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“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

Melissa awoke and stretched, the bed sheet falling to expose one lovely breast.

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Melissa yawned, trying to clear her head. Then she covered her eyes and groaned.

“Oh no. What did we do?”

I touched her arm. “We got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say. Letting you sleep with my best friend, letting her watch us... what were we thinking?”

Melissa groaned again. “And she left? That’s bad. She’s probably so embarrassed.”

“Somehow I don’t think Susan gets embarrassed that easily.”

“Oh, you don’t know her. We’ve been friends forever. She’s outgoing, but she’s no slut.”

“I didn’t mean she was. We all just got... carried away, like you said. So should we talk to her?”

“It’s better if I talk to her first. Alone.”

“If you say so,” I said, “But Melissa, how are YOU feeling about it?”

Melissa stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I should be horrified, right? But I think I’m okay. I never thought we’d ever do anything like that, but it went so naturally. It seemed right.”

When I first met Melissa, she was shy and guilt-ridden. Her strict parents had poisoned her mind against men and all things sexual. But Melissa had read, learned and had found her own morals for life. She fought the shame and fear instilled by her upbringing and through sheer determination, Melissa had pushed her boundaries and grown.

I supported her where I could and challenged her when she needed it. Her strength astonished me as did her growing lust. As Melissa freed herself from guilt and shame, she developed into the most loving, lust-filled woman I’d ever known, and I was the lucky target of her passion and curiosity.

I said, “I thought you’d need a lot more time to think about what we did?”

“I thought about it last night... after you and Susan fucked the second time.”

“You were awake? Uh, I was going to tell you about that...”

“I know. You screwed her a second time.”

“Actually, it was more like she screwed me. When I woke up Susan was already on top of me.”

“And I bet you fought really hard to push her off too,” said Melissa, nudging me.

“I... at first I thought it was you! Honestly. I couldn’t see anything, and you wake me up like that often enough.”

“You thought it was me? Oh, that’s so sweet! But then you realized it was Susan and...”

“And I couldn’t stop her. I... didn’t really want to, either. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I mean, I practically pushed you on her the first time. I think that means you had permission last night.”

“So you just lay there and let us do it?”

“Uh huh. Pretty hard to sleep with you two shaking the bed and moaning. And well... it turned me on.”

“Oh, did it?”

Melissa blushed. “Yeah. Don’t know why, but the thought of you making Susan feel as good as you make me feel... it’s exciting. And last night was special. She hadn’t been with anyone for so long. And she has a little crush on you, you know. I’m glad we made her happy.”

“Happy’s not exactly the word I’d use. So what does this mean?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you’re okay with me sleeping with other women now? I can hit the bars and sleep with anyone I want?”

Melissa wrinkled her nose. “Gross! No, of course not.”

“Then what, Melissa?”

She considered. “Well, Susan’s my best friend. You’re my boyfriend. Last night was just between us.”

“So if I slept with anyone else...”

“I’d cut off your nuts and leave you to bleed out on the bed..”

“Melissa!”

“I’m not sharing you with just anyone. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Susan... well, we’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we just went too far. But it’s not like it will ever happen again. She just needed some attention.”

“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend Ralph who’s always wanted to screw you...”

Melissa gasped. “I’m not sleeping with any of your friends!”

“Good. And I don’t want you to. So we’re clear: you were okay ‘sharing’ me with your best friend, but I’m not okay sharing you at all. You’re mine, okay?”

“Okay,” said Melissa, and kissed me. “I want to be yours. I don’t need anyone else. Besides, it was just one night. Oh! I’d better call her.”

Melissa found her phone. “She’s not answering. And she’s offline. Oh! We slept in. I’ll be late for yoga. I’ll talk to Susan there.”

“You never told me Susan was in your yoga class.”

“It took a lot of persuading, but I got her to sign up. Look, why don’t you go home? Clean up, get a change of clothes. Can you come back later for dinner?”

