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The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway

By: TheEroticPencil



The Phone Call... 

The email from his wife, Sarah, was simply entitled "Tonight" and told John little more than that she'd booked a sitter and they would be going out to dinner. Intrigued by her impulsiveness (this was not a common trait,) John shot back an excited response and eagerly awaited a reply. Despite the heavy afternoon, which lay in store for him at work, John found he could not concentrate at all, his mind racing through all kinds of scenarios, which might explain his wife's mysterious behavior, but it was close to three o'clock before Sarah called his cell and revealed her grand plan. 

"Hey, can you talk?" she said, in that husky way she knew he loved. 

"Sure I can talk," John replied. "I've been waiting for hours. What are you up to, exactly?" 

"Are you alone? Nothing's wrong, I just need to know that nobody else could be listening." 

Now he was even more interested. He could hear that she was kind of energetic, giddy even, like a child on Christmas Eve. Not wanting to drag the suspense out any longer, John quickly found an empty conference room and closed the glass door. 

"OK," he told her, slightly out of breath. "I'm alone, no ears within a fifty-foot radius. What is going on with you?" 

"So, look, I'll just jump into this..." 

Her voice fell to a conspiratorial whisper. 

"You know that night when we were on the couch and we watched that porno? You remember that, right?" 

Remembering 'That' Night... 

Of course he remembered. How could he not? They'd been at a boring work dinner with his company and were both a little buzzed. To pass the time, John had begun whispering naughty things to Sarah about what he was going to do to her when they got home. Later on, she'd returned from the bathroom and told him that her panties were now in her purse, that she was wet and very willing, and John had felt as though, were he a cartoon character, then his jaw would now be falling heavily to the floor. 

Neither of them was model-gorgeous, but who wanted those headaches, anyway? Sarah had jet-black hair, light porcelain skin, and looked amazing in any kind of little black dress, which was exactly what she'd been wearing that night. She was elegant, without being too revealing and, at thirty-eight with a full-time job and two kids behind her, she was in great shape considering she'd not seen the inside of a gym in years. 

John had been quite the athlete in his youth and still played softball for the company team. Middle-age was catching up with him, however and, at forty-three, he had the beginnings of a belly, something he fought against fiercely, running and working out whenever he could. Still, at a solid six feet tall, with his muscular frame and a healthy head of naturally dark hair, the two of them made a handsome pair. 

They'd teased each other for the rest of the evening, as the side whispers grew bolder and more daring. Sarah was not normally this risqué a person, but, of late, John had noticed that she'd become more forward in her flirting, and certainly more audacious when it came to sex. When they'd eventually arrived home, the sitter was dismissed with an almost rude urgency, before Sarah suggested that John undress and put on a porn movie while she went to 'prepare' herself. Obeying instantly, John quickly removed his shirt and pants, Sarah sweeping them up and disappearing down the hallway as John lay back naked on the couch and reached for the remote, his arousal already evident. When Sarah re-emerged, she was wearing his shirt, his tie hanging loosely around her neck. She still had on her high, black heels, but nothing else. She'd unbuttoned the shirt so it fell open to her navel, and the sleeves were casually rolled up to the elbows, the cool cotton brushing against her skin as she swished and stalked slowly towards him. Her breasts struggled to contain themselves, her nipples pressing hard beneath the fabric, as she hovered over her husband and held a rueful finger up to her red-rouged lips. 

"I couldn't find anything else to wear..." she cooed. "Is this good for you, or should I put on the pants, too?" 

As she spoke, she tugged gently on the shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal the perfect, sandy brown landing strip sitting teasingly between her legs. 

"Leave those pants alone," John growled, "And come here-" 

Sarah dropped to the couch next to him as his hands immediately slid under the shirt and cupped one of her breasts. 

"What are we watching?" Sarah whispered, turning to the TV, where two ridiculously fit women - one blonde, the other brunette - were knelt either side of a guy on a large, plush bed. "Well they're not wasting any time, are they?" 

On the screen, the blonde was sucking the guy off, the brunette pushing her ass towards the camera, giving a view of her smoothly-shaved pussy. 

"Was I gone that long, or did you just fast-forward to this part?" Sarah smiled. "Not that I'm complaining." 

John mumbled something about 'fast forward,' but Sarah had a hard time hearing him as his mouth was already on her tits, sliding his tongue from nipple to nipple. She tossed the tie over her shoulder and put her hand around John's neck, pulling him further into her, while her other hand slid down his belly and headed straight for his cock. 

"I think this has got you all riled up, babe," Sarah murmured, "Was it all the dirty talk at dinner, or my juicy, hot, bare pussy under my little...black...dress? Huh?" 

She leaned down to his ear, her hair brushing his face. 

"Or maybe you just love me being naked under your shirt? I can tell you like it, I can feel you like it." 

She gave his cock a gentle squeeze and she felt John respond, his erection getting harder by the second. Looking back at the TV screen, Sarah's cupped his balls and used her thumb to stroke them gently. 

"And those girls going down on that guy..." she went on, as John lifted his head momentarily, the threesome hotting up in front of them. "I know that's turning you on, baby." 

His hips were starting to buck as Sarah worked him, before she sat back up and slowed the attention on his crotch. 

"I think you like all of it, right, sweetie?" she asked. "You want a piece of everything? I can do that for you. I can do whatever you want, and I know what you want." 

"Yes," John replied, his voice deep and heavy. "I want you to suck me. I want you to do what they're doing." 

"Sure, baby." 

She got down on the rug and turned so that her ass was between John and the screen, making sure he got a clear view of everything. She moved her head over his cock and, as she continued to pump him with her hand, she began sucking on his tip, her tongue hot and hard, offering John a brief glimpse of her bright red lips closing themselves over his cock before her gorgeous, silky hair fell over his legs, hiding what she was doing. But, with an amazing view of her ass, and the threesome on the screen getting hotter by the second, John was content to lie back and surrender himself to this impossible seduction. 

After a minute or so, Sarah came up for air and looked up at him. 

"Tell me what's happening over there," she said, "I want you to describe every detail, baby, as I take care of you." 

Her hand never stopped stroking him as she smiled naughtily and went back to work with her mouth. John rubbed his hand across her ass and probed between her cheeks with his thumb, desperate to reach her pussy, but Sarah responded with a subtle wiggle of her hips, which, John knew, was her way of telling him her pussy was off limits, for the moment at least. Right now, this was about him. 

He looked back to the screen and drank in the scene before him. 

"Uh, well the blonde is...sucking the guy," he began. "In fact, she has his whole cock in her mouth, she's gagging on it, it's so big, and the brunette is now facing us, she's sitting on his face, and her tits...her tits are bouncing up and down while she...while she rides his mouth...uh, uh, Jesus...uhhh..." 

"What else?" Sarah asked, her voice muffled as she continued to suck him off, hungrily. "Don't stop talking, tell me, tell what they're doing." 

"The brunette is now fucking him," John went on. "The two of them are kissing, holding each other up, it's so...fucking...HOT!" 

He dug his hand into his wife's ass. 

"God I want to eat you," John panted, desperately. "I want to fucking eat you, right now, let me eat you, let me taste you, this is hot, oh God I wanna lick you, suck you, uhh...oh don't you dare stop, don't you dare stop, I'm so fucking close...!" 

After eight years and a few thousand blow jobs together, Sarah knew it was time for what John lovingly called "The Bionic Mode," when she switched things up a gear and proved to him what he'd known very early on - that she could suck harder and faster than any other woman on earth. And, as the first jet of cum hit the warm vacuum of her mouth, she knew just the right amount of pressure to give with her hand and her mouth, to squeeze every last drop from him, prolonging his orgasm to the point where John could only moan and pant his pleasure, all words, all other feeling, lost to him. 

When he was spent, Sarah rubbed his hips and cleaned his cock with her tongue, before sitting back up and turning her attention to the TV, where the threesome were now fucking each others' brains out. 

"Fuck, baby, wow...!" John managed to whisper at last. "That was...Jeez...best, wife, ever...!" 

Sarah curled up next to him and lay her head upon his chest. She felt his breathing, the quick rise and fall of his chest; it was hypnotic, calming, and safe. Watching the fucking going on, on the screen, she casually draped one leg over his and snuggled into him. 

"That was fun, sweetie, you were so turned on. But this-" she nodded to the screen, "This is too orchestrated, too contrived, and those people are way too, well, perfect..." 

She stroked his belly with her hand and slid her leg up and down his shins. 

"I mean, my ass does not look like that...it didn't even look like that when I was twenty-two. And I'm sorry, but those tits...it's like gravity doesn't exist in these movies." 

"It's just a porno," John replied, hugging her closer. "It's fantasy, nothing more, nothing less." 

"OK, so let's go with that," said Sarah, moving her body so her pussy brushed against his bare thigh. "The fantasy. Is that your fantasy? Two girls?" 

"Oh no," John smiled. "I'm not falling for that one. You are my fantasy, babe. I have everything I need, right here." 

"Good answer, obviously," Sarah teased, "But seriously, if I came to you and said 'Honey, I found that blonde, that one right there, and she's coming over to have a three-way with us...' let's say it was your birthday present or something...would that be your fantasy? It's honesty-time. I really want to know." 

She was pressing his thigh right between her legs, looking for just the right pressure point to get her pussy going, as John studied her for a minute, but he didn't see any traps here. 

"OK, yeah," he said eventually. "You and another woman would be...totally hot. But it would have to be...how do I say it...it would have to be about all three of us or, at least, the two of us, as I don't know who this mystery third person is. But it can't be like these movies, where it's all about the guy, it would need to be something we want, which is why...I don't know, which is why I've never pushed it, because I want us to do things, uh, together. You understand?" 

Sarah was sitting up, now, riding John's thigh, one hand on the side of the couch, the other on his chest. The rhythm of her humping him was intoxicating. 

"With the right person, that could be totally hot," John continued. "The fantasy of it, it's...I don't know, I just don't wanna ever mess this up, mess us up, so that would have to be figured out but, right now? I am so fucking... turned on!" 

He looked over to the TV. The scene had switched - all new performers - a raven-haired beauty lying back on the bed, her legs open, a cute, curvy blonde going down on her as a large, muscular football-player type fucked her from behind. 

"So, look at the screen baby," John said, as Sarah continued to grind her pussy into his leg. "Pretend that big guy was me. Now, which girl would you be? The one getting fucked? Or the one getting her cunt licked out? Which would be more fun for you, baby? Do you want a big, fat cock inside you and a wet pussy on your face, or do you want a hot girl eating you out? No, devouring you completely as you watch me fuck her from behind? Huh? I think you like that one best, don't you? Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want, tell me what you want that hot girl to do to you." 

"I want my pussy eaten..." Sarah panted, her eyes glued to the screen as her hips rocked against John's leg. "I want your cock, honey, oh I want it so bad, but I want my pussy eaten more." 

John knew she was speaking in the moment; there was no time to waste. He pushed himself down the couch and placed Sarah's legs either side of him. He was getting hard again, just a few strokes was all it took to get him ready to enter her. She slid onto him easily, her wetness fixing them together as she pivoted her hips to consume him fully. Kneading her palms into his chest, she rocked back and forth against him, her pussy hard and hot against his groin. 

"Think about it baby," John panted. "You're right there, riding me like this, and there's a gorgeous, sexy, hot girl rubbing you, licking you, kissing you...hard, wet kisses on your mouth, on your tits...running her hands across your ass while you fuck me." 

Sarah was getting into this, her eyes half-closed in a dream-like state, every one of his words painting an impossibly horny picture in her head. 

"Maybe she gives you a quick...swat," John continued, reaching behind Sarah and slapping her ass. "Maybe she makes your tight little ass all red as you get fucked. Sound like fun?" 

"Oh yeah..." Sarah moaned, totally lost in the moment. "Fun, yeah...mmmm." 

"Tell me...tell me, as you're fucking me...don't think...just say it. What does she look like? What does the hot girl look like?" 

"Hmmmm...Abby, it's Abby...Justin's mom, from the school." 

"Keep going, baby." 

John arched his back slightly, eager to push his cock as far into her cunt as it would go. He could feel her climax begin to stir. 

"She looks like Abby, but she's not Abby," Sarah continued, rocking faster and harder now, her voice rising in volume. "Big tits, oh yeah...and she's blonde...I like blonde...and fun, I want fun! And she's tall, mmmm, oh, oh fuck, that would be so hot! Her eating my pussy, you kissing me as she rubs me, her fingers in my cunt, fucking me hard right up there, oh, oh god...oh BABY...!" 

John dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her on and off his cock, her head thrown back, beads of perspiration beginning to slide down the side of her neck. 

"I got you, baby..." 

"No, don't speed up, I- I- oh fuck, oh FUCK!!" 

She tensed, as John felt the world around them freeze, like the moment when a ball is thrown in the air and there's a split second when it's neither rising nor falling, it's as high as it can go before the descent begins. Sarah was in that moment, dissolving, before her own fall engulfed her and she collapsed against his chest, cumming and cumming, her belly sliding against his own, her pussy gripped tight around his cock as she released every last ounce of herself onto him. John steadied her above him as she came down, her tits heavy and hot as her lungs battled for breath. She stayed like that, sitting on his cock, loving how it felt inside her aching, hot pussy. 

"Oh God...I sure needed that." she whispered, falling gently upon his chest. 

So, yes, when Sarah had asked "Do you remember 'that' night?" John definitely had. 

Back To Business... 

"John, honey, are you still there?" 

"Yep, just thinking about that night." 

He was hard again, the memory so sharp, so vivid, he wished Sarah was there right now so he could fuck her. 

"I know." Sarah said, "Me too, right? So I've been, you know, thinking about it, for a while now, actually." 

"Thinking about what? Which part? Sarah, baby, if you're gonna start talking dirty to me, then I'm gonna need to go take this call in the bathroom or something, 'cause I'm in a glass room and everybody can-" 

"No!" Sarah cut in, "Although that would be fun..." 

John felt his cock pulse once more. He sat down and crossed his legs, self-conscious, as random people walked past the windows. 

"This will only take a couple of minutes," Sarah continued, her voice a whisper now. "But I've been thinking about that night and I, well, I liked the idea of it. The three of us, you know, another person." 

John re-crossed his legs. His erection was getting impossible to ignore, or hide. 

"O-kay..." he replied, hugging the phone to his ear. 

"So anyway, I, er, I placed an ad." 

"An ad?" 

"I thought it through, the whole thing, for a while now." 

"Go on-" 

"And I knew it couldn't be with someone we knew, like, how awkward, right? 'Hey, Debbie, see you at the bake sale,' the day after she's had her mouth on my pussy. And we aren't bar people, so that's not going to work... So, well, an ad seemed like the best option." 

"Keep going..." 

John still didn't know what the hell to make of what he was hearing. Was this really his wife? 

"So, anyway, the ad..." Sarah went on, talking more quickly. "I was half serious, half-not, I had no idea what I was doing or if anyone would even reply, but I got a ton of replies, even though most of them were just, well, just not right for us." 

"Hold on a minute-" John cut in, still waiting for his brain to catch up. "When you say 'ad', do you mean, like, you posted a photo of us? Wait, please tell me you didn't use names...?" 

"Way ahead of you, sweetie. No pictures, just a few lines to describe us, how it was our first time, how we need someone we both connect with, that kind of thing. We gotta have chemistry, right? So I went through the responses, asked a few questions, narrowed it down to a couple, spoke on the phone...it was like screening for a sitter, really." 

"Wow, you're really serious about this..." 

"Totally. At least, I am now I think I've found somebody..." 

John didn't know how he was going to stop himself from jerking off, right there and then. He let his hand rest gently over his pants, confident that the desk would hide him, then, double-checking that the coast was clear, he slid a couple of fingers inside his zip. 

"You're telling me you've found a woman to- to-" 

"Uh-huh." 

"Fuck..." 

He felt his chest contract, as though to breathe now would actually kill him. 

"Honey?" Sarah asked, her voice a little anxious. "You still there?" 

"Are you sure?" John managed, eventually. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I like the idea...love the idea...but, well, this isn't you. Is it?" 

Watching porn, having great sex, sure, that was what they did, and they did it well but, this...? John knew this was way outside his wife's usual comfort zone, because it was outside of them. Still, he was more than happy to see where this adventure of hers was going. 

"Honestly, sweetie?" Sarah went on. "This is something I've always known I wanted to try, I guess I just felt that I never needed to do it, because I love you and it's not like we don't satisfy each other, right?" 

"Sure, baby." 


The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



Chapter 2: Sarah, John & Megan Go to Vegas 

After the cabin 

The idea had germinated during one of Sarah and Megan's regular coffee dates. Sarah may have been open to exploring this new 'cabin side' of her life (as she now called it,) but she also had to be practical. The responsibilities of having children, a demanding husband (in a good way,) an equally-demanding job (in a bad way,) paying bills and general life stuff meant that Sarah needed order, routine and a schedule. Megan was now a part of that schedule, which was why Sarah so looked forward to these noon-on-Thursday meets. They were a real highlight, something Sarah felt she owned herself, that she didn't have to share. Although she'd never admitted it out loud to herself, Sarah knew that she coveted the time she spent with Megan, just girls together gossiping, laughing...flirting? But she'd been reluctant to try and repeat the physical side of what had happened in the cabin, in case it just didn't live up to expectations. 

The first such meeting, post-cabin, had been a charged and sensitive affair, almost an autopsy on what had happened, how each of them had felt about the different things they'd done and, most importantly, it had given them both an opportunity to offer mutual compliments and to reassure one another that no lines had been crossed and the experience had been a joyous one for all involved. 

Once fears were allayed, the two women had quickly fallen into a comfortable and valued friendship. Discussions would veer from the material to the mundane, but it was the delicious air of anticipation between them which both enjoyed the most. They may not have spoken in detail about the things they'd done with each other, but the same questions would still hang every time they met. When are we going to do all that again? When am I going to touch you, feast on you, fuck you...? 

Megan, especially, had wondered what Sarah and John had talked about once they'd returned home from the cabin. Had they discussed her at length? Had they considered asking her to do it again, and soon? The answer, had Megan been brave enough to ask, would have been a surprising 'no' - at least for Sarah. The truth was that John had, indeed, asked his wife if she wanted to indulge again with their new playmate, but Sarah had declined. She had scratched an itch, she said, but had no particular desire to repeat the experience any time soon. But this had not deterred her from wanting to spend time with Megan. She just preferred to do it without John - for now. 

After the cabin, Sarah and John had settled back into a monogamous rhythm of sex and intimacy. The weekend had improved their confidence and, as a unit, they both thought themselves more polished, more adventurous, more satisfied than ever before. Their fucking was consistently good, sometimes even great, and it was like their weekend with Megan had helped them communicate with one another more and turned them into better lovers. That was how Sarah had rationalized the experience, turning Megan into a counselor, a practical sex therapist who had literally shown them how to know fulfillment. But, as their coffee dates continued, Sarah could no longer ignore her growing infatuation with this woman. 

For this particular coffee date, Megan had worn a flame-red V-neck dress which showed off her beautiful cleavage, teamed with leopard skin high heels which acted like arrows pointing up her slim calves and thighs to the pleasures which lay underneath the dress. The sight of her sent a bolt of lust shooting between Sarah's legs, her heart pounding and her skin prickling, just like it did after an intense workout. It was a good thing she was already settled at a table in the corner. 

Sitting down, Megan knew she looked good and she also knew what effect she was having on Sarah. 

"Hi!" Sarah smiled, wiping an imaginary wisp of hair from her forehead. "You look... stunning! What's the occasion?" 

"It's good to see you."Megan replied, absorbing the compliment. "How are you?" 

She reached across the table to stroke Sarah's hand and she could immediately feel how warm she was. 

"So?" Sarah continued, desperate to hide her obvious turn-on. "The dress?" 

"Let me get a coffee first," Megan said, "And I'll tell you all about it." 

She rose again and stalked over to the counter, already feeling Sarah's eyes burning into her bare back. Sarah had a sudden vision of Megan's naked ass sprawled across the bed in their cabin, the memory causing a tingling in her pussy. She shifted uneasily in her seat, her wetness already beginning to spread across her panties. 

When Megan returned, she slid her seat around the side of the table so she was sat right next to Sarah, her back to the rest of the cafe. She crossed her legs to the side, her dress riding up, making sure that anyone watching would get a healthy flash of her bare thighs, then she leaned in and blew on her coffee. 

"So, this dress-" Megan began, eyeing Sarah conspiratorially. "It might sound crazy, but I have a date!" 

She let the words hang, eager to gauge Sarah's reaction. 

"Wow-" Sarah replied, "Who is he? Where did you meet him? Where is he taking you?" 

She fired off the questions like rounds from a machine gun, keen to hide the knot which was already forming in her stomach. 

"You mean, who is she?" Megan smiled, wickedly. "She's an accountant, which sounds totally geeky, but she's really cool. We have mutual friends and we kind of just clicked, like we did, you know? So I figured I'd ask her out on a real date, see what she said." 

"And she said yes, clearly." 

"Crazy, right? So, what do you think?" 

She looked at Sarah, waiting for a response, but Sarah really didn't know what to say, the knot in her stomach now consuming her in a wave of jealousy. 

Megan - after the cabin 

Although physically exhausted from their activities in the cabin, Megan had returned from her weekend with John and Sarah with a mental verve that was intoxicating. She was eager to see them both again but, although John had been a dynamic, masculine and attentive lover, there had been something about Sarah which hypnotized Megan. During boring moments of work, or in those times between sleeping and waking, it was always Sarah who would appear in her head. She had been soft and feminine, willing and playful, tender and just, well...yummy. 

