****** Three on a Mat by Helene and JayBee ******
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Three on a Mat


Introduction: We've known each other for a number of years. We met when working
for the same company, and continued communication after going separate ways.
Now we share a continuing fantasy from each of our perspectives. Hope you
enjoy.

By Helene and JayBee (Jim)

Jim:
Just about every month my company would send a group of its managers into the
field to visit clients, and establish a face-to-face relationship. In this day
of interconnections and instant communications, a personal visit was almost
unheard of. This time I was visiting a large city in the mid-west. As I walked
in the hotel, I was startled, and just a little miffed to see banners
announcing a major telecommunications conference was taking place! I reminded
myself I needed to emphasize if there was a conference involved, I wanted
somewhere else to sleep! And then, as I walked up to the registration desk I
saw her. It was Helene! My former associate with whom I had enjoyed wonderful
sex just a month ago. I quietly walked up behind her, and in a low voice, close
to her ear said: "Is this the 'next' time?"

Helene:
I have no idea how long I'd been standing there like a dork before my brain
data-processed the audio signal. Finally, I clicked that the low male voice was
beamed directly at me. Startled, I spun around to respond with a blank stare.
I, and about 50 other people, were waiting in line while the hotel desk clerk
frantically phoned for backup. Something about "computer is down." We were all
waiting to check into supposedly pre-arranged and reserved rooms. The gaggle of
impatient travelers was making rumbling noises and tempers were beginning to
flare. "Jim!" I breathed. "You seem totally out of context and what in the
world are you doing here?" Jim and I had once worked together at the same
company as strictly professional colleagues. We lost touch for a while when I
joined another company, then accidentally reconnected about a month ago. We'd
spent a delightful afternoon probing our most sensitive non-professional areas
and parted with a vague hope, but no promises, for another rendezvous. There,
in the crowded hotel lobby, I stepped back to see Jim looking handsome in the
typical well-tailored business suit. "M'gosh," I told him. "You've changed your
wardrobe." He grinned as our eyes met and locked. Actually, the last time we
met, we'd both stayed mostly naked. "I would never have seen you if you hadn't
spoken to me."

Jim:
My mood quickly changed from disdain at being trapped in an over-crowded hotel
to pure delight that I had discovered Helene who was registering. I quickly
explained my reason to be in the city, and realized it was appropriate for her
company to have representatives at this Internet conference. She told me there
were three of her associates in attendance. I told her my schedule was tight
during the day, but by 7:00 p.m. I would be looking for her! Soon thereafter I
was registered, and was carefully putting my things out-of-sight in the room. I
wanted everything neat in case there might be company for the evening. My first
call was one I always dreaded. He was first line management, knew his job and
company very well, but one wrong comment would send him off on a tirade of
bragging. We had just completed his good review of their prior and projected
sales records. At a pause I commented, "You sales records are as beautiful as
the new secretary you have." He immediately responded, "Well, I 'm here to tell
you she is one fine fuck! I took her to the West Coast on our Learjet and the
minute that pilot said the seatbelts could be released, she dropped her
panties, unzipped my pants and was sucking my cock like crazy. You know we have
the only jet with a lock on both sides of the pilot's door! Think he did know
something was going on cause he kept getting on the intercom, telling us to
strap in again! She fucked me blind at 15,000 feet! Sure was a hell-of-a-trip,
I never go anywhere without her!" I told him he certainly was a lucky traveler.
Soon, we completed our business, and he shook my hand warmly as I departed. As
I passed the secretary's desk, I asked her if she had the seat belt on. She
looked puzzled As I was hailing a cab for the next stop, I wondered how Helene
was faring in that cross section of Internet participants.

Helene:
Jim melted back into the crowd milling around the lobby and eventually the desk
clerk honored me with the plastic room key. I dashed to the elevator, wheeling
along my one carry-on bag, with my laptop's canvas case strapped to the handle.
My company's printed handouts had been pre-shipped to the Conference
registration desk so I could travel light. There were two occupants already in
the elevator, obviously business types wearing those name tags indicating their
registration at the same meeting I was attending. One of them guffawed loudly
as the elevator door whooshed shut. I stared at the carpet and ignored them, as
they picked up their conversation as if I wasn't there. "Yeah," said #1 guy,
"so of course this geek in accounting doesn't go anywhere without his laptop,
and I didn't think anything about it until our house guru started fiddling with
the LAN connections. I don't know how it happened, but suddenly my monitor was
connected to a page with a list of triple-X websites and chat rooms. I never
thought this guy could get a hard-on from anything other than a spreadsheet."
The second guy chuckled and replied, "In my shop, it's the inter-office e-mail
that sizzles. I can think of a half dozen valuable employees who seem to find
time to cyber-fuck each other on company time, and I doubt any of them are
actually doing anything real." The first guy mused, "Well, it's probably good
for morale, an employee perk you just don't list with the benefits office. A
project team that fucks together works together, ya' know?" As the car stopped
at my floor and I quickly exited and the closing door silenced the chortles in
the elevator car.

