The Production Manager

“The Production Manager, or, A Love Letter to Sabine”

I was waiting for the elevator on my way back to my office after teaching my freshman seminar when the email came. It was the perfect email to read in the elevator: a mass notification about something I didn’t really care about and wouldn’t need to respond to. “Production manager,” was the subject line, and it came from the staff person who ran the college’s theater with an iron fist.

I walked onto the elevator as I read. “With mixed emotions, I’m writing to let you all know that Amy Souza (the college’s production manager) has accepted a new position.” I frowned. I didn’t do much with the theater, but Amy was lovely. She was a college alumna, a few years past graduation, and she was unfailingly competent. Better yet, she clearly had a crush on me and beamed whenever she saw me. It was always nice to have a twenty-five-year-old try to flirt with me when I saw her in the halls. It was nothing ever inappropriate, and she was so young I’d never responded with anything other than friendliness, but I’d still miss it.

The elevator dinged and we arrived at the floor with my office. Before I opened my door, I poked my head into the office next to me, where my closest colleague Sabine worked. She smiled. “Good morning, Carl,” she said, and gestured for me to sit in the comfy reading chair she’d bought to spruce up our otherwise rather spartan university offices.

Well, given the audience here, I may as well drop the pretense. Sabine was indeed my closest colleague and my best friend, but she and I were also having an affair. We both had “don’t ask, don’t tell” arrangements with our respective spouses, in which we were allowed to fuck other people on the side as long as our partners didn’t find out about it and neither did anyone else. Sabine and I had been taking advantage of our arrangements with our respective spouses for three years. I’d recently read the description of Martha Washington’s granddaughter by the early American architect Benjamin Latrobe that reminded me instantly of Sabine: She possessed “more perfection of form, of expression, of color, of softness, and of firmness of mind than I have ever seen before or conceived consistent with mortality.”

Which is to say, Sabine had layers. She was smart and curious, a good academic in research, teaching, and service, which is how we professors are judged. Her colleagues liked her because she never dragged out a meeting just to hear herself talk, and they respected her because when she did talk, she asked generative questions and made important arguments. Students loved her, and she had a coterie of them who adored her and followed her from class to class. Everyone who met her could see how pretty her face was–her high cheekbones, her enormous brown eyes that had mysterious dark blue rings around the outside of their irises, her thick brown hair, her light freckles. And her body! There’s no other way to put it: Sabine had fantastic tits. Her curves went on for miles, first her melon-sized breasts, then the soft curve of her belly, then hips and an ass I loved to grab. Right now, she had on a black jumpsuit with buttons that ran from her crotch to her cleavage. It made her look like a sexy car mechanic, and it was one of my favorite of her outfits.

Below that layer–the one anyone could see if they looked–was the one I was privy to. Relatively few people got to know how intense, supportive, and loyal a friend Sabine was, and how much fun and joy she brought to her friends’ lives. And fewer still–although it wasn’t a tiny number, because Sabine delighted in her sluttiness–got to see her without clothes, or to enjoy her sexually. To see Sabine naked was like looking at a prehistoric goddess. In comparison, the cute women I’d often slept with before looked like mere girls or porcelain dolls. Sabine left no question that she was a woman. Her full breasts were like ripe fruit. Her thick thighs and hips drew ones eyes to her sex. She tended to keep her pubic hair waxed into a tight and trim triangle, little enough so as not to get in the way of the oral sex she loved, but present enough to advertise and emphasize her womanliness. While we fucked, I liked thinking about how she’d had a child. One day she’d shown me pictures of her when she was pregnant–her child was already a few years old when we’d met–and watched me hungrily as I masturbated over them. She really liked watching me jack off, and one of the things we liked to do was watch porn together. That day when I jacked off to old photos of her instead of to porn was a special treat for both of us. My eyes had devoured her boobs swollen to the size of basketballs and her taut and round swollen belly. I had imagined laying her on her back, that belly stocking up into the air, a pillow under her ass, her legs up on my shoulders, and my filling up her cunt, stretching her, as I took in all her curves. But beyond how she had looked when pregnant, when we were fucking, I liked thinking about how her body had fulfilled its purpose and performed the act that epitomized womanliness.

But it wasn’t just the view, or how she represented a sexy fertility. The next layer down was how much Sabine loved sex. She was voracious and insatiable. One weekend when we were traveling for work and thus away from our spouses, I’d made her come 17 times in 24 hours. She came on my fingers and on my face, but she liked most of all coming on my cock. Her favorite position was to ride me on top, grinding her clit into my pelvic bone as I fucked up into her, grasping her hips tightly and lifting her up and down on my cock. But 17 orgasms in 24 hours wasn’t because I was necessarily an especially good lover. She came amazingly quickly and easily (although it also helped that I am the opposite and it takes a lot to make me come). But when I was at the top of my game, her orgasms were like fireworks. Her eyes rolled into her head and her cunt would contract so much it would expel my cock from it. Cum would gush out of her, soaking whatever was below. There was no better feeling that when she rode me to orgasm, squirted, and I could feel her juices running down behind my balls. No, that’s not true. The best feeling was when my face was between her legs and I made her squirt on my face. I loved how she would gush what felt like a half cup of liquid, and, thirsty for her cum, I would gulp it down.

But it wasn’t just her body that made Sabine such a good lover. She was also experimental and pushed me to try new things. The curiosity, generosity, and adventurousness that I valued in her as a colleague and a friend made her a good sex partner, too. She was a switch, and she’d had a previous affair in which she very seriously Dommed a man, but with me she played the sub. She begged me to whip her with my belt as foreplay, and to grab her by the neck when I filled her cunt with my cock. I was reluctant at first, but I got aroused by the sound my palm made when I spanked her ass or slapped her face, and I came to really enjoy devising scenes to dominate and control her. She was the first woman whose ass I’d fucked. When we looked at porn together, she saw how much I liked cumshots, and she knelt down to take my cock in her mouth while I stood and let me cover her face in my cum–another first for me. Later, she begged me to degrade her by taking her to the shower to piss on her face. But these are all, perhaps, stories for another time.

Sabine and I also really liked dirty talk. While we fucked, we kept up a steady patter, egging each other on. We described what we were doing and how it felt, and we challenged each other to describe porn we’d watched or to recount sex we’d had with others in the past. We also really enjoyed fantasizing about others while we fucked. One of our favorite things to do was to fantasize about threesomes. Sometimes it was a particular person–the red-headed student worker at the front desk who favored low-cut, tight shirts that showed off her substantial cleavage; or the willowy blonde fellow professor, a former model, whose small breasts Sabine hoped would fit entirely in her mouth; or Sabine’s slutty grad school roommate with an English accent and apparently few inhibitions–but often it was about the activity, not the person. My fantasy was that Sabine and I would dominate a pretty young ingenue, with Sabine apprenticing her to be a good lover; Sabine’s was the opposite, that she would be dominated by me and another woman, made to sit tied in a chair while she watched us fuck, and then used as a mutual sex toy between us.

Normally in a story like this, I’d say that I was thinking about all of this as I sat down in Sabine’s office–in a chair we’d fucked in more than once–but that’s not actually true. I was trying to make a habit of not thinking about sex with Sabine when I was in her office. Thinking led to doing, and we’d agreed that it was probably a bad practice to keep fucking while students and colleagues were right outside the door. We were bound to get caught one day, and we worried about the smell that lingered deliciously but incriminatingly when Sabine squirted on her desk or floor, even after we cleaned up. Sabine was the best smelling person I’d ever met, and for the day after she came in her office, it would smell intensely of her. Of course, we weren’t always good about keeping our clothes on, but we were trying. So, no, I wasn’t actually thinking about sex just then. Instead, I was considering the email I’d send to Amy about her departure from the college. Was it too much to say I was “devastated” that she was going? Probably. Heartbroken?

“Did you see the email about Amy Souza?” I asked Sabine.

“Yes, but I’d known it was coming, because of Dagmar.” Dagmar was the president of Sabine’s fan club, another recent grad who had spent years trying to turn Sabine into some sexless cross between mother and girlfriend. (To be fair, Sabine was very good both at being a girlfriend and at being a mother, so who could fault Dagmar for her fantasies?) In pursuit of this, she’d insinuated herself into Sabine’s family life, partially by being an able and always willing babysitter for Sabine’s kid. She was also Amy’s roommate.

“Do you know when she’s leaving?”

“Soon, I think. Maybe early next week?” Sabine somehow always knew more college gossip than I did, partially because despite having graduated, Dagmar still knew and told her everything.

