The Three-Body Problem

I was out on a date when my phone beeped with that special pattern that belongs exclusively to Sly, my agent. Yeah, you heard right. I said a date. No, no, not the professional kind of date that I've written about before. I think of those as a part of my job or an assignment. I mean just an ordinary everyday boy-meets-girl date with a very nice guy I'd met out jogging one day last week. Yeah, I do date. Socially, I mean. In fact, I even have a life outside my day job with the law firm and my night job with Sly. I gotta admit it's occasionally a bit of a challenge keeping my alternate lives separate, but it's worth it to me. I like all of them (well, the law firm one isn't near as much fun, but it's a reliable income).

I know, you probably assume that I have plenty of dealings with men as a part-time hetaira (my classical word for it), and generally that's true, but those are professional gigs. Hey, at heart I'm really just an ordinary girl, and I sometimes enjoy simply being one, without all the trappings that go with my professional role. So, every so often when the opportunity arises, I like to go out on a plain date with a nice guy who has no idea what I do on other nights. Hell, sometimes I might even have sex with the guy. It makes his night, and I enjoy it, indulging myself without the pressure of my professional performance standards. The main difference is that I'm doing it just because I want to, and just for fun.

So anyway, here we were at this lovely cocktail lounge, one of those high-up ones that slowly rotates, giving spectacular views of the city at night. In the background was a pianist, gently tapping out soft tunes. At the moment she was playing a slightly jazzed-up version of the old standby "Since I Fell for You". Very pretty. Very romantic. Romantic. That's me. Can't help it. Sly says it's what makes me so good at my profession. Could be, I suppose.

I smiled apologetically to my date and said "I'm really sorry, but I gotta take this. I'll be right back."

He looked puzzled but smiled and said "No problem. You're worth the wait."

Like I said, nice guy.

I got up and made for the ladies' room. I felt his eyes follow me. With the aid of my scandalously expensive but well-fitted little black cocktail dress, dark stockings and high heels, I gave him a show. Set him up for later. I'd already decided on that. He'd earned it.

"Jesus, Sly," I said when I answered the phone. "What the hell. Can't it wait 'till tomorrow? I'm out with a friend."

"Yeah. 'friend', hunh? Y'know, Babe, I still can't get used to the idea of you givin' it away for free."

"Fuck you," I said, mildly nettled. "My life, my business. Has it ever interfered with my work?"

There was a pause.

"I guess not," he finally said reluctantly. "It just don't feel right, that's all. Business is business."

"Tough," I said. "Deal with it. Look, I haven't heard you complaining when you've been on the receiving end, anyway. Now, why are you calling me at this hour?"

"It's because I need an answer tonight, Princess. I got a potential here as needs an answer about a possible date for tomorrow night, and I didn't want to commit you on that short a notice."

Hmm. That helped. I appreciated Sly's consideration. He's my agent, as I said, and generally I've given him the freedom to make dates for me without consulting me on those occasions when he doesn't have time to clear it with me. He's been good about not abusing that because he respects me as a partner and as a person. Usually, too, when he does make a date without clearing it with me, he gives me enough notice to let me free up a day or an evening.

He and I are pretty much co-equals in our little partnership and have been since the time he extorted me into having sex with him and some of his buddies. I know how weird that sounds, but I'd never done anything like that before, and once I got over the anger, I realized that both the sex and the adventure appealed to me and that I was pretty good at it. Sly had been in the sex business before and knew talent when he saw it. Y'know, when somebody who's supposed to know tells you your good at something you like doing, you'd be advised to listen. So It didn't take much on his part to convince me to partner up with him. It's been a fun and profitable ride ever since, and I've never looked back.

"Okay," I said, somewhat mollified. "What's the deal?"

"Married couple. Tired of the same old same old. Lookin' for thrills. Can do?"

"The old 'three-body problem', hunh?"

"What the fuck is 'the old three-body problem'?"

"Three bodies interacting gravitationally. Generally thought to be insoluble. Leads to unpredictability, even chaos. I learned about it in a science requirement once."

"Jesus Christ, Princess! The shit you come up with. What the hell did you do in college, anyway?"

"The usual. Fornication and drinking. Isn't that what you think it's all about?"

"Like I give a shit. You in for this or not?"

"Tomorrow night? Hmm. Okay, tell them yeah. I'm betting I can solve the three-body problem okay, at least for them."

"Whatever, Babe. Hey, if anyone can solve it, you can. Good girl." So says my manager and soi-disant coach.

Incidentally, sex that night was quite good. It let me forget about tomorrow's challenge for a few hours. And it gave my X-rated professional subconscious a chance to work on a few scenarios.

******

I was met at the door by the husband, whose name was Tom. Young, pretty good looking, he was. I couldn't imagine him having much of a problem with women, but then, why would he and his wife want my help?

