Calvin Klein's & Confidence

In my early twenties, as an emerging self-sufficient being, I had two warring proclivities: I wanted to have detached, adventurous sex of a variety of natures and partners; and I wanted to date my friend Max, who was a friendly but sardonic boy-next-door type with a tendency to wade in the role of brother-figure. We first got close while at university after knowing each other peripherally as kids. The appeal of him might have been that I always felt safe in his presence, but I so detested craving that safety. I wanted to fuck, not cozy up with my buddy. I wanted my cake and to eat it too, to use a pointedly sexual phrase.

For much of my early adulthood, I resolved to suss out my instincts, and I dated around while assuming Max and I would connect organically at some point. The problem was having to watch him fall in and out of love with other girls, while also gauging his reactions to my own romps. We had few secrets between us, but the spark we both felt remained unspoken. What I hadn't yet learned is that an organic connection can be coaxed. Rachel taught me that. It's almost like she came back into my life with the express purpose of sharing that crucial lesson.

I dated a string of hot men, most of whom were idiots or assholes or both. Max was always intent to find the easiest reason to loathe them openly, and even in the rare case of a decent man, he dug deep and aired his misgivings. This got to be exhausting and so I grew to withhold details of my personal involvements.

Especially Richard, who began as a reliable office fuck-buddy and became my boss. At that point, our meet-ups only occurred when he texted me first. It didn't feel like there was a power imbalance at play because when we first hooked up we were peers. But of course there was. And when I was passed up for a promotion in favour of a restructuring that put Richard at the executive level and netted him a seven-figure salary, it was suddenly clear.

I got a bit depressed then, but because I'd kept Max in the dark about that relationship (and especially didn't need his I told you so now), I couldn't turn to my friend for support.

So for a while I gave in to the accepted treatment of me. I showed up, on call, to fuck Richard at his showy new mansion. He was a good lay, granted - a rugged, muscular physique and a cock like a cricket bat. Plus he actually loved to eat pussy, which might have been about his need to impress, but whatever, I benefited.

Gradually the imbalance showed during my visits. Foolishly, I would offer to cook for him, and that evolved into me keeping his house tidy. Before I knew it, I was acting as his personal open-legged assistant. And without Max to comfort me, I only sank lower. A particularly low point was when Richard asked me to make his bed and myself scarce because he had a date coming over. He texted me to come back over later that night - and I went.

Not to make this a sob story. I broke free from Richard and that hopeless job soon enough. Rachel helped with that too. I'd known her years before at camp and we hadn't talked in ages, but I stumbled onto her while investigating the mystery girl Max had recently been seeing.

First you have to know about this cam couple I liked to watch. Jesse and Craig. For a while my routine was to leave Richard's, having felt so used and objectified that I'd been unable to orgasm, and return home and get myself off watching this gorgeous married couple fuck online. God, they were hot, and really really raunchy - lots of hardcore play, with nothing off-limits, including third parties. What turned me on most was their equal willingness. I got the sense they were both enjoying it. And that's what I craved.

I was out to lunch with Max and things were quite ordinary. We always had a flirtation, but it stayed ever-safe, and so it did feel boundary-crossing when I found myself talking about my tastes in porn. And I only had myself to blame. I spotted Jesse and Craig across the pub and, totally starstruck, I couldn't help pointing them out to Max. I'd outed myself, and he gave me a requisite ribbing about it, but not in an unfair way. I was shocked when he revealed that he knew them personally. They were friends of a girl he'd gotten to know, and though it was against our unspoken pact to not discuss such things, there we were discussing it.

"It's not serious," he said, adding, "At least, I don't think it's serious. Not in an attached way. She's a total free-spirit."

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Rachel," was all he said, leaving the door open for me to do a more thorough probing on my own time.

Of course I couldn't do that before visiting Jesse and Craig's profile for the millionth time. Seeing them in person had charged me to peak-need. I called up a video I'd revisited many times. It begins with Craig asleep, naked with sunlight shining over him. Jesse enters in white lingerie, hand in hand with a petite little redhead, also in white lingerie and a matching masquerade mask. Jesse gestures to the redhead that she can climb onto to the bed, which she does, and before Craig even stirs, she has his cock in her mouth. The video finishes with a gleeful covering of cum. Even after I've gotten myself to where I need to be, I always scroll ahead to see their happy faces.

Then I set about discovering this Rachel. There was nothing to be found within Max's Facebook friends, so I decided I'd have to take my investigation on the road. Max said he met her at the shop where she worked. He didn't say where the store was, but I did have a birthday card from Max I could trace rather easily. This led me to the Rachel I knew. I recognized her right away, as she did me. She had a cute, angelic face, a tiny nose piercing and a chic dye job.

"Oh my god, what a small world," I said. I just meant running into her made the world small, not the Max if it all, which actually didn't click right away. I almost said, 'Does another Rachel work here?' when I realized she was the one I'd been searching for. Instead I said, "I think we have someone in common."

