It was dark when I woke up. I looked up to where the clock ought to have been, and then realised I wasn't at home. Was I with Dennis? No, not Dennis. Oh! Rissa. Oh yes, Rissa. As soon as my head registered that, I realised that I didn't just wake up. Things were a little muddled, because I was sure I'd been dreaming... something sexy. Something naughty. I remembered, as well, what I'd been doing before I fell asleep. Yes, Rissa.

And then I figured it out. I knew why I was awake. I knew what was happening. It was that feeling again. That movement. That undulation. My God, she was at it again!

My eyes were closed, but it was too dark to see much anyway. I leaned across and put my hand on her hip, just the way I used to, and the movement stopped.

I spoke. "It's alright, Rissa. I was just making sure you knew I was here. You don't need to stop. I like it."

Nothing moved. My mind registered something else, and slowly figured out what it was. That hip. That skin. That wasn't Rissa!

I opened my eyes and looked properly. I couldn't see terribly well in the gloom, but that certainly wasn't Rissa. It wasn't a woman. It wasn't Dennis either. It was Max.

I jumped, and gasped. I sat and looked across. Max and Rissa were lying there, on their sides, facing away from me. Needless to say, Max was behind her. They both turned their heads, still saying nothing, and looked at me.

I didn't say anything either. Suddenly being naked was important, and I covered my breasts. I stared.

They both lay there, motionless, waiting.

I just watched.

Eventually Max spoke quietly and calmly. "Sorry Jamie. I didn't mean to frighten you. I didn't mean any harm. One word from you and I'll leave."

"No, Max, it's your bed, for God's sake. I'll go."

Rissa spoke then. Just as quietly and calmly as Max. "No, Jamie, please don't. Look, I know it's strange, and I meant to talk to you about it first, but... would you stay?"

"Stay?"

"Yeah. It's... Max honey, let me go for a minute?" he pushed back a little. Bumped into my hip. Rissa grunted, and turned to me. "It's a thing. A fantasy. We've both wanted to do it with you here. For a long time."

"You... but... so last night, that was just..."

"No, no. It's different. That was something I knew you wanted to do. This... I'm not so sure."

"You're not the only fucking one. I'm naked in bed with your husband."

Rissa paused, and then spoke again. "I know. I know, Jamie. Could I try to explain, before you run off?"

"Might as well, Rissa. I'm naked, and sure as fuckin' hell awake."

"Look, ever since the beginning, we've both known that you were usually awake, across the room. You were touching yourself and listening to us. Maybe that was a bit kinky, but we knew, and we liked it. Both of us. No, Max, let me talk."

"You knew?"

"Of course we did. Hell, you made enough noise. And sometimes you got there first."

"Oh, shit."

"Did you never think we might have? Hell, Jamie, given our history, how could it be otherwise?"

"You told him?"

"I'm not saying I wouldn't have, but I didn't need to. Like I said, we could hear you."

"Okay, so... alright, well I admit, I really liked it. So there. But that's not climbing into bed with you both."

"You could have. I just never figured out a way to tell you."

"Fuck!"

She whispered. "Yes... if you wanted to. Yes."

"Oh, God."

"Look, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry, Jamie."

"No, hold on. The least you can do is let me get this straight. I'm not always at my best at... what the fuck time is it anyway? And I don't have my Goddam panties on."

"It's about three AM, Jamie." That was Max.

Then Clarissa. "Isn't it always, Jamie?"

"Yeah, isn't it. So... what... Shit, where's Dennis? I don't want him to know about this."

Max again. "He doesn't. He won't."

"What did you do, drug him?"

"Better. Sent him home."

"Huh?"

"He woke up. I told him you'd got pissed with him for being so drunk, and that you'd caught a cab home. He grabbed his stuff and left."

"Oh, God."

Rissa spoke then. "Look, I thought maybe you'd want to. If not, let's just call it quits."

"You expected me to want to be in bed with you and your husband? While you fuck?"

She sighed. "Yes. Sounds stupid now you say it like that."

"Was I supposed to help out, or what?"

"We didn't think that through. Ahh... either way."

"Max, you really knew what I was doing?"

"I did. Sorry, Jamie. Maybe I should have said something."

"You liked it?"

