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I showered quickly and rushed to the kitchen, where John poured me a cup of coffee and said, “Have a seat. We can talk until Melissa gets here, and then I’ll leave you two in peace.”

“So Melissa is your partner.”

“Yes. Maureen swings both ways, just like us, and she wanted a female lover on the side after just a few months of marriage. No doubt Melissa told you about the set-up?”

“Yes. And how do you go about advertising for a live-in partner?”

“Funny story. Tell you someday·.”

I knew by his tone of voice that we would discuss it only in the fullness of time, so I shrugged and said, “She is certainly something.”

“She’s one of a kind.”

We sipped coffee for a minute, and I asked, “So, how is Maureen?”

“She’s doing well. She’s sorry she missed you and is anxious to get back. We determined from our phone call last night that we deeply miss each other and both of our food tastes dull where we are.”

I laughed and then asked, “What do you think she will think of this… With Melissa?”

“She won’t mind. She’ll be pleased.”

“Good.”

Soon we heard footsteps, and Melissa came into the kitchen in a fresh maid’s outfit. She asked, “Is the coffee acceptable to you two slugabeds?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

“Best coffee I’ve ever tasted,” I added.

“Probably because of what you cleaned your palate with last night, I warrant,” she smiled saucily. She walked to a pantry door and put an apron on over her outfit. “Sir, would you be so kind?”

I stood and walked behind her to tie the strings, and John rose and said, “Good morning to you both. I have to get ready for a client meeting later in the week, so I’ll leave you be and just ask that you clean up all messes and spills.”

“Yes, sir,” she intoned in mock obedience, and John sighed and shook his head as he stalked out.

“Poor guy,” I said, “with you making fun of him like that.”

“He asked for it. It’s only fair. After I was taken on, I asked him how I should address him, and he said, ‘However you like,’ so when we made love our first night as a pair after our maiden threesome when I started, I called him ‘sir’ all the way through. It really turned him on that first time in the bedroom, ‘Oh, sir, please fuck me,’ ‘Oh, sir, I love your juicy cum,’ ‘Oh, sir, give me your cock again,’ but he’s hated it ever since, so I’m teaching him a lesson. Hmm, or making fun of him. I’ve forgotten which of those I’m supposed to be doing by now, but it sure is fun.”

I winced throughout the latter part of this confession and said, “That’s cruel.”

She shrugged as she set out canisters and implements on the table, “Truth can be harsh. So can my jokes. Sometimes they coincide.”

I looked down at her outfit and said, “It’s a rather skimpy design, don’t you think?”

“All the better to seduce and devour you with, kind sir.”

“Did your employer provide it?”

She grimaced, “I designed it myself.”

I looked at the stove, laughed, and asked, “May I help you?”

She looked at me fixedly. “Are you as skilled in the kitchen as the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

She thrust out her lower lip and said, “That’s a rarity in this household. I’m making lunch and dinner for the next week. Three dishes for each slot, with leftovers taken into account. I like to cook, but only in fits. I’d never do it every day, but twice a week and freeze till use is fine. A little less variety than some people like, but I haven’t had any complaints, and they make do on my day off, which with the takeout and delivery round these parts just makes my cooking that much more valued.”

“How can I help?”

“Roll out dough for the crust for my pot pie, then the apple pie, then cherry pie. I’ll get the fillings ready, and then you can help me with the pans. After that, we have lasagna to prepare. The sauce is already cooking, so you’ll get to grate the cheese while I boil the noodles. Finally, we have frozen packages to start thawing for tonight. I do hope no one gets sick of lasagna, because we’ll have a hell of a lot of it. Lasagna for dinner tomorrow, leftover pot roast for lunch tomorrow, then more lasagna for dinner, then pot pie and lasagna.” She looked at me and said nothing for a minute, then asked, “You don’t think that’s too much lasagna?”

“No.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

For the next hour and a half, we worked steadily as we talked. “Where are you from, sir?”

“From a place without an aristocracy, so you needn’t call me ‘sir.’”

We smiled and talked about our hometowns for several minutes. I then asked, “What did you study in college?”

“English, what else?”

“What did you do before this?”

“I was a very very junior editorial assistant at the only place I found that seemed willing to hire a young black woman out of college. I wasn’t the last one in but I was the first one out. The whole concern is floating belly up now, so I was probably lucky enough to get out before the rest of the crew hit the job market, except the competition was so fierce that even the fine testimonial from my old employer did me no good at all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I. Then for a while I worked what I could find, scutwork of every sort, like everyone else with an English degree and no connections.”

We sat quietly as I put the crust in the bottom of the pot and she ladled in the fillings, then together we covered it with the other crust and squeezed the crusts shut. She covered it with foil and I lifted it as she took me over to the freezer and found space for it.

“You are good,” she said, “in both rooms.”

As I prepared the pie crusts, she checked the fruit fillings bubbling quietly on the back burners of the massive stove John and Maureen had inherited with the house, and she asked, “And you? What did you study?”

“History and economics. Lots of international relations. Lucked into the job, but I’m good at it. As to whether I’m good enough, only time will tell.”

“Are all stints three years?”

“If you want to make a name for yourself as a reliable sort, you need to take one or two.”

“What did you dream of being as a boy?”

“Ambulance driver.” She laughed in surprise. “Then I wanted to be a sailor. Then an explorer. After that, I just suffered through school.”

“Beat it out of you, huh?”

“Tried to, so I ducked my head until the engine of conformity spat me out.”

She chuckled and asked, “You met John in college?”