"Of course it's you," she grinned. "A smaller world never there was."

She was about to finish her shift anyway and the two of us rounded the corner for a cocktail and to catch up. Rachel had an effervescent ease, and she touched my arm a lot when I talked, as if my most benign comments were fascinating.

After a drink and a half, I gave in to the suspense. "So you and Max."

"Is that okay, by the way? The last thing I want is to get in your way."

"No no," I denied. "You're both free to do whatever you like."

"But it does get in the way, doesn't it?"

I hesitated to respond, eventually saying, "Well..."

"So you're not a couple, but you'd like to be?"

"I don't even know if that's what I want."

"If it helps, Max and I are not doing the feelings thing. It's just..."

"Physical."

"I enjoy platonic connections. Having fun with friends. I've always been like that."

"That reminds me, do you remember..."

"Oh I remember."

"Holy fuck, that night. Did you ever figure out who your partner was?"

"No, you?"

"No," I said.

"I always wondered..."

"What?"

[See my previous story "Camp Friends" to better understand this reference. In short, Jane and Rachel participated in a blindfolded lesbian orgy with the other camp employees]

"I don't want to say." Rachel was being coy, not bashful.

"Say what?"

"I just always had a hunch maybe you were my partner."

Suddenly I had a new strand of self-consciousness. If Rachel had thought about me each time she recalled the night of our mythic lesbo camp group activity, had she thought good things? Was her sense of me that I was good? The ironic thing was that I was pretty sure she was wrong.

"I don't think I was, Rachel. I'm pretty sure I heard you make a noise from across the room."

"Hmm," she pondered. "Nevertheless, I'm pretty sure we fucked that night."

I blushed. "I really don't think so. But, out of curiosity, was your partner good?"

"She was amazing. You were amazing."

"It wasn't me!"

"Prove it," she dared.

"How do I prove it?"

"Come home and lick my clit and I'll know for sure."

"Yeah, right," I said, calling her bluff.

"Or I'll lick yours. Or both, ideally."

I don't know at what point I stopped thinking Rachel was joking. But we did not order a third drink. Instead we went to her apartment.

She came home, at first, the way anyone does: tossing keys into a bowl on the table, kicking shoes aside, and fetching a drink of water. She offered me one too, and thus began her hosting persona. She laid down the needle of her turntable and Al Green began crooning from hidden speakers in every direction. She put her hands on either side of my hips, gently clawing at the shape beneath my sundress.

"You're in control," said Rachel. "Nothing beyond exactly what you want."

I can't explain it. But this was (and possibly still is) the sexiest thing I'd ever heard, and it was all that was necessary to launch my mouth against hers. I was taller than her, and the last time I kissed a girl, we were lying down. It was suddenly apparent how different it felt to make out with my neck tilted downward. I felt powerful, indeed in control.

Rachel tasted sweet and soft, but I was not instantly triggered by any sensory memory of her lips. Then again, time had passed and I certainly kissed differently now. When first our mouths retracted, she let out the faintest whimper, and stepped back, subtly padding away my saliva with her tongue.

"Want to come to my bed?" she asked.

"Show me where," I said. I walked behind her and watched as she peeled off her top and pants.

By the time we reached her bed, she turned back to me and we began kissing again. Rachel wore a flesh-toned cotton g-string with a little black bow at the top, and a black bra that pushed to make her tits look heavenly. I touched her and her skin was like silk. She dropped from my lips again and sat on the edge of her bed, now all the lower. Pulling my body close, Rachel began kissing over my dress, grabbing my ass and running her hands down my legs and up under the hem. When her touch arrived at my underwear, I had a halting realisation and carefully withdrew her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, smiling.

"You look so cute," I said.

"Thanks!" This seemed to please her.

"I wasn't expecting this, and I am not... ideally garmented."

Rachel let out a huge laugh. "What are you talking about?"

"I was just lazing around my house when I came to find you." Gesturing at my lower region, I added, "I'm not wearing anything special."

"I'll be the judge of that."

"You're sure?"

She leaned back, with her arms bracing against the bed. "Do I not seem sure?"

"No, you do, but..."

"You're in control, my love. I want to take off your dress, but you have to let me."

"Okay," I said. Her affirmations of my role in this way were so invigorating, and maybe it was a manipulation, but hell, it worked. On a dime, I suddenly wanted to be stripped down by Rachel.

She took the hem of my dress in her hands and raised it. Still sitting, she paused to inspect my bottoms. Plain, white Calvin Klines. Cotton. No lace, no frills, no cut above or within the bum. These panties were comfortable, and I never considered them a sexual article. But judging by Rachel's reaction, I was wrong.

"Holy fuck, you're the hottest person I've ever seen."

She rose to her feet, bringing my dress up with her, and I manoeuvred to help her remove it over my head. My bra was ordinary too. Cotton, white and untextured. Awkwardly, I asked, "This isn't a turn-off?"

Rachel looked me in the eye, dead serious, and said, "Wear these every time we fuck and I'll be a very happy girl."