Jim:
My next stop was one to which I always looked forward. She was a lady about
five years older than me, had the look of someone who regularly went for the
gym workout, was all business in of our previous meetings, Her intelligence had
saved this small company, and brought it back as a strong competitor. Ms.
Danials did have one characteristic that I found very disarming. When you spoke
to her, explaining a new support program as an example, her eyes gave you the
feeling she was seeing through your clothes, and then there is that slight
smirk on her lips that seemed to imply something funny was seen in your
nakedness. It always gave me a clear message I was talking too long! We had a
very productive meeting, and she was making significant suggestions about my
company's services when we were interrupted by another lady of about the same
age. She was introduced as a department manager, Ms. Danials stood up, and the
lady came around the desk, holding a paper for her to read. I immediately
noticed a softening of her eyes, and a less formal voice. I could not help but
notice the visitor was pressing her thigh against Ms. Danial's. She gave her
approvals, and the lady departed. It took us just a few more minutes to
complete the visit, and I said the goodbyes. As I was leaving I had that strong
feeling she was at the top of the corporate ladder during the day, and probably
on top of a woman at night. I wondered if she was lesbian or bi-sexual. I mused
at the thought of acceptability between the two lifestyles.

Helene:
Still chuckling about the overheard elevator conversation, I quickly found my
room, wheeled in my bag, and pushed the door closed with my heel. The
accommodations were a bit better than average: there was a nice view, and a
coffee maker. Access to coffee sometime in the first 15 minutes of waking up
can make my entire day go better. I flopped onto the bed, and was pleased to
realize I was lying on a down duvet, not one of the usual commercial
bedspreads, which, I hear, are not changed between customers. I suspect the
chambermaids don't send the bedspreads for cleaning until the cum stains are
obvious. My mind drifting, I relaxed, unwinding from the flight. Jim had made
some sort of a vague date for 7 p.m. I had no idea whether he'd phone my room,
or expect me to meet him in the bar. I figured we'd connect somehow, and I was
looking forward to seeing him again. I wanted to know his reaction to our
recent impromptu afternoon of fuck-suck... The sex was great, but mentally part
of the thrill was learning about the hidden side of Jim as a seductive male,
not just a respected colleague. Actually, the entire scene was a bit unusual.
The sex was great, but mentally part of the thrill was learning about the
hidden side of Jim as a seductive male, not just a respected colleague.
Actually the entire scene was a bit unusual. Here we were, two respectable
people, card-carrying mature adults, in solid long term marriages, with grown
children. Jim had said he and his wife have some sort of "understanding." In my
situation, the understanding is, "don't ask, don't tell." I had availed myself
of this freedom only a couple of times, under my basic rule of keeping any
flirtations well away from the job. I'm sure all these subliminal cues had
triggered a gush of hormones that made us behave like horny teenagers. I
reached over to pat the empty side of the big bed, and remembered I was still
in a travel suit. And that reminded me that I still had several pre-conference-
related chores to attend during the afternoon.

Jim:
I was determined to be back at the hotel by seven, so I called ahead to my last
appointment to see if we could have an earlier dinner, he said it was fine, he
would meet me at his club, and his wife would be there as she was doing her
tennis thing. Bill was one of my favorite people, he was very young to be so
high in his company, I had also heard his wife was a knockout and an
exhibitionist. As I went to my next appointment I hoped I might be able to get
him to talk about his quick rise. In the meantime I arrived at my third stop
for the day. This manager was the oldest of the group, and had an opinion on
just about everything. We got through our business in fairly quick order, and
making small talk asked me where I was staying. I told him the hotel and said I
was a little shocked to see the Internet Conference taking place. He
immediately launched into a tirade. "The Internet is completely out of
control", he said, "it is so corrupted with sex somebody should just pull the
plug and shut the mess down. They ought to send all of the women and men who
participate to some remote island. I'll bet that hotel is full of bimbos
spreading their legs every chance they get!" I just nodded my head in
agreement. When he finished I said it was great to meet with him again and was
on my way. As I was waiting for a cab, I chuckled with the thought he probably
had a big collection of bimbos on his home computer!