I hugged her. “Of course. It’s Saturday. Where else would I be but with you?”

~~~~

As I walked to my apartment building, my thoughts were on Susan. The first time I saw her, I wanted her, but she had that effect on everyone: a tall blonde with almost supermodel looks. Someone like her could never be interested in an ordinary guy like me. Plus she was so outspoken and loved to party... my quiet ways would bore her to death.

How wrong I was. Susan admitted she would have given me a chance, I could hardly believe it. She seemed to have developed a thing for me since Melissa had been telling her everything we did. Images from last night filled my head: Susan getting naked with us, showering with us, watching me with Melissa, letting me eat her and fuck her... it was all I could think about.

When I walked into the lobby of my apartment building, Susan was waiting.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “What’s up? How did you know where I live?”

“Melissa’s pointed out your building to me once or twice. And your name’s on the directory. Can we talk?”

We rode the elevator in silence. Susan avoided my eyes.

Letting her inside, I said, “I’d apologize for the mess, but it’s always like this.”

Susan looked at the mess. “Guys are all alike. You all need a maid. Or a mother.”

“Susan, have you talked to Melissa? You just disappeared this morning. She’s worried. She was going to meet you at yoga.”

“Oh, yoga. I forgot. Why do I let her talk me into those things?”

Susan looked at her phone. “Yeah, she’s left, like, a million messages.” She started sifting through the texts and voice mail.

“Look, call her. She’s probably not at her class yet. I need to grab a shower... I still haven’t cleaned up from last night. Make yourself at home, okay?”

Susan nodded as she thumbed Melissa’s number.

In the shower, I tried to think. What was Susan doing here? Why did she just leave Melissa’s place without a goodbye?

The shower curtain opened and a very naked Susan stepped inside.

“Susan? What the hell?”

She put her arms around me. “Melissa didn’t answer. I haven’t had time to clean up either. Wash my back?” She smiled mischievously.

Last night, the shower with Melissa and Susan was playful and erotic. This time it was just awkward. I soaped her up, unsure and hesitant. When she closed her eyes to rinse, I admired every inch of her body.

Susan cleaned me and spent a few moments fondling me with soapy hands while she watched my face. My body didn’t react. It felt wrong. It felt forced.

We dried off, but when I went to find clothes, Susan stopped me.

“Can we just stay naked for now? I really liked it last night Like you said, it makes being open a lot easier, somehow.”

“Uh, sure, Susan. You know I’m comfortable with it. If you are.”

Naked, she led me back to the living room. We sat on the couch.

Susan said, “So, anyway, about last night...”

I interrupted. “Melissa said says she’s fine with everything that happened.”

“Are you sure? I was certain she’d need emergency therapy.”

“Yeah, I was worried too. But she doesn’t freak out about sex anymore. She said last night was a special thing just between the three of us.”

Susan said, “She’s come a long way. You really saved her, you know.”

“Melissa saved herself. I just let her be who she needed to be, without judgment. And maybe encouraged her a little.”

Susan hugged me and looked into my eyes. Her expression was strange. Scared.

To break the awkwardness, I asked, “So how do YOU feel about last night’s antics? Don’t tell me you’ve done a threesome before.”

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

Susan was silent, and then she said, “When I woke up you two were all cuddled up together. I felt awkward, and I wasn’t sure whether Melissa would freak out. So I slipped out.”

“So, no regrets?”

“Uh, I dunno. Maybe.” She paused. “I’m not on the pill.”

I just stared. “What?”

“I haven’t had a steady guy for a while. So I stopped taking it. It gives me trouble.”

“But last night... I came in you. Twice!”

“I know! I tried to say something... tried to stop you, but then you were in me and it had been so long. You were so good, and it was so naughty... doing it with Melissa like that. With her boyfriend. I planned to just let you do it for a while then get you to pull out, but when we really got going, well, I wasn’t exactly thinking. Later, I woke up and you were all naked and warm beside me and... well, you know. I don’t think I was even fully awake that second time.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You should have said something. I could have stopped. But, I wasn’t thinking clearly either. When you let me... well, it was a dream come true.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve fantasized about you for a long time. But last night, I never asked you if it was okay... you know... to come in you. I should have made sure. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.”

We hugged. Susan rested her head against my shoulder.

I smoothed her back. “Anyway, shouldn’t we find a drugstore?”

“That Plan B or whatever?” said Susan. “That’s the thing. I can’t. I took it once, and it made me sick as hell. The doctor said that might be why I always had such trouble with the pill. The same stuff is in both, only more.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably okay. When Melissa and I did it when we were camping it turned out okay. It was just the right time in her cycle. We got lucky.”

We used my phone to find an ovulation calculator and entered Susan’s details.

“Oh, damn it,” she said. “If this is right, I’m ovulating today. The worst possible time. Guess that’s why I was so horny, huh?”

I put an arm around her. “It’ll be all right.”

“Bullshit! I can’t have a kid. I can barely take care of myself. And my job...”

I said, “It was both our fault. You’re not alone. If it happens, and whatever you decide, Susan, I’m with you, okay?”

