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“So what are you exactly—gay? Bi?” I asked Julian. We were lying naked on the locker room floor of the bathhouse the following morning. My head was still spinning with thoughts about my first gay experience that I had indulged in with him just hours ago, and my ass was still sticky with the remnants of his jizz in my crack.

He smiled and shrugged slightly as he rose from the floor to gather his robe and towel. “I guess I’m mostly gay. I enjoy being with a woman, if I have a man there to help me through the process.”

“That’s how I feel too, but from the other end of the spectrum. I mean, I had fun last night, but I’d love to have a woman in the mix to help me enjoy being with a man.”

“Maybe we should try to make that happen.” Julian said this so casually, as if having a threesome with a woman was a simple event to arrange.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m in Seoul until next Sunday. My company provides me with a nice hotel room in Gangnam. And I think I know who would like to join us.”

“Who?”

“You can guess,” he said.

I thought about this as we rolled up our mats, placed them in the bin with the dirty towels, then headed to the showers. I was so lost in thought and accustomed to the public nudity of the bathhouse that I hardly paid attention to the dozens of other naked men who were showering in the area. It was much more crowded than when we came in late the night before, and as we discussed the threesome idea we had to share a single showerhead. Considering we had both jizzed on each other the night before, I could now feel free to admire the sight of Julian’s gorgeous dick, which still hung long even under cold water. And he kept his gaze locked on me most of the time.

“You’re not thinking of Jane are you?” I spoke loudly, through the noise of all the water running in there. Once again I realized how surreal it was to be in the jimjilbang, showering right beside another man while talking with him about how we could find a girl to fuck together. And we were talking about this in the presence of dozens of other men who would be aghast if they could understand what we were saying.

“Of course I’m thinking of Jane. I’m certain she’s already attracted to me, but she doesn’t know I’m gay. We just need to turn her onto you a bit more and work some seductive magic in my hotel suite.”

The thoughts Julian was putting in my head made my cock start to swell up, and I immediately had to turn the shower water a bit colder to avoid any embarrassment. “That would be awesome, but Jane doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to go for that.”

“You would be surprised by the threesomes I’ve been in,” he said, giving me a wide grin. He described a few of his conquests while we rinsed off and took one last dip in the hot tubs. He claimed to have met the kind of women who dressed to cover up everything and would speak of their distaste for giving blowjobs, but by the end of the night he had them in bed with his male fuckbuddy sucking both their cocks at the same time. And the next day they would rave about how they couldn’t believe what they had done, how much they had enjoyed the night, and that they wanted to try it again.

By the time we were drying off in front of the mirror room, he had me somewhat convinced that sex with him and Jane could be more than just my ultimate sexual fantasy. “I’ve been through this enough times to know how the process goes,” he said, as he applied another layer of his fragrant oil all around his skin. “Sometime this week you need to invite her up to Itaewon to party with us. Let her realize we’ve been talking a lot—that you’re more in with me than she is. Let her know she’s the one tagging along for the fun, not you. The rest I’m sure we can work out as the night goes along.”

We returned to the locker room, where I felt strange to be putting on normal clothes again. In the small café by the lobby, Jane was waiting for us to come down so we could enjoy our last day on the beach before leaving Busan. I greeted her, told her about how interesting the bathhouse experience was, excluding the parts about having gay sex then plotting with Julian to get her in bed with us next Saturday night.

She was such a perfect looking girl, I almost didn’t want to try to seduce her. If it worked out, that would be my sexual peak. No girl in my future would ever top an event like that. She had a thick head of wavy blonde hair and an Amazonian stature that could turn the head of every surfer across a California beach. I was just a skinny, nerdy guy who had no business even imagining he had a shot with a girl like her. Julian was the one she wanted to catch; I would just be the guy who got shimmied in and reluctantly accepted—it was too sleazy of an idea, even for the new me, the sexually-open minded Tim who was now considering himself bisexual.

