Linda Alvarez - The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

She closed her eyes, her hips rolling against his thighs as if he was all she wanted in the whole world. His breath was ragged now and she smiled to hear it. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be mature and calm and on her way out the door by now. How had she ended up here?

Smack! His hand met her quivering flesh hard again and again. Oh yes, she remembered now. He stopped to drive a finger up her ass, then two. She lost count after that, lost count of the number of times she apologized and begged him to fuck her. She even came once, shaking wildly over his thighs, his fingers in her ass and her flesh burning with the prints of his palm.

That must have been when the door opened and someone came in. Someone who sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk and watched them. Karen tried to look up but the desk blocked her view. “Tell me again that you’re not leaving me.” Danny’s voice was full of menace and the delicious promise of unknown punishments to come.

She melted against him, frantic to feel him inside her. For the next few moments, she begged, she pleaded, she said anything he wanted to hear. She was still babbling when he pushed her off his legs so she dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. He rolled the chair away from her, an odd smile on his face. She followed him, not bothering to stand up, not sure her legs would hold her if she did until he stopped moving and she found herself looking up at Elaine.

Oh shit . “I’m sorry, I …” That was when she noticed Elaine’s hands were inside her panties, rubbing frantically while she watched them from under half-closed lids.

“Get over there and get busy, Karen. I want to see your tongue on her clit while I fuck your ass. If this is to be our last evening together, you’re going to fulfil every fantasy I have and I’m going to enjoy it to the maximum. You want to make that happen for me, don’t you, love? Your little farewell gift?” Danny leaned over so his face was inches from hers, his fingers rolling one of her nipples.

Karen jerked away and sat up. Something didn’t feel right. “You two set me up, didn’t you? None of this was real.” She glared first at Danny then at Elaine.

Elaine sat up, a peculiar smile curving her full lips. “My promotion came through today and Danny and I had a little talk. We came to an … arrangement. Do you really want to choose between us, love? Danny was betting that you didn’t and it looks like he was right. You certainly looked like you were having fun.”

Karen scowled. “That’s not really the point …”

“Isn’t it?” Danny was on the floor next to her now, trailing his fingers over the bare skin of her exposed thigh. “I was thinking that you should leave me more often, at least once we’re done here. I really need to be done right now. Don’t you, darling?” He leaned in close, his lips at her ear making the breath catch in her throat. When she didn’t push him away, he trailed his tongue down her neck.

Karen looked up at Elaine, panting slightly through open lips. Could she really have both of them? Elaine dropped to all fours from the chair, like a cat, and moved gracefully across the carpet to Karen’s side. Without saying a word, she devoured Karen’s lips in a savage kiss that burned away all resistance. “Yes,” Karen murmured when they came up for air.

Then she was between Elaine’s legs, licking her honeyed sweetness while Danny drove himself inside her. Now it was her tongue coaxing her lover into ecstatic moans, into coming hard, thighs shaking around her head. Danny came moments later, thrusting himself into her until she spasmed around him, shaking and moaning until they all collapsed into a sweaty contented heap.

“I think I’d like to be the straying spouse next time,” Elaine murmured in Karen’s ear as Danny’s fingers found her clit again. Karen was too happy to argue.

Olivia London

Funny, the things you remember.

Years ago, when my husband Trevor was still my boyfriend and we were living in San Francisco (a far wilder cry from the hinterland hamlet we reside in now), my man talked me into fucking his best friend. The things we do for love!

I was giving my boyfriend a hand job one lusty night when he stopped me and said, “Erica, honey. I saw the way you looked at Henry when he helped us move into this overpriced apartment. You were practically salivating watching the tectonic shifts of his muscles as he loaded our boxes into the truck. When you handed him a glass of lemonade, you touched his forearm and stroked his fingers. And I sure noticed the way Henry eyeballed your curves. Would you ever consider a threesome?”

I sat up in bed and said, “For the record, I certainly did not stroke his fingers. I just wanted to make sure the glass was secure in his hand. Every time we go out partying with him, he spills a drink … or two. You know what a klutz he is.”

Trev smiled his wicked smile and pointed his cock at me like a microphone. “You still didn’t answer my question, love. Would you or wouldn’t you?”

Just glancing at my lover’s countenance was enough to arouse interest in anything. He had the kind of face that could get a girl peeling off her panties faster than she could change lanes on a highway at dawn. His grey-blue eyes were always alert with a passion for learning new things, which gave women the impression he was sensitive. I was drawn to his sensitive nature, too, but fortunately Trev had enough push in him to take control in the bedroom and his erotic techniques could please even the most demanding connoisseur of love. Just as in any relationship, we’d had our ups and downs, but even though we had been together since college days, I never wanted anyone else. I already had just who I wanted to turn to for a night of arrant bliss. Sure, a woman has fantasies that can put her mind through the darkest labyrinths of desire, but those are reserved for down times at work and blocking out surly faces on commuter trains. Fantasies are the elixir that keeps our fragile psyches from spilling into aisles and tripping people up with our messy wants.

I never thought I’d be tempted to blur the line between fantasy and reality.

When Trev and I watched porn together, we’d always pick a two-guys-and-a-girl scenario and when I was home alone, masturbating, I’d often imagine a third shadowy figure invading our bed. In the latter event, the interloper was typically a stranger who would give me a sound spanking while my boyfriend fondled his erection. One recurring vision I had was of being forced to kneel in front of two men, alternately sucking their cocks until one man came on my chest and the other jacked off on my belly. Just closing my eyes and thinking of more than one hard-on at my disposal was enough to make me wet.

“Hey, where are you?” Trev asked, bringing me back to the present. God, he was gorgeous. He still had the rugged good looks of a hiker though he knew better than to drag me down a trail. Our only fight occurred when he convinced me how fun mountain climbing would be. I forget at what point I stopped breathing properly and started enumerating all the truly fun things we could be doing, like sipping cocktails at Vino’s or watching movies naked, but things were said that would take a while to be unsaid. It didn’t help that a pack of silver-haired seniors briskly passed us by, high-fiving one another in their use-it-or-lose-it momentum.

“I was just thinking about how into you I am. We’ve been through so much together. Do you really want to invite Henry into our bed?”

Trevor pulled me in for a hug and said, “We can go to his place. He lives alone, you know.”

“You’ve discussed this with him?”