She looked at me with derision. “You’re going to ‘do the honorable thing’? It’s not the 1950s, you know. A woman can take care of herself.”

“Of course. I just mean I’m not going to take off on you. I’ll do everything I can.” I smiled, “You know.... paint the baby’s room, fetch you pickles and ice cream, feed you ice chips during the delivery...”

Susan gasped and shoved me away. “You total asshole! That’s not funny!” But she smiled a little.

“I’m serious, though. I’m with you through this. We have to tell Melissa.”

Susan said, “No way. If she finds out I fucked you without protection, she’ll kill me then fret herself catatonic. You know how she is. She doesn’t need to worry along with us.”

“It’s not right to keep this from her. But yeah... it would completely stress her out. I guess we can wait until we’re sure.”

Susan hugged me for a long time. She pulled back to look at me with damp eyes. “It would be better if you were an asshole, you know. Then I could get mad. I meet the only good guy in the entire city, and I give him away to Melissa.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but let’s be real. I’m nothing much. I’m not rich, and only slightly handsome...”

Susan made a face.

“...So what’s the big deal? You’re gorgeous. You can have any guy you want.”

“Yeah, and you know how well that’s worked out for me. Mel told me everything you’ve done for her. I mean, she’s so happy now that she’s with you! It’s hard not to be jealous.” Susan leaned in and kissed me. “You transformed her, you know. Maybe you could transform me.”

I said, “If you’re pregnant, you’ll be transformed all right.”

Susan pulled me close, her warm breasts pressing into me. “So you fantasized about me, huh?”

“Uh, of course, Susan. You’re beautiful. Fun. A little wild. You’re completely sexy. You know that.”

“I really liked last night, you know. Being with you. And I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Or so many times.”

Susan guided my hand to her breast and kissed me. Soon we were running our hands over each other, and she pulled me down until I was lying on her on the couch. She spread her legs and I could feel her folds wet against my dick.

“Fuck me again,” she said, an eager, hopeful look in her eyes. “Hard. Just don’t come in me, okay?”

She was so brash, so sexy. My heart was pounding at the thought of taking her again. Melissa would be disappointed she wasn’t there to watch us, I thought. It got her so hot the previous night. Maybe I should call her so she can come over.

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was soft.

She stroked me a few times and rubbed me along her wet slit, but there was no response.

I couldn’t believe it. Beautiful Susan, alone in my apartment, eager for me to fuck her and I wasn’t hard?

With a wry smile, she said, “Did I wear you out last night?”

I rolled off her. “No. Just give me a minute.”

Without a word, Susan scooted down and began licking me, all around the head and occasionally sucking me into her mouth, all while keeping eye contact. She alternated between stroking my soft member, licking the head then caressing my balls.

That should have been more than enough. The sight of her working away, looking up with that mischievous expression, eager to get me hard should have caused a powerful reaction. Instead—nothing.

It occurred to me then that maybe Melissa wouldn’t be okay with what we were doing.

I stroked Susan’s head and pushed her off me. “Let’s stop this, Susan.”

Frustrated, she went back to working on me. She was skilled and knew all the tricks that would normally get any man hard in minutes, but it wasn’t working.

She stopped and rested her head on my thigh. She said, “Didn’t that feel good?”

“It felt wonderful, but I don’t know... this doesn’t seem right.”

Susan was quiet for a moment. “Were you thinking of Melissa just now?”

I said, “Well, sure. But I always think of Melissa.”

Susan considered that. “Always think of her, huh?”

We sat up.

“I wonder,” she said, idly reaching over to fondle me. “Did you ever consider you’re in love?”

“Huh? I like you, Susan, but I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“Oh for...” She whacked me. “Guys are so clueless. Not with me! With Melissa.”

Shocked, I said, “What? I mean, Melissa’s wonderful, but it’s way too soon for anything like that... isn’t it?”

“Is it? I’ve seen how you two are together. Picture this: what if Melissa was here right now, beside us like last night, naked, her hand guiding you into me, asking you to fuck me, and holding my hand while she watched us fuck each other like animals?”

More images from last night returned. It was so exciting having Melissa watch, not just accepting me fucking her best friend, but actively encouraging us. I started getting hard.

Susan noticed. “Ah... someone likes having threesomes with his girlfriend. Naughty boy! So if she was here, you’d be fine. I think even if you just had her permission to be with me, you’d be okay. But you can’t go behind Melissa’s back, can you? Because it might hurt her. And you can’t hurt someone you love.”

I thought about that. It was all new. I’d never been in love. I didn’t know the first thing about it.

Susan said, “We were so good together last night. We had a real connection, didn’t we? I came here thinking that maybe you might like to be with me instead of Melissa. Especially if... you know, you’ve knocked me up.”

“Uh...”

She sighed. “I guess I was only thinking about myself again. I should have seen it... it’s obvious now.” She forced a smile. “You’re right. We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry for tempting you.” She took a breath and stood. “I’d better get home. And you, big guy, need to get back to Melissa. And tell her you love her. Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

As I sat there and thought while Susan dressed. She kissed me gently and let herself out.

