I showered quickly and rushed to the kitchen, where John poured me a cup of coffee and said, “Have a seat. We can talk until Melissa gets here, and then I’ll leave you two in peace.”“So Melissa is your partner.”“Yes. Maureen swings both ways, just like us, and she wanted a female lover on the side after just a few months of marriage. No doubt Melissa told you about the set-up?”“Yes. And how do you go about advertising for a live-in partner?”“Funny story. Tell you someday·.”I knew by his tone of voice that we would discuss it only in the fullness of time, so I shrugged and said, “She is certainly something.”“She’s one of a kind.”We sipped coffee for a minute, and I asked, “So, how is Maureen?”“She’s doing well. She’s sorry she missed you and is anxious to get back. We determined from our phone call last night that we deeply miss each other and both of our food tastes dull where we are.”I laughed and then asked, “What do you think she will think of this… With Melissa?”“She won’t mind. She’ll be pleased.”“Good.”Soon we heard footsteps, and Melissa came into the kitchen in a fresh maid’s outfit. She asked, “Is the coffee acceptable to you two slugabeds?”“Yes, it’s fine.”“Best coffee I’ve ever tasted,” I added.“Probably because of what you cleaned your palate with last night, I warrant,” she smiled saucily. She walked to a pantry door and put an apron on over her outfit. “Sir, would you be so kind?”I stood and walked behind her to tie the strings, and John rose and said, “Good morning to you both. I have to get ready for a client meeting later in the week, so I’ll leave you be and just ask that you clean up all messes and spills.”“Yes, sir,” she intoned in mock obedience, and John sighed and shook his head as he stalked out.“Poor guy,” I said, “with you making fun of him like that.”“He asked for it. It’s only fair. After I was taken on, I asked him how I should address him, and he said, ‘However you like,’ so when we made love our first night as a pair after our maiden threesome when I started, I called him ‘sir’ all the way through. It really turned him on that first time in the bedroom, ‘Oh, sir, please fuck me,’ ‘Oh, sir, I love your juicy cum,’ ‘Oh, sir, give me your cock again,’ but he’s hated it ever since, so I’m teaching him a lesson. Hmm, or making fun of him. I’ve forgotten which of those I’m supposed to be doing by now, but it sure is fun.”I winced throughout the latter part of this confession and said, “That’s cruel.”She shrugged as she set out canisters and implements on the table, “Truth can be harsh. So can my jokes. Sometimes they coincide.”I looked down at her outfit and said, “It’s a rather skimpy design, don’t you think?”“All the better to seduce and devour you with, kind sir.”“Did your employer provide it?”She grimaced, “I designed it myself.”I looked at the stove, laughed, and asked, “May I help you?”She looked at me fixedly. “Are you as skilled in the kitchen as the bedroom?”“Yes.”She thrust out her lower lip and said, “That’s a rarity in this household. I’m making lunch and dinner for the next week. Three dishes for each slot, with leftovers taken into account. I like to cook, but only in fits. I’d never do it every day, but twice a week and freeze till use is fine. A little less variety than some people like, but I haven’t had any complaints, and they make do on my day off, which with the takeout and delivery round these parts just makes my cooking that much more valued.”“How can I help?”“Roll out dough for the crust for my pot pie, then the apple pie, then cherry pie. I’ll get the fillings ready, and then you can help me with the pans. After that, we have lasagna to prepare. The sauce is already cooking, so you’ll get to grate the cheese while I boil the noodles. Finally, we have frozen packages to start thawing for tonight. I do hope no one gets sick of lasagna, because we’ll have a hell of a lot of it. Lasagna for dinner tomorrow, leftover pot roast for lunch tomorrow, then more lasagna for dinner, then pot pie and lasagna.” She looked at me and said nothing for a minute, then asked, “You don’t think that’s too much lasagna?”“No.”“Good. Let’s get started.”For the next hour and a half, we worked steadily as we talked. “Where are you from, sir?”“From a place without an aristocracy, so you needn’t call me ‘sir.’”We smiled and talked about our hometowns for several minutes. I then asked, “What did you study in college?”“English, what else?”“What did you do before this?”“I was a very very junior editorial assistant at the only place I found that seemed willing to hire a young black woman out of college. I wasn’t the last one in but I was the first one out. The whole concern is floating belly up now, so I was probably lucky enough to get out before the rest of the crew hit the job market, except the competition was so fierce that even the fine testimonial from my old employer did me no good at all.”“I’m sorry.”