“It’s too bad,” I said. “She’s so competent and friendly.”

“You just like the way she flirts with you!” Sabine said, smiling. “That girl has it bad for you.”

“Ha. I’m just glad I’m a man and that students having a crush on me is flattering, not threatening,” I said sincerely. Dagmar had told Sabine about how I was objectified by a group of students, who apparently had taken a college publicity photo of me and turned it into a dirty meme. But I was a middle aged white man, and nobody doubted my expertise or that I was supposed to be at the front of a classroom. College coeds tittering over me was fun and flattering a way that it could never be for professors with less privilege. And it was safe as long as I stuck to my firm policy of never messing around with students or former students. I kept to a strict look-but-don’t-touch policy.

“You know,” Sabine started to say slowly, as if trying on an idea, “I wonder if Amy is our answer.”

“The answer to what?” I asked, confused.

“Our third.” Sabine slowly turned the idea over in her head and decided she liked it. “We know she’d jump you in a heartbeat. Neither of us ever taught her, and we’ve only known her as a colleague, not a student. Now that she’s quitting and leaving the college, maybe we should proposition her.”

“What about Dagmar, though?” I asked. We always knew that Dagmar would be devastated and confused if she found out about us, and that in her upset she’d tell everyone, and both our colleagues and our spouses would find out. “If I were a 25-year-old or whatever Amy is, and I was propositioned by two 40-year-olds I worked with, right after they told me they were having an affair, I would tell everybody. And you know what a disaster it would be if Dagmar caught a whiff of…” I waved my hands back and forth, Sabine’s and my way of naming without naming our affair.

“Yeah, telling people would surely be part of the fun of a threesome.” Sabine considered some more. “Well, we just need to make it explicit that we’re telling her a secret she can’t tell Dagmar. I think she’s so in love with you that she’ll do whatever you tell her. And I’m not sure how much Amy tells Dagmar about her dating life, anyway. She probably has other friends she can crow to.”

I was trying to be cautious. On one hand, Sabine was right: Amy was someone we knew was interested in me, who seemed to be relatively stable, but–soon–not someone we worked with, and not a former student of either of ours. But on the other hand, she was really young, and she was really enmeshed in college networks as both an alumna and an employee. And could we really trust her not to tell Dagmar?

Sabine decided to try to convince me. She smiled flirtatiously and dropped her voice to a whisper. “You know you want to. I want to. I want to watch you fuck her. God, I bet you’ll ruin her for other men.” I reached out to make sure the office door was firmly closed. Sabine continued: “I’d like to sit beside her, cupping those small breasts while you stretch out her cunt.”

“You could reach down while I’m fucking her and play with her clit.” I picked up the fantasy. “When she comes, we can reposition her on her hands and knees, so I fuck her from behind and she can go down on you.”

Sabine stood up, walked around her desk to where I was sitting, and knelt at my feet. She was staring at the bulge in my pants I was now sporting. I put my hands in her thick hair and pulled her head back so she looked up at my eyes. “You are very bad,” I said, both meaning it and not meaning it. She purred, both agreeing and not agreeing.

“Sir, I think I’ve had a good idea,” she said coquettishly. “May I have a reward?”

While I considered, she reached up and unbuttoned another button of her jumpsuit, giving me an even better view of her cleavage. So much for being good in her office, I thought. But how could I deny her? “You may,” I said.

We both knew what that meant. She quickly undid my belt and opened my pants, she reached in and pulled out my hard cock. Before I could stop her, she put out her tongue and licked from the base to the head, lingering at the top where I had a drop of pre-cum, her favorite. She licked it up greedily and savored the taste.

I took a handful of her hair and yanked her back roughly. “Don’t forget to ask permission first,” I growled. This was a game we always played, as if a blowjob was somehow a reward for her, not a favor for me.

“Please, sir, may I take your cock in my mouth?”

I looked at her beautiful face and at my cock laying against it, from her chin to her cheek. I enjoyed seeing the contrasting colors of her fair skin and my darker cock. “Yes, you may. Good girl.”

Sabine wasted no time, and she greedily slurped up my cock. “Are you going to teach Amy how to do that?” I growled in a low whisper. “Maybe hold my cock and feed it into her mouth?” Sabine hummed in agreement. Sabine couldn’t deep-throat, but she loved it when I pushed as far into her mouth as I could and made her eyes water by choking her with my cock. My hands were still in her hair, and I pushed her down on my cock as I thrust up my hips. “I wonder how much of it she can take,” I said as I held her head down on my cock. After a few moments I relented and pulled her back up and off my cock. She gasped for breath before putting me back in her mouth. “I’d like her to kneel like you are now, and for you to stand behind her, fucking me with her mouth.”

Sabine took my cock out of her mouth for long enough to look up at me lustily and say, “Oh fuck yes. And I want to go down on you while she rubs my clit.”

“Yes, she can reach around you and make you come with her fingers while you make me come with your mouth,” I suggested. My cock was back in her mouth, so all she could do was hum in agreement.

The danger of my being relatively slow to come was that we could run out of time. I had to make a decision. We could do one of three things: I could pull her off my cock, and put my dick back in my pants, and we would go about our day on edge and unrelieved; I could pull her off my cock, quickly undress her, and either let her sink onto my cock in the chair or turn her over on her desk for a quick fuck; or I could could encourage her to give me a different type of blowjob, where I could come quickly but she wouldn’t. I feared that if we both left ourselves on edge, we’d make bad decisions about Amy. And I was sure Sabine would prefer the second option, but the jumpsuit meant she’d have to totally undress in order for us to fuck, and that seemed too risky in the middle of the workday. I loved the jumpsuit, but I wished at that moment she was wearing a skirt.

But while I was thinking about it, Sabine made her own decision–for the third option, which is what I’d decided I wanted anyway. She took her left hand and wrapped it around the shaft of my cock, pumping it up and down using her saliva as a lubricant while she focused her mouth on the most sensitive parts of my cock and cockhead. I looked down to admire the way her lips looked with her mouth stretched around my cock, how her freckles stood out strongly as her face flushed. “God you look good with my cock in your mouth,” I whispered appreciatively.

“Would you want her to make me come in her mouth,” I asked, “or will you want the reward yourself? Or maybe you could share: I can come in her mouth and she can kiss it back into yours.” I closed my eyes thinking of that cum-kiss. I offered another image: “She should get me there with her mouth and then let you take my cum on your pretty face. And then, like a good assistant, she can lick you clean.”

Sabine would not be distracted though, and she redoubled her efforts. After all this time, she knew the fastest, surest ways to my orgasms. The combination of her hand, her tongue, her lips, and the pressure of her sucking was working as she intended, and I was quickly reaching the point of no return. Just as I imagined coming on Sabine’s face, my wet cock held in place by a docile Amy, I started to come. I focused on keeping myself from making any audible noises as I felt my cock swell and shoot my cum into Sabine’s waiting mouth. She greedily swallowed everything I gave her and used her fist to milk my cock for more. Then, taking my deflating cock out of her mouth, she looked up at me, smiled with her wet and reddened lips, and started to tuck my cock back into my pants.

“Fuck, Sabine, you are so good at that.” She stood up and leaned over to kiss me. I could taste my cum on her mouth.

“Well, let’s think about it,” she said, smirking. She could be very convincing when she wanted to be, and she already knew the answer.

—

“Amy,” I wrote that afternoon. “The email we got this morning was very bittersweet. On one hand, we will all be devastated by your departure. I will miss your competence and help in the theater. What will we do without you? How will we be able to run events without your making everything work?” I was laying it on a bit thick, I knew, but I was trying to be flattering, and to be obvious about it. “Even more, I will miss seeing you around in the hallways. But on the other hand, your new job sounds like a terrific opportunity, and while I’m sad that the college is losing you, I’m really happy that you’re taking the skills you developed here and getting more for them.” So far, so good–a professional, professorial congratulations email. New paragraph, kick it up a notch: “I’d love to congratulate you in person and hear more about the new job. Sabine and I were going to get drinks next Tuesday evening. Can we take you out to celebrate? Carl.”

Amy and I had never socialized, and I imagined she must understand that I was suggesting we take our relationship from one of distant colleagues who were friendly in the halls to something else. But who knew?

I heard back from her before the end of the day: “Carl, I’m devastated to leave you too! Honestly I think I’m taking this news worse than anyone lol. But yes, I’d love to go out with you next week. Where do you and Sabine hang out?”

A few more emails over the next couple of days, and Sabine and I had laid our trap.