~~~~

It was getting dark when I returned to Melissa’s apartment.

“Why are you dressed?” I said when I walked in.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited Susan over to eat with us again. I think we all should talk together.”

“Oh, so you... talked to her? What did she say?”

“Not much. She wasn’t at yoga, but I got hold of her later. She says she’s fine with what we did... she was more worried about me. But something’s wrong. I could hear it.”

So Susan had not told Melissa about our afternoon together, or about her possibly being pregnant. I decided that even if Susan didn’t want to, we had to tell Melissa.

When Susan arrived, she said, “What’s this? You’re not running around naked?”

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Susan grimaced. “Guys, it’s your place. You kids like prancing around in the buff, go ahead... it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead, guys. Besides, I’ve started to enjoy it.”

I looked at Melissa and she shrugged, so I moved behind her. Kissing her neck, I pulled off her top, then kissed and nibbled her exposed shoulders. I held her breasts when I released her bra. Freeing her from her jeans, I stroked her tummy and squeezed her bum, then just wrapped my arms around her from behind, enjoying the feel of her. When it was her turn, Melissa gave me a similar treatment undressing me.

When we were both naked, we glanced at Susan. She had a wistful expression.

“Does he always undress you like that?” she said.

Melissa stroked my cheek. “Most of the time. Sometimes I get dressed just so he can undress me again.”

Susan said, “You... uh, is it all right if I get naked too?”

“If you’re okay with it, go ahead,” said Melissa.

“Can... can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smirked and nodded.

I stepped behind Susan and began stripping her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly removing one thing at a time. When I crouched to lower her pants, I kissed her flat tummy that, for all we knew, held the beginnings of our child. The thought was frightening but exciting too.

When I stood up, Susan hugged me, resting her head on me. Her warm body and breasts caused me to stir.

We dimmed the lights and lit candles to make Susan more comfortable, and sat, ate and chatted.

