Miranda, Female, 24

	- Narrator, daughter of Angela and Dan

	- 5'7, beige skin, 125lbs, curly dark red-brown hair over shoulders

Dr. Martin Green, Male, late-40s

	- Sex therapist, husband of Auburn

	- 5'8, ruddy beige skin, 150lbs, short brown hair with grey streaks

Dr. Auburn Green, Female, late-40s

	- Psychologist, wife of Martin

	- 5'10, light-olive skin, 140lbs, shoulder-length auburn hair

A glass of wine was in my hand, already half-emptied, while I waited for Martin and Auburn to finish showering. I'd been turning over questions and concerns, had a million ways I thought this might go. I didn't really know how to proceed, but I hoped the time I'd spent with Martin, and with Auburn, might have given them enough to go on to suggest our way forward.

Auburn came out first and greeted me with a warm hug. It was as friendly a gesture as I'd known from her. “I'm excited, Miranda, I hope we can come to an agreement.” She wore a long kimono, fanciful designs of all sorts between the broad, curving stripes of red and black. Her reddish-brown hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders, and her feet were covered with see-through white stockings which disappeared under the outer garment. Auburn looked very beautiful.

“Me too,” I said nervously. “I don't know what to expect.”

She smiled and motioned towards the smaller couch, sitting down next to where I was settling. “This will be a new experience for all of us, Miranda. We've never done anything like this, either. But, I think it will be fun going through this together. I think... I think it will be good for all of us...”

With a nod, I responded, “I'm ready for anything.”

Martin came in and I glanced at him as he poured himself a glass of wine and did the same for his wife. He wore a robe very similar to Auburn's, only it was gold and grey. His feet were bare, and the top of the robe was open so that his hairy upper chest was partially visible. He sat down on the other couch so that he was facing me.

“So, we are all three together at the beginning. Let's toast,” he said, “to a fresh start for all of us.”

We drank and Auburn began to talk. “Martin and I have experiences in our past which are not pleasant, as I've told you before. When we found each other, we started to talk about those moments and how they had affected us, and we decided that we wanted children so that we could right some of those wrongs, to give our children lives free of abuse and guilt. We tried and tried, but our pregnancy never took hold. It felt, after some years, that we were stuck never able to fulfill our desire to do right to our children in the ways in which our loved ones had failed us.”

Martin picked up, “But we gave that up some years ago. It wasn't to be. We started to share our bed with young women, both as an outlet for our sexual energies and also to try to make someone, anyone, feel pleasure that we sometimes forgot how to feel ourselves. It was soothing to do so, but it was never complete. We couldn't exactly figure out what we'd missed, what was missing. Not until you began to tell me, to tell us, about your life.”

Auburn took over. “We still want the chance to live those moments, but now. . . we can do something different. Very different. We can give someone a wonderful. . . childhood. . . which twists the terrible experiences we had and replaces those with the joyous ones you shared with us. We could meet everyone's needs. You gain the next Mommy and Daddy you wish for so dearly, and we get the daughter we can share and work to undue the unpleasant associations we have with childhood sexuality. Does this make sense?”

“I think so,” I replied. “Are you suggesting. . . that we start with me pretending to be eight again?”

Auburn shook then tilted her head, “No. Younger. I think we should start from the beginning, let us all experience this relationship as if it was brand new. Like we'd just brought you home from the hospital. . . ”

“Wow. . . ” I said, trying to visualize what was being suggested. “So. . . diapers and changing me and nursing and crawling and. . . ”

“Yes. . . ” Auburn's voice was more breathy, “I would really love to try that. . . ”

“As would I,” Martin added. “We wanted a child for so long. . . if you are willing, we could finally have one, and we could combine that with your experiences and find a way to heal and grow together. . . if you feel you wish to go back that far. . . ”

It was actually exciting. Very exciting. I nodded enthusiastically. “I like this idea.”

“Let's discuss safety,” Martin suggested. “Let's be frank. We should get STI screens. It has been many years since my wife and I have had them. As far as we know, we do not have anything at this time.”

“I was tested a couple of years ago,” I replied, “but I'm happy to do so again. I'm clean, I believe.”

“Good. Now, are you on birth control, Miranda?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “Not currently. . . ”

“Ah. We'll use condoms, then.”

“I will get an IUD. Condoms at first are fine,” I said, being wholly honest, “but I much prefer without. . . ”

“As do we, Dear,” Auburn said with a smile. “Martin has not had the big snip, so unless we are attempting to bring about a pregnancy. . . ”

She left it up in the air and for a moment it was clear that she was leaving open that possibility. It wasn't one I was going to turn down without a lot of thought.

Martin jumped in, “Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's start with condoms and then the IUD. We have a long way to go before we can even consider what the future holds.”

“Too true,” Auburn said. “We'll have to decide how to work into this. We're all a bit too eager to just jump into our new roles and dive in quickly, but we barely know each other. We should get comfortable together as friends first. Miranda,” she said with a smile, “would you like to go out on a date with us tonight?”

