Three days later, Alison calls.

“Hi,” she says when I answer. “Can you talk?”

“For you, I can.” I settle back in my chair and remember the way she looked when she orgasmed.

“I’ve just been talking about you.”

That’s a little worrying. “To Kele?”

“No, another colleague. Monica.”

That’s more than a little worrying. “Alison, it’s risky talking to people about what happened between us. I was a patient at your clinic; you could get sacked.”

“No, it’s okay,” she’s quick to reassure me. “I never mentioned you were a patient.”

“What happened, then?”

“It was Wednesday morning; every time I thought about you, I couldn’t stop grinning. Monica noticed and asked if Darren had done something special. I said no, it was someone else. Well, she wanted to know what was going on, so I told her I’d met an older man, and we’d had sex, and it was the best sex I’d ever had. That’s why I couldn’t stop smiling. Monica laughed and, kind of like a joke, said I should introduce her to you. Anyway, I never mentioned Kele, but Monica and I had a joke about you being shared around all the sex-starved secretaries in the hospital.”

“I don’t think I could cope,” I laugh along with her.

Then Alison says, “And today, Monica came in and said maybe she was serious about meeting you. I think she’s in a similar situation to mine.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. “What did you say to that?”

“I said that you didn’t belong to me, and I’d ask.”

“What’s Monica like?” I’m half interested, but an idea is forming that might need some work.

“Married, mid-forties, two sons. She’s a little shorter than me, dark hair, attractive, very curvy.”

“But not happily married,” I say when Alison finishes her description.

“I think she is, just maybe it’s gone stale, and she’s looking for a bit of excitement.”

“Okay, do I need to call her?”

“No, I said that if you were interested, you’d meet her next Tuesday at the same time in the same bar we met in.”

“Sounds good. Will you be there?”

“Me? Why would I?”

“Because Monica is a married woman, meeting me alone is a big step. If you’re there, then she has the excuse that she’s meeting work colleagues for a drink. Plus, if she decides she doesn’t like me, or gets cold feet, then she can go home, and you and I can come back here.”

Alison laughs. “You’ve got it all worked out, haven’t you?”

“It’s as good a plan as I can think of.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Part of me’s hoping that Monica changes her mind.”

“Only a part?”

Another laugh. “A big part.”

Tuesday rolls around. I’m at the same spot in the bar when Alison and Monica walk in. That’s when I decided to put my idea into action. Monica’s only a shade shorter than Alison. She’s curvaceous, with full breasts and wide hips. The pair of them laugh as they approach me. Alison greets me with a kiss on the cheek, Monica with a more formal handshake. I buy them drinks, and we head to the same corner table as last week.

“How are you feeling?” I direct my question to Monica.

“Nervous, but I’d think I’d be worse if Alison weren’t here. Meeting a man on my own might be too much.”

“And why are you here?” It’s an upfront question that surprises her.

“I…I don’t know. Alison was so happy last week after you and she…you know…”

“Had sex.”

“Yes.” Monica blushes. “I surprised myself by being jealous. Then, when she told me how old you were, I thought why can’t I meet a man like that?”

“Why do you want to meet me? Alison says you’re married with kids.”

“Two boys, twelve and nine.”

“And your husband?”

“Tony is a good man, a good dad, but the last few years have been dull. Sex was never amazing, but enjoyable enough. I just want to feel that ‘zing’ of being with a man who can make me feel alive, electric.”

“He’ll do that alright,” Alison says.

Another blush, I’m liking Monica more and more. I can picture her nude, lying back and waiting to be fucked. She’s wearing a dark skirt that reaches to about mid-thigh and a matching top. I look at Alison, who gives me a smile of encouragement. If only she knew what I was thinking.

“You know,” I say to Monica, “if you come back to my place, you can change your mind at any time.”

She nods, suddenly nervous now that I’m laying the facts out.

“Do you still want to come back with me?”

Monica takes a breath. “Yes.”

“Would you feel more comfortable if Alison came as well?”

