Linda Alvarez - The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

“He slammed his shoulders back against the door. His crotch was arched way out. He was calling out for Jesus. He started to come. It spurted …”

Tad made this low, deep growl. His body began to spasm. Jamal pulled his mouth away so we could watch the gouts of juice rhythmically pumping out of Tad’s cock. He stared, intent, at his lover’s crotch, then came himself, hard and roaring.

That put me over the edge. My hand was flying at my clit, my forearms like cables. My own body pushed my fingers out of me, and I let go, and I was flying. I howl and laugh when I come, and I squirt. Lots. When I was done, the front of my shorts was sopping, and Tad’s foot and Jamal’s knee were in a puddle of girl-juice-soaked sand. I collapsed on to my side, breathing hard. Was going to be hell getting the sand out of my dreads.

I heard a noise behind us. I pulled my hands out of my pants and rolled over. Two eager heads had just pushed through the bushes to see what all the commotion was about. “Oh, excuse us,” said the two men. They tromped away, giggling. I heard one of them say, “Was that a woman with them?”

Jamal started laughing — a low, slow roll. He put his head on T a d ’s knee and said to me, “Girl, you are some dirty bitch.” He reached out and high-fived me. Our hands made a wet noise as they slapped together.

Tad still looked a little sheepish, but his whole body was more relaxed now. He leaned back against the rock, stroked Jamal’s head. “Is this Canadian hospitality, Shuck?” he teased me.

I put my head against the warm sand, reached out a foot and slid it along first Tad’s leg, then Jamal’s. I was going to have quite the story to tell Sula tonight. I admired our skins, the three shades of brown against the pale sand. “Look at us,” I said.

“Three black sheep,” Jamal joked.

“Three black berries,” I replied.

Tad gave a happy sigh. “And such sweet juice.”

Catherine Lundoff

How do you tell your husband you’re dumping him for his assistant? That question was almost enough to make Karen walk out of the lobby, get back on the train and forget this particular errand. She didn’t have to get on the elevator and go upstairs to see him after all. There was always the coward’s way out: the note on the table, the carefully removed possessions. But she couldn’t do that to Danny somehow. It didn’t feel right. Not even if Elaine would punish her for it afterwards, just the way she deserved.

That thought brought a hot flush to her entire body and her walk slowed to a languorous strut that made heads turn as she made her way to the elevator. Memories of her last stolen moments with Elaine filled her head, licked their way up her thighs and drove hard little fists inside her until she found herself standing in front of the receptionist’s desk in Danny’s office with no idea of how she got there. It took a few seconds for her to find the breath to get the words past her lips. “I need to see Danny.”

The woman at the desk raised an eyebrow but turned to check his calendar without making any comment. “I’m afraid he’s in a meeting for the next twenty minutes, Mrs Anderson. It looks like that’s his last one for today though. Would you like to wait in his office?” She buzzed Karen in after a mute nod answered her question. Karen walked slowly past her and inched her way into Danny’s office without being noticed by anyone else. She shut the door behind her with a sigh of relief and collapsed in one of the chairs.

Then there was nothing to do but sit for an eternity and rehearse what she was going to say. She felt a little guilty that she hadn’t told Elaine that she was going to do this today; after all, it was Elaine’s job on the line if Danny freaked out. Maybe she should just tell him there was someone else and leave it at that. She wiped her shaking hands off on her skirt and eyed it critically. It was too short and too tight for this kind of talk. Then there were the flimsy lace panties under it and the sheer bra under her silky blouse. All in all, she looked like a woman who dressed to be fucked, not to ask her husband for a divorce.

The realization made her groan. Her head had been full of seeing Elaine tonight, not on how Danny would respond to her this afternoon. Besides, Elaine had bought the lingerie set for her and insisted she put it on this morning. Anyway, it had been ages since Danny had paid much attention to her at all so why expect things to change now? He didn’t even have a photo of her on his desk. That’s it. Get mad. It’ll be easier that way . She made herself hang on to that thought, adding to it by remembering every slight and argument of the last few months. By the time Danny walked in, she was fuming and her outfit was all about what he wasn’t getting any more.

“Hi, honey. To what do I owe the pleasure? You look lovely, by the way.” He glanced her over appreciatively and gave her a quick peck on the lips, then strode off to sit behind his desk and shuffle papers around.

“Danny, we need to talk about something important,” she began, proud of how dignified she sounded. That lasted all of a minute when it became obvious that he wasn’t paying attention. The realization stabbed through her. “Look at me, dammit! You don’t feel a thing for me any more, do you? No, don’t bother denying it. That’s why I’m leaving you. I’m sick of being ignored … and neglected.” She burst into tears with the last words. It still hurt to say them, even if she was in love with someone else now.

“Oh, honey!” Danny was at her side and pulling her up out of the chair faster than she could have believed. His arms held her tight and he murmured into her hair. “I didn’t know you felt that way.” He paused for a couple of breaths, filled only by her sniffles. “You’re so right, baby. I haven’t been appreciating you like I should. But I love you, Karen, you’ve got to believe that.” His hands stroked her back as she sobbed wordlessly into his shoulder, hating herself for breaking down like this. But then he felt so good and warm and safe when he held her in his arms. It was so hard not to respond to him.

Then he tilted her face up and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her hair, wiping the tears away. His lips met hers for a long, hard kiss and she could feel her pulse beginning to race. It almost felt like he meant it, like he really did care. He showered kisses down her neck until the breath caught in her throat. If she didn’t stop him soon, this would get completely out of hand. Despite her intentions, she could feel herself moisten when she thought about what that could mean.

But she made herself pull away and catch his face in her hands. Looking into his big brown eyes, she forced the words out. “No, wait, Danny. There’s more. I’m seeing someone else.”

“Are you now? And what’s he got that I don’t have?” His jaw tightened and she could see the hurt in his eyes. But he still held her close, one hand sliding down her skirt to cup her ass and pull her up even closer to him. A sharp heat went through her and she could feel him harden, feel herself begin to ache with need.

Oh, this is not good. She was supposed to be long over him, long past memories of what his body felt like against hers. Not responding like this. Gasping, she managed to respond, “She. I’m leaving you for Elaine.”

His dark blond eyebrows rose in surprise but he didn’t let her go. “Really? Well, I can think of quite a few things that she’s got that I don’t. Which of them won your heart, love?”

Karen stopped crying and wondered what to say next. After eight years together, he deserved an explanation. “She pays attention to me, Danny. I can really talk to her.” And she knows what I need better than you ever did. A shiver went through her as she imagined Elaine’s tongue on her clit, coaxing and caressing until she couldn’t stop coming. A drop of moisture ran down the inside of her leg and she bit her lip to hold back a tiny moan. Danny. Think about Danny, not Elaine, she told herself sternly.