“Freshman year.”

“When did you two get together?”

“Freshman year, second semester.”

We put the pies in the freezer and she said, “How did it work, sharing your women?”

“We had a series of girlfriends, and sounded them out subtly. Well, we thought it was subtle; no doubt they thought we were obvious perverts, but most of them were perverts too.” She laughed and I continued, “When one was amenable, the other would go on a date with us, and when the mood was right would join in. Our girlfriend was always the primary partner, and the other was under her orders completely.”

She nodded, “Makes sense. That’s how John and Maureen are with me.”

“And you?”

“I had girl crushes in high school and finally acted on one. I preferred boys though, and never did mix boys and girls until John and Maureen. It’s hard for any girl, and for a girl with my complexion, in the culture of my home town, it would have been a complete disaster. Word would have gotten out from any of the boys I’d have been interested in, so no. One or the other. And never with two men. Perhaps someday I’ll share the details. Perhaps not.” She looked at me squarely as I nodded, and leaned over and kissed me.

Then looking up at me coyly from under lowered lids, she added, “But, you know, I will say I have long been intrigued by the thought of a fine man like yourself sharing me with a special other. Just the one and just one other.”

Taking a leaf from her book, I nodded sagely, “I shall take that under advisement.”

“You do that, sir. Sir might find his primary relationship enriched.”

“Sir might.”

We smiled and I turned the conversation to music and books. We spent the next hour in a cozy wide-ranging discussion, and when she took the last bag out of the freezer to thaw and checked on our lunch in the oven, she said, “We have an hour before lunch. I have business to attend to, so I shall see you at lunch. Work on your report; you’ll be ever so relieved when it’s finished, sir.”

We kissed deeply for a minute, and when my hands worked under her apron to fondle her breasts she pushed me away and said laughingly, “No distractions, sir! I have strict rules that you must abide by. You have to wait to give me my orgasm; that will just make it all the sweeter.”

I kissed her once more and watched her traipse out of the room. I poured another cup of coffee and returned to my room, where I finished outlining the next section and made notes of the details supporting the major points. Soon John knocked on the door and led me to lunch, which Melissa served before disappearing. We ate quickly, each distracted by work, and in twenty minutes we had cleared the table and started the dishwasher, as was the custom of the household, before going to our separate lairs; dinner followed in its appointed course and then I went to my room to await dessert.

When she came in, I lifted her with a grin and took her to the bed, where I pushed her over onto her elbows and took her from behind, thrusting vigorously as she came quickly and then repeatedly. I drained into her after five minutes and collapsed on top of her. After a few seconds, I stood straight and helped her stand up. She stood in front of me facing away so I could strip her outfit off, then leaned back against me as I took her in my arms, her breasts spilling over my cradling arm, my nose next to her ear, and I whispered, “You know, there’s something that makes me almost as hot as your skin.”

“And that would be?”

“I love how you’re taller than me.”

“No more towering over small women then?”

“Or covering them.”

“Ah, but Maureen only comes up to my shoulders.”

“And have you covered her often?”

“Often enough.”

“Will you be jealous?”

She shook her head and said, “She shares her husband with me; I’m happy to share you with her,” and then asked, “Will you be able?”

“Only if you allow me.”

“You may. You’re looking forward to having both Melissa and Maureen, aren’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile.

“As long as I have you, I can live without having her also.”

“Good, because I’m not a toy. You’re mine now and I’m yours, and I’m very picky about sharing.”

“It’s not a traditional discussion, this.”

“No sir, it certainly is not.”

“Why do you insist on calling me ‘sir’?”

“‘Sir’ is a term of respect, sir. I would have thought sir was au courant with his mother tongue.”

“I seem not to be as facile with it as you are.”

“No, sir, I don’t think you are.” She turned her head so we could kiss, and after three minutes or so she whispered, “And I believe we have a soft bed waiting just for us.”

The next night she joined us for dinner and then disappeared for a while, coming to my bedroom at nine with a mirror the size of a picture book, a bottle of wine, and a bathrobe, and we made love for hours with the lights on, watching ourselves in the mirror in every position we could manage, pink against brown, blue eyes staring into brown, pink shaft disappearing between brown lips, driving each other to exhaustion.

As we fell asleep, she whispered, “Seeing you with your head buried between my thighs makes me want to sing,” and she put her hand over mine and pulled it to her breast; “Hold it and keep it there,” she said, and we fell into an exhausted sleep. I awoke about three to her light snoring; I ran my hand along her side as I cuddled up behind her, and she pulled my hand to her breast again without waking. I felt her warm body soft and perfect against me and fell back into a satisfied sleep.

She awoke at seven. I sat up and said, “Morning, dear.”

“Morning, love.” She kissed me and said a bit shyly, “I’ll be jealous when Maureen gets back.”

“You needn’t be.”

“But I will.”

“I’m yours, you know that.”

“And you’ll do anything I want, I know.”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ve never been with two men before, so tonight you and John will treat me.”

I was surprised by my sudden pang of jealousy, and I must have given some outward sign of it because she laughed and said, “Yes, Maureen said she felt that way the first time she watched John take me.”

I smiled and said, “Well then, it’s your show.”

“And I expect the actors to outperform themselves for me.”

I reached up to cup her breasts, but she pushed me away, “Save it up. Devote your energy to finishing your report and then work out your stress inside me and John. I have so many dirty wishes for you two to fulfill for me that you’ll need every drop of sperm. Now go take a cold shower; breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rounded her lips in mock surprise, “I do like the sound of that, sir, really I do.” She kissed me softly and whispered, “John doesn’t know. We’ll surprise him, so hush, love.” She kissed me again, dressed quickly, and left.