Susan seemed nervous, but I felt sick. I couldn’t stand it. Looking over at Susan I said “Melissa, there might be a problem about last night...”

I told her about Susan’s visit that afternoon and the chance she might be pregnant. Melissa listened in stony silence.

When I finished, Melissa fixed Susan with a cold stare. “You let him fuck you without protection. Then went to see him. Behind my back. And tried to fuck him again?”

Susan looked stricken. “It wasn’t exactly like that... I wasn’t...” She trailed off, searching for a response.

The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.

Susan said, “It was so good last night. There was a spark there... with him. I’m sure there was. I thought... look, I don’t know. When there’s magic with a guy, I go after him. You know me. I was excited. I didn’t even think about you. It was selfish, I know.”

Melissa turned her attention to me. Her mouth was tight. “And you? What the hell were you thinking?

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess I wasn’t. But we didn’t do anything.”

“You sure tried, said Melissa. She paused, and then stood up, gathered my clothes and Susan’s into her arms in one big bundle, opened her apartment door and tossed it all into the hallway.

“Get out,” she said calmly.

“Melissa, let’s talk about...”

“BOTH OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!”

Susan started crying and ran out to gather her clothes. Melissa shoved me outside and slammed the door, bolting it behind us.

Susan knocked and tried the doorknob. “Melissa! Come on!”

From behind the door, Melissa said, “Go away! Go fuck your new boyfriend.”

Susan and I scrambled to pull on our clothes. Luckily, none of Melissa’s neighbors were around. I heard Melissa crying and stomp to her bedroom.

We knocked and pleaded, but Melissa ignored us.

