The phone rang and rang. It didn’t even go to voicemail, leaving Eric to text her for the umpteenth time. He raged inside, a vicious turmoil that festered inside as he struggled between grief and disbelief at what had happened the previous night. It had all been going so well. He and Stephanie had spent the first part of the evening in a blissful sea of love and lust beyond either of their wildest fantasies. They were so perfect for each other it seemed almost biblical. But it didn’t last. He’d made a comment about his house needing her and she’d flipped on him, surging from perfect lover to frightened stranger before running out on him, literally, leaving only the echoes of their passion to taunt him. Lamenting echoes and the small bottle of lube, sitting on his night table; both a tease and accusation of how he’d once again fucked it up, thus the rage, not at her, but at his own self. He should have known; she’d given him a million little clues about her fear, her insecurity. And instead of being careful, he was reckless, and as a result, once again bereft of love. Gods it hurt to think of her. She was so amazing. She’d said such emotionally compelling things. How could it have all just vanished? He pitched his phone across the room in frustration onto the couch as his temper flared up. 24 hours and almost a hundred text messages to her, unanswered. It was like she’d fallen off the world. Not that it had been all that long, but like during the first few days of fledgling relationship (sort of) together, time seemed to have dilated, making the day seem like much, much more. He picked up the phone off the couch, briefly debated whether to try yet again, decided not to, put it away and tried to put her out of his mind, also for the umpteenth time. He turned his computer on, and dug himself into his work, hoping to get so far down he never had to see the sun again. He called Peter and left a message saying he was going off the grid for a while and that he’d get in touch with him when he returned to the living world. A few weeks later, Eric decided to come up for air. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was unshaven, and pallid. He looked like a cross between a castaway and a mushroom, except that he was also feeling bloated from eating too much chips and ice cream. Luckily he was gifted with a metabolism that allowed a certain degree of self-abuse, so he only felt bloated. Determined to abandon his cave, he called Peter up and accepted an invitation for barbecue that night. So hours later he was finally over at his friend’s house, sharing a manly meal of meat and potatoes. Peter was, like him, a marvel at the barbecue and a dismal failure at pretty much everything else. “No word eh?” Peter asked in a gentle, commiserating tone. Eric shook his head mutely, morosely picking at the delicious steak on his plate, one that tasted like drywall in his unresponsive mouth, having been lately blasted by too much artificial flavouring. “Well, fuck,” Peter said. He was sad for his friend and more than a little disappointed. He’d known about the details of those few, whirlwind days between Eric and Stephanie, and one of those details was that both were clean, leaving sex with his buddy a lingering potential. But seeing Eric slumped at the table, he knew that it would take a miracle of nuclear proportions to get a boner out of his emotionally and sexually hamstrung friend. “You want Ryan to hunt her down?” Peter offered the services of his lover’s brother, not really certain if that were, indeed, Ryan’s specialty. “Why bother?” Eric asked with a tinge of resentment in his voice; not directed at Peter, but at the whole miserable situation. “She obviously doesn’t want to speak to me for whatever reason.” “Maybe it’s, you know, for the best,” Peter suggested. Then added quickly seeing the sudden glare in Eric’s eyes, “I mean not for you, well, yes kind of for you, but if she’s that, er, unstable, better to find out early on before you get in too deep.” “I was already too deep, man. The only thing left would have been to unpack her things at my place. Seriously.” Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You were that far gone already?” Eric nodded slowly, his dark eyes filled with pain. “Seriously,” he answered. Then, realizing he’d been leaving his food neglected, tore into the remainder of the steak with an almost vengeful intensity. The remainder of the dinner was silent, but only partially awkwardly so. They’d been friends for too long, and had crossed too many of their own barriers to let emotional turmoil make either of them feel uncomfortable with the other. “Hey wanna watch a movie or something?” Peter offered. “Sure,” Eric said, surprisingly. “What do you have that’s new?” “I have that Jumanji movie, the new one with the Rock.” Eric laughed. Peter playfully thumped his buddy in the arm. “Hey it has a great comedic cast. Besides, Sam loves his stuff” “Sure, why not? It’ll make me laugh, I guess.” They sat down to watch the movie, enjoying its goofy lack of depth, gorging on popcorn, sitting comfortably, sex a million miles away. Samantha came in just after the start of the film, gave a squeal of delight at seeing her favourite movie meat on the screen and plunked her body between the two guys. Inexplicably, she put her arms over both of them, pulling them each a bit closer. Eric enjoyed feeling close to his two best friends. And while the feel of Samantha’s warm body close to his did make portions of his body tingle, it was only marginal, tempered by his deep affection for both of them and his respect for their relationship. Not that he didn’t think it odd and gave a brief thought to her unexpected body language. Was she meaning something by this? Or was he just desperate and horny and reading far too much into nothing. But when the movie ended, Sam patted both guys on the leg and stood up, languidly stretching her wiry body in an unmistakably enticing way. She then looked back at the two guys, her eyes smouldering. “Ahh, what a fun movie,” she said smiling at the men. She brushed a hand through her long auburn hair, letting it fall between her fingers in a cascade of feminine beauty. She bit her lower lip, and let it slowly draw out between her teeth. “Dwayne Johnson always gets my blood going.” She then leaned down and kissed Peter slowly, openly on the mouth, her hands holding the sides of his face. Then, without breaking her stride, she grabbed at the back of Eric’s head, yanked his confused head in toward hers, broke her kiss with Peter and planted one on his astonished mouth. While it wasn’t the slow-cooker delight Peter had enjoyed, it was, nonetheless, way beyond a buddy kiss, if such a thing even existed. And with that remarkable display, she sashayed out of the living room, leaving Eric to watch in confused amazement at the potent signals being delivered to seemingly both of them. He looked at Peter only to see his friend looking back at him with a very direct, penetrating gaze. All righty, so he wasn’t making much ado about nothing. “Um, Samantha seemed to really enjoy the movie,” Eric commented carefully, diplomatically. Peter only raised an eyebrow, waiting for more it seemed. Eric had no choice but to acknowledge what he’d seen and felt. “Um, what I mean is,” he continued hesitantly. “Am I getting some sort of…” he faltered, not knowing how to put it into words. “Invitation?” Peter finished for him. Eric swallowed nervously. “Yes you are, buddy,” Peter finished, using the same term of friendship. Eric was nonplussed. “I don’t get it. What is going on?” Peter slid over and put a hand on Eric’s thigh, a gesture of both friendship and intimacy. “Look we both think you are hot. Goodness knows you know where I am at,” Peter started explaining. “And we both think that it might be a fun and healthy distraction from your situation.” “Hey I am more than flattered, but I don’t think I would BE much fun.” “I hear you my friend. I don’t expect anything today. But we both wanted you to know that it’s something we’d be keen on trying. “ “When did - whose idea was it, is it?” Eric asked, feeling as if he were outside of his body. “Last week, actually,” Peter said. “And it just kind of came up,” Eric looked at his friend with incredulity. “Came up?” he asked dryly. “Having pudding comes up; playing football in the rain comes up. How does inviting your fuck-buddy for a threesome ‘come up’?” Peter coughed uncomfortably, shifting on the cushion. “Well we were having sex and I, wanted her to play with my ass, actually more than that, but she’s shorter than me and couldn’t, uh, reach back there.” “Oh fuck you feel good in me,” Samantha said, as Peter thrust his hard cock deep into her sopping pussy. Her legs were spread open, and her hands were on his ass, pulling him deep into her, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris. She was close and if he kept up his pace…just…like…that, she’d… “Oooohh,” she crowed as her orgasm splashed over her, filling her with a crimson heat. Peter fucked her even harder, spurred on by the pleasurable thought of making his woman feel so good. “Oh yeahhh, cum on my cock Sam,” he commanded, grinding harder, keeping the blistering pace despite the increasing strain on his abs. She was so hot, her body seared him, and her mouth was a liquid fire on his chest as she sucked and bit his tender nipples. Peter was lost in lust as his beloved woman writhed under him, and feeling that need well in his groin, he pushed her hand toward his asshole, despite knowing she couldn’t reach. But that didn’t stop her from trying, as her hand snaked its way past his coccyx, enticing a stab of desire in his body, a desire to be filled. “Uhh, fuck I want a cock in me right now,” he said, both in his mind and out loud. Oops. Maybe better left as an internal monologue? “You want a cock in your ass?” she cooed in his ear. “Deep in your tight hole, filling you, pounding you harder into