Terzetto

By

Donna M.

 

 

By the following morning I knew it had all been planned out.  Yet on that early Friday afternoon I could not have foreseen what was to happen.  Laura, my boss at the magazine, usually worked from home on Fridays and today was no exception.  I had that option too but since I was still fairly new there I was nervous about taking advantage of the perk.  She called me just before lunch and asked if I could retrieve a flash drive from her desk and drop it off at her house on my way home.  The small USB drive was where she told me it was, although the pink unit with its imbedded rhinestones seemed quite different from one I would have expected all-business Laura to own. 

I had no reservations in calling my boss the most gorgeous woman I knew.  She’s five-foot-nine without heels, but in heels her long legs were the stuff of legend.  Her natural blond hair was long and always perfectly styled.  When she entered a room, the eyes of every man were on her and her alone.

On the other hand, when I entered a room if a man wasn’t staring at my chest he wasn’t staring at me at all.  I’ve overheard people say I was “handsome” which translates to “not ugly but nothing to write home about either,” at least in my experience.  Unlike Laura, I wasn’t tall, barely five feet and I was extra curvy in some places a woman might not want to be.  The best curves were my D-cup breasts that were firm enough for people who hadn’t known me for ages to think I’d had implants.  No, they’re all mine, and the one thing (okay, two things) that men tend to desire me for.

I knew where Laura lived since I’d been to the house on a few occasions, mostly for office parties.  She and her husband owned a marvelous contemporary at the end of a secluded, winding drive.  The place was all windows, and once when I asked about privacy she smiled provocatively and said, “Who cares about privacy?  Actually, Jim and I often put on a show and hope somebody’s watching.”

Her husband was some sort of political lobbyist.  I’ve never met him although he was rumored to be a hunk (if you believed office gossip.)   Why wouldn’t he be after all, married to a smart, attractive woman like Laura?

When I arrived she met me at the door wearing a robe and with her hair damp as if she’d just stepped from the shower.  I didn’t ask.  She took my jacket and asked if I wanted coffee.  I said “No thanks,” as I handed her the flash drive.  For all her need to get it this afternoon she didn’t seem at all interested in receiving it, and summarily placed it on the kitchen counter next to where she stood.  “What’s on it, anyway?” I had to ask.

“Oh, it’s not mine actually.  My husband wanted it.”

I laughed, “Somehow it doesn’t look like it belongs to a man.”

Her return laugh was half-hearted.  “It’s not his.  It belongs to…a friend.”  She seemed to be pondering an eternal question until finally she picked up the drive and invited me into their living room.  “You don’t need to run, do you?”  When I indicated I didn’t, she motioned for me to sit on their sofa while she walked to a desk that held a laptop.  She fired it up and plugged in the thumb drive.  She sat in a side chair with the laptop and ignored me for a while as she was obviously pulling up a file on the drive.  The way she held the computer I couldn’t see the screen, but the sound was up and what I heard surprised me.  It was a woman in the throes of a loud orgasm!

Laura didn’t hurry to turn down the volume.  Had she wanted me to hear it all along?  I got up to leave.

She sighed as she kept her eyes on the screen.  “Don’t go.  I’m sorry if it disturbed you.”

She’d let the robe fall open and I couldn’t help myself as I drank in the sight of her perfect body and taut, prominent nipples.  “It’s not… disturbing me.  I just don’t know why you had me come here on what now looks like false pretenses.”  I saw the laptop’s screen and there was definitely some sex going on.

“Why do you think I asked you to bring this?”

“I don’t know.  You were afraid to leave it on your desk?  You wanted to tease me with your sex life?”

“Do you have one?”

“If you mean a sex life, that’s none of your business.”

“Do you think that’s me in the video I was looking at?”

“Who else?”

“It’s Missy.”

“Your Administrative Assistant?”

“She’s not afraid of enjoying herself.  Are you?”

“No, I’m not afraid of sex.  I just don’t make it public.  Get my jacket and I’ll leave you to your video.  No harm, no foul.”

“Okay, but before you go I’d like you to meet my husband.  He’s upstairs.  It’ll only be a minute.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve told him all about you, and frankly I told him you had the most marvelous tits in the office.  Let him eat his heart out when he sees you.”