“So am I. Then for a while I worked what I could find, scutwork of every sort, like everyone else with an English degree and no connections.”We sat quietly as I put the crust in the bottom of the pot and she ladled in the fillings, then together we covered it with the other crust and squeezed the crusts shut. She covered it with foil and I lifted it as she took me over to the freezer and found space for it.“You are good,” she said, “in both rooms.”As I prepared the pie crusts, she checked the fruit fillings bubbling quietly on the back burners of the massive stove John and Maureen had inherited with the house, and she asked, “And you? What did you study?”“History and economics. Lots of international relations. Lucked into the job, but I’m good at it. As to whether I’m good enough, only time will tell.”“Are all stints three years?”“If you want to make a name for yourself as a reliable sort, you need to take one or two.”“What did you dream of being as a boy?”“Ambulance driver.” She laughed in surprise. “Then I wanted to be a sailor. Then an explorer. After that, I just suffered through school.”“Beat it out of you, huh?”“Tried to, so I ducked my head until the engine of conformity spat me out.”She chuckled and asked, Escort Anadolu yakası “You met John in college?”“Freshman year.”“When did you two get together?”“Freshman year, second semester.”We put the pies in the freezer and she said, “How did it work, sharing your women?”“We had a series of girlfriends, and sounded them out subtly. Well, we thought it was subtle; no doubt they thought we were obvious perverts, but most of them were perverts too.” She laughed and I continued, “When one was amenable, the other would go on a date with us, and when the mood was right would join in. Our girlfriend was always the primary partner, and the other was under her orders completely.”She nodded, “Makes sense. That’s how John and Maureen are with me.”“And you?”“I had girl crushes in high school and finally acted on one. I preferred boys though, and never did mix boys and girls until John and Maureen. It’s hard for any girl, and for a girl with my complexion, in the culture of my home town, it would have been a complete disaster. Word would have gotten out from any of the boys I’d have been interested in, so no. One or the other. And never with two men. Perhaps someday I’ll share the details. Perhaps not.” She looked at me squarely as I nodded, and leaned over and kissed me.Then looking up at me coyly from under lowered lids, she added, “But, you know, I will say I have long been intrigued by the thought of a fine man like yourself sharing me with a special other. Just the one and just one other.”Taking a leaf from her book, I nodded sagely, “I shall take that under advisement.”“You do that, sir. Sir might find his primary relationship enriched.”“Sir might.”We smiled and I turned the conversation to music and books. We spent the next hour in a cozy wide-ranging discussion, and when she took the last bag out of the freezer to thaw and checked on our lunch in the oven, she said, “We have an hour before lunch. I have business to attend to, so I shall see you at lunch. Work on your report; you’ll be ever so relieved when it’s finished, sir.”We kissed deeply for a minute, and when my hands worked under her apron to fondle her breasts she pushed me away and said laughingly, “No distractions, sir! I have strict rules that you must abide by. You have to wait to give me my orgasm; that will just make it all the sweeter.”I kissed her once more and watched her traipse out of the room. I poured another cup of coffee and returned to my room, where I finished outlining the next section and made notes of the details supporting the major points. Soon John knocked on the door and led me to lunch, which Melissa served before disappearing. We ate quickly, each distracted by work, and in twenty minutes we had cleared the table and started the dishwasher, as was the custom of the household, before going to our separate lairs; dinner followed in its appointed course and then I went to my room to await dessert.When she came in, I lifted her with a grin and took her to the bed, where I pushed her over onto her elbows and took her from behind, thrusting vigorously as she came quickly and then repeatedly. I drained into her after five minutes and collapsed on top of her. After a few seconds, I stood straight and helped her stand up. She stood in front of me facing away so I could strip her outfit off, then leaned back against me as I took her in my arms, her breasts spilling over my cradling arm, my nose next to her ear, and I whispered, “You know, there’s something that makes me almost as hot as your skin.”“And that would be?”“I love how you’re taller than me.”“No more towering over small women then?”“Or covering them.”“Ah, but Maureen only comes up to my shoulders.”“And have you covered her often?”“Often enough.”