me?” Her hand gave up its attempt at penetrating him, and instead mashed his buttocks driving his cock even harder into her pussy. “Fuck yeah,” Peter panted, feeling his arousal at the thought prime the beginning of his orgasm. “Wouldn’t that feel good, lover?” She teased him, loving how he reacted with even more intensity. “A man thrusting his big hard cock into you, cumming in you as you cum in me?” “Yes, yes, I want him to cum in me,” he chanted, almost to himself, fantasizing how his invisible male lover would feel in his ass, how his cock would throb against his anal walls just before flooding his guts. He thrust his cock balls deep into Samantha as his groin contracted and pumped his cum into Samantha. “Oh yesss, feel him filling you, filling me,” she moaned in pleasure as his hot semen did indeed fill her pussy, the momentum of her recent orgasm eliciting pleasurable aftershock in her body. Peter groaned as he pulsed again and again in his woman, her moisture mixing with his, making her deliciously slick. He continued to thrust in her, making their connection last as long as he could. Then he came to a gentle stop, still inside her, loving every moment, wanting it to last forever. She was so beautiful, her auburn hair framing her sweaty face. Her lips gorged with blood, her eyes bright with satisfaction of having pleased her man as he pleased her. They kissed lingeringly, tenderly, a counterpoint to their ferocious fucking. He levered himself back up on his elbows to enjoy the view once more. Samantha looked at her man, and with a sudden smirk, said to him, “Too bad Eric wasn’t here right now. I’m sure he’d have pounded your ass nicely while you fucked me.” Peter was stunned. He’d never thought that she’d be in favour of such an idea. He looked at her beautiful face, her eyes wide and intent on him, gaging his reaction. She shrugged as he pulled out of her body to lie next to Samantha, breathing deep. “Who knows,” she said, putting a warm hand on his chest, kissing him along the line of his firm jaw. “Maybe one day we can give it a go.” “I can sort of see how one could say it came up,” Eric said, visualizing how he, himself, would have wanted his ass penetrated during intercourse with a woman. How the idea of a male-bisexual threesome might manifest itself. “You are a lucky guy to have such an open-minded woman.” “I am a lucky guy indeed,” Peter said. “To have both the best girlfriend and the best friend a guy could know.” He leaned over and kissed his friend, not on the lips, but on Eric’s forehead; almost a benediction. He then stood up, and pulled Eric up as well, letting Eric’s face get very close to his. “Now are you sure you wouldn’t like to fuck my ass while I fuck Sam?” he said, putting a hand on Eric’s hip. But he felt nothing, and looking into his friend’s eyes, knew that his earlier supposition was still on the mark. Eric was so emotionally castrated, he really had as much libido as a dead stick. He pulled his hand away and put it on Eric’s shoulder instead. “C’mon my friend. Let me make some coffee before I have to take on the stern duty of solo sex with Samantha.” He puffed his chest out dramatically, striking a Napoleonic pose. “Nah,” Eric said. Then pretending to pull up lame, he waved his friend off and panted in a desperately tragic voice. “Go –go on without me. I’ll just slow you down.” Laughing, Peter showed his friend to the door and let him out. Eric heard, just as he stepped away from the house, Peter shout up to Samantha that it was just the two of them, sadly. He laughed at his friend’s melodrama, and at his own participation in the moment’s levity, realizing that he, too, was lucky to have such great friends. Who else would invite their buddy to have sex with them, not for their pleasure, but for his? Well, mostly. He drove home thinking of the incredible offer but shook his head at the notion. Again, it seemed like short-term gain, long-term loss. He wasn’t being invited into a polygamous relationship, but a polyamorous sexual escapade to both fulfill his friend’s and his own libidinous appetites. He turned onto his short street, his headlights highlighting the dark trees lining the road. There was a car in front of his house. Could it be? But as he got closer, he saw that no, it wasn’t hers. Damn. Was he to never be happy? Was he stuck in this no-man’s land, friend and fuck-buddy but nobody’s love? He pulled up onto his driveway, seeing his dark house. No lights were on to greet him. He looked at the other houses on his street and none of them were as dark as his was. They all had light and life. His was an empty shell, reflecting the empty shell of his life. Maybe he should get a dog; a living organism that provided more company than the chipmunk currently eating his strawberries. Sigh. Like that would solve his fundamental problem of not being loveable. Oh he was fuckable, but not loveable. Julie, Wendy and Stephanie; a depressingly short list of past women played in his mind as he turned his hall light on, none of them being close to The One. He cleaned himself up and went to bed. The next day he finished his latest piece, sent it off to the publisher and sat staring at his computer. On a sudden spur of the moment decision, he registered himself on Tinder. After grinding out a profile that kept him from coming across as a love-sick renovation project, he took a quick look-see at who was out there. A couple of days later he was sitting in a summer café with Bradie, a lovely African American woman with a stunning braid going down her back. She was funny and smart, with a smile that shone both in her blazingly white teeth and her eyes. But at the end of their time together, it was clear to Bradie that while Eric was a great guy, there was something not quite there. She could see in the pauses of conversation his eyes would go vacant, not blank, but as if his mind was being pulled elsewhere. Catching a strong whiff of Eau-de-rebound, she kissed him affectionately on the cheek and went her own way. Eric for his part wasn’t overly surprised, or concerned at Bradie’s reticence. Frankly, he was surprised he even got as far as coffee. He just wasn’t there. He was too much a one-person guy, and it seemed that for whatever reason, his mind, body and heart were still fixated on Stephanie. He just couldn’t get her out of his head; the worst times were at night when he dreamt of her. The dreams were intense, provocative and a hideous torment on his waking moments. On more than one morning he had to masturbate to relieve the incredible sexual tension that had built up during the night’s sweaty dreams. In desperation, he set out to Killarney, knowing how being there would torture him. But he figured (hoped) that by going back to the source, and immersing himself in the place and time he met her, he would arrive at some sort of healing catharsis. So he packed his new gear and headed north back to the wilderness where it had all started. The miles rolled along under his car until he turned onto the winding country highway leading west to the park entrance. The sun was high in the sky by the time he pulled into the parking lot, and the warm breeze carried the scent of a million trees and a thousand lakes. He breathed deep, cleansing his lungs of city smog and all that came with it. His pack was a reassuring weight on his back as he started on the same ridge trail back to his chosen site. In a moment of perverse irony, he’d picked the one she’d been staying at, both for that reason and as well it was a great spot. He felt the solidity of the earth and rock beneath his feet as he went up and down along the contours of the land. The rose granite, the green conifers, the blue sky and the sapphire waters of the small lakes surrounded and comforted him like they always did. He wondered about perhaps settling up out here; his work was from home anyway. Besides, other than Peter, there was nothing the city had for him that he seemed to value or cherish. His parents were back in Hong Kong and he only had a distant sister down in Boston. He arrived at his (her) site late in the evening, and tried to not hope to see her there, squatting by a dinner fire, or perhaps siting on the rocks near the water; her hair an ebony cascade down her back, her breasts full and firm against her athletic shirt. But she wasn’t there, of course; he was alone. So he set up his small tent and started a small fire to cook his dinner. The evening was very mild and as still as a ceramic diorama, the smoke from his small fire rising up in a perfectly vertical column, carrying the scent of his pork chops upward to the sky . He ate and then immediately stripped down to his swimming shorts for a swim in the crystal water. He floated in the water on his back, letting the small waves wash away his uncertainty, his loneliness. It was much later in the summer and as such, much warmer than the first time, letting him linger in the water for considerably longer. He dove under and, holding his breath, let himself hang, buoyant, suspended in the water. Small fish darted near his feet, curious at the strange pale intruders into their small world. He turned over and admired the mirror surface of the underside of the waves, the interface between the world of water and the world of air. On some angles the reflection was so perfect it looked as if he were suspended over a pool of liquid mercury. Well over an hour later, he was sitting, lying really, on the same rocks he’d shared with her, but felt somewhat cleansed by his swim. He felt a pang of nostalgic loss at her absence, but not the sharp grief he’d been battling for weeks before now. With the stars as remote, diamond companions, he let one last tear fall away from his eyes as he said his final goodbye to her, and everything that her dream had offered. Then, taking a deep breath to ground himself, he turned away from the rocks, carefully climbed back to his tent and crawled in to go to sleep. His