Helene:
I was literally half out the door when the phone rang. I hoped it was Jim. But
no, it was Sammy from Sao Paulo. He represented a client company and we'd
exchanged considerable e-mail about South American Internet services. We'd
never met, and I was surprised when he identified himself. It was obvious he'd
already had more than a few drinks. "Helene, baby," he slurred. "You all alone
in that room? Want some company?" I ignored the question by asking about his
flight in. He ignored my question by pressing on, "When I'm on the road, it's
time to play." I returned that serve with, "It looks like a big turnout for the
conference." He ignored that remark with "I'm checking out the hot babes. I
know for sure a couple of chat-room cyber-sluts will be here. But I want to get
better acquainted with YOU." In a quandary, I hedged. Not wanting either to
alienate a client or become a Conference Concubine, I took a teasing tack.
"Sammy," I responded, "I'll see you tomorrow at the general session. Right now
I've got an appointment."

"Oh, babeeeeee," he whined. Smiling, I hung up, grabbed my briefcase and
launched myself into the corridor leading to the encampment of testosterone
crazed geeks intent on testing hard drive performance.

Jim:
I was right on schedule as I headed for Bill's club and what was to be a very
simple dinner in their casual dress dining room. As I entered the room, it was
almost empty and I could easily see the two of them, and immediately notice
they were laughing without restraint. He waved me over and introduced me to his
wife Sandra. I immediately thought of Helene when I saw the size of her
breasts, she had that hour glass figure, and long brunette hair, full lips blue
eyes and a dark suntan. I said, "Someone must have told a great joke, or I was
walking funny." Bill with a big smile commented, "It was what Sandy just told
me: said she had never seen a guy get an erection playing tennis and figured
she was going to have to wear a bra for the mixed doubles from, now on!" And I
was explaining to her that guy she was playing with was one of my former
clients, and that erection is just bringing him back to me! And she responded,
"we'll we've been through that routine, In a week or so I'll agree to meet him
in your office for sex!" I loved her candor, and sensed marriage, sex and
business all had the same level of importance for them. I complimented him on
his position in the company, he looked at Sandy and asked, "Can I tell him that
story". She responded with a smile and a nod. As the drinks were served he
started "When I went to work with them they assigned me to a one man office in
a small town in central Kansas. My secretary had already retired twice, The
regional manager said I would be there for just a year, and he visited once-a-
month. Sandy was miserable, and I knew I was in a no growth position in a no
growth town. When the year was up, I started pressuring him for a transfer to
either the home office or a larger city. I always got the answer "Well see." In
June of the second year Sandy and I agree we would do whatever was necessary to
achieve our goals. In November of that year, I stopped by our house on the way
to an appointment, and there, in our bedroom, Sandy was on the bed naked, and
here was the manager with his pants and shorts off, unbuttoning his shirt. Poor
guy about broke his leg trying to run and get his pants on! The next day he
called, apologized, and said I would be transferred to the home office at the
end of the month! We had all ordered salads, as they arrived Sandy said "now I
want to tell you my side of the story!" I checked my watch, it was just six,
another thirty minutes and I should be off to my own adventure, in the meantime
I was anxious for Sandy's explanation.