"Every time?" I repeated, shyly.

She kissed me again, and together we fell into the bed. The moment we went horizontal, something felt familiar. But I couldn't know if it was because I'd done this with Rachel before, or if it was because I'd done this with another woman before. Her hair messed against the sheets, and mine did too. We rolled as our passion heightened, and when Rachel next was on top of me, I reached to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts against my body. She smiled against my lips and I smiled back when she quickly fought to reciprocate.

In spite of my little self-esteem vacancies and the whole fucking my dickhead boss indiscretion, I'd actually grown to be quite confident in my physique by this point. I have a very slim figure, and markless legs and buttocks. Plus my tits are impeccable. All this to say, I was only getting more comfortable having my underthings removed. Rachel lunged forward, dropping my back against her mattress with some force, and swiftly slid her hands beneath my ass. I hoisted up slightly to aid her, and she yanked off my panties, rendering me completely naked on her bed.

Sensing her next move was to lower her tongue to my clit as promised, I preempted her, wrestling upward, overtaking her and dropping her to the sheets. For the briefest second, Rachel looked up at me not with lust but with taken submission.

I tore off her thong so fast she couldn't even move to assist me, and in the next breath I was running my tongue against her delicious slit. Two things happened when I first made contact: Rachel yelped to ensnare a fleeing gasp, and I became convinced Rachel was my partner at camp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," panted Rachel in no time. She crooked her knees and grasped at the top of my head. Upon inhales, I took my fingers to her pussy, sliding in and rubbing circularly at the ridge just within her. A few times, her hips twitched, lifting her ass right off the bed. In these moments I firmly returned her to a land, and carried on treating her to my best oral effort. It was like I was compelled to satisfy a debt - this person had shared in my most formative sexual experience years ago. She made me feel like never before. It was my absolute pleasure to return the favour.

Rachel came against my mouth and I breathed in her juices with pride.

She took only the time needed to collect herself and not a moment more. Subverting expectations, she did not have me lay on my back. Instead she told me to kneel and face away from her. I leaned my hands against the headboard and pointed my ass toward her, and felt as her face pressed into my rear. She tongued low, inspiring an instant tremble of my leg as she inserted her agile lick into my opening.

"Ohhhh fuck, that feels so good."

Then Rachel's tongue travelled higher, and she began eating my ass. I'd never experienced this before, and I'd never expected I would like it. Wrong again. I felt a wave of bodily sensation pulse through my lower half and I came in a matter of seconds. She didn't stop through this, all the while rubbing my clit with her finger and taking several long licks and cradling my ass in her hands. I was coming a second time before she took anything resembling a break.

What, at camp, had been an exhilarating journey away from all normal life, was now a connection so sure it almost felt fundamental, like Rachel and I were designed to interact in this way. Occasionally thoughts of Max would drift along, and that made sense too. Why shouldn't Max want to fuck this wiry little bombshell? I did, after all. And of the three of us, I felt just a tad jealous of Rachel, not because she was fucking Max, but because she was the only one getting to fuck everyone. I'd have to rectify this. But first we sixty-nined. There were a few variations on this, involving both of us on top at some point, but where we nestled longest and through the next orgasms was side by side, in a ying-yang intersection.

After some more dizzying play, we broke and Rachel cooked me dinner. I had begun to put my dress back on but she begged me not to. We compromised and I wore my white panties and an open flannel shirt she lent. Rachel put on fresh undies, a little athletic thong, and a short silk robe. We ate noodles on the couch and gabbed like old friends, with nothing abnormal between us.

"What's your dating life like?" she asked.

"Lately? Pathetic. I'd been casually seeing a guy at work, and then he got promoted. Like, extremely promoted. Now we fuck and it makes me want to jump off a cliff."

"I hate hearing that. He treats you badly?"

"He doesn't treat me at all, unless it suits him."

"Let's get revenge."

"Whoa there," I chuckled.

"You're in control," reminded Rachel, this time with a nonchalance.

"You're sweet," I said, and I leaned in and kissed her. She blushed.

"So why not go after Max then?"

"You're with Max."

"Look, I'm not with Max. Not like that."

"Not like what?"

"Well, you're in love with him, yes?"

I had not allowed myself even the notion up to this point, and I was not about to sully this free rendezvous with some sad dip into unrequited love blather. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Rachel.

"Is Max good in bed?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes. If he's bad, I can pivot now and get over him. If he's good, then bully for you. You deserve it."

Rachel smiled and said, "Yeah, he's insanely good. He can go all night, he's gentle but firm, his tongue is reptilian, and his dirty side isn't as deep down as it seems."

"Well, shit."

"What's wrong?"

"Now I want to fuck him more than ever."

Rachel beamed, a glimmer in her eye. Maybe she just needed to hear me say it. She proposed an idea, and if I wasn't convinced at first, after she fucked me in the bathtub, I was completely sold.