last thought as he fell asleep was ‘Fuck it. He’d take Peter and Samantha up on their offer’. ***** Stephanie looked at her phone while she typed the briefing notes, already overdue by a day. Not that it had been her fault; the document repository server had crashed earlier that week and thus delayed her own work. Her superiors had allowed for the small delay, but she nonetheless felt her own internal pressure to deliver on time. Her phone was silent, as always. It had been silent for a few weeks now and she fought a surge of sadness at knowing that he had finally given up. A few weeks ago she’d almost cracked, succumbing to his relentless persistence. She’d read his messages over and over again, her fingers itching to type her response. Go away. I love you. Fuck me right now. I’m not worth somebody like you. Please stop making me want you. Please come to me. Leave me alone. But she held firm, going to bed in her silent apartment. She would hold her pillow crying to herself as she congratulated herself at avoiding hurt in preventing the ending of a cherished relationship. She sobbed during her morning Yoga as she revelled at being strong enough to be the one to keep the two of them from being hurt. She wept during her shower thinking of how close she had come to disaster at being in love with a man that would in the end be hurt by her, and told herself how relieved she was at having so adroitly dodged tragedy. Then the calls and messages finally stopped, leaving her phone to lie silent on her table for days at a time. Once again silent, at had been for so long before he’d come into her life, heavy with exertion at trying to save himself from camping oblivion. She remembered his surprised face and the sudden joy in his eyes at seeing her, a joy she wasn’t sure he’d even known he’d shown. His body had had a sheen of sweat, his muscles gleaming in the fading light. Damn he had been so hot, so sexy she grew achy thinking about his skin, his hair, his muscular legs, his firm ass, his cock. Damn! What was wrong with her? Why did she run after having such a deep connection with him? She could still remember his hot cock deep in her ass, how wonderful it felt to be fucked and loved at the same time. She thought of how he’d so readily taken her in his mouth, how firm but smooth his lips were on the tender skin of her own member. She knew in her heart that he did indeed love her, but it hurt her too much to let that love fill her, permeate her soul. She was incomplete, damaged, scarred from too bad relationships, bad emotional mistakes, and she feared that those old emotional and spiritual maladies would rear their ugly heads just as things were going perfect for them. She ignored the fact that they had indeed done just that. She remained blind to the fact she’d allowed the predicted tragedy to happen in order to prevent that very same tragedy. Dragging her mind back to her work, she finished off the wording, turned her computer off and grabbed her purse. She was due to meet her sister for dinner in an hour and she hated being late. She, for the third time that day, reconsidered going, thought to beg off, pretend that she was swamped with work, when in fact she wasn’t. In an effort to pull away from the hurt, she’d been buried in her work over these weeks and had accomplished so much that she was in danger of having nothing to do, which of course would leave her vulnerable to her pain. Like a rabbit cowering in the underbrush at hearing the cry of the eagle, she cowered in the details of depositions and discoveries, hoping the raptor pain wouldn’t come screaming down from above to pierce her wounded soul. Nope, she would face her sister; face her feelings, even though they would tear her soul to pieces. The restaurant was already crowded, even though the dinner rush was some hours away. She spotted her sister in one of the small booths near the south windows. She was thankful that the crowd would keep the inevitable, heated discussion camouflaged amongst the general cacophony. Weaving though that crowd took a bit of dexterity, and she resolutely pushed down the thought that Eric would find her fluid navigation of the mess delightfully attractive. “Hey Steffi,” her sister said with a warm smile. She stood up to give her taller sibling a brief hug before sitting back down. The table was already festooned with drinks and appetizers, most of which were deliciously decadent, making Stephanie lament how many squats she’d need to do afterward to burn off the calories. Being transgendered was no protection from trans fats. “Hiya Mel. How’s doing?” she returned, sitting gratefully down into the soft leather bench. This was her favourite restaurant because it didn’t skimp on the details like comfort. “I’m fine; you know that,” her sister answered curtly. “This isn’t why we’re here, and you also know that.” Stephanie sighed and looked down at her napkin, fiddling with it with a trembling hand. So it was going to be this kind of dinner already? Despite the fact that she was older, Melanie was by far the more assertive sibling, and had taken the dominant role once Stephanie’s gender identity crisis had sufficiently derailed her sense of self identity. She was painstakingly regaining her sense of who she was, but it made for considerable friction between the two. That didn’t diminish their love for each other, and for that Stephanie was immeasurably grateful. Her sister and parents were all incredibly supportive, perhaps because of where they all lived, or maybe because they were all highly intelligent, and perceived the worth of a person as being far beyond the shape of their genitals. She looked up at her sister and expected to see at least a small degree of impatience in her eyes, but she only saw caring and compassion, and that keen intelligence. She knew that those weeks ago when she claimed to be distracted by work she hadn’t fooled Melanie in the least. And now she would have to answer for her deception, and subsequent failure. “So tell me, then, why you think we are here?” she asked, careful to keep her tumultuous feelings from making her voice harsher than it needed to be. A raised eyebrow told her that her sister’s first comment was unspoken. Stephanie read it as “Oh, so we are going to spoon feed this conversation to each other?” Instead Melanie spoke at length. “We’re here because something happened, something big. I saw it in you nearly a month ago, and since then, you’ve been a virtual stranger. Not that you have been avoiding us, but that when you are around I don’t recognize you at all. The strong, self-assured woman I knew has since been replaced with a shadow of uncertainty and fear. I can feel it coming off you in waves. Everyone can, and mom and dad are pestering me to find out what the hell happened. Even Tabby knows something is up. So tell me, what is up?” Stephanie took a deep breath and let it all come out, at the same time keeping an iron grip on her feelings, lest the tears flood away any chance at working through her argument rationally. “I met a guy, but you kind of already know that, don’t you,” she said. Melanie nodded. “I figured as much. I know you too well, kiddo.” The server came and interrupted the flow of the conversation, took their orders and made a hasty retreat, suspecting his presence was unwarranted beyond the simple acquisition of foodstuffs. “And may I ask why haven’t we met him yet?” Melanie asked, then answered her own question nearly immediately, snapping her fingers. “Oh wait, let me guess. Things didn’t work out. You finally let your guard fully down and in doing so, jumped too fast too soon and he turned out to be a tool. Am I right?” “No, you aren’t,” Steph responded, feeling a ridiculous tickle of amusement at being able to claim her too-too smart sister wrong for once. “In fact he is, was amazing.” “Was?” Melanie asked, truly surprised at being off target. It didn’t happen often. “Well you were right at things not working out,” Stephanie continued, and then proceeded to give her sister all the details of the three amazing days with the enigmatic man that had turned her emotional world so upside down. She left of the lurid details of the fantastic sex they’d had out of course. “So let me get this straight, you ran out on him, prematurely ending any chance at happiness with this man in order to avoid NOT having happiness with this man?” “No, it’s not like that. I did it because I didn’t want to hurt him.” Melanie shook her head. “Steph, you think you might have love(d) this man?” Stephanie nodded, holding back tears by pretending to take a long drink of her iced tea. “And you have a suspicion that he could have loved you?” Stephanie nodded again, keeping silent. “Then, my dear sister, you are an idiot,” Melanie said with some asperity. Stephanie nearly choked on her deep-fried mushroom upon hearing those rather strong words. She was about to retort hotly, but their food came and for the next few minutes, they took a step back from a heavy confrontation in order to sample their meals. But when they were both satisfied at the quality of the repast, Stephanie looked back at her sister, fire in her eyes. “Now why the fuck do you think I am an idiot?” she said through clenched teeth. Melanie smiled. “Now that is the Stephanie I know and love. The Stephanie that had the courage to let Stephen go, and to become who she was meant to be all her life.” Stephanie pointed a finger at her sister, trying to be stern, but failing to feel a flush of happiness at her sister’s positive, encouraging words. “You haven’t answered by question,” she accused. “Well, sister mine,” Melanie started. “You are an idiot for a number of reasons. But let me ask you, so you can see this all for yourself. Are you enjoying not being with him?” “No.” “And were you happy when you were with him?” “Yes.” “Did he hurt you in any way? Any harsh or inconsiderate comments?” “Not in the least,” Stephanie replied, breaking