Helene:
The elevator dropped me at the mezzanine level conference registration desk.
After I was duly signed in and "badged" I asked about the shipment of
presentation materials which had been sent ahead. The bosomy desk dolly, who, I
swear, was probably daylighting from a regular gig at the strip-club, directed
me to a meeting room down a hall. I found two young-ish guys in polo shirts and
jeans walking around with clip boards, apparently doing inventory on a pile of
cartons and parcels. "Hi," I opened. "Is this where I find out if a materials
consignment has arrived for the conference?" In unison they glanced up and
blinked. They both looked me up and down, staring. "Well, gee," I remarked. "I
didn't mean to derail your train of thought." Recovering, the first guy handed
me a receipt board, and quickly handed over my stuff -- several slide carousels
and a carton of handouts. "I need these in the Hibiscus Room before 10 tomorrow
morning. Will somebody bring them along? Or do I have to do that?" The second
guy replied, "Well, to make double damn sure they get there, it'd be best if
you did it yourself. Wanna borrow my dolly?" I thought of the "dolly" at the
front desk and chortled. "What's funny?" the first guy inquired. Ignoring him,
I accepted the offer of both the wheeled dolly and a side-offer to assist me
down the hall. I was pleased to see outside the door an easel with a big
placard announcing my presentation at 10 a.m. the next day. "Oh, good," I
murmured. "At least they got my name spelled right this time." The helpful
dolly-driver stopped dead in his tracks. "Are YOU Helene Field?" he said, with
astonishment written all over his face. I affirmed that I was one and the same.
He then informed me that some guy from Montana had been asking about me.
"Montana!" I mused silently, as I felt a flush creep from my neck to my chin.
That had to be Reggie, who I'd met once at another conference. He was a long-
lanky cowboy type with a warm grin and an "ah, shucks" attitude. With four
others, we'd once shared part of a cab's back seat on a half hour ride to an
outlying restaurant. With me on his lap, we were old buddies by the time we
arrived. Later, in the dark on the return trip, we had the backseat to
ourselves, and shared a few leisurely kisses. I'd had just enough to drink to
allow him to first caress my knee, then slide his hand up under my skirt along
my bare thigh. I flicked him a bit of tongue as he stroked my satin panties.
Just as I felt his fingers probe beneath the panties, the cab slowed and
stopped. We were back at the hotel, and I had an early flight home the next
morning. "I sure hope we meet up again," Reggie had said as we shook hands for
the benefit of the doorman. "You never know," I replied. I quickly almost
forgot the incident, but he apparently had not since he'd been around asking
about me.

Jim:
Sandy picked it up from the beginning in June, "We wanted to build to the good
life, but in that little town we were buried. I was prepared to do anything to
get Brett transferred to the real world. And he had a plan. It was very simple.
Each month when the manager paid his visit, I made it a point to make an
appearance. Of course in that little town, if you went bra-less they might put
you in jail! And the skirt was acceptable if it was just above the knee. All of
my short, short, skirts has been long stored. But I could show him a little
cleavage, and when I sat down I could get a little more leg exposure. I also
looked for opportunities to bend over so he could look down my blouse. It was
obvious he was really enjoying the show. I always popped in with some small
question, and acted surprised he was there. A little later I started saying
'Brett told me you were coming in today' and it made him feel I was there just
to see him. We decided he was ready in November. About ten minutes after he
arrived at Brett's office, I came in. It was cold outside so I had one of those
long coats on. As soon as I arrived, Brett said he had to go over some letters
with the secretary and would be right back. He closed the door. I took off the
coat. I was wearing a see-thru blouse and no bra. His eyes were glued to my
breasts! I had one of my old short skirts on, I sat down, and slowly spread my
legs. He could clearly see I was naked under the skirt. I gave him a real good
look. As he stared at my crotch, I ran both hands up the inside of my legs.
After giving him a really good show, I invited him to come over to our house
after his meeting with Brett promising I'd show him a lot more! He slowly
nodded, I think I saw a little drool down the side of his mouth! I got up
quickly, put on the coat, and gave Brett a quick wink as I passed him in the
hallway. Our house was only a few minutes from the office. On arrival I shed my
clothes and put on one of my more revealing leisure gowns. Within a very few
minutes the doorbell rang, and here he was. He said he couldn't believe this
was happening to him as I led him into the bedroom. I had already turned down
the bed, so it was easy for me to drop off the gown and lie down on the bed. I
gave him my best sexy look and told him to 'get naked'. He dropped his pants
and shorts revealing he already had a hard-on. And now I was beginning to
wonder where Brett was! It was so funny when he did rush into the room. That
guy was jumping up and down trying to get his shorts and pants up! And he was
shouting 'I'm leavin', I'm leavin'! I had to cover my face with the pillow
because I was starting to laugh! When he finally hobbled out the door Brett and
I must have laughed for ten minutes! But we got the results." When she finished
we all had a good laugh. I told her I would bet she has had more than a few
close calls! I thanked them both for a really great mini-dinner, wished them
the best and was on my way. I was still right on schedule, and was wishing I
had made more formal arrangements with Helene. As I traveled across town, I was
thankful I wasn't working for Brett's company and had a position he wanted!