When she was masturbating, Megan would recall everything she'd done with John both in the woods and in the cabin, but Sarah always appeared from somewhere in her fantasy, just as she was reaching her climax. Megan's fingers would suddenly become Sarah's, either holding the vibrator on her clit or rubbing it herself. And when Megan imagined fingernails drawing themselves delicately down the crack of her ass, it was Sarah who was playing with her, always Sarah. When her orgasm hit, the last image Megan always recalled was Sarah's face, lapping at her cunt, her tongue pressed hard against her clit. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd fucked herself sore to fantasies of Sarah in her head, and Megan wasn't sure how long she could live without the real thing. 

These coffee dates, although she loved spending time with Sarah, they were becoming too safe for Megan, too comfortable. What Megan dreaded more than anything, was she and Sarah entering the Friend Zone. That first date since the cabin had been thrilling, reliving each moment of their fucking, but since then Sarah had definitely grown cooler, whether it was through fear, guilt, or something else entirely, Megan didn't know. All she did know, was that she was desperate to get back the Sarah she'd known in the cabin. Seeing one another was, to Megan, great foreplay, but the foreplay never went anywhere. If John was the music and the dance floor, then Sarah was the MDMA, the fatal hit of ecstasy which turned a party into an unforgettable event. And what had happened in the cabin had definitely been unforgettable, and Megan wanted more. 

So now she was forced to take matters into her own hands. She didn't want to be that single friend that couples invite to backyard barbecues; she wanted to be the girl that everyone wanted to fuck senseless. Besides, Megan hated barbecues.  

For this particular coffee date, then, Megan had spent the entire weekend selecting the right dress, the right shoes, and the right makeup. She'd shaved, waxed, and even splashed out on an exotic sugar scrub treatment to make sure her skin had that all-important "fuck me" glow. Striding into the cafe, she was confident that she looked and smelled like a million filthy dollars, and she'd even waited secretly in the shadows outside until Sarah had arrived first, determined to make her own grand entrance. All Megan's immediate hopes and dreams were pinned on this ruse working, to make Sarah jealous enough of her 'date' to finally cave in and demand that Megan save her glorious sexual services only for her and John. 

Back to coffee 

"What do I think?" Sarah said, eventually, her voice a little rocky. 

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not sure if I've gone a little overboard on the dress..." 

"It's a fabulous dress, really. You look amazing, I'm-" 

Sarah took a sip of her coffee, trying to collect herself. 

"You're what, baby?" Megan asked, leaning in closer and brushing her fingers against Sarah's. 

"I'm happy for you." 

They looked at one another for a moment before Sarah withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair. It was obvious that Sarah was not 'happy' at all. 

"Oh I'm glad you feel that way," Megan lied. "I'd been a bit worried about telling you. I mean, we all had such a great time at the cabin and I thought we might have, you know, had a second date? But it didn't feel like you wanted that to happen, so I just kind of, well-" 

"I know, I'm sorry-" Sarah jumped in. "It's just that, John and I, we, well we sort of wanted to see how we got on with just us, and-" 

"It's fine, really, I understand." 

"No, no I don't think you do." 

She leaned in again and touched Megan on the arm. 

"I've thought about you, about us, every day since the cabin," Sarah whispered. "I guess I was just scared that, if it happened again, it wouldn't be so-" 

"Amazing?" 

"That's one word for it." 

Megan tried to stay as calm as possible when, inside, her heart was doing somersaults. 

"OK, so how about this-" she replied, keen to keep Sarah onside. "I read about this new hotel in Vegas that sounded totally cool. Maybe we all deserve a break. Spa? Dancing? Some great food? Somewhere to get all dressed up, smash the town then go back to a nice, big bed? Vegas is so awesome, there's no clock, no limits, no rules, it's totally made for us. It's the Cromwell Hotel, they're running a weekend special right now, would be a shame not to take advantage?" 

"Sounds like you've got it all worked out." said Sarah. "Was that where you were going to take this new date of yours?" Sarah asked. 

"I'll be honest," Megan smiled, her eyes falling. "I only needed a date to distract myself from thinking about you...and John, of course. I can't stop thinking about the fun we had. I want more, I need more, and I think only you can give it to me." 

She waited a few seconds before raising her head again and looking straight at Sarah, whose face had turned a bright shade of pink. 

"I think about you too," she said. "We both do. All the time." 

"Is it settled, then?" Megan asked, eagerly, "Or will we, will you, have to get on your knees and beg John to say yes?" 

"I don't think he'll need much convincing," Sarah smiled, wickedly, "But I'll probably do that anyway." 

"I wish I could be there for that." 

"So will he. What weekends are you free? I'll need to check out our calendar, sort some childcare." 

"Every weekend is free for me, baby." Megan grinned, her leg brushing against Sarah's under the table. 

Vegas, baby! 

The girls had packed two full bags apiece versus John's single, thin holdall. 

"We need shoes, outfit changes, make-up..." Sarah had explained to him, as the elevator took them to their room. "All you need is a razor, a suit, and a pair of jeans. Honey, be thankful we didn't bring more." 

Megan smiled as she stood between them, just glad she hadn't been pulled aside for screening at the airport - there would have been a few choice items she'd have had to explain to security and, besides, she wanted those particular items to be a surprise for John and Sarah. 

Obviously excited by the weekend ahead, Sarah almost danced down the corridor to their room, hip-checking Megan and clicking her fingers over her head like a tango dancer, as John took care of the bellhop and Megan investigated their suite. It was a large, plush space, with purple décor, huge mirrors and textured walls. Outside, the lights of Vegas were beginning to dominate against the twilight desert backdrop. The air already felt naughty, enticing, dangerous... 

Megan sank down on the bed, which was so high her legs dangled off the edge a few inches from the floor. Sarah lined up next to her and the two of them began bouncing on the supersoft mattress. 

"I am so excited we are here." squealed Sarah, hugging Megan and blowing a kiss to John. 

"Let's freshen up," suggested John. "Then go and explore, maybe get a drink, check out a casino or two?" 

He leaned down and gave Sarah a wet kiss on the mouth, then leaned across and did the same to Megan. Equal for everyone this weekend. 

"What time's the show?" Sarah asked. 

"Eight-thirty, plenty of time for some early fun." 

"Let's get really dressed up for that." Megan said. 

"Plus we have our own show later on-" Sarah giggled, leaping off the bed and grabbing her bag. 

Megan and John exchanged a smile, glad to see Sarah so up for the weekend. 

"So let's do this." John said, already unbuttoning his shirt and heading to the bathroom. 

Megan lay back on the bed and stared dreamily up at the ceiling. She was already imagining what wonders would be happening on this very bed later on, as the skyline of Sin City grew sharper and brighter through the window behind them. 

It starts with topless girls 

After a breezy hour or so wandering down The Strip and getting into the Vegas spirit with a few cocktails, it was time to head for the show - a topless revue called Jubilee. Sat in their own private booth, the trio had enjoyed a gourmet dinner and champagne with plenty of flirting. Everything was comfortable, as easy as it had been in the cabin, but this time they were doing it all with glitz, glamour and an opulence that all three of them found intoxicating. 

John had gone for a timeless black suit and white shirt, elegant and fashionable. Sarah had chosen the little black dress and a pair of strappy heels that showed off her long legs, simple yet devastatingly sexy. Megan, however, had gone nuclear, opting for a tight, strapless black dress which clung to her D-cup breasts like gossamer around two loaded torpedoes. The crystal-encrusted edges of the dress made Megan a perfect match for the bright, Vegas lighting, and she'd sparkled with every step as she'd sashayed down The Strip, the fabric hanging off her waspish waist and falling to the floor like the robe of a Greek goddess. The two women may have looked very different but, like a Ferrari next to a Lamborghini, both were magnificent in their own, unique way. During dinner, other guests had openly stared at the three of them, which, in Vegas, was not uncommon, but it was clear that there was 'something' about this trio which exuded an eroticism that stood out even in the City of Sin. 

Megan loved seeing John again, and she also loved that Sarah was comfortable with her flirting with him throughout their meal. As the show began, Megan made sure to sit between the two of them so she could slide her hand up and down John's leg, and also be able to do the same to Sarah. 

As the topless girls dazzled and beguiled from the stage, Megan turned to John and put her mouth by his ear. 

"This is spectacular, don't you think?" she said. "Those girls are so beautiful. Which pair do you like the best, John? All of those breasts are magnificent, but you must have a favorite." 

Megan pushed her own chest up against John's arm as she spoke, squeezing his thigh at the same time. She felt his cock harden beneath his pants and rested her thumb over his tip. 

"What are you two talking about?" Sarah whispered over, eager not to be left out. "Something naughty, I presume?" 

Megan turned toward Sarah but left her hand on John's leg, moving it a little higher. 

"Tits, Sarah." Megan smiled. "We're talking about which set of tits John likes best. He hasn't answered yet, though." 

This time they both turned to John, Sarah draping both her arms around Megan, her hands lingering invitingly just above Megan's breasts. 

"Yes, honey," Sarah breathed. "Which tits do you like best? I know my own choice, but we want to know yours." 

John felt suddenly self-conscious, wondering if there was a 'right' answer, or not. He felt Megan's thumb press down on his cock, stroking him gently back and forth across the tip. 

"Uh, the brunette," he said at last. "Sixth, no, seventh from the end." 

Megan and Sarah followed his gaze. 

"Nice, honey." Sarah replied, approvingly. "Yes, they are fabulous tits, for sure, but my pick would be..." 

She paused for a few seconds, then turned back to the two of them. 

"Right here." 

She let her fingers brush gently over the top of Megan's breasts as they sat plump on her chest. 

"Er, I didn't know they were on the table-" John gulped, his erection getting harder at the sight of his wife's hands on Megan's tits. 

"Oh they're definitely on the table, baby." Megan breathed into his ear, working her thumb even faster over his bulge. 

She and Sarah smiled at one another, loving how much they were teasing John. 

John shifted in his seat as Megan began to massage him, pressing her full palm into him. He dug his heels into the floor so he could push his thigh back onto her hand, as Sarah got in on the act by beginning to play with Megan under the table. Sliding her hand up under Megan's dress and onto her warm, bare thigh, Sarah began drawing gentle circles with her finger, eventually advancing over her leg and onto her hard, toned belly. She heard Megan gasp as the light touch of her fingers sent ripples of pleasure through her body. Megan tried desperately to open her legs a little further but the tightness of her dress did not allow it. 

Sensing her frustration, Sarah pressed on Megan's navel and drove her finger down further until she reached the rim of Megan's panties. 

"The things we're gonna do, baby." Sarah whispered to her, before squeezing her finger underneath Megan's panties and heading straight for her already-wet, pulsing clit. 

"Oh-oh Jesus-" Megan gasped, arching her back slightly, her own fingers instinctively grabbing at John's covered cock. 

The couple behind them had long-since stopped watching the show 

Who knew the room had this? 

In the cab on the way back to their hotel, they each took turns being the center of attention, kissing, being kissed, touching, being touched. Even in the elevator, they could not keep their hands off each other, hands roaming, tongues searching, and it was only then that John and Megan realized that Sarah had gone commando for the entire evening, something Megan wished she'd have known back in the club. 

Megan took the key card and pushed open the door as Sarah and John kissed at the threshold. Striding over to the large chair in the corner of the suite, Megan pulled it a few feet out to face the full-length mirror beside it. 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



"Come, follow." she called back to the others. 

When they were in front of the chair, Megan looked toward Sarah. 

"Let's get him naked." she smiled. 

Sarah nodded and they got to work, Megan going high, Sarah going low. 

Kicking his shoes off, John let the two women undress him in seconds, before Megan then pushed him down onto the chair and leaned in to kiss him, hard and hot. Sarah was already on her knees, sliding quickly on the ornate tiled floor to position herself between John's legs. Her hand was curled around his cock immediately, stroking him slowly, but firmly, as her other hand went to push his legs further apart. 

"Sarah, honey," Megan purred. "I think your mouth would look much hotter on his cock right now. Don't you think, John?" 

She was still kissing John, her teeth nipping at his lip. 

"Yes- yes please-" John gasped. 

Sarah looked up at John and opened her mouth, licking her rouged lips slowly and deliberately to show John exactly what she was going to do. Leaning down, she enclosed her hot mouth around his tip while she used her other hand to keep pumping and pulling at his growing shaft. 

"Jeez- Fuck- Oh, my g- Mmm, hmmm-" 

Megan then moved directly behind Sarah and started sliding her dress straps down her shoulders, Sarah pushing her ass back so Megan could pull it down over her hips and let her shuffle out of it while she kept her mouth and hand firmly on John's cock. Megan looked down at the sight of Sarah's delicious bare ass pointing up at her as John, too, glanced at the mirror to see the same vision reflecting back at him. 

"Sarah, sweetie," Megan said. "Can you help me out of this, it's a bit tight? And I have something for you guys." 

Sarah sat up for a moment and leaned in to give John a long, deep, wet kiss, before giving his cock a playful squeeze and rising to her feet. Megan kicked off her shoes as Sarah stepped over to her and grabbed her forcefully from behind, turning her face so Sarah could kiss her, and sliding her other hand across Megan's hips, pulling her closer. With her heels on, Sarah was about as tall as Megan, their symmetry making it easier to make out in front of John, who was now stroking himself excitedly. 

As Sarah and Megan undressed each other, they were careful to make sure John got a great view and, when Sarah removed Megan's bra and lunged for her huge tits, John thought he would erupt there and then. Controlling himself, he continued to masturbate as he watched his wife take one of Megan's nipples into her mouth and suck, hungrily, using her teeth to nip and bite and stretch it until Megan yelped in pleasurable pain. 

"Oh god, yes!" Megan squealed. "I love that, I love that so much!" 

Sarah continued to bite and suck at Megan's nipples until they were red raw and hard as bullets, before Megan gently pushed Sarah away and began to step back. 

"This room has a feature that you are both going to like." she said, teasingly. "I need to use the bathroom quickly, but Sarah, turn off the lights while I'm gone, OK? Then go sit with John in the chair. I'll be right back." 

Sarah looked to John, who shrugged as Megan disappeared into the bathroom. 

Doing as she was told, Sarah hit the lights, plunging the room into blackness, the only light coming from the cityscape outside. 

"Come here, baby," John growled, Sarah using the sound of his voice to find her way to him. 

Standing in front of him, Sarah felt John's mouth on her hips as he began kissing and licking her skin, up over her belly, down the inside of her thighs. He ran his hands across her breasts and Sarah felt her legs weaken, the air silent and sultry. She opened her mouth to devour a few, desperate breaths as John pulled her closer, his mouth just inches from her hot pussy. 

As the bathroom door opened, a flash of light bounced off the full-length mirror, the reflection a window into the shower, where the sound of running water could be heard. 

"Can you guys hear me?" came Megan's voice. 

Sarah and John turned to the mirror - now effectively a window - and saw Megan's naked body shining under the jets of water. 

"Isn't this cool?" Megan called out. "I saw this and thought it would be sexy to watch each other." 

Megan turned into the spray and soaked her body, before opening her mouth to help the water cascade over her lips and down her chest. 

Sarah turned to face Megan directly, her back to John, at the same time seeing her own reflection and that of John, in the mirror beside them. John had his hands on Sarah's hips as he looked past them to watch Megan, then he dug his thumbs into Sarah's fleshy ass. 

Sarah bent slightly at the waist to grab John's cock underneath her, as John began to kiss her ass, focusing his attention on her asshole, then moving down, but Sarah refused him complete access. Instead, she bent her knees and, still with her back to him, got ready to ride him, her eyes never leaving the glorious sight of Megan's wet, naked body writhing about in the shower. 

John knew his wife's playbook back to front, holding his cock so she could slide down onto him, Sarah using his knees to steady herself as she lowered her hot, wet pussy down onto his massive, thick shaft. 

"Ohhh, god that feels so good-" she groaned, as she felt John's cock melt up inside her, the satisfying wet slurp of that perfect fit, like music to her ears. 

She began riding him, up and down, slowly at first, eager to make sure his whole cock was fully coated with her juices. John grabbed at her hips, sealing their bodies together as he lifted her up and down, pulling her down with more force each time. Sarah's tits bounced gleefully upon her chest as she rode the reverse cowgirl, each thrust of John's cock up inside her sending hot, all-consuming waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

As they fucked, they almost forgot about Megan. Almost... 

Once they had a rhythm, John and Sarah turned their attention back to the private water show unfolding before them. Megan was watching them intently as she ran a bar of soap across her body. Placing a leg on the small bench inside the shower, she opened her thighs so John and Sarah got a full view of her pussy. The water pooled against the damp patch at the top of her cunt, as the jets splashed across the remaining triangle of trim, curly hair. 

Megan reached down and pulled her lips open, tilting her hips back to ensure her audience was given total value for their money. With her other hand, she ran the bar of soap across her chest, massaging her nipples until they were hard and erect, the soap and water gleaming out from her glistening skin. Moving her body away from the water momentarily, the soap began to form thick bubbles which slid across her nipples and down her belly. Then, switching the soap to the other hand, Megan pulled at her nipples until they stretched right out, pulling her breast with it, Megan's moans of pain and pleasure echoing out from the noise of the shower. 

Megan loved both being watched and watching. Hearing and seeing John and Sarah fucking just yards away was an incredible turn-on, her legs already weakening at the sights and sounds of their passion. As the water continued to cascade over her, Megan positioned her body so that the jets began to hit her clit directly, her moans getting louder and louder as, back in the bedroom, Sarah continued to ride John furiously, their speed intensifying as they both watched Megan pleasuring herself in the shower. 

Sarah, rapt by the sight of Megan's wet, swollen pussy, knew she couldn't keep up the pace much longer. Her legs were tiring but she was desperate to cum, and she knew how she wanted it to happen. 

"John, wait-" Sarah ordered, as she lifted herself off him and bent over the arm of the chair, turning her head to make sure she still had a full view of the naked, wet Megan. 

As her tits hung below her, she nodded back at John, who rose from the chair and got into position behind Sarah, his cock slapping up onto his belly, desperate for its own release. 

Bracing herself, Sarah gently touched her clit, making sure she was ready for the explosion she knew would not be far behind, before looking back at Megan, John's hands already on her hips, preparing to enter her from behind. 

"Come on, baby!" Sarah demanded, offering her ass up to him, the shining, pink, plump folds of her pussy below it, like a beacon in the semi-darkness. "Slam it into me, don't hold back, don't you dare hold back! Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me, DO IT!" 

She may have been talking to John, but it was Megan who had her whole attention, and both of them responded to her command. 

John slammed his cock hard up into Sarah's cunt, smacking her ass against him with each thrust. The hard, wet sounds of their fucking filled the room as Sarah began to moan and pant uncontrollably. 

In the shower, Megan could not hear the sweet sounds of their fucking, but she didn't need to - the look on Sarah's face was hot enough to turn her on. Leaning into the bathroom mirror as the water continued to crash around her, Megan used her forehead to support her body as she began to use both hands to work her pussy, one to hold her lips open and the other to rub furiously across her aching, swollen clit. 

Locking eyes on Sarah, Megan pushed her hips forward so Sarah could see her red, sore clit getting bigger and brighter, her fingers a blur as they danced across her pussy. Both Sarah and Megan were gasping for air as their orgasms approached, Megan mouthing a kiss to Sarah as she kept working her cunt until, at last, Megan's climax thundered down between her legs, her breath misting up the mirror as she turned her head away and groaned like a wounded animal, orgasm after orgasm pelting through her body as the steam continued to rise from her skin. 

The sight of Megan cumming and cumming was all Sarah needed to start her own rush and, as John continued to fuck her hard and fast, Sarah felt herself fall over the edge of desire, each thrust of John's cock filling her so full she could feel him in her mouth. 

"Don't stop, don't stop! Don't you FUCKING stop!!" she screamed, as Sarah felt her legs give way and her orgasm engulf her. 

Wave after wave of warmth flooded over her as she gripped the chair, her knuckles whitening, her pussy soaking wet with her cum as John continued to slam into her. At last, her body went limp as her climax subsided, and John pulled himself out of her. Behind them, Megan lay slumped against the side of the shower, exhausted yet delirious, her eyes just catching the sight of Sarah mouthing something to John. 

Shifting onto her knees, Megan began caressing her own tits, squeezing her nipples to reignite her own desires, as she saw Sarah gazing right back at her. She'd turned her body to face John, sat on her ass, her back against the chair as John stood over her, stroking himself off. 

Still staring at Megan as she played with her breasts, Sarah smiled as John masturbated faster and faster, a low moan emanating from his gut as, at last, his orgasm hit violently, thick ropes of cum shooting out over his wife's face and chest. Sarah's gaze remained fixed on Megan as she lapped up her husband's hot sticky cum, rubbing it into her tits and letting it drip from her chin, then pausing a moment before taking John's cock in her hand and slowly licking him clean, letting him squeeze the last of his juices over her wet mouth, John stroking her hair as she tended to him. 

A minute or so later, Sarah got to her feet, embraced her husband, kissing him with her sticky, wet mouth as, with one hand, she collected the pool of cum which had collected between her breasts. 

"Stay there," she called over to Megan. "We need to get cleaned up. Would you like some company, honey?" 

Megan reached for the soap. 

"What are you waiting for?" she purred back. "Come on in..." 