the initial pattern of one word answers. “Now here is the important question, and I want you to answer this one very carefully. How would you have felt if he’d up and run out on you in the middle of what seemed to be a life-changing, wonderful evening?” Stephanie took a bite of her chicken to avoid answering right away, even though she knew the answer. “I would have been devastated,” she said in a quiet voice. Melanie nodded. “You would have been deeply hurt, confused and would have immediately thought that somehow it was your fault, right?” Stephanie saw where this was going. It didn’t take a nuclear physicist to connect the dots. “And is there any reason to think that Eric wouldn’t have felt exactly the same way?” Melanie continued, pressing the advantage, knowing her very clever sibling could see the path before her. “No,” Steph answered, going back to one word answers as the enormity of her foolishness dug its talons into her quivering psyche. Melanie raised her eyebrows. “So why are you an idiot?” “Because I hurt him trying to make sure I never hurt him.” “And?” “And I ended a relationship so that I might avoid the hurt of it ending, it not working out.” Stephanie put her hand to her mouth in horror. She couldn’t lie to herself any longer. “OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE????” she gasped from behind her mouth, oblivious to the people around her. “Nothing that can’t be fixed. Maybe not right now, but perhaps you might find it in yourself to reach out to him,” Melanie answered. “When?” Stephanie asked, incredulous and shocked and filled with a sudden insane hope at being shown how her fear had so crippled her she had bitten off her own wings in order to never risk losing the joy of flying. “I don’t know. That is for you to decide. You’ll know when you are ready,” Melanie answered, feeling a flush of satisfaction at seeing her sister come to terms with her weakness, push past that realization, and perhaps find new strength to move on. Stephanie smiled at her sister, and marvelled at her wisdom, her generosity. They finished their meals and left the restaurant, walking to their cars, which luckily, were close to each other. As they hugged their goodbyes, Melanie said to her sister, “I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive yourself for being only human.” Stephanie sighed. “Thanks Mel. You’ve given me a lot to think about. I don’t know if I can summon the courage to call him, not after I must have hurt him so badly. But like you said, if I can forgive myself, maybe I can hope that he can forgive me too.” Melanie nodded her agreement, gave her sister a wave and drove off. Stephanie got into her own car, pulled out of the parking lot and drove home to figure out what she was going to do and how. Days passed as she moved through a fog of indecision. One moment she’d reach for her phone about to call him, and then the next moment she’d push it away, figuring the worst. Finally, on a warm Friday afternoon, after reading online erotica, so much that she was hard and aching for a man’s touch, she dialed his number, but there was no answer. Her heart was already in a black pit, but then rebounded somewhat as the call went to voicemail after more than one ring. At least her number wasn’t being blocked. “Hi Eric? It’s me Stephanie. I don’t know if you are listening, or will even bother to listen to this. But if you do, then I am so sorry for running out like that, for hurting you. I don’t want to go into details over the phone. I want to see you, so I can explain and beg for your forgiveness. And if you never want to see me again, I will understand. But you should at least know it wasn’t anything you said or did. Anyway, please please please call me back when you get this.” But he didn’t answer back, not for hours, not for the rest of the evening. He wasn’t going to answer. She was just fooling herself. So long after the sun had set on her hopes, with the moon high in the starry night, Stephanie, feeling beret of love and happiness, looked on Craigslist for a man interested in a transgendered hook-up. It felt dirty, yes, but she just wanted to feel wanted, even if for a few minutes, even if deep down it was just a lie. Aching in her heart, feeling very wrong about it, but hurting too much to care, with sleep far from her body, she got into her car and pulled out to meet her lover. ***** Eric called Peter. “Hey guy, how was camping?” Peter asked when he heard his friend on the line. “It was fine. Got my head cleared a bit I guess, think things over.” “Cool. Are you still pining for her?” Peter asked, not probing, just asking out of friendly curiosity. “In truth, not entirely, but that’s okay. She was an incredible person, and I’ll never entirely be free of regret at not being able to make a go of it with her. But I’m okay to move on now, and pursue other priorities.” “That sounds healthy. Well done, then,” his friend congratulated. “So what’s your new priority?” The question was layered with a subtle undertone that Eric fully caught, knowing that Peter knew he’d catch it. “I think you can guess,” Eric answered glibly, letting the unspoken stay unspoken. “Well, why don’t you come on over tomorrow? Say around 4pm? Dinner and drinks,” came the invitation. “I’ll let Sam know; she’ll be delighted.” “Sounds great. I’ll bring the wine,” Eric promised, and hung up. He then spent the rest of the night watching MMF threesome porn, both for getting in the mood and to get ideas, and a feel for how things could go really well, and how they could go sideways. Happily, he and Peter had already fucked, so there was no worry of any sort of homoerotic missteps. By the time he went to bed, cross eyed and foggy from the assault on his senses, he felt very much like Rumpelstiltskin, trying to spin gold out of 4 tonnes of straw. Only the gold was videos of authentic bi-sexual couples interested in and titillated by sharing their escapades online, and the straw was the myriad videos of crap where the intended audience would have ranged from the ignorant to the obscene. He spent the day working. He wasn’t overly excited, this wasn’t some sort of life-changing event; it was just fun between friends on a Friday night. Fun that involved sex, which from his point of view was healthy and natural. Why shouldn’t consenting adults be free to partner with whom they wanted, provided nobody got hurt? He washed and got dressed, giving only a momentary glance at his phone. But his thoughts didn’t linger on it like they used to. Only a momentary memory of her flitted past his consciousness like a swallow passing a window, visible just for a fleeting second, then gone with the wind. He then turned his ringer off and left for Peter’s house. While he drove there he wondered how the evening might go, would Samantha be as sexy in the flesh as she was in her clothes? Would she be okay by watching him and Peter fucking right in the same room? He recalled that she’d witnessed them once, but had no idea how much she’d actually seen. Would she be turned on? The combination of sexual anticipation and uncertainty kept him from getting a complete boner on the way. Just as well, since they lived on a fairly busy street and it would be unseemly to get out of the car sporting a 4-person tent in the front of his shorts. He rang the bell and Samantha opened the door. She was wearing a short skirt and midriff T-shirt, showing off her smooth stomach and perky breasts. She wasn’t a voluptuous as Stephanie was, but her wiry curves were delightfully proportioned. She smiled brightly and stood up on tip toes to kiss his cheek as she used a hand to guide him inside. “Oh sweetie, I’m so glad you came. Peter has been insufferably excited since you said ‘yes’. It’s like he’s a kid on Christmas demanding when presents can be opened. Speaking of presents…” she looked down meaningfully at his crotch. “I hope you brought a big one for him to unwrap!” He grinned mischievously. “Well, I’d like to think what I brought is sort of one size fits all.” Samantha laughed. “Nicely put,” she complimented as he kicked his shoes off and followed her to the kitchen, carrying the bottles of wine. “Buddy!” came Peter’s effusive greeting when he saw that Eric had arrived. He came across the small kitchen and gave Eric a hug complete with a hearty back-slap. He stepped back and looked as his best friend, skin bronzed from camping and swimming. Eric’s body had recovered speedily from its sluggish condition a week ago. “Looking good buddy. Camping agrees with you.” “You too man. Been at the gym?” “Gym? Me. Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t pay for that crap. I do my stuff at home as always.” Samantha came up and offered to open the wine. “Red or white?” asked Eric, holding up both options. “White, we’re having grilled trout with roasted almonds in cream sauce,” she answered, taking the bottle of white. Eric rolled his eyes and hummed. “Mmm, sounds amazing.” Samantha nodded. “It is amazing. Peter and I came across it when travelling down in the States. There was this restaurant in Chattanooga and the food…” she rolled her eyes at the memory of the food, music and fun. The three of them all worked together in the kitchen to get the dinner ready, Eric totally unwilling to sit and be waited on. During the meal prep, there was a steady increase in touching, brushing-up and as the wine flowed the sexual tension in the kitchen rose to a heady pitch. As one point Samantha was sandwiched between the two increasingly horny men, Eric in front, and Peter in behind. Samantha took that opportunity to grope at Eric’s bulging crotch as Peter stroked a hot palm across Samantha’s tits. While Peter was bent over in the fridge, Sam pushed Eric into his ass, and whispered into Eric’s ear. “Can’t wait to see you slip your hard cock up in there.” Eric turned to look at her, her face a vision of lust that flipped his stomach on itself. ‘Okay then,’ he thought to himself. ‘Questions about her level of enthusiasm have now been answered.’ Peter turned at being molested. “Hey, I’m working here you too,” he said, smiling at his two lovers. “Take that foolishness upstairs, but AFTER dinner!” Dinner was scrumptious, the fish tender and sweet, the almonds a fabulous crunchy counterpoint to the soft flesh of the fish. They had some slightly out-of-season asparagus with it, and some baby potatoes roasted in garlic and rosemary. During the meal, Eric wondered if they’d be too sated by the food to want to fuck, but then he thought of how Peter’s cock felt filling his ass and all thoughts of sedentary digestion vanished in a puff of testosterone laden steam. They cleaned up, surprisingly without any shenanigans; perhaps they were keen on not being distracted, and moved to the cozy living room. They sat down, and sipped their wine, chatting comfortably about work, news and the latest office gossip from Sam’s detachment. She took the two guys back to her small studio space where some of her paintings were arrayed, waiting for framing. She was a bit of an amateur artist, and spent her weekends exploring themes of human aesthetic. The lines of the figures on the canvas seemed to actually move. It was all like having a citrus ice amuse-bouche to clear the palate between courses. The conversation came to a gentle halt as the three looked at each other, a triad of friends about to embark on a new stage in their relationship. Nobody knew how to take the next step, not out of a sense of discomfort, but rather out of a lack of context. Was Eric there to join Samantha and Peter, or was Samantha there to join Eric and Peter? ‘Whose favour was this?’ wondered Eric. It was Samantha who figured out the first move, brilliantly subtle, and smoothly setting the tone for the evening. She went back into the living room and sat down on the sofa, patting it, encouraging the guys to join her. Peter and Eric sat on her left, with Peter in close to his sexy woman, her bare thigh pressed into his. “So, Eric, what happened on that skiing trip?” she asked, turning a piercing gaze to him. “Tell me how you ended up with your cock in my man’s sexy ass?” she added, resting a hand softly on Peter’s leg, not brazenly, but enough of a contact to ignite his ever-present libido. Eric looked at her, her smile, her smooth toned body leaning into her man, the swell of her breast a counter-point to Peter’s firm chest, which was now starting to rise and fall with deeper breathing as his arousal was primed. That did the trick. “How did you know it was me in him?” he asked, feeling a tingle down below as he recounted how Peter rode him reverse cowboy that night, the first time one of them was in the other’s ass. “Lucky guess,” she said, smiling, her eyes bright with excitement as she, herself, envisioned the two men discovering, quite by accident, the pleasures of man to man sex. “Well, we were without any heat in the cabin, and we had to share the bed, and warm each other up. So Peter, perv that he is, made us go down to our skivvies. He CLAIMED that it was the only way to stave off hypothermia.” Peter rolled his eyes at his friend’s humour. “Yeah, he probably just wanted to fuck your ass that night. He told me how he had fantasized about male sex,” Samantha agreed, grinning. “Hey, it wasn’t ME who had been in the doghouse that weekend,” Peter said, looking pointedly at Eric, smiling at being able to keep in the play. “If I recall, you were in the doghouse because…why?” He held up a hand to his ear, waiting for Eric’s confession. Samantha moved even closer, stroking her hand along the line of Peter’s muscular leg, whether consciously or not, it didn’t matter. Eric saw Peter swallow as his own desires mounted. He looked at his friend’s face, seeing the jawline, the clear blue eyes, his blonde hair tousled. He really was very attractive, but not in that way to Eric, more of an objective appreciation of Peter’s masculine aesthetic. “Wendy caught me watching gay porn,” he said sheepishly. “That didn’t put her in the best of moods to join us for skiing.” Samantha smiled gently, recalling how she herself had been part of the end of Wendy’s inclusion in their lives. “So you get off on watching guys fucking each other, and that weekend was the catalyst for you two to learn that you both were into it?” she asked, her hand now in Peter’s crotch. “So what happened when you both found out? Boy that must have been a huge surprise and turn-on.” Eric looked down at Peter’s growing bulge, but didn’t move. It was Peter who moved, reaching over and cupping a hand in Eric’s groin. Ohhhh damn. “I was in behind, and he had started to hump his ass into my cock, so once we figured it out, I reached over and started stroking his cock through his underwear,” Peter explained, taking over the thread of the narrative. Samantha started to stroke her man though the fabric of his shorts. “Like this?” she asked, her voice husky. “Not quite,” Eric said, getting hard at the memory and feel of Peter’s warm hand in his crotch. “Show me,” Samantha cooed, and then sighed as Peter leaned over to start kissing her bare neck. “Show me how Peter seduced you.” Eric gently took Peter’s hand and aimed it at the waistband of his shorts, letting his friend get the cue. Peter unsnapped the waistband and reached inside to take hold of Eric’s cock. It was already turgid, and rapidly firmed up as Peter’s fingers closed in around his friend’s warm flesh. “Oh, I see,” Samantha breathed, opening Peter’s shorts as well. Both guys adjusted their postures so their cocks were now out, hard, the heads red with blood and pointed upward to the ceiling. Peter’s hand stroking up and down Eric’s skin, paler than his, but still flushed. Samantha’s fingers, nails polished a deep blue curled around her man’s dick. Peter used his other hand to lift Samantha’s shirt up, exposing her breasts to the warm air, her nipples brown against her smooth skin. He put his mouth on one of them, and Samantha closed her eyes in appreciation of the attention. “Then what?” she asked. “We got undressed, and Peter took me in his mouth,” Eric continued, shucking off his shorts. Peter did likewise, mirroring both his friend and the recounting. “Is he a good cock sucker?” she asked, leaning down to take Peter in her mouth. Peter breathed out a long sigh of pleasure as he felt her lips enclose his cock. “Yes he is, very good,” came the response. Samantha turned up from her man’s dick and nodded a head toward Eric. “I wanna see,” she purred, turning her body around, to settle on her knees, between Peter’s legs. Eric took a moment to digest the instructions, thought for a second, then, stood up on the sofa cushion to manoeuver the head of his cock at Peter’s mouth, now turned to meet his friend. Samantha pulled Peter’s dick downward so she could lick him and watch as her man opened his mouth for his friend’s cock. “Oh that’s hot,” she murmured around her man’s cock as she watched Eric’s hips thrust gently forward to propel his hard dick down Peter’s open throat. “He is good!” she complimented as she watched Peter, now somewhat practised; allow his muscles to relax so that he could deep throat his friend. She stood up and pulled her panties off. She could feel herself getting moist at the heady sight of her man sucking his friend’s cock. She went back down on his dick, slathering it with saliva. She wanted him inside her right at that moment, when things were perfectly poised to tumble down into an abyss of unrelenting sexual hedonism. Spreading her legs, she straddled Peter and sat her pussy down onto his throbbing cock, feeling it stretch her open. “Mmnnnmfff,” came Peter’s agonized moan around Eric’s cock as he felt his own cock enveloped by Samantha’s wet heat. The three friends were in it now. And just like the two guys were that weekend, the three of them were at a threshold; that once crossed, would leave them in an undiscovered country. Samantha rode her man’s hard dick slowly, not wanting to rush things, and not wanting to jostle Eric’s balanced weight as he fucked Peter’s hot mouth. She could see every detail, every drop of saliva, and the pulse of blood in Eric’s cock as it moved in and out of Peter’s mouth. Peter took his mouth off Eric’s dick to kiss his beloved woman, so incredibly sexy as her body pressed into his. He felt connected to both of them so deeply he almost wept at the profundity of the moment. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, making her moan in pleasure. Eric watched his friend suck Samantha’s perky tit into his mouth, an unbelievably hot tableau. He saw Samantha turn her head toward him and look up, her green eyes meeting his; the threshold looming. He gently shook his head, not explicitly rejecting, as much as not demanding. “Sam, I don’t, it’s okay, I’m - arrghhh,” he broke off as her mouth enveloped his shaft. Threshold crossed. Samantha felt Eric’s cock slip between her lips and for a moment she wondered at her reasoning behind including him in her body, why she connected the three of them in this particular way. It had never been a fantasy of hers; to be with two guys in this way. But the moment compelled; irresistible and inexorable. So she followed its push in this unexpected direction, wondering where it would lead, her mind filled suddenly with a myriad of possibilities, all of them erotic beyond belief. Peter watched in disbelief as his woman sucked his friend’s cock in her mouth. It was not a bad thing, for he too was merely a passenger on this ride, no more directly in control than the others. So letting questions evaporate in a steam of lust, he focused back on her tits, sucking the other nipple into his hungry mouth and thrusting up harder into her now fully wet pussy. Eric didn’t stay long in her mouth. That wasn’t why he was here. He took the initiative this time, got down from the sofa and moved in behind Samantha, between Peter’s legs. He watched at Peter’s shaft