Helene:
Quickly I snapped from the mental film-loop of past backseat groping with
Reggie-from-Montana, to the present reality of the meeting room where I'd be
presenting the next day. The hotel had the projectors and screen ready, and
there wasn't much more for me to do. I considered checking out the hotel's
health club for a workout. I was headed for the concierge to confirm the club
hours, when I heard a distinctly New York accent female voice hailing me.
Spinning around, I immediately recognized Audrey who'd been a colleague back
when she, Jim and I all worked for the same company. She'd departed when her
husband was transferred back to New York. Audrey was on the up-escalator from
the lobby, and I watched her rise the last couple of steps to the mezzanine. We
greeted each other in typical female fashion, with hugs, air-kisses, and
simultaneous chatter. We plunked ourselves down on a nearby sofa and quickly
updated the high points of our lives. Apparently she was attending the
conference with a hidden agenda: to meet with an online lover, a guy she'd been
having cybersex with but had never met in real life. I wanted to hear more
about this, so I interrupted her narrative with a suggestion that the two of us
go to the hotel's gym and chat about it in the hot tub. She liked this idea,
saying a nice soak in a whirlpool would set her up nicely for a later meeting
with the cyber-lover. One flight down, we found the hotel's health club. The
attendant told us there were two hot tubs, one for women only on the roof, and
one for co-ed patrons in the club at the lower level. Bathing suits, he said,
are optional. He handed us guest locker keys and towels, remarking, "Call me if
you need anything." We found our lockers, and while stripping down to the buff,
surreptitiously checked out each other's bodies, a female trick of inspection
without appearing to stare. "Hey, Audrey," I said. "You must have just got a
bikini wax job." She giggled, patting her mound. "Yes, isn't this just the
cutest thing?" She raised one leg to rest on the bench, to give me a look lower
down. "See?" she said. "I got a shave on the lips, but left some decoration on
the top." I could see the pink inner lips peeking out just a bit. "How does
hubby like it," I asked. "Oh, man!" she exclaimed. "Greg purely loves it.
Finally I'm getting all the pussy eating I crave, and in return Greg now gets
more cock sucking than he's ever had, so I think my visit to the snatch-stylist
paid off." I smiled at the idea of a "snatch-styling salon," wondering if such
a place offered a catalog of different "styles" for their patrons. "Well," I
began, "If you and Greg are fucking like bunnies again, how come you're playing
around with an online cyber-lover?" I watched her eyes widen as she said,
"Let's go get in the water, and I'll tell you all about Lee." We grabbed our
towels and headed for the hot tub next door, and gently lowered ourselves into
the steamy water. "Well," she said, "Cybersex is mind-fucking in the best sense
of the term." I waited for her to go on.

Jim:
As I entered the lobby I quickly surveyed the crowd to see if Helene might be
doing her "taking care of business thing". Couldn't spot her, so I rushed to my
room. Didn't have any messages on the phone, so I was quickly into the shower
for a brief stop, then into a pair of slacks and a sports shirt. My
anticipation was so high I left the shorts in the case, I didn't want anything
to get in my way! Then I called the hotel operator and rang Helene's room. It
rang and rang, no answer. I now started considering my next plan of action...
the dining room?... the bar? And then I presumed, with her position in the
company she would probably make a presentation tomorrow. Her folks at the
company's reception desk might have a clue where she could be. I was soon in
the convention area which was filled with big breasted low cut dolls pitching
just about every legal aspect of the Internet. I found her company's very
sophisticated booth that was distanced from the sleaze attendentees. I told her
I was an old friend of Helene's, and wondered if she knew where she might be.
She responded some guy from Montana was just there asking the same question.
She said she wasn't sure, but thought she may have gone to the gym. I didn't
ask questions, I just took off following the signs leading to the health club.
The guy there was just a little frustrated, saying it was after seven, there
were just two down in the hot tub area, and he wanted to close up! I gave him a
$20., he agreed to stay open until 8:00 at the latest, and gave me a towel. I
went to the locker room, stripped, wrapped the towel around me, all the time I
knew it might not be Helene, they might have bathing suites on, and could be
ticked if I showed up uninvited. I was just too curious to wait by the exit!