His eyes widened and he said "Oh my. I gotta say, your agent didn't lie. We're gonna love this. Oh, and thanks for coming."

Well, that was nice. I appreciate a compliment as much as the next girl, and if there's an added thanks, so much the better. Nobody likes being taken for granted, even if you're getting paid.

"My pleasure," I said, with a smile. "Can you give me some idea of what you guys have in mind? It'd help me."

"Sure. Like I told your agent, we've been married a year, now, and both of us have been feeling like we need a little extra something to amp up our sex lives. We talked about it, and neither one wants to go off the ranch, so we thought of a professional."

"Okay. Anything else?"

He looked down for a moment and paused.

"Well, you asked. I'd like it if Tracy could take my cock in her mouth, but when I've hinted, she's shied away. I mean, she's a good lover, but that's just been a step too far for her."

"Hmm. I'll see what I can do. No promises, though. You don't want her mad at us if I push a surprise agenda too hard. Well, let's meet the wife, shall we?"

Tom led me through the apartment, which was quite stylish and nicely furnished. Another plus.

We entered the bedroom. Tracy was sitting on a chair next to the bed. She was quite pretty. She was dressed in a white blouse and a short tan skirt. The blouse flattered her ample and nicely shaped breasts, and the skirt revealed well-formed and athletic legs. She had long blonde hair and red lips. Altogether a very nice package. She tried to smile, but it was pretty clear she was nervous.

"Hi Honey," I said. "I'm Vicki, and you're lovely. I think we're going to have fun. Even more if you relax a little. I don't bite."

She essayed a tentative smile.

"Good," I said. "Now I'd like to see you and Tom in bed. Suppose you both take off some clothes first, whatever you're comfortable with."

Tom quickly stripped down to his underpants and climbed onto the bed, sitting up at the head. Tracy was less enthusiastic but eventually got down to panties and blouse. At Tom's invitation she got into the bed and leaned back against him. He took her head by the chin and turned her to him and kissed her reassuringly. After a second or two his kiss turned rather enthusiastic. Tracy at first accepted passively, but when Tom's hand partially unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her breast through her bra, she began to respond.

I watched for a moment or two and then took off my clothes. Tom watched, looking around Tracy's head. His stroking of her breast and his kissing went up a degree or two.

I knelt on the bed beside Tracy. I took her chin and turned her head away from Tom and toward me. I kissed her. She was startled at first, but then I felt her relax as I stroked her neck. I guided her back until she was leaning back against Tom. I slowly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. I leaned down and kissed her breasts as they swelled fetchingly above her bra and then reached around her and unsnapped the bra. With Tom's help I gently lifted it up and away from her breasts. They were just as I had imagined: young and firm, beautifully shaped, with pert little nipples on auburn areolas.

She sighed and melted back against Tom's chest as I kissed one breast while Tom teased the other nipple into erection.

I grasped her hips and slid her down until she was lying full-length on the bed with her head on Tom's lap. Her cheek rested against the bulge in his shorts. She was too distracted by the situation and the pleasant feelings from her breast, which Tom continued to stroke, to pay much attention to that, though. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow and steady.

I grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled downward. For a second she tensed up, but soon relaxed and raised her hips enough to let me get them down and slowly guide them off her long legs and onto the floor.

I placed my hands on the insides of her thighs and stroked them while I exerted just enough outward pressure to get her to spread her legs. I knelt down and kissed her groin just above her mound and then traced a path with my lips down and onto her pussy. It was soft and beginning to get moist. Most attractive.

I looked up at Tom. He smiled knowingly at me and continued to stroke her breast. His other hand went to his shorts and traced the outline of his cock through the material. He slipped his hand beneath the waistband and pushed it down to expose his stiff organ. If Tracy knew where this was going, she chose to ignore it. That was a good sign.

Tom continued to stroke Tracy's breast with one hand, while with the other he grasped his cock and aimed it at her lips. He looked down at me as if to say that he and I were in this together. Tracy's eyes remained closed, lost in an erotic dream.

I inserted my tongue between her vaginal lips. She gasped and then moaned softly. I licked her, tasting her sweet fluids. I really wanted to move on her, but I needed to give Tom time. Holding myself back, I watched while he brought the tip of his cock in contact with his wife's slightly parted lips. I saw Tracy's eyes fall on it and widen in surprise. That's when I kissed her clit and took it in my lips and sucked on it. She moaned. Her hips rose to meet my face.

I put my mouth over her lips while my tongue probed deeply into her and brushed her clit. She was openly moaning, now, her hips involuntarily rising to meet my face, feeling her climax approach. My hands grasped her hips and encouraged her movements.