filled Samantha’s pussy, her hair enveloping his balls. When Peter was nearly out, he pushed Sam out of the way and sucked her juices off his friend’s prick. To give Peter the contrast, he squeezed his lips hard against the cock in his mouth. Samantha obliged by getting up off her man to watch Eric suck Peter now, and marvelled at how easily both men throated the other. “Damn you guys are good. No wonder you ended up fucking,” she said with an almost envy at being out performed by the two guys. She could take it deep in her mouth, but they took it down to the root. Must be a guy thing. She watched for another minute, and then pried herself between them. “All right now, no getting ahead of the play here. Let’s go upstairs,” she commanded, grabbing her man and lifting his reluctant body off the sofa. Eric followed dutifully, only feeling slightly foolish as he followed his two partially dressed friends with a glistening hard-on pointing the way. They went into the bedroom and Eric passed his gaze over the space. It was bright, with the setting sun streaming in through the sheer curtains. The room was dominated by the large king-sized bed, far larger than his smaller queen sized bed. But what caught his eye were the bedside table and the bottles of lube sitting next to an odd device he could only guess at. “So you were sucking Eric’s cock? Then did he suck yours?” Samantha asked, moving to a small divan off to the side, motioning for the two men to take their place on the bed, interrupting Eric’s train of thought regarding what lay before him. “Show me,” she instructed. The two men stripped off the rest of their clothes and took up their positions, with Eric underneath, his head on the pillow. Peter turned around and straddled his mouth, before leaning down himself and sucking Eric deep into his mouth as his own cock slipped between Eric’s lips. “Yeah, that’s it; suck those cocks, boys,” Samantha commanded, stroking herself slowly as she enjoyed the show. “Ohhh, wow,” she continued as she saw Peter slip a wet finger down into Eric’s pink asshole. Thinking things would get even further along, she stood up and took the bottle of lube in one hand and squeezed out a dollop into the other. She then wiped it along Peter’s ass crack, making sure most of it ended up at the puckered entrance. She looked down at Eric, his mouth working the shaft in his mouth and throat. She fingered Peter’s ass, feeling his soft skin vibrate with want, until she finally obliged him, slipping the digit into his tight innards. “Let me get him ready for you,” she offered, putting the Injoyus, a strapless curved dildo into her sopping pussy. Once it was in place, she climbed up over Eric’s face, pushing Peter down along the bed to make room for her body. Eric watched in amazement as he saw that the toy, wedged up into Samantha, offered an incredible opportunity for a woman to peg a man while at the same time being stimulated herself. Her purple cock slid into Peter’s lubed ass with a slick sexy sound; his cock twitching in response to the added stimulation in Eric’s mouth. He watched as she grabbed Peter’s hips and started to thrust in and out, slow and shallow, to let Peter get used to being penetrated. But it didn’t take long for Peter to start gently thrusting back, taking the dildo deeper and deeper with each cycle, forcing Eric to almost chase the cock back and forth. “Oh yeah, fuck me babe,” Peter groaned in pleasure at the double assault on his senses, Eric’s mouth on his cock and Samantha’s dildo in his ass. Samantha complied, fucking her man deeper and harder, until her pelvis was slapping against his ass cheeks. Eric, unable to keep pace, took his mouth off and simply enjoyed the fantastic view of Peter’s asshole flexing around Samantha, her pussy dripping with lubricant and secretions, and the delicious feel of Peter’s lips around his member. He had to resist bucking his pelvis upward too hard into Peter’s mouth. Oh a whim, figuring anything was up for play, Eric stuck his tongue out to lick Samantha’s ass as it moved back and forth. “Oh my fuck,” she hissed feeling Eric’s tongue on her ass. He wasn’t penetrating, just licking along her sensitive skin, eliciting electric thrills in her groin, enough to combine with the G-spot stimulation to bring her first orgasm. “Uhhhhgghh,” she grunted, slamming her cock into Peter with the pulses of her climax. She held there for a moment, and then slowly withdrew, letting her dildo slip out of Peter’s ass with an audible sucking sound. Clearly he wanted it in his ass still, but Sam had other plans for his pink rosebud. She lifted herself off Eric, and sat down, trembling from the enormous pleasures she’d so far experienced. And it was still early in the game. “Your turn up to bat, stud,” she said to Eric with a heavy kiss on his juicy mouth. “Fuck my man just like you did that night.” “Yes ma’am,” he said, tipping a finger on his temple. He pushed Peter, who was almost prostrate on Eric’s belly, digesting his body’s signals, a crescendo of sensations. “Sit on my cock man, let me get up in there,” Eric commanded. Peter complied, shifting along Eric until Eric’s glistening cock was poised at his rectum. With a sigh of pleasure, he reached back, aimed Eric at his hole and sat down onto the slightly larger intrusion with delicious ease. “Ohh yesssss,” Peter said with a heavy gasp as Eric’s hard cock invaded his hungry pucker. “That feels so good in my ass.” Samantha watched, just like she did that night when Wendy crashed in on them all. But this was light years away from peering in awkwardly through a small window. Here she had a front row seat at the best show in town: Eric’s cock thrusting up into her beloved’s tight asshole. She lamented that she didn’t have a cock to feel what Eric was feeling. “Ooooh, that looks so delicious,” she cooed. “How does it feel my man?” she asked, going over to him to kiss him deeply, her tongue dancing in his mouth. “Feels amazing babe,” he moaned around her kisses. They made out for some time as Eric fucked his ass slow and deep. “Turn around, lover,” she said, moving back to climb on Eric’s face. Peter lifted off his friend’ dick, spun around and slid back down on the pink prick slick with his ass juices and lube, to see Samantha settle her swollen pussy lips onto his friend’s willing mouth. “Holy fuckity fuck,” Eric mumbled as her cunt came down onto his hot mouth. Samantha said nothing, only sighed as Eric’s talented tongue brought new fire to her loins. She leaned forward to pull Peter’s mouth once again to hers, both of them being serviced by their mutual friend. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Peter asked, his voice thick with lust, his face and chest glistening with a sheen of sweat; sweat that Samantha leaned down to lick and suck. “Who could have known it would be this good?” she asked back, as her pussy clenched onto Eric’s tongue and fingers. She closed her eyes in bliss as Peter’s mouth took a nipple. “Not I,” Eric confessed, talking past Samantha’s dripping folds. “I would never have imagined anything like this.” Peter pumped his cock, treading the dangerous ground of edging, precum oozing out of the tip as his prostate was stimulated by the tip of Eric’s dick deep in his ass. He felt so amazing, but didn’t want to cum yet. Samantha pushed his hand away and jacked him herself, immediately feeling slick with precum and sweat. “I want you in meeee, oooooh,” Samantha started to beg of her man, moments before another orgasm rolled up through her body. But she needed to go with her body’s demands, and instead humped Eric’s mouth, grinding her clit against his lips, holding her man close to her. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, it was all too intense. Peter lifted himself off Eric’s dick, and rolled off to the side, nudging Eric to sit up and move over, letting Samantha settle down onto her back, her arms out inviting, her legs spread open wantonly. Both men could see how aroused she was; her pussy was a deep red, with a flush to near her belly button. Peter lowered himself into his woman, penetrating her body in one long smooth stroke, “Ahhh, yesss,” she sighed as she felt her man in her for the second time. He was so hard and big she felt stretched like never before. His arousal state was beyond anything she’d ever witnessed. “Now for the moment we have all been waiting for,” she announced, waving Eric over to get in behind Peter. “Get that lovely cock in my man’s ass again, and fuck him deep into me.” Eric couldn’t believe such words came out of his friend’s normally demure woman. Then again, she was a cop, and they certainly had edge. He climbed up onto the bed and watched in fascination as his friend’s ass muscles clenched while he fucked Samantha. It was beyond ridiculously sexy, it was epic. He thought it couldn’t get any more surreal, but was wrong when he watched Samantha reach her hands onto Peter’s ass cheeks and peel them open. Peter’s asshole was revealed to him wet, pink and already partially open in anticipation of being plundered yet again. Peter looked back at his buddy and nodded. “Yeah man, fuck my ass. I want that cock pounding me.” Eric moved in closer and brought the tip of his cock against Peter’s anus. He dropped some more lube on his cock. Peter stopped for a moment in Samantha to let his friend slip up into him again. “Ohhh,” both men moaned as they were rejoined, cock to ass once again. From this angle, Eric could get much deeper and easily bottomed out in his buddy’s tight hole. It took a few moments for the three lovers to get a rhythm that they liked; Eric just staying still as Peter fucked himself back and forth into Sam’s cunt and onto Eric’s cock. “Gahhh,” Peter cried out as his brain nearly shorted completely out as the wet silk of Sam’s pussy, combined with the white heat coming from his ass threatened his very consciousness. “Fuck fuck fuck,” was all Samantha, herself, could manage