—

The next Tuesday, Sabine and I walked from the college building where we worked to a nearby dive bar. We’d chosen it because it was dark and we were unlikely to be seen, and because it had an unusually good whiskey selection. In fact, we’d chosen in a long time before, and it had long been “our bar.” Early on in our affair, late at night, we’d gone there and sat in a dark corner, both of us on a bench facing the room.

Sabine had been wearing a long dress that night, and I had reached under the table to where she sat next to me. I’d put my hand under Sabine’s dress, preparing to lightly tease her through her panties. But I’d found she wasn’t wearing any. Instead, I had direct access to her wet lips, which I played lightly with until they were dripping. Then I reached into her cunt, first one finger than two, finger-fucking her in the bar. There was nobody next to her, but our closest neighbor was sitting on the bench maybe three feet to the left, talking to his friends. Sabine had leaned over to whisper wetly into my ear, encouraging me to continue. A few minutes later, I made her come, soaking the seat of her dress. I extracted my fingers from her pussy and from her dress, and I carefully licked them, making sure to savor her taste.

We had no idea whether anyone had seen us or noticed what we were doing. I thought we were pretty subtle, and Sabine had come quietly and carefully. The guy to my left never said anything, but it had been too loud to know whether he and his friends were talking about the woman having an orgasm next to them. We left quickly after Sabine came, and on subsequent trips nobody ever hassled us, so we figured we got away with it. But the experience had engraved the bar forever in my mind, and I couldn’t even walk by the front door without thinking of Sabine’s cunt.

As we walked into the bar and found a seat, I was remembering our adventure with pleasure, and judging from her smile, so was Sabine. This was definitely the place to work up the nerve to talk to Amy.

She walked in soon after we got settled, and it was clear she was coming straight from work, too. She was wearing a buttoned, sleeveless shirt with wide lapels, the sort of thing that looked slightly dressy for work but in which she could easily move to do the physical parts of her theater job. Below, she had on thick cotton pants. Despite our light flirtation at work, I’d never really paid attention to how she looked. But now that I was looking, she was indeed quite cute. She had brown eyes and round, apple cheeks. As usual, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, which gave her a fresh-faced, innocent look, but she had thick lips, and as I watched her look for us, I thought about how it would feel to kiss them, if we got that far. She wore her long, curly brown hair brushed forward, so that her hair fell to the top of her breasts. That, in combination with how her shirt’s lapels made a V well above the swell of her breasts and hinted at décolletage, made her small chest seem bigger than I thought it was. Her pants likewise showed off the roundness and firmness of her ass and the strength of her thighs, while still keeping everything a hint. When she saw us, she burst into a friendly grin, which made cute dimples in her cheeks.

Amy sat, I got the first round of drinks, and we started talking. We started on easy topics: her new job in the film and television industry and what she’d be doing. She was excited, but also clearly nervous, about leaving the safe confines of the college. Then we moved on to gossip and the second round of drinks. Amy told us funny stories about her boss, who had a reputation for being tough as nails–well deserved, it turned out. Sabine and I reciprocated by telling a few harmless stories about professor colleagues’ antics at our booze-soaked annual retreats, and then an old story about a colleague’s near divorce. We were loose and laughing, and Amy seemed like she was having a good time with both of us.

We ordered the third round, and Amy pushed it up a notch. “Okay, that’s fine,” she said to one of our innocuous stories, “but I want some real gossip. What are the real scandals around the college?”

It was the perfect opening. I looked at Sabine, and she nodded. “We’ll tell you a big one,” I said, “but it absolutely, positively has to stay a secret. You can’t tell anyone, especially not Dagmar.”

“Oh my god, Carl.” She slapped my arm flirtatiously. “Scout’s honor. I won’t tell a soul.”

“The secret is us.” I gestured at Sabine. Amy cocked her head, not quite getting it.

“We’re having an affair,” Sabine said, putting a point on it.

Amy gasped. “What, really? What about your marriages?”

“We both have permission, sort of,” I explained. “Well, we both have permission to have affairs, as long as we keep them secret. My wife is wonderful and I love her, and she’s my most important relationship. But she doesn’t like sex very much, so a long time ago she outsourced the problem by telling me I could sleep around. But we both like it better if my, uh, extracurricular relationships don’t intrude in the marriage, so I keep them secret.”

“And my husband is different,” Sabine picked up. “He and I sleep together, but I like variety, and I always have. He kind of knows I do this, and he’s kind of okay with it. I mean, he knows he said it was okay, but that he never wants to know about it because it would hurt him too much to know that I was taking up his offer. Which is why it’s so important that Dagmar never find out, because she knows him and might spill the beans.”

Amy laughed. “Oh, Dagmar would definitely spill the beans.” She paused for a beat and looked at us. “It’s so interesting to hear about this. I mean, none of my friends are married yet, and you never really know what the marriages of your parents or their friends are like. But of course you assume that they’re all standard and monogamous. And so it’s really cool to hear about other models of marriages.” She paused another beat. “But the two of you!” She grinned and slapped both our arms as if she were a buddy congratulating us. “Amazing. I had no idea. I mean, there’s a lot of shipping that happens between the two of you since you’re always together at the college. We’ve all talked about how hot it would be if you did.” She sat back and looked at us, as if mentally trying to imagine us together. “I mean, I’d definitely watch that.” She smiled even more broadly at whatever she was imagining. “But we really did totally think you were just good friends.”

I wondered who “we” were but decided to let it pass. “Well, it’s funny you say you’d like to watch,” I started, but I hemmed.

Sabine rescued me. “Do you really want to? Because we actually wanted to invite you.”

“Like, you want to make out right now? Sure.” She looked at us expectantly.

“No, silly,” I started. “What Sabine means is, Do you want to have a threesome?”

Amy’s mouth fell open as she gasped in surprise. “Woah. I did not see that coming.”

“You don’t have to answer right now. We know it’s a big thing,” Sabine said, trying to reassure. “I think we shouldn’t do anything tonight anyway–it’s getting late for a school night, and I need to go home to my family soon. I’m hoping we could do it Saturday. If you decide you want to, I mean.”

Amy chuckled to herself. “Oh, man. This would break Dagmar’s brain. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. I couldn’t tell her. She would crawl into bed and not get out for a week.” She paused and thought some more. “But why me? I mean, I don’t exactly ooze sex.” She gestured at herself. “And I’ve never done anything like this.”

“First of all,” I said, “you are very attractive. I’ve been wanting to make out with you all night.” Amy beamed, flattered. “I love your dimples,” I went on, gesturing to them. “And we haven’t done anything like this either. Neither of us have ever had a threesome, which is why we’re eager to try.”

“I’ve also never–” she gestured at Sabine “you know, done anything with a woman. I mean, I made out with a girl once or twice at parties junior year, but I’ve never been with a woman.”

“Don’t worry,” Sabine said. “I’m into women too, and I definitely want to fuck you if we do this, but I don’t have to. We can do exactly what you want and no more. If you want to focus on Carl, that’s fine. But I think you’ll like playing with me too.”

Amy blushed. “I think I will too! I just don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine,” I tried to reassure. “Besides, remember that Sabine and I are both teachers. We’ll take you under our wing.”

Amy nodded as if making up her mind. “Does that mean you’re in?” Sabine asked.

“Yes,” Amy said, “I’m in. Yes. Saturday night. Yes.” She kept repeating “yes” as if trying it on, or like she was convincing herself. “Yes. This is going to be fun. And I’ll have to figure out who I can tell!”

“Also,” she said, “before we leave, I want to see you make out.”

So I leaned over to Sabine and kissed her deeply. She ran her hands down my side as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She hummed as we kissed.

I broke away briefly and said to her, “I can’t believe this is finally going to happen.”

“I know,” she said, and she leaned in again and bit my lip sexily while she kissed me. I reached forward to fondle her breasts, first cupping one and then tracing the hemline of her blouse with my fingers, running them over the tops of her breasts.

We made out a while longer, all while Amy sat back and watched, a satisfied grin on her face.

Eventually, we had to get up and go home to our spouses and roommates. I stood up, rearranging my pants so that my erection would be less obvious as we left the bar. As we left, Amy grinned and. “Now I can’t wait to get home and play with myself thinking about Saturday,” she said. “I can’t wait.”

—

My wife was spending the weekend in Chicago for a college friend’s baby shower, and so I had the apartment to myself. I spent Saturday tidying up, washing the sheets, and making sure we had appropriate drinks. Amy had had a long-planned thing with a friend in the early evening and Sabine had dinner with her husband and kid, so we planned to meet after we all ate. Dagmar, thank goodness, was with her parents out of town for the weekend, so there’d be no awkward questions about where Amy was going or had been. But I smiled as I imagined the conversation Amy was having with her friend about why she had to leave early, and then I smiled even more broadly thinking about the friend going home to her own apartment to masturbate while imagining Amy’s adventure.