Morning, almost 

Bronze bars of sunlight snuck past the blackout curtains of their room and fell across the outstretched limbs of Megan. She was sprawled across John's bare torso, snuggled up, absorbing the heat which radiated from his backside. At the other end of the bed, Sarah lay curled up in a cute ball, her naked ass on proud display from underneath the crisp, white bed sheets. 

Stirring, Megan twisted her body and reached across to Sarah, tugging gently at her shoulder. Like metal to a magnet, Sarah was compelled to shift herself in Megan's direction until, eventually, the two found each other and Megan, sliding herself over John's body, found herself lying in a delicious sandwich between the two of them, Sarah's leg already brushing itself delicately up and down Megan's warm, damp calf. They stayed like this for two hours straight, not moving, not speaking, just enjoying the sweet morning afterglow of a night well spent. 

Spa day morning 

"OK, I'll meet you back at the room in, what, four hours or so, give or take? How long do these spa things take, exactly?" 

John stood up from the blackjack table and watched as Sarah finished playing her hand. 

"One more, just one more, I'm on a roll!" 

Sarah was clapping her hands together, gleefully, as she waited for the croupier to deal her second card. Behind her, Megan was watching, her hand laid lovingly on Sarah's shoulder. She'd maxed out her own daily allowance twenty minutes before, while John was determined to save his cash for his favorite game - poker. 

"Twenty one." announced the croupier, placing a Jack on top of Sarah's Ace. 

"Woo-hoo! Winner! Winner!" Sarah whooped. 

"Chicken dinner!" returned John, like it was some secret joke between the two. 

"Who says that?" Megan asked, running a finger up and down the back of Sarah's neck. "Anyway, honey, we have to go. Our spa appointment is in ten minutes and we still have to find our way out of this place." 

They looked around them at the maze of tables, slot machines and lights. Sarah was reluctant to leave her lucky table, but she didn't want to interrupt the status quo of what had, so far, been a gorgeous afternoon of fun, excitement and adventure. 

Collecting her winnings from the cashier, Sarah's adrenaline was still pumping. 

"Two hundred, eighty-seven big ones, bitches!" she cried, trying to high-five John and Megan. 

"Honey, it's hardly 'alert the press' money, is it?" John replied, deadpan. "In Vegas, it'll probably get us a steak and a Scotch each, throw in a few breadsticks, maybe..." 

"Fuck you, baby!" said Sarah, sticking her tongue out at John. "I never win anything, ever. This is my money, that I won, on my own, and I am not spending it on steaks or Scotch!" 

She stamped on the ground in mock-anger as John and Megan laughed beside her. 

"Ignore the Grinch, here," said Megan, cupping Sarah's face in her hands. "I'm very proud of you." 

She leaned in and kissed Sarah quickly, yet firmly, full on the mouth, not caring who was watching. 

"I am very turned on right now." whispered John, curling his hand around Megan's waist. 

"Well I'm afraid you'll have to control yourself a little while longer," Megan replied, stepping away from his grasp and taking Sarah's arm. "Because we have a date with another pair of hands." 

John kissed them both on the cheek and wandered back into the casino to find his golden poker table. Rising up the escalators, Sarah could not stand still. 

"Nearly three hundred bucks!" she squealed. "I still can't believe it!" 

She was sizzling with an electricity Megan had not seen before. If this was what gambling did to her, then Megan wanted to move them all to Vegas permanently. 

"Let's go dancing or something!" Sarah suddenly said, as they reached the top of the escalator. "I've got all this cash in my hand, I'm on on fire, like I need to move..." 

She grabbed Megan's hips and began grinding into her, totally oblivious to their public surroundings. 

"Hey, cool it down, sister!" Megan laughed, extricating herself from Sarah's grasp. "It's one in the afternoon, nowhere to go dirty dancing just yet. How about we deal with all that energy another way, huh?" 

They were outside the spa, now - called 'Sensations' - the sweet aromas of sandalwood, patchouli and sea salt wafting out from the bamboo and chrome facade. Sarah felt herself calm a little. 

"Fine, party pooper..." she growled, sticking her tongue out at Megan. 

"And another thing," replied Megan. "Never stick your tongue out at me...unless you're prepared to use it." 

She slapped Sarah playfully on the ass and sashayed into the spa. 

"What happens in Vegas..." Sarah murmured to herself, before skipping eagerly after her. 

The spa 

"So, we have you two down for the 'Girls Weekend Package?'" 

The receptionist at "Sensations" was hot; a tall, blonde girl, around twenty-two, with perfect skin, nails, hair and a beautiful fake tan which made her whole body shimmer. 

"The lockers are right behind you," she continued." Just change into your robes and slippers then make your way to the treatment rooms next door, we've got some tea and fruit waiting for you." 

"Great, I'm real hungry right now." said Sarah, winking at Megan as she spoke. 

"You'll start with the steam room," the receptionist went on, "Then it's the sugar salt scrub, one of our signature treatments. It's divine, trust me, I get it done once a week." 

She held out her arm and ran her other hand up and down her skin. 

"See how smooth I am?" 

Megan swallowed hard as she followed the woman's fingers, wondering if her pussy was just as sweet. 

"Our therapists will scrub you down and then wrap you in hot towels, it'll leave your skin so silky and polished, it's just delicious. Then you can shower off and enjoy some time in our deep, relaxing hot tub, just great for any tired muscles. And then it'll be your massage which, I promise, is going to be the most divine massage you've ever had. Try not to fall asleep, though!" 

As she laughed, both Sarah and Megan noticed her perfect white teeth. This woman was so hot but, while they were happy to admire another woman's beauty, all Sarah and Megan could think about was getting their hands on each other. 

"The whole package will take about four hours, so we'll bring in some refreshments for you right after the scrub, strawberries, chocolate-dipped fruit, that kind of thing. Sound good, ladies?" 

"Sounds like heaven." Sarah smiled. 

""Great! If you ever have any questions, our therapists can help you with anything, so don't be afraid to ask." 

They were shown to the locker room, where their robes and plush slippers were waiting for them. 

Sarah laughed as she pointed to the big, pink 'S' embroidered onto the robe. 

"They knew I was coming!" 

"Too bad they don't have mine," smiled Megan, "We could have been 'S' and 'M' walking down the hallway..." 

"You are a very naughty girl." replied Sarah, already undressing. 

"And you, have no idea-" 

"Really?" 

Megan just smiled and took a few moments to enjoy the sight of Sarah changing. 

Heading to the treatment room, Sarah hip-checked Megan. 

"So?" she whispered. "What do I have no idea about? What secrets are you keeping that I need to know?" 

"Maybe you'll find out-" replied Megan, as they entered a room where a dozen or so other women were relaxing. "And maybe you won't-" 

Sarah was about to pursue the matter when they were approached by a uniformed man, tall, lean and blond, around thirty-five, with piercing blue eyes and big, strong hands. 

"Sarah and Megan?" he asked, glancing at his iPad. "I'm Niklas. Help yourself to anything you see and then I'll take you in for your first treatment. Myself and my colleague, Samuel, will be taking care of you today." 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



His accent was foreign, maybe Swedish, Megan thought. He was attractive, too, and both girls couldn't wait to see if Samuel would be equally as hot. This, mused Sarah, could be one hell of a spa day. 

They grabbed a cup of tea and a plate of fruit each and followed Niklas to their private treatment room. Inside, it was more a suite, with their own, huge hot tub in one section, two massage tables in another, a rainfall shower area and a separate two-bench steam room. 

"OK," said Niklas. "Take a few moments to get comfortable, towels are over there. Then if you could enter the steam room so your pores can open up and start cleansing your skin. We have a light system which will flicker when there are five minutes remaining, then you'll need to get on the tables, face down, and we'll come give you your sugar scrub. If you need us, or have any questions, just press the intercom and we'll be happy to help." 

Niklas smiled as the girls gazed in awe at their luxurious surroundings. 

"Thanks, we can't wait to get started." Megan replied eventually. 

Niklas left them to it and, once the door was closed and they were alone, Megan and Sarah looked at one another as they took a final sip of their tea. 

"Let's do this." said Megan, taking Sarah's cup and laying them both down on a table. 

Stepping over to the steam room, Megan let her robe fall over her shoulders, looking back at Sarah as she removed it completely and hung it on the hook by the glass door. Her bare ass, already damp with sweat, shone like a beacon as she kicked off her slippers and stepped into the steam, her body framed in the doorway as the steam enveloped her like a superstar stepping out onto an arena stage. 

"Come on." Megan called back to Sarah. 

Sarah took a moment to take in the stunning silhouette before her, then disrobed and followed Megan inside. 

Megan was already lying on the top bench, one knee bent, an arm laid across her belly as the other hung casually off the side of the bench. She gazed at Sarah as she entered. 

"Come talk to me." Megan murmured, dreamily. 

Sarah had a decision to make. She knew she had to go to the lower bench but, if she sat beneath Megan's head, they would be dangerously close and their urges might overwhelm them. If she sat at the other end, below her parted legs, then Sarah would be staring directly at Megan's pussy the whole time they talked and, even with the steam to hide the delicious sight, it could still prove fatal. 

She opted for the former, leaning back on her elbows and forcing her breasts to stand up. 

"So, what were you asking me before?" Megan purred, tilting her head back, lazily. "About my secrets?" 

"You were teasing me." Sarah replied. "Hinting at some naughty history, some hidden habits you may not have shown us yet." 

"Use your imagination, honey." Megan suggested. "What do you think I could mean?" 

"I have all sorts running through my head right now." 

"Yeah? Tell me." 

"Well you're a strong woman, someone who knows what she wants." 

"Uh-huh." 

"So I'm thinking maybe you like a bit of domination?" 

"Really- go on." 

"Bondage, maybe a little S&M? It's what you kind of hinted at, back there." 

"I like the sound of that." 

"I am picturing you in a Catwoman outfit right now, with a whip." 

Sarah lashed her arm out, trying to make the sound of a cracked whip. 

"Does that turn you on?" Megan laughed. "Me in all that leather? With the whip? Or both?" 

"Well you could totally pull off that look, honey." 

"You think so, huh?" 

"And I got three hundred bucks to spend, remember?" 

"We could go shopping- and this is Vegas..." 

"I think John might have a stroke if he saw you like that," Sarah laughed. "I might, too." 

Even in the steam, Sarah could feel herself go redder. 

"It's not about the look, though, is it?" Megan ventured. "That can be sexy as hell, sure, but it's more about the control, right? Who has it, and who has to give it up. I've been in control more than a few times, and it's hot, but sometimes I like to give it up, too. To be submissive, letting someone else take over, be in charge, trusting that person, knowing they won't hurt you, but letting them do things to you that they've decided, and I don't get a say at all, like I'm just a slave...God, that can be so amazing-" 

"Last night was amazing," Sarah blurted out, too quickly. 

"It sure was," Megan replied, surprised at Sarah's sudden nervousness. 

Had she said something wrong? 

"That mirror, right?" Megan continued. "How hot was that? It was so fun watching you guys, I got turned on so bad, I couldn't stand it. And it looked like you were enjoying it, too...?" 

Megan turned on her side, her breasts now hanging over the edge of the bench, directly into Sarah's line of sight. 

"I'm having fun...with you." Sarah said quietly. 

"Which part, honey? The spa? The steam? The fucking last night?" 

"All of it, every bit. The show, the casino, dinner...and yeah, the fucking last night." 

"I'm glad," smiled Megan, "Because I've brought a few things with me to make sure the fun continues tonight. All night." 

She was laying fully on her side now, her head draped over the top of her arm, which dangled like pendulum just inches from Sarah's head. Stretching a little further, Megan began to massage the back of Sarah's neck with her fingers, Sarah's eyes closing in sweet abandonment at the lightness of Megan's touch. 

"Mmm, that's nice." Sarah sighed. "I am so looking forward to getting pampered. I really need it." 

"Sit up." Megan demanded. 

Sarah obeyed, silently, spinning her body around so her back was to Megan. When she was upright, Megan twisted herself round so she was sat directly above Sarah, her legs hanging down, resting either side of Sarah's chest, her heels gently brushing against her breasts. Then Megan reached down and began a firmer, deeper massage on Sarah's shoulders, her thumbs digging in to find every knot and pulse point. 

"Damn, you have good hands," Sarah moaned, the steam and heat allowing her to completely let go. "This is a-may-zing." 

Megan shuffled forward a little more so that her ass was perched on the edge of the bench. As she continued to massage Sarah, she felt a sudden charge shoot down her belly towards her pussy, which now sat just a few hot inches from the back of Sarah's head. If Sarah were to turn around now... 

"Lean your head back," Megan whispered. "Let me work on your shoulders in the front." 

Sarah did as she was told and felt the back of her head rest upon Megan's pubic mound. Even with the acrid dampness of the stream she could smell Megan's sweet cunt, the scent arousing her own wet pussy. 

Sarah arched her back and looked Megan straight in the eyes. 

"You have no idea how good that feels." she gasped. 

Above her, Sarah could see Megan was staring at her tits as drops of sweat began to form rivulets which snaked across her chest, forking either side of her luscious breasts as they heaved, rhythmically, to the dance of Megan's massage. 

Megan was transfixed as she watched Sarah's wet nipples glisten in the steam, the idea of folding her mouth around those hard, hot bullets almost too much for Megan to bear. She puckered her mouth slightly, the salt of her own sweat mingling with the imagined sweetness of Sarah's breasts on her tongue, then she made her hands do what her mouth could not, sliding them down Sarah's shoulders until they were kneading her tits. 

Megan hadn't asked permission, wasn't sure if she needed to, but it was like she wasn't in control anyway, like she'd been taken over by some wicked supernatural force which was going to molest and invade Sarah's body whether she liked it or not... 

But then Sarah turned her head and placed her mouth on the inside of Megan's thigh. She allowed her tongue to collect a few previous drops of Megan's delicious perspiration, before arching her neck right back and pushing her plump, open lips onto Megan's hot, wet pussy. 

"Jeez! Oh my god, baby-" Megan moaned, the sensation making her instantly pinch Sarah's nipples with an instinctive force. 

Rolling them between her fingers, Megan dug her nails in, causing Sarah to cry out with momentary pain but, as Sarah let her arms fall under each of Megan's legs, Megan knew she did not want her to stop. 

As she continued to pinch and pull at Sarah's breasts, Megan felt Sarah grab her thighs, pulling them apart so she could apply more pressure with her head against Megan's pussy. 

There was no mistaking what was happening, and wherever they were headed, it was too late to turn back. The rule before the trip had been that nobody was to be left out of the fun but, with John away playing poker, the two women had found themselves in a hopeless, inevitable situation. They were breaking their own rules, right at that second, but they both knew that neither wanted to stop. 

Megan increased the pressure on Sarah's nipples, taking them between each thumb and forefinger and pulling them away from Sarah's body. Pools of sweat had begun to form under Sarah's ass, causing her to slide and lose balance for a second as she reacted to the tortuous pleasure of what Megan was doing to her. 

"Fuck!" Sarah cried out. "Yeah! Jesus, yes! Pinch them, hurt me, Megan! Please don't stop! Oh Jesus!!" 

Sarah's hands were digging into Megan's flesh, trying to maintain her balance and enjoy what was being done to her at the same time. She couldn't deny it, the pain felt good, everything felt good, Megan molesting her, her mouth on Megan's hot, sweet cunt, and her own pussy enjoying the stirrings of a fire so explosive, Sarah wished that time could stand still. She was so turned on right now, she couldn't stand it... 

And then the lights flicked on and off, on and off. 

"No!" Sarah groaned. "No fucking way. Uh...uh, oh Jesus Christ..." 

She began to suck on Megan's pussy, harder, more urgent, but to her utter disappointment, she felt Megan's fingers release her nipples and her legs shift away from her. 

"They're gonna be here any minute." Megan whispered. "We have to stop." 

"No, please no." Sarah replied, almost in tears. 

She stared up at Megan, gorgeous, intoxicating Megan, with legs from here to the moon, still spread open before her, that beautiful dark pussy drenched in sweat and sex. Her tits were swollen, red and hot, just like her face, her hand resting dolefully on her thigh as though trying to calm the fire which was clearly bubbling away between her legs. 

Jumping down from the bench, Megan wiped a hand across the door of the steam room, looked out and, seeing nobody yet, stepped over to Sarah, pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the tiled wall, the brief coolness sending a shiver down Sarah's back. 

With no time to even speak, Megan pushed her body against Sarah's and kissed her deep and hard on the mouth, her tongue searching and probing, her hands pawing at Sarah's breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, as she kicked Sarah's legs apart and pushed their pussies together. 

Grinding her hips against Sarah's body, Megan reached one hand between Sarah's legs and roughly shoved two fingers up inside her. Sarah gasped hard, the thin oxygen sucked from her lungs as Megan began to finger-fuck her, hard and without mercy. 

"I want you thinking about this when we're lying on those tables and being scrubbed all over." Megan whispered into Sarah's ear as, with her other hand, she began pulling at Sarah's nipples once more. "Think about me licking your pussy, playing with your tits...fingering your cunt." 

Megan thrust up inside her again. She could feel Sarah's whole pussy pulsing, but she didn't want to drive her over the edge, just leave her wanting more. It was cruel, but Megan was in a cruel mood today. 

Withdrawing her fingers, Megan relaxed her grip on Sarah's tits and backed away with a light kiss on Sarah's lips. 

"They're here." Megan said, reaching outside the door for their robes. "I guess we'd better get on those tables." 

She left the room first, leaving Sarah to catch her breath and try to calm her throbbing pussy, wondering what the hell had just happened. 

Tub time 

Sarah was relieved beyond words that they started face-down on the tables. Her nipples were still fiercely aroused and would have been impossible to hide from Niklas the moment he started working on her. She also thought she reeked of sex, even though she had not climaxed in the steam room. She tried to control her breathing as Niklas circled the table, knowing that the more she panicked about 'discovery,' the more she would sweat out her guilt. 

But as Niklas began massaging the salt scrub into her back, all Sarah could think about was Megan's promises. She had flashbacks of the things Megan had done to her in the cabin, of how she'd masturbated in the shower the night before and then, just now, legs open in the steam room, Sarah's head buried in her pussy. Sarah longed for the scrub to be over because, with every touch of Niklas's firm hands, all Sarah could fantasize about was what Megan's hands would feel like doing the same thing. 

As she felt herself fall into a more relaxed state, Sarah's resolve weakened. Her hips began to rock ever-so-gently under Niklas's touch and her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched every time his fingers ventured near, as Sarah's subconscious drifted off into an abyss of Megan-desire. All she could smell, real or imagined, was massage oil, steam and sex. 

As Niklas reached her thighs, Sarah wanted desperately to let her towel slip from her ass and feel Niklas pull her legs apart and rub her clit. She wanted Megan to watch while he did it or, better still, get up off her own table and help Niklas attend to her. She imagined what his thick, strong fingers would feel like stroking her pussy and probing inside her, what his cock looked like and if he'd be too big to take inside her mouth. She wondered if he would let her and Megan go down on him together, or if he'd like to watch them as they... 

"Am I hurting you? Is this too much?" 

Niklas's voice snapped her cruelly back to reality. 

"You were arching your back there for a second," he continued. "I thought perhaps I was applying too much pressure? I can go lighter..." 

Don't you dare... was all Sarah could think of to say but, instead, she simply murmured her satisfaction. 

As Niklas was just about to dig in again, Megan turned to face her as her own therapist, Samuel, a gorgeous black Adonis, reached for more scrub. 

"You OK, babe?" Megan called over, smiling. "Maybe the steam was too much for you? I know you get a little light-headed from the heat." 

She winked at Sarah, who felt her whole body flush. 

"I'm fine, Megan, loving every second." Sarah replied firmly. "Niklas, keep going..." 

And she smiled teasingly back at Megan, before burying her head back in the bed and letting Niklas get back to work. 

At the end of the treatment, the girls were expertly wrapped in hot, soothing towels as the scrub and oils were given time to absorb deep into their skin. Turning them over onto their backs, both Megan and Sarah felt a slight dizziness, having lain in one position for so long - something Niklas had anticipated. 

"Just rest for a few minutes," he said. "And we'll bring you some refreshments. Then you may shower off, just toss the towels out to us, and feel free to jump in the hot tub whenever you're ready. Or you can just wait in here until it's time for your massage. Whatever suits you." 

He smiled his Scandinavian smile at both of them before he and Samuel left the room. 

"Oh, I feel so good right now," Sarah sighed, stretching her arms up behind her. "You are such a tease, Megan, with that whole thing about the steam room. I'm sure they were onto us." 

"I am not a tease," Megan protested. "Teases never make good on their promises. Have I ever not come through for you?" 

But before Sarah could answer, the men returned, Niklas carrying a tray of chocolate-covered fruit, sparkling water and more tea. Samuel flipped open a portable table and laid it beside the hot tub as Niklas laid the tray down. 

"OK, let's sit up slowly, girls..." he said, stepping over to help Sarah sit back up, as Samuel did the same with Megan. "No rush, take your time." 

The girls were led over to the rainfall shower where, once they'd stepped behind the curtain, they let their towels fall before throwing them over the top. 

"We will flick the lights when we are ready to come back in, in about thirty minutes." Niklas called over. "And we don't recommend sitting in the tub for more than twenty minutes at a time, to avoid overworking that beautiful skin we just gave you, so make sure you spend some time sitting out or cooling off in the shower, OK? There are robes on the hooks, and just buzz if you need us. Anything at all." 

"Thanks, guys!" Megan called, anxious for them to leave so their time alone could begin. 