“Will you be jealous?”She shook her head and said, “She shares her husband with me; I’m happy to share you with her,” and then asked, “Will you be able?”“Only if you allow me.”“You may. You’re looking forward to having both Melissa and Maureen, aren’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile.“As long as I have you, I can live without having her also.”“Good, because I’m not a toy. You’re mine now and I’m yours, and I’m very picky about sharing.”“It’s not a traditional discussion, this.”“No sir, it certainly is not.”“Why do you insist on calling me ‘sir’?”“‘Sir’ is a term of respect, sir. I would have thought sir was au courant with his mother tongue.”“I seem not to be as facile with it as you are.”“No, sir, I don’t think you are.” She turned her head so we could kiss, and after three minutes or so she whispered, “And I believe we have a soft bed waiting just for us.” The next night she joined us for dinner and then disappeared for a while, coming to my bedroom at nine with a mirror the size of a picture book, a bottle of wine, and a bathrobe, and we made love for hours with the lights on, watching ourselves in the mirror in every position we could manage, pink against brown, blue eyes staring into brown, pink shaft disappearing between brown lips, driving each other to exhaustion.As we fell asleep, she whispered, “Seeing you with your head buried between my thighs makes me want to sing,” and she put her hand over mine and pulled it to her breast; “Hold it and keep it there,” she said, and we fell into an exhausted sleep. I awoke about three to her light snoring; I ran my hand along her side as I cuddled up behind her, and she pulled my hand to her breast again without waking. I felt her warm body soft and perfect against me and fell back into a satisfied sleep.She awoke at seven. I sat up and said, “Morning, dear.”“Morning, love.” She kissed me and said a bit shyly, “I’ll be jealous when Maureen gets back.”“You needn’t be.”“But I will.”“I’m yours, you know that.”“And you’ll do anything I want, I know.”“Yes.”“Good. I’ve never been with two men before, so tonight you and John will treat me.”I was surprised by my sudden pang of jealousy, and I must have given some outward sign of it because she laughed and said, “Yes, Maureen said she felt that way the first time she watched John take me.”I smiled and said, “Well then, it’s your Kurtköy escort show.”“And I expect the actors to outperform themselves for me.”I reached up to cup her breasts, but she pushed me away, “Save it up. Devote your energy to finishing your report and then work out your stress inside me and John. I have so many dirty wishes for you two to fulfill for me that you’ll need every drop of sperm. Now go take a cold shower; breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes.”“Yes, ma’am.”She rounded her lips in mock surprise, “I do like the sound of that, sir, really I do.” She kissed me softly and whispered, “John doesn’t know. We’ll surprise him, so hush, love.” She kissed me again, dressed quickly, and left.That night after dinner, we three sat in the lounge after John started a CD. Melissa leaned against me and we started necking. John waited a few minutes, and when I had pulled Melissa’s top down and had started caressing her breasts, he said, “Well, I’ll be off.”Melissa looked at him through half-closed eyes and said, “No, Sir, you will sit right here and suck on my other breast. They’re much too large for Craig to do justice to both at once. Though heaven knows he certainly tries.”John’s eyes opened wide and he quickly stripped. When he sat down next to her and she kissed him deeply, I stood and undressed as well. As we sucked on her breasts, her body came alive and she moaned deeply. Her hips were soon circling, so my hand met John’s as we caressed her wet panties. Melissa said, “It was incredible having one beautiful white man who loves black women. Two is heavenly.”When we had brought her nearly to the edge with our fingers, she stood up and slipped off the little remaining of her clothes. She pulled me to my feet and knelt before me, and before she took me into her mouth winked at John and said, “Fuck me, sir.”I said, “You really shouldn’t tease him like that.”John immediately got behind her and said, “No, really, I don’t mind.”