First for All Three

This story follows a longtime married couple as they explore their fantasy of inviting another woman into their sex life for the first time. Along the way, all three discover that the experience holds a few unexpected firsts.

David glanced across the car at his wife. "Nervous?"

Lisa kept her eyes on the highway ahead. "You've asked me that three times."

"Twice."

"Three."

David smiled. "You counting?"

"I'm an office administrator. Counting is one of my marketable skills."

He laughed, but Lisa could hear the nervousness beneath it. That made her feel slightly better about her own.

They had been married twenty eight years and together for nearly thirty, long enough that Lisa knew most of David's tells. At fifty two, he was still a handsome man in the comfortable, familiar way that mattered more to her than it had when they were younger. His brown hair had gone heavily gray at the temples, and the years had softened the body that had once been considerably leaner, but he was still broad through the shoulders and reasonably fit. Sitting beside her in khaki shorts and a navy polo, one hand resting on the steering wheel and his wedding ring catching the late-afternoon light, he looked exactly like what he was: an ordinary middle-aged married man on vacation with his wife.

Lisa suspected she looked equally ordinary. She wore denim shorts, comfortable sandals and a fitted white V neck T shirt. Her shoulder length blond hair was down, her makeup minimal. She hadn't even bothered with a bra that morning, something she frequently skipped beneath casual shirts now that she was fifty-one and considerably less concerned with dressing according to other people's expectations.

Neither of them looked like people on their way to a brothel.

That thought made her laugh.

David glanced over. "What?"

"Us."

"What about us?"

"Look at us."

He looked down at himself and then across at her. "I am. You look good."

"That isn't what I mean. We look like we're going to find somewhere to have dinner."

"We can do that afterward."

Lisa shook her head. "You know what I mean."

"I do."

His smile faded slightly.

"So," he said after a moment, "still want to go?"

Lisa looked at him.

That was the question that mattered.

The idea hadn't appeared out of nowhere to their trip to Las Vegas. Another woman had existed somewhere in the landscape of their fantasies for years, although neither of them had ever treated it as a serious proposal. Their marriage had been monogamous from the beginning. Neither had cheated, and neither had particularly wanted to. They were happy together, still affectionate, still sexually interested in one another after nearly three decades.

The fantasy had remained easy precisely because it was a fantasy.

Then Nevada had turned something hypothetical into something they could actually do.

They had talked about it before the trip, then talked about it again after arriving. Neither had pushed the other. By the time they got into the car that afternoon, they had already agreed on the things that mattered most. Walking through the door obligated them to nothing. Either could decide they wanted to leave at any point, and the other would accept it without argument. If they chose a woman, they would choose her together.

Beyond that, remarkably little had been decided.

Lisa reached across the console and rested her hand on David's thigh.

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"No."

David laughed. "That's reassuring."

"I'm sure I want to go. I'm not sure what I'm going to think once we get there."

"That makes two of us."

Lisa squeezed his thigh. "Second thoughts?"

"About going? No."

"About doing anything?"

David considered it. "Ask me when there's actually another woman standing in front of us."

"Fair enough."

The sign appeared several minutes later.

DESERT ROSE RANCH

Lisa's stomach fluttered.

"There it is," David said.

"I can read."

"You're getting sarcastic."

"I get sarcastic when I'm nervous."

"You must spend your entire life terrified."

Lisa slapped his thigh lightly.

David turned into the drive.

The ranch looked different from what Lisa had imagined. She wasn't entirely certain what she had expected, something gaudy, perhaps, or deliberately provocative, but the building ahead looked surprisingly tasteful. Nothing about it screamed at passing motorists what happened inside.

David parked and switched off the engine. Neither of them moved. Lisa stared through the windshield as silence settled inside the car.

"Well." he said eventually.

"Well."

"This is the last easy opportunity to chicken out."

Lisa turned toward him. "Do you want to?"

"No."

"Neither do I."

David studied her face. "Ready?"

Lisa opened her door.

"No."

He laughed.

She stepped out. "Come on."

David joined her, and together they crossed the parking lot. Lisa reached for his hand before they reached the entrance, and he intertwined their fingers. That helped.

Inside, the Desert Rose was even less like Lisa's imagination than the exterior had been. The reception area was comfortable and polished, more upscale lounge than anything sordid. A woman greeted them, quickly recognized that they were first time visitors, and explained enough of the process to keep them from feeling completely lost.

One part of that process was choosing a woman.

Elsewhere in the house, Madison Reed was waiting with the other women when the madam appeared in the doorway.

"Ladies, we've got guests. Everyone in the parlor."

Madison's stomach dropped. She had known this moment was coming, but knowing did nothing to help.

At twenty one, Madison was the youngest of the women working that evening. She had grown up in Nevada and was taking classes part-time at a community college while trying to decide what she actually wanted to do with her life. The decision to work at the Desert Rose had surprised even her. She had always been independent, comfortable with her sexuality and considerably less judgmental about sex work than most of the people she knew. The money had certainly mattered, but curiosity and a desire to try something completely outside the life everyone expected her to lead had mattered too.