"Yeah. What can I say? I'm a pervert. I thought you knew, and were just choosing not to say."

"No."

"No, I see that now."

"I don't... it's all too quick. Hold on. Just now. You two. You were...?"

Rissa answered first. "Yes, Jamie. We were. Thanks for interrupting." I could hear the sarcasm, but barely see the smile.

"That's a joke, right?"

"The thanks part, yes. Not the sex part. That was for real."

"Got it. God. I should go."

"I wish you wouldn't. If you stay, we can just talk, if you want."

"No. Look, Max has a hard-on. He doesn't want to talk."

"Just now I'm happy to talk. Erections generally prefer a more positive atmosphere."

"Sorry Max. I just need to understand. How long have you been planning this?"

Rissa put her hand over Max's mouth. "No, honey, be quiet." She turned to me. "Look, it's not some big plan. It just came up one night while we were... talking."

"Oh, talking like you were when I woke up?"

"More or less, yes."

Max grinned. "But she was on top."

"I was."

"I see. Can I tell you guys something?"

They both spoke at once. "Sure."

"I'm intrigued. I'm naked too, but intrigued. I've always wondered what it would be like. Rissa, if you'd sat me down and explained it, when I was between men, I'd probably have said yes."

"You would?"

"Yeah. But now you've shanghaied me into it instead. That's not nice."

"Oh, God, Jamie, we never intended any trouble. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah. Forgiven. Could you do something for me now?"

"You want a lift home?"

"No. I want you to carry on with what you were doing before I woke up."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're going to stay?"

"Uh huh. I figure I can't be any kinkier than the two of you, so why be embarrassed. Turn around, Rissa. Your husband has needs." Completely ignoring my instructions Rissa jumped over her naked husband and hugged me. Then it was Max's turn. "I thought, Mr Jones, that erections weren't comfortable in this environment?"

"That was then, this is now."

"You recover quickly."

"So do you, Jamie."

"Shhh... You're not supposed to know."

"I'll never tell."

"Wife. Attend your wife."

They both looked at me again, said nothing, then lay down the way they were before. Max was pushed up against me again, his ass pressed against my thighs. He was taller than me, so my face was against his upper back. Rissa was in front of him, facing away. I couldn't see too much, so I popped my head up to check. She was busy manoeuvring herself, tipping her body forward a little so Max could find the right spot. He didn't have any problem, and she slid herself gently down over him, and then pressed her body back against his.

I lay down again, pushed my ass out just a little to give me room, lifted one leg, and slid my hand down to the sopping patch between my thighs. I rested my leg on Max's leg. My hand brushed against his ass, and he knew exactly what I was doing. He sighed, like he so often had from across the room, and thrust inside his lovely wife. She pushed against him, and I could feel that too, though not in such a direct way.

The three of us started to move. It was strange, but in the nicest way. My hand would be gently crushed against my clit as Max pulled back from Rissa, and I would slide the back of my hand along the cleft of his buttocks on the opposite stroke.

I don't know if you've ever listened to the end of The William Tell Overture. It's not the sort of thing I generally like, but one time I was with a guy who played it while we cavorted on his bed, and this was a little like then, but so much nicer. Fast, big movements for a while, building to something, and then overtaken by a gentle calm piece where everything is retained but somehow a little more is added. Then build almost to a crescendo again... and fall to something maintainable for a bit longer.

It meant that the sensations went on and on. The feelings intensified, but never quite enough.

I could feel Max flexing as he slid in and out of Rissa. I could hear her sighs from beside him. It was everything I always thought it would be. It was more than that. And it went on and on.

More than once I thought I was past the point of no return, but something held me back.

That is, until Rissa let out a long, drawn out groan, and asked if she was the only one who was going to come right then. She wasn't. Max thrust inside her, and called out really loudly as he exploded within her clamped legs. They both shuddered, and my fingers were only able to slide up and over my clit once more before I joined them. I pressed up close behind Max, eager to feel the orgasm I'd heard so many times before.

One of the nicest things was that I didn't need to keep quiet. It wasn't as though there was any doubt as to exactly what I was doing. I screamed. Loudly.

