<b>Running Down a Dream</b>,
				an erotic tale by AchtungNight

Tagline: Insane fan messes up marathon to meet Ryan Reynolds.

<b>Celebs:</b> Ryan Reynolds, Scarlett Johansson.
<b>Codes:</b> MFF, oral, rom.

<I> Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy.  This
story is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based
on real events and people.  All characters based on real people
are idealized.  All celebrities in the story are impersonated-
poorly.  I the author have no actual connection to any celebrity
mentioned in this story other than being their fan and I
acknowledge that they do not act in real life the way my
characters based on them do. This story was not written for
financial profit and I expect none from it.  This story contains
controversial adult themes and situations, so it should not be
read by those who are close-minded or under age 18.</I>

<b>Intro:</b> <I>This story was done by request.  It was a
fantasy a friend tried to achieve but did not.  In reality, she
never saw the guy in the race with her.  In this fictional story,
things happen a little different.  My friend's character is used
with her permission but some personal details have been changed
or idealized.  This tale also resolves a few differences between
my fictional universe and reality.  My story `Rekindled' is a
prequel but neither it nor any other story is required to fully
understand this one.  Thanks to my editor- any mistakes not
caught by that person are my responsibility.  Feedback
appreciated. (DougElder21@yahoo.com)  Enjoy!</I>

***
<b>New York City, USA.  November 2008.</b>

	Like her quarry, she was a running fool.

	Angie Messina had completed thirty-three different marathons in
her thirty years of life so far.  She liked to run at least three
marathons a year and train hard the rest of the time.  Every
morning she ran at least five miles.  On Saturdays and Sundays
she ran at least ten.  The only exceptions were rare scheduled
days of rest.  She frequently took part in 5Ks, 10Ks,
half-marathons and other races preparing for the marathons that
were her objectives.  Angie had been doing this since high
school.  If you were to call her a fitness enthusiast, you would
be right.

	She did not run for exercise, although that was a side benefit.
She ran to challenge herself instead.  Before she died, Angie
wanted to finish every major marathon on Earth she could.  When
she got too old to run anymore she would publish her memoirs and
donate the proceeds to charity.  She believed others would surely
be inspired by this.  Thus Angie left her native Texas three
times a year to complete marathons all over the world.

	Angie had run marathons in Dallas, Chicago, San Francisco,
London, Rome and many other places.  If a city had a marathon she
wanted to run it.  The Austin marathon was her first and
thirty-two others had followed in the twelve years afterwards. 
She liked to alternate between a race inside the United States
and one outside.  Her last race had been in Mexico City and the
one before that in Seattle.  Today Angie was running in New York.

	Several thousand other people ran around her, huffing and
puffing.  Millions more cheered on the sidelines, shouting names
and passing water or Gatorade to runners who got close.  As
always, the presence of these other runners and spectators kept
the route of the race clear in Angie's head.  It did not matter
that Angie had never run it before.  She had been delaying
participation for a special moment.  This year had been that
time.

	"Shake that tail, baby!" a man with a Brooklyn accent called
out.

	Angie ignored him.  For all she knew, he wasn't yelling at her.
She could not let herself be distracted.

It would be cool if he was watching me though, Angie thought. 
Her running kept her body tanned and toned.  Her breasts were
small, her legs long and firm, and her hips slim.  Her body was
accented well by her white "I Heart New York City" t-shirt and
blue shorts.  Her hawk-featured face and doe brown eyes showed
the best of Tejano heritage.  Long black hair spread out behind
her in a loose ponytail, bobbing as she ran.  Every inch of her
body was exuding sweat yet nonetheless she looked determined. 
Her heart pumped as she let out pant after pant.

Yes, Angie Messina was a vision.  The same could be said of most
anyone else in the race, though.  Looking around, she could spot
thirty or more people in the immediate area that looked just as
good as she.

	<I>Running on...</I> the voice of Jackson Browne sang from her
I-Pod. <I>Running on, empty...  Running on...  Running
blind...</I>

	A smile touched Angie's lips at the song.  Her I-Pod was set to
her marathon mix and had been playing random tunes from it for
the past three and three quarter hours.  Most of the songs were
about running and all of them were chosen to keep her focused and
alive.  Not every song had "run" in the title but most did.  The
Jackson Browne tune playing at the moment was one of Angie's
favorites.  The mix also included "I Run for Life" by Melissa
Etheridge, "Running down a Dream" by Tom Petty and "Run" by Fefe
Dobson.  Angie let these songs and the others echo in her mind as
her body moved.

