THE OTHER WOMAN
By Gato Medio
May 2004

The woman was lying in bed, awake but with her eyes
closed. She was still in a state of shock; it felt like
she had been anesthetized and the numbing effect of the
drug was still lingering, wearing off very slowly. Her
hand moved to the left side of the bed, the place where
she might feel the man's body, resting. But she didn't
really expect him to be there. She wasn't surprised when
her hand only found the crumpled bed sheet.

The woman opened her eyes. The empty pillow still showed
the depression where the man's head had rested. The bed
sheets were in a disorderly tangle after their passionate
love bout that had lasted into the small hours of the
morning. Her face brightened as she remembered how he had
made love to her. It seemed that the man had been eager
to prove to her that he continued to love her, and she
had been trying to please him as much as possible in a
vain hope that he might abandon his crazy plan.

The top of the night table was empty. It was true then.
He had taken all his belongings, the small things which
had found a permanent home in her bedroom for the last
three years. He would be back in the evening to get her
response to his proposal.

The evening before, the man had dropped a bombshell. He
had told her there was another woman. He had slept with
that woman, only once, but that one time had been enough
for him to know that he wanted to have a permanent
relationship with her. He didn't want to have any
secrets. He didn't want to hide his passion for another
woman from her, living in fear that she might eventually
find out, become suspicious, be told by other people.

He declared that he still loved and desired her, that his
feelings for her had not changed one little bit. It
wasn't a case of leaving her for someone else. That was a
solution for narrow minds. Creative people like him came
up with bold, unconventional solutions. He wanted to live
with two women, both of whom he loved with equal fervor,
both of whom loved him enough to agree to share him with
each other. And he would be the happiest man on earth if
the two would become friends rather than compete for his
exclusive love.

That had been his proposal. He wanted her to agree to a
_menage a trois_ without having met the other woman or even
knowing her name. Names were irrelevant at this stage, he
had said. She had all day to think about it. In the
evening he would return to hear what she had decided.
Then he would either take her to meet the other woman or
leave her forever.

The other woman had already agreed to his proposal. For
her, the decision was much easier. She had met him only
recently and knew from the beginning that he had an
ongoing relationship which he did not intend to
terminate. She knew he wouldn't be hers alone.

The other woman was a model and actress. She had met the
man when he was looking for an attractive female to
appear in a commercial. His agency, 'Creative Marketing
Inc.', employed around twenty permanent staff, all of
whom were living off his ideas. Right now, they were
shooting a TV commercial which showed a woman taking a
shower. The clip wouldn't show any intimate details - he
didn't want to get into trouble with the advertising
standards authority. But to create the realistic image of
a woman having a shower, it was best if the actress was
in fact naked, at least from the waist up.

The other woman hadn't hesitated for a moment. She had
shed all her clothes and behaved quite natural throughout
the shooting. It was this natural behavior which had
attracted him to her. For her it was a normal part of her
job. Afterwards he had invited her for dinner. She
accepted, just as she accepted his suggestion to have
another drink in his apartment. He was the man in charge,
so it was only natural that she would do whatever
necessary to please him.

The woman tried to imagine the two in bed. The man hadn't
gone into any details. He just told her that they had
spent the night together, and as a result of that one
night he had decided he wanted to have her permanently on
his side, along with his first woman, whom he also loved.

He had already found a suitable place for them to live. A
house in a new development where each woman would have
her own suite, and there would be his 'master' bedroom,
the largest in the house. There would be a bed large
enough for three people to make love, or sleep, if that's
what they wanted to do, and a Jacuzzi of a suitable size
on the sheltered veranda.

He had painted a picture of three people dedicating their
lives to the pleasures they derived from each other. This
life was hers for the taking. All she had to do was say
yes. Their financial situation was secure. There was
enough money, even if he never sold another commercial
for the rest of his life. He would make sure that both
his women were provided for, come what may.

The woman remembered that he had often called her
attitude towards sex conservative. She wasn't opposed to
sex; most of the time she enjoyed it when the man made
love to her. But there were certain things she didn't
feel comfortable with, that she only agreed to after a
lot of cajoling. Had the other woman sucked his cock? Had
she let him come in her mouth?

It seemed quite possible, considering how she had
accepted going to bed with the Creative Director as a
natural step in the process of landing a contract. Had
she let him fuck her ass? The woman abhorred those crude
words, but 'fuck' and 'ass' seemed the only appropriate
words to talk about such an unnatural an barbarian
practice. She had so far resisted all attempts by the man
to soften her resistance to it.

But if the other woman had let him do it, then she had a
huge advantage over her. If she agreed to live with the
two, wouldn't he expect her to show the same dedication
and willingness to satisfy his desires? Was her resolve
so strong that she preferred to lose him altogether
rather than let him penetrate her rear? And what did he
mean when he talked about the two women becoming friends?
Was he suggesting that she should make love to the other
woman? That she behave like a lesbian?

She had until the evening to decide. Enough time to
visualize the life and love under the new circumstances.

She imagined herself, kneeling in front of the man,
sucking his cock, swallowing his sperm. She saw herself
belly-down on the bed and the man pushing his cock into
her rear, the hands of another woman spreading her
cheeks, guiding the hard rod into her hole.

Finally, she visualized herself on a huge bed with
another naked woman, embracing, kissing, caressing each
other. She saw the hand of the other woman fondling her
breasts, touching her pussy. She imagined what it would
feel like to touch another woman, to be touched by her.

The dull pain, the fear of losing him, had given way to
apprehension, the uncertainty of what life as part of a
threesome would be like. She realized that the scenes
which passed before her mind's eye only served to help
her accept the inevitable.

The decision was already made. She couldn't contemplate
losing him. She would swallow her pride, accept her fate.
She would be ready for him when he came to get her
answer. The response would be in her eyes, her face, her
dress, her posture. There wouldn't be any need to say
anything.