Helene:
Audrey leaned back against the side of the faux marble hot-tub, submerged to
her neck, and closed her eyes. "I met Lee, my cyberlover, by accident. He was
supervising a group of software tech support geeks, who were simply non-
responsive to a problem I was having. So they handed me off to Lee, and we
exchanged a bunch of email, and finally identified a bug in the software. Well,
this quickly moved into a friendly pen-pal type thing, and from there into the
exchange of more personal information. That led to tossing out some suggestive
remarks, and that led to a comfort level that made it easier for both of us to
admit that we were getting turned on by words on the monitor screen. When he
first confessed that I had, by remote control, triggered a mammoth hard-on, I
told him I was ready with drenched panties." I glanced over at Audrey, with her
eyes still closed, she wore a small, satisfied grin as she reminisced. "Well,"
she went on, "Lee suggested we move from e-mail to a chat mode, where we could
talk in "real time." That's when things got hot. He'd tell me when he was
stroking his cock as he read my words. He'd ask me to tell him how wet I was,
and give me instructions, like pinch a nipple or rub clit..." I interjected, "I
can think of more comfortable places to masturbate than sitting in a chair in
front of a screen."

"Well, yeah," she admitted. Cybersex is easier for men because their equipment
is more accessible; it just sticks out. But Lee got the idea of me using a
small vibe while he typed at me, so my hands didn't need to be on the keyboard.
Except, of course, at the point of no return when the signal was
"CUMMMMMMMING!" I laughed, "I've heard skill at one-handed typing is good for
these situations."

"You bet!" she acknowledged. Well, anyway, this has been going on for about a
year, and it's been good for me, although Greg knows nothing about it. The
sexual tension with Lee leaves me hot for some real fucking, and I go to Greg
for that. It's a win-win situation." I asked, "So now you're going to meet this
guy for real. Aren't you scared?"

"Nope," she said. "We've exchanged photos and talked on the phone. I verified
where he works. And we've arranged to meet in the bar first, a public place."
Still not convinced, I pressed, "Are you going to screw him later?"

"Dunno," she replied. We'll see how it goes. The face to face chemistry might
not be there, like the cyber-connection. But believe me, it's high-voltage
electricity when the two of us start talking each other into and through an
orgasm." She wiggled around against the water jets in the hot tub, sighing,
"Ah, that feels sooooo good!" As I drifted on the sound and feel of bubbling
water, I heard the door to the tub room open.

Jim:
Even in the dimly lit room I could tell there were two women in the tub, and
most important one was Helene. I felt great relief that I had found her, and
then a little embarrassed that I may have interrupted a private meeting. They
were both in water up to their neck, so, at a distance, I couldn't tell if they
had bathing suites on. I slowly walked over to the tub as Helene looked up, I
knew she recognized me. I said, "Hi Helene, I was hoping I might find your
lovely body, but didn't expect to find two!" Closer, although I could not see a
lot of detail, it was evident they were both naked. I could feel that familiar
rumbling between my legs. I sat down, slowly put my feet in the water, and
looked at Helene, "I'll never know why, early this afternoon when we first met,
I didn't say 7:00 at anywhere instead of 'see you around 7:00'. I've been
looking all over the place! Let me say right now, if you want me to leave I'll
go quietly and quickly, hopefully you will say where we'll meet later." All
through my little speech I wanted to jump in that tub, give her a big kiss
while I rubbed her breast with one hand and her cunt with the other. Feeling my
cock growing, I waited for her reply. Helene: To my utter amazement, there
stood Jim wearing a towel! "Hey," I greeted. You found me! Drop that towel and
come on in!" I looked over at Audrey who now had her puzzled eyes open. "Jim,"
I went on, "You remember Audrey who used to be in Marketing? Audrey remember
Jim from upstairs?" Simultaneously, they both said, "Ohhhh, yeah!" I explained
that Audrey and I had by chance run into each other at the conference desk, and
were catching up on girl-talk. Audrey squealed, "Why Jim Beldon, you old thing,
you! I wouldn't have known you without a jacket and tie!" She popped up out of
the water just enough to flash Jim a peek at her boobs. She slid over on the
underwater bench, saying, "Hop in! I'm just here a little longer then I have to
go dress for a meeting... of sorts!" I giggled because I knew her meeting was a
first-time rendezvous with a cyber-lover. I explained to Audrey that Jim and I
had also accidentally met downstairs, and had made vague plans to meet later.
Audrey grinned as she glanced at me with a wink. Jim seemed open to suggestions
and we both watched him closely as he stood up enough to release his towel. I
was pleased to see he was building up to a nice hard-on as he stepped into the
whirlpool, settling into the space Audrey had made between us. "Does the water
seem hot enough to you, Jim?" I queried innocently, sliding my leg over to rub
against his thigh.