	The race is almost over now, she told herself.  I've been
through all five of New York City's boroughs, crossed five
bridges and passed many landmarks.  A minute or so ago I ran
through Columbus Circle and for the second time entered Central
Park.  At my current pace I should finish just shy of four hours
even.  Not bad.  I'm not a speed demon by any means, I'm more
about endurance.  I run for completion, not for a win.

	Come on, Angie ordered her body, feeling it start to falter. 
You can finish this.  Once you complete this race you will have
done all five World Marathon Majors.  You did the Marine Corps
Marathon in Arlington, Virginia two years ago and the Great Wall
of China Marathon three years before that.  Both were more
difficult than this race.  Keep your chin up.  Come on!

	She looked around her as she ran, eyes open for a certain
co-participant.  Angie knew this would be her last chance to see
him.  Everybody around her was speeding up now, second winds
kicking in as they approached the finish line.  Faces dashed past
her and she was forced to push herself harder to keep up.  Where
is he? Angie wondered.  Where is my beloved famous man?

	Celebrities frequently took part in the New York Marathon for
challenge and charity.  Several Olympians competed each year
along with one or more entertainers.  Puff Daddy, Katie Holmes
and Lance Armstrong were just a few of the famous entrants. 
Another celebrity runner, David Lee Roth of the band Van Halen,
was singing in Angie's ears right now.  None of these was the
person on her mind though.

	"Ryan," she whispered as she sprinted across the Sheep Meadow. 
"Ryan.  Must... find... Ryan!"

	Ryan Reynolds was Angie's favorite actor.  His TV show "Two Guys
and a Girl" had entertained her all through college and his films
such as "Van Wilder" and the upcoming "Wolverine" had taken over
afterwards.  Ryan was a hunky veteran of comedy and action and
Angie enjoyed watching him in both.  When she heard that he was
running the New York Marathon this year, she knew it was her year
to run too.  Ryan's participation had been heavily hyped, aided
by his confession to the press that he was a "running joke" and
also his elopement with an A-list Hollywood star the day before
the race.

	I will meet him in this race, Angie prayed.  I will say hi to
him and exchange smiles with him as we cross the finish line
together.  I'm running for Parkinson's disease research just like
him.  He will be pleased when he learns this and fall in love
with me at first sight.  Ryan will leave his wife, actress
Scarlett Johansson, and marry me!

Okay, maybe he won't do that last thing, but I can dream, right?
I know it's a dumb idea.  It will probably never happen with the
nature of random chance and all these runners.  Finishing the
race is more important anyway.  I want it to happen, though. 
Please, just let me see him!  I'll never meet him otherwise, I
know it.  Please!

	The finish line at Tavern on the Green came into sight.  Angie
shook her head in frustration and keyed a button on her I-Pod. 
The instrumental version of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"
replaced David Lee Roth at once.  This tune had been carefully
chosen for Angie's final dash.  It was the triumphant theme music
from her favorite movie set in New York City, "Die Hard with a
Vengeance".  Throughout history people had used it to propel
themselves towards glory in the arts, athletics and war.  Angie
grinned and set her jaw, upping her pace as the tune's horns
broadcast their chords.

<I>Boom ba da ba da, boom ba da ba da, ba dum, ba dum...  Boom ba
da ba da, boom ba da ba da, ba dum, ba dum...</I>

	Oh my God!  Her mouth fell open as the music hit a crescendo. 
There he is!

	A tall and fresh-faced man was just ahead of her, the other
participants parting to give him room.  Runner's etiquette always
applied in marathons, double when it came to celebrities.  Ryan
Reynolds's brown hair and muscular physique were drenched in
sweat and so were his white t-shirt and red shorts.  A large tag
bearing his name and charity on the back of his shirt identified
him to the crowd.

Several other runners who had recognized him were forming a loose
perimeter about their icon just in case something happened. 
Angie could tell they were only fans, though, not security.  None
were watching the area or crowds, so they all had to be athletes
like her.  They didn't even blink as Angie moved through their
ranks.

	Ryan wheezed and looked at her as she came alongside him.  His
eyes lit up and he gave Angie an approving smile.  Angie nodded
back.  Then she heard someone cheering Ryan's name and felt
jealousy creep across her spine.