***

Those years ago, my fellow camper Kelly was really on to something with her whole ethos about playful, unattached intimacy among friends. Maybe Rachel adopted it as her lifestyle and spent the time since amassing a small group of people with whom she enjoyed indulging in nature's most joyous activities. After our first reunion, I was happy to become one of her most special friends, and moreover, I was intrigued by the idea that I could have the same connections with friends of my own. Namely Max.

Rachel and I came up with a plan to make this happen. We would surprise him with the news that we were old pals, and Rachel would use her reliable forwardness to instigate a sexual encounter for the three of us. We figured it would be an easy enough sell-job, if we disarmed him in skimpy outfits or underwear and lured him into a group shower. Then, once the erotic ice was broken, we'd be free to carry on to our hearts' content. We didn't have all the finer details worked out yet. For example, where would we stage this caper? Who had the roomiest shower and bed? How soon could we pull this off because I was clamouring? We'd figure it all out in time.

The real problem remained my own confidence, or lack thereof. I'm a great lay and I look good wet, but the spontaneity of it all was really not my forte, and my only experience with sex involving more than two people was that final night at camp - and I was blindfolded. So Rachel proposed a practice session to give me a feel for the dynamics.

"You mean you and I could fuck someone else first?"

"Exactly."

"Who?" I asked, still a bit scandalized.

"I have a couple people in mind."

When she said this, I assumed she meant she knew a couple different people who, separately, might each be fair options, and that I could help her choose. I never imagined she meant she knew a couple, an existing pair, who, together, could join us for a foursome. I also forgot up to this point that I learned about Rachel and Max in the first place when he revealed to me that he knew Jessie and Craig through the girl he was seeing.

Imagine having the chance to fuck your porn crushes? Would you even want the opportunity or does a fantasy belong a fantasy? As Rachel pointed out, the whole exercise was just a step toward actualizing another fantasy entirely, so clearly I could be convinced. That's how I ended up in a borrowed silk nighty, alone on a California King bed, awaiting the first of my three playmates' entrance.

Rachel and I arrived together. I'd spent the afternoon prepping my body meticulously, removing every trace of hair below the neck, applying lotions and soft fragrances to every inch, and selecting the perfect underwear to show Jessie and Craig I was fiercely sexual. This was no occasion for Rachel's favourite cotton whites, although the lingerie I chose was pearly in colour. The set was delicate and sparse, and covered up only barely by my sluttiest dress, which I soon removed anyway.

The four of us shared a cheers and a bottle of white wine, after which Jessie showed me the bedroom where my nighty hung against a standing mirror.

"Slip into that and get comfortable on the bed," she said. "We'll join you one at a time shortly."

To be clear, we were not filming our night for their online channels, and it pleased me to know my favourite couple were still sexually adventurous off the clock. Still, I might have been convinced to wear one of those lacy masks and get online with them. The idea of all this being watchable was intoxicating. For all the excitement, I did not feel nervous. Rachel had primed me into the most willing and eager of life's passengers.

The doorknob turned and, gracefully, Jessie returned to me. I expected Rachel to join me first, after all we were the guests. But for now it would be just me and this blonde knock-out. Jessie was leggy and toned, not unlike me. Her features were Nordic, but her complexion rosy, and her eyes were narrow and ever-seducing. She was dressed differently from minutes before, now in a short silk robe, open at the sash and revealing her pale pink bra and panties. She crossed the room with absolute purpose, climbed onto the bed and got right up close.

"Are you excited?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes. So excited."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

I felt myself go flush. "Yes, please."

"Do you want my husband to fuck you?"

"Yes, please."

"Good. We're here to make your dreams come true."

Jessie leaned in and we kissed longly. She placed a hand on my upper chest and pushed me down, landing me on my back. But she did not straddle me nor fondle me. Instead she retracted the sash from her robe and held it forward.

"What's that for?" I asked with a hunch.

"Put your hands over your head,"

I complied and breathed Jessie in as her reach surrounded me and she raised the silk nighty above, rendering me in only underwear on her bed. Then she fastened my wrists to a rung of the headboard. The knot was comfortable but tight enough that I couldn't undo it by wriggling. I think it was anticipated that I would wriggle a bit. She laid a hand against my cheek and dragged it down my body as she pulled away, her fingers lifting off at the mound of my panties. Jessie stepped off the bed and turned toward the door.

"Where are you going?" I begged.

She answered only with a grin and exited the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. A moment later, Craig entered fully naked. There was no part of his body I hadn't seen a thousand times on a tiny screen, but the size of cock in real life was startling. It hung low, not yet hard but hardly unflattered by its neutral state. His body was insanely muscular and waxed all over. His hair was quite short on the sides and tidy on top, featuring flecks of grey. Craig was older than me, although it wasn't clear by how much. He was older than Richard too, and his approach evoked a confidence that he was superior in every which way.

He smiled warmly, enough to let me know I was safe, but not so much that the heat was compromised. As he neared, I instinctively raised my knees to a crook and I was sure to keep them wide and welcoming.