“Right now,” Melissa laughed. “Later he will be so embarrassed. Let him have his fun now.”With a sudden thrust, John entered her roughly and fucked her like a jackhammer. In a massive fit of jealousy that I had never felt before, I pulled Melissa’s head onto me and worked her mouth vigorously. She held my hips to moderate my efforts and worked me into her throat. I looked up to see John staring at her back, then down to his hands on her hips, clearly as fascinated by the difference in color as I always was, and then we stared at each other as Melissa’s first climax swept through her.When she calmed down, she said, “Don’t stop. Like this. Yes. I need both of you inside me, two beautiful white cocks plowing into my beautiful black body. I love how I fascinate you two.” She then returned to sucking me and soon had her lips around the base of my cock. As she worked me into ecstasy, I looked down to see my hands on her deep brown shoulders, and I leaned over to hold her breasts. I looked up then to see John pummeling her cunt as he stared unseeing into space, and I wasn’t sure which burned hotter, my desire for the brown softness of her body or my jealousy at another man enjoying her to the full.She climaxed twice more in the next five minutes, and she said, “Time for a change.” We pulled away, both on the edge, and she said, “We’ll need to do that many more times from now on, but I have so many fantasies to live out right now. Fuck me.” She lay back and John immediately mounted her, and as he thrust inside her to the hilt, she groaned and said, “Sir, I’ve seen you get fucked. Return the favor, please.”She pointed at her clothes and I found a tube of lube in the pocket. The sight of the two of them, John’s white body held tightly within Melissa’s brown thighs and arms as he thrust vigorously inside her, and with hot jealousy, I lubed up and roughly opened his ass and pushed inside.“Yes,” she whispered, “let my lover fuck you while you fuck my dark brown body. You love how dark Maureen and I are, don’t you?”“Yes, God yes,” he said, and as she drove both of us wild by whispering her lust for our white bodies inside her black body, I thrust quickly and entered him to the hilt. He screamed as I tried to fuck him as hard as he fucked Melissa, and soon I felt the pulsations in his bowels as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Feeling him drain his lust into my beloved, as I finally thought of her, merely made me even angrier with jealousy as I fucked him mercilessly.Melissa had squealed in another climax at the same time John had come, and I looked down at her sweat-drenched face watching me past John’s ear, smiling widely and eyes sparkling as she devoured the scene of two men coupling above her and for her. “Yes sir, fuck him hard for me. Use his ass for me just like he used yours the first night. It makes me so hot seeing my men fuck.”I looked into her eyes as my climax built, and with a scream, my first spurt was torn out of me. I continued fucking deep into John’s bowels as eight more massive spurts followed. Melissa climaxed again at the same time, and I pulled away from John once I had filled him with my cum. I lay on my back next to Melissa and held her hand. John rolled off her to her other side, and Melissa whispered, “Good start, but don’t you dare think you’re finished. Wash up, sir, so you can mingle your seed with John’s.”I did as ordered and returned in about a minute. She lay back when she saw me and welcomed me into her, my cock already fully resurgent, and as I pushed deep inside her cum-lubricated passage I felt John lubing me up. I chuckled and spread my knees for him, and as he entered me Melissa said, “When he fucked you, I wanted to rush out and back myself up against you so you could fuck me, but this way I get to watch and fuck. Again. God, you two are so hot.”I lasted about five minutes, and when my orgasm drained me into Melissa’s spasming cunt, John pushed over the edge and filled me with his sperm. After a few minutes catching our breath, we went one by one to wash up, Melissa last, and I looked at John, who smiled and said, “I’ve never been with you when you Maltepe escort bayan were that jealous.”“God, I wanted to fuck you into oblivion watching you inside her.”“You nearly did.”“But I loved it too.”“I never thought that…that skin color mattered like that.”“And now you can’t get enough.”“No, I can’t.”“Don’t look so sick to heart. It’s just like how you used to say red hair was overrated, then you could never get enough of Vivian.”We laughed and I said, “Well, we survived that, so I guess we can survive this.”“Yeah, but I’m going to ream your ass from here to Tokyo when you fuck Maureen.”“Is that a promise?”We laughed again and he winked at my hardening cock. “You like that thought, don’t you? Well, hold it for a week or so.” For the next two days, Melissa and I woke up together, met at meals, and exhausted each other into deep sleep at night. Finally, the third morning I finished my final report, submitted it through the system, and received word my vacation had officially started. I walked into the kitchen to see Melissa looking determinedly at a shopping list. “Done.”She looked up and paused, then said, “Your report?”“Yes. Vacation starts today.”“And today’s my day off, so you get to share your first day of freedom with me. All day, just you and me.” She embraced me and kissed me and whispered, “And no sex until nightfall. I wonder if you can handle it.”I smiled, “Probably not, but I’m sure I can duck into a bathroom for a leisurely whack if you won’t give it up.”She frowned in mock anger and said, “No, sir, that is not allowed. You know you are only allowed to have a whack if I’m watching.”