I beamed. “I'd love to.”

They stood and I did the same. Auburn opened her arms and I leaned into her for a hug, Martin wrapping his own around us both. They shared a kiss and for the first time in over a year, I felt an amazing comfort wash over me. I smelled her perfume, which was light and spicy, but underneath it I smelled Auburn's warm flesh, as well. I rested my head against her shoulder and inhaled against her neck, Martin's body pressed against mine, warm and welcoming. I loved that moment so much.

It was exciting to think what might come from our arrangement, new ideas I'd never considered, and it seemed like what I got from therapy had the potential to be what I hoped for and so much more.

- - -

The date had been a real pleasure. The couple were attentive and relaxed, eager to ask me questions. They asked me to describe my lovers other than my parents, and I did so, admitting that none of them satisfied me the way Dad and Mom had. Did I enjoy any kinks or have any fetishes? I wasn't sure, honestly. I was open to learning and trying new things. Was I someone who enjoyed being submissive. I was very much so. What plans did I have for my future? I told them I was not in a position where I needed a great deal of income, and I made money with my writing so I had a lot of freedom in the future months and years.

"What is your favorite thing about being intimate with a woman?" Auburn had asked me.

I had thought a moment before answering, "The smell of her. I love a woman's smell. Her hair, her skin, her genitals. All of it. I loved to smell my Mom when she was sleeping, sometimes curling her hair around my finger and bringing it to my nose. I especially enjoyed the nights when she hadn't showered and left her natural scent to linger."

This clearly aroused Auburn and her husband, and they continued to pepper me with questions until well after the date had ended with us seated in their home, sipping wine again. "I am very attracted to you, Miranda," Martin told me, "and I know my wife feels the same."

Auburn nodded and smiled.

I smiled back. "The feeling is mutual."

"Would you like to join us in the bedroom?"

The wetness between my thighs made it hard to consider anything else and I enthusiastically agreed that I would.

Martin took my hand and brought me to my feet, then turned and led me down the hallway to the master bedroom. Auburn trailed behind, holding my other hand. I hadn't felt such excited anticipation in a very long time.

The master was huge. A suite, really. There was a large king-sized bed with plush pillows and a thick comforter over top. A sitting area was further back, a couch and chairs and a large, wall-sized mirror along the wall facing the bed. Beyond that I could see a dual-sink which seemed to lead to a large walk-in closet on one side and the master bathroom on the other. I felt like I was royalty as Martin sat me on the edge of the bed and began to kiss me.

His lips were warm and more soft than I expected. It was almost like kissing a woman. Tender and careful were his movements. I felt Auburn's fingers slide over my cheek gently, then down my neck. She brought her lips to my face and slowly kissed back across my jaw line, nibbling on my ear while Martin's tongue swept confidently through my mouth.

A hand slid over my breasts. It was Auburn's, the first one. A second hand joined it, Martin's, and together the couple massaged my sensitive flesh through my shirt and bra. Martin's mouth moved away from mine and Auburn's replaced it. Her kiss was gentle, but somehow more firm than her husband's. Where his had been tender and careful, hers felt stronger, more insistent. I enjoyed them both immensely.

As they kissed me and massaged my breasts, I let my hands move freely to each of them, stroking Martin's thigh just above the knee, doing the same to Auburn but closer to her crotch. The kimono dress she wore was thin and I easily felt the heat from her body on my fingers. I shuddered with excitement and felt her do the same. I slowly slid the bottom of the kinomo up her thigh, exposing her lovely warm flesh to my eyes.

Hands pulled the shirt quickly from my body and my bra was unfastened in seconds, letting my breasts fall free. Each of my new partners caressed them eagerly, Martin soon sucking on my nipples while Auburn and I kissed. My legs parted as a hand slid over the crotch of my slacks and I could feel myself swelling and growing wet.

I was pushed back on the bed and my pants were soon drawn from my body, my panties then pulled down my legs and my thighs spread as Auburn took control of me then. Her head was near enough to my pussy to feel her hot breath there. Martin's tongue danced around my tits while his wife tasted my private flesh for the first time. I closed my eyes and let my lovers do with me what they wished.

Auburn's tongue was like velvet heat on my labia and my clit. I drew my legs up and wrapped my ankles behind her head, my fingers playing through her silky reddish-brown strands, the wet, arousing sounds of her mouth on my cunt matched only by her soft purring as she ate me. My clit throbbed and swelled. Martin moved up to kiss me again and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him against me as his wife brought me to orgasm.

I climaxed on Auburn's tongue, the pleasure of release intoxicating. I washed in the sensation and begged for more. Auburn didn't slow her movements, lapping up the cream dripping from my vagina while Martin's fingers slid down to twirl my clit just above. Together, they made me cum again as I moaned loudly into Martin's mouth.