The woman thought about how he had frequently commented
on her lack of really sexy clothes, her reluctance to let
him and other men catch a glimpse of her feminine beauty.
She put it down to her job. Working for a firm of estate
agents, the emphasis was on a sober, respectable
appearance. Being young meant lacking experience and
clients preferred to deal with mature, knowledgeable
professionals rather than attractive but inexperienced
newcomers. She had found a way of dressing that made her
appear older than she really was and somehow this style
had carried over to the clothes she wore in her free
time.

But it wasn't only because of her job. She couldn't
understand those women who seemed to invite men to leer
down their cleavage or peek up their skirt, to drool as
they undressed them with their eyes. She considered that
kind of revealing attire vulgar, but he called it
seductive. She found the thought of advertising the
physical qualities of her body disgusting. It made her
feel like being put on display for inspection by
potential buyers.

This would have to change. She was going to fight. Not
for his exclusive attention, but she would make it
difficult for him to chose the other woman when it came
to the question with whom he would spend the night.

It seemed that she had just discovered another part of
her personality which had been hidden so far. She
pictured it as a small side cave, the entrance to which
had been blocked by a massive boulder. The man's
revelation, his forcing her to make a decision, had
caused that boulder to shift and the side cave had become
accessible. It was still difficult to get in there, but
it was possible. In this side cave she found another
woman, one who was proud to display the beauty nature had
bestowed upon her, one who was eager to use every part of
her body to give and experience pleasure.

                         -----

The decision was made. It was time to get out of her
stupor. She opened the doors of her wardrobe to see what
she could wear. There were a few dresses she had bought
on the man's suggestion, but never worn because she
considered them too revealing. She tried them on, one by
one. She looked at herself in the mirror. She admitted
that she looked quite sexy in these dresses, but not sexy
enough for her purpose. She didn't just want to be
seductive, she wanted to be devastating. She rummaged
through the drawers where she kept her underwear. There
was nothing that would fit her new image.

The woman put on one of her sexiest dresses, not
bothering with any underwear, and went shopping. She
bought low cut dresses, see-through blouses, miniskirts
which barely covered her bottom, lacy, miniscule panties,
even a few bras although she knew that the man preferred
her to go without bra.

Her next stop was the beauty parlor. She decided to go
for the full works: new haircut, manicure, pedicure,
followed by a Brazilian waxing. She asked the hairdresser
for a new, exciting cut and he obliged. She looked in the
mirror and found herself irresistible. The attendant
doing the waxing barley managed to hide her surprise when
she simply took off her dress and sat down on the
reclining chair, in full view of the other customers and
staff.

When she left the beauty parlor, the newly waxed skin
around her pussy felt extremely sensitive. She decided to
go for a walk to see if the sensation would wear off, or
if not, to get used to it. She turned into a side street
and then another one without paying much attention to
where she was going.

After a while she found herself in a part of town she
hadn't been to before. It looked a little run-down; most
of the houses could do with a fresh coat of paint, some
looked like they needed a general overhaul. There was a
flat-roofed, bungalow-style building which announced in
large neon letters 'Massages - Invigorating - Relaxing'.

Dark, heavy curtains in the windows kept passers-by from
looking inside. There was a glass-covered display box
containing a few wilted newspaper cuttings where the name
of the establishment had been highlighted and extracts
from letters in which satisfied customers praised the
service they had received. The logo of the establishment
was the silhouette of the upper body of a naked woman.
The woman decided to go inside.

As she entered the building she came face to face - or
rather face to muscular chest - with a mountain of a man.

"Can I help you, Ma'am?"

The way he articulated the question sounded like helping
her was the last thing on his mind. And his presence,
just inches from her face, seemed to be intended to stop
her from intruding any further into the inner sanctum of
the massage parlor.

The hunk looked like a competitor for the title of Mister
Universe, and like these competitors he wore a tight pair
of swimming trunks and nothing else. The trunks looked
tiny on his massive body and gave a good idea of the size
and position of his penis.

The woman had only a limited view of the establishment.
She was standing in a small reception area from which a
corridor was leading to a number of cubicles. These
cubicles were divided from each other with plastic
curtains and seemed to contain a bed and not much else.

"I would like a massage".

She found she was stating the obvious. What else could
people want who came into a place advertising 'Massages -
Invigorating - Relaxing'?

"Invigorating or relaxing?"

"What's the difference?"

The hunk seemed to be taken aback by the question. Was
there really anybody so ignorant that they didn't know
the difference? He tried to come up with an explanation
that even a fool would understand, but he couldn't find
one.

"Well, I take care of 'Invigorating' and my colleague,"
he pointed to a girl, barely 18 years old, sitting on a
chair in the far corner of the room, filing her nails
with great attention to detail. "My colleague does
'Relaxing'.

"I'll have both," the woman said, "let's start with
'Invigorating'." She let her dress drop to the floor,
displaying her tits and her freshly-waxed pussy.

The hunk looked horrified. He actually blushed!

"Sorry Ma'am, I don't do women."

The woman ignored his refusal and placed herself belly
down on the massage bed.

"I think you'll find that women aren't that different
from men," she said. "They're part of the same species."

                         -----

The hunk's hands were strong and firm as they massaged
every part of her body. This wasn't just invigorating,
this was highly arousing! The woman couldn't remember
having ever felt this excited. Her pussy was soaking wet
but she made no attempt at holding back or at hiding her
excitement. 'Doing' a woman was not without effect on the
muscle-man either. She could watch his cock grow and get
rock hard as he massaged her front. There was a real
danger that it would burst out of its tight prison.

                         -----

"Would you like any specials, Ma'am?"

After recovering a little from the 'invigorating'
massage, the woman had moved to the massage bed on the
far end of the room and the girl had drawn the curtain
around the bed to give them a certain amount of privacy.
It took the woman some time to figure out what 'specials'
might be.

"What specials are you offering?" she asked, smiling at
the girl.

Maybe it was this smile, maybe it was the fact that she
had walked in there already stark naked without much
ceremony that made the girl hesitate - something which
didn't happen very often.