As the week progressed and I chatted with her on occasion at the school where we taught, my conversation with Julian in the jimjilbang became more distant and unreal. When I dropped by her classroom to talk before a period, she answered my open ended questions with short phrases. If I stopped to say hi in the hallways, she would say hi back and keep walking. Apparently our two days at the beach had satisfied her need to hang out with me for the rest of the month. If I managed to get Jane out with us for a night, more than likely she would leave early and Julian would try to settle for another one-on-one with me, which would rub me terribly. I couldn’t go for hooking up with a man twice in a row; I was lusting for the soft touch of a woman again.

I had all but put the idea out of my mind and anticipated another Friday night of gaming by myself—until a series of text messages from Julian echoed our conversation in the jimjilbang and fired me back up. He told me to invite her to Club Hybrid in Itaewon and gave me all the details so that I could explain the plan for the night to her as if I did this all the time and knew the area well.

In the teachers’ office where we graded papers for an hour every night I broke a long moment of silence to ask her about her plans for Saturday night.

“Oh, probably hanging out with some friends downtown. How about you? Another night of epic gaming?”

“What? No. Julian and I are going to a club in Itaewon. He’s going back to Spain after this week, you know.”

“You and Julian have been talking?” was her first question.

“Yeah. We bonded quite well in the bathhouse,” I smiled. “So, you in?”

She looked baffled for a moment, hesitant to answer.

So I plowed through, dumping all the details that Julian had told me to mention to her, even repeating some of his texts word for word, and she nodded along with me.

“Okay…sure, why not—I’ll come out with you guys.”

My heart lit up with glee!

“I don’t ever get to see Julian often enough when he’s visiting Korea,” she continued.

And my heart sank, just a tad.

For the next two days, my mind wanted to run wild with thoughts about what Julian could possibly pull off, but I kept calming myself down, telling myself it would just be a fun night out, nothing more. No expectations or fantasies—I had indulged in those before and always ended up disappointed.

Saturday night finally rolled around. I was so excited to talk with her outside work and without having laptops in our faces that I forked over the money for us to take a cab instead of the subway. This had to be a classy night. We were all three dressed for the occasion—Julian and I in black sports suits, Jane wearing a dark blue cocktail dress that clung tightly to her thighs. Her gorgeous, golden hair was flared out, makeup pristine, and she smelled amazing too.

When we first met up with Julian, he put the question of where we would start our night to me. I said we’d go to the bar-b-cue joint that he had told me about in text messages, and with that we hit the streets, weaving our way through the packs of dolled up Korean girls wearing ridiculously short skirts, the men who wanted to be with them, the various types foreigners who ran quite commonly in this area—military, teachers, or random business men from Europe or India. The night air was thick with crisp scents of meat and the vibrations of night clubs in the distance; those empty venues would soon to be filling up after the people out here got a few more drinks in them and properly ramped up their need to party hard. Among the lights, the ever-shifting noise of the overcrowded streets, a mix of language we could and couldn’t understand, there was nothing else like this time and place.

The restaurant was a grubby place full of lopsided wooden tables and random, elaborate decorations—a great place to order a ton of meat and another bottle of beer whenever the current bottle went empty. Julian demonstrated a keen ability to divert Jane’s interest onto me. He asked me several questions about my major in college—psychology—and got me talking about what I had learned about people, about the findings of Pavlov and B.F. Skinner on conditioned learning, then onto Stanley Milgram’s study based on using authority to control people. After every little detail of knowledge I dropped, he feigned an incredible interest in what I knew. He had made me look like someone who routinely carried out intellectual conversations while guzzling down soju-enforced beer. With all the approval he was pushing onto me, I could begin to notice Jane’s interest spilling off him and onto me…

She held a coy smile on her face as I talked, and she even threw in a few of her own questions. By the end of the meal, before we were too tipsy, we were talking about our personal introspections on the mysteries of the mind and universe.