	"Ryan!" a voluptuous blonde woman in a black blouse and jeans
was jumping up and down and screaming amongst the crowd.  "Over
here!  Ryan!"

	"Hey, Scarlett!" Ryan shouted and waved in reply.

	Damn you Scarlett Johansson, Angie thought, glaring at the
blonde.  Why did Ryan have to marry you?  Sure you're the idol of
millions in beauty and career.  Sure you have lots of hit movies
under your belt including "Match Point", "Lost in Translation"
and "The Spirit", which I'm looking forward to seeing this
Christmas.  Your fame doesn't matter though.  Nor does the body
you have which I will never have.  Ryan loves me, darn it!  He
could if he would just look at me!  Turn around!  Ryan!

"Ryan!"

Yelling his name, Angie turned and leapt into Ryan just as they
both crossed the finish line.  His arms went up as he came to a
stop and hit the ground.  Angie's tackle had struck him in the
waist.  She gasped and cursed as she saw Ryan's forehead impact
on the pavement.  Scarlett was staring at them from the crowd,
her jaw and eyes wide as her bodyguards kept the other spectators
back from her.

	"Thirty-four," Angie mumbled, lying on the concrete beside Ryan
as she watched him slump unconscious.  Just like the original
marathoner, Angie thought.  She could feel her own twisted ankle
and skinned knee.  Thirty-four marathons, she reflected, and now
her first injury.  Shit!

	Then a karate chop walloped the back of her neck and she knew no
more.

	<I>Boom ba da ba da ba dum!</I>

***

	Beep!  Beep!

	Angie opened her eyes and stared at the hospital monitor
machine.  Its sharp tone had intruded on her dreams and awakened
her.  She looked around and exhaled.  She was in a hospital room
lying in a bed with her left arm and right leg in restraints and
bandages all over her body.  The last thing she could remember
was the final chords of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"
pounding in her head as something hard struck her and several
more impacts followed afterwards.  It was unclear to Angie how
long she had been out.

	A petite brunette angel of a woman dressed in a white coat
slipped into the room.  Her features showed a mix of Irish and
Italian ancestry.  Angie blinked in surprised recognition and Dr.
Contessa Winfield's halo disappeared.

	"Good morning," the physician greeted her.  "Do you know me?"

Angie grinned and nodded.  "Hi, Tess."

The doctor was a friend of Angie's, one of several who had
cheered her on from amongst the crowd during the race.  They had
first met five years ago when Angie did some building design work
for her ex-boyfriend, Tess's employer Doug Ramsay.

Angie was a Dallas architect and University of Texas teaching
assistant when she wasn't running.  Doug Ramsay was a former
Austin area law enforcement officer whom Angie had first met in
college.  They had dated for a brief time and broken up shortly
after graduation.  Then he became a cop and saved twenty-nine
bank robbery hostages with negotiation and a single gunshot,
winning a Medal of Valor.  Doug retired nine months after that
and opened his own London nightclub, "Inside Out".  Angie was one
of several contractors who helped him design the place.

	Doug was the one who told me Ryan Reynolds would be taking part
in the New York Marathon this year, Angie recalled.  He sponsored
me in the race, pledging twenty thousand dollars to charity as I
requested.  He couldn't come cheer me on himself, but he did send
Tess and a few other friends.  I'm glad she's here.

	"Hi," Tess said.  She moved over Angie, checking her temperature
and other vitals.  Angie responded as the doctor asked her for
her name, her mother's, and that of the current United States
President.  "Barack Obama," Tess corrected the latter answer. 
"At least he will be President in two months after the current
term ends."

	Angie blinked.  "I've been unconscious for several days?"

	"Three days," Tess replied.  "If you ask me, you probably needed
the rest.  I know how much you exert yourself."

	Angie sighed, looking over her injuries.  "What happened?"

	"You don't remember?"  Tess showed her a copy of the New York
Post.  "Race Riot!" proclaimed the headline.  Angie gaped, seeing
a photo of her tackling Ryan Reynolds under the words.  She read
the article as Tess held it up to her face.

	"This is all wrong!" Angie said, shaking her head.  "I don't
look anything like Alanis!"

	"Yes, you do, Angie.  You better be happy you do.  Several of
that singer's fans pulled Ryan Reynolds's impromptu rescuers off
you seconds after you knocked him out and the runners near him
began pummeling you.  If Alanis fans hadn't been there amongst
the crowd and mistook you for Ryan's former fiancée, you might be
dead now."