After waiting for the click of the outer door to echo back at them, Megan turned to Sarah and smiled wickedly at her as she pulled them both under the steady stream of cold water falling from the shower head. 

"It's freezing!" Sarah cried out, stepping back from harm's way. 

"Then I guess I have to get you warmed up," cooed Megan, already helping herself to the streaks of oily scrub that fell in lines down Sarah's back. 

"This stuff gets everywhere." Sarah complained, as she let Megan begin to wash her. "It's in my hair, between my toes..." 

"And in the crack of your ass..." Megan interrupted, sliding her fingers between Sarah's ass cheeks. 

"Oh wow...oh..." Sarah moaned, pushing her ass out slightly so Megan could get better access. 

"Feel good?" 

"Feels amazing." 

Megan continued to wash Sarah's ass, slowly and rhythmically, as the water began to get hotter. 

"Here, let me return the favor-" Sarah offered, turning around to face Megan. 

She laid her hands on Megan's shoulders and began massaging the scrub in symmetrical circles. Then she reached for one of the soap dispensers on the walls and squeezed a pool into her hands, rubbing it up into a delicious, aromatic foam which smelled of lavender. 

Returning her hands to Megan's shoulders, Sarah began to draw her fingers down the front of her body, lingering on her breasts, cupping them in her wet, soapy hands and running her thumbs delicately across her nipples. 

Leaning into one another, Megan and Sarah kissed a few times as the water cascaded between them, their tits now pressing up against their bodies and their legs sliding up and down, entwined invisibly with one another, their hands and fingers caressing and stroking any space of the other's flesh they could find. 

Without a word, Sarah stepped back from Megan and gently turned her around to face the wall, directing her arms so her palms rested on the tiles for support. The stream of water began to flow in a straight line directly down Megan's spine, shooting off the piste of her ass, as Sarah knelt on the floor behind her. 

Soaping her hands even more, Sarah reached up and began kneading Megan's ass cheeks, probing even further between her legs to find her upper thighs, mere inches away from her juicy cunt. Megan responded by pushing her ass back into Sarah and shifting her feet apart so Sarah could get full access, but Sarah had no intention of delivering a prize just yet. 

Instead, and to Megan's complete surprise, Sarah smacked her on the ass, quite hard and with purpose, the wet 'thwack' echoing throughout the shower. 

"Oh wow!" Megan trilled. "Did you really just do that?" 

Thwack! Sarah smacked her again, loving how sharp the sound was, before shoving her fingers deep down between Megan's cheeks and poking the tip of her pinkie into Megan's asshole. 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



"Fuck...oh fuck!" Megan moaned, pushing back against the tiles. 

Sarah got back to her feet, turned Megan around to face her once more, then leaned in to take a mouthful of warm water before letting it trickle back out over Megan's chest. 

"Looks like you're all clean now." Sarah smiled. 

"Not for long." 

Megan grinned and placed one hand on Sarah's hip, the other on her shoulder. Looking her up and down, she watched for a few moments as the water bounced off Sarah's breasts and face, then Megan stepped forward and kissed her fully and passionately. Sarah responded immediately, their tongues searching and probing each other, their lips sucking and nipping at whatever they could get a hold of. Then they separated as they each went to work on the other's shoulders, necks, arms and backs, devouring wet skin as though they would never be satiated. 

"The tub..." Megan began to pant. "The tub, right now. Do what you want to me, use me, hurt me, whatever you want, baby. I'm yours. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me." 

Sarah didn't reply, but just turned off the shower and led Megan out in front of the curtain and over to the hot tub. 

"Get in." Sarah ordered. 

Megan obeyed, using Sarah's hand for support as she climbed the steps and then lowered herself inside. Seconds later, Sarah was down with her, pinning Megan against one corner, their mouths consuming each other once more. 

Megan leaned her shoulders over the edge to gain leverage as Sarah pressed hard upon her, the waves of the water almost tidal in their ferocity as their bodies splashed and thrashed against the sides. As Megan gasped for air, she felt Sarah's thigh slide between her legs and press forcefully against her cunt. Then, noticing the tray beside the tub, Sarah reached across and grabbed at a luscious red strawberry, dangling it from her lips in front of Megan's mouth. 

Megan's tongue darted out like a chameleon trapping a fly, eager to feast on the tasty treat. Swallowing the strawberry down in two, quick bites, Megan giggled as Sarah's lips found hers once more, her tongue licking the sweet, sticky strawberry juice from her lips. 

"How hot are you, baby?" Sarah purred, as she gazed into Megan's face. "Do you need cooling down? You sounded pretty wound up, back there, tight as a spring. Maybe this will help?" 

Sarah grabbed one of the ice-filled glasses and rested it on Megan's bare breast which sat perched above the water line. 

"Oh!" Megan cried, pushing her chest skywards. "Oh fuck that feels amazing!" 

Her nipple became instantly erect at the touch of the ice, and Sarah's eyes widened with desire at the sight of the beautiful, purple-red areola below her. Opening her mouth wide, Sarah took Megan's breast in her mouth, licking and sucking at it, before circling upwards and taking the teat in her teeth, biting at it, pulling at it, sending sensation after sizzling sensation rippling through Megan's body. 

The collision of hot and cold was almost too much for Megan to bear. All she knew was that she would probably do absolutely anything in the world for Sarah right now. 

"Fuck, oh baby, fuck! Oh...mmm...fuck me, oh please, please fuck me!" 

Megan was in agony, her desires focused on only one goal, to be sent on that orgasmic journey of the purest pleasure that only this woman could pilot. 

Responding to Megan's desperate plea, Sarah sank her teeth once more into her nipple, biting down hard, causing Megan to cry out so loud, they risked discovery. Then Sarah slid a cube of ice down Megan's chest, between her tits, and followed it with her hand as it slid and disappeared into the choppy water. 

Sarah's hand reached under the surface and pushed between Megan's legs, searching out her clit, the combination of her probing fingers and her thigh, which was still pressed firmly against Megan's pussy, causing Megan to arch her back, lifting her whole body out of the water. 

Using her elbows to support herself, helped by the natural buoyancy of the water, Megan opened her legs and let the fresh air wash over her soaking cunt, as Sarah moved into position beneath her, her hands cupping Megan's ass as Megan let her legs fall over Sarah's shoulders, Sarah's head now inches from her opening. 

Sarah allowed herself a few moments to drink in the pink beauty of Megan's flawless, juicy pussy, before sliding two fingers up inside her channel, pistoning them in and out between Megan's hairless lips as, with her mouth, Sarah set to work on Megan's clit. 

"Oh my GOD!" Megan cried, as Sarah's teeth began nipping at her swelling bud. "You've got to be kidding me, you are fucking kidding me right now!" 

Megan was thrashing about in the water, her hands gripped like vices to the side of the tub, as Sarah continued to finger-fuck her hard, two fingers turning to three, right up to the knuckle now, Sarah twisting them inside Megan until she knew she was hitting her G-spot every time. 

"Jesus CHRIST!" Megan panted. "Jesus FUCKING Christ!" 

Her legs contracted around Sarah's neck as she felt her orgasm begin to rise. 

"Don't stop!" she begged. "Oh Sarah, baby, please don't stop fucking me, no-one has ever fucked me like this before, I love it, I love it SO MUCH!" 

Hearing Megan love what she was doing to her turned Sarah on even more. She locked her mouth onto Megan's clit, coaxing it out, all swollen, red and hard, Sarah's teeth continuing to nip and pull at it, knowing it was driving Megan crazy. 

Determined to give her a double orgasm, Sarah listened to the sound of Megan's furious panting and settled her fingers into a similar rhythm, thrusting up inside her, three at a time and curving them back towards Megan's belly to make sure she hit her target. At the same time as she penetrated that fleshy, soft G-spot, Sarah also made sure to suck hard on Megan's clit, the two sensations already tearing Megan apart with their urgency. 

"I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!" Megan shouted. "Oh my fucking GOD, don't you fucking STOP! I wanna cum in your mouth! I'm gonna cum all over you, baby!! Don't stop! DON'T FUCKING...STO-...!!" 

Megan arched her back and pressed her cunt hard into Sarah's face as she felt a powerful rush of intense, impossible, excruciating pleasure flood out of her pussy. Her legs shook violently as they hung over Sarah's shoulders, Megan's clit and cunt exploding simultaneously with a fire she could actually feel was burning her insides. 

The water cascaded over the side of the tub as Megan gripped Sarah's face between her legs, wave upon wave of her orgasm seeping out of her, her juices mingling with the hot, foamy water as Sarah lapped at Megan's pussy, sucking up every last drop of her, Megan's cunt sore and throbbing as she felt her hands begin to lose their grip on the side of the tub. 

As her orgasm began to subside at last, Sarah felt Megan's body shudder, ripples of her come-down relaxing her muscles one by one as Sarah slowly slurped around Megan's clit, her tongue sliding gently between her bud and her opening, eager not to let any drop of Megan's clear, sweet cum escape her lips. 

Eventually Sarah lifted herself up and laid Megan's body back down in the tub, the gentle lapping of the water now calming and tranquil. 

"How was that?" Sarah whispered, kissing Megan on the mouth as her fingers began to probe Megan's slick pussy lips once more. 

"That-" panted Megan. "There are no words for that..." 

"That's because I haven't finished." 

"Wh-" 

But Sarah was already back on her knees, a hand thrust between Megan's legs, her fingers pressed against her clit, rubbing, rubbing... 

"It's too soon, it's too-" Megan protested, her cunt so sore and sensitive. 

"No, it's not-" Sarah countered, using her other hand to turn Megan's face to hers. "Look at me, look only at me." 

Megan surrendered to Sarah's orders and stared directly into her eyes as Sarah began to work faster, her thumb sliding back and forth over her clit, as two fingers thrust in and out of Megan's cunt and the other two probed her asshole. 

"Jesus!" Megan gasped. "Where the hell did you learn-" 

"Ssshhh!" Sarah commanded. "Just keep looking at me." 

And she did, Megan hypnotized by what Sarah was doing to her. 

Their faces were a hair's breadth apart as Sarah continued to fuck Megan, Megan's breathing becoming shallower, her clit aching, so painful now she was sure she could not come again so soon. 

But then, as she felt Sarah's pinky penetrate her ass and her thumb reawaken her clit once more, Megan's thighs felt weak and the sharp sensation of intense pins and needle began to shoot down her belly and head straight for her pussy. 

"Sarah, what are you- oh my god, oh my god, oh...my...GOD!" 

Megan was almost screaming now, a bolt of electricity thundering through her pussy. Her eyes remained locked into Sarah's, so close she could see her own reflection in Sarah's iris. 

"I'm gonna cum," she panted. "I'm cumming again! I'm cumming ag- oh Jesus CHRIST! Fuck me! Fuck ME! Oh FUCK ME, FUCK ME! FU...!!" 

Megan could not believe the intensity of what was happening to her, as her orgasm hit once more, intense, more powerful, more painful than anything she'd ever experienced. 

"No! No! No! I can't... I can't...oh fuck, oh my fucking GOD!" 

And she collapsed against the tub at last, her legs numb, her cunt numb, her whole body senseless and uncontrollable. 

They said nothing for a few moments, as Sarah stroked Megan's breasts and ran a hand the whole length of her body, from her neck, down her arms, over her hips and across her thighs to her knees. Up and down Sarah caressed her, bringing her down in the most heavenly way possible. Then she leaned in, scooped the limp, exhausted Megan into her arms and held her there, kissing her gently, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and then her mouth, as Megan struggled to get her breath. 

"Jesus, girl," Megan managed at last. "You're a witch, I swear to god, you cast a spell on me." 

"Does that mean only a Prince Charming can break it?" replied Sarah. 

"Well we both know one." 

"Yes, we do. But maybe this witch isn't done just yet" Sarah smiled wickedly. "Maybe this witch was merely showing you what she likes done to her?" 

"And if I am under your spell...?" 

"Then that means you have to do as I say." 

"I guess that's fair..." 

Almost Saturday Night 

Figuring that wet, oily hair would not be the sexiest look for their reunion with John, Sarah and Megan went on to a salon after their spa session to get a professional blowout, while John spent an extra couple of hours indulging himself in the casino. Cashing in his chips and heading back to the room, John felt about as relaxed as he'd been in months. This had already been an awesome trip and John still couldn't quite believe his luck, being in Vegas with two beautiful women. 

Kicking off his shoes and fixing himself a vodka from the minibar, John relaxed for another hour with ESPN, some European soccer and an old Michael Douglas movie until, just as his impatience began to get the better of him, he heard giggling outside the door and the unmistakable sound of a key card sliding into the slot. 

"Hey girls, how was the-?" John began, jumping to his feet, but the sight before him almost knocked him back down. 

Slinking into the room like panthers out for prey, Sarah and Megan sparkled as the light coming through the window from the Vegas skyline bounced off their skin and illuminated them in an almost heavenly glow. Although still dressed in her lived-in jeans and comfortable old t-shirt, John had never seen Sarah look so confident and sexy. Whatever had been done to her in that salon must have been magical, he thought - perfect hair, perfect make-up, perfect everything. And then something else hit him.  

Sarah read his questioning look before the words were even out of his mouth. 

"You like?" she asked. "Megan and I went a little... crazy. But it's cute, right?" 

Sarah gathered up her hair to show off the purple and pink stripes she and Megan had had put in, as Megan ran her fingers through her own. 

"It makes us both feel kinda hot," Megan purred. "Do we look hot, John?" 

John felt the familiar stirring of his cock hardening in his pants. The anticipation of the girls arriving back and now the sight of both of them obviously ready to play, was quickly becoming too much for him. 

"Damn," he replied eventually. "I just...wow. I love it. You two look so..." 

"Fuckable?" Sarah cooed, cocking her head innocently. 

"So. Damn. Fuckable." John repeated, mesmerized. 

The two women laughed as they raised their eyebrows to one another, Megan's hand now stroking the back of Sarah's neck. 

"Sorry we were so long, baby." Sarah continued. "I've been trying to get Megan to tell us what surprises she has in store for us tonight, but she won't play ball." 

"Really?" said John. "That's not very nice. Maybe we'll have to punish her for being such a bitch?" 

He laughed as he said this, stepping closer to them and sliding a hand around his wife's waist. 

"All she'd say is that she hoped we both slept well last night." 

"And why's that?" John asked, turning his attention to Megan. 

Megan looked to the floor, coyly, then lifted her head and leaned in to kiss John full on the mouth. 

"Because," she whispered, nipping at John's lip and pulling at his belt. "Neither of you are going to get much sleep tonight..." 

"And when does this fun start?" John murmured back. 

"Oh it starts right now, honey." Megan replied, smiling at Sarah, who stepped in for a group cuddle. "Because I don't think either of you will be able to last much longer without exploding." 

The two women kissed one another before Sarah leaned in to John and removed his undone belt with a swift, smooth yank, his fly buttons popping open in her other hand. 

"So here's the thing..." Sarah breathed into his ear. "Megan and I, we just spent a lot of time and effort on looking our best for you, our hair, our make-up, we know we look so hot, so what was it? Fuckable?" 

She looked right at John as she spoke, his breathing already short and shallow. 

"Mmmm?" 

"So we don't want all that work to get ruined before we go out, right?" 

"Uh-huh, I guess..." 

"But if you do as you're told, your aim is good and you ask us really nice..." Sarah was biting his earlobe now, the thrill already killing him. "Then we'll let you cum on one of us." 

Sarah snaked her hands under his briefs and began to masturbate John's hot, throbbing cock. 

"Oh Jesus..." he murmured. "God damn!" 

He felt her hand enclose itself around his large, mushroom head before releasing him from the confines of his pants and going to work on him, her fingers squeezing and pumping him eagerly, passionately. 

Megan leaned in and slid a leg between John's, spreading them open and pushing her thigh against his rock hard balls. 

"Better hurry up and decide who's going to be the lucky girl, John," she smiled, pushing even further into him. "Or those pants are going to get awfully sticky." 

John could not believe what was happening or how quickly it had happened, but he knew he didn't have much time to sort himself out. His cock was impossibly hard now, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd become aroused so swiftly. 

"Megan-" he panted. "Please, oh God, uh-uh- oh... Megan, Megan, I want to cum on your tits, Jesus, oh Jesus-" 

With a choreography so swift and faultless it was like she'd done it a thousand times before, Sarah slid behind John and reached around so she could jack him off in front of Megan, who had now dropped to her knees in front of him. Thrusting her chest out so John could see the unmistakable outline of her tight, black bra against her white t-shirt, Megan looked up into John's face with an urgent desire. 

"I'm right here, honey," she whispered. "You can cum on me, you can cum all over my tits, John. I'm dying to feel you all hot and sticky on my breasts." 

Sarah continued to jerk his cock hard and fast with one hand while, with the other, she stroked John's hips and the inside of his thigh, brushing her fingers against his hard, hanging balls. Snaking a nail down his patch of dark, pubic hair, she could tell John was struggling to contain himself. 

"Go on, baby," she urged him. "Look at those delicious tits, they're so beautiful, aren't they?" 

"Mmm-hmmm." 

"You can shoot all over them, they're waiting for you." 

"I can see how turned on you are-" Megan said quietly, squeezing her tits between her hands, the crevice of her cleavage pushing over the V-neck of the t-shirt. "Look at me, look how big and juicy my tits are." 

Megan circled her nipples with her fingers. 

"Oh Jesus-" John moaned, as her nipples became erect, pushing against the shirt. 

"Cum on her, John-" Sarah demanded, her hand working his cock faster and faster. "I can feel how ready you are, don't hold back, your beautiful big cock needs to cum over her gorgeous big tits-" 

"Give me what I want, John! Give it to me!" Megan cried, her head thrown back, her tits heaving even further up towards him. 

"She's begging you, baby, she's dying for your hot, sticky cum to shoot all over her-" 

John leaned in as he felt the rush of his orgasm thunder down his cock. Aiming his shaft directly over Megan's chest, Sarah pumped and pumped, her hot breath washing over John's hips as she worked him, her eyes wide with wonder at what was about to happen in front of her. 

"Yeah, come on, baby!" Megan grinned, John's reddening cock just inches her from face. "I need you to cum on me NOW!" 

And, right on demand, John let out a deep, guttural groan as he thrust his hips forward and jets of hot, creamy cum exploded over Megan's clothed tits. Sarah held him firm as she directed the spray left and right, covering Megan's t-shirt entirely as she pushed her breasts up towards him. 

"Oh yes, baby, oh God yes!" Megan moaned, sliding her hand over her sticky t-shirt. "Cum for me, cum for me!" 

Her fingers pushed down inside the shirt so John could see her bare flesh glistening and shining as Megan coated herself in his hotness. 

"Mmmm-oh-mmmm, oh fuck!" John breathed, as he let Sarah squeeze every last drop from his huge, purple head. She let a few drops hang from her fingers before kneeling down and inviting Megan to lean forward and lick them clean, which she did, hungrily. 

"Oh you taste so good," Megan smiled at John, before she and Sarah began kissing each other, John's cum sliding between their lips. 

John watched in wonder, content to lean a hand on Sarah's shoulder to support his weak, unsteady legs as the two women got it on in front of him. 

"Goddamn it," he panted. "That was so fucking hot. You two are so fucking hot!" 

Pulling the drenched shirt over her head and standing back up, Megan pushed her damp tits directly at John, the black lace bra sodden and warm. She kissed John and gave his cock a little squeeze. 

"The night is young, baby," she breathed, teasingly. "And you have no idea what I have in store for the both of you..." 

Sushi 

Plate after plate of sushi arrived at only a slightly faster pace than the cocktails, leaving the trio buzzed, fed, and fabulous. John's velvet jacket, jeans, and crisp white shirt gave a sexy nod to a Rat Pack crooner, but had a modern style and sensibility. A pair of trademark black biker boots gave the look an edge that both women loved. 

Megan had opted for a purple sequined dress that revealed a delicious amount of thigh but left nothing to the imagination where her breasts were concerned. The perfectly-fitting bra and a generous neckline turned her already-stunning D-cups into a pair of weapons she knew neither John nor Sarah would be able to resist. As she'd hoped, John had spent the evening so far simply staring at her ample assets while Sarah, she knew, was probably imagining what it would be like to nuzzle her face in Megan's chest between bites of her plump tuna rolls. 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



Sarah was wearing a lilac dress which complemented Megan's choice and matched her in the sequin count. Sarah's legs, however, looked twice as long as Megan's, as her dress was cut to a dangerously inappropriate level...almost. 

It was clear that both women had collaborated on their wardrobe choices, not just to coordinate fashionably, but also to accentuate their individual assets, and there wasn't a man in Vegas who didn't think that John was, at that moment, the luckiest man in town. 

"OK, I am officially stuffed," said John, pushing away a lobster roll. "I can keep drinking, though." 

They all clinked glasses before taking a synchronized sip of their cocktails, Megan sucking the olive from her toothpick with a cheeky, sensuous glint in her eye. 

"So, we've done the show, the casino and the spa..." she said, "What do we do now?" 

"We thought that was your department?" Sarah replied. "Don't you have everything planned out?" 

"Yes I do...for later." 

"I want it to be later, right now." John smiled, playing footsie with Megan under the table. 

"Well first of all, I think we should slow down on the cocktails," said Sarah. "I don't want anyone getting drunk on me tonight." 

"You're a killjoy." John laughed. 

"Actually, she's the opposite." Megan said. "She's making sure we're all on form for some proper joy, aren't you, honey?" 