That night after dinner, we three sat in the lounge after John started a CD. Melissa leaned against me and we started necking. John waited a few minutes, and when I had pulled Melissa’s top down and had started caressing her breasts, he said, “Well, I’ll be off.”

Melissa looked at him through half-closed eyes and said, “No, Sir, you will sit right here and suck on my other breast. They’re much too large for Craig to do justice to both at once. Though heaven knows he certainly tries.”

John’s eyes opened wide and he quickly stripped. When he sat down next to her and she kissed him deeply, I stood and undressed as well. As we sucked on her breasts, her body came alive and she moaned deeply. Her hips were soon circling, so my hand met John’s as we caressed her wet panties. Melissa said, “It was incredible having one beautiful white man who loves black women. Two is heavenly.”

When we had brought her nearly to the edge with our fingers, she stood up and slipped off the little remaining of her clothes. She pulled me to my feet and knelt before me, and before she took me into her mouth winked at John and said, “Fuck me, sir.”

I said, “You really shouldn’t tease him like that.”

John immediately got behind her and said, “No, really, I don’t mind.”

“Right now,” Melissa laughed. “Later he will be so embarrassed. Let him have his fun now.”

With a sudden thrust, John entered her roughly and fucked her like a jackhammer. In a massive fit of jealousy that I had never felt before, I pulled Melissa’s head onto me and worked her mouth vigorously. She held my hips to moderate my efforts and worked me into her throat. I looked up to see John staring at her back, then down to his hands on her hips, clearly as fascinated by the difference in color as I always was, and then we stared at each other as Melissa’s first climax swept through her.

When she calmed down, she said, “Don’t stop. Like this. Yes. I need both of you inside me, two beautiful white cocks plowing into my beautiful black body. I love how I fascinate you two.” She then returned to sucking me and soon had her lips around the base of my cock. As she worked me into ecstasy, I looked down to see my hands on her deep brown shoulders, and I leaned over to hold her breasts. I looked up then to see John pummeling her cunt as he stared unseeing into space, and I wasn’t sure which burned hotter, my desire for the brown softness of her body or my jealousy at another man enjoying her to the full.

She climaxed twice more in the next five minutes, and she said, “Time for a change.” We pulled away, both on the edge, and she said, “We’ll need to do that many more times from now on, but I have so many fantasies to live out right now. Fuck me.” She lay back and John immediately mounted her, and as he thrust inside her to the hilt, she groaned and said, “Sir, I’ve seen you get fucked. Return the favor, please.”

She pointed at her clothes and I found a tube of lube in the pocket. The sight of the two of them, John’s white body held tightly within Melissa’s brown thighs and arms as he thrust vigorously inside her, and with hot jealousy, I lubed up and roughly opened his ass and pushed inside.

“Yes,” she whispered, “let my lover fuck you while you fuck my dark brown body. You love how dark Maureen and I are, don’t you?”

“Yes, God yes,” he said, and as she drove both of us wild by whispering her lust for our white bodies inside her black body, I thrust quickly and entered him to the hilt. He screamed as I tried to fuck him as hard as he fucked Melissa, and soon I felt the pulsations in his bowels as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Feeling him drain his lust into my beloved, as I finally thought of her, merely made me even angrier with jealousy as I fucked him mercilessly.

Melissa had squealed in another climax at the same time John had come, and I looked down at her sweat-drenched face watching me past John’s ear, smiling widely and eyes sparkling as she devoured the scene of two men coupling above her and for her. “Yes sir, fuck him hard for me. Use his ass for me just like he used yours the first night. It makes me so hot seeing my men fuck.”

I looked into her eyes as my climax built, and with a scream, my first spurt was torn out of me. I continued fucking deep into John’s bowels as eight more massive spurts followed. Melissa climaxed again at the same time, and I pulled away from John once I had filled him with my cum. I lay on my back next to Melissa and held her hand. John rolled off her to her other side, and Melissa whispered, “Good start, but don’t you dare think you’re finished. Wash up, sir, so you can mingle your seed with John’s.”

I did as ordered and returned in about a minute. She lay back when she saw me and welcomed me into her, my cock already fully resurgent, and as I pushed deep inside her cum-lubricated passage I felt John lubing me up. I chuckled and spread my knees for him, and as he entered me Melissa said, “When he fucked you, I wanted to rush out and back myself up against you so you could fuck me, but this way I get to watch and fuck. Again. God, you two are so hot.”

I lasted about five minutes, and when my orgasm drained me into Melissa’s spasming cunt, John pushed over the edge and filled me with his sperm. After a few minutes catching our breath, we went one by one to wash up, Melissa last, and I looked at John, who smiled and said, “I’ve never been with you when you were that jealous.”

“God, I wanted to fuck you into oblivion watching you inside her.”

“You nearly did.”

“But I loved it too.”

“I never thought that…that skin color mattered like that.”

“And now you can’t get enough.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Don’t look so sick to heart. It’s just like how you used to say red hair was overrated, then you could never get enough of Vivian.”

We laughed and I said, “Well, we survived that, so I guess we can survive this.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to ream your ass from here to Tokyo when you fuck Maureen.”

“Is that a promise?”

We laughed again and he winked at my hardening cock. “You like that thought, don’t you? Well, hold it for a week or so.”