Susan dried her eyes. “So, ‘new boyfriend’... your place or mine?”

~~~~

We were devastated we had hurt Melissa. We needed a plan. My apartment was close, so we went there to think what to do.

When I got in the door, I automatically stripped off my clothes, before it occurred to me to leave them on. Susan hesitated then stripped too. Oh well.

We sat beside each other, staring at the floor.

“I always fuck things up,” she sniffled. “What are we going to do?”

We talked, thinking how to apologize, how to undo the damage and regain Melissa’s trust. I began to understand why threesomes rarely worked.

Susan cried a little more so I held her. Her warm breasts against me felt wonderful as always.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

I looked at her, incredulous. “You have got to be kidding.”

“Just to cuddle! That’s all. I don’t want to be alone after all this. Tomorrow we can go see Melissa and patch things up.”

Sleeping with Susan in my own bed sounded wonderful. It also sounded like another betrayal. I doubted we could stop at cuddling.

Before I could refuse, there was tapping at my door. Melissa let herself in with the key I had given her weeks before.

When she saw us together on the couch, she said, “Returned to the scene of the crime, huh?”

I went to her. “How’d you know we’d be here?”

“I know you. And I know Susan. Of course you’d go to your place to talk.”

I said, “And that’s all we were doing, Melissa.”

“I know. Is it okay if I join you?”

Melissa stripped off her clothes and pulled us into a three-way hug.

“I’m sorry I blew up, guys,” she said. “That was childish.”

Susan’s eyes were damp. “I’m sorry too, Mel. I didn’t mean to...”

Melissa shushed her and turned to me. “Can I borrow your bedroom? I need to yell at Susan in private for a while.”

“This involves me too, Melissa.”

“I don’t blame you... as much. Just wait here, okay?”

Melissa pulled Susan down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door.

I figured it was best for them to have it out in private. They had been friends a long time, and I had confidence in Melissa. Her parents had poisonous beliefs about sex, but to their credit, they also believed in forgiveness and practiced it. Melissa had inherited that trait.

I listened to Melissa yell at Susan from behind the bedroom door. That was followed by mutual sobs and then low murmurs. Finally, I heard a few giggles.

When all was quiet, I knocked on the door.

Melissa stepped out. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “She’ll be okay.” Susan sat on the edge of the bed, huddled with arms crossed over her knees.

Melissa and I returned to the living room.

“She’s okay?” I asked. “How are you, Melissa?”

She shrugged and nodded. “Am I okay that she might have let my boyfriend impregnate her? No, I’m still a little pissed off about that. And you! What the hell were you thinking this afternoon?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I feel terrible. At first, I was excited... like a continuation of last night. I thought how much you’d want to watch us, then it registered we shouldn’t have been doing anything without you. I’m sorry.”

Melissa shook her head. “Guys... always thinking with their little head first.” She looked at me slyly and then said, “She told me you couldn’t get it up for her.”

“Oh, great,” I groaned.

“Because you were worried I’d be hurt.” She pecked my cheek. “Still, don’t ever do that again.”

I nodded. Melissa was a wonder. A weaker woman would have thrown me and Susan out and never talked to us again. I hugged her tight.

“So, are you and Susan okay now?”

“I’m not happy, but I can forgive her.”

“Seriously?”

She sighed. “Well, we can’t blame her for last night, can we? I mean, I urged you on her. Even put you inside her. I was so excited, I didn’t even ask if it was okay. She should have stopped us, but I remember the first time we went camping. We were just as weak then as she was last night.”

I forced a smile.

Melissa took my hand. “Listen... Susan’s parent split up when she was little. It was ugly, and life for her was... chaotic... for a long time. Her mom moved a lot. Lots of money problems. I think that’s part of why she keeps running off with rich guys. She wants to be secure, not have to worry.”

“I had no idea, Melissa.”

“So, she gets a little needy. But that’s fine. I like being there for her. And she’s always been there for me. Always. But right now she’s terrified to wind up a single mother like her mom—struggling and alone.”

“She won’t be alone,” I said. “She has us.”

Melissa’s eyes searched mine. “Us?”

“Well, of course. We’ll be there for her... we’ll deal with this together, right?”

“So you... you wouldn’t want to just be with Susan?”

“What? I’m not going to leave you, Melissa.”

Melissa’s eyes became misty. “I’m happy to hear that.“

Hugging her, I said, “I can’t leave you. You’re everything to me.” I paused. “Though Susan does have bigger boobs.”

Melissa pushed me away, only to see my grin. “You’re a dick,” she smiled.

I pretended to think about it more. “Hmm... no, it could never work without you. I’d need you to change diapers. I wouldn’t be able to handle that at all.”

When Susan walked into the living room, Melissa was hitting me hard with a cushion.

Susan said, “No, that’s not how you do it. You need something hard. Let me get a frying pan or a baseball bat. We can take turns.”

While fending off Melissa’s blows, I saw Susan’s eyes were red but otherwise she looked okay. Better than okay, since she was still naked. If Susan would be hanging around us, I would have to curb my habit of gawking whenever I saw her without clothes.

“So,” said Susan, “when Melissa’s done beating you, got any dessert? I could use a sugar rush right now. But if it’s chocolate fondue again, I’m leaving.”

~~~~

All we had were cookies, the cheap crumbly ones you get in a bag from the store. The three of us sat beside each other on the couch and talked.

I offered to clean up crumbs that had fallen on Susan’s boobs, and she sweetly informed me where she’d stuff her cookie if I tried. Melissa found that particularly funny.

Melissa said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this again.”

“Doing what?”

“Sitting here naked, joking around.”

Susan nodded. “It’s nice. But feel free to leave if you have somewhere to go. Your boyfriend owes me a good screwing after leaving me all hot and bothered this afternoon.”

Melissa’s face was the picture of shock.

Susan laughed. “God, I’m kidding! After what we’ve been through, if he brings his pecker near me again I’ll cut it off.”

“Yeah?” I said, “Well, you keep that ravenous snatch of yours away from me or I’ll staple it shut.”

Once we stopped laughing, Susan said, “Oh! Melissa, speaking of getting knocked up, I saw what’s-his-face... you know, Mr. Porsche. He drove past me on my way to your place. I don’t think he saw me, though.”

“Mr. Porsche?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!” said Melissa, “Tell him about that guy!”