I rocked helplessly for a while, my body taking no notice of my instructions. Slowly the three of us calmed down, and I lay there for a little longer, just listening to the sounds, smelling the scent of raw sex, and feeling the touch of him in front of me.

We were relaxed, calm, and warm, but I guess no one was remotely sleepy. We talked. I couldn't see anyone for a start, so we convinced Max that he should lie on his back, and he tucked one arm under each of us, and pulled us close.

I confessed that I'd played this scene over in my mind many times in the past, but that it was never quite as exciting as this had been. Rissa said she'd been tempted so many times previously to ask me to join them but always chickened out. She was regretting that. Max wasn't saying too much.

After a while I leaned over and whispered in his ear. Not too quietly though. Rissa would still hear me. "Umm... Max?"

"Yes, Jamie?"

"I have... a confession."

"Oh, you do, do you? You mean aside from masturbating in my bed?"

"Yes. Aside from that."

"Well then, you want to tell?"

"Maaaaaybe."

"Well, suit yourself."

"Oh, alright. But listen, you have to promise not to get angry."

"I do, do I?"

"You do. I'm helpless here, Max. No promise, no talk."

He looked at Rissa, turned to me, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and grinned. "I promise."

"You cross your heart?"

"I'll cross your butt with the palm of my hand in a minute." He was still smiling.

"Well, seeing as you insist."

"I do. Firmly."

"I can see that now. I'm terrified."

"It's about last night."

Rissa looked over, pretending to be startled. "Oh, Jamie, no!"

"I have to."

"She has to."

"Well, if you have to."

"I do."

"She does."

Rissa and I spoke at once. "Shush, Max."

He grinned again, Rissa kissed him, and I carried on. "Well, last night..."

"We know that bit."

"Yeah, but anyway, you had a little too much to drink."

"Not so much as you think."

"You know, if you're going to keep interrupting, I'm not going to tell you."

"I'll be good."

"Oh, don't go that far. Anyway, so after you went to sleep, Rissa and I took a shower."

From here it was a tag team. Rissa spoke. "Together."

And then me. "Just the two of us."

"Yeah. Together."

"Guess..." I kissed him again. "... what happened in the shower?"

"Oh, God." That was Max.

"No," Rissa interrupted. "Just Jamie and I."

"Well?" I prompted.

"Oh, fuck, I have no idea. Tell me."

I leaned in closer, my lips right against his ear. "Nothing."

"What?"

"Nothing, Max. We just... flirted, Rissa?"

"Flirted. Yep."

Max was looking from one of us to the other, but said nothing.

"Yeah," I continued. It was after the shower that we made love."

"Not long after."

"Nope."

"Just here," Rissa added.

"Just the two of us."

Rissa paused and a smile broke across her face. "Just the way you wanted us to, honey."

For some reason at the point I felt absurdly bold, and surprised myself by leaning into Max a little more, and sliding my hand down the front of his body, over his chest, down across his flat stomach, down to his pubic hair. In the midst of the wiry thatch I found what I was looking for. He was rock solid again. I looked at Rissa, then back at Max.

"I'm not at all sure about some things, Max, but I've finally realised I've been on hold ever since Kevin. You've been trying to tell me, and I've not been listening. Thanks for that."

"You are most welcome, Jamie. You are very special to both of us."

"Good. So, umm... I'm moving on. Maybe I'll have to change other things too, but I'm far too horny to work out the details now. The thing is, with Rissa's permission, I'd like to give you a gift."

"Mmhmm?"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Pretty much."

"Rissa?"

"I know he wants to, Jamie. He's always wanted to."

"Yeah, but is it alright with you?"

"So long as I can lie here beside you Jamie, of course it is."

"You're sure?"

"Uh huh. You're not the only one who's horny, you know. Get on with it before I change my mind."

I turned back to Max, his cock in my hand. "Well, stud?"

"Mmhmm."

"You said that already. Listen. One time offer only. I can do this and go, or I can just go."

"Please don't go, Jamie."

"Oh, you can talk."

"Just."

"I can't. Not anymore."

I pulled myself up onto my knees, acting almost automatically. I honestly never realised how much I wanted to do this, but then so much was becoming clear to me in one day it was overwhelming.

I spun around and threw one leg over his body, wriggling him across a little towards where I was, to give Rissa a little more room. I wasn't at all self-conscious now, somehow brave and assured in my actions.