For the next two days, Melissa and I woke up together, met at meals, and exhausted each other into deep sleep at night. Finally, the third morning I finished my final report, submitted it through the system, and received word my vacation had officially started. I walked into the kitchen to see Melissa looking determinedly at a shopping list. “Done.”

She looked up and paused, then said, “Your report?”

“Yes. Vacation starts today.”

“And today’s my day off, so you get to share your first day of freedom with me. All day, just you and me.” She embraced me and kissed me and whispered, “And no sex until nightfall. I wonder if you can handle it.”

I smiled, “Probably not, but I’m sure I can duck into a bathroom for a leisurely whack if you won’t give it up.”

She frowned in mock anger and said, “No, sir, that is not allowed. You know you are only allowed to have a whack if I’m watching.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to spend all day with blue balls. I thought I left that behind in high school.”

“You’re a cultured man, love. You can last a few hours without losing any of your devilish charms.”

We spent the day shopping and wandering around two nearby small towns. It was the most delightful day I had spent with a woman, and as we kissed near a stream I realized I had fallen deeply for her. She looked at me shyly and said, “Tell me about the first girl you had a crush on.”

“I was nine and she was ten. I used to tell her that she had the face that sank a thousand ships, and she must have liked me just as much because then she’d chase me and trip me and make me eat dirt. It was true love.”

We laughed happily and talked until dark about anything that came to mind, and we drove home to put away the groceries, serve and eat dinner, and retire to my bed. And in much the same way things continued for another week.

That morning, however, John left early. We cleaned thoroughly and made a superb lunch, and at eleven the door opened and John came in with a short, slender, gorgeous black woman. She kissed Melissa and held her hand out to me. “So you are Craig.”

“Pleased to meet you, Maureen.” The small talk was especially small with the tension in the air, and we soon had lunch and began to relax. Maureen paid particular attention to me throughout the meal, and afterwards, John and Melissa cleaned up as she and I chatted in the library. We enjoyed each other’s company without allowing the stress we felt at the possibility looming before us to show, and for the next two days got to know each other well. John and Maureen would leave for their room after drinks at night, and Melissa and I would clean up and then wear each other out in what seemed like preemptive jealousy.

Over dinner that third night, Maureen and I fell into a long discussion of the economic underpinnings of my career, and full of youthful idealism and fire we argued over minor details as if they mattered…which, of course, they did to the people on the ground. John and Melissa watched us in amusement until Melissa decided we had worried the issue enough and put on some music. We danced with our partners for two slow dances, and then Maureen said, “May I have the honor of the next dance?”

She melted into my arms, her lithe body swaying seductively in my arms under a dress that glided seductively over her skin. John and Melissa danced together as well, and Maureen whispered warmly, “Such a fine dancer. You move your body well.” This continued for two more dances, when I looked up to see that John and Melissa had silently left.

Maureen and I sat on the couch. “I’m glad you and Melissa have fallen in love. She’s never really had that. I asked her several times if she wanted not to go through with it, but she was determined. I do think she likes torturing herself.”

“Tell me how you met John.”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

“I want to hear your side.”

We laughed and she said, “He stole my seat on the bus and said he’d only return it if he could sit in my lap. I refused, so I had to sit in his. He was so cute and roguish I couldn’t help myself. Half the bus was shocked and the other half was smiling, and we stayed on past both our stops and walked back and had lunch along the way. He asked me to ride the bus again the next day, only a different route, and I agreed, and he took me to a park on the edge of town and within an hour he had plucked my flower.”

She stared into my eyes over her glass of wine as she said, “And so I fell for John even though I never thought I’d sleep with, much less marry, anyone but a black man. I had never wanted a man like I did then. And I took him right there and then. I unzipped him and pinned him down and impaled myself on him and fucked his brains out as he leaned against a tree without either of us falling off onto the ground.” We laughed and she continued, “And after I came I wanted him even more. I took him home and unwrapped him, and his white body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.”

We sipped our wine quietly for a minute as she looked at me simply, moving from my eyes to my chest and back to my mouth and eyes. Finally, she said, “Melissa said the same about you.” I blinked and couldn’t speak. “It’s interesting,” she continued without waiting for a reply, “feeling that way about my beloved husband, and knowing that I can have another man if we agree.” She sipped again as she stared into my eyes. “Knowing that I can make him feel the way I feel when I watch him taking Melissa.”

I was unable to breathe as she ran her finger around the lip of her wineglass. “When I see him thrusting into her, I’m not sure which is stronger, how much I want to join them, let him take me from behind while I suck him out of her, or how much I want him to scream in jealousy as another man takes me.”

She sipped again and pondered quietly for a moment. “I was just curious at first when he mentioned you. I’d wondered vaguely what it would be like to have two men at once. I had fantasies about it often enough, read about it constantly. I made him tell me about you two later, all the details of every woman you shared, and I thought maybe…” She turned the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, looking at it from an angle so I couldn’t see her eyes. “Of course, he wanted to know all about my experiences with other women, and so we agreed that if they wandered, the goose and gander would have the same sauces. Share the same sauces.”

She looked into my eyes suddenly. “You do know that if I choose you, if, you’re sworn to completest secrecy. In the management of a large company? They’d pillory any woman who takes two men, never mind another woman as well. And a black woman? Taking two white men?” She sipped her wine again and said simply, “Are you worth the risk, I wonder? I wonder…”

We stared into each other’s eyes as she twirled her glass some more. After a minute she said, “And you are sure this won’t destroy things with Melissa.”

“Not on my side. She swears not on hers.”

“She knows herself best. She’d stop it if she truly worried.”