Craig ascended onto the bed and immediately took my waist into his hands, lifted my bum off the sheets, and peeled away my panties. He dropped them like a candy wrapper and, holding my body up, he ploughed his face into my pussy. I didn't even have to help, he supported me fully, which was good because the command of his tongue submitted me to a practically limp state of being. Craig's hands snugly grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart just enough to allow him oral access.

"Holy fucking shit," I yelped as he devoured deeper.

When he returned my ass to the surface, he took hold of my legs, guiding them by the lower thighs into a full bend so that my knees were up against my tits, and my entire under region was exposed to him. As he caught his breath he surveyed me down there. I knew I looked good. I almost came as he ate me out in that position, but just before my cries peaked, he rose to a kneel and positioned his centre in line with mine. I wanted to take his cock into my hand but I remained bound by the wrists. I would have taken him any way he wanted, but I was most excited to have him in my throbbing, wet pussy.

He grabbed himself and pumped just a couple times to complete his hardening, then he slapped my pussy with the rod and saw my juices glisten.

Like with his tongue, he commenced the act authoritatively, sliding his full length inside me in a quick motion. "Oh, my god," I whispered as I felt his warm member travel up within and begin rocking in steady heaves. His pecs and arms looked as hard as the best of him and I ached to run my hands all over. But all I could do was experience the immense pleasure and stare back at this adonis of my fantasies who was fucking me for real and like the professional he was.

When Craig was into a steady rhythm, I saw the doorway darkened by more breathtaking nudity. Jessie was entering, her breasts as lucious and perky as in all the videos, and her hungry little slit freshly dampened by Rachel's saliva. Rachel followed Jessie in, and she was naked too. I'd been too involved in the wonderment of Craig to hear the sounds of these two angels beginning on their own in the next room. They parted at the foot of the bed and each boarded from opposing sides.

When the women were close enough to reach me, Craig thrusted inward and made me come louder than I'd ever done in my life.

"Ahhhwwwyeahhh," I shrieked. "Yeah yeah yeah yeahhh!"

My eyes opened again and I caught Rachel, who looked utterly delighted by my outbreak. She was comfortably leaning back, rubbing her clit and biting her bottom lip. That was the last thing I saw before Jessie threw a leg over my face and lowered onto me, full-sit. She rode my tongue as I licked and prodded to the best of my instincts. I was thrilled to finally be able to offer pleasure to someone else, but I was nervous too. The pressure to please Jessie was tremendous. Indeed, I wanted to please all of them so badly.

The taste was almost like lavender, and the view was only fleeting glances at Jessie's tight little ass from an inch away, but it was glorious. I could hear her heavy breathing and this made me proud. In my time beneath Jessie's pussy, I heard all three of my bedmates groaning happily at some point or another.

Through this, of course, Craig continued fucking me masterfully. I came a second time, forcing a yelp into Jessie's underneath, at which point she dismounted and Craig withdrew. They fell back slightly and, at last, Rachel untied my hands from the headboard.

As soon as I was free, I sprung forward, kissing her deeply and reaching between her legs to caress her yearning bits. She embraced me and unhooked my bra so I could finally join them in full nakedness.

Jessie lowered again, to an all-fours position, and Craig began fucking her from behind. As if she knew the choreography, Rachel copied Jessie's position, pointing her ass to Jessie's mouth, and then I followed suit, crawling back to the top of the bed, and backing my tush into Rachel's face. I was happy to get to catch my breath, and god knows Rachel could eat my pussy like she was born to, but it was hard for me to see the wonderful chain of satisfaction we'd created, and I was glad when quickly Rachel trembled to a collapse and repositioned with her back down so Jessie's could keep eating her out like that.

This freed me to sit on Rachel's face and watch all three of them before me.

Next to come was Jessie, who gasped silently and then exhaled once longly. She wasted no time twisting around to pile Craig's dick into her mouth. Rachel, not one to be left behind, climbed toward them and joined Jessie at the cock. They slurped on either side of it, and took turns deep-throating and sucking on his balls. For a moment I was content to watch these perfect women fawn over Craig, their asses and pink pussies staring back at me. Eventually I convened, plodding my way between them and using either hand to stroke their tails to make my presence known. They made room and I lowered to Craig's cock, taking my turn to plunge it into my mouth. Rachel and Jessie worked all around it, and made out with each other any time their fixations crossed over. Whenever I drew him out and teased the tip, I made sure to kiss the ladies each.

This was uncontestedly the largest cock I'd ever sucked, but I was proud to keep my gag reflex in check, gradually teasing it deeper and deeper until my lips were up against the base and Craig's tip was contacting my tonsils.

After a while of this, Jessie tapped me on the shoulder and softly said, "He's going to come." With his rod still down my throat, I looked side to side, unsure if she was warning me against swallowing his load. I wouldn't have minded, but then Rachel clarified.

"Don't hog it all," she said.