Megan ran a hand over Sarah's thigh, feeling how hot her skin was under the short hem of her dress. 

"OK, so until Megan decides to indulge us," John offered. "Let's play it by ear. I'm game for anything." 

"Well we know that..." Megan laughed. 

"I have an idea." said Sarah. "John, how much did you make on the poker table?" 

"Around $900, give or take." he answered. "Why?" 

He could already see the wheels working in his wife's devious mind. 

"Well, with our combined winnings, we have well over a grand to play with." Sarah said. "But let's not give it back to the casino-" 

"What about a strip club?" 

"I am not giving our money to Kandy Kane, Diana Drawers or Lola Luscious!" 

"You're no fun." 

Sarah gave John a playful slap. 

"Look," she said, leaning in to Megan. "This place is full of amazing stores, right?" 

"Go on-" 

"Well, I did bring something to put on...later...but now I'm thinking that I want to...try something different. Agent Provocateur is just around the corner..." 

"Now you have my attention." John smiled, looking from Megan to Sarah and back again, already imagining what they'd both look like in stockings, a garter belt and crotchless panties. 

"So how about it, baby?" Megan asked. "You want to take us girls shopping?" 

She felt Sarah's hand slide further up her thigh, heading for her pussy, which was already tingling in burgeoning anticipation for the night ahead. 

Back at the hotel 

Sarah checked herself one last time before coming out of the bathroom. Megan and John were kissing on the bed but both paused as Sarah strode confidently back out to join them, her sleek, stiletto heels clicking on the hard floor. Putting her hands on her hips, Sarah stood over her husband and playmate and waited for them to fully drink in the sight before them. 

"Fuck. That's hot!" gasped John. 

"Damn right," Megan agreed, sitting up slowly. "Sarah, you are smoking!" 

Sheer black stay-up stockings ran the length of Sarah's perfect legs, accentuating a bare patch of skin at the top of her thighs. She followed John's eyes as his gaze ran the length of them until they rested on a trio of black straps which lay across her hips, holding in place the small patch of fabric covering her pussy. The thong was a black matte triangle which screamed "pull me off and fuck me!" but there was even more to the outfit than this initial erotic thrill. 

Turning their attention to Sarah's tits, John and Megan let their mouths hang open as they lingered on the two black floral pasties hiding her nipples, the only adornment on her otherwise naked torso. Sarah's slightly-open lips, glistening in a thick, sticky-wet, crimson crescent, smiled back at them as she pushed out her tongue and licked her lips, suggestively. 

With no words spoken, Megan and John rose in unison and stepped over to Sarah, their hands already roaming, exploring her warm body. Sarah closed her eyes, not caring whose hands wandered where, she simply wanted to enjoy the delicious feeling of being desired by - at that moment - her two favorite people in the world. 

She wanted to be worshiped. 

After a minute or so, Megan took a step back. 

"Don't stop, either of you," she said quietly, grabbing her bag and heading to the bathroom. "I have a surprise, for both of you...and if I don't do this now, then I just won't make it. I am so fucking turned on right now!"  

"What do you think she has for us, honey?" Sarah purred, as the bathroom door closed and John continued to fondle his wife. 

"I don't care, baby." John replied, already lost in his desire. "But, hell, I have never seen you looking so fucking hot. I want to- I want to...God I want to fuck you so hard right now, oh my GOD!" 

He began nibbling on Sarah's shoulders as his hands sought to touch every inch of her already hot, damp flesh. Sarah reached behind him and grabbed a handful of ass to pull him closer. 

"Baby, why are you still dressed?" she demanded to know. "Get your clothes off, now. I want to see you naked, I want to see that magnificent cock, I want to see what I'm doing to you, feel how much you want me." 

John had heard similar rushed tones from his wife before, but this time she was more commanding, more authoritative than he'd ever known her. He wasn't sure his cock could swell any further, but her orders were making him as hard as granite. 

His clothes were off in record time. 

"Stroke it, baby." he asked. "Give it a squeeze for me. I want to feel your hands on my cock." 

But, instead, Sarah cupped her hand under his balls and used her longest finger to reach back and tap teasingly against the rim of his asshole. 

"You're not in charge right now." Sarah growled, as John felt his legs give way. 

Her timing could not have been more perfect. 

Just as Sarah began pushing her finger inside him, Megan re-entered the room and walked straight over to John. She was butt naked from head to toe, save for the huge, purple, silicone cock which sprang up between her legs, sitting snugly in the harness which was strapped around her hips. 

"Holy shit..." John whistled, as his hand fell immediately to his own cock and he began pumping himself furiously. 

Beside him, Sarah felt a sudden urge to get on her knees in front of Megan, but her desire for control overrode the impulse. 

"Hey," she snapped at John, swatting his hand away from his cock. "Who gave you permission to play with yourself?" 

John stared at his wife as Megan smiled and stepped closer. 

"And you-" Sarah continued, turning to Megan and nodding at the strap-on, "Who is that for? Is this a surprise for me? For John? For...both of us?" 

John groaned, wondering how he was going to stop himself from cumming on the spot. 

"Oh, honey..." Megan trilled, sidling up beside Sarah. "This is for you, it's all for you..." 

She took Sarah's hand and laid it on the hard, purple shaft. 

"Just tell me what you want me to do with this big, hard, bad boy." Megan went on, using her hips to slide the dildo in and out of Sarah's fingers. "Do you want to know what it feels like to have two cocks inside you? Do you want me to fuck you the way John fucks you? I can fuck your mouth, your cunt, you perfect, tight little ass...just tell me, baby, whatever you want. I can even take it off if you want to eat my tasty, wet pussy. Huh? Tell me, baby, tell me all your desires..." 

"Come here." Sarah growled back, gripping the dildo even more firmly as Megan moaned beside her, as though she could actually feel the sensation through her new appendage. 

"I have something for John, too." Megan whispered. "Will you let me give it to him?" 

Sarah looked at John, whose expression told her that he was absolutely desperate for his wife to say yes. 

"I'll allow it." Sarah replied, her face haughty, her nostrils flaring, loving how dominant she felt. 

John looked eagerly to Megan, who rolled her tongue around the inside of her cheeks before grabbing John's hand and leading it to her backside. Guiding him directly between her ass checks, she let John push a finger further in until it touched the unmistakable tip of a butt plug. 

"I've had this in since dinner," Megan smiled. "I can't tell you how...turned on I've been all night with this pushed all the way up inside me. I was sure you could see it in my ass every time I stood up." 

"You naughty girl..." was all John could think of to say. 

He pushed against it, causing Megan's hips to thrust forward, jabbing the silicone cock into the air. 

"Sarah," said Megan, "I think John is fantasizing about fucking my ass right now, what do you think?" 

"Well you might be a naughty girl, Megan," Sarah replied. "But I think my husband is also a very naughty boy." 

"Can I give it to him?" Megan asked, genuinely wanting Sarah's consent. "Can I give your baby what he wants? It's up to you, Sarah, everything is up to you tonight." 

Sarah looked to John, his eyes wide and pleading. 

"Do you want to...fuck...Megan's...ass?" she whispered in John's ear, drawing each word out deliberately and slowly. 

"Fuck YES!" John cried back. 

"Then ask me properly. Where are your manners? Ask me properly if you can fuck Megan's ass!" 

Every time she raised her voice to him, Sarah felt the power sweep through her body. She was in brand new territory but she already felt so at home. She didn't know how far to push things, but she did know she could not stop now. She was on some kind of sexual autopilot, loving how her instincts were driving her own desires. 

"Please..." John whimpered, his cock impossibly hard and beginning to get sore. "Please will you let me fuck Megan's ass? I want that, I want it so bad, I'll do anything you want, baby, if you just let me do that..." 

Sarah smirked, then took a hand each from John and Megan and led them over to the bed. As her legs touched the edge of the mattress, Sarah fell backwards, which was all the encouragement Megan needed, sliding between Sarah's knees, the purple dildo smacking against Sarah's pubic mound. John crawled up onto the bed and came round to the side to begin kissing his wife. 

On all fours now, as Sarah lay below him, John watched as she broke the kiss and slid two fingers into her mouth before pushing them between his legs and cupping his balls in her warm hands. Then he felt her wet fingers circling the ring of his asshole, teasing the entrance with her perfectly manicured nail. 

John made some rutting noise as he sank his head into the bed, using Sarah for support. 

"Bring your cock down here, John," Sarah ordered. "I want it in my mouth." 

By now, Megan had slid down Sarah's belly and was lapping at her cunt. She was desperate to eat as much of Sarah's hot, wet pussy as her mouth could take, and her hunger showed as she devoured Sarah's folds and lips with a loud, greedy sucking sound. 

"Oh Jesus, Megan," Sarah moaned, "God that feels so damn good, but I want that purple cock inside me, I want you to fuck me hard with that thing, you hear me? Put it in me, Megan, fuck me with that beautiful, purple cock!" 

Sarah was conducting the orchestra for her pleasure alone. At this moment, she didn't care if either of them were enjoying this as much as she was. This was about Sarah's desires, Sarah's needs, Sarah's fantasies, and she was fucking loving it. 

Above her, John lowered his hips and dipped his cock into her mouth to get it all slick and wet. Pulling it back out, Sarah began to give him a sloppy hand job as she prepared the rest of her body for Megan. 

"Make me cum, baby," she glared at Megan. "Fuck me so hard with your gorgeous purple cock that I cum again and again." 

Sarah went back to sucking on John's shaft, keeping a tight grip as she licked and blew her heart out, her crimson lips shining brightly around his thick girth, John's face lost in the ultimate pleasure of seeing his wife so happy underneath him. 

Sarah's body writhed upon the bed as John fucked her face, and he could sense, but not see, the moment when Megan penetrated her with the dildo. Sarah's mouth suddenly opened and she gasped, hard, sucking as much air into her lungs as her chest would allow, releasing John's cock from the warm confines of her deep throat. 

Knowing his own treat from Megan was yet to come, John reluctantly lifted his cock away from Sarah's mouth, fighting his own primeval urge to keep face-fucking her until he exploded over her, instead moving down beside her so he could assist Megan in giving her the ultimate orgasm. 

Ripping one of the black, floral pasties off one of Sarah's nipples, John felt a ripple of pleasure as she yelped in slight pain, before using his tongue to trace the dark skin of her beautiful areola and taking her breast almost whole in his mouth. Lapping at her nipple, John suddenly sucked in hard, creating a delicious vacuum around her tit, which he pulled up away from her with his mouth. 

"Oh Jesus!" Sarah cried out. "Oh my fucking God, both of you!" 

She drifted off again as, on top of her, Megan was getting into her rhythm, sliding the huge, purple cock slowly in and out of Sarah's cunt, loving how the dildo glistened with Sarah's juices as her pussy lips struggled to stretch wide enough to take it all in. Opening, closing, opening, closing...the wet squelch of the fake cock being thrust up inside Sarah sending a bolt of excitement down into Megan's own cunt. 

"You like that, baby?" Megan asked, thrusting her hips a little more with every syllable. "Is this good for you? Do you like how I'm fucking you? This cock is so goddamn big, I'm not sure you can take it all?" 

In answer to Megan's query, Sarah merely hoisted her knees back and spread her legs even further as John continued to suck hard on her tit, the spasms of pain shooting through Sarah's chest as her pussy grew sorer and sorer. 

"I can take it...I can take it..." Sarah panted, her head pressed back into the bed. 

"You sure, baby?" Megan asked again, "Because this cock wants to rip you in half, honey, it's a beast." 

Megan began fucking Sarah harder, her hips grinding against the inside of Sarah's thighs, almost lifting her body from the bed. As she hammered into her for the hundredth time, Megan stepped things up a gear and reached down to flick Sarah's throbbing clit with her finger, before mercilessly squeezing it hard, causing Sarah to cry out in an excruciating mix of pain and sweet, sweet pleasure. 

"FUCK! That's it! That's it! Don't stop, don't stop! Fuck my pussy, Megan! Fuck my hot, horny pussy until I cum and cum, I order you to fuck me, fuck me, FUCKMEOHJESUS!" 

Both Megan and John started going in harder, keen to keep this symphony of sex playing sweetly for Sarah. 

"We're gonna make you cum, baby..." Megan was panting. 

"Yes! Yes, make me cum and cum!" Sarah screamed. 

"Your cunt looks so hot right now," John was saying between breaths, as he continued to eat Sarah's tits. "I love watching Megan fuck you like this." 

"YES!" Sarah continued to pant, "Don't you fucking stop, either of you! Fuck, FUCK! YES! YES! YES! THERE, OH RIGHT THERE, OH FNNN...!" 

Sarah's head flipped up from the bed as the veins in her neck tensed and she froze, momentarily, before allowing her climax to engulf her completely under Megan and John's expert direction. 

"I'm cumming, oh God I'm cumming! YES! KEEP...IT...GOING...OHHH...MMMMM!" 

A seismic spasm shot down through Sarah's entire being as Megan rammed the dildo high up into her, almost to her throat, as her fingers simultaneously squeezed and rolled Sarah's clit, the force of her orgasm turning her body into a rag doll as wave upon wave of delicious, warm, hazy loveliness flooded between Sarah's legs and her heart began to pound like a sprinter. 

Slowing their assault, Megan and John each gripped one of Sarah's legs, steadying her on the bed as her climax began to subside. It was clear she was in an entirely different dimension right now, a dimension the others wanted to inhabit, too, as their own desires began to redline with an animal urgency. 

Megan slid the massive, purple cock out of Sarah's cunt and let it slap against the inside of Sarah's thigh, her juices feeling raw and wet against her hot skin. Hovering between Sarah's legs, Megan rested her elbows on Sarah's knees and nodded to John. 

"Hey, honey," Megan whispered to him, "The lube's on the nightstand. My ass is so hot and horny right now, I need your big, bad cock inside me." 

John didn't need to be told twice. Eager to receive the treat he'd been promised, he kissed an exhausted Sarah with a quick "I love you" before sliding off the bed to grab the lube. 

Megan leaned down so she was practically lying on top of Sarah's spent, prone body. The dildo rubbed against Sarah's pussy and she felt a mini-orgasm shoot itself down between her legs as her hotness enveloped her. Feeling Sarah's extra pleasure, Megan kissed Sarah gently on the cheek, their faces staying inches from one another as Megan shuffled slightly so she could push her ass back up towards John, who was now standing behind her. 

Parting Megan's ass cheeks, John's eyes widened as he saw the cheeky sparkle of a huge silver-encased jewel staring back at him from the base of the butt plug. His cock was still painfully hard, but John was so hypnotized by now, he couldn't help stroking himself a few more times as he lubed himself up and prepared to enter Megan, the prism of light from the jewel emanating from her backside, like a homing beacon calling the ship back to shore. 

John dripped a good amount of the lube, running his fingers between the plug and Megan's bare skin, Megan writhing pleasurably beneath his delicate touch. Then he began to pull out the plug, teasing her asshole as he played with easing it out and pushing it back in. 

"Mmmm..." Megan moaned, moving her ass to the rhythm of John's teasing. 

At last, John pulled the plug out all the way, a slight, hollow 'pop' echoing between her ass cheeks as it slid out with ease. Tracing a lubed finger around her opening, John pushed a finger inside her, feeling around, probing, exploring, loving how strong Megan's ass muscles clenched around his finger. 

Feeling this other, different fullness inside her, Megan groaned in utter pleasure as she buried her face in Sarah's neck, their breasts pushing against one another, soft and hot. Megan felt Sarah's hands slide warmly down her back, caressing her as John continued to finger-fuck her ass. 

"Please..." was all Megan could say, as Sarah and John nodded at one another, Sarah with a perfect view of her husband's engorged, angry cock as it hovered over Megan's beautiful dark asshole. 

"May I?" John asked, his attention on Sarah for a moment. "You have to say the word, baby. You have to tell me it's OK for me to fuck Megan's ass. Look at how beautiful it is, look how much my cock wants to fuck it, it's impossible for me to explain how much I want to fuck that hole right now. You've got to say I can, baby, please say I can?" 

John may have been a novice when it came to anal sex but, right at that moment, it was the center of his universe. 

Megan kissed Sarah deeply as John waited for the green light. 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway Pt. 02



"Say he can," Megan whispered, her hot breath washing over Sarah's flushed face. "Tell your husband he can fuck my tight, little asshole. Tell him he can hurt me, tell he can fuck me so hard I won't be able to stand it...tell him, tell him he can, Sarah." 

Sarah kissed Megan back, then slid her fingers down between Megan's legs, searching out her clit between the straps of the harness. Finding it quickly, she pinched the hard, pink bud, causing Megan to yelp with desire. 

"Yes," Sarah said at last, nodding to John. "You can fuck her in the ass, but I want you to look at me while you do it." 

"Yes, yes, I will..." John replied, so impatient now. 

He lined himself up to enter Megan as Sarah reached up and nibbled on her earlobe. 

"Do it now, John," Sarah ordered. "Push your huge cock into that tight, juicy asshole. Right now!" 

John did as he was told and slid himself slowly inside, Megan's sphincter tightening immediately as he teased her opening, not wanting to go right in too soon. 

"How does that feel, baby?" Sarah whispered into Megan's ear. "Is John putting his big, fat cock into your tight, naughty ass, Megan? Is that what you want, baby? Can you take John's big, hot cock up there? Or is your asshole too small to contain him?" 

Sarah was directing her dirty talk to Megan, but it was having the desired effect on John as well, his thrusting beginning to get faster as he felt Megan's ass relax a little more. He slid in and out, in and out, a little further each time, but not all the way, loving how her body felt enclosed around his soaking wet shaft. The plug she'd been wearing all day had made her hole more malleable, but she was still tight enough to give John a delicious tug every time he pulled out of her.  

After a dozen or so semi-thrusts, John felt ready to go all the way in. 

"Are you ready for John to fill you up, baby?" Sarah asked, her fingers squeezing Megan's clit even harder. "Are you ready to feel that massive cock in your throat, because that's what's gonna happen once he starts fucking you properly back there. He's gonna rip you in half, baby, do you want that? Do you want him to fuck your ass so hard you'll be begging him to stop?" 

"Yes!" Megan panted, her tits pushing into Sarah's body, her pussy on fire and her ass sliding on and off the tip of John's cock. "Oh God, fuck me hard, baby! I'm so tight and wet for you, I'm so fucking ready for your cock, it hurts already! Push that beautiful cock all the way in, John, I want to feel you inside me so bad, I need you all the way, baby! FUCK ME!" 

Megan groaned in desperation as she pushed her ass as far back as it would go, urging John to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Looking to Sarah, John took a deep breath, then gripped his hands into Megan's hips and rammed his cock all the way into Megan's ass, right up to the hilt, Megan crying out as every single atom of air was sucked from her lungs. 

"Is that it, baby?" Sarah asked, talking to Megan but her eyes fixed on her husband. "Is he all the way in? Is my naughty little hubby fucking you good? I bet it's hot, huh? I bet his cock is the biggest fucking cock you've ever felt in that dirty ass of yours, huh? Is it? Tell me!" 

Sarah's hands were roaming over Megan's body now as Megan leaned into her for support. 

"Fuck yes!" Megan screamed. "Oh John, JOHN! FUCK! God your cock feels sooo good, it's so HOT, so BIG, I can't STAND it!" 

"Your ass is so fucking tight..." John was panting, never moving his eyes from Sarah. "Oh Megan, my fat cock loves fucking your sweet little ass, it feels so amazing, so fucking tight, I could fuck your ass all night long." 

Megan began to feel the familiar waves of warmth spread slowly across her shoulders, down her back and towards her cunt and ass as, below her, Sarah was aroused by the rhythmic movement of the purple dildo sliding against her belly as Megan's body pressed further into her with every thrust of John's cock. 

Sensing the opportunity for some extra pleasure, Sarah took hold of the still-slick, wet dildo and, gripping the base, she slicked up her hand with her own warm juices before moving to Megan's mouth and thrusting three fingers inside. 

"You like how my pussy tastes, don't you Megan?" Sarah teased. "Do you want to taste it some more?" 

Megan began to drool as John continued to fuck her ass, her moans just about audible enough for Sarah to know Megan would do anything asked of her. 

"I'm going to let you taste my cunt again, Megan, I know you want it so bad. But first you have to make John cum." 

Megan was moaning into Sarah's fingers now, as John settled into a fast, forceful rhythm behind her. 

"Maybe this will help you both?" 

Sarah snaked her hands under the strap-on to find Megan's clit once more. Massaging it, Sarah went further and pushed her fingers up into her cunt, Megan's pussy muscles clenching instinctively around her. 

"Megan honey," Sarah said. "I want you to think about John's cock in your...ass. And my fingers in your...cunt. Can you still taste me on your lips, baby? It felt so hot when you were fucking me, that was one of my favorite fucks ever, my cunt's still so red and sore from the way you fucked me. I want you to cum for me, baby. I want you to cum so hard you'll be screaming in my ear. Just let it happen." 

Sarah continued to coax her friend as Megan began to buck uncontrollably, her hips pushing hard against John's cock as he upped his speed and began pounding into her ass like a triphammer, Sarah's fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt with an uncontrollable violence. 

"Come on, baby!" Sarah urged, her eyes on John. "Nearly there, come on!" 

John's white knuckles dug hard into Megan's hips as he rode her, his own cries animalistic, raw and totally without mercy. 

"I'm cumming..." he panted, short and fast. "Oh God I'm cumming. I'm gonna fill you up, baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up so fast you'll be choking on my cum." 

