Three weeks after we started dating, as we enjoyed calling it, Lacie told me Rick would be out of town for a week. We made a date for me to come over Wednesday morning. I followed her suggestion and sneaked in from the park about 5:30; she took me to bed and we slept three more hours.

When we woke up I was fully hard. We got into a leisurely 69, and soon she took me fully into her throat and expertly drained me. She came soon after. We relaxed and played with each other for a few minutes. She said, “I have a fun surprise for you.”

She lay back on the bed, positioned a big pillow under her ass, and spread her thighs. Her labia were flushed and moist. I climbed above her, and as I made to position myself to thrust deeply into her, she said, “Grab the bars.” Smiling, I grabbed two of the brass bars at the head of the bed and let her handcuff me to them. When I was situated, she moved down a little and tilted her hips to receive me.

As I entered her, I said, “So I guess you’ll bugger me with a dildo before you unlock me, right?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

I pushed into her and felt her run her hands down to my hips. After guiding me for a minute, she reached down to my ass. “You said you’ll do anything for me, right?”

“Whatever makes you happy, love.”

She smiled. Suddenly I felt the foot of the bed sink under someone’s weight. She stared into my eyes and said, “I’d like you to meet my husband, Greg.” As I started to panic I felt her pull my ass cheeks apart and a rubbery, well-lubricated prong pushed against my hole. “I really want this, Greg. Just let him inside. For me.” I could only stammer as the pressure remained against my hole. She gave me a fake pout and I laughed and said, “Okay.”

The pressure increased on my hole and I felt the tip enter. I tried to relax as excitement and guilt flooded my mind, and I gritted my teeth as the pain increased. Suddenly the flare of his cock head pushed inside and the pain leveled off and slowly faded. He continued pushing in slowly, and the guilt faded as well as I marveled at the feeling of being the object of a man’s penetrative lust just like Lacie was the object of mine. When he bottomed out inside me, I moaned.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

I realized I wanted him to use me, sheath his cock inside me, and empty his lust into me. I gloried in taking his cock inside me and began pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Give it to me,” I said, and felt Lacie’s pussy squeeze tightly around me in a sudden climax. As he grabbed my hips and increased his pace, I groaned in pleasure.

“You really like it?” she asked after catching her breath. I nodded. She kissed me and laughed happily. She whispered, “He’s doing to you what I wish I could do. I love you inside me, and I wish I could be inside you like that too.”

I kissed her as he built to a thundering climax, and as he cried out and his cock throbbed inside me, I squeezed down as my own climax drained me into Lacie’s willing tunnel. He slammed into me and pulled back on my hips, using my ass like a toy, and soon his spurts flooded my bowels. Lacie screamed in a massive climax of her own, and as I collapsed onto her belly Rick pulled away and went to wash up. Lacie unlocked the handcuffs and curled up next to me as I lay on my side.

“You belong to both of us now,” she said. “Did you like it?”

I said, “Yes, it wasn’t anything like I’d have expected.”

“Do you feel guilty about it?”

“A little, but mostly satisfied.”

“I told you I like more than one man.”

“Yes.”

“Will you do it again?”

I thought for a moment. “Yes.”

She smiled and kissed me. “Good. I’ve never actually had a threesome with anal before.”

Rick came back in and lay on the bed next to me. He was buff and hairy-chested; his cock was already coming back to life and he smiled as I reached over and played with it absent-mindedly. I began familiarizing myself with my first new cock, which was longer and thinner than mine and uncircumcised. I played with the skin as it hardened, running my fingertips up and down the rubbery shaft and looking at it from several angles. He lay on his side so that my cock was in his face, and soon in his mouth. Despite the massive load his cock and Lacie’s pussy had drained from me I soon came alive again, and I began stroking his cock firm and fast.

Lacie pushed my head down to his throbbing cock head and murmured, “Suck him for me, Greg. Drink him dry.” I lay my head on his thigh and took the head into my mouth as I stroked the shaft. He took my entire length into his throat and milked me slowly as I got used to his living flesh trembling and pulsing in my mouth. I was seized by a desire for his pleasure and seed and reached around his thigh to feel his still swollen balls, like two small plums ready to burst into my mouth. I felt Lacie lean over us and opened my eyes to see her pushing two fingers into his ass, and with a groan he pulled his mouth off my cock and gasped as his cream suddenly shot forth into my mouth. I was taken aback by the taste and texture but swallowed anyway.