I slid my lips back and Craig began pumping himself and aiming. Jessie and Rachel were sitting on folded legs with their tits pointed out, and I slotted into the space between them and aped the position just in time for Craig to shoot his come all across our chests. He growled through the release, Jessie moaned as if his orgasm stimulated her by proxy, and Rachel just laughed her joyous laugh. He coated us evenly, and Jessie was quick to lean forward and return his cock to her mouth so she could lick up the remainder.

Even having come twice already, I was in a hall of fame turn on, and Craig's coming had me momentarily disappointed that we might be finished. But I got an idea to keep things going by treating Rachel to the orgasm she'd yet to enjoy. I pinned her to the bed and crawled on top of her, kissing her mouth first, then her nipples and down to her pussy. I stayed there in absolute focus, keen to include her asshole, determined to make her feel like she was in heaven.

"Oh, you're amazing," she breathed. "How are you so good?" And when she came, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yesssss!" she grabbed my hair and tugged and I swear I felt a tiny orgasm of my own, even without anyone actively pursuing it for me.

When Rachel had calmed and I came up for air, I was ecstatic to discover that Craig and Jessie were not finished at all. In fact they had fetched something that would allow us to step it up a notch. Jessie was no longer nude. Though entirely otherwise, she now wore a strap-on affixed with a ten-inch pink dildo.

"Who's first?" she asked.

I might have hesitated anyway, but Rachel shot her hand up like she'd been waiting for it the whole time.

"Both of you bend over," Jessie told Rachel and I.

We obeyed, shoulder to shoulder, our backs to the ceiling. Jessie coated the silicone in lube and began probing it against Rachel's pussy. I watched her eyes roll back as her lower half swallowed it up. At the same time, Craig, who had rallied in record time, lined up next to Jessie and began fucking me again. He felt warmer and even more compatible this time. Maybe I'd been better primed. We fit together like sockets.

He and Jessie were quickly able to sync up so that their pumps were in unison, which meant Rachel and I bobbed forward in unison also. This allowed us to lean toward each other and make out, although we routinely broke contact to loudly vocalize our pleasure.

"I'm going to c--" whined Rachel, cut-off by a vigorous thrust. "I'm going to co-oo-om-mm-me," she resolved before seizing into flaccidness and quivering to the rhythms of her orgasm and Jessie fucking her.

This must have sent Craig go over the edge, because in succession, I felt him pull out of me. Speaking for him, Jessie asked, "Where should he come?"

Still on my knees, I perked my ass in the air, turned my head and said, "Come inside me!" Without a second's hesitation, Craig pushed his cock back in and got back to thrusting.

"Yesss, come inside me, baby," I said. "I want you to so bad." In no time, his member pulsed, and a warmth shot out, filling my insides with his thick, lucious come. The sensation inspired the start of another orgasm for me, and Craig and I came together, continuing to drive our bodies in and out. I remained in mid-heat, and I saw Rachel collapse to the bed beside me, with Jessie having just ejected.

Craig then fell out of me also, and filling the gap immediately, Jessie replaced him, landing her spectacular toy within my slit and in the gush of her boyfriend's fresh deposit.

While my climax petered into exhaustion, Craig rounded behind Jessie and ate her ass while she fucked me. I couldn't possibly know who let out the final long breath. Rachel and I lay next to each other and kissed gently as Jessie removed her appendage and Craig fetched towels. As lucidity returned, it occurred to me that I'd just gotten to do what so many people only dream of. It's not more complex than the truth that fantasy becomes reality through sweet Rachel.

We left together, each just a little strained and exerted, favouring a slower gait.

"Has your group anxiety been sufficiently quelled?" she teased.

"And then some," I said.

"No harm in over-preparing. Going two on one with Max should be a cinch now."

I gestured back toward Jessie and Craig's place. "You didn't tell me it would be like that," I said.

"Trust me, they liked you. Not everyone is treated so well."

I was flattered by this although I'd been inspired with enough confidence to own my part. I invited Rachel to spend the night and we tried scissoring, simply because I mentioned I'd always wondered how it could work. Perhaps we were a bit tender, plus I was clumsy, but I certainly didn't hate it.

I woke up to an email from Richard. Leaving for the weekend. Mind the house and be ready for me when I get back. This was boilerplate. He regularly went away on business and expected to return to a clean home, a ready meal, and my absolute submission. The last part notwithstanding, I actually loved when he did it because it meant I got to stay in his bespoke mansion and luxuriate in all the spoils I so protested Richard deserving.

"Rachel," I said, as she stirred next to me. "I have somewhere special in mind."

She smiled and looked at me through bleary eyes. "For our diabolical plan? Aren't you wrung out after yesterday?"

Finally the minx myself, I smirked and shook my head. "Not a chance."

[See my story "Paper People Pooling Assets" to get Max's POV on what followed]

***

Things with Rachel progressed so quickly. Maybe it's that we knew each other in younger days and could pick up without pretence. Or maybe it had more to do with us getting so raunchy within the first hour of our reunion. Either way, she became one of my dearest friends in a matter of days, and the fact that I didn't have to slow-play my intentions with Max was a tremendous relief. Nevermind the fact that the woman Max was secretly meeting was now secretly meeting me too. How convenient for everyone.