We had charmed her intellectually. Now it was time to entice her physically.

Club Hybrid was a hotspot of Itaewon, the kind of place people heard stories about more often than they visited. The massive dancefloor was packed, the people were dressed elegantly, and the drinks were expensive. Julian had slipped me some cash during the walk and insisted I buy the first couple rounds of martinis, to make me look like a high roller.

We began dancing as three separate individuals, but two songs later Jane was beginning to drift into Julian’s space. She wanted his attention, his physical vibes. But he pulled another trick out of his sleeve to make the night work out. He pretended to be a terrible dancer. He acted goofy and off-rhythm, swaying his large hips erratically while his hands resembled something of the disco era. Jane couldn’t dance with him for more than ten seconds without laughing at him, and he responded with a look of discouragement painted on his face. When he had the chance, he shot me a piercing glare and nodded his head, urging me to move up to her from behind.

I didn’t go through all this only to be a timid guy. Those few months when I had tried to pick up drumming as a teenager were about to pay off. I may have been a nerd, but I had some rhythm in my blood. When I made the first bit of contact, my hand touching her elbow, she turned into me and touched her thighs against mine. Our hands touched and we locked into a rhythm with each other. I was purely shocked. And so delighted.

Julian was officially a genius.

With Jane taking up a physical interest in me, Julian stopped devaluing himself in front of her. He and I became two pong paddles bouncing her between us on the dancefloor, and with each passing, we drew closer to each other, until her body was pressed firmly between us and we danced almost as one lust-filled soul. She must have been considering it then, that she could allow the night to end with the three of us entwined like this, but in a bed rather than a dance floor.

Several others on the dancefloor also seemed to be thinking of this, and through the flashing lights we noticed them gawking at us. Jane broke out of our grasp and moved to dance on the edge of the crowd. We had pushed her too hard, too soon. And when we tried to resume dancing close to her, she gravitated back to Julian, forgetting about me. I couldn’t compete with this man on any dancefloor even if he wanted me to win. His sexually charged body sent pheromones flowing across half the club and attracted every woman in sight of him, and because he genuinely didn’t care for their attention they found him all the more desirable.

In a moment, he slipped away from the dancefloor completely, leaving us unaware of his whereabouts. Jane and I danced together again, but without her enthusiasm or any sensuality. Our intensity was lost, and the most we touched was hand-to-hand. After a while I checked my phone and saw that it had buzzed in my pocket a few songs ago, unnoticeable in the vibrancy of the dancefloor.

Julian: Take her on a walk and show her something.

Tim: Show her what?

Julian: Anything! You need a moment alone.

Jane, seeing me on my phone, shouted a question to me that only came out as a senseless muffle.

“Come on,” I said back, grabbing her hand and walking for the exit.

She realized where I was headed and recoiled, again asking something about Julian.

I put my mouth right next to her ear. “I need to show you something. We’ll be back.”

She seemed stuck in contemplation. I was like a chimpanzee in the wild trying to coax his mate away from the pack, into an excursion up an unfamiliar mountain. Did she trust me enough to come along?

“Come on,” I said again, with a gentle smile.

She relented, and we exited to the tranquility of the streets, where we actually did walk up a slight hill, back toward the main activity of Itaewon. “Where are we going?” she immediately asked.

“I’m gonna show you something.”

“Show me what?”

“You’ll see,” I said, making every effort to mask my nerves. There was nothing to show her. We would wrap back around to the main street, an area with nothing new to either of us, and I’d have to admit that I was lying. She would scoff at me—just another guy desperate to impress her but nothing to deliver—then ask again where Julian was.

As she asked me what the texts on my phone were, and I made up lies about how Julian ran into someone he knew but would meetup with us again, my mind raced for ideas on what to show her. Was Julian actually insane? No man was smooth enough to take this girl on an impromptu walk and wow her with some kind of secret knowledge about a special view or object—I didn’t even know this area very well.