Sabine was the first to arrive. She had told her husband she was going out with one of her party-girl friends and so would spend the night at her apartment, which if you squinted hard enough had a little bit of truth in it. When I let her in the door, I smiled broadly at her outfit: a low-cut wrap dress, the two sides of the dress each holding in one of her luscious breasts, showing off her ample cleavage. Her dress hugged her hips, and the tie around her waist gave her almost an hour-glass figure. But best of all I knew that when Amy or I untied it, it would fall open, putting her on display even before she was naked, and that was something I thought would work very well for what I was planning.

I let the door close and pulled her into a tight hug. I kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and reaching around to grab her ass and pull her close to my body. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I panted.

“I know,” she said. “I’m giddy. I hope she doesn’t get cold feet and stand us up.”

“I don’t think she will,” I said, thinking about how excited Amy seemed on Tuesday evening as we were leaving, and the enthusiasm and alacrity with which she responded to text messages as we were setting the details for tonight. I spun Sabine around and pulled her back to me, reaching around to grab one of her breasts. “But if she does, I’ll just get to play with you all by myself.” I reached into her dress, into her bra, and found her nipple. Sabine gasped in pleasure as I pulled it roughly, the way she liked. She rubbed her ass against my crotch, feeling the growing bulge in my pants.

“I know, and I will like that, too, but I am really looking forward to watching you fuck her.” She moaned as I kept playing with her tits. “Sir, I really hope you will let me play with her clit while you fuck her.”

It hadn’t occurred to me otherwise, and I was about to say so, when there was a knock at the door. “I guess she’s coming,” I said smiling, and went to let her in, rearranging myself a bit so as to make my hard-on a bit less obvious when I opened the door.

I smiled when I saw her. Amy had dressed up for the occasion. Unusually, she was wearing make-up, which further brought out her full lips and made her eyes seem bigger. She was wearing a satiny, spaghetti-strapped slip dress, the sort of ’90s outfit that had come back into style. It fell only to her mid-thigh, showing off her strong and shapely legs. On top, it was relatively high cut, although it showed off her shoulders and clavicle. The straps left little space for a bra, and indeed it was clear she wasn’t wearing one. And it was clear that she was excited for the evening’s fun, because her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. As she walked in, and said hello to Sabine, I saw just how low cut the back of the dress was, showing off Amy’s surprisingly sexy back.

This was the moment that felt most at risk for awkwardness. How to navigate the early moments, before we started fucking but when we all knew why we were here? I brought the women to the living room and sat them on the sofa. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Please,” Amy said. She was excited, but she was also clearly nervous. Sabine and I at least had experience with each other. She was new to everything.

I walked to the kitchen and came out with three flutes and a bottle. “I thought champagne was an appropriate beverage for the evening,” I announced. I hoped that drunkenness wouldn’t be necessary for our plans, but I always found champagne buzzes to be the sexiest of drunkennesses, and besides, my wife never much liked champagne, so I didn’t get to drink it much. I eased the cork out–only frat boys and parvenus let champagne corks pop and fly; real men know that the sound of opening champagne should be the sound of a woman’s sigh–and poured us each a glass.

I raised mine and gave a toast, still standing in front of the couch where the women were sitting next to each other: “To Amy leaving a job and having new adventures.”

Sabine countered, “To trying new things.”

Amy blushed and took a big gulp. I sipped mine and sat down next to her, on the far side from where Sabine was sitting. Sabine put her hand on Amy’s knee and said, “Amy, I’m really looking forward to getting to know you better tonight.”

I put my hand on her other knee, and she slightly spread her legs, which I read as a signal that she was happy with our attention. “Before we start, I just want to say that sometimes Sabine and I get a little rough with each other, and I don’t want that to freak you out. And if we’re doing anything that makes you uncomfortable or that you don’t like, just say so.”

Amy sighed and leaned back. She smiled. “Ok. But don’t worry. I’m a little nervous, because I’ve never done anything like this before. But I can’t wait.” She paused for a beat. “Guys, I can’t tell you how excited I’ve been.” She took another gulp of her champagne. “I have barely thought about anything else since Tuesday.”

I took this as a signal to get started, and put my hand on her chin to turn her face toward me and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back, hard. After several moments, we separated. Sabine was watching us, her hand still on Amy’s bare knee, her eyes heavily lidded in arousal.

“Will you tell us what you thought about, and what you did while you were thinking about it?” I prompted. But first I kissed her again. I could get used to this.

Amy took another swig of champagne. “Well, I spent a long time wondering about your dick, and what it would look like, and about how it would look when you had sex with Sabine. And I thought about what it would be like to have sex with Sabine. I’ve never done anything with a woman, but I think I really want to.” She turned and looked at Sabine. “You have such amazing breasts, and I really want to play with them.” She sat back, her smile showing off her cute dimples, as she recalled the fantasies she’d had. “I must have made myself come like 20 times this week thinking about tonight, and I think fifteen of them I came when I was thinking about Sabine.”

“I think that’s my cue,” Sabine said, and she pulled Amy closer to her and kissed her. I leaned back as I watched these two beauties kiss. Sabine moved her hand to Amy’s chest and lightly fingered her nipple through the fabric, and Amy shifted to better face Sabine and give her better access. I was happy watching, but Sabine opened her eyes to look at me and raised her eyebrows, as if encouraging me to join. So I leaned forward while the two of them were still kissing and reached around Amy to grab a breast. It was the first time I’d felt one of her tits, and I marveled at its youthful firmness. She was smaller than Sabine–less than a handful, but bigger than a teacup. She moaned into Sabine’s mouth when she felt my hand on her.

After a few more moments of their kissing, Amy turned toward me and we resumed our kissing. Sabine moved her hand up Amy’s thigh, making slow circles on her inner thigh with her thumb while I kissed her mouth and groped her chest. “You said you were curious what Carl’s cock looked like,” Sabine said, leaning close to Amy’s ear but speaking loudly enough that I could hear. “Why don’t you find out?”

Amy didn’t need convincing, it turned out. She reached down immediately and undid my belt and pants, and fished out my hard cock. She wrapped her small hand around it, and her eyes got wide. Her fingers didn’t close around it. “Holy hell,” she said. “He’s so thick.” She looked up from my cock to my face. “You’re so thick.”

“I know,” Sabine said, getting up to come to my other side. She knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, to my right. “Let me tell you, it feels so good to be stretched out by that cock. I can feel it for days after we fuck.” Amy gulped visibly, and Sabine backed off, worried that she was scaring off our third. “But right now, I’d love to see your mouth stretched around it. You’re going to look so hot with his cock in your mouth. Can I show you what he likes?”

Amy nodded and, taking her cue from Sabine, scooted off the couch to the floor to my left. They both looked up at me and I smiled. I liked where this was going. They reached up, each putting a hand at the top of my pants, one on each hip, and started to pull off my pants. I lifted up my hips to help them, and Amy and Sabine pulled off my pants and underwear in one go. My cock stood up, free, and Sabine took it in her hand. She pointed it to Amy and told her, “Start by licking the head.” Amy put out her tongue and licked me. Sabine took my cock back toward her and licked me herself. She passed it back to Amy. “He’ll really like it when you lick his cock from its base up to the head,” she said, and Amy did that, too. I thought about how I was certain that at 25 Amy knew how to give a blowjob, but also how much I liked watching my 40-ish paramour teach this young thing. “God, you look good when you do that,” Sabine told Amy, and holding my cock away a bit but pumping it lightly with her hand, she leaned in to kiss Amy on the mouth.

But Amy wanted my cock, too. Not breaking her kiss with Sabine, she reached for my cock and her hand joined Sabine’s. She moved to put her mouth on the left side of my cock, and Sabine did the same on the right side. They started kissing and making out with my cock between them. Sometimes I would get their lips, sometimes a tongue. They alternated between licking and kissing my cock and licking and kissing each other’s mouths. It wasn’t, to be honest, the best blowjob I’d ever gotten, but it might have been the hottest view I’d ever had: two extremely attractive women making out, together, with my cock.