I told Max I thought he and I were due for a proper catch-up, and that he should join me Friday night at Richard's house. He found the suggestion odd at first, but I assured him we would have it to ourselves - a lie I knew he wouldn't be angry to discover. I hadn't seen him since our lunch at the pub when he disclosed the Rachel affair. Rachel saw him on Thursday, and I admit I was jealous to know about it. But it wasn't possessive envy. After all, Rachel was directly helping to set me up with Max, which ruled out any worry that she might want him for herself. I guess I was annoyed to be missing out. I was as jealous of Max seeing Rachel and I was of her seeing him.

She met me at Richard's late on Friday afternoon, so we could set the scene before Max arrived.

"How was he yesterday?" I asked, trying my best to appear casual and aloof.

She was onto me immediately. "Can't help yourself, can you?" Rachel batted her eyelashes to tease.

"I'm just curious," I lied.

"I told you I could cancel if you wanted. But Max and I usually meet up on Thursdays, and I thought we agreed to act normal so he wouldn't suspect anything."

"Absolutely. I do agree with that. Nevermind. Forget I asked."

"You're very cute when you're jealous," said Rachel.

"I'm not jealous," I argued. "I mean, a little bit maybe. A healthy amount. More than that I think I'm just really excited to pull the curtain away."

She stepped toward me and laid hands upon my hips. "I love when you pull things away," she whispered. Then she leaned in and kissed me, but I interrupted her in spite of myself.

"He'll be here soon. Don't jump ahead."

Rachel sighed. "Fine. I guess I'll have to let yesterday tide me over a bit longer."

"Ah!" I jokingly covered my ears. "Stop! I admit it! I'm jealous, okay? Are you happy?"

She burst out laughing and pulled me close again. "You want to know what Max and I really did yesterday?"

"I don't know. Do I?"

"He played a video game while I sucked his dick, and then we traded spots, and I went home right after. It was hardly a romantic engagement. Just mechanical."

This did make me feel a bit better, although I liked a hearty amount of romance in my sex too. But Rachel insisted she had been using up all her most tender moves on me lately, save perhaps what she'd allotted for our pending threeway.

I put together a cheese plate for later and stashed it in the fridge, and then gave Rachel a quick tour of Richard's place. He might be the most repugnant man I ever fucked, but if I could be roughly taken by his house, I'd finally be a sated girl. Rachel was as enamoured by the brutalist features and impeccable decor as I expected. She surprised me by having a great eye for art, and she identified many of the hanging pieces by name.

Naturally, I saved the primary bedroom for last. Richard's bed was massive and the bedding was all pristinely white. I couldn't wait to mess it all up with my two friends. In here, the architecture of the home gave Rachel a fun idea. Scoping the panel windows, she noticed that, with the blinds up, this bedroom directly faced the secondary one across the yard.

"You want to get Max good and hard before we even start?" she asked coyly.

"Sure. How?"

"Send him to get his swimsuit on in that room, and we'll get ours on in this room, and pretend we don't know he can see us."

The very suggestion made me want to jump Rachel's bones right then. I'd never dabbled in voyeurism before, but the idea of Max watching me, seemingly innocently getting naked, was giving me all the best twinges of anticipation.

There remained one more essential phase of the plan that had to be handled before Max arrived. I had to quit my job. Hauling out my laptop, I opened a document I'd crafted earlier in the day - a thorough and vicious resignation letter to Richard in which I confessed to fucking someone else in his bed, a revenge he deserved after treating me so poorly. I explained that I'd wiped his security cameras and if he tried to make things difficult I'd expose him as the misogynistic creep he is. I used his printer to create a hard copy and I stuck it to his fridge where he couldn't miss it. I had absolutely no plan beyond that day, not a clue as to what I'd do next, but the mystery didn't scare me. The confidence I'd built allowed me to take life into my own hands. I was excited to make this final night at Richard's one that I enjoyed, one that put me first.

Max arrived just a few minutes late, which was no big deal, but it was enough to send me into a nervous state.

"I bet he's not coming," I panicked.

"Relax," insisted Rachel. "Of course he's coming. He can't wait."

"What do you mean? He said that?"

"Yeah. He said he was excited to hang out with his friend tonight. I had to stop myself from saying me too."

Rachel was sprawling on a lounger by the pool. We contrived to face her away from the patio door so she could turn and reveal herself in dramatic fashion.

At last, the intercom signalled and I buzzed Max in. My nerves fell away as soon as I put my hand on the doorknob. It all led up to this, and my prevailing emotion was avid horniness, a practical desperation for my present company. We hugged and I led him inside. He too remarked on the beauty of the house, and I shrugged it off like it was nothing. We emerged onto the patio and Rachel turned, snapping Max into exactly the tizzy we wanted.