The whole scene was dubious, but what was the harm?  I did want to see if he was as hot as people said he was.  I followed her up the stairs toward what looked like the master bedroom.  She never retied the robe and my attention was inexorably drawn to her as we walked.

“Hi hon,” he said, smiling.  “Is this babe the Angela you’ve been telling me about?”  I was surprised to find him in bed with a white satin sheet covering him to above his navel.

Oh yes, he was more than handsome, with great pecs and abs as far as I could tell.  Yet the most amazing part of him was what was hidden.  The sheet was tented at his center, and the size of the tent was stupendous.  I couldn’t believe my eyes and simply stared.

Laura whispered at my ear, “He likes what he sees and I think you do too.”

Suddenly everything made sense.  The memory of the orgasmic cry in the video echoed in my mind.  Laura brought Missy here to have sex with her husband and she watched and videoed it.  I should have run when he slid the sheet lower and exposed what to now had only been hinted at.

Laura said to Jim, “Aren’t those tits marvelous?”

He patted the bed next to him and said, “Why don’t you sit down here?  At least that would give me a closer look at what must be the most fantastic pair on the planet.”

I don’t know why—well, yes I know why—I sat next to him on the big bed.  My heart was beating faster and my panties felt like I’d peed I was so wet.  He was still talking to me though I hardly heard him over the pounding of my heart.  His manhood was at least ten inches of stiff flesh.  I couldn’t pull my eyes away.

“...In fact she’s always talking about you... I’m so glad to finally meet you,” he said as he reached for me. 

I jumped when Laura whispered in my ear from right behind me, “Go ahead, touch it.  I know you want to.”

As if hypnotized, I did.  My hand unconsciously went to him and I palmed his cock.  ‘Palmed” wasn’t quite the right word either—my fingers couldn’t fully encircle its girth.  I stroked him as if in a trance, luxuriating in its length and velvety texture.  My other hand moved to his rock-hard abdomen, caressing him up to his muscular chest.

“Honey, I think she likes me,” Jim said with a boyish grin.

“I like her, too” was Laura’s raspy reply as one hand insinuated itself under my blouse and bra and cupped my breast. 

A soft moan escaped my lips; otherwise I was speechless.  I surrendered and allowed four eager hands to feel me, caress me, and begin to undress me.  My first real conscious thoughts since I first sat on the bed were ‘when did Laura lose the robe?’ and ‘look at all that precum.’ 

Laura’s breasts were firm as they and their prominent nipples rubbed against me.  Jim’s cock was indeed leaking a sizeable amount of the clear liquid, pooling at his large mushroom-shaped head and trickling down the thick shaft to his balls.  Incredibly, he was even harder and thicker now, as it was more fully engorged.  I couldn’t believe this was happening but I felt powerless to overcome my hunger for him—and her.

Jim muttered, “God, honey, you were right... she’s hot!”  His finger was in my pussy, exploring for my G-spot, as Laura’s lips met mine.  “And very wet!” he exclaimed.  “God, look at those beauties!”  As Laura’s lips left mine, Jim pulled me to him and it was his turn.  His tongue flitted into my mouth to meet and toy with mine.  My breasts tingled as they pressed against his hot chest.  How did I end up with nothing on?  I don’t remember how; everything was a blur as I kissed this naked stranger in his bed. 

I heard slurping sounds and an occasional “Mmmm” as Laura must be sucking his cock.  For some innate, lustful reason I had to see this, so I pulled away from Jim’s lips and turned to face Laura.  Her lips were stretched around his shaft.  She was only taking about a third of his length into her.  God, she looked so beautiful as she lay on the other side of him with one leg across his chest.  She was getting into it; her hips twitched from her arousal.  My eyes were drawn to her exposed pussy.  It was baby-bald and glistening in the afternoon sunlight that filtered through the window.  Her anus was pink and not quite as puckered as I would have expected.  My God, I realized all of a sudden: she’s had him in her ass, and probably many times!   I shuddered from what might have been a mini-orgasm.

Minutes ago I wanted to leave, and now I didn’t know what I wanted more, his monster of a cock, or her invitingly pretty pussy.  I couldn’t run away from my bisexuality, and somehow Laura sensed it.