The night was surely about to implode on itself. After another minute we rounded the top of the slope—not one with anything interesting at the top—and Jane stopped walking. “We’re getting pretty far…can you just tell me what it is? I don’t want to abandon Julian.”

I half turned to her, my head in a slump, ready to speak of my shame through the corner of my mouth. In front of me was one of the typical sock vendors that exist all over the streets of Korea, a booth six feet long with socks of every color imaginable, all lit up by a single light and with a salesman sure to pop out from behind at any second. There were also varieties that showed off popular characters and brands. My favorite pair depicted Mario, the well-known Nintendo character, and before admitting anything to Jane, I had a thought directed for that Italian plumber’s brightly smiling face: What would you tell her, Mario, if this were your precious Princess Peach?

“Mario,” I mumbled, suddenly committing to this track rather than admitting defeat. I looked at Jane, struggling not to laugh at my own stupidity. “Have you ever seen these Mario socks?”

She stepped up, studied them a moment, then pulled a pair off the rack. “No, I haven’t actually,” she said, with a hint of amusement. “This is what you had to show me?”

“Yeah. Aren’t they awesome?”

She looked at me—not casually; she glared at me with her gorgeous, pearly green eyes, searching for any sign of phoniness or nervousness. But I held firm. This moment was all about maintaining my confidence, my conviction that Mario socks were cool as hell and worth pulling her a quarter-mile away from the club to show her.

She burst into laughter, a good kind of laughter. “You’re such an interesting guy, Tim. Alright, I’ll admit they’re pretty cool. You know what? I’ll buy a pair.”

“What? Wait. You can’t buy those. I already have a pair of those.”

“Oh, we can’t both have them?”

“Of course not,” I paused. “You can buy the Peach socks.” And I handed her a pair from the next rack over, depicting Mario’s love.

She laughed more so. “Alright. I’ll get the Peach socks. Oh! Let’s wear them to work at the same time.”

“Deal!”

It was working…

If the night went through the way Julian had promised, I would owe him some intense sexual favors! But for now, I tried not to think about that. In this moment, my instincts drove me to do something that would convince her I was her Mario for the night—not Luigi. So I grabbed her by the wrists and swayed toward her. She lightly gasped, but didn’t draw back. We kissed for a brief moment. She seemed to hum in delight, but then pulled back and looked at me nervously.

“Ugh, sorry, this night has been so strange. It’s like—I thought I liked Julian, but he’s been kinda weird all night, hasn’t he? And now we’re kissing each other. And I—I don’t know, Tim. We work together.”

“Hey, first of all, Julian’s not weird. He’s an awesome guy.”

“Yeah, I guess…”

My kiss was backfiring. Her mood was further from anything sexual than it had been all night. She wanted retreat to her apartment, jump on a phone call with her best friend back home, and chat about this night for two hours. I didn’t know what else to say, and while she was paying for the socks, I slipped Julian a text message.

Tim: We’re up the hill from the club. Get up here fast!

He did as I asked. As I spewed a bunch of lame phrases in attempt to comfort Jane, he appeared like a savior, lit up by his own personal streetlight, arms spread wide and with a drunken smile across his face. “Hey! Let’s keep the party going!” He bolted up the hill with a newfound energy. “You ready to hit another club?”

“I don’t know Julian, I’m feeling—”

“Hey,” he interrupted Jane, “by the way, you’re an incredible dancer. You were the most stunning woman in there by far.”

“Oh.”

“Wasn’t she, Tim?” His voice was loud and his eyes wide with excitement, like he had drained three Redbulls with Vodka in the few minutes we had parted from him. “Simply amazing. I’m so fortunate to know a beautiful woman like this.” He grabbed her shoulders and lightly massaged them.

Jane let herself fall into his arms, smiling. “Thanks.”