	Angie read the article further.  Alanis Morissette was a rock
star who was once engaged to Ryan Reynolds.  Their relationship
had lasted four years and enjoyed a lot of media exposure.  Angie
resembled Alanis slightly and she supposed Tess was right: that
had saved her life.  Tess flipped the page at her prompting cough
and Angie read on.

	"So I'm not in jail?"

	"Nope.  I told Ryan about you and he agreed not to press
charges. The charities are still getting money from both of your
efforts since you were over the finish line when you fell."

	Angie stopped reading, looking up at the physician.  "Did you
just meet Ryan at the race or...?"

	"No," Tess interrupted.  "He's one of the famous folk who visits
Doug's club on a regular basis.  I've given him a physical many
times."

	Doug has always been surrounded by celebrity, Angie recalled. 
He was the adopted child of diplomats and a bestselling fiction
writer.  He used that background and his police medal to win a
date with legendary softball pitcher Cat Osterman.  Now he ran a
nightclub that was also a semi-secret international swingers'
haven.  Tess was in charge of the clinic there.  Why hadn't
either of them ever told Angie Ryan was a member before?

	"I pulled some strings to be put in charge of your treatment
here at St. Vincent's," Tess filled her in further.  "It helped
that most of the other doctors in New York are very angry at you
right now and I did my residency here.  You have a twisted ankle,
a skinned knee, a sprained arm and a few other injuries.  There's
nothing serious besides the bump on the head that put you down. 
Nobody else was critically injured in the riot you caused either.
 There are a lot of reporters, runners, and other people who want
to meet you.  Asher and a few of our other comrades have been
helping me keep them at bay."

	Angie nodded at the name of Tess's companion Asher Stravjan, a
Polish janitor and former soldier.  "Is Doug here?"

	"He arrived yesterday.  As you can imagine, he's upset with you.
 The same is true for a lot of people.  Talk show hosts are
arguing over whether you should be called a stalker or just an
insane fan."

	"We're all a little insane!" Angie snapped.  She took a breath,
recovering herself.  "I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me.
 I saw Ryan and I heard that bitch cheering his name..."

	Tess cut her off.  "Scarlett Johansson is not a bitch.  She and
Ryan are paying for your stay here.  This hospital doesn't work
for free and neither do I.  Scarlett has been my patient longer
than her husband.  I know her quite well."  Tess leaned down and
kissed Angie on the forehead to emphasize her words.

"What?" Tess asked the shocked Angie when she pulled away.  "Did
you forget I lead the doctors who treat Inside Out's clients? 
Did you think I wouldn't indulge with others the way I did with
you?"

Angie blinked.  She liked to date both men and women, though she
preferred the former.  Tess had enjoyed an on-again off-again
relationship with Angie since the day they met.  She was
reminding Angie of that now.

"Jesus Christ!" Angie cursed, realizing what else she was saying.
 "I didn't know you..."  She stammered, unable to form words.

"I like to get close to my patients," Tess said, "especially
celebrity couples where the wife goes both ways.  I've been with
both Scarlett and Ryan many times."

"You never told me!"  Angie was hysterical.

"Quiet yourself, Angelina.  I'm authorized to tell you now by
Doug, Ryan and Scarlett."  Tess kissed her forehead again.  "This
was Doug's idea.  He thought your stunt at the race might create
a good opportunity for you.  Call it his sense of humor."

A cough came from the doorway before Angie could answer.  She
looked and saw Ryan Reynolds standing there with Scarlett
Johansson just behind.  Both celebrities wore dark suits now. 
The wizened albino figure of Asher Stravjan was holding the door
open for them.  All three were sending smiles at Angie, their
faces bemused.

"We heard you were awake," Ryan spoke first.  "Doug called us." 
He held up a gigantic get-well card with several dozen
signatures.  The names of Paula Radcliffe and the other two women
who had won the 2008 New York Marathon competition were at the
top beside Scarlett and Ryan's names.  The signature of the noted
actor and Parkinson's disease victim Michael J. Fox was nearby.

"Scarlett and I have been going around getting these," said Ryan.
  "We're trying to get people to calm down about what you did to
me.  It's not working that well, but..."  Ryan trailed off and
shrugged.

"Hello," Scarlett said, stepping around Ryan and towards Angie's
bedside.  "I think you know who we are already.  May I have your
name please?"

The slim brunette quivered under the voluptuous blonde's sharp
gaze.  "Angelina Patricia Graciela Messina," she answered after
pausing.  "People call me Angie."