as the combined pressure of both men ground Peter’s cock up against her mons. The angle wasn’t perfect, but the eroticism of the event was sufficient to push her to her limits. Seeing her man’s expression as he was pleasured from both ends was intoxicating. She now knew for certain that this element of their sexuality would have to stay, it was just too powerful to refuse in the future. They slowed their pace for a moment, for Peter to get his balance, but in the end, Eric pulled out to let his friend have a bit of a reprieve. Peter reached over and applied more lube to his ass, then pulled Samantha into a doggy position. She scooted her ass up into the air and presented her pussy for his granite cock. He came in behind her and slid in with a groan of pleasure. From this angle she was much tighter, and his cock looked amazingly hot pushing its way into blushing folds. Eric came in behind, knowing his role in the dance. He gripped his cock with one hand and Peter’s hip with the other, and slid back into his friend’s freshly lubed ass. “Oh your ass is so nice and tight on my cock,” Eric muttered. With both hands now free, he grabbed at both of Peter’s hips and started to fuck his buddy hard and deep. The power of his cock in Peter’s ass propelled Peter into Samantha. On a crazy thought, Eric reached beyond Peter and grabbed Samantha to pull both of them backward against him and each other. “Oh my god you guys rock my world,” she panted, feeling the momentum of both men into her cunt. “Fuck me Peter; do me deep.” Peter lost in a sea of sensation, couldn’t come up with any words that even came close to being able to describe his state of being. It was all he could do to fulfill his woman’s wishes, slamming himself on both of his lovers. Samantha looked over at the mirror; they all did. It was a scene out of their deepest fantasies, one that they never even knew they had. Their sweaty bodies colliding with seismic intensity, and the room filled with a perfume of sex almost as thick as amber. Peter reached around to pinch Sam’s nipples, and she squealed in delight at the sensations. To take them further, she reached down and frigged her clit for a few minutes. Knowing she was close, Peter let his breathing peak, building his own impending orgasm up. He started fucking her faster, which forced Eric’s cock in and out of his ass faster. Soon the three of them were hurtling toward the precipice. Samantha came first, since Peter wouldn’t dream of letting himself go without her in a million years. She let out a piercing series of screams as her cunt exploded, spraying female ejaculate out and down onto the bed. Peter could feel the flood of hot fluid run down his balls as she humped her pelvis into him with bruising force. Eric, in behind, had the easiest time since Peter’s ass was more than willing to milk his cock. So when he felt his two lovers approach their own finales, he fucked his cock deep into Peter’s ass and with a heavy series of pelvic tremors, blasted his cum deep into Peter’s bowels. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned as jet after jet of cum shot out of his cock up into the cavity of the hot ass gripping his cock with an iron intensity. “Ohhhh shiiiit, stay there, right there,” Peter commanded and then felt his own balls constrict, his orgasm far more intense than Eric’s since he was double stimulated. He drove himself as deep as he could into his woman and came with such power his vision went black. But his body felt every pulse of cum into his woman’s pussy, filling her past her capacity. The three of them took a moment to catch their breath, and then one by one, disentangled themselves. They were all too stunned to manage anything more than slumping on the bed in a sweaty heap, chests heaving for needed air. “Wow,” was all that Samantha croaked after finally getting her voice back. She was slightly hoarse from both the verbal and physical exertions. The men could only nod in agreement. They eventually got up and cleaned themselves. They then went downstairs to prepare some coffee and sweets. It was late in the evening; the sun had set on them and they hadn’t even noticed. They sat quietly with each other, trying to not all grin like fools. “That was the most amazing thing EVER,” Peter exclaimed, talking around the crumbs of a lemon tart. “Damn, we should have recorded that.” Samantha rolled her eyes at the thought of having set up a camera in addition to everything else that had gone into making their evening such a momentous success. “Sure, something to show the grandkids on Christmas,” she playfully mocked. “Well it’s just that that was the best sex ever.” Eric looked at the clock after finishing his coffee. It was getting late. Peter saw the glance, looked at Samantha. She nodded ever so slightly, smiling. “Hey, you haven’t had a turn,” he said. Eric looked at the two of them. “You want to go another round?” he asked, a bit surprised. After all the fantasy had been fulfilled, and more than fulfilled. Peter looked at his friend, and nodded. “Oh yeah, definitely. My cock is twitching for your ass now.” “Me too,” Samantha agreed. “I wouldn’t mind having a go at your sweet ass.” “Holy shit,” Eric blurted. “You too are insane. I had better be careful or you’ll both fuck me into the emergency ward.” “Damn straight we will,” Peter promised. “After we’re done with you, you won’t remember your own name, let alone what’s-her-name’s.” “Whose?” Eric asked, only partially joking. Memories of Stephanie were very far away right now. “That’s right. Whose.” Samantha agreed, not liking the idea of somebody who could prey on her man’s friend’s heart like that woman did. “But enough of her, c’mon guys, get those cocks out. Time for round two.” As the men stood up with smirks on their faces, Eric pointed out, “Technically this might be considered round three, since we were here in the beginning.” “No backtalk you,” she chided Eric, as pushed her men up the stairs. They got upstairs and went into the bedroom, which immediately greeted them with its aroma of sex and sweat, left over from earlier. It was the best of aphrodisiacs. All three of them unconsciously took deep breaths to fill themselves with lust and desire. The stripped down naked without any hesitation. Peter watched as Eric went over to the divan, put his hands down on the deep red velvet and stuck his ass out. “Get over here and eat my ass,” Eric commanded. “Shit you!,” Samantha exclaimed, amazed at the brazen sexuality of the men. She looked at Eric with new eyes, now, seeing what Peter saw in him. His fine Asian features, chiseled body and sexy round ass were indeed nice things to look at. But what was nicer was seeing her man, blonde to Eric’s dark, go over to Eric’s ass and put his face in between those two smooth ass cheeks. “Mmm that feels good,” Eric complimented his friend’s warm tongue in his asshole. He was super glad to have washed thoroughly before coming over. “Sooo hot,” Samantha murmured. She got an idea and moved over to lube up the Injoyus again. She was more than ready for it this time, and felt the now familiar pleasure at being filled by it, in anticipation of more fucking. But she had her eye on Eric this time. “Move around to the front babe. Let him suck your cock.” Peter was more than happy to oblige, kneeling backward on the divan so that Eric could take him in his warm, wet mouth. Samantha got in behind Eric and pressed the purple dildo into Eric’s anus. She felt resistance; clearly Eric wasn’t as busy back there as Peter was. But after a few minutes of gently nudging it deeper and deeper, Eric’s ass gave way and she felt it pop into him, with the result that the back pressure made her own pussy clench on the device. “Oh, such a nice tight ass. I’m going to love fucking you deep with my purple cock,” she said, pressing herself gently into Eric’s tight ass. She pulled out a bit, applied more lube, and pushed back in. Back and forth her purple cock pumped until she was all the way in with a satisfied “aaah.” Then giving Eric a moment to feel every wonderful sensation of being filled, she started to fuck him in earnest. Soon sweat was dripping off her brow as she plowed his ass, which was opened up nicely by then. “Uh, uh, uh,” Eric grunted around Peter’s cock as Samantha ravaged his ass. Now it was his turn to be on the receiving end of his friends’ attentions. He bobbed his head up and down on Peter’s hard meat, feeling every vein, every bit of texture as it slid past his lips, his tongue and up into his throat. “Shit man, your mouth feels so good,” Peter said his eyes fixed on the hot scene in front of him; his beautiful woman fucking his friend up the ass as his cock was balls deep in his friend’s mouth. Samantha felt her nth orgasm slam up through her body as the force of Eric’s ass on the Injoyus pushed it against her vaginal walls in oh so wonderful ways. That was the way it happened when pegging her men, her orgasms came hard and fast, no gradual build-up. “Ohhh god, I’m cumming!” she cried out. “Cumming in your sweet ass!” Eric slammed his ass back against Samantha, grunting his want. “Cum in me you sexy woman, fill my ass with your she jizz.” “Bwaahh!” Peter brayed laughter. “She-jizz? Oh my god. That’s hilarious.” Everyone paused in the sexcapade to laugh off Eric’s cheesy phrasing. Samantha took that opportunity to pull out of Eric, having satisfied herself in his ass. Peter, seeing his woman come around to get below Eric, he got up and moved in behind his buddy, his cock eager to follow Sam’s path up Eric’s ass. Eric groaned as he felt his ass invaded by Peter’s much larger cock at the same time Samantha took him into her mouth. Her mouth was very different from Peter’s mouth. Her lips were softer for one, and she didn’t go as deep, but concentrated on his glans instead. So while he didn’t experience the eroticism of being throated, it felt, not better, but sharper, more intense, since all the nerves were