“And you,” he pointed at me. “Smooth as well. This night has been awesome so far. Where are we off to next? Oh, I know. Have you seen Han River at night? You have to see Banpo Bridge. It’s the one with the light show and the tunnel of water shooting off the side.”

Jane agreed to go there, since it was within walking distance and a tourist destination many had heard of. As we walked, Julian did most of the talking, pumping up Jane’s mood, even getting a bit flirty with me. His sudden rise in enthusiasm wasn’t lost on me. Now that we had all kindled a fondness for each other, he was smothering Jane with positivity, so that she was subtly thinking, This is okay—just go with it; be with them both if you want to.

The Banpo Bridge, with its display of deep red, purple, and blue lights illuminating streams of water pouring out from its side, transformed our night from exciting to spectacular. I still didn’t want to develop any expectations, but a few inevitably surfaced in my mind, inviting my dick to stretch out and explore its space, encouraging me to wrap my hand around Jane’s waist and graze Julian’s arms with my fingertips. On the other side of the bridge the boundaries between us blurred together. We walked with our hips attached to each other, our colognes and perfume meshing as one alluring scent, lost in chatty laughter, Julian constantly ensuring us the night was vivid and young.

Gangnam is the most lavish neighborhood in the city, where Lamborghinis and Ferraris zip up the streets as commonly as Hondas. Unless we were willing to spend 50 dollars to enter a club, there was nothing for us to do here other than casually keep walking, allow Julian tell us about his luxurious hotel room, the breathtaking view from his balcony.

“And if you come up, I’ll make you empanadas. They are a delicious dumpling made in my home country.” Jane agreed that she could resist such an offer.

He whisked us into a cab, as we were too eager to walk there, then up 10 flights of the most ritzy hotel I had ever stepped foot in. The living room, decorated with a few exotic plants and outlandish paintings, was conjoined with a full kitchen, complete with marble counters. Behind two wooden doors I assumed was his bedroom.

The fresh batch of dumplings, of course, never happened. Instead we settled for snacking on his leftovers and drinking coffee on the couch. With our shoes and jackets off, we moved like liquid about the room, never quite settling into one arrangement. For a while we were crammed into the small space of the couch, talking about the night, or work, or the people we knew. Then Julian went back to the kitchen and turned on some sensual electronica music from his laptop. He turned off the kitchen light, leaving us with only one lamp glowing against the amber walls in the corner of the room, and he told Jane to show him her dance moves one last time. She declined, saying she was tired and this music was too slow. But it was the perfect pace, Julian maintained, and he asked me to dance with him, just to show her how wrong she was. So I went to dance in a slow groove with him, hoping we could send a spell throughout the room that would set off her wildest fantasies. We didn’t touch, only pretended to push our boundaries with each other. I wondered if this was the moment the seduction was to begin, but I couldn’t know. Julian stared intensely at Jane, studying every tick of her reaction to us playing with each other. He could gather from her every barrier that needed to be broken, how deeply she wanted to see two men be intimate with each other, or if she expected them only to pleasure her. Something about her slight smile and a sarcastic remark about our bathhouse experience made him decide to break up the moment, and he went to refill his coffee mug.

He went to Jane’s side of the couch and sat on the armrest, towering over her, where he offered her the last dumpling and fed it to her, then brushed her hair with his clean hand. “I want my guests to feel comfortable,” he said. “Let me see this in your bag; what did you buy?” He pulled out the socks she had bought and insisted she try them on. This turned into him massaging her feet through clean, soft fabric.

The urge to crack a joke popped into my mind, but I stopped myself from speaking. I needed to let this tension build, for us to wade around in it, let it wind up tight enough for us to pluck out a melody of lovemaking from it. Jane delighted in her foot rub and relaxed her head, her eyes closed. “I definitely am feeling tense all over,” she said.

Did that mean I should touch her too, on the shoulders? Julian gave me the nod to go toward her. So pushed past my reservation and wedged my hands under her neck, giving her a soft grip at first. She hummed her approval, and I tightened my fingers around her.