"Angie," Scarlett repeated.  "Okay.  Exactly what are your
intentions regarding my husband, Angie?"

Angie frowned, not sure how to answer.  Asher flashed something
at her in sign language over Scarlett's shoulder and she nodded
in thanks.

"I love your husband," Angie said.  "I've been in love with him
for years.  It's a dumb crush, something I never thought I'd get
to go anywhere.  Then I saw him in the race and you made me
jealous and... here we are."  She waved her hand in response to
another of Asher's signs.

Ryan nodded.  "People have been telling us a lot about you. 
Scarlett and I like most of what we've heard.  Are your feelings
towards me something you can put aside easily?"

Angie grimaced again.  She could see the way Ryan looked at
Scarlett and vice versa.  They were fully into each other, she
realized now.  Rats.  Oh well, I never had a chance anyway.

"I think so," she answered her favorite actor.  "I don't want my
feelings to be easily forgotten, but they are.  I'm sorry for
what I did to you."  The mute Asher flashed her some additional
gestures.  "If I can make it up to you, just tell me what to do."

"There is one thing," Ryan said, his grin widening.  "You won't
be able to do it until you get back on your feet, but I don't
think you'll have any problem with it.  Scarlett, why don't you
tell this nice lady about the night before our wedding?"

Angie raised her eyebrows as Scarlett laughed and told the story
of how one of her past lesbian lovers had come back into her life
on Halloween and motivated her to elope with Ryan the next day.

"Ryan joined us as soon as I made the offer," Scarlett finished.
"He was a little shocked the morning after we all woke up tangled
together, though.  To calm him down, I agreed to move up our
wedding to that very day."  She held up her ring.  "It's an open
relationship, as you've probably guessed by now.  We'd like to
add you to our ranks of outside friends, if you don't mind."

"Really?"  Angie was almost speechless.

"Yes, really," Ryan said.  "I think it's the only way to keep you
from someday tackling me again."

"You're also quite beautiful," added Scarlett.  She patted
Angie's hand and looked directly into her eyes.

"Um..." Angie answered, still shocked.  Then she took a breath
and regained control of her emotions.  There was only one
possible answer.  "Sure!  I'd love to be friends with you guys. 
That is, if you really think you can trust me."

"We look forward to killing you if we can't," Ryan replied in
half jest.  Angie was too delighted to react to his words. She
merely nodded and looked at Tess.

"When can I get out of here?"

"Soon," the physician said, directing a pleased smile towards
Asher.  Tess then let Ryan and Scarlett both kiss Angie on the
lips before ushering them out of the room so her patient could
rest.

***
	Several days later, Angie left the hospital.  Her injuries were
healed enough for her to move again, although serious exertion
like the running she used to do was still a month or so away.

I will have to build myself back up, Angie told herself.  It
shouldn't be too difficult.  Asher and Tess have given me a very
good therapy schedule.  The press has backed off now too.  I made
brief public statements that I was sorry for tackling Ryan and
they decided to leave me alone.  I guess the election and other
concerns are more important to them now.

	Ryan and Scarlett's offer was still foremost in Angie's mind. 
They had sent her flowers a few times during her recovery and
also stopped by to see her again on multiple occasions.  Angie
felt like she knew them now and was ready to be something more to
them than a fan.  She still harbored some jealousy towards
Scarlett but they had become friends.  The ironic fact that the
man of her dreams might have a beautiful wife who was also
bisexual had never before crossed her mind.

	Angie often got the idea that Scarlett was very nervous around
her but she supposed she couldn't blame the other woman for that.
 Ryan was nervous also.  Whatever, Angie thought.  I'm just glad
I make them both hot.

	She was headed upstairs in an elevator with the couple now,
exchanging smiles and hopes for what lay ahead.  Angie was still
using a cane and had her left arm and right ankle in bandages,
but she could not wait any longer.  Scarlett and Ryan had invited
her to visit their suite at the Hilton Garden Inn as soon as she
was mobile and ready.  They were only in New York for two weeks,
though, and tonight was the last night.  Thus Angie had called
them with a yes.  They had eaten dinner in the hotel restaurant
and settled various issues.  The hotel staff was very good at
keeping their trio both satisfied and hidden from public view.