Jim:
I responded the water was fine, gave Audrey a big smile and wink, placed my
hand on the top of her leg, and as Helene pressed against my thigh I moved my
hand to the inside of her leg, slowly moving toward her pussy. I told them
about my meeting with Bill and Sandra, and my amazement at her ability to make
men drop their pants and get caught. Helene chimed in saying she could get into
government work, and we all laughed when she added "of course she would have to
change her name from Sandra to Monica!" And, there was a strong vision in my
mind, Audrey on top with my prick in her cunt, Helene with her cunt over my
face. While they kissed and played with each other, I was fucking and sucking.
I wondered if Helene every wanted two men, no three, in the mouth, the pussy
and the ass. And that reminded me of the place I wanted to put more than
fingers in! I was telling Audrey it was obvious she and Helene knew the same
secrets of heavenly bodies, and was thinking about moving my hand to the inside
of her leg, when the door opened, I felt sure it was probably the attendant as
it was getting close to 8:00.

Helene:
Jim didn't waste any time wedging himself in between Audrey and me, responding
to the feel of my thigh nudging against his. When I felt his hand glide to my
soft inner thigh, I flexed my butt and parted my knees a bit more. I glanced
over at Audrey, to see her open-mouthed grin and devilish eyes. It was obvious
we both were on the same train of thought. That special excitement of delight
in the unknown was just beginning to grip me when the club attendant banged on
the door and shouted that he was locking up in 15 minutes. "Audrey," I asked,
"What time is your meeting with Lee?" She breezily replied, "Oh, not til 9
p.m., and of course now I've already had my bath." I reflected, "Well, I sure
hate to lose a chance at Jimbo here, without his pants on." I added, "But we
need to vacate the hot tub." Audrey responded, "Let's find out how he feels
about it," as she raised slightly out of the water, cupping her breasts from
the bottom, raising them for Jim's inspection. As I saw Jim's eyes widen, I
leaned over, and licked one of Jim's nipples. Then I sucked it into my mouth,
tonguing the hard little nub. "How about it, Jim?" Audrey asked, as she
displayed her crimson nipples while I attended to his own special hot buttons.

Jim:
Helene was turning me on like crazy, and the sight of Audrey's nipples just
waiting to be sucked told me it was ok to move my hand up her leg and massage
the lips of her cunt. Just as I was ready to take a nipple in my mouth, the
door opened again, this time he just stuck his head in and shouted, "I've
locked up, there is a fire door at the end of this hall that will let you out
into a hotel hallway. I'm gone!" The door slammed, and I took a mouthful of
nipple! After a few minutes, I raised up and said, "We need to get out of this
tub or I'll drown with my head between your legs. I have an idea." They agreed,
and with our towels over our shoulders, I was leading them to a door on the
other side of the room. And just as I suspected, it opened to the exercise
room. Between the exit lights and some other reflected light through high
windows, I could see in the corner, a set of maybe ten brand new floor mats. I
quickly introduced my king sized bed, and set them side-by-side on the edge,
and got on my knees. I opened Audrey's legs, she and Helen watched as I slowly
inserted my finger in her cunt. I then opened Helene's legs, as she leaned back
I buried my tongue in her pussy. She was wet, and I could feel her clit
hardening as I tongue fucked her. After several minutes, I switched. As I
licked Audrey's cunt lips, I loved her shave, and when I entered she gave a
little moan, I knew she favored tongue fucking.

Helene:
The dim, shadowy light in the exercise room was perfect for our impromptu
threesome. Jim obviously enjoyed the sight and feel of two women eagerly
spreading their legs to his eyes and hands. I felt a jolt of sexual electricity
as I watched his fingers plunge into Audrey's cunt. With skill and practice, he
slowly finger-fucked her, twisting his hand slightly, adding one finger at a
time until he had four fingers buried up to his knuckles. My hand was making
little involuntary motions toward my clit, when Jim pushed my legs apart and
dived on my pussy. My impulse was to lean back and let the waves of pleasure
consume me when he changed position, and began to treat Audrey to the delight
of his practiced tongue lapping at her glistening folds. So I stayed in my
half-reclining position, leaning on my elbows, with a full view of his lips and
tongue working magic on Audrey's hairless pussy. My butt muscles began to flex
and I tightened my muscles around Jim's fingers. Then, in the shadowy near
distance, I noticed a wall of mirrors. The reflection offered a totally new
perspective: there were two women, legs spread wide, being serviced by a male
dedicated to pleasuring them both simultaneously. Then he shifted his position
slightly, onto his knees, his tight butt rising into full view in the mirror.
When he spread his knees, I had a good reflected view of his ball sac swinging
beneath his asshole, and between his legs. Suddenly, I wanted his cock.