Susan sat back and said, “I went out with him a couple years ago. He was pretty rich. Great car, great condo, great hair, shitty taste in clothes. I should have known from the start that he was just another asshole looking for a hot blonde for arm candy.”

“C’mon,” said Melissa, “tell him!”

“He flew me to Paris,” said Susan.

“Really?” I said. “I guess he WAS rich.”

“Well, it wasn’t a private jet, but still. For a long weekend. Of course, I’d never been there, so I was like a little girl taking it all in. We stayed at a fancy old hotel, walked around, saw the Louvre, Napoleon’s tomb, all that stuff. Then at night, we walked to the Eiffel tower. It was all lit up. Just incredible.”

“And...” prompted Melissa.

“Oh, well in Paris people are making out everywhere. At the cafes, kissing on the street, everywhere. There’s a big park on the way to the Tower. While we were walking through it, couples were screwing on the park benches.”

“No way.”

“Yes! One couple, the girl was sitting in the guy’s lap, facing him. She was wearing a skirt, so they weren’t naked or anything, but it was obvious what was happening. We walked right by them on the path.”

“The City of Love, huh?” I said.

“Another couple was even more obvious. She was bent over the bench; he was behind. Even with just the streetlamps, it wasn’t subtle. What’s-his-face told me in France it’s normal for everyone to have a lover. You’re married, and it’s just accepted you’ll also have someone on the side. Part of the culture. I don’t know if that’s really true.”

Beside me, Melissa was squirming a little. Was this getting her turned on?

“I need to move to Paris,” I said. I expected a whack in the arm from Melissa, but she looked lost in Susan’s story.

“So, anyway, Mr. Porsche got so turned on seeing this, he decided to do the same—bend me over a bench and fuck me right there. At least we were off the main path. But the thing is, I wasn’t on the pill then either. He knew he had to use condoms, but he did me bareback anyway.”

“Asshole,” I said.

“You have no idea. But it wasn’t like I protested all THAT much. We took our time, then the Tower was closed by the time we finally got there. I was super pissed that I never got to go up. The rest of the trip was him parading me around Paris, showing me off. On the last night, he offered me to one of his buddies.”

“Uh, what?”

“Yeah. He had a friend in Paris. Offered me to him as a ‘loaner’ while he went out drinking with some business partners. Said for me to ‘be nice’ to his friend. Can you imagine? Of course, I freaked. Nearly killed the bastard. I flew home by myself. And that’s when I found out my reaction to that Plan B stuff.”

By now I could see Melissa was really squirming and breathing hard, her chest flushed and breasts rising and falling. That gave me an idea. I whispered to Susan, then stood up and took some plates back to the kitchen.

When I came back, Susan had stood and moved behind the couch. We exchanged a look then she grabbed Melissa’s wrists, pulling her arms up behind her head.

“Hey!” exclaimed Melissa.

Susan held Melissa’s arms tightly and twisted, forcing her to turn until she faced backwards on the couch towards Susan, knees on the seat. Melissa’s lovely ass and wide hips looked delicious as I approached from behind.

I crouched over her and whispered, “Did that story turn you on? Would you like to be the one fucked across a park bench while people walk by?” I fondled one hanging breast and toyed with her pussy. She was soaked.

Melissa hesitated then whispered, “Yes.”

I was hard by now. I said, “One day I’ll do that to you. But for now...”

I buried my dick in her with one slow stroke.

“Aaaahh,” breathed Melissa, lifting her head and arching her back to receive me. Susan held her tightly to the couch and grinned at me.

I grasped Melissa’s hips and started fucking her slowly. Each time I bottomed out, Melissa grunted and pushed her ass back against me. She rested her head on the back of the couch and held on to her friend as I took her.

Soon I was stroking into Melissa steadily, losing myself in the sensations of her warm pussy, the sight of her shapely ass and back, and the sound of her little gasps and grunts of pleasure. Each time I pressed forward it also caused Susan’s large breasts to sway a little as she eagerly watched us fuck.

Soon Melissa was so lost in lust that Susan released her arms. Melissa held the back of the couch in languid submission, letting herself be taken.