"My male customers often ask me to take off my top," she
stammered.

"Just the top?"

"Well, I can undress completely, but that costs extra."

"I would like that very much."

The girl pulled her top over her head, revealing a pair
of youthful bouncing tits. Then she took off her skirt
and pushed down her panties. The girl's pussy was covered
with a neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. It
looked fully dressed compared with the nakedness of the
woman's almost hairless sex.

"What other specials do you offer your male customers?"

"I offer relaxation, either manual or oral."

"Relaxation? You mean you masturbate them or perform
cunnilingus?"

"It's called relaxation, or sometimes relief."

"Alright. Oral relaxation, please."

It amused her to think how quickly she got used to the
terminology of this world she had never visited before.

The girl seemed uneasy.

"I've never done a woman before."

"I'm sure you'll know instinctively what to do."

The woman lay back in anticipation of the things to come.
She had just made the girl strip naked so that she could
feast her eyes on her young and succulent body. And she
had placed an order for 'oral relaxation' to be delivered
as part of her 'relaxing' massage. She had never felt
this free in her whole life.

The girl's hands worked wonders on the woman's body. Her
young tits bounced and jiggled as she applied a fragrant
oil to the woman's skin, massaging her neck and
shoulders, her back, her bottom, her thighs. As she
turned the woman around to massage her front, she noticed
that the woman was highly aroused; her nipples were hard
as pebbles, her pussy was gushing juices, adding the
musky scent of a woman on heat to the other smells
permeating the air.

"They're hard," she said as she touched the woman's
nipples very gently with her fingers. It was stating the
obvious.

"Kiss them, please. Suck them," the woman begged like a
starving man asking for food.

The girl lowered her mouth onto one breast. But she did
not kiss, nor did she suck. She used her tongue like a
whip. She lashed the stiff, highly sensitive morsel
repeatedly. The woman arched her back to bring her breast
closer to the attacking mouth. Every time the girl's
tongue made contact with the woman's sensitive nipples,
the thousands of nerve ends in the swollen flesh sent
urgent messages of pure pleasure to her pussy, which
passed them on to her brain: 'requesting permission to
climax'. The brain's response came straight back:
'permission granted'.

"Aaah!" she moaned, "Aaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!".

Her whole body shook as she came to an earth-shattering
orgasm.

The girl treated the other nipple to the same tongue-
lashing and the woman reacted just as enthusiastically.
Then, wanting to cool things down a little, the girl
returned to her 'normal' massage, applying the fragrant
oil to the woman's upper body, working gradually down do
her abdomen, paying special attention to the woman's full
breasts.

The woman made no secret of how much she enjoyed the
treatment she received. She moaned and writhed on the
narrow bed.

The girl's mouth came back into action when her focus
moved down, between the woman's thighs. By now, the woman
had lost any remaining self-restraint. She was completely
out of control. She had never imagined that she was
capable of experiencing so may orgasms in a row. If an 18-
year-old on her first attempt could give her so much
pleasure, what would a mature, experienced woman do to
her? She would definitely try to persuade the other woman
to eat her pussy as soon as the opportunity arose.

The girl licked the woman's pussy, at first a little
timid, but growing more confident by the minute. Spurred
on by the woman's shouts of appreciation, she turned up
the intensity and brought the woman's series of orgasms
to a crashing crescendo.

The curtain around the bed could keep prying eyes from
seeing what was happening in the girl's little cubicle.
But it couldn't keep people in the massage parlor from
hearing the ecstatic noises the woman had produced. They
couldn't see, but they could imagine what might have
happened behind that curtain, although most people's
imagination is not vivid enough to come even close to the
intensity of pleasure the woman had experienced.

When the woman emerged from the cubicle, still naked, to
retrieve her dress, there were two customers waiting for
a 'relaxing' massage. They looked away as if they felt
uncomfortable to have been the ear-witnesses of such a
satisfying massage.

The woman paid the girl for all the specials and gave her
a generous tip. The girl handed her her card. "Next time
you need a relaxation, call me before you come. I'll
prepare something extra special for you."

                         -----

Back at her apartment, the woman undressed and looked at
herself in the large mirror in her bedroom. She realized
how beautiful she was. As she smiled her winning smile,
little dimples formed on her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled.
Her firm breasts were beautiful: not too large, not too
small. Her perky nipples were pointing slightly upwards.
Her bottom was firm and well shaped. And her pussy! Was
there a man in this world who would be able to resist
this pussy? So vulnerable, almost completely deprived of
hair! She didn't have anything to worry about.

At this point, the woman decided that she wasn't going to
remove the evidence of the multiple orgasms she had
enjoyed. She wanted the man and the other woman to see
the encrusted juices on the bare skin of her pussy, her
lower belly, her thighs. She wanted them to smell her
sated sex, to know how fulfilling the day had been for
her already. And, if things went according to plan, her
pussy would soon be soaking in juices again - and not
only her own.

The woman spread her pussy lips in front of the mirror
and looked at her gaping love hole. She pushed a finger
inside, then put it into her mouth and licked it. What an
exquisite taste! She couldn't decide whether it was sweet
or salty, it was simply delicious. It was the first time
she savored the taste of her own pussy - or any pussy for
that matter. That was going to change. 'How strange,' she
thought. She had never been curious enough to find out
what her pussy tasted like.

Watching herself in the mirror as she licked her own
juices from her finger aroused her. She felt tempted to
masturbate in front of the mirror, to make love to that
sexy creature which was reflected in the glass, but she
decided to deny herself that pleasure. She still had to
decide which outfit she was going to wear.

The woman tried on all the clothes she had bought, with
and without underwear. She tried a number of combinations
to achieve the desired effect. She wanted to surprise the
man with her new look without going over the top, without
using all her powder on the first shot.

In the end she opted for a low cut mini dress which she
could wear without a bra. The dress was so short that her
bottom, even her pussy, were revealed when she bent down.