His manhood won out.  Laura’s eyes met mine as I sidled closer.  She let him slip from her lips and asked, “Your turn?”  I nodded my head.  I too had to stretch my lips to take him, yet I was determined to get his fine piece of meat down my throat.  I sucked greedily on his shaft as I slowly took him deeper and deeper.

“Oh God, you’re gooooooood,” Jim crooned.  I fought the gag reflex and my jaw hurt, but I was throating him most of the way.  His moans were getting louder.  Just as I began to feel him swell, probably from his readying to cum, a tongue penetrated my pussy and stroked my enflamed clit.  I pulled him from between my lips and groaned. 

“Aw, why’d you stop?”  Jim exclaimed, while Laura was between my thighs and furiously eating me.  “Oh,” was his only follow-up comment when he saw what his wife was doing.

My orgasm hit me like I’d slammed head-on into a brick wall.  My head snapped back and I screamed.  Laura pulled me towards her on the big bed and her wet, pussy juice-soaked lips found mine.  I tasted her and I tasted me, and what I tasted was heaven on earth.  As Laura and I kissed, I felt Jim’s strong hands kneading and explore my breasts, murmuring how much he loved them.  It seemed he was also touching his wife somehow, since Laura was responding to more than my post-orgasmic kiss.

“Angela, babe... that was some cum of yours,” Jim whispered to me as his fingers tweaked my aching nipples.

Laura pulled her lips from mine and whispered, “Angela, oh Angela... I’ve wanted you for so long... oh... God you’re so hot.”  Her hand found my breasts as her husband transferred his attention once again to my G-spot, though now more urgently—and with much more natural lubrication.  She gently touched the side of my face with the hand not currently tweaking a nipple, and asked, “Would you like to fuck Jim now?  His cock is aching for you... it’s soooooooooo hard!”

I’m so shamelessly wanton now, needing to be fucked so badly my mind can’t comprehend how this beautiful couple wanted ME.  But I definitely wanted HIM.  I nodded to Laura, and moved to straddle Jim’s fantastic body.

“Ooo, yeah, honey.”  He said to his wife as I slowly impaled myself on his massive shaft.

Laura whimpered “Yes…yes…sweetheart, we’re the threesome I always wanted.”

I’m trying to go slowly so I can get accustomed to his girth, but he reached out and grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him almost to the hilt.  Oh God, he’s stretching me to the limit!  At first he poked my cervix being so long and deep, but my headlong rush to a second orgasm caused it to reflexively retract in order to take his size.  He did the work of lifting me and then sliding me back onto his erection, but soon my arousal hit a fever pitch and I began to rock in a circular motion, up-and-down and front-to-back as he firmly held my breasts like the reins of a wild horse.  Wild I was.

I moaned, “Yes, yessssss, YESSSSSSS!”

“Oh baby, oh baby,” Jim repeated until he muttered only “Mumph, mumph” 

I had my head back, savoring the way his big cock filled me as I bounced and swayed on top of him, so I didn’t realize until his hands fell away and his stifled moans got my attention that Laura was straddling his face and riding his tongue.  Our eyes met and we drew closer and kissed, all the while humping her husband’s cock and tongue in a tandem rhythm.  It was her turn to fondle my breasts.  The three of us bobbed and swayed to the eternal symphony of sexual intercourse until I heard his pussy-stifled groan, at the same time I felt his cock pulse as he shot his semen into me.

I arched my back and mashed my clit against his pubic bone as I forced his full penetration into me, feeling the last of his ejaculatory throbs as I climaxed.  “Ohhhhhhhh, Godddddddd, Ughhhhh, Ahhhhh,” I screamed and moaned in ecstasy, until Laura pulled me toward her and kissed me again.

Soon it was her turn to climax, apparently spraying a considerable amount of her juices into her husband’s mouth based upon his gurgling response.  Laura and I fell off Jim and lay next to him on the big bed.  We continued kissing and caressing each other for a long time.

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Jim proclaimed, before realizing what he was implying and added, “I mean, honey... the three of us... it was so great...”   He need not worry about his implication; we were beyond listening, lost in our own world—a world where only two coupling women can be.  While we kissed, her fingertips stroked my engorged clit and I had another orgasm.  Jim didn’t want to be a spectator so he hugged and touched us; three bodies clinging together as one.