“Oh?” Monica looks at Alison. “I thought she would have a drink and go home.”

Alison seems just as confused. “I thought that was the plan.”

“Plans change.” I finish my drink.

“But…” Monica trails into silence.

“Alison is a friend, isn’t she?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“And if you look at her, you can see how pretty she is. Red hair, green eyes, pert breasts.”

“Um…” Monica looks. “Yes, she is pretty. And she has a good figure, I wish I could say the same.”

“Don’t do yourself down,” I say. “As soon as I saw you, I wanted to undress you.”

“You did?”

“Yes. When I spoke to Alison, she described you as being attractive and very curvy. She was right.”

Monica blushes again and says to Alison, “Thank you.”

“That’s okay, you are,” Alison says while staring at me like she wants an answer to a burning question.

“Shall we go?” I ignore Alison’s frown. She wants to know what’s going on, but if I told them, then both Alison and Monica would likely walk out the door and never speak to me again.

On the walk to my place, I ask Monica about Alison. What’s she like to work with? Can she be annoying? By the time we’re by the river, the two women, one older and one younger, are laughing about patients, doctors, and physios. They’re relaxed, not really thinking about the next couple of hours. I get us through the security door and lead them upstairs. Monica grows a little quiet, realising the moment of truth has arrived. She’s about to be unfaithful to her husband of 18 years. Alison is quiet as well. I can see she’s thinking things through. Why is she here? What’s going on?

Inside my flat, Monica asks if she can use the bathroom. That’s when Alison is in my face.

“What’s going on? Why am I here?”

“To keep Monica relaxed and reassured.”

“Seriously? She wants to have sex with you. I’m just going to be a gooseberry. How do you think that makes me feel?”

Now is the time to let her know what I want. “So, why don’t you join in?”

Alison’s mouth drops open in shock. “Oh, my god. You want a threesome.”

I kiss her. She doesn’t respond. “You said yourself that Monica is attractive and curvy. Wouldn’t you want to help undress her, reveal those curves?”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“You don’t have to be.” I put my hands on her hips. “You just have to be able to appreciate a sexy female body. And I think you can.”

“You bastard,” she whispers into my next kiss.

I ease Alison back until she is up against a wall, pressing into her body. My hands are on her breasts, my tongue in her mouth. She can feel my hard cock and puts a hand down to grasp it.

“Oh.” That’s Monica, back from the bathroom, staring at us in shock. “I thought…”

I hold my hand out to her. “Come here, Monica.”

She moves like she’s in a daze, unsure of putting one foot before the other. As she gets closer, Alison releases my cock from the confines of my jeans. When Monica sees it, she stops, staring down at my shaft. I reach out, take a gentle hold of her arm and guide her hand to my cock. There are two hands on it now, stroking and caressing the hard, hot flesh. I lean in and kiss Monica’s neck. She shivers. I slip a hand around her waist, onto her curved arse, and draw her closer. I can smell the scent Monica is wearing as her breast presses into me. Monica is confused, Alison is staring hard at me, but is still holding my cock, sharing it with Monica.

I tilt Monica’s face to mine and kiss her. Then tilt it towards Alison.

“Kiss each other,” I tell them.

Alison glares at me, then her look softens as she puts her lips to Monica’s. When they part, Monica says, “I’m not sure about this.”

“Neither am I,” Alison whispers, “but I’ve never kissed another woman before, and that felt so different, didn’t it?”

“Yes.” Monica looks down; my pre-cum coats her fingers. She reaches a decision, lets go of my cock and puts her arms around Alison. They kiss again, and this time I see tongues and hear a soft moan from Monica.

I step back, slipping my clothing off. Naked, hard, I move behind Monica and find the fastening to her skirt. The zip slides down, the garment eases over her hips and drops to the floor. She’s wearing big mother panties beneath dark tights. My fingers drift across her thighs as I sink to my knees and pull her tights and panties down.

“Oh, god…” Monica buries her face in Alison’s neck as I kiss each revealed cheek.