She decided to put on a pair of tiny white panties. She
liked that outfit also for practical reasons. She only
needed to undo one button in the back of her neck and the
dress would slide off her body. But her pussy would still
be covered by the tiny panties, allowing her to achieve
another surprise effect when she'd take them off.

She put on make-up - not too much, but enough to be
noticed - and prepared a small suitcase with all her new
clothes and a few other things she might need. Then she
waited for the doorbell to ring.

                         -----

The man hoped that the woman would accept his proposal.
But he expected that it would be a reluctant agreement,
motivated by the desire to keep him, even if she had to
share him with another woman. He expected that it would
take some time and a lot of patience for her to fully
accept her new role as one of two women in his life, in
his bed.

He couldn't believe his eyes when she answered the door,
wearing the sexiest outfit he had ever seen her in. She
had changed her hair cut, put on make-up and wore an
exciting perfume. This was a different woman from the one
he had left behind this morning. She embraced him and
gave him a passionate kiss.

"Thanks for not dropping me for another woman."

"You look so sexy, I feel like making love to you right
here in the hallway".

He held her in a tight embrace, her breasts squashed
against his chest. They could both feel her nipples
harden.

"That would be cheating," she said. "Let's go and meet
the other woman." She picked up the case she had already
put into the entrance hall.

                         -----

The other woman had been sitting on the sofa, watching
television, when they arrived. She looked very
attractive. Her tight pullover and pants hugged her
figure and showed off her curves to best effect. Looking
attractive and well-groomed was part of her job. Nobody
would want to hire a model which didn't look after
herself. But compared with the new-found identity of the
woman, her appearance was merely pedestrian.

There was surprise on the other woman's face as she got
up to meet them. The woman she saw in front of her looked
nothing like the one she had been expecting.

The woman hugged the other woman and gave her a
passionate kiss on the mouth. "Thanks for sharing him
with me," she said as she squeezed her hands underneath
the tight pullover. She pulled it over the other woman's
head. The other woman wore a bra which pushed her ample
breasts up and produced a deep valley between those firm
globes. The woman's tongue slid into this valley, licking
both globes as her hands unfastened the bra and freed the
beautiful mounds of flesh. Her hands, having dropped the
bra to the floor, cradled the breasts, pushed them up so
that the nipples were close to the woman's eager mouth.
The woman kissed the breasts, sucked the nipples into her
mouth, one at a time, before she knelt down to take off
the other woman's shoes.

Still kneeling, the woman helped the other woman out of
her tight jeans and her panties. She kissed the other
woman's sex as her hands slowly pushed the panties down
to her ankles. Then she got up and pressed her body
against that of the other woman in a tight embrace.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered into her ear.
She lead the other woman by the hand to the bedroom and
made her lie down on the large bed. She kicked off her
sandals and then, making sure that both the man and the
other woman were watching, she undid the single button
which was holding her dress in place.

The man had watched the woman in amazement ever since
they had arrived in the apartment. He hadn't thought he
would ever see her seduce and undress another woman. He
couldn't believe his eyes when her dress dropped to the
floor, leaving the woman naked except for a pair of
miniscule panties. His sense of disbelief grew even more
when he saw her push down those panties to reveal her
almost hair-less pussy. He had not felt this excited
since the start of their relationship.

The woman pushed the other woman's legs apart and bent
over her pussy. Turning around to the man she said,
"Would you like to fuck my ass while I eat this delicious
pussy?"

The man had been watching, stunned. He was glued to the
spot, almost in a state of paralysis. Hearing the woman's
invitation, he scrambled into action. He fumbled his way
out of his clothes, entangling himself in trouser legs
and shirt sleeves, eager to undress as quickly as
possible. He rummaged through drawers to find the
lubricant he had bought some time ago but never used.
Having found it, he greased his cock and applied some of
the jelly to the woman's ass. He felt her body shudder as
he pushed his cock into her tight rear.

The woman's ass hurt as the man shoved his cock inside
her. But this did not matter. What mattered was that he
had chosen her for his first fuck in their love triangle.
This victory was worth a lot more than the discomfort in
her rear which was filled to bursting with his cock. It
was to be expected that the first time wouldn't be very
pleasant. She wondered whether the expression 'a pain in
the ass' had anything to do with anal sex. With time she
would get used to it. She would learn to relax, to enjoy
having her rear stretched by his pounding cock.

In the meantime she just enjoyed the thrill of her
victory and the effect her mouth had on the other woman.
She had no experience in eating pussy, but she remembered
what it had felt like when the girl had licked her,
earlier that day. The other woman seemed to appreciate
her first-ever attempt. She reacted to every little
stimulation of the tongue moving up and down her pussy
lips, darting inside her love hole, the lips searching
out and imprisoning her clitoris. She produced copious
amounts of fluid and didn't hold back when her orgasm
took control.

The woman herself felt her excitement rise, listening to
the sounds of pleasure the other woman produced. Her
pussy got wet but she didn't reach an orgasm, not even
when she felt the cock in her ass pulsate and spurt jets
of hot cum into her tight passage. The sensation was just
too uncomfortable to allow her to relax completely and
abandon herself to lust. She continued to pleasure the
other woman, taking her from one orgasm to the next, on a
steady climb to seventh heaven.

The man withdrew his softening cock from the woman's ass
and went to clean himself. He returned to watch the two
women - his two women - on the bed. He could see the
woman's head buried between the other woman's thighs. Her
ass was sticking up in the air, just as it had been when
he fucked her. The hole was still red, looking slightly
bruised from the penetration. He could see his cum
trickle down between her ass cheeks. The sight of the
woman eating the other woman's pussy, the noises the two
produced, the freshly fucked ass right before his eyes
excited him so much that his cook was soon hard again.

When the man was ready to re-join the action, the woman
rolled to the side so that he could fuck the other woman.