“Oh, this is wonderful,” she said. “All these hands for me.”

A pale fire stirred up in the back of my head, and my blood began to surge below my waist. I was glad we had switched to caffeine over alcohol, as every crisp detail of the smoothness of her shoulders, the fragrance in her hair, rang out loudly to my senses, while a force of adrenaline helped my spirit creep out of my skin and begin to entwine with hers. As I moved my hands lower on her back and occasionally her sides, I noticed Julian remained at her feet, stealing his chance to grope my claves and thighs when she didn’t notice. I was being too passive in our seduction. The chemistry between us seemed to constantly pull the focus from any two of us onto the third, as I had used Julian to get to Jane, and he was using her to get to me, and soon she would use me to get to him…

I shoved the complications out of my mind and played off instinct, turning our focus onto Julian. “We want to do everything necessary to please you,” I said to Jane, as I rose to stand in front of her and put an arm around Julian. She opened her eyes to see us standing comfortably near each other. She hesitated to say anything, seeming clueless about what we really wanted. “Have you ever imagined watching two men scrub each other’s backs in a jimjilbang?” I asked.

She smirked slightly. “No.”

“Have you ever wanted to watch gay porn?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “You mean, have I ever wanted to watch two men have sex?”

“Yeah.”

“No…” she said with curiosity lingering in her tone and on her face.

I was rubbing Julian around the torso, and he was slowly untucking my shirt. “Don’t you think a man would look great to you, if he had a dick in his mouth?”

A singular laugh squeaked out of her. “You two aren’t going to do that.”

“Oh yes we are.” As I said this, Julian unclasped my belt. He kicked the coffee table back a few feet back to allow us space for presenting the cock. In an instant he was on his knees, taking all of my semi-erect cock in his mouth. Even though I had been with Julian the week before, I had yet to ever have a man give me oral.

Everything about this was unfamiliar and unstable to me. Jane’s mouth hung open, her eyes glaring, seeming mostly in shock. My heart raced, my body under so much nervous pressure that my dick stagnated. She remained sitting completely still, scrutinizing every muscle in my face, and especially the fullness of my cock, searching again for my confidence and conviction to this moment. If she didn’t believe me, she was going to rise off the couch and suggest she go find a cab home.

I locked eyes with her. Finally I let my fantasies for the night run wild—Jane on the bed, on all fours, devouring a cock while one of us thrust into her from behind—me thrusting into Jane while Julian did the same to me…all of it was going to happen.

My cock quickly surged up to its fullest, and Julian and I locked hands. Jane’s mouth still hung open but tightened to an excited smile. She relaxed her neck muscles and began to rub her breasts and thighs. “Oh, my boys are kinky tonight.”

I reached out to touch her knee, inviting her to join us.

But she inched back. “Keep going. That’s so hot,” she assured us. For the moment, she wanted a show. So we gave her the best we could offer.

As he sucked the entire length of my throbbing cock, toying with my balls and gripping my ass, we stripped each other out of our clothing, piece by piece. When we stood before her completely naked, I got behind Julian and gripped the thick sleeve of his cock, turned his shaft almost completely vertical, and rolled it up and down, sending him into an ecstatic moan.

Jane nudged the hem of her dress up her thighs and, without revealing herself, slipped her panties down her thighs, then laid them carefully beside her. The small garment’s blue color matched her dress exactly, except for the dark spot of wetness all over the front patch. Immediately she pulled the hem back down, showing admirable self-control, and she urged us to continue while she let a hand hover over her crotch, pressing into her vulva through the fabric, soon to create another dark spot on her clothes.

The balance of our chemistry had flourished into a beautiful, erotic reaction that was going to ring through my memory for years to come.