She rose and poured us each another glass of wine, and after we toasted she leaned in and kissed me lightly. I kissed back and let her take the lead. She ran her tongue between my lips and put her arms around my neck, then slowly melted into me as our kisses deepened. She pulled away and murmured, “Yes, once upon a time I never even wanted one, and now I might have two,” and smiled as she kissed me some more.

I ran my hand to her neck and down to her breasts, which she pushed against me as her erect nipples rolled between my fingers. “Mmm,” she moaned, “I do need that.” We kissed as she reached up to untie the straps holding the top of her dress between us, and she watched me eagerly as I delighted in her beautiful breasts, small and firm, with taut nipples and small black aureoles. I nuzzled at them as her body tensed and went lax under my hands and lips and tongue.

Finally, she stood up in front of me and pulled her hem up slowly almost to the join of her thighs, then turned; I followed her as she moved to the wall next to the window to finish her wine and put the glass down safely. I put my glass away as well and knelt before her. I reached up to push the hem to her waist and knelt there examining the most beautiful pair of legs I had ever seen. I held it up with my left hand as I ran the right one lightly over her firm thighs and well-turned calves, and she trembled as I explored her.

She chuckled quietly, “John is a leg man, so I’m used to that from him. I’m glad I have the same effect on you, because Melissa told me what it is you like.”

I kissed her knees and slowly worked my lips up to her panties, which she helped me remove along with her dress. Her pelvis was prominent under her muscles, the bone structure well defined under the taut muscles, the thick hair of her pussy framing a thick pair of lips so purple they were almost coal black. I leaned in and starting sucking her with all the patience and expertise I could muster, and she held my head in place as I sucked her firmly.

Her first orgasm was short, sharp, and very quick. I pushed her back against the wall and put her right leg over my shoulder, and she leaned back hard against the wall with her shoulders, staring down at me as I returned to the feast. Her second orgasm was a little longer and louder, and as I ran my fingers inside her after she nearly crushed my head with her thighs, she gasped and seemed determine to exercise all the muscles of her belly and hips as she circled her hips in every pattern I had ever experienced. She gave herself over to my mouth for ten minutes as I worked her slowly to the massive climax I knew was coming, and when she was close I lifted her other leg into my other shoulder and held her with both my hands as I sucked her like a man dying of thirst.

She finally screamed as wave after wave of convulsions passed over her, her fingernails digging into my scalp as she fucked hard against my face, her tight body twisted like a contortionist’s as my exhausted tongue and lips worked almost numb against her steaming cunt. Her orgasm lasted about a minute, it seemed, and finally, she went limp under my mouth as she let my head go; she dropped her feet to the floor and pushed me away. I looked up at her sweat-drenched face as she leaned against the wall at a thirty-degree angle, her thighs spread wantonly before me.

I stood up and held her in my arms, leaning down to kiss her; she sucked greedily at her taste on my lips and whispered, “I think you actually liked doing that.” We both laughed loudly and she said, “Well, that is peachy, both my men eat my peach like a dream. I’ve wanted to see that beautiful white face of yours between my thighs since the moment I saw your picture. Those lips of yours promise so much, and deliver so much more.”

I kissed her deeply and felt her body swaying and twisting within my arms, muscular and taut, and needing release I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed lightly. I felt her lips smiling under mine and she pulled away to say, “You want it, don’t you?” She smiled.

“Will you?”

She laughed loudly and settled to her knees. She unzipped me and worked my clothes off, then stroked me as she licked the tip. With skill, she worked me into her throat, and far too soon I stared into space as I grabbed her head and thrust. She took every drop and swallowed happily as I collapsed to my knees. We kissed and I lay on the carpet as she crouched above me, her lips open to my eyes as she stroked my limp cock. I reached up to caress her labia and found her wet tunnel welcoming me inside. She rode my hand vigorously and came quickly.

That sufficed to make me fully hard, and she laughed and said, “I need you. I’m ready for you now.” She put my shirt down and lay on it. I rose above her, marveling in her thin body, and then sighed as she spread her thighs and held herself open to me, hands holding her knees, staring at me raggedly with her engorged lips open to me. I moved into place and put her knees on my shoulders, and as I entered her she said, “You know, John is doing this to Melissa right now. My husband is fucking another woman. And that other woman is yours. Are you going to let him get away with it? You know what you need to do.”

I knew from her wicked smile that she was as jealous as I was, and I let myself go and pounded hard into her. She squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck as I twisted her body underneath me with the force of my jealousy and desire. She fucked up as hard as I fucked into her, and she said, “You know he’s giving her better orgasms than you ever could. He’s going to fill her with his hot white cum. He’s using her right now and she’s loving every second of it. She’s moaning, ‘Yes, fuck me, Sir, make me a real woman’ and he’s giving her every inch of his glorious cock.” I found the reserves of strength to fuck her harder than I had ever fucked a woman, and soon she was unable to talk as I used her mercilessly. When she was close I said, “Her tight cunt is sucking every last drop of cum out of his balls right now. He’s planting his seed in her belly instead of yours.” She went wild and screamed as wave after wave of climax washed over her.

I held off and maintained my rhythm. We were both covered in sweat, near exhaustion but far from satisfied. I stared down at her lithe black body taking everything I gave her and demanding more, her eyes devouring my white body and especially my eyes, and when Maureen said, “Give me what we need,” I let myself go and pummeled her circling hips. Her eyes closed and her head tilted as she screamed in climax, and her cunt tightened hard around me and squeezed out ten ropes of cum deep into her belly.