The man, too, had considered it logical that now would be
the other woman's turn to have his cock buried inside
her. He looked at her, her pussy moist from the multiple
orgasms she had experienced as a result of the woman's
efforts. Then he looked at the woman who was reclining on
the bed. This was his first chance to get a good look at
her new, almost hairless pussy. He couldn't tear his eyes
away from her; she seemed a new, hitherto unknown woman
to him. He couldn't resist the fascination of this new
woman, whose pussy was sporting a Mohican haircut. He
pounced on her and entered her in one forceful stroke.

The other woman watched the man fuck the woman. The sight
of his cock thrusting deep inside the woman's cunt made
her wish that it was her lying under the man. She felt a
little disappointed that the man hadn't chosen to fuck
her. For a while it seemed that this was going to happen,
and then something made him change his mind. But she had
no reason to complain. She had already experienced a
multitude of orgasms from the woman's mouth. Considering
that those two had known each other for some time, it was
understandable that he would give some special attention
to her on their first night as a love triangle. After
all, she herself had only spent one single night with the
man.

But something puzzled the other woman. Hadn't the man
told her that the woman would probably be very reluctant
to agree to this unusual arrangement? There hadn't been
any sign of hesitation on the woman's part. This woman
didn't match the picture the man had painted of her. He
had described her as attractive but reluctant to display
her charms. Concerning her attitude to sex, he had said
that she was willing but a little dull. If this was dull,
in the man's opinion, then what would exciting be like?

                         -----

When the man came home from work the following day, the
woman greeted him in the entrance hall, kissing him
tenderly. She was wearing a black fishnet dress and
nothing underneath. The man's eyes lit up as he looked at
her. 'This dress is a fraud,' he thought. It was a
pretence of being dressed when in fact she was naked. But
it was a very well executed fraud. It left the woman
looking much more seductive than if she had been naked.

The woman lead the man to the bedroom, where the other
woman was lying naked on one side of the large bed. She
was blindfolded and her arms and legs were tied to the
bedposts. The woman had left the other half of the bed
free in case the man wanted to tie her up as well and
then take turns in teasing and fucking his helpless
victims. The man looked at the woman.

"Did you tie her up?"

The woman nodded and started to unbutton the man's shirt.

"Did she agree to this?"

The woman didn't need to answer. The other woman herself
confirmed that it had been her own wish to be tied up and
blindfolded.

"We both thought it would turn you on to see her so
completely at your mercy, unable to resist whatever you
chose to do to her.

The sight of the restrained, naked woman did indeed turn
him on. He could feel his cock harden as the woman
continued to undress him. But then he looked at the woman
in her fishnet dress. It didn't take him long to make up
his mind. He threw her onto the free half of the bed and
entered her without giving her a chance to take off her
dress. His hands squeezed her breasts, his mouth ravaged
her nipples through the gaps in the netting. His cock
pounded mercilessly into her pussy. He was in a frenzy.
His hands slid underneath her bottom and grabbed her
buttocks to allow him to thrust even harder into her.

After she had overcome her initial surprise at this
sudden and violent attack, the woman joined into the mood
of the occasion and encouraged the man to give it to her
rough and hard. The man's excitement soon reached the
point of no return. With a loud moan he shot his load
into the woman's pussy.

The other woman could hear what was happening. She felt
the bed rock under the man's hard thrusts, she heard the
woman beg the man to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. She
was aware of their heavy breathing, the man's ecstatic
moan and the relative silence when the two rested to
recover their normal breathing. Once again, she wondered
why the man had decided not to use and abuse her freely
available body.

Being tied up and blindfolded excited her, even though
nobody had touched her. Listening to the two making love
had raised her arousal even more. She was longing for an
orgasm, but she was too proud to beg to be fucked.

As soon as the man lifted off her, the woman straddled
the other woman so that her flooded pussy was positioned
over the other woman's mouth. "Clean me," she ordered,
"lick his cum from my cunt."

The other woman was surprised, even a little shocked by
the request. But she felt that obeying orders was part of
her submissive role and she did as she had been told. She
could not see, but she could smell the rich mixture of
fragrances produced by the man's cum and the juices
flowing from a well-fucked cunt. She had to rely on the
tactile skills of her tongue and lips as she proceeded
with the clean-up operation, slowly but thoroughly. As
she explored every fold and crevice of the pussy placed
before her, the woman rewarded her efforts with deep
moans and a rich flow of juices from her pussy.

The woman bent over the other woman's sex and paid back
every lick, every stimulation. What had started as a
gesture of domination, the order to lick the woman's
pussy clean, turned into a frenzied 69 with each woman
trying to outdo the other in the thrills they produced.

The man recovered his hardness watching the two women and
listening to the uninhibited sounds of pleasure. He
greased up his cock and shoved it into the woman's ass.
The woman gasped at the unexpected intrusion. Her pussy
ground against the other woman's face with each powerful
thrust by the man. The other woman was worried she might
suffocate as the weight of the other two pushed down on
her face, but she kept licking the woman's pussy, just as
the woman didn't stop eating hers.

After the man had filled her ass with his hot cum, the
woman untied the other woman and removed her blindfold.
Then she lay close to her, holding her in a tender
embrace, as if she wanted to comfort and protect the
other woman.

The woman had reason to feel elated. In the first two
days of the _menage a trois_, the man had fucked her and
only her. It almost seemed that he had forgotten he had
another woman, that the two women had agreed to share his
love. When the woman had agreed to share him with another
woman, it had been to avoid losing him completely. She
had changed her attitude towards sex, decided to fight
for her share of the man's attention. But now it seemed
that she had won him all for herself. The thought didn't
give her any pleasure. She thought it was unfair to the
other woman to let her go without.

The pattern repeated itself over the following days. The
man would return to find two sexy women, both eager to
please him, to win his attention, but he always fucked
the same one and ignored the other woman. It seemed that
he was only interested in one of his two women. The woman
tried to direct the man's attention to the other woman,
but it was to no avail.