Standing again, I press myself against Monica, my cock nestling between the full cheeks of her arse. She’s breathing heavily as Alison lifts Monica’s top up and over her head. There’s a moment when Alison and I make eye contact, and understanding passes between us. I release the catch on Monica’s bra and slip the straps off her shoulders. Alison is there to support Monica’s full breasts as they tumble free. I put a hand around Monica, onto her stomach, and then probe lower, into the hair at the joint of her thighs.

“No…” Monica tenses in my arms.

I wait, hand not moving. Alison dips her head down and takes a dark nipple into her mouth. My hand tightens on Monica’s sex, fingers sinking between relaxing lips. There’s a sudden moist heat in the palm of my hand. Monica whimpers, twists a little, and kisses me. Her tongue is there, waiting for mine. My cock is throbbing against her arse, I could cum now just by rubbing against her. But I don’t want to. I step back and say,

“Undress Alison.”

Monica has passed the point of no return. She’s fully aroused now, and eager to strip Alison of her t-shirt, bra and jeans. I help, and suddenly we’re in a clinch. There’s a three-way kiss, teeth on nipples, hands on cock, fingers in pussies. Alison drops to her knees and sucks my cock into her mouth, taking me deeper than last time. I’ve got a handful of Monica’s breast, nipple hard between my fingers. Monica is open-mouthed at the sight of Alison sucking on my cock.

“Do you want to do that?” I say as my heart pounds in my chest.

“I’ve never done it…”

“Try, go on.”

She joins Alison on the floor, and the redhead releases my cock, passing it to the forty-something mother of two with a whispered word of advice. Monica looks up at me, opens her mouth, and Alison feeds the crown and shaft in. Monica swallows, sucks, and chews. My cock is leaping, about ready to burst.

“Fuck…no…” I drag Monica off me. “Sofa, now.”

Alison laughs, “He likes fucking on the sofa. We did it here last week.”

“This is different,” I say as we stumble across the hardwood floor.

We reach the sofa, and I can feel the tide ebbing from my cock. That’s a relief; I don’t want to cum too soon. I want to enjoy these two women a little more first. I push Monica onto the sofa, legs spreadeagled as I ease Alison to her knees.

“Eat her,” I whisper into Alison’s ear.

She turns to look at me. “You fucking owe me for this.”

I’m grinning, pinching her nipples in retaliation. “You want to, I can tell.”

“Fuck you.”

Alison smooths her lips along Monica’s thigh.

“Alison…what are you…” Monica sucks in a huge lungful of air. “Oh god, Alison…ohhhh…”

I move behind Alison, parting her thighs for my cock that drips pre-cum as it seeks the entrance to her sex. She takes me with a shout muffled by Monica’s pussy. I wanted her on all fours last week; now I’ve got the chance, and it’s as good as I knew it would be. She’s hot, wet, and tight, the penetration deep as I drive my shaft into her. Three or four thrusts and I’m ready to cum. But not for Alison.

Alison cries out in frustration as I pull my cock from her. She’s even angrier as I push her aside. Monica’s sex is open and ready, worked into a peak of need by Alison’s tongue. Monica howls as I fuck her, with no pause for her to feel me enter. I need to cum, and I need to cum now, deep in her as Monica’s arms wrap around me and her breasts flatten against my chest.

“Oh, fuck…Monica…yes…”

“I’m cumming…I’m cumming…”

I’m spilling boiling seed into her, Monica convulsing on me as her orgasm rocks her body. I’m desperate to stay as deep in her as I can for as long as I can, grinding my body on hers. Monica’s sex is still clutching at me, muscles working. I’m kissing her, drinking her saliva, still trying to fuck her even though my cock is softening.

A hand slaps my arse.

“What about me?” Alison is almost in tears, frustrated and desperate.

I pull out of Monica and lift Alison so she lands next to her colleague, hooking one of her legs so that it lies across Monica’s lap. Alison’s sex is dripping; it only needs a flick of my tongue on her clit to make her shout. I push three fingers into her, giving the poor girl some relief.