I sat up, eager to deposit my sperm as he had done, and knelt behind him. Lacie grinned happily and handed me a tube of lube. As I lubed his hole she lubed my cock, and as he groaned, “God yes, fuck me,” I pushed against his hole and met little resistance. Soon I was fully inside him and I reached around to stroke his cock. I said, “Now I’m going to fuck you like I fuck your wife.” Lacie lay down under his belly to watch as I stroked fast and hard into his bowels. I reached around to find his cock fully resurgent, and as it trembled in my hand my cock trembled in sympathy inside his ass.

I was seized with an irresistible flood of power and lust. If I was going to have a man, I’d take him as vigorously as he’d ever be taken, and I would pound his cock as hard as he had ever pounded it. I soon felt Lacie take the head of his cock into her mouth, and as he groaned in another sudden climax I hammered into him as wildly as he had fucked me. The contractions of his rectum were exquisite and soon pushed me over the edge. I bottomed out and screamed as my seed spewed into him.

I pulled out and fell asleep for a few minutes. When I woke up, I went to wash up and came back to see Rick lying back on the bed still half erect; next to him Lacie sat up and patted the bed between them. As I sat down, she grabbed my cock and kissed me.

Rick said, “So you’re my wife’s new lover.”

“Yes.”

We shook hands. He continued, “I’m glad she’s found someone. You treat her right or I’ll beat you to within an inch of your life.” His manner was fully serious, so I nodded.

I asked, “How long have you known about us?”

“I noticed Lacie had new underwear some time ago. I figured she had just replaced some old ones, but after a month I realized she had changed. She was happier, more satisfied, smiled all the time. She spent a lot of time away from home, so two weeks ago I asked her. She admitted he had a new lover, that she thought she was in love with both of us, and that if I wanted someone on the side she did too. I asked about you and decided you sounded serious. I told her I wasn’t sure about it since I didn’t know you to trust you. She finally offered to set it up for us to fuck, so I agreed.”

“Did I pass the test?”

“Yes. You want to explore some more?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, or in the future.”

“I’d love to.”

Lacie laughed and said, “Thank God, seeing you two makes me so hot.”

Rick kissed her and then me and said, “I have another man already, but I’m happy to meet with both of you once in a while. Once a week, maybe. Is that okay?”

I nodded and said, “I really loved sucking you. I want to do that some more. I need your cum.”

He had hardened as we talked and at those words he indicated his cock with a smile and a hand wave, and I knelt down to play with it in a leisurely fashion with my hand and mouth. Lacie joined me and we took turns sucking on the head and shaft. As she settled herself on her hands and knees to work on him with her full attention, I mounted her and pushed inside her pussy, which was drenched and responsive. I crouched over her and lowered my head to suck on his cock. Lacie moaned, “Oh, God, that’s so hot,” and quickly climaxed around my pistoning cock. I kept her in place as I sucked his head and half his shaft into my mouth, and soon he delivered me another load.

When he finished, he pulled away to watch as I grabbed Lacie’s hips and felt her tunnel tighten hard around me as she raised her ass further and rested her tits on the bed. I saw her look around at me, and she smiled before I closed my eyes and groaned, “I’m coming.” This time I was truly drained and collapsed next to her.

She whispered, “Love, I’m hanging.” I lay over onto my back and helped her crouch above me, and as she rubbed her clit I sucked her cum-drenched lips and soon felt her climax long and slow. She collapsed onto my belly, and I lay there exhausted, yet still fascinated by her raggedly gaping lips only two or three inches before my eyes.

A few minutes later Rick said, “Let’s have a drink and a talk.”

“I don’t have to get dressed do I? I’m too tired for that.” Lacie giggled and he smiled.

“Nude is fine. Love the view.”

We went into the living room, where he poured each of us a small glass of wine. He then gave me his ground rules. “I’m in middle management at a very...staid company. No whiff of me being gay or playing around on Lacie or her playing around on me can be allowed to get around. No divorce, not that we want one.”

Lacie smiled happily, “Not now, anyway.”

“Lacie told me that, about your job.”

He nodded. “Lacie and I still love each other, but I just don’t like women any more. I realized I’m completely gay about five years ago and finally gave up faking it two years ago.”