She had completed everything required of her before being allowed to work. She understood the house procedures, knew how introductions worked, knew what happened if a client selected her and knew how the private negotiation was supposed to proceed.

Knowing all of that was one thing. Doing it for the first time was another.

Madison checked herself in the mirror.

The burgundy lace lingerie had seemed like a good choice when she dressed earlier. The matching sheer robe softened it slightly, although not by much. Stockings and heels completed the look, and her long dark-brown hair fell loose around her shoulders. Her makeup was polished without being heavy.

She looked confident. That was useful because she felt nothing of the sort.

Madison took one last look at herself, drew a steadying breath, and followed the others downstairs.

David and Lisa were waiting when the women entered. Lisa had expected this part to feel awkward.

It did, although not quite in the way she had imagined. Six women stood before them, each attractive in a different way, and Lisa suddenly became intensely aware that she and David were supposed to choose one of them.

Her eyes moved along the line and stopped.

The brunette was petite, considerably younger than Lisa and wearing burgundy lace beneath a sheer robe. Long dark hair framed a pretty face, and when she smiled there was something about the expression that seemed less practiced than Lisa expected.

"Hi," she said when her turn came. "I'm Madison."

Lisa smiled back.

For just an instant, Madison clasped her hands together before catching herself and letting them fall naturally to her sides.

Lisa wondered if she was nervous.

The thought disappeared almost immediately. Why would she be? This was her job.

Once the introductions were finished and they had a moment to themselves, David leaned closer.

"Well?"

Lisa glanced at him. "You first."

"No chance."

"Coward."

"Absolutely."

Lisa looked toward the women again.

Her eyes returned to Madison.

David noticed.

"The brunette?"

Lisa looked at him. "You too?"

He smiled.

That settled it.

"Madison," Lisa said.

Across the room, Madison heard her name.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

First time being introduced, first time being selected, first customers, and there were two of them. Madison smiled and walked toward the couple, concentrating very hard on keeping her steps natural.

Up close, they somehow made her more nervous and less nervous at the same time. They weren't intimidating. They looked like a married couple who could have been sitting beside each other at a restaurant or checking into a hotel. David was tall and broad-shouldered, with gray beginning to dominate his brown hair. Lisa was attractive in an understated way, blond and softly feminine, with blue eyes that seemed to notice everything.

Madison stopped in front of them and smiled. "It's nice to meet you both."

Lisa smiled as they shook hands. "It's nice to meet you too."

A few minutes later, Madison led them somewhere they could talk privately. Once they were settled, she asked whether this was their first visit.

"Yes," Lisa said immediately.

David nodded. "Very first."

"He threatened to turn around twice." Lisa added.

David stared at her. "I did not."

"You thought about it."

"That isn't the same thing."

Madison laughed.

The tension eased another notch.

She asked what had brought them there and what sort of experience they were hoping for.

David and Lisa exchanged a look.

"That's where it gets complicated," David said.

"We don't really know," Lisa admitted.

Madison smiled. "That's okay."

The answer visibly relaxed both of them.

David explained that they had been married twenty-eight years and had never done anything like this before. The idea of another woman had occasionally surfaced as a fantasy, but this was the first time either of them had seriously considered making it real.

Madison looked at Lisa. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Lisa shook her head. "No."

The answer was immediate because there was nothing complicated about it. She had dated men before David and had been married to him for nearly three decades. She had occasionally noticed beautiful women over the years in the same casual way plenty of women did, but she had never interpreted that as something she wanted to explore.

Madison simply nodded. "Okay."

Lisa appreciated that response more than she expected. No teasing. No suggestive smile. No implication that Lisa's answer required explanation.

David admitted they didn't know exactly what they wanted. Madison assured them that was fine. They discussed how much time they wanted together and agreed that whatever happened would be a shared experience. Nobody had to participate in anything they didn't want, and any of the three could slow things down or stop altogether.

Then David asked the practical question.

"So how does the money part work?"

Madison had known it was coming. She had practiced answering it and gone over the procedure enough times that there was no reason for the question to make her nervous.

She explained the amount for the time they had discussed, doing her best to sound as though she had said the same words dozens of times before.

David looked at Lisa.

Lisa nodded.

"Okay."

Just like that, Madison had made her first booking.

She excused herself to handle the payment. The instant she was out of sight, she exhaled and looked down at her hands.

They were trembling.

"Get it together," she whispered.

She completed what she needed to do, took another breath and returned.

David and Lisa were waiting exactly where she had left them. Lisa smiled when she saw her.

That helped.

"Ready?" Madison asked.

Lisa looked at David.

He took her hand. "Ready."

Madison led them toward the private rooms.

With every step, Lisa became quieter.

So did Madison.

Neither realized the other was experiencing almost exactly the same thing.

The room reminded Lisa more of a comfortable hotel suite than anything she had imagined when she heard the word brothel. There was a large bed, a sitting area, subdued lighting and a private bathroom. Nothing about it seemed particularly exotic, which somehow made the situation feel even stranger. If not for the twenty one year old brunette in burgundy lingerie closing the door behind them, Lisa might have convinced herself that she and David had simply checked into another hotel.