At one time, the woman had arranged for the two of them
to masturbate for the enjoyment of the man. They were
kneeling side by side on the large bed, with their legs
spread, facing the man. The two women brought themselves
off repeatedly, spreading their pussy lips, fingering
themselves, playing with their clitorises. The man
watched in awe. He remembered how, in the old days, the
woman had refused to finger herself in his presence. She
had admitted that she did do it sometimes, even that she
enjoyed doing it, but she had never let him watch. Now,
she didn't just let him watch, she put on a show for him.
His excitement grew as he watched her nimble fingers
stroke her pussy lips, slip inside her slit, her thumb
rubbing her clitoris in rapid, circular movements.

The woman had arranged their little performance in the
hope that the man would realize that the other woman was
just as sexy and exciting as her. But her hopes that the
man might for once decide to fuck the other woman came to
nothing when he interrupted her play and put his cock
where her fingers had been. The other woman had to carry
on with what she had started and satisfy herself with her
fingers.

The only time the other woman got into direct contact
with the man's cock was when the woman asked her to help
her suck it back into life after it had gone soft.

In a way, the woman considered herself responsible for
this situation. Had she stuck to her conventional
attitude towards sex, she might now be the one watching
the other two from the sidelines. Her change in attitude
excited the man so much that he couldn't get enough of
her. But what could she do? She enjoyed sex like she had
never imagined possible before. She loved being the
center of the man's attention. And, after a few
uncomfortable experiences, she even enjoyed it when he
fucked her ass.

The first time that happened was in the Jacuzzi. The man
had watched the two women bring each other off by
directing the strong water jet at each other's pussy.
After a while he wanted to join in. He made the woman
bend over the rim of the circular tub and worked a piece
of soap in and out of her rear until her ass was foaming.
Then he fucked her soapy ass while the other woman kept
pointing the water jet at the woman's pussy. That water
jet, the man's roaming hands on her tits and his cock in
her ass had produced an exquisite mixture of sensations
that brought her to a very satisfying climax. From that
day on, the apprehension she had always felt when she
realized he was going to use her rear entrance
disappeared.

Occasionally, the three would go out together for a drink
or a meal. Both women would be dressed to kill and make
quite a few heads turn. The man's friends called him a
lucky bastard when they saw him in the company of these
two beautiful women. A few of them also called him a
bloody egoist when he didn't agree to their suggestion to
let them join in what they all thought would be an
exciting night.

Both women would have found the participation of another
man to form two couples very exciting, but the man
remained deaf to his friends' pleas and declared that he
wasn't in the habit of organizing orgies for other
people. He was just realizing his dream of living with
two women and if the others needed a woman they should
find their own.

The woman wasn't very happy about the man's possessive
attitude. In fact, on one of these occasions she wondered
what it would be like to live with two men. But on the
whole she had no reason to complain. Her sex life had
never been more exciting.

When the man left for work in the morning, the two women
usually remained in bed for a while and, more often than
not, they ended up making love to each other. The woman
tried to compensate for the lack of attention the other
woman received from the man and did everything to please
her. But her efforts were not purely an act of charity.
She enjoyed eating the other woman's pussy while she was
eating hers.

It was after one of these love sessions that the other
woman plucked up the courage to talk about her
dissatisfaction with the situation.

"I feel like I have been persuaded to join a team but now
I find myself watching all the matches from the
substitutes' bench without ever getting to join in.
Before this, I used to be the secret mistress of a
married man. I wasn't happy about being the 'bit on the
side', but at least I knew that I would get laid two or
three times a week. Now I've got a permanent relationship
and I haven't had a cock inside me for weeks."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about you.
You're the main reason I haven't yet packed my things and
left. What you do to my pussy is just fabulous! And I
enjoy eating yours, too. Particularly that time you tied
me down and made me lick his cum out of you. Remember?
You said 'clean me' and pushed your pussy into my face
and I thought 'who the hell does she think she is to give
me orders'. But when I did it, it was so hot, I almost
came just from licking you. Maybe we could do this again
one day?"

"You see, when I agreed to this arrangement, I had
certain expectations, but now he doesn't even seem to
know I exist. So I'm asking myself, what am I doing here.
There's got to be something more satisfying out there,
even if I won't be able to play with you anymore."

The woman assured her that it would be her turn this
night. She didn't quite know how she would be able to
deliver on this promise, but as a first step she decided
to take the other woman to the massage parlor where she
had been the day she agreed to the man's proposal and
started a new life.

The woman phoned the girl to let her know she was coming,
however she didn't mention the other woman. On the way to
the place the woman gave the other woman a brief but
incomplete run-down of what had happened during her first
and so far only visit. This shack in the seedy part of
town had come to symbolize more than any other place the
woman's transformation into the sex-mad creature she now
was. The place had become like a shrine to her to which
she was paying a second visit to give thanks for the
miraculous redemption she had experienced there. And
maybe it would do the same for the other woman.

When they arrived at the place, the big neon sign still
read 'Massages - Invigorating - Relaxing', but a new
announcement had been added to the display box, covering
some of the fan mail. It read 'Relaxation - male and
female'.

The woman and the girl embraced like old friends.

"I've been doing quite a few women since you got me
started. I had no idea there was so much demand for this
kind of service. It's a lot more fun then sucking off
dirty old men. Also, women are more generous with their
tips."

"I would like you to do to my friend here what you did to
me last time." The girl's face showed disappointment.
"And then I'd like a repeat performance - and I want to
find out what the extra special is."

The woman left the other woman in the capable hands of
the girl and went to see the hunk for an invigorating
massage. Once more, the touch of his firm hands on her
skin made her squirm with delight. Just like the previous
time she could watch his cock grow and put a considerable
strain on the fabric of his trunks.

She wondered if she would feel any remorse if she'd ask
for an invigorating fuck. There had never been any
secrets between her and the man. She would have to tell
him. That by itself didn't seem to be a problem, but she
didn't want to complicate things further. Right now her
priority was to help the other woman claim her rightful
place in the team. She decided to put the experiment off
until a later date.