Finally, Sabine pulled away. “I want to see his cock in your mouth,” she said breathily to Amy. She took my cock in her hand and held it to the younger woman as if feeding me to her. And Amy didn’t wait. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck,” Sabine half-moaned, her hand still on my cock but her eyes enraptured by Amy’s mouth around it. She leaned forward to try to join in, but there wasn’t really room. She put her head down to my balls and licked them slowly, then moved her tongue to the sensitive skin where my scrotum met my thigh. Two mouths on me, two tongues pleasuring me, felt delicious. But after a few moments, Sabine sat back to watch the view of Amy’s lips stretched around my cock.

Amy sucked me in and pumped her head up and down my cock while Sabine held it at the base. I could feel my hips start to buck on the sofa in time with Amy’s ministrations. She wasn’t as good as Sabine, I had to admit, but I was definitely enjoying myself. Amy’s long brown hair fell forward, obscuring the view, so Sabine moved her hand, giving Amy more freedom to do as she liked, and she reached around Amy’s head to hold back her hair. Amy replaced Sabine’s fingers on my cock with her own.

After what felt like a few minutes, Amy leaned back and held my cock out for Sabine, who leaned forward and greedily gobbled it. But she quickly took me out of her mouth and kissed Amy again. “Will you do me a favor and push my head down? Fuck Carl with my mouth.” She leaned into Amy and kissed her hard.

Amy looked a little unsure of what to do, so I took Amy’s hand and placed it on the back of Sabine’s head. Sabine opened her mouth, took my cock into it, and I thrust my hips up the way I knew she liked. I put my hand on Amy’s and pushed it down, demonstrating to her what Sabine wanted.

With that encouragement, Amy started controlling Sabine’s head. She started slow and shy but gradually got the hang of it. She held Sabine by her hair at the back of the head and pushed her onto my cock then pulled her up again. Sabine gasped for air and muttered, “Fuck, thank you. Fuck my mouth.” And Amy did, quickly raising and lowering Sabine’s face on my cock. I responded in kind, bucking up my hips to thrust my cock into Sabine’s mouth when Amy pushed it down.

After maybe ten repetitions of this, she pulled Sabine’s head off my cock and kissed her deeply. They were both breathing heavily, deeply into the scene. I could see from Sabine’s slightly smeared makeup that Amy had made her eyes water with my cock. Sabine lifted Amy’s arms into the air and pulled off her dress, throwing it into the corner of the room. For the first time, I was seeing Amy naked–or mostly naked, since she still had on her panties, which sported a giant wet spot from her arousal–and I gaped at her smallish, perky, perfect breasts. “I want to see Carl come in your pretty mouth,” Sabine said. “Will you do that?”

“Hell yes,” Amy said, as if she was afraid she’d never be asked. She repositioned herself on to make sure she was right between my now splayed knees, and Sabine got up to sit behind her, pressing herself into the younger woman’s back. With one hand, Sabine held back Amy’s hair so it wouldn’t get in the way of her or my view. With the other, she reached around the fondle Amy’s naked breast. She took Amy’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently as Amy leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, this time with purpose. I looked down at the two of them, their bodies pressed together, their arms and legs intertwined. One of Amy’s breasts was in Sabine’s hand; the other hung fetchingly down, emphasizing its size.

Sabine leaned forward to talk into Amy’s ear. “He really likes it when you use your hand and mouth in concert,” she instructed. “Pump with your hand but also move your mouth up and down in time, so that it feels like your whole mouth is on his cock. And then you can focus your tongue on the base of his cock head where he’s most sensitive.” When she was done with her instructions, she moved her hand from Amy’s tit, down her body and then into the elastic waistband of her panties. Beyond that, I could only see the bulge of her fingers, but I could tell when she’d reached Amy’s clit by the way Amy reacted: by pulling my cock out of her mouth briefly to shout “Oh fuck yes” before redoubling her efforts.

While she diddled Amy and Amy blew me, Sabine looked over Amy’s shoulder and up at me. She fluttered her eyelids and bit her lip sexily. Her face was flushed, bringing out her freckles and emphasizing her beauty. But mostly the whole scene emphasized how excitingly wild she was, and how my affair with her brought me to so many experimental sex acts. Jesus, I was lucky. She turned her head and nibbled on Amy’s ear. “You like my fingers on your clit?”

“Um-hmm,” Amy agreed, not taking her mouth off my cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” Amy moaned her assent, really a request, and hidden behind her panties Sabine entered her.

Sabine looked up at me. “I have two fingers in her cunt, and she’s so wet for us,” she told me.

Whatever Sabine was doing, Amy was clearly enjoying it, and she channeled it into pleasuring me. I was getting closer and closer. “Are you going to come for her, for us?” Sabine started to coax me. “Make Carl come,” she said into Amy’s ear, biting it slightly. “I’d like you to make him come onto your pretty face so I can clean you up.” Then back to me: “Come over her face, mark her, and let me eat it up from her. Please,” she begged. “Let me take my reward from her face.”

With her left hand, Sabine continued playing with Amy, using her fingers in her cunt, and the palm of her hand on her clit. But Amy could not be distracted. Even as she enjoyed Sabine’s hands, she was focused on my cock, following Sabine’s earlier instructions to pleasure me. Soon I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls, the indescribable tickle inside the base of my cock, and I knew I was rapidly approaching my orgasm. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” I warned the women.

Sabine moved her hands from Amy’s hair and her cunt, and held her face as if creating a target for me. “Come on her face, Carl. Come all over her.” And sure enough, I did. With a groan I let myself come. Amy took my cock out of her mouth, and I let loose rope after white rope of cum onto her cheeks. “Oh, fuck!” I moaned. My orgasm felt like it was lasting forever. When I was done, Amy was drenched in my cum. She used her hands to clear her eyes off, and licked her fingers seductively to get a taste. My cum glazed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. It was dripping down from her chin onto her breasts as she leaned back, smiling at her job well done. I too leaned back, spent, as Sabine leaned forward to claim her reward. She started on Amy’s chest, lapping up my cum from where it had dripped, and using the opportunity to tease Amy’s nipple with her tongue. Then she moved to Amy’s cum-covered face. Extending her tongue, she carefully licked upward, from Amy’s chin up her cheek to right below her eye. When Sabine found a particularly big dollop of my cum, she sucked it up noisily, humming in her pleasure. My cock might have been deflating postorgasmically, but it was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen.

When Sabine had cleaned most of my cum from Amy’s face, she swallowed and gave Amy a big kiss. “Now I want to finish what I started,” she said, and she pointed Amy to the sofa next to where I sat. Amy followed her directions and sat down next to me. I leaned over to kiss her, and for the first time I reached to fondle her bare breasts, which still glistened with Sabine’s saliva. I started to lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth, but Sabine had other plans. She arranged Amy so as to sit facing forward, positioned herself between Sabine’s legs, and reached up to pull down Amy’s white panties, which were by now soaked through.

Soon, Amy was sitting totally nude on the couch. I soaked in the view: her face flushed and her lips red from the friction with my cock, her long brown hair coming to the tops of her small, perky breasts, her proud and small pink nipples, her dark patch of pubic hair, trimmed a bit but mostly natural, her smooth, strong thighs. Kneeling on the floor between those thighs was Sabine, still fully dressed, her chest heaving, her face possessed with desire. She was staring at Amy’s cunt, which was inflamed and spread open with arousal, its lips dripping. Sabine didn’t give me much time to look, though, because she quickly dove in. From her left hand, she extended two fingers, rubbed them at the entrance to Amy’s cunt, and penetrated her. Then she leaned forward and attached her mouth to Amy. Then, all I could see was Sabine’s dark hair obscuring the view, as Amy put her hands on the back of Sabine’s head and pulled her into her cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Sabine, that feels so good,” Amy moaned.

I sat back and watched. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and shucked it to the floor, so I was sitting on the couch naked, next to a naked Amy, watching as Sabine ate her out. My cock stirred already, and I reached down to play with it. Amy looked over at me and smiled at my nakedness and my open desire for her and Sabine. She took her left hand from Sabine’s head and reached out for me, as if trying to touch my cock, but she couldn’t reach it.

“Come here and play with my tits,” she said to me. She had clearly lost whatever shyness she’d started the evening with. And I didn’t need to be asked twice. I came closer and leaned into her. With my left hand I reached for her right breast, cupping it and squeezing it lightly. Then I lowered my head and licked her left nipple before taking it into my mouth and lightly sucking it. “Oh, yes, fuck Carl, fuck Sabine, fuck me,” she said, inarticulate with pleasure.