Lacie smiled wickedly, “Except for my ass. You still love that, don’t you, Rick?”

“Oh yes.” He grinned. “And her mouth on occasion. But I have much stronger interests elsewhere. So you’re perfectly free to do anything and everything with Lacie that the two of you want to do, but never forget, you’re a partner with both of us now.” I nodded.

He continued, “Do you love Lacie?”

Lacie watched me closely as I said, “Well, kind of, yes.”

She replied, “Well, hell, Greg, I kind of love you too. Jeez.”

I said, “Yes, I love you.”

She smiled. “That’s better. But really, I knew what you meant. It’s too early to say.

“But worth finding out.”

“Yes.”

We toasted and Rick said he had to leave to return to work. “Have fun while I’m out, you two. Oh, and Greg? You suck cock really well. I’m looking forward to you reaching full mastery.”

And so began my practice in loving cock, and Lacie’s dreams came true of two constant lovers as attached to fellatio as she was. The next weekend the three of us used each other in every combination we could think of, and I soon had a special fondness for feeling Rick drain into my mouth as much cum as I was draining into Lacie at the same time. We fell into the pattern of Rick and me 69ing for Lacie’s delectation or masturbating each other, then I would make love to Lacie while Rick let me suck him or buggered me.

We would then relax, and I would frequently bring Rick back to full hardness with hand and mouth and revel in draining him. I was entranced by the pleasures of coming to know a new cock much as I had come to know my own: Just as when I was in high school I would sometimes sit in front of a mirror watching every stroke and twitch as I masturbated two or three times in a row, so now I was learning the ways of Rick’s flesh, and while I didn’t feel the pleasure directly as I did when masturbating myself, Rick took care of that with his talented mouth. And just as the guilt when I first started masturbating increased the thrill of pleasuring myself, so the residual guilt from pleasuring another man gave an extra squeeze to my balls when I spewed into his mouth or his ass or over his belly. Rick would then leave and allow Lacie and me to pleasure each other, and she would wear us out, turned on and up to a high pitch by watching me and Rick.

A month later I came to Lacie’s house on her day off at her invitation. We had settled into a fairly regular schedule of one bout of sex, either 69 or intercourse, in the warehouse on week nights and a full night with her and Rick on weekend nights, with prolonged stays at my apartment on our days off. However, she said it was probably safe for just the two of us to meet once in a while at her house, but she still insisted I take the back path through the park and surreptitiously through the back yard, which was secluded well enough with tall bushes and a fence not to pose much risk from prying eyes.

When she let me in, she said, “Greg, there’s someone here. An old friend from when I was a girl. My best friend, actually.”

I went into the living room behind her and saw a tall, slender woman with jet black hair down to her waist, lightly tanned and high-breasted, and with legs long enough to raise her to my height. Lacie introduced her as Melissa. She was dressed in a dark green cotton dress that hugged her figure. We shook hands as we inspected each other warily, and for the first few minutes conversation was strained. Finally Lacie started telling stories about the two of them in college, where they did such pranks as streaking through the library during final exams. Melissa began warming towards me and I began flirting lightly with her, which to my relief Lacie only smiled at and seemed to encourage.

For an hour we chatted quite uninhibitedly about our lives and slowly, I realized, the conversation had turned to their romantic lives in school. When Lacie got up to pour us some wine, Melissa said, “I’m pleased to meet you. Lacie made a good choice.”

I blinked and said nothing.

Lacie said, “Yes, he’s wonderful lover. We’re very happy together.”

“It’s good to have a younger man you can train right.”

I replied, “It’s good to have an older woman to teach you right.”

She nodded, “In my experience it certainly is.”

We talked now about how we had met and started, and after a couple of glasses of wine each we were sitting so that Lacie and Melissa were on the carpet leaning back against the couch while I sat facing them on the floor. Melissa asked, “But Lacie, how did you two start?”

“I told you, we realized finally that we wanted each other and graced the warehouse with our combined and united presence.”

“Girlfriend, tell me,” she said with a sly smile, and Lacie replied, “Okay.”

She took a sip of wine and said, “I’ll set the scene. I left but realized I’d forgotten some paperwork, so I went back in. Couldn’t find Lacie’s little helper anywhere, but I had a suspicion what might be going on because he’d been ogling my tits all day.”