I lay on her exhausted as she dozed for a minute. Soon she woke and caressed my hair; she whispered, “You were as jealous as I was, thank god. I love having you, but sharing John drives me crazy, good crazy.”

“You fuck like a dream when you’re crazy.”

“So do you, lover.” She smiled. “Look at you so pleased with yourself, fucking the two most beautiful women in the world whenever they want. Black and beautiful and all yours, ready for your thick white cock and hot white cum. –You know, before John that would have just made me sick to the stomach, but now it’s what I need. The cock and the talk.”

“And you can never tell anyone.”

“Except you, and that sets you on fire just as much. I’m happy with that.” She looked at me a few seconds and asked, “Am I as good as Melissa?”

“No.”

She smiled happily, “Good.”

“And John?”

“Oh yes, he’s the best for me.”

I raised myself off her and carried her to the couch, where I lay down beside her. We kissed and caressed each other as the fever we had set in each other faded. After ten minutes she lay curled up against me, right thigh draped over mine, and aimlessly played with my semi-hard cock. I asked, “Penny for your thoughts?”

She looked up at me. “Oh, I guess I really have cheated on John, just like we agreed I could. Just thinking about it. It was everything I hoped. God, that was good. But it was so…one-sided.” She laughed. “One-sided because four people were here. Strange that.”

I thought and nodded, and she continued, “Did you like fucking Melissa when you were nailing me?” I nodded and she smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been nailed like that before. Really nailed. It fits what you did to me.” We laughed.

She continued, “But I wonder, did you actually like fucking me? Besides all those women. I mean, it’s incredible that I can get you going like that. It’s like, I don’t know, I can just flip a switch on your back and you become this wild beast. But how about regular you? Care to show me?”

“Of course.”

“Then look at me. Watch me and think of nothing but me.”

I had become hard and she pushed me onto my back and settled herself onto me, slowly taking me inside her. I held her hips and felt her muscles shifting under my hands, taut like a gymnast’s. She looked down at me and smiled as I inspected her greedily from pubic hair to the hair on her head, and she settled into a steady rhythm back and forth. I felt her cunt becoming drenched and heard the beguiling squishing of our mixed fluids, and soon she asked, “Am I beautiful?”

“Yes. Do you like my body?”

“Yes, you’re good. Can you last in this rhythm?”

“For a while.”

“Good.”

After another minute, she asked, “I know you want another mother to suckle at, but my breasts, are they too small?”

“No, they’re beautiful. They’re firm and perfect.”

“Then play with them, dammit!”

I laughed and reached up, and she continued, “You like fucking Melissa’s. Do mine tempt you?”

“God yes.”

“Someday then. Not tonight.”

A minute later she asked, “Do my boyish hips turn you on?”

“Boyish? Don’t bullshit.”

“I mean compared to your lady love. So many men think I’m too scrawny and have a flat ass.”

“I love your hips and ass.”

“Yours aren’t so bad either, kind sir. And don’t worry, I think your cock is just the perfect size.” I laughed and she started fucking me faster. “I’m looking forward to seeing you and John suck each other, fuck each other…but not now. Right now you’re mine.” She tilted her hips up and down as she moved back and forth and managed to take me most of the way in before pulling me most of the way out. As always I was amazed staring at her belly, imagining how deeply I was buried inside her, and ran my fingers over her ribs down to her hips and up to her breasts.

After another two minutes, she said, “I’m very close. Will you give me lots of cum?” I nodded and grabbed her hips firmly to help me aim as I let loose and thrust up into her. She groaned, “Yes, baby, like that!” Soon she boiled over and squealed as I reamed her mercilessly, using her spasming cunt to push me over the edge and spray load after load deep inside her.

We caught our breath and she said, “Shall we go join our partners?”

We walked to the master bedroom and heard loud breathing and quiet moaning, and when we entered we saw John atop Melissa, his cock buried deep inside her with her ankles by his ears, and with a sudden fit of uncontrollable jealousy I pushed Maureen to her hands and knees and thrust deep inside her, immediately hard again from the sight. In equal jealousy, she pushed back to take me fully inside her, and for ten minutes we coupled like angry animals fighting to the death. When they heard us, John and Melissa glanced at us and caught fire as well; they changed position to match ours as they stared in jealousy and anger at us.

I watched John thrusting hard into Melissa, my own Melissa, and looked down to see the beautiful woman he was regretting sharing. I ravished her viciously, thrusting hard into her, roughly, without reserve, trying to erase John from her cunt and from Melissa’s with the power of my lust, her spasming cunt attesting to her own desire to be used by the lover of the woman John was cheating on her with. I looked down further to see her lips around my shaft before pounding home, her thin hips and exquisite tight ass a poor match for Melissa’s fullness, then looked up to see John’s hands squeezing Melissa’s breasts as he pummeled her from behind. Melissa’s face was a study in anger and jealousy as she glared at Maureen, then smiled evilly as Maureen doubtless glowered hard at her.

With loud screams the four of us came simultaneously, John’s cum shooting into the hot cunt where mine should have been, my own cum torn out of me into a body whose eager reception of my sperm drove John as mad with jealousy as I was. Melissa and Maureen were staring at each other with twisted faces sick with jealousy as well, and drained, the four of us collapsed.

Melissa crawled over to Maureen and whispered, “Now I know how you feel. I think you have something of mine?” She lay on the floor next to Maureen’s cunt and started licking. Maureen joined in, “Yes, and you have something of mine as well,” and they sixty-nined to forgiveness, each sucking her man out of the other as John and I each cleaned our woman off the other, erect again at the sight of the two most beautiful women in the world pleasuring each other.