Amy started to buck and writhe below us, and I decided I wanted to watch. I sat up away from her chest. I kept a hand on one of her breasts, lightly pulling on her nipple, but I wanted to see her hips as she ground herself into Sabine’s mouth and fingers. Sabine leaned back to make room to shove a third finger into Amy’s cunt and then put her mouth back on her clit. “Oh god, oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Amy half shouted, half moaned, and then, like a boat over a waterfall, she crashed through her orgasm. As she flailed, her hand found my cock, which had miraculously become hard, or mostly hard, again. She gave it a tug and smiled as she recovered.

Sabine looked up at us, smiling, her face wet with Amy’s cum. I looked at her, disheveled in her dress, her breasts hanging down but still enclosed. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” I said. “Stand up.”

“Yes, sir,” she said docily, and stood and stepped within my reach. I pulled at her dress tie and unknotted it, and her dress fell open. I pulled it off. “Take off your bra,” I said, and she reached behind her back and unhooked herself. Her big breasts spilled out. I felt bad for Amy: how could she ever stand up to the womanly beauty of Sabine’s curves. I wanted to bury my face in them, to get lost in them.

Clearly, so did Amy. “Jesus, your breasts are magnificent,” she said. “Can I play with them?”

“Of course,” Sabine said, and moved to lean over Amy where she sat, her breasts dangling into Amy’s face.

“Suck on her nipples,” I told Amy. “She likes it when you bite.” Amy was a fast learner, and she did exactly what I said. She latched onto Sabine’s tit, and I could tell when she bit down from the way Sabine gasped. But this was Amy’s first encounter with them, and she wanted to play with them with her hands, too. She took both hands and groped Sabine, kneading her tits like they were pillows. My cock twitched at the sight of her small hands on Sabine’s big breasts.

“I want to try something,” Amy said, clearly now recovered from her orgasm and eager to explore. “Sabine, will you kneel between Carl’s legs?” Sabine did, and Amy stood up and then sat behind Sabine, her legs wide, her cunt pressed into Sabine’s backside, her small breasts pressed into Sabine’s back. She reached forward and pulled my cock between Sabine’s breasts, and then with a hand on each breast, she held them together. My cock sprang out, but Sabine took her own hand to hold it between her tits.

This was a view I loved: my cock between Sabine’s breasts. This time it was enhanced by the extra set of hands, as Amy raised and lowered Sabine’s breasts to massage my cock. “I could never do this,” she said. “My breasts are too small. But it looks so sexy from this perspective, to see Carl fuck your big tits.” As she held Sabine’s breasts, she used her fingers to stimulate Sabine’s sensitive nipples, and Sabine hummed in appreciation. I watched as my cock head disappeared and then reappeared from her cleavage as Amy massaged her breasts.

I knew from experience with Sabine that titfucking was, in fact, a pretty brief activity, since the fun, though substantial, was mostly visual. Indeed, in order to do it, Amy had to reach around somewhat uncomfortably, and after a few minutes, she was clearly getting tired.

“What do you say we move to the bedroom,” I suggested.

“Yes,” Amy agreed immediately. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Sabine,” I put on my gruff dominant voice, “take off your panies, but put your dress back on.” She stood up and followed my instructions, finding her dress on the floor and putting it on. She tied it closed, but without a bra, her breasts threatened to fall out of the top at any moment. I reached my hand out and took her by the neck, holding her to look at me. “I know what a slut you are, and how you will have difficulty controlling yourself, and so I want you to have clothing to help remind you what you can and can’t do.”

“Yes, sir,” Sabine responded subserviently. Still holding her by the throat with my left hand, I slapped her cheek with my right. It made a pleasing sound, and Sabine winced from the combined pain and pleasure. “Thank you, sir,” she said in her subbiest voice.

Amy was staring at us, her eyes wide. I couldn’t quite read her face: was that fear or arousal? I let go of Sabine and reached to kiss Amy, both to reassure her from my display, and also to give Sabine something to watch. Then I took them both by the hand and led them to the bedroom.

I gestured to the bed for Amy, but I roughly pushed Sabine into an upholstered reading chair that sat near the foot of the bed. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

I went to the nightstand and emerged with a condom, which I handed to Sabine. “Put a condom on me so that I can fuck Amy while you watch.” She opened the package and took my cock into her hand. Before she put on the condom, she licked my cock from top to bottom and then sucked it greedily into her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head and held her on my cock, reminding her of her subservience. But she knew what she needed to do, and after a moment she let my cock out and rolled the condom on. With my cock sheathed in latex, I took Sabine’s hair in my hand, pulled back her head, and kissed her hard. I could tell from how she kissed me back–her tongue desperate to enter my mouth, her lips grasping at mine–how aroused she was, how desperate she was to watch me and Amy. I pushed her back and slapped her face again. She gasped and moaned. “Thank you, sir,” she said as she looked up at me.

Amy was lying on the bed, her legs splayed, her hand on her cunt, playing with herself as she watched us. I climbed on the bed and knelt in front of her. I briefly regretting already having the condom on, since it meant I shouldn’t go down on Amy before fucking her, for fear of messing up the condom. I thought about how I would like to bury my face in her cunt, her strong, sinuous thighs pressing the sides of my head as I licked her. Maybe it was worth putting on another condom. But on the other hand, Sabine had just made her come with her tongue, and Amy was probably ready for cock.

Indeed, while I was considering, Amy reached out to take my erection into her hand and pull me toward her. “I need you inside of me,” she said. But I wanted to tease her a bit first. Holding my cock in my hand, I rubbed its head at the opening of her cunt, teasing her with a promise of penetration. She shifted and opened her legs wider. “Stop teasing me, Carl, please just fuck me.” Whatever level of innocence Amy had walked in with, the transformation from it was complete. I smiled and continued rubbing her dripping lips with the tip of my cock. But after a moment, I relented and shoved my cock into her waiting cunt, filling her up to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so full,” Amy moaned. She looked over my shoulder toward Sabine. “You weren’t kidding about him stretching me out.” I was holding myself up above her on my wrists as I fucked her, and I leaned down to take one of her breasts in my mouth. Lowering my head gave her a better view of where Sabine sat behind us. “Sabine, you look fucking amazing,” she called out. I couldn’t see, but I could imagine Sabine watching, her mouth agape and her legs spread open, maybe her breasts having fallen out of her dress. I wondered what she was doing with her hands.

It was as if she read my mind. “Please, sir, may I touch myself?” she called out plaintively from behind me. I was surprised but very pleased that she had kept control of herself even while watching me fuck Amy and was asking permission before playing with herself.

I kissed Amy hard on the mouth and asked her, “What do you think? Should we let Sabine pleasure herself while she watches us?” I continued to pump in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her wet labia dragging against my cock on each stroke.

Amy seemed to consider it, but really I think she was just distracted from my cock and my pelvis grinding against her clit. “Yes, I think we should,” she finally said. “I want to watch her.” I didn’t let up, continuing to pump my cock in and out of her wet cunt.

“Tell her,” I said.

“Yes, you may touch yourself,” Amy told Sabine. She sounded unsure, as if she was trying on her domination for size. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

But before Sabine could even get close to showing her, Amy reached it herself. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” she moaned, “I’m coming!” and I felt her cunt contract and get wetter with her cum. I slowed my fucking and lay still inside her to let her recover. I kissed her hard on the mouth, and she responded, filling my mouth with her tongue.

“Oh, god, Carl,” she panted. “More. Fuck me more.”

“Let’s give Sabine a show,” I said, and Amy murmured her assent. I rolled off onto my back and told Amy to climb on top, facing Sabine. Although all I could see of Amy was her long hair cascading down her sexy back, I could feel her reach down and put my cock back into her waiting cunt. And our changed position meant I could see Sabine, still sitting subserviently in the chair I’d placed her in. She still had her dress on, but it was hanging open like a robe. She was sitting with one foot on the floor and the other up on the chair. It made for a lewd display: her eyes were glued to where Amy and I were joined together, her mouth was hanging open, and her luscious tits hung down as her chest heaved with shortened breath. With both hands she reached below the curve of her belly to her cunt. With one she was rubbing her clit, and with the other she had inserted two fingers and she was fucking herself.

As Amy started to bounce on my cock, I could feel one hand holding my cock, slippery with her cum, inside of her. With the other, she took one breast in her hand, showing it off to Sabine. Sabine bit her lip as if concentrating on the scene in front of her. “You two look so hot,” she said. “Amy, your cunt looks amazing stretched out on Carl’s cock.” But she lost her ability to say much else as she continued to fuck herself in the chair.