I relaxed and felt the two move. I opened my eyes narrowly to see Auburn sucking on Martin's penis while his fingers played through my twat. I was messy and swollen already, my thighs as wet as Auburn's cheeks and chin. Martin's dick was perhaps six inches, reasonably thick. It was a modest brown and muted red, uncircumcised, the skin pulled back with his full, throbbing erection being stroked by Auburn's lips and fist. I could see the pleasure on his face from his wife's blow job.

Soon, Auburn pulled a condom out of the nearby drawer and used her mouth to slide it down Martin's cock. Fully covered, Martin stepped between my legs and fingered me gently a moment, probing my pussy and making my clit rise again. I wanted him inside me with all my heart.

His penis slid in easily and I sucked in my breath. Even with the condom, I felt the heat from his flesh inside me. I felt full. It had been a long time since I'd had a penis inside me. Even longer since that penis had not been my father's. I'd almost forgotten how much that sensation filled me with a sense of purpose. I loved being fucked, and Martin started to slide in and out of my vagina as if he knew it was true.

Auburn moved onto the bed, then looked down at me, stroking my nipples, teasing them. Pinching them lightly. "Will you eat me?" she asked.

I smiled as I panted with each of Martin's thrusts. "I'd love to eat you..."

Auburn pulled her kimono from her body and showed that she wore neither bra nor panties. She straddled my head, facing her husband, and settled lower over my face. The scent of her flesh was intoxicating. Rich and heady, thick with odors of stale sweat and arousal. I inhaled as she drew closer and shuddered, the penis inside me swelling with each stroke. Auburn's pussy was on my mouth then and my nose pressed hard against her anus. I sniffed the distinct, sharp but pleasant aroma there, then pushed my tongue between her lower lips to taste the woman's inner flesh.

Her pussy was trimmed beautifully. Some hair was left trailing down her labia in thin, curved lines. A small tuft was left just above her clit. Everything else was shaved clean. It made it so much easier to run my tongue along her smooth, slick flesh and draw out the wetness within.

My world became two connected but also isolated experiences. Martin's hard cock stretched me and filled me with pleasure below. Auburn's wet, scented, flavorful cunt and wonderful asshole consumed me above. I could barely breathe but I didn't care. I sucked in just enough oxygen to live for the next moment, and used my tongue and my pussy to make sure my lovers were enjoying their time with me.

Auburn began to orgasm and I heard Martin tell her, "Cum in her mouth, my love. Cover her in your essence..." She shuddered and her hips jerked forwards and back. I kept my tongue out to try to contact her clit, but Auburn pressed her vagina down onto my tongue instead. A gush of thick cream rushed into my mouth and then more. Auburn moaned loudly, pushing down on my face, making me take her fluids inside me.

Her cum was somewhat tart and astringent, but also held sweetness, like a wonderful peach yogurt. It coated my tongue and I swallowed, flushing Auburn's juices down my throat. More slid from her pussy, thinner this time, less tart, more like a man's pre-cum. I swallowed that too.

Martin began to thrust faster and it was only then that I remembered he was there. I'd been so focused, so in awe of the cream flowing from Auburn's pussy that I'd somehow forgotten that Martin was fucking my pussy. I moaned loudly at the realization and my legs drew up and wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to release. I could feel he was close in the way his movement had become more urgent, more forceful, my vagina growing looser and more accepting of his penetration.

He shuddered and growled. Auburn encouraged him. "Fill her up, Martin. Fill her little cunt with your seed." He growled louder, thrust harder. I couldn't see his face with Auburn's buttocks just above my eyes, but I imagined his eyes were closed as he began to cum.

I didn't feel it, obviously. Even without a condom, it is more often than not that I don't feel the semen shooting inside me. Martin filled his condom in shudders not thrusts, pumping his ejaculate into the reservoir tip held deep inside my vagina. I used my legs to hold him tight against me as he came.

My world relaxed again as Auburn moved off my face and Martin withdrew. I watched with a smile as Auburn pulled the condom from Martin's slowly-fading penis then upturned it over her mouth, draining the man's semen onto her tongue, swallowing it in one big gulp. They kissed a moment, then slid on either side of me. Hands were gentle as they stroked my flesh. We shared more kisses and light touches before I started to feel a bit cold and said so.

"Dear," Auburn replied, "I am as well. Would you like to stay the night with us? We'd both really enjoy that..."

I smiled, "I'd love to."

I noticed then that the bed had been made with three pillows along the top. They'd hoped I wouldn't simply rush off after our lovemaking. I was only too eager to be able to cuddle with my new lovers long into the night.

It set the stage for the things which would come soon in our new relationship. The idea of me being a deeply-ingrained part of their lives, I mean. Not leaving for the night but staying. It would soon have a very different context than it did that first night together, but believe me, it was a brilliant beginning to our adventures together.

Settling in between Martin and Auburn felt right to me. The lights out, I could only hear their breathing, feel their warm skin on mine. We slept naked, Auburn curled up with her hand resting on my thigh, Martin pressed against me with his penis occasionally throbbing along my side. I didn't really sleep much that night, but it was only because I was enjoying myself so much I couldn't bare to lose a single moment of it.