	Now I'm with Ryan and Scarlett en route to their room, Angie
said to herself.  Her heart was shaking with disbelief as she
stepped out of the elevator.  The Cambodian female clerk who had
escorted them upstairs nodded at Scarlett and Ryan as they exited
and then headed back down.

"Well?" Ryan said, offering Angie his elbow.  "Shall we?"

	Angie paused, unsettled.  Was she really up to what lay ahead? 
Tess had released her and her head wound was healed, but
everything still seemed so much like she was imagining it.  She
pinched herself and then laughed along with Scarlett and Ryan.

	"Okay," Angie said when everyone had calmed.  She then smiled
and took Ryan's arm.

	Ryan led her down the hallway.  Walking ahead, Scarlett unlocked
a door and waved them inside.  An unmade queen-size bed with
white sheets dominated the otherwise clean room within. 
Releasing Angie, Ryan walked over and sat down on the bed, then
began taking off his shirt.

	"Now remember," Scarlett told Angie, "this is just for tonight.
We have to go back to L.A. tomorrow evening and leave for our two
week honeymoon.  Any future trysts you'll have to set up with us
at a later date."

	"Okay," Angie repeated herself, her eyes on Ryan.

	His well-muscled hairless chest was revealed and he was pushing
down his pants.  Angie could see his erect cock through his
underwear.  She felt a damp ache between her own legs and her
nipples hardening.  Naked, Ryan stood up, dropped his pants and
stepped towards her.  With one hand he reached out and smoothed
Angie's hair.

	"Ahem," Scarlett coughed.

	Ryan and Angie turned to see she was already out of her blue
blouse and slacks.  Scarlett's large pink tits stood at attention
and her pussy was open and shaved.  Fastest disrober I've ever
seen, Angie thought as the blonde stepped forward.  Scarlett
kissed Angie's lips, hard and with tongue lashing.  She then
turned and gave Ryan a deeper embrace.  The couple swapped
tongues and then turned to both beam at Angie.

	"You're overdressed," Ryan said.

	Angie nodded, shaking on her cane.  She dropped the mobility aid
and sheepishly returned Ryan and Scarlett's smiles.  "Help me?"

	Scarlett nodded and began unbuttoning her checkered shirt.  Ryan
unfastened her black skirt and pushed it off her hips.  He
fondled Angie's cunt through her white cotton panties for a
moment and then shoved the underwear down.  Angie kicked both
skirt and panties aside and then stepped out of her shoes. 
Scarlett was meanwhile divesting Angie of her shirt and bra. 
Angie tried to control herself as she shrugged out of her
garments.  She could only move in a daze as Scarlett and Ryan
took her hands and carefully led her to the bed.

	They helped her lay down and then began kissing and stroking her
body.  Ryan tongued her wide brown nipples and pressed two
fingers against the well of her pussy's thin dark vee. 
Scarlett's lips and hands were on her face, neck and back.  They
both avoided the wounded areas of Angie's body, moving slow and
exciting her nerves.  Angie returned their caresses with her
right hand, touching Ryan's pectorals.  She did not resist when
Scarlett took hold of her bandaged left arm and guided its hand.
Soon Angie was feeling Scarlett's breasts on her palm.  She
rubbed them as best she was able, visualizing her lovers' bodies
like one of her architectural sketches.  Her hands drew and eased
out improvements where they could.

	Husband and wife kissed her, then each other.  Caresses were
traded in counterpoint to the kisses.  The exchange went on for
some time, growing heavier as minutes passed.  No one was in any
hurry.  Angie dallied right along with Scarlett and Ryan as they
cooperated in arousing her.  She ignored that her breath was
coming out like an engine and her heart was pounding in her
chest.

	Ryan moved away from her face, buffing his lips down her torso.
Scarlett meanwhile moved up, straddling Angie's head and moving
her nipples towards Angie's mouth.  The brunette leaned forward
and sucked the blonde's teats, her body throbbing harder.

	This is better than my wildest dreams, Angie thought.  On the
rare occasions when I've fantasized about women, Scarlett has
been a frequent guest in my mind.  I suppose I was doubly angry
at the thought I wouldn't ever get either of them when Ryan
married her.  I am so glad I was wrong.

	She opened her legs as Ryan licked her belly button.  His hands
were on her thighs, squeezing and stroking.  His mouth came down
and pushed into her cunt, breath and tongue thrusting inside. 
Angie gasped as she felt him nip at her clitoris.  She wrapped
her left arm around Scarlett and pulled the other woman closer,
kissing her breasts.  Her right hand went to Ryan's head, stroked
his hair as he continued lapping her pussy.  Scarlett's cunt was
meanwhile moving over the valley between Angie's own breasts,
pushing down against the left nipple and taking it inside.