Rachel completely took control, never shying away from forcing an advancement or allowing us to get bashful. We needed Rachel, especially because Max had no idea just how much of a set up this all was. We decided to all go for a swim and I showed Max to the secondary bedroom, then Rachel and I retreated to the primary.

The room assignment was a clever part of our strategic plan. The layout of the house posed the two bedroom windows opposite each other, allowing a direct view from one into the other. We knew that Max could see us changing, we just had to maintain a coy illusion that we didn't know he was watching. It was a tame exercise in voyeurism. Rachel and I weren't going to get touchy yet or anything, but feeling Max's eyes on my body was getting me so hot. I pulled off my clothes and stood in my white underwear, angling optimally for the window. Rachel was the lesser shy, as usual. She selected a bikini from my assortment and freed her naked body without hesitation. I wanted to throw her on the bed right then, to touch and kiss her all over, to make her come. But all in good time. I got naked a little more bashfully. Of course I intended for Max to see me, but this would be the first time, and the threshold was surreal. Rachel tried to covertly peek across the patio into the room where he was changing and, to our disappointment, she found him to be turned in the other direction. This either meant he was oblivious to my exposed nudity, or he had seen me and consciously averted his stare. I only preferred the second alternative if it meant he was being gallant. I slipped into my skimpy bikini, the one that left the least uncertainty about my desires, and we returned to the pool.

After some conversational contrivances by Rachel, I found myself topless in the inner tube. We treated it like it was no big deal, but it was clearly a new checkpoint for Max and I. I was perfectly willing to improvise away from the plan we'd made. If, for example, my liberated tits had led to Max losing his trunks, we all could have gotten to business right there on the pool deck. But it wasn't surprising that he required more hand-holding than that.

We brought the subject around to dinner, and we resolved to shower off before ordering food. I led the other two to the huge bathroom off the primary bedroom, and I ran the rain chamber. We crowded in and Rachel carried on with her puppeteering. Before long, she and I were making out and the action was on. Max and I finally came into contact when he approached me from behind and untied my bikini bottoms, rendering me wet and naked before him. I felt my pussy throb and I reclaimed control by rotating and lowering to my knees. I tugged down his trunks and began blowing him faster than I could even take a proper look.

Next, we dried off and convened on the big bed. It really should be a blur. I was entirely submissive to the experience, too involved to save any specific memories. But I know exactly what happened, exactly how it looked, and I'm able to reiterate it now because I have Richard's security footage. Another of my most fantastical fortunes is alive thanks to Rachel, in that I can revisit this perfect night whenever I want.

I laid on my back while Rachel ate my pussy and Max fucked her from behind. She rotated to face upward and I sat up and lowered onto her face. From there, I was able to lean forward and sixty-nine Rachel at the same time as Max's cock was sliding in and out.

Eventually, we arrived at the moment I'd most anticipated, when I laid back down and welcomed him inside me. We fucked missionary for a while, and immediately after, swapped and I rode him. Later, there was a fun position involving Rachel and I straddled with Max tonguing us simultaneously. Funny enough, it was us two girls scissoring that pushed our shared suitor over the edge. He jerked himself off onto our tits, and we all hopped back in the shower.

Our three-member affair continued long into the night. When we eventually broke for dinner, our appetites long ignored, we ordered Thai food to the gate. None of us wanted to put on clothes even long enough to run the length of the driveway and back.

"Can you go?" I asked Rachel.

"You go!" she argued.

"Come with me."

"Oh, no," said Max. I'm not having you both get dressed.

"We can get naked again," I said. "We can eat naked if you want."

"So stay naked," he said.

Rachel and I looked at each other. Our hair matched in rustled messes, and our bodies glistened all over with sweat. When Rachel turned, a clear pink handprint was visible on her left ass cheek and I honestly couldn't remember in the moment who put it there.

We resolved to run out to the gate together. Our bare feet trotted along the brick path and the motion-sensitive light illuminated our nude bodies for Max's visual pleasure at the door. I keyed open the gate and a scrawny young man in a hoodie stood there with our dinner in a large paper bag. I felt myself blush, not in embarrassment, but in sheer joy. The delivery man was agape and speechless. He handed me the portable debit machine and Rachel kissed my neck and fondled my breasts as I paid.

"Thanks. Have a great night," I said, winking and powering on the gate closure mechanism.

The duration of the evening was spent in extensive physical bliss, and things only dialled down when our weary selves could take no more. We slept in a tangle of bodies, clung by a glisten of sweat and throbbing muscles. I awoke to Rachel's tongue on my clit once again. After breakfast and a minimal effort to tidy, I downloaded the house's security log to my flashdrive and erased everything save a one-second clip of Max coming on me and Rachel's faces. Between that and the details of my resignation letter, I think Richard got the picture because I never heard from him again.

Going forward, there was no shyness, no pretence about my draw to Max, or Rachel for that matter. All of us were free to do whatever we wanted to and around each other. I give them both their due credit in that realisation, but neither of them more than I give myself. I became the free woman I always dreamed of being. And at just the doorstep of freedom, there remains so much to explore.