When she had recovered from her invigorating massage, she
went to the girl's cubicle to watch. They were in the
middle of the oral relaxation. She could tell that the
other woman was enjoying the treatment she received from
the girl at least as much as she herself had the first
time around. Her pussy was already wet from the hunk's
massage. It got even wetter from watching the girl in
action. Her fingers automatically homed in on the center
of her excitement and she frigged herself while she
waited for her turn on the massage table.

The 'extra special' turned out to be a selection of
vibrators from the girl's personal collection. She wasn't
using them yet professionally and wanted to see how the
woman would react to them. The girl asked the woman to
chose one from the spread on offer. Greedily, the woman
chose the largest one. It had a knobby head, imitating
quite realistically the shape of a large cock. Then the
girl asked her to chose another one without offering any
explanation. The girl inserted the first vibrator into
the woman's pussy and the other one, after lubricating it
slightly, into her ass. She kept both of them switched on
throughout the massage. Neither of the two vibrators
could compete with a real cock, but the fact that both of
them kept humming away while the girl's skillful hands
massaged her, added a new edge to the woman's orgasms.
She was sure that her juices were forming a small lake on
the massage bed. She also thought about what it would
feel like to have two real cocks in the place of the
vibrators.

The high point of the session was once more the girl's
tongue in the woman's pussy. The vibrator made a slurping
noise when the girl removed it from the woman's dripping
cunt. The girl was pleased about the plentiful supply of
liquid which this never-drying well produced. The woman's
hips bucked to push her pussy closer into the girl's face
while the second vibrator was still stimulating her ass.

The other woman had watched the scene in a state of sweet
exhaustion. Once more she was amazed about the intensity
of the sexual energy which seemed to drive the woman from
one orgasm to the next. Maybe the man was right to be
bewitched by this volcano of a woman. Even if she tried
she couldn't compete with so much wanton lust.

As a special expression of their gratitude, the two women
lifted the girl onto the massage table and took turns in
licking her pussy. Initially, the girl protested loudly,
declaring that this kind of behavior was highly
irregular, that she couldn't possibly let clients do this
to her, that she risked losing her job if they didn't
stop immediately. But her resistance lacked conviction
and soon her moans spoke louder than any objections she
had voiced before. She let the two woman's mouths and
hands roam over her youthful body and give her a small
taste of the pleasures those two had experienced when she
had been in control.

                         -----

The woman's strategy for getting the man to fuck the
other woman was simple, maybe simplistic. She just
wouldn't be there when the man got home. She would lock
herself into her room and let the other two make love on
their own. Before she went into reclusion she coached the
other woman. "Go to the door when he arrives. Welcome
him. Naked, semi-nude, fully dressed - whichever way you
think works best. Seduce him. Make him forget that I
exist."

The woman's advise did not produce the desired effect. A
few minutes after the man came home he was knocking on
her door. He threatened to break it down when she refused
to open up. When she eventually conceded defeat and
unlocked her door, he threw her on the bed and fucked her
like a wild animal.

The other woman came to the conclusion that she would
never manage to win the man for herself. She was ready to
throw in the towel and start a 'normal' relationship with
someone else. The following day she packed her things
into a suitcase and was ready to leave, but the woman
persuaded her to talk to the man before taking that final
step. Maybe he wasn't aware of how she felt, maybe
explaining the situation would make him realize that he
had to pay the same attention to both his women. The
other woman wasn't convinced that talking about it would
change anything, but she agreed to wait, just to do the
woman who told her how much she would miss her a favor.

That evening, nobody came to the door to greet the man.
He found the woman in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She
was naked except for a tiny apron which she had put on to
protect her exposed pussy. She managed to avoid the man's
advances, reminding him that making love bent over a hot
stove could result in serious burns. Then she told him
that the other woman was waiting in the living room to
talk to him.

"Have you been fighting?"

From the beginning of this unusual arrangement, the man
had been worried that his two women might not get along,
that they would end up fighting. So far there hadn't been
any sign of this. Had it finally happened?

The other woman sat in an armchair, fully dressed, her
face serious. The man noticed a suitcase on the floor
next to her chair.

"We need to talk," she said.

She told him how frustrated she felt, having to watch all
the matches from the substitutes' bench without ever
seeing any action. The only one who showed any interest
in her was the woman. She asked the man to give her a
reason to stay, to explain why he wanted her around.

The man had just started to explain that even if he
didn't touch her, her mere presence, the fact that he
could have her if he wanted, was a great excitement to
him, when, in a case of terrible timing, the woman
entered the room to announce that dinner was ready. The
man looked at her, her tiny apron, her beautiful breasts.
He got up and pinned her against the wall. Then he
dropped is trousers and fucked her standing up. The other
woman picked up her suitcase and left without saying a
word.

                         -----

The man and the woman continued to live together in the
big house. His passion for his new sex-goddess continued
unabated and she was always available to suck his cock or
let him fuck her pussy or ass at will. But the man's
sexual appetite was bigger than his physical strength.
There were days when he just asked the woman to cuddle up
next to him on the large bed and fell soon asleep.

One day, the man arrived home and the woman didn't greet
him at the door. He checked in the bedroom to see if she
had prepared another of her surprises for him. A few
times he had found her, naked, on all fours on the bed,
waiting for him to fuck her in what seemed to be her
favorite position. Once this had excited him so much that
he had penetrated her without any lubrication, fucking
her ass raw. She seemed to enjoy his rough, animal-like
behavior, even if it meant that she wouldn't be able to
offer him her rear entrance for about a week afterwards.

But this time she wasn't waiting for him in the bedroom.
He found her sitting in the living room. Not only was she
fully dressed, she was wearing the type of clothes she
used to prefer before her transformation and her face had
a serious expression - friendly but serious.

"Sit down, we need to talk."

That sounded ominous. He checked if there was a suitcase
somewhere, ready packed and waiting, and was relieved
when he didn't see any.

"You've always been honest to me, even when it hurt, and
I think that's one of the reasons why our relationship
works so well," she started. "I don't want to hide
anything from you either, even though this may be
painful: I slept with another man."