at the head of his cock anyway. “Ohh your ass is so hot on my cock,” Peter said as he thrust himself deep into Eric. Eric’s anal ring was still very tight on his cock, and the heat inside was blistering. He loved this, his best friend and his beloved woman both being part of his deepest fantasies. Though in no way did his fantasy come close to the stupendous reality. Here he was balls deep in a tight ass after fucking his woman, after she fucked him. How could life be any better? Samantha ran a fingernail up Eric’s thigh, leaving a trail of fire on his skin; a trail ending at his balls as her hand caressed them while she licked and sucked his throbbing shaft. She could taste the copious pre-cum on her tongue as Eric’s prostate was pummeled by Peter’s big dick. “I’m gonna cum soon if you keep that up,” Eric warned the beautiful woman below him. “Well we can’t have that now, can we?” she asked, with an arched eyebrow. “So get up on the bed so I can suck your pussy,” he suggested. “Oooh me likey,” she purred, getting up off the floor to recline on the back of the divan right in front of Eric’s face; the perfect height. Eric wriggled forward, letting Peter keep his cock in his ass until he could lick a wet circle around Sam’s cunt, circles that orbited her inner folds over and over again. Samantha closed her eyes in bliss as her pussy was pleasured in a soft, tender manner, so different than the Injoyus, or even Peter. Eric’s attention was a bit more patient, probably because he’d already cum earlier, so had time and the exquisite enjoyment of Peter in his ass. He stroked himself as he licked deep into her juicy flesh. She tasted so good; it had been too long since he’d tasted a woman and had missed that salty tang. He sucked her clit into his mouth, making her shudder in enjoyment. It was a damn shame Wendy left him. He was amazing at this. “Oh damn, just like that,” she instructed as her body almost went weak at the amazing feeling. She felt his fingers caress her already electric flesh, bringing her to even higher levels of arousal. ‘Oh Wendy, what you gave up in him,’ she lamented in her mind. Peter watched in delight as his friend ate his woman’s pussy, without any thought of jealousy or envy. He knew what he was good at, and what he was getting better at. He also knew that he had nothing to complain about as Eric’s ass ate his cock over and over again. It felt so good to be in his tight hole, so much stronger than Samantha’s pussy or ass. She felt wonderful, yes, but only with Eric could he let entirely loose and fuck with complete abandon. Which he was doing now, sustained only by the fact that he’d cum just a couple hours ago. Otherwise we wouldn’t have lasted much more than a few minutes at this blistering pace. Feeling a degree of abrasive friction, he slowed down, and pulled out, Eric’s ass finally relenting and letting him go. He briefly saw his friend’s pink innards before Eric’s anus closed up on itself. He reached for the bottle of lube and put more on his cock, aimed back at his buddy’s sweet pucker and pushed back in with a sigh of pleasure. So hot and slick now, he glided up to the hilt with only a delicious resistance, which ebbed away as Eric relaxed again and took him deep inside. Eric pushed his as back ass Peter slid back up inside. “Yeah, get that cock back in my ass. Fuck me deep, man,” he coaxed even higher effort from the man plowing his ass. Eric then put his lips back on Samantha’s cunt, licking up under the complex, leaving his fingers to wander down to her asshole, slick with pussy juices and lube. And with a slow, careful pressure, he pushed a finger up into her ass. “Uhhhhh,” he heard her moan as she felt the new intrusion. He left his finger there, gripped by her tight ring; such an erotic feeling. He felt her pussy tighten on his tongue as her body relished the additional attention. Just a moment more…and there, her ass relaxed up a bit, letting him stroke his finger up into her a bit deeper. Soon he was fucking her ass with his finger as his tongue fucker her pussy. As her pleasure mounted, Samantha started bucking her hips into his mouth and hand, fucking both her cunt and ass back against his ministrations. He kept a deliberate, relentless pace matching her movements, slowly accelerating; faster and faster until. “Ohhh, shiiiiit,” Sam wailed as a trigasm tore through her body. Eric lost contact with her as she flailed on the cushion, her back arched in paroxysms of ecstasy. “That’s it man!” Peter shouted. “Give her everything! Break her into pieces!” Eric went back at her, pushing her past her limits and soon had her sobbing and panting, her body completely wracked beyond her control. “Waaahahh,” she wailed again as Eric’s power over her smashed into her again and again. “No more, pleeeeease,” she begged, losing her breath, her will to respond. But only when he felt her go completely limp did Eric let up on her abused body. His work done, her turned to his buddy and gave him the go-ahead signal. Both men carefully timed their breathing to finish off now, nothing left to sustain the heavy pace of their fucking. Peter responded by bearing down hard, eliciting a clenching, churning, roiling heat in his gut, connecting his cock with Eric’s ass, back up to his lizard brain. All restraint gone, he grabbed as his buddy’s body with bruising force and drove his endurance to the red line and more. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he grunted with each hammering thrust into Eric’s blasted ass. “Grrrrr,” Eric growled, taking the pleasure/pain with every muscle in his torso clenched tight. He was bleeding precum out his cock so copiously his hand was a completely soaked mess, dripping puddles of the stuff on the floor. It was almost too much, he was too tight everywhere to cum until he pushed past the crest. And with a roar, Peter exploded in Eric’s ass, pulse after pulse, draining him with each concussive detonation. That freed Eric as the pressure lessened just enough to give him release. “Fucking-grrahmmmm,” Eric hoarsely shouted as his cock erupted outward, spraying jets of cum onto the hardwood floor in a white stream. With an exhausted moan, both men stumbled toward the bed, leaving Samantha lying nearly comatose on the divan. The three of them lay collapsed in a sticky heap as the narrative of their epic sexathon came to a final quiet denouement. Once the stars in their heads subsided, Samantha, smacking her men on the ass, forced them to get up and wash off. When the bathroom was vacant, she followed on trembling feet, and cleaned herself off. They all then sat on the bed, and looked at each other, saying nothing, just basking in the glow that only sex of biblical proportions can deliver. But they couldn’t stay there indefinitely. It was Peter who broke the moment. “Well,” he started in a quiet, almost reflective tone, “that seemed to do the trick.” His companions burst out in laughter at his oh-so understated assessment of what had transpired over their entire escapade. They let the laughter wash over their psyches, almost cleansing them of any doubts, any thoughts of the future. Now was all, and all that mattered. Eric gathered his things and they all slowly got dressed. He had to go downstairs to the living room for the rest of his clothes, forgotten on the armchair opposite the sofa. “It’s late man, are you good to drive home?” Peter asked, his arm around his beloved Samantha. Both of them still flushed from their amazing experience. Eric nodded. “I’m good,” he reassured them. It was nearly 4AM, but he felt strong again, energized by his powerful metabolism. Peter and Samantha both gave him a hug, warm, affection, grateful. “Thank you Eric, for all of tonight,” Samantha said. “You made Peter, both of us, very happy. We couldn’t ask for a better friend.” “Same here,” Eric responded, smiling. He reached for the door. “Until next time,” Peter called as his friend stepped out onto the front walk. Eric put a hand up and made to hold his buddy off. “Uhh, yeah. Gimme a week to heal first,” he countered with a mock grimace and a pretend tired-cowboy stroll down toward the street. He heard his friends’ laughter follow him to his car as he got in and went home. He reflected on what had happened, how far he’d gone from his earlier plan to move on, make a new path for himself that didn’t depend on Peter so much. Now had he gone backward, and more? Now was he irretrievably tied to Peter and Samantha? How could he have a future with the two of them? Polygamy? Or him being single and forever a third wheel; well appreciated yes, but always on the outside of the trio? The streets were quiet at that late hour, and he made quick time back to his quiet neighbourhood, too quick for ruminating on such thoughts while letting his mind and body go on autopilot; of course too short a span to come to any conclusions. He’d just have to think about his future over the next few days and weeks. He couldn’t stay in this limbo forever, but nor could he deny the unquestioned chemistry between the three of them. Any growth, any gains he made would, he feared, result in some sort of cost, one that he was reluctant to pay it seemed. He turned onto his street and pulled up to his driveway. There was, once again, a car parked in front of his property, and this one seemed familiar. But putting the thought out of his mind, he parked and got out. It was only when he rounded the trees in front of his house did he see the figure huddled in a sleeping heap on one of his front recliners. Stephanie’s black hair fell from her face as she stirred, still curled against the cool night air, but coming awake at hearing his arrival in her sleep. She opened her eyes and met his puzzled gaze with a look of such hurt and longing he was swept away, all thoughts of what had transpired at Peter’s house gone in a flash of shock and surprise. “Hi Eric,” she said quietly. “You’re… kidding,” was all he could stammer in reply.