I was enjoying the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of Amy, and my view of Amy’s back and ass. But I was mostly enjoying watching Sabine masturbate. It was such a wanton display of arousal and sexuality. She was going faster and faster, getting closer to her orgasm as she watched us fuck. “Please, sir, may I make myself come while you fuck Amy?”

I thrust up into Amy a few times before answering, as if pondering her request. In fact, Amy answered before I could, her confidence in domination building. “Yes, you may come. Show us how much you like watching us.”

And she did. All at once, like a torrent over a waterfall, she came. She moved one hand from her cunt to her nipple, fondling herself as she came. With the other, she rubbed her labia with abandon. As she came off her orgasm, she panted in pleasure, smiling widely. “Would you like to join us on the bed?” I asked. I patted the sheets next to me.

Sabine beamed at me, grateful that she was finally being allowed to join in the fun directly. She stood up and let her dress fall to the floor as she scrambled onto the bed. As Amy kept fucking me, Sabine leaned down to kiss me on my mouth. “Thank you for allowing me on the bed, sir,” she said and kissed me again. I reached up to her dangling breast to caress it. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot,” Sabine said. “I am so glad we’re finally doing this.” She sat up and reached around to Amy. “And I’m so glad you’ve joined us.”

“Thank you for letting me join you two. You are really hot together. Your whole dynamic is fucking amazing,” Amy said. She was still facing away from me, still grinding herself on my cock, and she was turning to talk over her shoulder to see us. “Actually, let me change positions to I can see the two of you better.” She climbed off of me but kept my dick in her hand. She turned around and re-impaled herself on my cock. Sabine was off to my side, sitting on her knees, her hands back at her cunt, watching us. Now I could see her and Amy’s tighter, smaller body in the same view. As Amy bounced on my cock, her small tits bounced up and down too. I smiled at the sight.

Having joined us from the chair, Sabine was not content just to watch us from closer; she wanted to participate. She cleaned down again to kiss me, and as she did, Amy reached her hand down to grasp a breast, while I fondled the other. “God your breasts are amazing,” Amy said. “I had no idea how much I’d like playing with them.” Sabine took that as a cue and she sat up to kiss Amy, giving Amy full access to both of her breasts. I thrust my cock into Amy’s cunt as she groped Sabine’s tits.

Sabine lowered her left hand and found where Amy and I joined together. While she and Amy kissed and Amy fondled her chest, she reached for and found Amy’s clit. She pressed it with her fingertips, Amy gasped in pleasure, and Sabine started making circles with her hand while I used my cock. After a few moments of our joint efforts, Amy was panting, unable to concentrate on anything else. She threw her head back and shouted, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god” as she came. She writhed on my cock and on Sabine’s hand so hard that she lost her place and my cock fell out of her.

She was breathing hard, barely able to make words. “Oh fuck. I need a break.” She fell over on the bed beside us. As her breathing slowed, she crawled to the head of the bed and lay down parallel to me on her back. “Sabine, will you take my place?” she said. “I want to watch the two of you fuck. You have been so good to me and I haven’t gotten to watch you.” She smiled a lazy, tired smile. “And I bet I learn from watching you, professors.”

Sabine reached to my cock and pulled off the condom. She and I were regular sex partners, she had an IUD, and we were carefully fluid bonded. The condom off, she took Amy’s former position and straddled me. She looked at Amy. “Put him in me,” she directed the younger woman, and Amy reached over, took my cock in her hand, and inserted me in Sabine’s waiting cunt.

Sabine was so turned on, so wet, that it was almost like putting my cock into a shower stall. I looked up at my beautiful best friend as she leaned over me, dangling a breast in my face. I latched on and bit her nipple. She yelped in pleasure-pain and started grinding her clit on my pelvis bone. I put my hand on her hips and held them tight as I fucked up into her.

Amy reached over to stroke our skin, but mostly she was enjoying watching and resting. “You two are so intense. It’s beautiful to watch you,” she said, as she slowly reached her hand down to her pussy and started slowly rubbing it. She chuckled to herself. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you two were lovers. Now that I’ve seen it, it’s so obvious. How could you not be? You’re perfect together.” She rolled over on her side, propping her head on her hand, so that she could better watch us. She was smiling broadly, which brought out her cute dimples and made her seem younger than she was. But then I considered how many times we’d made her come, and how I’d come on her face, and she didn’t seem so innocent.

Sabine and I both smiled at the compliment, and she leaned down to kiss me, still undulating her hips on my cock. “Are you going to come for us?” I encouraged her. “Now that you finally have my cock, are you going to show Amy how fucking amazing you look when you come on it?” My words spurred Sabine to move faster, to fuck herself on my cock as hard as she could.

Sabine sat up and rested the palms of her hands on my chest. Her breasts hung down, swinging back and forth with each undulation of her hips, of her cunt on my cock, just at the right level so that her nipples rubbed tantalizingly on my chest hair. Her position meant that as she fucked my cock, she was grinding her clit on my pelvis bone, driving herself toward orgasm. I could tell she was getting close, and even Amy, less practiced at reading Sabine’s body, could see her pleasure. I grasped each hip with a hand, so hard I thought I might leave bruises, and shoved my cock into her again and again.

Finally, Sabine moaned in ecstasy. I felt her cunt contract, like it was turning inside-out in pleasure. Its walls squeezed so hard that even though I thrust my hips up and held her hips down, Sabine’s cunt pushed my cock out of it. I could feel Sabine’s cum trickle down behind my balls, dripping to my ass and then onto the sheets below.

Sabine fell down onto me and kissed me hard, and then she leaned over and kissed Amy. She was at my favorite part of of any sex session with her: when she got insatiable and needed more. She pulled Amy onto her back and lay on top of her. “You,” she said and kissed her on the mouth, “are,” and kissed Amy’s chest just above her breasts, “fucking,” and kissed Amy’s navel, “adorable,” and Sabine reached Amy’s labia. She pushed Amy’s thighs apart, lay on her belly, and buried her face where Amy’s legs came together. Her hair fell forward and blocked my view, but whatever she was doing, Amy liked it. She moaned in appreciation and put her hands on the back of Sabine’s head.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” she said. “Do that again.” Whatever it was, Sabine, as always, took direction well and did it again, and Amy let out another long, low moan.

Amy was half sitting, half lying, propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed. Her young, perky breasts heaved in pleasure, and her skin shone with sweat from our exertions. Her knees were up, her legs spread out to make room for Sabine, who stayed buried between them. Sabine was lying on her stomach, giving us a view of her back and her round ass. Her legs extended down to the foot of the bed, and I could see her gently humping the bed, grinding her own sex into it while she ate out our young guest.

I was enjoying the view, but I also felt a little left out. So I walked to the head of the bed and knelt next to Amy’s face. I put her hand on her chin and directed her to my cock, which stood at attention, still sticky with Sabine’s cum.

Amy smiled when she saw what I was suggesting, and she leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. Wrapping her hand around my shaft, she started to pump me, licking the tip of my cock each time. But just as we were getting up a rhythm, Sabine must have one something with her mouth on Amy’s clit, because Amy let my cock fall out of her mouth. “Oh my god! Do that again! Please!” And Sabine did it again, and Amy grabbed her head and pressed her crotch harder into Sabine’s face.

Amy reached again for my cock and pulled me closer. She nuzzled her face into my balls, rubbing my cock on her cheek. Clearly a real blowjob was too much for her, but as I looked down at her I enjoyed the view–and the feeling–of her licking my cock like a popsicle while she writhed with pleasure from Sabine’s tongue.

After a few more minutes, Sabine looked up at me, detaching her mouth from Amy’s cunt while she spoke. “Come fuck my cunt,” she said, simply. “Please.” As she asked, she shifted on the bed to lift her ass in the air, her face still at Amy’s cunt.

I got up and moved behind her. Ordinarily, I didn’t like fucking Sabine doggy style, because it felt like it was a waste by hiding some of her best assets–her big tits and her pretty face–but I was certainly willing to make an exception. She spread her legs to make room for me, and I quickly shoved my cock into her waiting cunt. She moaned into Amy’s crotch as I filled her up. I threw my hips back and forth, fucking her hard. As I did, I thrust Sabine harder and harder into Amy’s cunt.

“Oh fuck, Carl,” Amy said, looking at me through eyes heavily lidded from pleasure. “It’s like you’re fucking me with Sabine’s mouth.” She was holding Sabine’s head, humping her face from below in time with my thrusts. The scene in front of me was extraordinary. With each hard thrust, Sabine’s ass shook, and her mouth transferred the force to Amy’s body, so that Amy’s small breasts were jiggling in time with my fucking Sabine.