Whatever inhibitions or reservations she might have had before about sucking Tom's cock evaporated, washed away in the tsunami of endorphins and dopamine already flooding her brain's pleasure centers from my attention to her clit. She was desperate for anything that was sexual that might enhance her pleasure. I looked up and saw her madly reach out for Tom's cock and envelop it with her mouth like a drowning person reaching for a life preserver. Her lips clamped tightly on the shaft and her cheeks drew in as she sucked on it like a starving infant at her mother's breast, sucking to draw its precious fluid into her. Her head bobbed back and forth, her lips sliding lovingly over Tom's glistening cock, making little liquid noises and breathing through her nose. Her eyes were again closed in ecstasy. Tom's hips were moving too, as he slid his rigid member in and out through her tight lips.

He turned sideways so that his hips were oriented toward his wife's face. He put one hand behind her head and gently stroked her soft hair, relaxing and encouraging her while she sucked his cock and yet at the same time surreptitiously preventing her from pulling away, though that didn't seem particularly likely at the moment. His eyes were glued to her glistening face, intently watching her work eagerly on his member, sliding up and down and sucking on it, lost in some erotic fantasy.

I had to get my timing just right, now. I wanted to bring her to a climax simultaneously with her husband, forming a link in her mind reinforced with powerful emotions.

I watched Tom's expression, and when I saw his eyes go unfocussed, I knew it was time. I sucked Tracy's clit, hard, and probed her with my fingers. She cried out, and I felt my face getting coated with her warm orgasmic discharge. Even as her hips writhed and she pulled me into her with one hand, with her other hand she grasped Tom's pulsating cock and held it firmly in her mouth as he came.

Tom moaned and held Tracy's head to his groin as his big cock pulsed and jumped, the big vein on the underside swelling as he pumped his massive load through it into the now very welcoming mouth of his young wife. I held tight to her writhing hips and kept kissing and sucking her clit even as I watched her throat pulse as she joyfully accepted bolus after bolus of her husband's hot sperm into her, moaning even as she swallowed it.

Eventually it was over. The two of them lay there as limp as rag dolls, breathing heavily, Tom's deflating cock remained loosely in his wife's mouth. She didn't seem to mind, and even idly sucked gently on it as he withdrew.

Clearly my work here was done. My clients were well satisfied, and I had a nice sense of professional satisfaction. But that was it, and just then it didn't feel like enough. I guess I was unprofessional enough to let it show, because I caught the silent signal between the two of them. Then they nodded, and Tracy rolled over and pointed with her chin to Tom's still partially erect cock. She smiled at me. Hell, I didn't need a second invitation.

My mouth was on that lovely instrument in seconds. Still coated with his semen and Tracy's saliva it slid easily and sweetly into my mouth. I used my well-educated tongue to coax it back into life for my enjoyment. It felt very good in there as it re-inflated.

I was paying all my attention to the warm cock, full of renewed energy, when I felt Tracy's gentle fingers probing and spreading my well-lubricated vaginal lips and her warm breath on my cheek. Oh my! This was most unexpected, but I sure wasn't about to complain. I just kept sucking. reveling in erotic pleasure at both ends of my body. Tracy's lips brushed mine where Tom's cock was sliding in and out through them. She kissed his pulsating cock, encouraging him to fuck me even more.

Impulsively she grasped my chin and pulled me off Tom's cock long enough to give me a passionate kiss. We could both taste Tom's semen. I enjoyed the kiss for a few seconds and then at Tom's urging returned to the waiting cock. Tracy pressed her cheek against mine and encouraged Tom to fuck both our mouths as he wished. She continued to probe my vagina with her fingers.

My breath was coming faster now. I circled Tom's cock with one hand and with the other guided Tracy's hand to where I wanted it on my vagina. She followed my lead, manipulating my nether lips, probing me and raising me to delightful heights of pleasure. Then, by intent or by accident, she squeezed my clit, and I lost it. I threw my head back and just gasped with pleasure and came, full on.

In the midst of my orgasm, Tom came. I felt his hot sperm land on my chin and then on my breasts, heightening my pleasure. I turned toward him with my mouth open to catch as much of his rich discharge as I could, but I was a bit late. I could feel Tracy watching in fascination as her husband's sperm spewed onto my face and neck and breasts, forming warm runnels there. I didn't care, it all felt so good. I could have lived in this happy place forever.

When it was done, I relaxed into Tom's embrace. I lay there, exhausted, while Tracy took the opportunity to lick my chin and breasts, cleaning off the last of her husband's pearly gift. Tom helped, wiping some off with his fingers and feeding it alternately to Tracy or to me. His well-used cock slowly deflated.

After we had all cleaned up, both of them saw me to the door. They were holding hands and looked so happy with each other, like a couple of newly-weds. They thanked me profusely. I really felt good about myself. Am I good or what! Hell, I had done what old Sir Isaac Newton himself had been unable to do: I had solved the three-body problem!!

God, I love this job!