We seemed to go on like this for too long, Jane remaining a spectator and me trying to break her resistance with our display. I could offer one final move before going after her on the couch, so I dropped to my knees and shoved Julian’s manhood in my mouth, unsure of how to go forth but committing fully. Even with my lack of technique, he moaned constantly. Throughout that moment, my cock never lost a drop of blood.

I enjoyed the exotic, taboo sense of pleasuring a man, but my body burned for the touch of that beautiful goddess sitting less than a meter away from me. Waiting any longer was beyond debate. “Come on,” I told her.

But she bit her lip and playfully protested, then clenched each of her breasts firmly. She tightened her legs up, squirming a bit, like she was fighting her willpower to remain away from us. So I crawled before her, took a full moment to adore her golden calves and thighs, and inched back the hem of her skirt. She brought her hands against mine as if to protest again, but this was to play up her final moment of relenting to our manly desires. Her vulva, much like her hands and chin, had a feminine plump to it that I began to revel in with the tip of my tongue. Her scent was divine. And when I began to pressure my lips onto her labia, sucking rapidly, she gave the first gasp of pleasure.

Julian’s arms swooped over me and finished stripping Jane. The moment had arrived; the three of us were totally bare—except for Jane wearing pearl earrings. From there, we moved like bumble bees about the room. The distinct tones of our flesh began to blend, as we painted our lust out into the loose, blurry fabric of time. Julian and I spread our mouths across Jane’s body as she remained splayed across the couch. They rose up and put their mouths on each side of my dripping cock. Jane and I did the same for Julian. And Jane impressed me most when I stood up and she pressed both our cocks together and shoved them into her mouth. We became most intimate when I edged her onto the arm of the couch and we kissed; my fingers dug into her hot pussy, and she moaned with delight. Every detail of her movement—the way she tilted her head or tugged on my fingers—echoed that delight back into me. Julian grabbed one of her legs and penetrated her first, there on the couch, but when she slid off the armrest, he picked her up and swung her body into the center of the room and fucked her on the coffee table, where her head was in position to suck me off at the same time.

The beat of the music picked up. The heat of the room rose. Our skin gathered moisture all around. I had two perfectly sculpted humans, a full range of everything good about human anatomy given to me, and I loved all of it.

Julian took us into the bedroom for us to have our orgasms upon the bed’s plush white comforter. Jane crawled onto the center of it, on all fours, and hiked her ass up for me. My first entry to her went with ease; his fat cock had warmed her up quite well. She had a great depth that I could fuck with vigor, while her soft flesh sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body—Julian behind, massaging my shoulders, creating revolution in my head. Cushy, floral femininity before me. Firm, powerful masculinity pressing into me.

His fingers began exploring the rim of my ass. I touched my hand to his thigh, to encourage his effort, and he applied some kind of oil, so that he could press his cock into me gracefully. He distracted me from thrusting into Jane, and she took this as her cue to flip onto her backside, so that I could fuck her between her wonderful thighs while sucking on her nipples. When his cock reached fully into me, we began weaving our harmony, our brightest note to ring out in the illuminated, electric July night, our souls engulfed by the wondrous world of Seoul.

He leaned into me and joined his hands to mine, kneading her lovely breasts. She entangled her arms with ours. Her pussy welled up, and a long moan signaled her orgasm. In response came mine, a beautiful moment for our hot liquid to flow together. Sometime along the way I noticed his hot liquid flowing out of me, as we slowed down, wishing we didn’t have to give in and end.

We could have gone on for hours, if we were mythic, immortal beings. But we were simply Jane, Julian and Tim, drifting back into the still plainness of the room, first with single words expressing our amazement, then with light talk and laughter. We fought against our exhaustion and entered Julian’s shower, full of playfulness, then returned wrapped in towels, the robe given to Jane, and eventually wrapped ourselves in each other again, under the covers of the bed, in the safety of knowing this summer had plenty of days left to tick away—a time for us to know and love each other furthermore. I loved my life then. Whatever opportunity came before me next, I was going to plunge into it relentlessly, without fear or shame.