“Now, now, tell it straight,” I said. “You shoved your tits into my face on the ladder and forced me to look at them.”

“Dear, you could have closed your eyes if you really didn’t want to look.”

We laughed and Lacie continued, “So, I went to the north aisle, where it’s most private, and what do I see but...” After a pause she said, “You know, it might be easier just to show you.” I stared at her in surprise, and she winked at me and asked sweetly, “Please, Greg, would you demonstrate for us?”

I was fully hard by this point from an hour of talking about sex and staring at Lacie’s body and trying to catch a glimpse of stocking or something shocking of Melissa’s, and after a pause I said, “Oh, what the hell,” and stood up. Melissa stared at me raptly as I stripped off my shirt and socks, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles. Melissa licked her lips lustily when I released my straining cock. I stroked it lightly with my fingertips as I stared at the two of them staring back at me.

Lacie continued, “To make a long story short, I did this.” She stood up and took off her pants and panties and sat back against the couch, legs splayed and fingers lightly rubbing her lips.

Melissa said, “Okay, I see the picture, but I need to make sure I appreciate all the details.” She stood and pulled her dress over her head; her braless breasts rose firmly before my eyes, brown nipples on creamy white flesh the size and much the roundness of oranges, and she then pulled off her lace white panties to reveal a thick, well-trimmed patch of deep black curls. She sat down next to Lacie and raised her knees to her breasts. Her labia were fully engorged, pink inside a deep brown-purple, and she said in a cool voice, “Now, please continue. This is utterly fascinating.”

I stroked myself lightly as the two of them began playing with themselves. Lacie pulled her sweater and shirt off, underneath which she hadn’t worn a bra, and sat back fully nude and exposed to the two of us.

Melissa asked, “So, what did you do then?”

“We jerked ourselves off several times in one hour.”

In mock shock she replied, “Just whacked it?” She smiled at me and said, “He is a sight for sore eyes. —So how exactly did you rub yourself? Was it like this?” She pushed two fingers inside herself and ran them in circles inside her vagina.

“No, no, it was more like this.” Lacie rubbed her fingers in circles on her clit.

“Hmm, perhaps you should show me. Was it like this?” She leaned over and kissed Lacie on the lips, and soon she was running her tongue in a circle around the right corner of her mouth.

Lacie was unable to speak for a few seconds, then stared at me fixedly as she said, “Kind of. It was more like this,” and then leaned over to kiss Melissa and circle her tongue on the corner of her mouth.

Melissa nodded and said, “Ah, like this,” and slowly reached her hand between Lacie’s thighs. Soon three of her fingers were circling Lacie’s clit, and she stared questioningly into Lacie’s wide-open eyes.

After several seconds Lacie nodded almost imperceptibly and replied, “Actually, more like this,” and reached between Melissa’s thighs. Melissa kept her thighs open so that I could see everything, and soon Lacie had built up a solid rhythm that had Melissa breathing raggedly. “I also did this,” Lacie said. She pushed two fingers inside Melissa and worked them in fast circles as the palm of her hand pressed hard against Melissa’s clit. The sound of Lacie’s fingers squishing inside Melissa filled the air, as did her aroma, and in about a minute Melissa cried out in pleasure.

Once Melissa had caught her breath, she looked me in the eye, “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Do whatever seems appropriate under the circumstances.”

She then knelt in front of Lacie and began slurping on her pussy. Lacie stared at me until I came forward and worked myself slowly into Melissa. When Lacie was sure I was fully inside, she closed her eyes and locked her fingers in Melissa’s hair. I stroked firmly in and out of Melissa’s slick pussy as she pushed back in time with the thrusts of her fingers inside Lacie.

After five minutes, Lacie gave a loud squeal and bucked up into Melissa’s face with one of the strongest orgasms she had shown me, and Melissa pulled away slightly but kept two fingers working delicately inside her. Lacie stared wildly at me plunging into Melissa and soon pulled Melissa’s head back down for another long climax. When she finished, Melissa pulled away and said, “You taste sweet.” She kissed Lacie, whose eyes opened wide in an expression of shock and shame, then Lacie looked me in the eye and kissed Melissa full on the lips.