	Angie moaned as she felt her tit stimulated by Scarlett's clit
rubbing against it.  Scarlett was also pinching her other breast
and rubbing her hair as Angie stroked and suckled her large
teats.  She bent and smiled at Angie, her tongue flicking between
her lips.

	Ryan leaned up and licked Scarlett's rear, then bent back down
and resumed lapping Angie's pussy.  Angie only shuddered for an
instant.  She'd had many lovers who enjoyed dirtier things. 
Ryan's tongue played across her vulva, then down to her ass crack
and back.  She could feel her inner walls collapsing and
contracting, her juices flowing in a heady stream.  Scarlett's
cunt was leaking against her breasts and Scarlett and Ryan's
hands were both moving faster across her body.  Something rose
inside Angie and she embraced it at once, not knowing how much
exercise her still-recovering body would be able to take.

	"Yes!" she gasped into Scarlett's chest.  "Yes!  I'm coming!"

	Scarlett chuckled and cuddled her close.  Both of Angie's hands
came up and rubbed the blonde's body, finding her pleasure
centers and activating them.  The brunette's spasms were sharp
and quick, good but over too soon.  She could feel Ryan moving
away from her legs and shivered at the loss.  Scarlett returned
her caresses, making up for Ryan's absence.  Angie enjoyed their
trading of passion but hoped Scarlett's husband would come back
soon.  She closed her eyes and prayed as Scarlett's torso and
lips rubbed against hers.

	Then she felt Ryan returning, moving close to her body and
Scarlett's.  He pressed his chest against Scarlett's back,
sandwiching the blonde between himself and Angie.  Feeling his
hard cock pushing at her thigh, Angie dropped a hand and grabbed
it.  She felt the condom on his organ and giggled in relief.

	"Open your legs," Ryan whispered.  "Open your legs, Angie. 
Scarlett, I need a little room here."

	His wife nodded and moved aside, pushing Angie down onto the bed
and then rolling away.  She let her husband and their new friend
embrace, stroking her breasts as she watched Ryan's manhood enter
Angie's pussy.  Angie clutched Ryan's sword tight between her
thighs, still sore but excited by the circumstances.  Her hands
fondled his chest and back as he thrust in and out of her cunt.

	They exchanged kisses and caresses, groins locked together. 
Scarlett watched their love-play for a moment and then moved to
place her thighs on either side of their heads.  Angie looked up
at Scarlett and then grinned in assent as the blonde gripped her
head and pushed it into her snatch.  Ryan was meanwhile kissing
his wife's rump and the backs of her thighs.

	Scarlett laughed and turned around, keeping her tunnel over
Angie's mouth.  Angie licked and stroked Scarlett's cunt, her own
inner muscles squeezing Ryan's member.  Scarlett pinched and
squeezed her own breasts and accepted her husband's kisses now
that they were face to face.

	The trio established a three-part formation and rhythm that was
best for all, avoiding Angie's wounds and pushing hard against
everyone's points of sensitivity.  Ryan's hands slapped against
both women's legs and tits, teasing them to full arousal.  Angie
scratched her nails down Ryan's back and knew Scarlett felt the
resulting vibrations.  The brunette smiled to herself when she
heard Ryan mumble Alanis's name.

	I suppose that's the main reason I'm here now, she thought.  I
resemble the woman who left you, Ryan, the one whom you still
yearn for.  I know you love Scarlett but you were with Alanis for
such a long time you wouldn't forget her easily.  I don't like
that you're not excited by me especially but I suppose we can
work on that.  I'm more pleased that Scarlett is here with us. 
You've got a rare gift here, Ryan, a woman who will let you
indulge your fantasies and share in them.  You better never let
her go.

	Little chance of that happening, Angie knew.  Even as Ryan
fucked her pussy, she could see him exchanging hot kisses and
smiles with Scarlett.  They were head over feet for each other
and Angie did not see much she could do to change that.  If I
even wanted to, she amended her id.  I think in the final
analysis I'm in love with them both!  She grinned at the
realization, dropping her precious illusions, and kissed
Scarlett's clit while squeezing Ryan's cock with her labials.