I knelt there, and looked him over. He certainly was a handsome man. His dark hair suited the somehow burnished look of his skin, and he seemed just the right size and shape, even just in front of me, where his cock stood to attention.

I couldn't help but look once more at Rissa. She nodded, one of her hands carelessly playing with a nipple. She was totally relaxed too.

I moved forward a little, my legs bent so my open thighs were almost sitting on the tops of Max's legs. I pressed up against his shaft, and felt the length of him nestle against me, his skin between my spread labia, my slipperiness dribbling over him.

His cock was hot and soft on the surface, but I could feel the hardness as well, even though he was motionless at this point. I slid slowly up and down him, my skin slippery with desire, the lower side of his cock coated and ready.

I knew he was watching me, but I closed my eyes and took no notice for a while. Just slid up and down, flexing my knees with each move, feeling the strain, loving the touch.

I could smell him now. That recently fucked odour. The familiar musk of Rissa with a masculine overlay. Mixed with that was my own smell. Somehow the combination was gorgeous. Maybe that was the attraction. That these three smells needed to be combined.

I loved the idea that Rissa had just recently had this cock inside her. I could never have sneaked around with Max, but this was somehow at least a little innocent. I laughed at that thought. Here I was crouched over my best friend's husband. She was beside me, doubtless rubbing herself one way or another, and I thought it was innocent.

My movements had become more overt. Lifting higher. With deliberation, I straightened my knees a little more, lifted myself just enough that Max was poised at my entrance. It was the moment of truth, and I stopped, opened my eyes, and looked straight at him. He was staring back at me, wanting this as much as I did. I looked over at Clarissa, and she had her legs parted. Both hands were between them. She moved slowly, and looked at me, a sparkle in her eyes.

I leaned forward, tipped my body, and very, very slowly pushed myself against the head of his penis. He was bigger than I thought, and a gasp escaped me as he entered me. I stopped again before slowly pressing, bending, spreading, and filling myself with him.

I didn't stop when he was as far in me as he could manage. I didn't want to wait anymore, and I lifted myself again, letting him fall from me, watching his cock reappear. Just as I was ready to press down on him again he took the initiative, and lifted his hips beneath me, sliding firmly in again.

The tone was set. The rhythm started. The fucking commenced.

We moved nicely together, faster, more emphatically. We strained. We sweated. Once again, Rissa beat the two of us, and that was a shock. Somehow we had almost forgotten she was there until she came, legs clamped over her hands, short breaths, legs bent until her feet almost touched her ass.

That was it for me, and I touched Max off too. I leaned down and kissed his chest before pulling my body upright again and just letting the orgasm rip through me. I shuddered and shook, and struggled to breath. Max never took his eyes off me, even when his hips thrust hard against me and he filled me, pumping and convulsing as though he hadn't come in weeks, rather than the couple of hours it had really been.

When my body stopped shaking, and Max stopped pumping inside me, I lay down on him again, every movement both wonderful and agonising. We lay there, with him inside me, until he started to soften, and I was able to slide off him and a little further up his body, where I could kiss Max the way he deserved.

I talked between kisses.

"I thought, when we started, that this felt at least a little innocent. That somehow we were doing something that wasn't complex or dangerous. I felt like we deserved it. Maybe we did. But it wasn't innocent, and it wasn't accidental. It was fucking wonderful though. Thank you very much. For this, and for the rest of it."

I stood up from the bed, ran off to the bathroom without another word, showered, dressed, and left the house.

I got rid of Dennis, moved to another apartment, resumed actually studying, and passed my courses with good grades.

I found gainful employment, and a man worth having. I told him all about Rissa and Max, and then he wanted to know about the Cherry-Popper, so I told him about that as well. He found gainful employment too. He cancelled his planned trip overseas, moved in with me, and made both of us exceedingly happy.

I'm getting married tomorrow. Rissa, needless to say, is my Maid of Honour. My father died last year, so I've asked Max to give me away to Michael. The four of us find that humorous. We don't care what anyone else thinks.

No, Max and Rissa are not coming on the honeymoon, though we haven't ruled out the chance of some kinkiness later on. Mike's not exactly shy...