Soon they were caressing each other’s breasts, and I came over and joined them. Melissa smiled at me, “You still haven’t come, have you?” I shook my head and she said, “I like a man with self control.” I began sucking on her breasts in tandem with Lacie, and soon Melissa was thrusting her hips in search of release. Lacie looked at me hesitatingly, and when I stared back at her she smiled and began kissing Melissa’s belly. She worked her way down to Melissa’s matted hair and paused. Finally she looked back at me and saw the desire in my eyes. She lowered her head and began slowly licking Melissa’s lips.

I watched as Lacie’s tentative licks became firmer and more natural. She reached up to spread Melissa’s labia and worked her tongue into the pink passage I had so recently entered. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations of her new lover responding happily to her tongue. She began running her fingers over the labia and concentrated her sucking on her clit. Soon she had worked three fingers inside Melissa, who exploded in an almost silent orgasm.

I needed release by this time, so I came up behind Lacie and thrust deeply inside her, taking her hard and fast from behind as she loved me to do when she was close to orgasm. She pushed back hard and fucked Melissa even faster. Melissa stared into my eyes and locked her hands on Lacie’s head. She then leaned up as I leaned over and kissed me as I started tweaking her nipples. She then twisted away and pushed her breasts toward me so I could suck on them. I remained still as Lacie worked back and forth between us, and when she climaxed against Lacie, Lacie climaxed in turn, which pushed me over the edge.

We collapsed on the carpet. I lay on Lacie’s left and Melissa on her right, and Lacie leaned on her elbow and said to me, “I told you I’d do anything for you. After what you did for me, I couldn’t go without making your wish come true. Was it what you wanted?”

“Yes. Did you like it?”

“At first, not really, but by the end it was great.”

Melissa asked, “Would you like to do it again?”

“Yes.” She looked at me and smiled, “Melissa has been trying to seduce me since second year of college. She’s begged for a threesome with me and Rick ever since we got married. Christ, do you know how much of a pain it is for your sexiest bridesmaid to keep pestering you to come on your honeymoon and suck your husband’s cum out of your cunt?” They laughed and she continued, “And of course ever since he turned gay she’s wanted to console me.”

Melissa chuckled quietly, “Fiftieth times’s the charm.”

She looked at my swelling cock and said, “Lie down, Greg. You need a rest.”

I lay back and she sat on my face. Melissa rose and settled herself on my cock, and for the next fifteen minutes they rode me as they played with each other’s bodies. Finally I climaxed into Melissa, who rose after I finished and pulled Lacie to her. They fell into a 69 as I leaned in here and there to watch their lips and tongue on each other’s pussies. After ten minutes they climaxed into each other’s mouth and lay there entangled. I lay down behind Melissa and dozed.

Fifteen minutes later we had woken up. Melissa was still aroused and leaned over to take me into her mouth. I looked over and pushed Lacie’s head gently towards Melissa’s pussy. She closed her eyes and started sucking her leisurely, and I then arranged myself to suck on Lacie. We worked each other quietly for twenty minutes, licking, sucking, kissing, and fingering each other as the spirit moved us, and I finished first, staring into Melissa’s greedy eyes as she swallowed every drop of my semen. I then redoubled my efforts on Lacie, who came with a loud moan and quickly returned to pleasuring Melissa. She finally brought her off, and we relaxed for an hour, during which Lacie told me that she had met Melissa for drinks after work and told her all about her new lover. Melissa had eventually offered to be her second in a threesome, and Lacie had pondered it for a week and finally agreed—with the option to opt out at any time, but she decided she would treat me to what I wanted.

Melissa asked, “But you liked it, right?”

“I loved it,” Lacie smiled. “It feels great, but also feels so dirty. I love the feeling of power and naughtiness as I suck your pussy.”

“Would you care to continue our new relationship in the future?”

Lacie laughed happily and said to me, “She was a perfect choice for us, don’t you agree, Greg? Do you like her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want two girlfriends?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but only both of us together. No sneaking around on me. And I’ll never sneak around on you. But I did like it. I liked it a lot, and I want both of you.”

Melissa shook her fist in the air and said, “Yay. We should get a cheerleader to munch on.”