	Scarlett gasped just then and Angie felt the other woman's
juices flowing stronger.  She smiled and swallowed them down. 
Scarlett was contracting hard, shaking against Angie and her
husband.  Ryan kissed his wife and whispered her name.  He then
turned and looked down at Angie, smiling.

	"Are you my biggest fan, Angie?" he asked in a breathless voice.
 "Do you love me?"

	"Yes!" Angie answered at once, overjoyed that she was in his
fantasies after all.  "I love you, Ryan!  I love you!"  She felt
Scarlett's nails against her throat and immediately added "I love
you too, Scarlett!  I love you too!"  The blonde beamed and
continued rubbing her cunt over Angie's lips.

	I've had a lot of great threesomes in my day, Angie reflected as
they resumed their rhythm.  Doug introduced me to them our
college junior year.  His girlfriend at the time, Lisa, was
realizing she was bisexual and I was a friend to them both.  Not
a sexual friend, just a sympathetic ear.  I did want them,
though.

	I agreed to help Lisa with her new feelings on condition we
share Doug between us.  The result was many wonderful times for
us all.  I took Lisa's place in Doug's life for a few months
after they broke up over personality conflicts.  Then Doug and I
moved to different cities but remained long distance
fuck-buddies.  I've loved him together with Cat Osterman, Tess
and many other girls.

	Angie had fucked many other men and women also, singly and in
combinations.  Sometimes she thought she should write a sex
memoir to go with her marathon one.  I will have to get Scarlett
and Ryan to let me include them if I ever do such a thing, she
told herself.  Being with them is so thrilling.  No way would I
ever leave them out.

	She shivered and cooed as Scarlett and Ryan kept caressing her.
Ryan groaned and Angie felt his sperm jetting into her loins. 
Check that, she thought, remembering the condom.  She could still
feel the spurts but was not taking Ryan's semen into her womb.

	Oh well, Angie decided with a shrug, maybe I can get him to love
me bareback someday.  I would gladly give up running for a year
to be his and Scarlett's surrogate mother.  Not that they need
one, of course, unless Scarlett doesn't want to take time off
from making films.

	Laughing, she let a second orgasm burst within her body and
slapped Scarlett's pussy.  Her nails drove wild furrows across
both Scarlett and Ryan's flesh.  The heat of this set Scarlett
off again and the blonde beamed in ecstasy.  She put a hand on
her husband's chest.  Ryan nodded, pulled out of Angie and rolled
aside.

	Scarlett moved her mouth where his cock had just been, slurping
Angie's thighs and pussy.  Angie wavered for an instant and then
accepted the caresses, putting aside her soreness and rising
fatigue.  Scarlett crouched over her and continued pressing her
cunt to Angie's mouth.  Angie swallowed the nectar that spilled
from between Scarlett's thighs.

	Ryan moved his body to the side of theirs, stuck his fingers
into Scarlett's tunnel and pinched her clit.  Angie whispered
thanks to him, glad he was anticipating his wife's needs.  She
surrendered to the feelings within her own body, shaking and
gasping under Scarlett's ministrations.  Ryan whispered calm
words to them both while rubbing their breasts and thighs.

	After another succession of pleasurable moments, Scarlett came
again.  She recoiled and contracted, sweating and squirting
honey.  Angie absorbed both fluids with her mouth and hands.  She
climaxed herself an instant later as Ryan squeezed her buttocks.
Angie shivered and cried out both her new lovers' names, feeling
her heart leap and her endurance fall.

	"Are you alright?" Ryan asked, looking at her.  He leaned down
and kissed Angie's cheek, tickling her with his thin beard.  "I
can go again in a few minutes."

	"Love her," Angie said, waving at Scarlett.  The brunette took a
deep breath.  "I'll still be here in the morning."  She gasped
again and settled down as Ryan and Scarlett nodded at her and
rolled away.

	Angie smiled as she watched them couple.  She would make love to
both Ryan and Scarlett again many times, she knew.  When the next
time came, she hoped she would be further recovered and thus last
longer.  In the present, she relaxed, focusing her eyes on the
spectacle of husband joining wife.

Ryan and Scarlett kissed and caressed each other, moving together
in the way that only two people deeply and newly in love can. 
Angie swooned at the sight, wondering if she would ever find
someone who could give her anything like it.

	Someday, she thought.  Until then, I am content to enjoy myself
fucking friends.

	Happy with this knowledge, Angie reclined and watched Ryan and
Scarlett's love-play until she fell asleep.

***
The End.