“Aaah…” Alison writhes on the sofa. Monica holds her and kisses her as the tip of my tongue dances on Alison’s clit. The orgasm hits Alison like a tsunami, and she’s bouncing and shouting as her pussy gushes liquid over my face.

All I can hear is my heavy breathing and Alison sobbing. Alison is curled in Monica’s arms, resting her head on Monica’s full breasts. I have a moment to recover, stroking Monica’s thigh and watching my cum leak from her sex.

“Bastard,” Alison says as she lifts her head.

I can’t help but grin. “Don’t complain. You enjoyed it.”

Monica says, “Was this planned?”

“I had half a plan, but didn’t know if it would work,” I say. “Alison didn’t know, if that’s what you are wondering.”

“Alison’s right,” Monica says, with a smile. “You’re a bastard.”

“Maybe,” I say, as I take her hand and get to my feet, pulling her up with me. “But I’m also a bastard who is taking you to bed.”

I take Monica to my bedroom, and Alison comes along because Monica is holding her hand. On the bed, Monica lies between us. There’s kissing, caressing, and Alison and I taking a nipple each to suckle. Monica is stroking my head, whispering how good it feels as Alison teases her clit and I slip two fingers into her sex. We build her slowly to orgasm, teeth and tongues adding to her passion. Monica begins to shiver and whimper, body moving to some unseen force. Her eyes close as she drifts on a wave of heat. Alison slips down her body to lick Monica’s clit. I’m still finger fucking Monica, and her hips are lifting off the bed now. The whimpers become distinct little cries of need.

Alison forces a finger in alongside mine, and Monica shouts at the intrusion, “Oh…yes…please…”

Her orgasm is a moment of beauty, a thrashing movement of limbs and breathless shouts of joy. She can’t escape us, can’t avoid the drive that lifts her into the sun.

“Aahhh…yes…yes…yes…”

“Fuck…” Alison whispers, looking at me. “I wish I could cum like that.”

“You can.”

“Yeah?”

“When Monica’s recovered, it’s your turn,” I say, and then reveal that my cock is hard again. “In the meantime…”

Alison grins and crawls across the comatose Monica. I lie on my back, and she straddles me, guiding my cock into her.

“Cum inside me,” she says, leaning forward so her red hair falls like a curtain around us.

I don’t answer that; I just take hold of her hips and begin to thrust, taking myself deeper with each one. Alison sighs, puts a dozen wet kisses across my face as my pace increases. She begins to rock into me, body slapping against mine, grunting with each move as my cock fucks deeper than ever into her.

“Alison…” My fingers sink into her hips.

“Yes…” is all she says, and then we’re cumming together, clinging to each other in desperation as the heat and the tumult settle.

“Oh, fuck…” I hold her close.

Fingers stroke my face - they belong to Monica as she smiles at me and says, “I never thought in a million years I would lie in bed next to another couple having sex and get so turned on.”

“It’s been special,” I say to her. “But there’s something we need to do.”

“What?”

“Give Alison the type of orgasm that you just had.”

Monica grins. “Okay, sounds good.”

“I want you to start by eating her out,” I tell her as Alison slides off me. “Taste my cum in her pussy.”

The married mother of two doesn’t even question me. She puts her curvaceous figure between Alison’s legs and starts to suck and lick. Alison squeals in delight, even more so when I take one of her nipples between my teeth and start rolling the other between thumb and finger.

“Oh, god, Monica, please…finger me…finger me…”

Monica does as she’s told, I watch her ease two fingers into Alison’s wet pussy and begin fucking the redhead with them.

“Do three fingers…” Alison gasps. “Stretch me…stretch me...”

I trail kisses up Alison’s neck. She’s panting, getting desperate as her orgasm builds.

“I can’t take it…” She wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me in for a fierce kiss that muffles her growing scream of pleasure. I pin her down and glance to see Monica pursing her lips around Alison’s clit and sucking hard. Her fingers are a blur, slapping wetly in and out of Alison.