We lay there in an exhausted quartet and Melissa said, “That was the angriest I’ve ever fucked. We should do it again, but not soon.”

Maureen nodded. “A perfect storm. I’ll need at least a week to recover.”

Melissa and I sheepishly pulled ourselves together and went to my room, where we made love slowly and romantically for one more climax each. I looked at her lying in my arms and said, “Marry me.”

“I wondered if you’d ever get around to asking,” she smiled. “Gladly.”

“How about a civil ceremony?”

“Perfect. Tomorrow?”

“As soon as they let us.”

“Deal.”

 We then almost immediately fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I woke at seven as she stirred to start the day’s work. She smiled down at me happily and said, “Last night is like a dream now. Hot and a little sick-making, but I like thinking about it now, especially the perfect touch at the end, unless you’re going to chicken out on me.”

I answered her unspoken question, “It was incredible. I won’t be the one to chicken out.”

She nodded happily and said, “Coffee will be ready soon. Take a shower and make yourself presentable. Please hurry and join us.”

I showered and shaved and dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, and when I entered the dining room, all three were seated waiting for me, Melissa dressed in the silk shirt, skirt, and sweater I loved on our first date. The other two smiled as they saw me.

“Good morning, friend,” John said.

“Hello, new friend,” Maureen added. “How are you today?”

“Much more equable than last night,” I replied, and they all nodded and laughed.

Maureen said, “Today is Melissa’s day off, as you know, and she has it all planned out to spend with you. I believe she has a few things to tell you before you two go look for a license.”

Melissa looked as if she wanted to shush her, but then relaxed and smiled. “Yes.”

We ate at our leisure and chatted over coffee, just two friendly couples with the ordinary set boundaries, and then Melissa pulled me into the hallway and said, “Today I will show you my room.”

My eyes widened as I realized how adroitly she had kept it off-limits and out of mind before, and I swallowed loudly and nodded. We walked through the main hall to the other wing of the house and through a short hallway to a large door. She opened it and said, “Please do come in, sir.” She stood leaning against the door frame, her hands behind her back, as I entered and looked around. “This is my study.”

The room was large and well decorated, windows opening onto a small garden set off from the main yard by hedges; I had noticed it before but had no idea what it enclosed. There was a large desk before the window and bookcases covering the walls except for a door in the wall to the right. She led me around the couch next to the door to the hallway and said, “This is where I write. Now, this is where I sleep.”

She then led me into a large bedroom, frilly in places and comfortable everywhere, and had me sit next to her on a loveseat facing her bed. She sat in thought for a minute, presenting her face in profile to me, and then she faced me. “It was so charming our first night, when you were so solicitous for my welfare.” We smiled and she continued, “Because, you see, I’m sure I make at least as much as you do. When you go back to your room, you’ll find a package at your door. Maureen is putting it there. They’re signed first-edition copies of my novels. I write mysteries, you know. Very popular among certain types. The types who like clever black women detectives, you see.”

We laughed and she continued, “And we have a couple of days before I leave.” I stared at her and she smiled, “You should be so disappointed! But it’s only for two weeks, not three years, love.” She kissed me and said, “That’s actually why I’ve been dressed as a maid. I’ll be one for two weeks. For my next mystery. Undercover job to research an undercover job. A snooty rich estate will actually let me practice the job. It’s one of those owned by a poor old rich family that has to host events to keep the wolf at bay, so it’s not like those estates in England everyone thinks about. But it’ll be fun, apart from missing you. And I’ll have one day off each week, so you have to come visit me then and keep me from being lonely.”

She thought for another minute and said, “And now…something else. Several somethings else.” She went to a bookcase and pulled out some bound volumes from the bottom with several places marked by slips of paper. “This is my diary. Read this.”

The first entry was dated… “Ah, your birthday.” She nodded. “Dear diary, as I guess you are now, I should introduce myself.” There followed boring data, and then it continued, “Since I plan to be a writer, I guess I should start here. What a thought!, telling myself my thoughts as if I were someone else, but then when I read it again I guess I will be.”

“That was my 15th birthday. Now skip…here.” She took that volume and handed me another that he opened to a slip of paper. The date indicated she was 17. “So, Maureen convinced me, and I became her special friend today. She was right that it was just like pleasuring myself, but she was also right that it was very different. I feel giddy and then I wonder if it was a good idea, but then I remember her kissing me everywhere and I know no idea has been better.”

There then followed explicit details at length that made me blush and showed that she had remarkable observational skills, and I said, “So she was your first.”

“Yes.”

“So she seduced you.”

“Well, she wanted me and made a strong case and I agreed, and it was a brilliant success.”

She closed that volume and picked up a third. “And be sure to read this one carefully.”

The date showed she was 21: “Dear diary, I am so sorry on your behalf for that. Sorry for myself, really, but it sounds better made objective like that. But as to objectivity…I came home today and found Mark reading this. I had told him this was my own secret, no one else’s. I started screaming at him, and he just grinned like a bastard, ‘But you’re mine. We have no secrets.’ ‘I do.’ ‘Not from me.’ ‘Yes, from you.’ ‘Cheating on me then.’ ‘No. This is not yours. This belongs to no one else.’ Then we started screaming, and he is gone. How anyone can presume to own me like that…such gall.”

There was more, much more, and when I finished reading it, she said with steel in her voice, “That goes for you too. I want you to read the first volumes while I’m gone, but only those. The rest you’ll never read. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

She searched my eyes and after a minute said, “Good. Two more.”