He began slamming into Megan so hard, his balls slapped against Sarah's knuckles as she continued to finger-fuck Megan's cunt. And then he erupted, his cock spurting wholly inside Megan's ass as he felt her whole body tremble with the force of what he was shooting up inside of her. 

"Oh God I feel you in my ass!" Megan cried. "I feel you in my mouth, I can taste you, oh JESUS!" 

And Megan's own orgasm exploded as she was driven over the edge by the sensation of both John's hot cum flowing inside her asshole, and Sarah's hard, wet fingers fucking her pussy. 

"Oh FUCK! OH FUCK, FU...!!" she screamed, her tits now swinging below her as she bucked and bucked and squeezed her pussy around Sarah's fingers. 

Sarah stopped fingering her and instead let Megan drip her juices down over Sarah's wrist as, behind her, John was still fucking Megan's asshole in short, sharp thrusts to ensure every ounce of his hot, sticky cum expelled itself inside her. 

At last, as Sarah gave Megan's clit a final, satisfied flick, Megan's orgasm subsided and Sarah let her collapse on top of her. Lifting his still-swollen, but spent, cock out of Megan's asshole, John took a moment to get his breath before slumping onto the bed beside Sarah and holding his softening shaft against her mouth. Sucking him dry, slowly, Sarah gazed lovingly into John's eyes and ran a hand through Megan's soft, damp hair. 

"I like being in charge." Sarah murmured, completely relaxed. 

"And we like you being in charge," John replied. "Right, Megan?" 

"Whatever you say, guys." Megan purred back, her pussy and asshole throbbing contentedly. "Because if that's what's going to happen next time we fuck, then I'm your number one fan." 

"So there's going to be a next time, then?" John inquired, eager to get the final permission from his newly-dominant better half. 

"Oh there's definitely going to be a next time," Sarah smiled, her hand wandering to her own, pulsing clit. "I'll make sure of that." 

Back Home 

"Thanks for meeting me like this. I appreciate it." John was sitting at a table at his favorite burger joint. 

Megan leaned in for a quick kiss and sat down across from him. She delicately traced her fingers around the edges of the menu. "I'm famished. Do you want to order? A burger, fries, and a coke sounds great." 

John ordered for the both of them. "So ..." 

"Yes? So, what's up, John? Everything OK with you? Sarah OK?" Megan leaned back and put her feet on the bench on either side of John. 

"Oh, yes. Sure. Everything's fine. I ... so, uhm, here it is. Sarah's birthday is coming up in a few weeks and we are going to have a barbeque party at the house. I want to invite you ..." 

Megan felt deflated but hoped it didn't show on her face. "OK ...?" 

"Well, I wanted to see if you want to come over for the party." He let loose a large, beaming smile. "And help us celebrate afterwards." 

"I think we'd all love that," as she slid her foot along this thigh. Her radiating smile easily matched John's. 

+++



The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway



"It just took me a while to realize that, well, that it's OK to want to do other stuff. It doesn't mean there's anything missing from what we have, it just means that there's different ways to have fun. As long as we talk about it, make sure we're on the same page, find the right person for both of us and it feels good, feels right. I don't know, I just-" 

"Baby," John interrupted. "You sold me." 

"You sure?" 

"If you are." 

"I am...and so is Megan." 

"Megan?" 

Now the faceless fantasy girl had a name, the reality was really hitting home to John. His cock was so hard now, he knew he'd either have to run to the bathroom to finish himself off, or pour a glass of cold water over his legs. 

"She seems...nice," said Sarah, oblivious to John's pain. "I liked chatting with her. She was funny and, well... we're meeting her for drinks, and maybe dinner...tonight." 

"Jesus-" sighed John. "You're killing me, here, you know that?" 

"But it's just to meet. I know that we're going to like her, at least, even if this doesn't go anywhere. I told her Nuestra Cocina, six-thirty. We'll get there at six, have a drink, feel it out, talk before she gets there. Worst case, we have a tequila and leave. Best case, we meet someone fun, have a great Mexican, and make more plans. But tonight is just a meet 'n' greet. No strings, no pressure, no big deal. What do you think?" 

"I think I'm gonna need a minute of alone time." 

Megan 

Sarah was already at a corner table when John arrived, straight from the office. The rest of the afternoon had been spent in a series of trips to the bathroom as his mind went into overdrive at the prospect of a long-held fantasy finally coming true. More than that, he realized just how much in love he was with his wife right now and, even if nothing happened from this meeting, the fact that Sarah was willing to expand their sexual horizons together was such a fucking turn-on, John didn't know how he'd be able to keep his hands off her all evening. 

"OK, so I ordered a pitcher of margaritas already," Sarah said, as John embraced her. "I figured at least one drink would be in order. How was the rest of your day?" 

She looked into his face, all doe-eyed and innocent. 

"How do you think?" John replied, as he noticed a slight shiver run down his wife's arm. She was nervous, he could tell, but so was he. "So, tell me what I need to know before this Megan gets here. Who is she? And what the fuck are we doing?" 

He smiled as he said this, Sarah casting an impatient eye around the bar for any sign of the margaritas. 

"OK, sure, Megan, she's, well, Megan, which I just told you, again. I don't know how old she is, probably a few years younger than me? She's in our 'range,' anyway..." 

Sarah signed some air quotes. 

"And she works for a 'design agency...'" 

More quotes. 

"She's a light drinker, no drugs, she's social, but not a party girl. No serious relationship right now and she's 'bored' of the dating scene. She likes women, but she hates the 'label of bi,' as she called it. She just likes people, new experiences and was interested in our ad. We talked for about twenty minutes and, well, I just liked her." 

"Female intuition?" 

"Let's hope." 

"What does she look like? How will she know us? Is she just going to walk up to every table and say 'Hi, threesome?'" 

"No, smart-ass. She sent a picture, blonde-brown hair, a little long, like below the shoulder. She's neither thin nor plump, just kinda cute and normal. Hard to really tell from a single photo but, you know, cute!" 

John was desperate to look at the picture but, just as the waitress brought over the margaritas, a girl, who had to be Megan, approached their table. She was all the things Sarah had described plus, John immediately noticed, the fact that she had a pair of killer tits - not breasts, but solid, D-cup, gravity-defying tits. She was a few inches taller than Sarah, about five-nine, and she was dressed in nice, tight jeans, modest heels and a sheer, blue, V-neck t-shirt. 

Sarah stood up and went to greet her with a big, open smile. 

"Megan? Hi, I'm Sarah. So you found the place OK?" 

They embraced like old friends and Megan took the seat opposite, offering her hand to John. 

"John, right?" she asked, eagerly, her eyes sparkling, her face a picture of genuine warmth. 

"Pleased to meet you, Megan." 

He could see right away why his wife liked her. The connection felt instant. She was cute, very cute, with a bubbly, confident nature, which made those around her feel immediately at ease. John could tell she was a little nervous, however, just like them, but she was in control of it, something which was turning him on already. 

Megan was eyeing the pitcher. 

"May I pour?" she asked, rhetorically. "I could definitely use a drink." 

Megan reached across and filled the glasses as John and Sarah exchanged a loaded glance. 

After thirty minutes of small-talk, basic information and niceties, Megan seemed keen to get down to business. 

"So, look," she said. "You two are a super-cute couple and I- I like the look of you, you seem connected, content, happy. So, why me? Or rather, what are you, you know, looking for?" 

Sarah was right on it. 

"We've had this fantasy about sharing with another woman," she said, plainly, much to John's surprise. "And, well, it just feels like the right time. And when we spoke, it felt...good, somehow. I just knew you were the one. I knew John would like you, and I knew it was a good idea to meet. Although-" 

Sarah took another sip of her drink. Courage. 

"Go on," said Megan. "It's OK." 

"Well I hate to make this sound like you're interviewing for a job, but I...we...need to ask you some really, uh, 'direct' questions?" 

"Fire away." 

"OK, so, er, have you been tested and... all that stuff?" 

"Clean as a whistle. I can show you the results. I'm a safe girl, a smart girl. I know what I'm getting into when I date. So yeah, I'm clean." 

She looked from Sarah, to John, and back again. 

"And you two?" 

"No problems here!" John piped up, a little too quickly. 

Megan laughed, the ice broken, tensions eased. 

"Great." she said. "Although I hope you don't mind if I ask for the papers from you, as well? I know, I know, buzz kill, right? But it's always best to get these things out of the way in the beginning. Helps everybody relax a little." 

John and Sarah nodded their assent. It was clear that Megan was way more experienced at this than they'd originally thought. 

Sarah leaned in to the table as John refilled their glasses. 

"So you've done this before, clearly," he said. "With another couple I mean?" 

"You mean like this?" Megan giggled, as she looked around them at the busy restaurant. "Meeting married couples for a pre-threeway interview? Actually, no, I can't say that I have. But I've done it a couple of times with my boyfriend and a girl we knew. Super-fun nights, both of them, although that first time was just awesome." 

Her eyes seemed to drift off as the memory came back to her. 

"Why was it awesome?" Sarah asked, intrigued. "Tell us, we want to know." 

"I think it was a chemistry thing, gotta have the chemistry, right?" 

Sarah and John smiled at one another. 

"But it was also about not rushing it." Megan continued. "That first night, we'd gotten home after a club and we stayed up almost until dawn. There was no hurry, no clock to watch, nobody had to be anywhere and we knew we could sleep in if we wanted. We were freer, just going with the moment, however long that moment was going to last, you know? But the second night, man, we all felt it, that impatience, that knowledge that the fun was coming to an end and we all had normal shit to get on with the next day, so we didn't enjoy it as much. We didn't allow ourselves to enjoy it, you know what I mean?" 

They did know what she meant. In fact, John and Sarah had already decided that Megan had passed the interview. Not just that, but they were both desperate to know when she could start. 

"So, look," Megan went on. "Provided you guys want to go through with this - with me, I mean, I'd want to, uh, get to know you a little better? What you like, what you expect, what you want..." 

"We're all ears." John replied. 

"Great, OK, so I've got this little game, I think you'll like it. I do it with prospective boyfriends, helps us decide if we're a good match or not, gets us all hot and bothered and, well, we'll see what happens from there. Sound good?" 

"Sounds perfect." Sarah agreed, squeezing John's leg under the table. 

"Basically it's a truth or dare, but without the dares." said Megan. "It goes like this - I state something I 'like' and, if anyone at the table likes the same thing, they take a drink. If not, they don't. Then it goes around the table and ends up getting really personal, really fast." 

"Let's do it," said John, signing to the waitress for another pitcher. 

"Right, I'll go first," said Megan. "Then Sarah, then you, John." She took a deep breath and smiled at them both. "I like...long, wet kisses." 

There was a pause, before they all took a slow sip of their margaritas. 

Megan nodded at Sarah. 

"OK, my turn." Sarah said. "I like...having my neck kissed." 

They all drank again, and Sarah looked to John. 

"I like..." he murmured. "...Blow-jobs." 

Sarah and Megan looked at one another. 

"Well you said it was going to get very personal, very quickly!" John protested. 

Sarah gave him a gentle kick. 

"OK, OK," John conceded. "A better statement would be, I like oral sex." 

They all drank. 

"Giving or receiving, though?" Megan shot back. "You gotta be more specific." 

"Both!" replied John and Sarah, in unison. 

Everybody drank again. 

"And I like big breasts," John continued, not caring whose turn it was. 

They all drank, as Sarah noticed Megan fixing her with her gaze. 

"I like...going down on a woman." Megan purred, her eyes never wavering. 

Both John and Megan drank, but Sarah lowered her head, her hands clasped on her lap. 

"I've, uh, never actually done that," she confessed. "So I don't know if I like it or not." 

Megan was smiling from ear to ear, something John noticed straight away. 

The waitress broke the awkwardness with another jug of margaritas, which John insisted the girls share. He also ordered tacos to keep them from getting smashed, as the game continued in earnest. 

They all drank to sex in the shower, screaming orgasms, talking dirty, hotel sex, watching porn, masturbating, masturbating in front of people, watching partners cum, blindfolding, being blindfolded, and being tied up. Megan and Sarah liked vibrators, giving hand-jobs, dressing up, role-play and having a finger in their ass when they cum. Megan went one further and confessed to loving anal sex; something else Sarah shied away from, although she did admit to liking 'some stuff back there,' now and again. Buzzed and already ridiculously hard, John had jumped in with "I like to see two women kiss." 

Everyone drank, as Megan leaned in towards Sarah and threw John a wicked smile. 

"You mean like this?" 

And she proceeded to give Sarah a long, hard kiss on the mouth, nothing wildly inappropriate, but enough to make John even harder and give Sarah a definite flush of desire. 

"Uh, yeah," John replied, as Megan pulled back and licked her lips. "Just like that." 

Sarah 's own answer was silent. She took a drink. 

After a time, the three of them settled into a comfortable ease, laughing and joking around like old friends. When Megan left briefly to use the bathroom, it was the first time John and Sarah had the chance to offer their appraisal. 

"She's great, baby," said John. "I totally get why you chose her." 

"I knew you'd like her. And so do I, a lot." 

"Look, this might be a bit fast, but I was thinking about what she said, about taking time?" 

"Uh-huh?" 

"Well you know that cabin we rented from Johnny, about an hour north of here? What if we did an overnight? Next weekend? I know it's empty because Johnny's had a cancellation; he's desperate for a taker. We could drop the kids at aunt Helen's, head up there, cook, hike, lounge outdoors, just have some fun...with her...with us?" 

Sarah chewed her lip for a moment, her mind racing, the margaritas and the heady atmosphere creating a buzz, which excited her more than anything she'd felt in years. 

"That's a great idea," she replied at last. "Let's ask her." 

Megan returned and sensed immediately that plans had been made. 

"Looks like you've been talking?" she smiled, sliding back into her seat. 

"We have." replied Sarah, placing a warm palm on Megan's hand. 

"What are you doing next weekend?" 

The Trip 

In the ten days between meeting Megan and heading to the country, John and Sarah could think or talk about nothing else but their trip. They got their tests, gave Megan the good news, and Sarah had met up with Megan a few more times, ostensibly for coffee but, unbeknownst to John, their burgeoning friendship had already become something quite close. On the morning of the trip, bags packed, route navigated, and large coffees filled, John and Sarah had picked up Megan at her apartment. 

"Sit up front." Sarah had offered, as Megan threw her bag in the back. "That way you won't feel like we're just driving you somewhere, like a passenger. We want you to feel as much a part of this experience as we are. Come on, jump in." 

Megan appreciated the gesture, and all the effort John and Sarah were making to make sure she was comfortable. She liked them both, Sarah particularly, and she couldn't wait to see where the weekend was headed. 

The trip was uneventful but, as they eventually drove through more heavily wooded areas, the sun poking through the dense trees at irregular intervals and the silence around them becoming more palpable, the three of them relaxed into a proper vacation mood. Stopping at a local market to pick up supplies, firewood and a few bottles of wine, it was only another ten minutes further up the narrow, windy roads before they pulled up to the cabin and John killed the engine. 

The 'cabin' was more like a proper house instead of the wooden, log variety. There were neighbors, but nothing visually or audibly close. For what this trio had planned, the place was as secluded as they needed. 

"John can get the bags," said Sarah, as she and Megan got out of the car. "Come in, I want to show you around." 

Sarah nodded to John as she led Megan inside the house. She liked the place immediately. It was rustic, with a big front deck area, two bedrooms (one with a king-size bed,) a deep bathtub easily big enough for two, if not three, and an imposing fireplace, which added to the cozy, intimate, feel. It didn't take long to unload and unpack, each of them keen to get on with their weekend. 

"How about we start with a hike, let Megan get her bearings?" John suggested, as he put away the last of the wine. 

"Sure, sweetie," Sarah replied, "But before we do, Megan and I have been talking." 

"I like the sound of that." 

"About rules." 

"Huh?" 

"Well, to make this weekend work for all of us, we need to establish boundaries." 

Sarah looked to Megan for back-up. 

"Just a few, though." Megan grinned. "But Sarah's right, it's important to know where the lines are." 

"OK, shoot." 

John shut the cupboard and leaned back on the kitchen counter-top, his arms folded, waiting to receive his 'instructions.' 

"OK, so number one," Sarah began, tentatively. "No doing anything...sexual...unless we're all present. That way, nobody gets jealous, or feels left out at any time." 

"Including us?" John inquired, flicking a finger between himself and his wife. 

"Including us." Sarah nodded, smiling. 

"Oh, OK." 

She couldn't tell if John was disappointed, but she agreed with Megan; everyone had to be included in the fun, otherwise the balance would be upset and nobody would be having any fun at all. 

"Two," Sarah continued. "Megan, you're not a guest here, you must treat this place as yours, as much as we will. Do what you want to do, when you want to do it. Help yourself to anything, don't ask, just do what suits. Agreed?" 

"Sure thing." Megan smiled back. 

"Three...well, three and over we just figure out as we go along, I guess." 

John unfolded his arms and winked at both girls. 

"So, can we do that hike, now?" 

Sarah hit him playfully on the arm. 

"Get your boots on, country boy..." 

She followed John into their bedroom to change for the hike, but were surprised when Megan came in to change with them. It wasn't a bad thing, certainly, although watching Megan unbutton her jeans and kick off her sneakers in front of them, was hard to ignore. 

"This is OK, right?" Megan asked, feeling the attention upon her. "Me in here..." 

"Totally!" John replied, quickly. "It's absolutely OK!" 

Megan stripped down to her underwear and removed her bra as she fished out her sports top and a pair of shorts. Although trying to act cool, John and Sarah could not help but stare at Megan's beautiful body. She turned around to face them, her breasts full and heavy and perfectly-formed. 

"Hey guys," she said, taking a step closer to both of them. "I'm really looking forward to having some fun with you today. Let's work up a bit of sweat, huh?" 

She leaned in, embracing them, one in each arm, her tits pressing in among them, before she stepped back, finished dressing and disappeared into the kitchen to fill some water bottles for their hike. 

Glancing at her husband, Sarah stroked his arm, then let her hand wander down to the bulge already growing in his pants. 

"Easy, tiger..." she whispered, squeezing him gently. 

"Tell me you're not wet right now." John replied, trying his best to control his urges. 

"I'm not wet right now." 

Sarah changed quickly and left John to finish up. He grinned after her. She was a terrible liar. 

The Hike 

The terrain wasn't strenuous but it was disorienting and, after a couple of hours chatting, laughing, and general oblivion about where they were actually going, they realized they should perhaps head back. 

"I'm pretty sure I can retrace our steps," said John, as he and Megan turned around and began to make their way back down the track. 

"Wait a second," Sarah called out, still stood on the spot. "We're pretty secluded back here, and this is our special weekend..." 

She walked slowly down towards John, placed her hand firmly upon his crotch and squeezed. 

"Why don't we have a little fun before we go back?" 

She leaned in and kissed him, her hand beginning to massage his growing erection through his shorts. John slid his hands around her waist and began kissing her back, hard and hot as Megan, knowing she did not need an invitation, moved next to them and guided them all to a thick tree just off the side of the track. 

"How's this, baby?" Sarah whispered, teasingly, her hand moving faster and firmer over his covered cock. "Out in the open, broad daylight, with two women just waiting to service your every need. A hiker, a neighbor, anybody could come by at any minute. I just don't know how much time we have? What do you think, Megan? Do you think we have time?" 

Megan stepped closer to John and pinned him against the tree. 

"I don't know Sarah," she growled. "We may have to be quick. I mean, what would someone say if they saw me doing this...?" 

She turned Sarah's face to hers and locked her lips onto Sarah's mouth. 

"Or this...?" 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway



Then she went to John and ran her tongue along his lips before sliding it inside his mouth, probing, searching. 

As Megan continued to kiss them both, John reached down and began unbuttoning his shorts, desperate to free his cock. Megan and Sarah then pulled away and began making out against the tree as John watched, his hands still fumbling with his shorts, cursing himself for not choosing the zippers. 

Sensing his frustration, Megan reached across and tugged at John's shorts, pulling them down over his butt, Sarah's mouth still upon hers, their kissing now urgent and frantic. Now stood in his underwear, John felt Megan's hand upon him, pushing at his bulge, as she pulled her mouth away from Sarah's and began kissing her neck and collarbone instead. Sarah had her head thrown back in a lazy contentment, loving how Megan's hot breath felt upon her neck. 

"Mmmm," Sarah moaned, "That feels so good..." 

Seeing how in control of the situation Megan was, John was happy to just stand there, Megan's hand brushing delicately over his covered cock, watching as his wife surrendered to Megan's delicate caresses and kisses. As Megan's attentions intensified, Sarah grabbed Megan's ass and pulled her even closer, before opening her eyes and staring at John. 

"Is this hot, baby?" she asked. "How are you doing over there?" 

She looked down at his cock, his erection growing even larger under his briefs as Megan worked him. 

"I'm doing real good, honey, I just need a little, a little-" 

But before he could finish, Megan face was on his, kissing him with the same passion she'd shown to Sarah, but it was short-lived. Megan already had her thumbs hooked into John's briefs, pulling them down in one swift, well-rehearsed motion. Now fully exposed in the cooling late afternoon air, John watched as Megan fell to her knees and took him full in her mouth. He inhaled deeply, as the surrealism of the scene suddenly hit him. In all the time he had known his wife, he had never kissed another woman, had never touched another woman. Hell, he hadn't even thought about another woman. Yet here he was, his wife watching as another woman's mouth hung off his cock. 

He felt Sarah nipping at his earlobes, a place she knew had always turned him on. 