I figured it was over, but they didn’t want me to leave.  “I can’t stay the night,” I said as I climbed from the bed.

“Why not?” they both echoed.

Jim patted the bed as he did earlier, and said, “C’mon Angela, I know you want more, just a little more fun…for Laura?  See how horny she is?  She still wants you, and I do too.”

Oh God, his fantastic cock was drawing me back to him.  My pussy was hot and wet again as Laura jumped from the bed and came to me.  Her hand caressed my ass cheek in a slow, circular motion as our kiss deepened.  Oh yes, I needed some more loving.  Before I knew it, Jim’s strong hands were around my waist and he was dragging me back onto the bed.  He effortlessly lifted me and set me on my knees with my ass to him.

“God, I want it one more time in that tight pussy of yours,” Jim bellowed before ramming his immense cock deep into me.

Every nerve ending was aflame in passion.  “Oh yes... fuck me... fuck me good!” I screamed.  “Oh... your cock... oh... yes... it’s soooo big!  Harder... faster... yes!” I wailed some more as he thrust vigorously.  My head resting on the bed and my ass in the air, getting pounded by Jim’s ever-quickening rhythm, I didn’t realize Laura was there until she pushed her wet pussy lips into my gasping mouth.  She had climbed on the bed and spread her legs for me.  I took a drink of her nectar as my tongue penetrated her twitching cunt.  My body was being assaulted at both ends and it was nirvana.

How many times did I convulse in orgasm as Jim fucked me?  I could only be amazed at his endurance—which obviously measures up to his size.  Just as Laura came, I felt Jim pull out.  Before I could wonder why, his cock-head was at my anus and he’s punching in.

I sobbed an orgasmic “No!”

Laura cried out “Angela” as pussy juice burst from her into my open mouth.

He moaned “Yes!” as his hard girth traumatized my virgin sphincter.

Jim’s rhythm was quickly back to the rapid pace he had while in my vagina.  My pain as quickly was becoming pleasure as he reamed me, hitting nerve endings I never knew I had.

I ululated, “Unnnhhh, Unnnhhh, Unnnhhh, Unnnhhh...” on every thrust of his; my cries in perfect syncopation to his grunts and the slapping sound of his balls hitting my wet, swollen pussy lips.

Laura moved beside me and played with my swaying tits.  Her husband made one final, climactic grunt and began pumping his seed deep within my rectum.  His throbbing, spewing cock stretched my sphincter one iota more than I think it could’ve ever been stretched, and...

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Godddddddddddddddd!” I screamed. 

I felt his hot cum spread within my bowels!  The orgasm was so intense my entire body trembled, the quaking beginning in my vagina and lower abdomen and spreading rapidly up my spine until my whole body shuddered and shook in magnificent bliss.  I screamed again, this time so loudly I think I startled Laura.  Then I passed out.

I awakened later to the steady ‘squeak, squeak’ of the bouncing bedsprings, matching the ‘thump, thump’ of the headboard hitting the bedroom wall.  It was dark—well into nighttime it seemed—and I was nestled comfortably within the cotton sheets.  Though dark, I made out the outline of Jim’s ass next to me as he fucked his wife in the missionary position, rapidly pounding into her.

Thump...thump... Squeak...squeak... “Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...”

“Yes...yes...yes...yes...”  Slap...slap...slap...

I reached over and cupped one of Laura’s breasts, jiggling along to the rhythm of the bouncing bed.  It was really too dark to see, but I thought Laura turned to look at me just before she cried out her ecstasy.

I whispered, “I wanna feel you cum,” as I slid my thumb and forefinger around Jim’s pistoning cock, forming the meat of the sandwich between his thrusting pubis and her wet, pulsing vulva.

“Arrrrghhhhhhh!”  He grunted and shot his load.  Wow!  One... two... three... four... five massive spasms pulsed through his cock, followed by several smaller ones as he wondrously ejaculated into her.  I felt semen ooze out of her around his cock and I swooned, thinking I had THAT much fountained into my pussy and rectum earlier by this big, beautiful man.