“Oh, fuck…I’m cumming…yes…yes…”

We’re a tangle of sweaty limbs, Alison fighting me with all her strength, bucking Monica off her sex only to have the older woman return with a vengeance that makes Alison weep. My cock is somehow hard again, the two women putting on a show that is making my heart pound. I wish I had two cocks to fuck them both with. As Alison cums, I leave her, scrambling across the bed to be behind and above Monica.

She’s lying flat, legs parted slightly. I can see her sex glistening in the shadows of her thighs. It’s an invitation to be fucked. My cock burrows between smooth skin, pulling my foreskin back and smearing pre-cum on Monica’s hot flesh. She looks back at me with need. She wants my cock, she wants a fucking, and she gets one as my shaft slides deep into her. My stomach slaps against her arse cheeks as her hips rise to meet my thrust. Her lungs empty in a gasp of pleasure. I take her hard and fast, the forty-something mother of two growling as my cock opens her. I’m losing control, rhythm gone, cum ready to fill her as my cock stiffens and Monica realises I’m on the brink. She pushes her hips up to take me.

“Fuck me…fuck me…” Monica’s voice is lost behind my cry of need as I cum again, spilling heat into her as she claws at the sheets.

We’re done, close to exhaustion. I roll off Monica, and Alison pulls her up into an embrace that is both comforting and sexual. They kiss and caress until passion slowly subsides, and they rest.

I’m not sure how long I lie there. It’s Monica who moves first, sitting up and giving me a tired smile. “I have to go.”

The bedside clock tells me it’s only just ten o’clock. “Are you sure? There’s plenty more we can do.”

Monica laughs. “No, I’m done. I came here to be electrified, and I’ve had way more than that. It’s been incredible. Thank you, thanks to both of you.”

I get our clothing from the floor where we had stripped each other. Monica disappears into the bathroom to dress, and I do the same as Alison dozes on the bed. When Monica is ready, I order an Uber, and we walk down to the lobby.

As we wait for the car to arrive, Monica says, “This can’t happen again. I had planned only once, even if it had just been you. I do love Tony and the boys, I just wanted to know what good sex felt like, and now I know. I’ll never forget it, and god only knows how I’m going to look Alison in the eye tomorrow without blushing.”

“She’ll be feeling the same,” I say, masking my disappointment that I wouldn’t get to see those curves again.

“I hope so.” Monica turns to me as the Uber’s headlights splash across the lobby. She comes close and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “Thank you.”

Monica leaves, and it’s with a heavy heart that I make my way back up to my flat. Alison is up when I walk in. She’s found one of my sweatshirts to wear, and it reaches down to mid-thigh in a very nice way as she makes coffee. 

“Want one?” she asks.

“Please.” I sit at the breakfast bar and watch her legs as she moves back and forth. “Monica said she’s going back to her marriage. This evening was a one-off.”

“I’m not surprised.” Alison hands me a cup. “She kind of hinted that way when we were talking at work.”

We drink in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. Alison comes and sits next to me. I stroke her exposed thigh as she says, “I’m dumping Darren.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I tried to get him interested in doing things a bit differently with our sex life over the weekend, and he wasn’t interested.”

“You’ll have plenty of guys knocking on your door,” I tell her.

“Maybe.” She turns to face me. “I was thinking, you and me, it’s not going to last forever, but in the short or medium term, we could have some serious fun, couldn’t we?”

I can’t hide my smile. “We could.”

“Me being all innocent, like.”

“I think there are a few things you could learn.”

“Such as?”

“Lorna downstairs is a friend with benefits; she’s into handcuffs and whips.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep, and if you were interested, how about a threesome with another guy and me?”

“Wow.” Her eyes sparkle at the thought.

“And I’ve got some lube in my bedside cabinet.”

“What’s that for?”

“Anal.”

Alison stares at me, open-mouthed, before saying, “When do you want me to move in?”