Yes, it did hurt. What on earth could another man offer
her in bed that he couldn't? But he wasn't one of those
old-fashioned men who made a scandal when they found out
that their partner had been unfaithful. He found that
word itself antiquated, unsuitable for their kind of
relationship. So she had had a casual fling with someone
else. He had feared something much worse.

"Go on," he said.

"He's one of my clients," she said.

It disturbed the man that she said 'is' rather 'was'. Did
this mean it was more than a one-time fling?

After the other woman had left, the woman had felt
extremely bored staying at home on her own. She had
contacted her former employer and they had agreed to
offer her a part-time job. That way she had the
opportunity to mix with other people, but still had
enough time to look after herself, to make sure she was
always looking her best, and to be available to the man
whenever he wanted her. The man wondered whether it had
been a mistake to allow the woman to return to work.

"I had already shown him several properties in his price
range but none of them was what he wanted. There was
another, more expensive property which has been on the
market for some time and the owner was desperate to sell,
even if it meant dropping the price. That property hasn't
found any buyer yet, because of its - shall we say,
unique - layout. Particularly the main bedroom is
unconventional. It is circular, all the walls are covered
with mirrors and the bed, also circular, is built into
the center of the room. Anyone buying this apartment
would have to do significant redesign work - or have a
similar taste to that of its current owner.

"When I showed the apartment to my client, he asked if I
considered it possible to live in a place with a bedroom
like this. I looked around, seeing my image reflected
many times in the mirror and answered that it would feel
a little strange but I might get used to it. He asked,
'Would you like to try?' and embraced me. The question
was so unexpected and his touch was so gentle that I
couldn't resist. I just said 'why not?' and that's how it
happened."

The woman didn't tell the man what a thrill it had been
to make love to the other man whose soft hands caressed
her with so much tenderness as he slowly undressed her,
who called her the most beautiful names, who praised
every part of her body as it was revealed to his eyes.
There was nothing soft about his cock as he drove into
her with determination. But it was clear that he wasn't
fucking her only for his own pleasure. It was important
to him that she got the most out of it, too. Her orgasms
with him were not like the eruption of a volcano as they
used to be, they were more like the never-ending crashing
of the sea against the rocks.

All this remained unsaid. What she did tell the man,
however, was that the experience had been so satisfying
that she wanted to repeat it many more times. She wasn't
going do leave him, but she wanted to turn the one-time
event with the other man into a regular feature of her
sex-life. And, as the house was much too big for the two
of them, she suggested that the other man move in with
them.

The man was aghast. Was she bluffing? Was this her way of
getting back at him, her revenge for him having brought
another woman into their relationship?

"No," she said. Revenge was something for narrow-minded
people. Creative thinkers like them came up with bold,
unconventional solutions. Her suggestion wasn't a bluff.
It was a serious suggestion. So serious that she had
already talked to the other man about it. He had said
he'd be delighted to share her with another man - with
twenty other men if necessary, as long as he got to fuck
her every now and then.

The man was in a state of shock. Unable to say anything.

She carried on. "Just think how wonderful it would be for
me. I could chose if I wanted it rough or gentle,
depending on the day, or even the time of day. There's no
need to worry that you won't get enough. My sexual
appetite is enough to satisfy two men."

"On the other hand," she sat on his lap and put her arm
around his shoulders to make what she was about to say
less painful. "On the other hand, I have the feeling that
the task of depositing your seed in all my orifices every
day is becoming burdensome to you. It leaves you
exhausted, you wake up tired and short-tempered. Some
nights you only want to cuddle and sleep." On those
nights, she told him, she lay awake until she was sure he
was asleep and then used her fingers to satisfy herself.

The man was devastated. She had just told him, in the
most gentle way she could manage, that he wasn't man
enough to satisfy her needs.

"Just think, how the two of you could join forces and
test the limits of my sexual appetite. Hoy you could fuck
my ass while the other man fucks my pussy. I'm getting
wet just thinking about it."

She gave him a deep kiss and could feel his cock harden
under her bottom.

"But it wouldn't be only for my own benefit. It would be
a new experience for you too. The other man told me that
he's made love to men occasionally and found it very
exciting. Just think of me sucking your hard cock while
he fucks your ass."

The man was horrified. He shook his head vigorously and
was about to say that there was just no way he would let
anybody fuck his ass - ever, when the woman put her
fingers on his lips.

"Don't say anything now. I only want your answer tomorrow
evening. Then I'll go to meet the other man and,
depending on your answer, I'll bring him here, or I'll
stay with him in his circular bedroom."

The man was still in a state of shock when she said,
"Shall we make love?" There was the implication that this
might be the last time.

The woman didn't wait for an answer. She undid his belt
and zipper and pulled down his trousers and underpants.
Kneeling before him, she took his cock into her mouth and
sucked it until it was hard. Then she lifted the hem of
her dress just enough to allow her to straddle him. She
pushed the gusset of her panties to the side so that his
cock could slide inside her. She lowered herself onto his
cock until it was completely inside her and began slow up-
and-down movements, getting faster and more forceful all
the time. As soon as the man hat shot his semen inside
her, she got up, put her panties back in place, gave the
man a kiss on the cheek and said, "See you tomorrow."

As soon as she got to her bedroom she lay on the bed with
a pile of cushions under her thighs. She didn't want the
man's seed to seep out of her. She wanted to feel it
inside her for as long as possible. She fell asleep, her
pussy filled with the man's semen, her head filled with
the image of her being sandwiched between two men, of
having her ass and cunt fucked at the same time.

The man couldn't find any sleep. His head was still
spinning from the woman's revelation and her proposal. He
found it impossible to agree to let another man fuck him.
He found it equally impossible to give up the woman. She
had turned into a never-tiring, never-refusing sex
partner. He couldn't imagine that there was another one
like her anywhere in the world. And all because he had
confronted her with his decision to bring another woman
into his life. Now he was faced with an equally difficult
situation. He looked at his watch. He still had 22 hours
to reach a decision.

                         The End