The date was four years before: “Dear diary, we will have a new home, you and I. I’ve missed writing in you, what with the travel, but I have now spent some of the inheritance. Much of the inheritance, it frightens me to say, but for something worth it. Maureen and I are soon to be co-owners of our own house out in the country, large but quite old, and we each have a sacrosanct wing. The improvements will be a horror, I imagine…”

“So…”

She smiled, “So, you are no longer Maureen’s guest, you are mine. You have a study across the hall. You will always have a home to come back to now.”

She then opened one last volume and said, “Here.”

“Dear diary, what a night! Our little ménage is now truly a ménage à trois. The last two weeks of feeling each other out and taking each little step that I have been agonizing over for you, and sorry to have bored you so, are at an end. Maureen finally overcame my misgivings, which had almost dissolved, and made love to me in the library for John to watch, then she sat there with burning eyes as he took me deliciously, passionately, remorselessly on the floor. She had told me he had developed a taste for women of color, and he proved it to me for an hour last night. My body set him on fire, and I am still surprised at how his body made me burn as well. I had thought I was so far beyond that…” There then followed a lengthy recounting of the scene, and then: “For a minute I was sure it had become a disaster, but she then pushed him to the floor and made him forget me, at least until they finished. I’ve never seen her so angry and so on fire, and when she finished with him she devoured me as well, and she then tortured herself by making us show her everything together she could think of. We slept in their bed and celebrated in the morning by her sucking me dry as he took her gloriously from behind. I suppose I should feel guilty, ashamed, tainted, and traitorous, but I am simply overjoyed. I have two lovers now! One black, one white, one a woman, one a man, and we all share each other and revel in the secret desires we’re fulfilling over and over. Except for the jealousy, it’s perfect; with the jealousy, Maureen transcends what we had before; she holds nothing back and draws out every last ounce of passion from all three of us. I just wonder, will I ever find someone to make me so damn jealous?”

She looked at me and said, “You know the answer to that.” She took the volume from my hands and said, “The rest of that volume is private.” She put it away and handed me others, “Here is your reading while I am gone.”

She leaned over and kissed me, and when I reached to hold her she pulled away and said, “Come, love, we have to break in our marriage bed,” and smiling we stripped each other bare and started our honeymoon a bit early. We lay there after our climaxes talking before setting out for town.

“So the first few months, it was just John and Maureen,” she said. “John moved in after they married, of course, as you know. They had met when she was on vacation, as you know, that silly story about the bus, and it did irk me at first that she was going to bring this unknown quantity into what was our sacred secret domain. But we got along well as the wedding approached, and I didn’t mind him by the time he moved in. He had to stick to their side of our house, of course. One thing did irritate me though They were cooing like love ]birds during the day and roaring like lions at night, and it was certainly enough to make a girl frustrated. Of course, Maureen has been my lover for a long time, and she soon realized, once they’d gotten completely familiar with each other’s bodies, that she still needed mine. John, of course, was starting to look at me with interest, almost as greedily as Maureen’s eyes did.” We laughed. “So I think the issue came up with Maureen first, but John jumped at it. They discussed it and then asked me, and I said it didn’t seem like a good idea, but I didn’t dismiss it out of hand.”

She stroked my awakening cock and continued, “So we continued discussing it and they made their displays of affection increasingly public, and John told about you and him, and it convinced me that we were all grown-ups enough to try it. And, having told us about you and him, it made us curious about you and him. Maureen first, then me. You were very intriguing, I have to say. You write good letters. That’s very important to me.”

“So you read my letters…”

“Just like I let you read my diary.”

“I’m not complaining. I just never thought they’d turn a woman’s head.”

“It depends on the woman. You got the luck of the draw.”

She had me fully erect and was playing with me as my fingers reached inside her. She soon settled into a steady rhythm as she stroked me lightly. “So, at the same time, my latest novel started taking shape. I always do the household chores, since it’s my house, dammit. And since those two are useless outside the bedroom and boardroom.” We laughed, and she continued, “So I decided to research all of that business of being a maid. About that time John said you were finally coming back to the States, and we bothered him relentlessly to issue an invitation to you, but not to mention me. I wanted to sweep you off your feet from the first moment without any preconceptions on your part. Certainly not the somewhat successful, slightly famous detective novelist, none of that.”

She smiled down at me and added, “My maid’s outfit was a great hit, of course. John made me raise the hem and Maureen made me lower the front, and the first night I wore it John took me from behind right at the stove as Maureen watched. That whole ‘Sir’ schtick started there. Apparently, it really struck a nerve with him. I think he must have seen a French maid in his first porn film or something. Which he will never live down now.”

She smiled and added, “And it was so much fun playing up for you. It nearly made me laugh the whole time, the way you were clearly taken with me, but my being a maid really bothered you. Which it should—most maids aren’t in my position at all. The shit they have to put up with from pigs like you were afraid of being…You were so torn. It was so sweet, but of course, after an hour I knew you were going to be mine that night.”

I was fully hard by this time and she stopped talking long enough to settle on my cock. I thrust up hard into her cunt, and she smiled down at me as I lost myself inside her. With a growl she suddenly launched into orgasm, pushing me over the edge. She lay atop me after we had finished, and she said, “Where was I?  Ah yes, and once I got in your closet, it was easy to make you mine. Still, I was a little worried until you asked me to stay. Then I knew everything was all right.” She smiled down at me. “Now let’s wash up. We have a marriage to attend.”