"Do you like this, baby?" she asked gently, her breath tickling the side of his neck. "Do you like watching her sucking your cock? Are you watching? Are you watching good? You see how you're sliding in and out of her hot, little mouth? Does it feel good?" 

She was flicking her tongue around his whole ear, now, as John felt his whole body erupt in tiny little earthquakes. 

"Look at your huge cock fucking her mouth, baby," Sarah continued. "Do you want to cum in it? Tell me, baby, do you want to cum in her mouth?" 

Then she stroked the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down so he was looking directly at Megan. 

"Tell her," Sarah murmured. "Tell Megan what you want to do, baby." 

Megan lifted up her chin for a moment and stared into John's eyes. 

"Yeah, honey," she purred. "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Is that hot, because my mouth's hot for you, baby." She parted her lips wide and licked them slowly. "Is that what you want, huh? To empty your cock into my hot, horny mouth?" 

She bent down again and gave him a slow, hard lick up the underside of his shaft then returned her gaze to John's. 

"That's what Sarah wants, honey," said Megan. "That's what your wife wants, to see you cum in my mouth, all hard and hot and wet, she wants to see it so bad, you know she does. And I swallow, honey, I wanna swallow all your hot cum, as much as you've got. Show me how much you've got?" 

She lowered her mouth back onto him and began sucking more vigorously as her hands cupped and squeezed his balls, matching the rhythm of her mouth as John struggled to stand up, his legs already buckling beneath him. But Sarah had sensed his anxiety, and was using her body to rub against his back, supporting him as Megan continued to work her magic. 

Feeling the power of his climax begin to build, John turned back to Sarah; he had to know she was a hundred percent OK with what he was about to do, with what he was desperate to do. 

"I'm right here, baby..." she whispered, her hand running up and down his back like a delicate feather. "Let it go, baby, let it go..." 

John returned his focus to Megan as she feasted on his cock, her hands working overtime on his balls and taint, delivering sensations he never knew existed. 

"Yes..." he groaned, his breathing getting shallower. "I want to cum in your mouth, I love how my cock feels in there. Megan, oh Jesus, Megan, I want to...want to...fuck your...fuck your...oh god keep going, keep that hot, little mouth...fuck...FUCK!" 

As he felt the rush of his climax begin to engulf him, John turned back to Sarah and grabbed her face, kissing her hard, forcing his tongue inside her until he couldn't consume her any further. Then his cock exploded, as he thrust his hips further into Megan's face, jamming his cock inside her mouth as he came and came, his hot cum shooting down her throat. True to her word, Megan swallowed him, greedily, gripping the base of his cock, knowing exactly how to squeeze every last drop from him. 

When he was finished, Megan stayed on her knees and dutifully cleaned him up with her tongue, kissing and licking his tip like an adoring servant. Then she stood up and, before either John or Sarah could react, Megan reached for Sarah's face and kissed her hard, wanting her to taste her husband's cum on her lips, wanting her to be a full part of what just happened. 

And then all was silent, save for the birds in the trees and the distant rumble of some faraway storm, which served only to remind, the three of them that they still had a long walk ahead. 

Evening Falls 

Back at the cabin, John poured some much-needed drinks as the girls kicked back on the chaises, which sat upon the front deck. The sun was setting and, as John handed out the wine and some snacks, he wondered if the incident in the woods was something they should talk about. To gauge the mood, he knelt down beside Sarah and took her socked foot in his hands. 

"Massage time?" he ventured. 

Sarah murmured her agreement and settled back in the chaise to be pampered. 

"Megan, you're next," John smiled, as he began to rub Sarah's feet. "I'm pretty good at this, right hun?" 

"The best, baby." 

Sarah clinked glasses with Megan as John went to work. He knew his way around his wife's body, expertly digging his thumbs into her arches and pressing down on all the right points. 

"Oh, that is good." Sarah moaned, "Megan, honey, you are in for a treat. This feels amazing." 

"Well I think someone's feeling a bit grateful." Megan laughed, raising her glass to John. 

"You bet!" John replied. 

"OK, so let's see what you got." 

Megan stretched a bare foot out towards him, as John looked to Sarah, who nodded her assent. Sliding her foot into his hands, Megan was surprised to feel an instant calm wash over her at John's touch. She hadn't realized how tense her muscles were but, within moments, she felt herself completely relax and even feel a bit sleepy. 

"Oh my god," Megan cooed, turning her head to Sarah. "You're one lucky lady, alright." 

"I think, tonight, we both are." Sarah smiled back. 

They chatted on the deck for an hour or so, enjoying the wine and the snacks and, most importantly, the chance to recharge their batteries, before John decided to get dinner ready. Seasoned steaks, salads and veggies, all healthy, hearty stuff. 

"Fancy some music?" Megan asked, when she and Sarah came in to help him. 

She set something up from her phone and she and Sarah began to dance as John continued to cook, but Sarah wouldn't leave him alone, pulling him away from the sink for a grind and a rub to the rhythm. 

"Hey!" John protested, a peeler in one hand, a bunch of arugula in the other. "If you guys want to eat tonight, then..." 

But his words were falling on deaf ears. Sarah was already swinging him across the floor, a little tipsy from the wine, but more carried away with their naughty adventures. Megan joined in, the three of them rocking across the cabin from room to room, being goofy, being free, being completely caught in the moment. 

During one particularly sexy number, Sarah reached up to her husband and put her arms around his neck, grinding her body against him, seductively. Keen to join in, Megan was quick to come up behind them and sandwich herself in between. 

"If I don't get the food on that grill, we're going to starve..." John insisted. 

Without words, the two women 'danced' him back to the kitchen and swayed and rocked around him while he tended to the steaks. Ten minutes later, they were feasting on their food like carnal gods devouring a bloody sacrifice. The air was loaded, erotic, dirty and, despite the abundant and overflowing plates upon the table, hungry. 

After dinner, John lit the fire and they all sat around on the floor, glad to have the huge, sheepskin rug beneath them as the temperature outside had clearly dropped several degrees since their hike. Megan went to the bookcase, twisting to some music only she could hear, but the way she moved was so hypnotic, so seductive, John and Sarah couldn't help but watch and drink in every move she made. 

"Hey, Megan, honey, stay there for a second." said Sarah. 

She got to her feet, took Megan's hand and began to lead her off to the bedroom. 

"Be right back, baby." she called back over her shoulder. 

"But- What the-? I thought we said-" 

But they were already gone. John sat patiently, unsure what to do, but he knew he shouldn't follow them, not if he wasn't asked. He knew he'd had his big treat already in the woods, earlier. Was it really so unfair not to expect the girls to treat themselves, too, if they wanted? He could hear movement and a few muffled voices from the bedroom, but little else to tell him what was going on. Trying not to feel left out, John took a big gulp of wine from his glass and settled down beside the fire, preparing for a long wait. 

But, just a few minutes later, he heard the bedroom door creak open, slow and deliberate. 

"Ready!" Sarah called, a few stifled giggles escaping from Megan, behind her. 

And then Sarah was leading Megan back into the room. Sarah was wearing a white, lace chemise that came to just below her hips. Peeking out from underneath was a white thong, but there was nothing else, save for the sexy pair of mules on her feet which showed off the results of her recent pedicure; bright red toenails she'd obviously had done especially for this weekend. John felt his groin stir into life, but before he could compliment his wife, Megan stepped out from behind her, and his desire was doubled. 

Barefoot, Megan was wearing a sheer, black thigh-length robe, which fell open at the front. Underneath she had on a black peek-a-boo bra and black boy shorts, which looked as hot as hell while, on her head, she wore a cute kitten-ear headband which made her look innocent and playful. 

"Wow," was all John could manage at the sight before him. 

"You like, baby?" asked Sarah, knowing full well how turned on her husband was right now. "Megan helped me pick this out. I had to try on a few outfits before we settled on this. And Megan? Well she looked good in everything, but it was me who had the casting vote on what she should wear. And the ears were my idea. Super sexy, huh?" 

"You look amazing, both of you." John replied, then winked purposely at his wife. "And your ass looks amazing in that thong," 

Sarah smiled, turned and slapped her butt, playfully. 

Megan stepped forward and took John's hand. 

"Come on," she said. "Follow me." 

She led him to a large Chesterfield in the corner of the room, the light from the fire casting tall, dark shadows on the wall behind them. Sarah followed, stalking them both like a panther after its prey. 

"Sit." Megan commanded. 

She pushed John gently into the chair then turned to Sarah. 

"We were in the changing room together, last week, trying these on." 

"I thought you'd only met for coffee?" John queried, but not minding at all the 'deception.' 

"We did that, too." smiled Sarah, as Megan stood aside and let John drink in the full sight of his wife in front of him. 

Megan slid her hands around Sarah's waist and began kissing her neck. 

"Just look at this body, John." Megan said, huskily. "Isn't it amazing?" 

She spread her palms across Sarah's thighs then pulled her body back into hers. 

"And these legs...so firm and smooth." 

Then she lifted her hands and rested them on Sarah's hips. 

"And her hips, oh man..." 

Megan stroked Sarah up and down the side of her body, then reached in front of her and pressed her stomach. 

"And this flat belly, John, I could just eat off of it..." 

All the time, Sarah was gazing down at her husband, her tongue sliding across her lips and her eyes closing slightly every time Megan stroked her. 

"And these tits, oh my god, John. Look at these perfect, hot tits." 

John watched as Megan moved her hands up over the chemise to cup both of Sarah's breasts over the fabric. The sight of another woman holding his wife's tits in her hands was almost too much for him. He was desperate to stroke himself, desperate to be stroked. He couldn't stand it. After a few seconds, Megan reached inside Sarah's shirt and gently pinched her nipple. Sarah gasped and shuddered slightly, wanting to look at Megan, but Megan turned her face back to John. 

"Stay there, honey, be patient now." she smiled. "I think you're getting your husband all hot and bothered. And we haven't even started yet. So where were we?" 

Megan brought her hand up to Sarah's face, parted her lips and pushed her finger inside Sarah's mouth. Sarah began sucking, greedily. Megan kept her other hand on Sarah's nipple, squeezing it sharply, as she pushed her finger in and out of Sarah's mouth. 

"That's right," Megan encouraged her, "Get it nice and slick for me.' 

Sarah sucked harder, faster, as Megan kept her eye on John, needing to keep him focused, contained. 

"And, hey," Megan called over to him. "We haven't talked about this amazing...cunt." 

Megan removed her finger from Sarah's mouth and lifted the hem of her chemise, exposing her thong. Sarah was so turned on, she was already soaking wet, the thin fabric doing little to hide the signs of her arousal. Megan slid her wet finger under the thong and pressed hard onto Sarah's clit, a small cry emanating from Sarah's throat as Megan began to masturbate her. 

"Jeez..." John whistled, squirming in his seat. 

He was not really breathing, but suddenly his lungs forced a massive breath down inside him. Although fully clothed, his shorts were tightening impossibly around his cock. He needed release. 

"Is this doing it for you, John?" Megan asked. "It's doing it for your wife, I can feel it. She's hot, John, and she's wet, she's so fucking wet right now." 

Megan bent her knees slightly and Sarah cried out again as Megan pushed her finger deep up inside her. 

"Oh she's nice and tight, John, baby." Megan whispered. "I can imagine how this tight, little cunt feels around your big, hard cock." 

Sarah bucked as she felt Megan slide another finger into her. 

"Yeah, oh yeah, John," Megan went on, "She is pouring all over me, she is soaking wet, she loves me fucking her with my fingers. Are you liking it, too?" 

"Yes, yes I am..." John gasped, his fingers reaching into his shorts. 

"No!" Megan shouted, "Not yet." 

John obeyed, his cock physically hurting him now, so desperate was it to spring free. 

"I've been thinking about you both attacking me, all week." Megan said, as she pushed her fingers further into Sarah. "Did you masturbate about me? Did both of you cum, thinking about me? Huh? I know I did. I fucked myself so hard just thinking about the both of you." 

She leaned into Sarah, pulling her body back towards her, hooking her pussy up with her fingers, almost lifting Sarah from her feet. John watched his wife's face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her partially exposed breasts heaving upon her chest and her legs trembling with desire as Megan worked her. 

"Do you know what else I thought about?" Megan went on, her mouth inches from Sarah's ear. "I thought about those perfect, luscious lips going down on me. Licking...my...pussy. Sucking...my...cunt! Because I know you've never done it, but I know you want to, I know you want to do it so bad, with me. I know you want to eat my pussy, Sarah baby, I know how much you want my cunt in your face. So tell me, what are we going to call it, Sarah? My plump, pink pussy? My hot, wet cunt? Tell me..." 

Sarah's legs were shaking, twitching, her head pushed back against Megan. She was rising up in her shoes, opening her legs as wide as they would go to give Megan full access, but then Megan suddenly removed her damp fingers and began running her hands across Sarah's body instead, feeling every curve, every valley, every crevice of her hot, wet skin. Then Megan grabbed the chemise and pulled it roughly over Sarah's head, shaking her momentarily from her reverie. 

"You want to eat my pussy, don't you Sarah?" Megan whispered, as Sarah stared at her, almost trance-like. "You want my cunt on your face, you want me to cum all over you." 

John continued to watch as his wife stood in front of him in just her thong and skimpy heels. Her pussy was glistening, her nipples like bullets standing hard and stiff upon her chest as Megan remained behind her, pinching and teasing her. Then she quickly span Sarah around to face her, giving John a front row view of his wife's magnificent, tight ass. Megan kissed Sarah fully on the mouth, but Sarah wanted more, pulling Megan to her and devouring her lips, her mouth, her face, sucking the air out of her, before forcing her hands down the back of Megan's robe. 

"John, your wife's a little wet," Megan said, as Sarah continued to rain kisses upon her. "I think she'd be more comfortable naked, don't you?" 

Megan took a step back from Sarah as John reached out and pulled his wife's ass towards him and slid the thong over her cheeks and down her legs. Stepping out of it, Sarah bent down a little, pushing her ass into John's face. He responded by showering her butt in kisses and grabbing handfuls of flesh, maneuvering himself so he could get at her asshole with his tongue. He could smell how turned on she was, she was pure sex right at that moment, as he buried his face in her ass and searched out her hole with his mouth. 

Megan also knew how turned on Sarah was. She began slowly removing her robe, holding Sarah's gaze in hers, never breaking eye contact for a second. As the robe fell to the floor, Megan unhooked her bra in then stepped closer to Sarah and placed Sarah's fingers in the elastic of her boy shorts. 

"Help me out of these, baby?" she asked, demurely. 

Bending down even further, Sarah quickly slid down Megan's shorts and began kissing the inside of her bare thighs. Behind her, John was probing Sarah's asshole with his tongue. Megan reached down, held Sarah's head in her hands and stroked her hair, before stepping back and gently pulling Sarah to her feet. 

With no words needed, Megan led Sarah the few steps back into the bedroom and lay back on the bed, opening her arms and legs wide. Sarah climbed onto the bed and fell on top of Megan, their kissing urgent, frantic, as John appeared in the doorway, already naked, his hand gripped around his cock as he watched his wife and Megan get it on right in front of him. 

Megan again took Sarah's head in her hands and began to direct her mouth over her arms, her chest, her belly, Sarah kissing every piece of Megan's skin she found beneath her lips. As Megan pulled Sarah's mouth over her chest, Sarah began to nip and bite hungrily at Megan's tits, desperate to eat her, to taste her, loving how another woman's breasts felt upon her lips. Sucking on one of her nipples, Sarah looked up to Megan for approval. 




The Ad, The Interview, The Threeway



"That's right, baby," Megan whispered. "Just like that. You're so hot, honey, so goddamn hot." 

Megan glanced over at John, who was pumping himself hard, now. She was getting off just as much on watching John, as feeling Sarah's mouth on her tits. 

"Oh yeah...yeah!" Megan moaned, sucking in every ounce of air around her as Sarah feasted on her breasts. "Eat me up, baby, eat me up!" 

Megan opened her legs wider and gently pushed on Sarah's shoulders, forcing her to fall into the gap. 

"So is it pussy, or cunt?" Megan asked, hooking her knees over Sarah's shoulders. "Have you decided? What is this to you, huh? Look at it." 

Megan guided Sarah's head down between her legs and Sarah paused a moment before pressing a finger against Megan's clit. 

"Pussy," Sarah whispered. "It's your pussy, your beautiful, hot, wet pussy." 

Sarah reached her hands up to keep playing with Megan's tits as, down below, she rubbed her own breasts against Megan's pussy. 

Megan let her head fall back into the pillow as, at the end of the bed, John stepped forward, his cock huge and angry. He parted his wife's legs with his hand and, although her position meant he could not gain full access, he could at least use his mouth to caress and pleasure her and maybe pull her open a bit. 

Despite this being her first time going down on a woman, Sarah had long since abandoned herself to the moment. She felt no embarrassment, no insecurity and no fear, as she squeezed Megan's huge tits, high above her, and buried her head in her cunt. Her smell was intoxicating, Sarah couldn't get enough of it, she wanted to drink it in, devour it, fill every part of her body with it. Hitting Megan's clit again and again, Sarah could feel both their bodies falling and rising in a natural rhythm. 

"Fuck, Sarah, yes, yes! That's it, right there, oh god!" Megan was crying. "John, can you see what your wife is doing to me? She's sucking my clit so hard, John, she's got me so wet, your wife is eating me out so bad there's nothing left of me, she's, she's, oh Jesus Christ!" 

Behind her, Sarah could feel John probing her ass, trying to get to her pussy, too, but all her attention was on Megan. Knowing what she liked herself, she began doing the same things to Megan, flattening her tongue and running quickly up and across her slick slit until she reached the nub of her clitoris, then back down again, teasing her just enough to send ripples of pleasure coursing through her, but not enough to make her cum, not yet. Sarah felt a warmness build in Megan's hips as she ate her out, Sarah pleased at how much Megan obviously loved what she was doing. 

"Fuck, Sarah, your mouth feels so good on my pussy, I love you eating me, I love feeling your tongue in my cunt." Megan panted, as she continued to writhe and slide up and down the bed. "John, are you watching? Are you watching your wife fuck me with her mouth?" 

John rose up and drank in the sight of his wife's head buried between another woman's legs, then he gave Sarah a tight whack across her exposed pussy, open behind her, underneath her peachy ass, her legs slightly parted, her wetness like a bullseye waiting to be shot. John moved up the bed, drawing his hand across his wife's back, before pushing his fingers into her hair and twisting it, pushing her face further into Megan's pussy. Both Sarah and Megan moaned with pleasure, which turned John on even more. Already he'd been blown away by how aggressive Sarah had behaved, sexually, since they'd got here, how uninhibited she'd been in this strangest and most alien of situations, but this was the here and now, this was the moment, this was what was actually happening. 

John kissed Sarah on the shoulder as she continued to lick and suck at Megan's clit, then he moved up towards Megan's chest. He'd wanted get his face between those breasts since the first time he'd seen Megan at the bar. Sure, his wife had an amazing body, but Megan's tits were from a planet all their own, and he wanted them. He wanted them now. 

With her arms down by her sides, her fingers gripped into the bedspread, Megan was lost in herself, her head lolling to one side as she twisted and turned, Sarah's tongue driving her into a frenzy of impossible pleasures. Sensing a presence beside her, however, she opened her eyes to find John cozied next to her. She smiled at him as he began to massage her shoulders and kiss her neck, moaning her approval as he went. Feeling brave, John reached down to those magnificent breasts and ran a finger across her nipples. 

"Don't be so gentle," Megan whispered, pushing her chest up to him. "Eat them, bite them, suck them. Fuck, John, I want you to be rough with me." 

She squeezed her legs gently around Sarah's head as she spoke. 

"Do you understand?" Megan continued, wanting them to know she was speaking to both of them. "It's OK. Use me. I want it. I want it so bad!" 

Obeying, Sarah pushed Megan's knees even wider and went straight for her exposed, throbbing clit, using her teeth to nip, bite and tease it, Megan's juices already flowing helplessly from her. At the same time, she felt John's mouth completely envelop her left breast, his tongue flicking and hitting hard against her hot nipple before his own teeth clamped around it and squeezed, sending a shot of pain straight through her body. 

"Fuck!" Megan cried, her body bucking, "Oh fucking yes! YES!" 

John continued to bite at her, while his other hand attended to the other breast, the nipple gripped tight between his thumb and forefinger, twisting, pulling, hurting her. 

Megan bucked once more but kept her hand firmly on the top of Sarah's head, holding her mouth in place. 

"This is so amazing...don't stop, oh Jesus, don't you dare stop! Use me, whatever you want, you hear me? Use me! Play with me! I'll do whatever you want. What do you want? Tell me what you want to do to me! Both of you, one of you, whatever, just tell me, show me! Fuck, just...fuck! I'm cumming, oh my GOD! I can't, I can't, not yet, not yet-!!" 

Megan opened her eyes and tried to distract herself. Tugging at John, she made him look at her. 

"Tell me what you want to do to me," Megan demanded. "I know there are things, there must be. What have you been dreaming about doing to me, John?" 

She winced slightly, as Sarah took another nip on her impossibly sore clit. 

"Come on, honey," Megan smiled, "Time's running out. Whatever you wanna do to me, you gotta do it now, before I- before I-" 

"I want to fuck your tits." John said, quickly, unable to take his eyes away from the majestic sight before him. "But I wanna fuck your mouth, too. I wanna fuck everything, every hole, I am so turned on right now." 

"My tits, yeah, my tits..." Megan panted, "I know you've been dreaming about my tits. And my mouth, you liked how my mouth felt on your cock didn't you?" 