Jim:
Audrey was really getting heated up, and I was yearning for better access to
the growing wetness of her pussy, and ultimately to her clit. My prick was
quivering in anticipation of being wrapped in a warm cunt, or swabbed by a warm
tongue. I slowly pulled back, and stood up. In this serene setting I started
moving the participants on the stack of mats. As I sat upright, I moved Helene
over my legs until her wet pussy was just over my cock. Then I lay down, and
brought Audrey's legs beside my head as she faced Helene, and lowered her cunt
to my mouth. I then took one hand, and slowly, with a slight circling motion
moved my prick into Helene's vagina. I knew Audrey could see this action, just
as Helene could see my tongue licking and inserting into Audrey's pussy. It was
a dream I had fantasized about for years: fucking two women simultaneously
knowing that both were reaching for climax at the same time. Helene's cunt was
getting tight, her vagina tightening on my prick, and Audrey's clit was now
responding with a hardness and that wonderful female little hard-on. I wondered
if it was possible for three people to "cum together".

Helene:
As Jim teased my cunt opening with his cock-head, I closed my eyes anticipating
the delicious filling sensation that would overtake me when I lowered myself
onto his hard shaft. Glancing up, I watched Jim position Audrey so that she was
facing me, as she knelt with each knee beside Jim's head, her smooth pussy
inches away from his flicking tongue. He drew each hairless lip into his mouth,
sucked, then lapped the entire area, homing in on Audrey's clit. Audrey
whimpered softly as I lowered myself onto Jim's swollen prick. "Oh, yeahhhhh!"
I whispered, and caught Audrey's eye. We were inches apart, and I could smell
the exotic scent of her arousal. Her nipples looked hard and erect, as were
mine, when simultaneously we each reached out to fondle the other's breasts.
Our actions mirrored each other, and the sensation was like making love to
self. Instinctively, we knew exactly when a nipple wanted a pull, when it
wanted a squeeze or a pinch. I ground my pelvis down on top of Jim in a
circular motion, using his rod like a stir-stick. For several long minutes
Audrey and I were lost in circular sexuality. Our breasts became sweaty and
slick and Jim's face glistened from Audrey's juices. I began to milk his cock
with my vaginal walls.

Jim:
I was at that point of no return. That wonderful time when the mind no longer
rules, and the body takes over the action, the feeling, and the desire to
release your cream with the greatest thrust and most intensive stream. This
physical desire was being fed with a steady flow of cunt juices and a now very
hard protruding clit reacting intensely to my sucking, and a prick that could
feel Helene's vaginal muscles clasping at its head while it moved almost
violently up and down in her cunt. And I could feel it cumming, after maybe a
dozen more hard strokes I jammed it as far as possible to the top of her cunt
and exploded my first burst of cum. Simultaneously I pushed my face into
Audrey's pussy as she humped and let out a shriek, and then I felt another wad
leave my prick as Helene's cunt tightened and loosened like it was milking my
cock. I could hear her breathing very hard, it sounded like she was sucking her
lips. I had another smaller ejection, and I could feel both Helene and Audrey
starting to relax, I couldn't see what they were doing, I hoped they were
sharing in the delight of a simultaneous orgasm as I found myself very relaxed
with that smooth cunt on my face and a second warm cunt still grasping my prick
that was slow to relax after such an exciting experience. We maybe relaxed for
five minutes, and then the three of us got in motion. There was a quick dip in
the tub as we passed it, and soon thereafter we were meeting at the fire exit
door. I peeked outside, the hall was reasonably empty and we were soon just
three friendly people parting for separate ways. Audrey to her room for a
change, Helene to make sure the booth was secure, and me, finally to the bar. I
sat down next to a guy who was sipping his beer, said "hi" and ordered my
favorite beer. He was a handsome, tall drink of water, and looked like he
really needed a friend. I asked him if he was doing ok. He came back, "Man this
has been one hell-of-a-day, I have searched every corner of this hotel for a
lovely woman I met last year, and damn she is hiding somewhere. Is there any
chance you know Helene Field?

The End?
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