“Then I guess I’ll have to spend all day with blue balls. I thought I left that behind in high school.”“You’re a cultured man, love. You can last a few hours without losing any of your devilish charms.”We spent the day shopping and wandering around two nearby small towns. It was the most delightful day I had spent with a woman, and as we kissed near a stream I realized I had fallen deeply for her. She looked at me shyly and said, “Tell me about the first girl you had a crush on.”“I was nine and she was ten. I used to tell her that she had the face that sank a thousand ships, and she must have liked me just as much because then she’d chase me and trip me and make me eat dirt. It was true love.”We laughed happily and talked until dark about anything that came to mind, and we drove home to put away the groceries, serve and eat dinner, and retire to my bed. And in much the same way things continued for another week.That morning, however, John left early. We cleaned thoroughly and made a superb lunch, and at eleven the door opened and John came in with a short, slender, gorgeous black woman. She kissed Melissa and held her hand out to me. “So you are Craig.”“Pleased to meet you, Maureen.” The small talk was especially small with the tension in the air, and we soon had lunch and began to relax. Maureen paid particular attention to me throughout the meal, and afterwards, John and Melissa cleaned up as she and I chatted in the library. We enjoyed each other’s company without allowing the stress we felt at the possibility looming before us to show, and for the next two days got to know each other well. John and Maureen would leave for their room after drinks at night, and Melissa and I would clean up and then wear each other out in what seemed like preemptive jealousy.Over dinner that third night, Maureen and I fell into a long discussion of the economic underpinnings of my career, and full of youthful idealism and fire we argued over minor details as if they mattered…which, of course, they did to the people on the ground. John and Melissa watched us in amusement until Melissa decided we had worried the issue enough and put on some music. We danced with our partners for two slow dances, and then Maureen said, “May I have the honor of the next dance?”She melted into my arms, her lithe body swaying seductively in my arms under a dress that glided seductively over her skin. John and Melissa danced together as well, and Maureen whispered warmly, “Such a fine dancer. You move your body well.” This continued for two more dances, when I looked up to see that John and Melissa had silently left.Maureen and I sat on the couch. “I’m glad you and Melissa have fallen in love. She’s never really had that. I asked her several times if she wanted not to go through with it, but she was determined. I do think she likes torturing herself.”“Tell me how you met John.”“Didn’t he tell you?”“I want to hear your side.”We laughed and she said, “He stole my seat on the bus and said he’d only return it if he could sit in my lap. I refused, so I had to sit in his. He was so cute and roguish I couldn’t help myself. Half the bus was shocked and the other half was smiling, and we stayed on past both our stops and walked back and had lunch along the way. He asked me to ride the bus again the next day, only a different route, and I agreed, and he took me to a park on the edge of town and within an hour he had plucked my flower.”She stared into my eyes over her glass of wine as she said, “And so I fell for John even though I never thought I’d sleep with, much less marry, anyone but a black man. I had never wanted a man like I did then. And I took him right there and then. I unzipped him and pinned him down and impaled myself on him and fucked his brains out as he leaned against a tree without either of us falling off onto the ground.” We laughed and she continued, “And after I came I wanted him even more. I took him home and unwrapped him, and his white body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.”We sipped our wine quietly for a minute as she looked at me simply, moving from my eyes to my chest and back to my mouth and eyes. Finally, she said, “Melissa said the same about you.” I blinked and couldn’t speak. “It’s interesting,” she continued without waiting for a reply, “feeling that way about my beloved husband, and knowing that I can have another man if we agree.” She sipped again as she stared into my eyes. “Knowing that I can make him feel the way I feel when I watch him taking Melissa.”I was unable to breathe as she ran her finger around the lip of her wineglass. “When I see him thrusting into her, I’m not sure which is stronger, how much I want to join them, let him take me from behind while I suck him out of her, or how much I want him to scream in jealousy as another man takes me.”