I sighed. 

Jim moaned. 

Laura whimpered. 

Sexual satisfaction, indeed!  Well, perhaps not yet.  As a sated Jim fell onto his back, Laura and I embraced and kissed.  She was still riding the waves of her latest orgasm; I could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Oh Angela,” she whispered in my ear.  “I’ve never been so hot, and Jim hasn’t been this horny in ages.”  She took a deep breath.  “Did you see how he just fucked me?  That’s because of you, you know.  He’s gonna want to do you again—while I watch.” Her body shuddered.  “Jesus, oh Jesus, I love you, Angela for coming into our bed.”

While she was whispering, her fingers were massaging my clit.  I wasn’t sure which was more of a turn-on—her words or her fingers—but this new orgasm snuck up on me and I was cumming before I even knew I was close.

In minutes we were all sound asleep, tangled in the sheets and with each other. 

When I next came awake it was still dark though telltale signs of dawn were in the periphery of my vision.  My first thought was a universal one: did I just dream this, or did it really happen?  I knew it was real when I realized my hand was around the shaft of Jim’s beautifully erect member.  He was now lying between me and his apparently still-sleeping wife. 

He leaned toward me and whispered, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”  He nibbles at one ear before whispering into it, “How about we put this stiff thing to good use.”

“Good use” this time wasn’t my vagina.  He spit some saliva on his shaft and nestled it between my breasts.  I held them together and he fucked his newfound nook.  I was thinking they call this “Russian” but what did a young heretofore naïve girl know?

“I love your tits” he repeated several times as he slid between them.  I knew he was about to cum before he announced the fact.  “Oh Angela… here it comes,” he murmured as stream after stream of hot semen hit my chin and coated my neck and chest.  He didn’t stop until after several more thrusts he managed a couple more hot ropes of cum.

Laura wasn’t sleeping any longer.  In the filtered moonlight she pressed against me while looking up into her husband’s eyes.  “Oh, honey... you never came like that before!  That was sooooo hot!  I love you both!”

As his cock sated softened he kissed me on the lips and whispered, “I want to love you both forever and ever.”

Laura joined in by whimpering her plea: “Angela, I want you.  I—we—need you to promise that we’ll do this again and again.  Please move in with us.  Please.”

“Move in?  Really?”

“Aren’t you listening to the great music we’re producing?  Terzetto!”

“What?”

“Terzetto… music made by a trio.  A three-part harmony.  It’s special, and so aren’t we,” he said as someone—either him or her—was tickling my clit again.  I was going to respond that nothing should be this impulsive, but he cut me off as he caressed one of my semen-sticky breasts.  “My Laura wants you and I want you.”

The closer on the deal would be his splendid cock.  The man’s stamina and recovery were proving to be amazing as I spread my legs for him.  This time he did me missionary with my legs in the air and Laura straddling my face.

I hadn’t been contemplating whatsoever how the sex would affect my job.  After all, as Jim nailed me harder and I ramped up to my orgasmic cliff, his wife—my boss—kneaded my aching breasts as her pussy juice trickled down my probing tongue.  I abandoned all thought as I began to climax.

Like an out-of-body experience I heard my screams like they were coming from someone else, and they were mixed with Laura’s own orgasmic wail.  His accompanying groan sealed our ultimate copulation.  In one night we’d become lovers whose climaxes interweaved and fed off each other’s, never seeming to end.

Laura eventually teased Jim, “Are you okay now, or do you still want to watch the video with Missy?”

“Why bother now that we’ve found our perfect third voice.  I think it’s time we set up the camera and make a new video, don’t you?” which was directed at me more than his wife.

I didn’t have to answer, as I was sure they read my facial expression.  Laura answered for me, “It’s Saturday morning, and I don’t think any of us has anywhere to be but here.  Let’s shower, have some breakfast, and then see what happens.”

What happened was the best fuck of my life as Jim took me from behind in the shower stall, squeezing my breasts the whole time, while Laura made breakfast.  This time was slow and extra-sensual unlike the frantic coupling during the night. I was certain she heard me all the way to the kitchen.

They both were dessert.

I moved in the next day.

And we have some movies to watch.

 

Donna M.

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