Amy and I were fucking Sabine from both ends, filling up her cunt and her mouth, using each wet hole for our own pleasure. I reached down and spanked her ass, relishing the hollow sound my hand made as it hit her. From where her face was buried in Amy’s sex, I could hear Sabine moan in pleasure. Amy grinned. “Spank her again, Carl.” I did. And again. I could see on Amy’s face how much she was enjoying our mutually using Sabine.

Besides the slaps, the room was filled with our panting and the wet sounds of sex, of ever increasing excitement. And then it was filled with Amy’s mounting moans as Sabine got her closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh god, yes Sabine, keep doing that. Make me come.”

I encouraged her. “Come for us, Amy. Come on Sabine’s face! Come for our slut.”

And she did, half moaning, half shouting, bucking her hips into Sabine’s face. It seemed like it went on for minutes, and it was clearly her strongest orgasm of the night. When it finally ended, she lay there panting, her cheeks flush, a new layer of sweat shining on her chest. She pushed Sabine away from her glistening cunt, and Sabine lay her face on Amy’s thigh.

Meanwhile, I could feel that Sabine herself was getting close. I leaned over, pressed my chest against her back. With my left hand, I reached down and took one of her breasts; with my right, I reached around to where we came together. I could feel her wet, stretched labia and my cock, slick with her juices, as I thrust it in and out. I pressed the palm of my right hand into her clit and rubbed circles, while I squeezed Sabine’s breast lightly with my left.

Leaning over to use my hands out my face near Sabine’s on Amy’s light. “Come for us, baby,” I growled. “Show Amy how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”

I felt Amy reach down and stroke my head, and I looked up at her. She was watching us, wrapt. “Yes, Sabine, come on his big dick,” she said.

Sabine, in fact, did not need much encouragement. I could feel her tensing up under my body, and I started thrusting faster and harder the way I knew she liked, but as she came I thrust my cock deeply into her and kept it in her, holding on for dear life as her cunt tightened and tried to push me out. I could feel her gush cum all over my cock and my right hand.

She collapsed on the bed, her body slack and briefly spent. My hard cock slipped out of her, slick with her cum. I found myself kneeling over two entwined beauties, my hand lightly stroking my erection, using the substantial amount of Sabine’s cum on my palm for lubricant.

“Jesus,” Amy said, looking at me and stroking Sabine’s hair. “How are you still going? You came in the other room, but you’ve been fucking for like two hours! The guys I’ve slept with before can’t last fifteen minutes.”

Sabine smiled. “That is one of Carl’s marvelous qualities,” she said. “It takes him forever to come, so he can give us as many orgasms as we can stand.”

“Whew,” Amy said, smiling and fluttering her eyes. “I think I actually may have hit my limit. I’ve lost count of how many times the two of you have gotten me off. I don’t think I can take any more.” She looked at Sabine. “Are you still going? That orgasm was pretty intense just now.”

I climbed off the bed and stood at its foot, still playing with myself while I looked at the two women. “Sabine is usually insatiable,” I bragged. “Always ready for more.” Sabine smiled at the compliment and kissed Amy’s inner thigh as she got up.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Amy said. “I’m not done-done. I want to keep going. I just don’t think I’m going to come again.”

Sabine stood and gently rearranged Amy on the bed so that she was lying on one side of it, her head on a pillow. Then she lay down on her side facing Amy, cradling her face.

“So are you ready for something new and different?” Sabine asked.

“Yes. Definitely.” Amy reached out to play with one of Sabine’s breasts. “You have shown me so much already tonight. What’s next?” They kissed.

They each lay on their sides, facing each other and kissed gently. Sabine was giving Amy time to recover, but also keeping everyone’s interest up. Sabine took one of Amy’s hands and moved it to her cunt. “I want you to finger me,” she whispered. I went to lie on Sabine’s other side. With her back to me, I couldn’t see much, but I decided for now I would let the two women have their moment, as Amy touched another woman’s sex for the first time. I took the opportunity to rest for a bit, but from beside me I could hear the wet squishing sounds of Amy exploring the soft folds of Sabine’s cunt. Sabine was breathing hard, humming in pleasure to encourage Amy.

After a few minutes, Sabine decided to raise the temperature. She reached behind her back, looking for me. “Come here and enter me from behind,” she said to me, raising her leg to give me access to her cunt, even as Amy continued to finger her. I moved toward her, cock in hand, to prepare to enter her. Amy moved her fingers out of Sabine’s cunt, making room for me, and focused on her clit as I entered her from behind. Sabine, her body and her cunt sandwiched between us, let out a low moan.

“I know you haven’t ever gone down on a woman,” she said to Amy, “and maybe this is too much for first time, but would you lick us while we fuck?” It was almost touching how unsure Sabine seemed asking Amy.

But Amy was having none of her uncertainty. “Of course I will. Look, I know you guys have the domination thing going, and that’s cool. And it was super hot for me to have Carl to myself while you weren’t allowed on the bed. But when you’re both here, when you’re both together? I feel like it’s obvious that my job is to help you two. I want to fulfill this”–she searched for the word–“this connection you have. I will do whatever you tell me.” I found her words immensely gratifying. After years of hiding our connection, Sabine and I finally had a witness. We shared a bond, a love, but it was a careful secret. I found myself moved to have it seen and recognized by a third party.

“Besides,” she said, smirking, “I really want to help make Carl come finally.”

I rolled more onto my back, and with some adjustment of position, Sabine lay on her back on my right hip, her legs splayed out around mine. By the time we were in position, I’d fallen out of Sabine’s wet, gaping cunt. “Put me in,” I told Amy, and she reached down, and took my member–by now wet and slippery with Sabine’s juices–and slipped me into Sabine’s waiting, dripping cunt. The position meant I was barely inside her, and the top of Sabine’s lips rubbed the most sensitive part of the underside of my cock. It also meant only small thrusts, since Sabine was lying on my hips and preventing much motion.

For the first minute or two, Amy kept her hand there, holding me in, rubbing Sabine’s clit. I enjoyed the feeling of my cock, slick from Sabine’s cunt, rubbing against Amy’s small hand while I fucked Sabine. I might have only been able to make small thrusts into Sabine, but the feelings were magnified by the combination of the two women.

Then Amy rearranged herself to take her big sapphic plunge. I could feel her face getting closer and closer to where Sabine and I were joined. I groaned in pleasure as I felt Amy’s tongue touch my balls, gently licking them, then licking up the shaft of my cock from the base to where it entered Sabine. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but she must have put her whole mouth on my shaft, and it felt heavenly: like I was fucking both Sabine’s cunt and Amy’s mouth. It meant I was getting the tactile benefits of being barely in Sabine–with the intense focus on the most sensitive part of my cock–and of being fully sheathed in the wet warmth of Amy’s mouth. I could feel myself finally climbing toward orgasm.

Amy took her mouth away and looked up at us. “Mm,” she said, “you taste great, Sabine. I can taste you on Carl’s cock. It’s so hot to do this–to pleasure you both.”

“Focus on Sabine,” I told her. “I want you to make her come before I come. Focus your mouth on her clit and make her come on your pretty face.”

Amy did as she was told and lowered her face back to Sabine’s sex. I could still feel her mouth, and sometimes her tongue slipped south from Sabine’s clit onto my cock right below it. In fact, a couple of times I slipped out of Sabine, and Amy caught me in her mouth. When that happened, I thrust two or three times in Amy’s welcoming mouth before she dutifully put me back into Sabine.

While she was licking Sabine and me, Amy reached up to take one of Sabine’s breasts in her hands. “Oh, god, Carl, oh god Amy,” Sabine panted. “This feels so good. It feels amazing to be fucked by both of you at once.” She kept talking, sort of, but she was rapidly descending past the point of coherence.

I took a hand and reached to Sabine’s mouth. I knew how much she liked being totally stimulated, and between Amy and me we now had her mouth, her tit, her clit, and her cunt. Too bad there wasn’t a fourth person here to stimulate her ass, I thought.

I didn’t have much time to think, though, because I could feel Sabine tense toward her orgasm, her moans becoming more like grunts, her body stiffening, her cunt contracting. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, too, thanks to the combined pleasures of Sabine’s cunt and Amy’s mouth.

When Sabine came, she came hard, her body flailing, her cum gushing onto my cock and Amy’s face, her cunt contracting so much it was like it turned inside out. And, somewhat miraculously, I came, finally, at the same time. My cock swelled, sending my cum first deep into Sabine’s cunt and then, when her spasms expelled me, onto Amy’s face.