Lacie swatted her, “You’re hopeless.” Lacie and I settled our heads each on one of Melissa’s thighs and leisurely explored our new lover, whom we drove to a dozen orgasms over the next hour. Exhausted, she then watched avidly as Lacie and I made love to each other, changing positions as Melissa ordered. Finally I looked down at Lacie returning my thrusts in our old standby missionary position, her breasts shaking like waves, her thighs around my waist, her body fully open to me, fully receptive, glorying in my passion for her, and as she came she moaned, “Oh, God, Greg, I love you so much.”

I groaned, “I love you too,” and in complete satisfaction emptied myself into her. I heard Melissa climax noisily, and then she curled up next to us and said, “You two are so beautiful together. Thank you for including me. I want both of you so much.” We all kissed and fell asleep curled up around each other.

We soon settled into a new pattern of Rick once a week and Melissa once a week. As always with us, the first couple of times were by far the most exuberant; typically we each would have two orgasms in a meeting and be perfectly satisfied.

A month after this new stage of our relationship had started, Lacie told me at work one Tuesday, “Greg, um, well, I broke my own rule. From now on you can meet Melissa whenever the two of you want, since I’ve started doing so too.” She smiled and added, “But remember, no one else. You tell me about it afterwards, no secrets. And you always come home to me, got it?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

She smiled, “Good, because I’m beat. She drained me yesterday and I’m still sore. That woman can eat pussy for two hours in a row; I pity her earlier girlfriends. You get her tonight and tomorrow. —Oh, a word of advice. She has absolutely no interest in anything anal. Not even a tongue there, understand?” I nodded and she smiled, “You can have all of that you want with me and Rick.”

That night, Lacie let me leave at nine. Melissa came to my apartment at ten and quickly undressed me. By this time we knew each other’s body implicitly, and she was soon fully ready for me; she pulled me onto and into her and brought us both to a satisfying first orgasm. We sucked on each other until I was hard, and she pushed me back and rode me for half an hour to six or seven orgasms for her. Finally she lay on my torso and squeezed down on my cock with her pussy. She watched me with a smile as I shuddered hard into her.

Although it was superb sex with the most eye-catching woman I had ever been with, it felt rather empty. There felt little connection between us except that at the crotch, and she seemed to feel it too. She redoubled her efforts and soon had me hard again; she knelt before me and pulled me into her from behind, the position she had said she loved most to finish in, and this time too it did not fail to drain us.

We had made love three times and I knew her body well enough to bring her off perfectly, just as she did mine, but I realized I missed Lacie. Melissa laughed when she saw this in my face and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tear you two apart. I want to be with both of you. It’s just that we sort of passed all the usual rituals of getting to know each other and went straight into sex. Maybe we should get to know each other better outside the bedroom.”

“What would Lacie say?”

“She already said yes. Would you like to go hiking with me tomorrow?”

We chatted easily for a while and then slept together. When we woke, we went out for breakfast and drove to a state park, where we spent the day walking and talking without touching each other. In the evening we had what turned into a romantic dinner and by the time we reached my apartment we were eager for each other.

In fact, I was a bit nervous as I took her in my arms, and she seemed to find it hard to breathe as well. I undressed her slowly and felt as if I were seducing a new woman; she responded coyly and let our caresses proceed hesitatingly, but finally she nodded and opened herself to me and took me inside, and I felt as much a stud as with any woman I had ever made love to. As our bodies joined with each other, I realized that while she was not Lacie, I did at least feel perfectly comfortable with her. We worked together happily and climaxed together.

“That was much better,” she said happily, and with renewed desire I dove to suck her. She twisted around to reciprocate, and as she took me into her throat I was driven to pleasure her fully. We settled happily into a long, draining 69, and as she curled up next to me before sleep, she said, “Yes, now that’s what I was hoping for with you.”

Over the next month we dated, usually at lunch before I went to work, public outings of the utmost propriety that allowed us to become close friends. Once a week we would meet after work for drinks, during which she would tease me as I slowly seduced her into allowing me to take her home. The next night Lacie and I would act out what Melissa and I had done, while Melissa and Lacie would act out for me what they had done on their nights together when the three of us would meet, and soon I realized that Lacie and Melissa filled different parts of my life. Lacie was indispensible to me, while Melissa was a close friend.