I was so immersed with Melissa that I didn’t notice Susan moving to join her friend on the couch. She got on her knees beside Melissa then waggled her bum, looking back at me with raised eyebrows.

I pulled myself from Melissa. She raised her head as she felt me withdraw, awareness returning from her lust-induced stupor enough to realize her best friend was now beside her. I tentatively positioned myself behind Susan and looked at Melissa expectantly.

She nodded. “Just be careful.”

Susan smiled then pushed back, sinking me into her snug pussy halfway. I gripped her hips and drove the rest of the way in myself.

“No problem getting hard now, is there big guy?” she breathed, eyes lidded.

I took Susan firmly, holding her hips, and, despite the risk, tried to get as deep inside as possible. Melissa kept her position, watching us, breathing with excitement. I loved how much it turned her on.

When I felt the urge to come rising, I pulled out and pushed back into Melissa, fucking her again with determined, forceful strokes.

I alternated between Melissa and Susan several times, careful to withdraw from Susan each time the need to come rose. In the end, I was fucking Susan with abandon as she huffed and grunted, pushing back to match my strokes. When I reach under her to tantalize her clit with two fingers across her clit, she stiffened, and in a few moments gave a short gasp and came.

I stayed inside her as long as I dared, then pulled out to plunge balls-deep into Melissa.

“Ah... God!” she exclaimed. I gave her several more strokes before unloading into her welcoming body.

I stayed mated to Melissa, savoring the afterglow and the sight of the women presented before me. I leaned over to kiss Susan’s shoulder and cup one breast, and then did the same to Melissa.

The girls turned around, and I sat between them, hugging them to my sides.

“I didn’t think we’d do this again,” said Melissa, resting her head on my shoulder. “Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “What if it is?”

Melissa looked over at her friend. “Susan, are you okay?”

Susan was flushed and a little out of breath. “I have no complaints if you don’t.”

We talked a little longer until I yawned, causing the girls to yawn too. It was nearly midnight.

Melissa stood and stretched, her body lovely in the candlelight. “I need to get home. Some people kept me up really late last night.”

Susan looked uncertain. I didn’t want her to leave, and a glance at Melissa told me she didn’t either.

“Susan, can you stay with us tonight?” I said. “Just to sleep, I mean.”

Susan nodded, so Melissa and I led her to the bedroom.

We put Susan in the middle of the bed this time and both of us cuddled against her sides. Susan pulled my hand to her boob, so I lightly squeezed and caressed it.

Susan kissed me and said, “Hold me?” I nodded, and she rolled to her side to face Melissa. I spooned behind her and embraced her from behind, a hand on each breast. She looked back to caress my face then turned to Melissa. The two of them talked in low whispers. I couldn’t make out what they were saying and was too tired to care. Soon I was dead asleep.

~~~~

When I awoke it was dark and I was facing Melissa with Susan was snoring softly behind me. Melissa looked so lovely as she slept. I had to have her again. I ran my hand over her body and nuzzled her neck. Slowly she started to respond.

We made love, gentle and slow, embracing each other, kissing, neither of us needing to rush.

It was different this time. There was just enough light for me to see her and we gazed into each other’s eyes. Despite what Susan and I had done, Melissa still wanted me and forgave us. It occurred to me that it wasn’t because she was some doormat who accepted anything, but because she had gained strength from her own struggles with lust and inhibition.

She whispered, “If Susan has a baby, it’ll need a friend.”

That got my attention. “What do you mean?”

“If she’s pregnant, will you knock me up too?”

“That’s not funny, Melissa.”

She locked her legs around me as I eased in and out of her slowly.

“I’m not joking. I want to do this with you for real. No protection. As often as we can until I’m uh… carrying... uh... your child... uh... hey, be gentle. Make this... uh... last.”

I couldn’t help but push into her forcefully as she said those things. I tried to calm down.

I whispered, “Where did this come from, Melissa? Why would you want that?”

She kissed me. “Because I love you, silly. And you haven’t said it, but I’m pretty sure you love me too.”