"Yeah, I loved your mouth on my cock." 

"And what about my pussy, huh? My cunt? You haven't been in there, yet, John. Or my ass. Remember our game? Remember what I said? I love cock in my ass, John, I fucking love it, it's so hot. The thought of your big, fat cock filling up my ass...goddamn it-" 

But when she mentioned her ass, it wasn't John who was first to respond, but Sarah. Releasing a wave of hot breath onto Megan's wet pussy, Sarah pushed her hands under Megan's butt and pulled her closer. The pressure between them was insane, Sarah's tongue pushing hot and hard against Megan's clit once more, just the way that Sarah liked it herself, and then it was happening, Sarah pulling the trigger on Megan's orgasm which rushed, wave upon wave, down between her legs. Sarah kept her head there, her mouth lapping up Megan's cum as her hips bucked, John's hand squeezing her tits so hard she could no longer feel them. Megan closed her legs around Sarah's head, gripping her tight, wanting to push her juices full into her face. She could still feel Sarah's tongue licking her, sucking her, her clit so sore and raw she could swear she was bleeding. 

When she was spent, Megan allowed John to raise her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed with one hand while he rubbed her arms, shoulders and breasts with the other. Below, Sarah kissed Megan's pussy lightly and rubbed her thighs and hips with both hands, bringing her back down as calmly as she could. 

Megan stared at the ceiling, just trying to regulate her breathing. Her head was spinning; she'd never felt anything like this, not ever. 

"Fuck, you guys are...good! And I so needed that, I was so turned on, so fucking turned on. And, Sarah, no way was that your first time! Jesus..." 

As her soul returned to something that resembled normal, Megan pulled herself up on her elbows, well aware that John still had a massive erection to take care of, and Sarah definitely deserved a reward of her own. 

"Hey," Megan breathed, lazily, "If you can give me a minute, this play time isn't over." 

John and Sarah glanced at one another, happy to hold out a few minutes longer if it meant more fun and games with their favorite new playmate. 

Extra Time 

As John went to pee, in a desperate effort to calm himself down, Sarah remained lying with Megan, caressing her hips, her belly, her breasts, each of them still lost in their own, just-discovered worlds. 

"You were so, amazing," Megan was saying. "I mean, damn, you give good head, girl!" 

"Well, you were very, what's the word? Motivating..." Sarah chuckled back. 

Hearing John return, the two women smiled conspiratorially at one another but stayed where they, loved how their skin felt against one another, the sexual energy between them potent and necessary. 

John emerged with wine and strawberries, lying the bowl on the bed as he poured out three glasses. Sarah grabbed a strawberry and lowered it playfully into Megan's mouth. 

"Mmmm, they taste good..." Megan mumbled, as she finished it in three bites. "Hey, John, why don't you come over here and attend to your wife while I go freshen up? Start the party, but don't go too far without me, huh?" 

As Megan disappeared, John had a chance to just drink in the sight of his beautiful wife lying naked before him. Her hair was already bedhead as she basked lazily in an erotic, sweaty glow, her ass perched high behind her, almost begging him to pay it some attention. His erection returned quickly. 

"You heard Megan." John said. "Babe, get over here." 

Sarah cocked her head and see-sawed her legs behind her. Silent, she simply smiled at John and crooked her finger, beckoning him over to her side, where he arrived in seconds, desperate to touch her, desperate to feel her underneath him. 

They kissed, deeply, passionately, as their legs intertwined. Feeling her own desires rise quickly, Sarah gripped John's head and moved him down her neck. After kissing her shoulders, he moved toward her nearest nipple and lightly licked it before taking it into his mouth. Sarah said nothing, but began grinding her crotch into his bare thigh. 

When Megan returned, she was turned on to see John mauling his wife like a lion as Sarah surrendered totally to his touch, her cunt sliding urgently up and down his leg. Stepping to the side of them, Megan began to run her hands gently over both of them, her fingers wandering aimlessly, no journey, no destination, just a freedom of touch she wanted to spoil each of them with. 

Loving the independent, but equal, attention, John and Sarah stepped things up a gear, John kneading his thigh into his wife's cunt, as he feasted on her breast. 

"I want you both to...take me." Sarah moaned. "Make me do anything you want. I am so horny right now, I'd do anything, anything, I just want this, please. I want this so bad!" 

She was digging her nails into John's back now, his face wincing with little shots of pain as he felt Sarah's pussy slide damply against his leg. Then, without warning, Megan slapped hard at Sarah's other breast, a red welt forming quickly upon her skin. There was nothing playful about it, this slap was meant to cause pain. 

John looked quickly to Sarah but, once the initial shock had subsided, Sarah looked purposefully up at Megan and nodded. 

"Yes," she said, firmly. "YES!" 

Like a dam broken down by the sheer weight of the water pounding against it, John and Megan quickly took control of Sarah's desires, converging in tandem and overwhelming her with a quick succession of intense sensations. John flipped Sarah onto her back and got between her legs, his cock so hard and desperate, it took a few moments to position himself correctly but, with a quick readjustment, he pulled her body up towards him and thrust hard up into her, her cunt contracting around him so tight and urgent, he was sure she would cum on him right there. 

Lifting her even further off the bed with his cock, John leaned forward and took her breast in his mouth, her shoulders bearing her own weight as her head pushed back into the pillow, her belly taut and firm, her lower legs tucked underneath her, supporting her as her husband began to fuck her hard and deep. 

Then a loud 'thwack' filled the room as Megan, crouched beside the bed, underneath Sarah's arching ass, hit her once again, this time across the buttocks. John felt Sarah tense beneath him as the pain ripped through her, his cock feeling even harder, her cunt even hotter. 

"Have you been...bad, Sarah?" Megan was asking, her voice suddenly hard and authoritative. "Are you a... naughty girl who deserves all your-" She spanked her again. "...punishment?" 

Convinced that his wife was getting off on this torture, if her wet, pulsing pussy was anything to go by, it was also becoming clear to John that Megan, too, was becoming aroused by the sadism (there was no other word for it.) Wanting Megan to have full access to Sarah's ass, he quickly pulled his cock out of her and turned her over onto all fours, pushing her legs apart roughly, her pink pussy staring back him, its own invitation. She was soaking, her juices already falling down her legs. Giving her no time to prepare, John got behind her and shoved his purple cock back up inside her, his fingers digging viciously into her hips, pushing his cock in so hard and deep, he wanted her to feel him in her mouth. 

Megan stood beside them, her face flush with wonder at the wider expanse of flesh now available to her. Without hesitation, she brought her palm swiftly down upon Sarah's ass, timing her assault to coincide with the second-long gaps between John's merciless thrusting. 

"Your ass is red raw, honey," Megan panted, breathlessly, as spank after spank came raining down on Sarah's ass. "I can see my hand print on your milky white skin. I can see your husband's gorgeous, fat cock sliding in and out of your hot, wet pussy, and I can see that juicy cunt giving that cock everything it wants." 

She turned to John. 

"Is that right, baby? Is she all wet and warm for you? Is she letting you fuck her how she likes to be fucked?" 

"Fucking yeah..." John growled... "She loves to be fucked like this!" 

John felt Sarah trembling beneath him and, for a few moments at least, she was a person he didn't recognize. She was moaning, some of it was words, but words he couldn't understand. She was sure she was not in distress, in fact he felt it was quite the opposite, but he couldn't take his eyes off her as she morphed in front of his face, his previously-quite-traditional, well-behaved wife now bucking and thrashing like a banshee, a woman possessed, a woman embracing the pain, no, inviting the pain, a woman he was so fucking in love with right now, he couldn't see anything beyond it. 

As Megan continued to spank Sarah, John fucked her cunt furiously. He felt like he was tearing her apart, his cock had never felt so hard, so destructive. But he was also consumed with a rabid desire to bite and scratch her. He flipped her again, her body as compliant as a rag doll, every muscle, every limb obeying his rough direction. Entering her again, her cunt red and angry, John lowered his head onto Sarah's tits, lashing and pulling at her nipples with his teeth. Sarah screamed in pain, but all that did was make him do it more. Every cry, every mark, every scratch made his cock ache harder and longer, his balls now impossibly heavy and full as they slammed, wet and hard against her ass. Whatever climax his body was getting ready for, John knew it would be the hardest, longest, most intense orgasm he'd ever known. But he didn't want to cum, not yet, God not yet! 

Megan took a sip of wine, holding it in her mouth, before sliding onto the bed, John lifting Sarah higher so Megan could get underneath to her ass. Grabbing handfuls of flesh, Megan pulled Sarah's cheeks apart and began running her wet lips across the angry red welts which now criss-crossed her butt. Megan allowed some of the wine to spill out of her mouth, the warm stickiness stinging the her wounds, tiny hairs now visible in the darkness as the wine clung to the follicles. 

"Take me," Sarah mumbled, her whole face contorted in pain and ecstasy. "Both of you, take me now. Fuck me, I want to be fucked by both of you, now, NOW!" 

Hugging her hot, damp body to his, John thrust up inside her again, then pulled out, his huge, wet cock throbbing angrily over her body. He looked to Megan, then back to his wife. 

"Tell me how you want it, baby," he asked her. "Tell us how you want us to fuck you. This is all about you, honey, this is all for you. But you've got to tell us what to do." 

"I-I want your cock in my mouth," Sarah whispered, urgently. "I want you to fuck my mouth, hard, I want to eat you so bad, but then I want you to come over my face, over my tits, over my whole body, I want your cum all over me." 

"Oh baby-" John wasn't sure how long he could last, even her words were enough to make him spurt, there and then, but he controlled himself and turned to Megan. 

"And what about Megan?" John continued. "What about her? What do you want her to do to you? Tell her, baby, tell her how she's gonna make you cum." 

"Megan, I don't care, do whatever you want, I want you do whatever you want, just make me cum, I'll do anything you want, just promise you'll make me cum." 

John was already moving up around the bed, his cock inches from Sarah's mouth, her lips open and ready, as Megan knelt between Sarah's legs, near her feet. 

"Tell me, Sarah." Megan asked, looking up, her eyes ablaze with promise and desire. "Are you gonna be our...slut? Say it, Sarah. Tell us that is what you want, that you're going to be our slut." 

In her previous life, Sarah had never really been comfortable with name-calling or doing anything that could be considered sexually degrading. Sure, she could dirty-talk with the best of them, but words like 'slut' and 'whore' had never been a turn-on for her, for either of them. But there was something about the situation, something that made it OK. Sarah didn't feel degraded, she felt very in control and she felt hot, so fucking hot that she knew that, at this precise moment, she didn't give a fuck what anyone called her, she just wanted to cum, and cum hard. 

"Yes, I'll be your slut! I am your slut, I'm your whore, and I'll do anything you tell me to. Just, please, fuck me!" 

The green light had Megan buzzed, and she quickly rushed over to her overnight bag and pulled out a large ziplock pocket, as John stood by his wife's face, desperate to start fucking her mouth. Overwhelmed, Sarah's body was still tingling from the heavy-handed molestation doled out by the two of them and, as she spread her legs wide open for Megan, her clit and pussy aching and raw, she hoped the interruption would not last long. 




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When Megan reappeared before her, Sarah could see several colorful objects dangling from her hands. Sex toys. 

"Does our...slut...want these used on her?" Megan asked, cruelly, knowing that she was in control of Sarah's orgasm. 

Sarah was mad with impatience, but keen to keep going, whatever was involved. 

"Yes!" she cried out, completely desperate now. "Please! FUCK ME!" 

Megan stepped away, as though punishing Sarah for her outburst. 

"I'm sorry," Sarah continued, quieter now, playing the game. "I mean, yes please. Please fuck me with whatever you want. Punish me however you want. I'm a slut, I'm your whore, I deserve whatever you give me." 

"That's better," said Megan, aware that John could not wait much longer. 

She nodded to both of them, her permission to get fucking, and Sarah twisted her upper body so she could grab a hold of John's cock with one hand and slide the other between his legs, cupping his ass and pulling him gently towards her, her lips open, desperate to have him inside her, desperate to have him fuck her mouth until she choked. 

As Sarah and John got to work, Megan pulled out a large, black, cock-shaped vibrator and a small, pink butt plug. Running the vibe in and out of her own mouth to get it ready, Megan then flicked the switch on the side and the machine purred into life. It was very thick, and, as she ran it gently across Sarah's perfect, pink clit, Sarah immediately jerked her body, the ripples of pleasure pulsing through her and distracting her, momentarily, from the task in hand. 

"Ohhhh..." she moaned, as John's cock slid from her mouth. "Fuck, yes, that's so good...!" 

She turned back and took him in again, John pushing deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat, his erection struggling to contain its own desperate need to cum. 

"Are you liking that, John?" Megan asked, as she continued to tease Sarah's folds and clit. "Does your cock feel hot and hard inside her mouth? Are you filling her up with your huge, hard cock? Do you like to fill her up?" 

"Yeah," John panted, as the wet sounds of Sarah's frantic sucking and licking filled the room. "I love fucking her mouth, and she loves it too, don't you, baby?" 

Sarah moaned in agreement as she worked his shaft with her hand, and bent her head back so John could thrust deeper into her mouth. 

"Well I'm gonna fill her up, too," said Megan. "Would you like that, huh? Sarah?" 

Without waiting for a reply, Megan sucked on the pink butt plug before going down on Sarah, one hand still working her cunt with the vibe as Megan's lips closed around her clit. Sarah immediately tensed underneath her as her legs stiffened and she felt a rush of blood to her pussy. As she attended to business between Sarah's legs, Megan also managed to push a hand underneath her ass, Sarah swiveling her hips to accommodate her. She had no idea what Megan was doing, but it felt so damn good, she didn't care. With the thick, black vibe working her pussy and Megan's mouth eating her clit, Sarah didn't know there were any other feelings possible, until she was aware of her butt cheeks being roughly pushed apart. It did not feel unpleasant, just strange. 

Then Megan came up to Sarah's ass and used her tongue to spread Sarah's asshole as she let go of the vibe, leaving it to hum impatiently on the bedspread. Then she put her mouth back on Sarah's clit and used two hands to suddenly push the little pink plug into Sarah's ass. 

"Oh god, my ass, you're putting something... in my ass?" 

Sarah was just jacking John off, now, her breathing all over the place. She expertly twisted his cock one way, then another, John's eyes closed in ecstasy as he concentrated on the wet, warm sounds of her fingers working his shaft. 

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" Megan teased, as she slowly turned the base of the plug around and around inside Sarah's ass. She was kneeling there, now, her tongue licking and sucking at her pussy as the plug did its own job above her. 

"N-no..." Sarah moaned, loving how full she felt. "Keep going, whatever you're doing, keep going." 

"You said it." 

Sarah tilted her hips to allow the plug deeper access then, when it was fully in, Megan gave it a little tap, which sent a ripple of pleasure shooting through Sarah's lower body. Not wanting to leave anything wanting, Megan picked up the vibrator and placed it back at the entrance to Sarah's cunt, before pushing it deep up insider her, as her mouth returned to Sarah's clit. Megan fell into a steady rhythm - thrusting the vibrator in and out of Sarah's pussy, biting and squeezing her clit, and occasionally flicking the plug in her ass. To Sarah, it was an assault on the senses; she didn't know where to focus herself, every single sensation felt so well. 

She tried to return her attention to John, who was now jerking himself off, fast and frenetic, his giant cock engorged and heavy, his fist moving madly up and down his shaft, his head tilted back in pure, unrivaled, ecstasy. 

"I'm gonna cum quick," he panted. "I'm gonna cum so hard and quick, all across your tits, baby, all across your face, your mouth, your lips, your hair, your gorgeous, fucking tits...watch, here, get here, oh god, oh my fucking GOD!!" 

And he exploded. With his hand moving so fast, the first wave sprayed itself across Sarah's jaw, her neck, her shoulder. He couldn't control his cock, it was jerking everywhere. John gripped himself, feeling the next spasm thunder down through his belly and surge up his shaft. He turned his hips and pointed his cock right over Sarah's tits as ropes of sticky cum shot out, violently, landing all across her breasts, her belly, her face, his pained roar filling the room like a beast on the verge of the ultimate victory. 

Eventually, he felt his body relax, his eyes focusing on the beautiful sight of his wife's prone body covered in his warm, soft cum. He rubbed it into her skin, stroking rivulets of it over her nipples, flicking them into life. Then he drew lines in the stickiness and lifted his fingers to her mouth so she could lick them clean as she fought against her own, urgent desires, now more desperate than any time before. Feeling John cum all over her - the rawness of it - was sending Sarah over the edge. The little plug was filling her up her ass and the vibrator was so big and thick up inside her cunt, as Megan thrust it in and out of her with such deliberate ferocity, Sarah wasn't sure she'd be able to withstand the force of the climax she knew was heading her way. 

With one hand still nestling against her husband, his softening cock just inches from her face, Sarah moved so he could support her. Her orgasm arrived like a freight train, and she couldn't even speak as all the breath was sucked out of her lungs, Megan slamming the vibrator up inside her one final time and keeping it there, jammed hard against her G-spot, Megan's tongue pressed firmly down upon her clit. 

Sarah's body shook with a tremor so hard, John could feel everything inside her go rigid. Then, a few moments later, she relaxed a little and reached down to slide the vibrator out of her pussy. Megan removed her soaking mouth from Sarah's clit and began to rub the inside of her thighs in long, swift strokes, as though trying to light a fire with friction alone. As John bent down to kiss his wife, he could hear her whimpering like an injured animal. In that moment, he felt so protective, so proud, and so full of love for her, he thought he would burst. 

They kissed, lightly and slowly for a few seconds, before John felt a sudden, violent shift beneath him. Staring at her face, he could see Sarah's eyes wide open in, he didn't know what it was, shock? From her lips, a guttural moan emerged that was so primeval, so terrifying, John panicked before he realized what was happening. 

Looking down, he saw that Megan had gone back to work on Sarah, licking her all over with an animal passion that nobody had a hope of stopping. She was very forceful, in total control, her hands pressed down on Sarah's belly, pinning her to the bed. Megan licked, flicked and sucked with her mouth and, with her fingers, fucked Sarah's cunt, three at a time, hooking her like a fish on bait. There was no rhythm, rhyme or reason to Megan's assault, just all the rules of desire coming completely undone. 

"Ohhh! Oh FUCK!" Sarah screamed. 

There was no-one else around, no-one to complain, no-one to give a damn, except her. She wanted to cum and she was going to cum loud. 

"Fuck, I'm CUMMING, oh my god, JOHN! Fuck me, oh Jesus, I need you to fuck me, too, John! Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass. I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again, baby, oh BABY, PLEASE!" 

"You heard her!" Megan cried, lifting herself up and glaring at John. "Fuck her! Fuck her now! What are you waiting for?" 

"Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Sarah was still screaming, as Megan continued to finger-fuck her cunt, four fingers now, she was tearing that pussy up. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh GOD! Megan, Megan, JOHN! FUCK ME!" 

She was bucking so hard, her muscles spasming, her final climax surely just moments away, as John stepped quickly to where Megan was crouched, and pulled her away. Taking her place, John leaned in and grabbed the massive vibrator, switching it to the max and thrusting it mercilessly up inside Sarah's cunt. Ramming it in and out of her as she writhed and twisted beneath him, Megan moved to the other end and held Sarah's shoulders down, her breasts hanging heavy over Sarah's face, as her second orgasm finally took hold, paralyzing her with its power, her hips thrusting up towards the ceiling as John held the vibe deep up inside her, his mouth on her clit, lapping up her cum as she flooded over him, her head dizzy, her whole body now floating above her as her climax shuddered and trembled out of her. 

At last, she allowed herself to fall, Megan's warm tits brushing against her lips, the faint smell of her sweat mixing with the heady scent their sex. She felt John gently stroke her whole pussy, calming it down, his fingers tracing lines in her cum, as he'd done with his own, his tongue trying to lick up as much as possible before Sarah closed her legs in mute satisfaction, not sure if she'd ever feel something as powerful, as destructive, ever again. 

Above her, Megan bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. 

"Good?" she asked, already knowing the answer. 

Sarah just stared up into Megan's face, wondering how on earth they'd been lucky enough to happen across this magical creature. Preparing to get showered, Megan stepped back around the bed and gently turned Sarah onto her side. 

"Best not forget this little puppy..." she purred, sliding the butt plug out of Sarah's ass, causing another, low moan of satisfaction. 

"That is one pet I'm glad we could show a home to." John winked, as Sarah smiled back at him, not wanting this dream to end. 

Afterward 

In front of the fire, Sarah was still naked, eager to stay in the moment as long as she could. Megan, feeling the chill, was wrapped up in a long, cotton sleep shirt. They were leaning against the couch, a large quilt thrown haphazardly around them by John, Sarah's head resting lovingly upon Megan's shoulder. 

Beside them, John was wrapped in a towel as, in the kitchen, the kettle boiled into life. Nobody said a word as they all enjoyed the druggie intoxication of what was happening to them, their post-coital glows of pleasure almost as bright as the flames from the hearth. 

Tonight, they would sleep - maybe. Together, in the same bed - definitely. And, as the kettle whistled its final tune, the three of them wondered what adventures awaited them tomorrow, a whole new day to explore and experiment, to enjoy and exist. The possibilities were endless and here, at least, they knew that time could stand still for as long as they needed it to. 

John got up and watched from the door as Megan stroked Sarah's hair with all the tenderness of a sister. 

Perhaps this wouldn't be a one-off, after all.