About this time Rick had learned about the three of us and become increasingly worried about matters of confidentiality and rumors. He welcomed Melissa and me dating as a perfect cover for us meeting, but finally he confronted Lacie about it. After a long discussion, she arranged for the four of us to meet that weekend, to which I agreed readily and Melissa after some hesitation. That night, Lacie and I excited each other with the possibilities of a foursome and pushed each other to repeated swift orgasms. Afterwards she said, “Well, we’ll see. It’ll probably just be a stupid business meeting like Rick’s always going on about, but if it puts his mind at ease, that’s what counts.”

On the appointed day, Melissa and I met at a restaurant and had a romantic lunch, then drove to their house and walked hand in hand to the door. Lacie opened the door and said cheerfully, “Oh, the lovebirds are here!” for the benefit of any nosy neighbors. Once the door closed behind us Lacie and I kissed, then I kissed Rick as Lacie kissed Melissa, after which Rick and Melissa shook hands.

We went into the dining room and sat around the table. Rick said, “This situation makes me uneasy. You know my job is very conservative.”

Lacie smiled, “Bunch of dumb-ass prudes.”

Rick glared at her. “Whatever. But it’s what I have to work with. And from what you tell me, that store of yours is little better.”

“True.”

“So, I just want to make sure we’re all in agreement. Greg, you said you’re in love with Lacie, yet you’re fucking Melissa.”

Lacie jumped in, “You said you’re in love with me, yet you’re fucking Ryan. And Greg. So I’m fucking Greg and Melissa. And if you ever want, I’ll fuck you too, darling.”

Rick smiled sadly and turned to Melissa. “I just need to know, what’s up with you? What are your intentions?”

Melissa looked him firmly in the eye for a few seconds before responding. “Well, Rick, I’ve been your wife’s best friend for longer than you’ve ever known her, so take your lousy attitude and pleasure yourself with it.”

He blinked and thought for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“That’s better, dear. I love Lacie. She’s been my closest friend since girly-girl days. Ever since I realized I like women as much as men, I’ve been hoping to share it with Lacie. Finally she’s mine and I’m hers. Greg makes her happy, I make her happy, and they make me happy. We make her happy in a way you can’t or won’t any more, so if you love her like you claim, you should be happy. Especially since Greg gives you the perfect cover, never mind letting you give it to him any way you like. Christ, you bugger your wife and her lover and your own lover and then turn around and bitch about me finally finding the same sort of happiness? Snippy little boy, aren’t you though?”

He leaned back stunned as she lectured him, and when she finished he said, “Well. What you say is true, but I had to hear what you thought.”

“Then you should have just asked me, Rick. We’ve known each other for fifteen years or more. There was no need to make a big show out of it.”

Lacie smiled, “So, Rick, is the meeting adjourned?”

“Just one more question. Greg, what’s up between you and Melissa?”

“What do you think is up? We’re lovers, we’re very close friends, we love each other like friends. I love Lacie more. Melissa loves Lacie more. The three of us fit together perfectly. It’s much like you, me, and Lacie, and I think if that’s good enough for you, then our trio should be perfectly acceptable.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. So what shall we do now?”

Lacie grinned wickedly, “Oh, I have a few ideas.” Melissa smiled happily as Rick looked at each of us and finally said, “Okay.”

We quickly undressed and sat on the couch, me and Lacie in the middle, Rick next to me, and Melissa next to Lacie, since neither Rick nor Melissa was interested in what the other had to offer. As Rick and I watched, Lacie and Melissa kissed passionately. I leaned over and kissed Rick, and he pushed my hand to his cock. I knelt before him and soon had him in my throat. He stood up and pulled me to him on the floor. We 69ed as Lacie went down on Melissa. I was famished for Rick’s cock, which soon spewed thick and brackish in the back of my mouth, and I pulled away to see Lacie on her knees before Melissa. I pushed into her as Lacie thrust her fingers hard into Melissa. Melissa smiled to me and closed her eyes for her first orgasm. I soon felt Rick’s newly rampant cock pressing against me, and as he lubed us up I held Lacie’s hips and watched her tongue circling Melisa’s clit.

Melissa watched as Rick pushed inside me, and as I rode back and forth between Lacie’s pussy and Rick’s cock, I leaned over and kissed Melissa. As Rick drained into me and I drained into Lacie, Melissa squealed and drenched Lacie’s face with another climax; the three climaxes pushed Lacie over the edge. I knew all the pieces had finally come together, and I smiled as my three perfect lovers and I considered what combination to try next.