The click of the latch sounded unusually loud.

Lisa looked at David. David looked at her. Madison looked at both of them.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Then Lisa laughed. "I have absolutely no idea what happens now."

Madison laughed too, and some of the tension left her shoulders. "We don't have to rush."

David slipped an arm around Lisa's waist. "Still okay?"

"Yes." Lisa leaned against him and glanced around the room again. Her gaze inevitably landed on the bed. "It's just suddenly a lot more real."

That much was true. The fantasy had always been easy to discuss at home because it had existed safely in their imaginations. Even during the drive to the Desert Rose Ranch, Lisa had thought mostly about the adventure of it--walking inside together, seeing the women, choosing someone they both found attractive.

Whenever she had imagined what might happen afterward, David had naturally occupied the center of the picture. She could imagine watching him with another woman. That was familiar territory as a fantasy.

She had given remarkably little thought to herself.

Lisa had never consciously decided that she would only watch, nor had she made some private list of things she might be willing to do. Her own role had simply remained vague, something she hadn't examined closely enough to picture in any detail.

Now Madison was standing a few feet away, and vague possibilities were beginning to acquire faces and names.

For the first time since choosing Madison, Lisa really looked at her without five other women standing nearby or conversation filling the room. Madison was petite and undeniably beautiful, her long dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The burgundy lace she wore revealed considerably more than it concealed.

Madison caught her looking.

Lisa glanced away.

"You don't have to pretend you weren't looking."

Lisa's cheeks warmed. "I wasn't pretending."

"You looked away awfully fast."

David chuckled.

Lisa gave him a warning glance. "You're enjoying this."

"Immensely."

Madison laughed, and Lisa found herself smiling too. She appreciated that Madison wasn't behaving as though something important had to happen immediately simply because they had paid and come upstairs.

Madison stepped closer.

Lisa's attention returned to her.

"You're beautiful," Madison said.

Lisa blinked.

Of everything she had expected that evening, being the recipient of Madison's attention hadn't been high on the list.

She glanced instinctively toward David, almost as though he might explain why a beautiful twenty one year old woman was looking at her that way.

He merely smiled.

"Thank you."

Madison was close enough now that Lisa could smell her perfume. Something about the distance between them suddenly made Lisa conscious of her own breathing.

Madison studied her for a moment. "I would like to kiss you if that's okay?"

Lisa glanced at David. He simply met her eyes, leaving the decision entirely with her. She looked back at Madison and gave a nervous little laugh. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes."

Madison smiled. "Okay."

For a moment they simply looked at each other, both suddenly a little nervous. Then Madison moved closer as Lisa leaned toward her, the distance between them disappearing naturally.

For the first time in fifty-one years, another woman's lips touched hers. The kiss was soft and tentative, and Madison drew back first.

Lisa remained perfectly still, surprised less by the kiss itself than by how completely ordinary it had felt. She had expected awkwardness, perhaps even an immediate awareness that she was kissing another woman. Instead, she had simply been aware of Madison, her perfume, the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath when they separated.

Lisa touched two fingers to her lips, still looking at Madison as a small smile appeared. "I liked it."

Her gaze dropped to Madison's mouth again. This time she didn't look away when Madison noticed. A moment passed between them, then Lisa moved toward her.

Madison met her halfway, and their lips came together again. The second kiss was different. There was less uncertainty in it, and Lisa let it last longer. Her hand settled at Madison's waist as Madison moved closer, their bodies nearly touching before Lisa finally drew back.

She remained close, looking into Madison's eyes.

"That was different," she said softly. "The surprising part isn't that I kissed a woman. It's that I wanted to do it again."

The first kiss had answered Madison's question. The second had answered one Lisa hadn't known enough to ask.

David reached for her hand, and Lisa immediately intertwined their fingers.

Madison noticed.

She seemed to notice everything about them.

Lisa stayed close to Madison after the kiss. "You're really good at this. I was afraid it would feel awkward."

"So was I."

Lisa looked at her. "You were?"

Madison hesitated. "This is my first night."

"Working here?"

Madison nodded. "You're my first clients."

Lisa stared at her. "Seriously?"

Madison gave a nervous little smile. "Seriously."

Lisa smiled. "I never would have known."

"Good," Madison said. "I was hoping you couldn't tell."

"So this really is everybody's first time," Lisa said.

"In one way or another."

David laughed. "We managed to choose the only woman here as nervous as we are."

"Speak for yourself," Madison said.

Lisa raised an eyebrow.

Madison maintained the expression for perhaps two seconds before surrendering. "Okay. I'm scared to death."

Lisa reached for her hand.

Madison looked down at their joined fingers.

"You're doing fine."

"Thank you."

For the first time since Lisa had met her, Madison stopped trying to appear experienced. Ironically, that was when she began seeming more confident. She moved closer to Lisa.

Lisa didn't wait for another question. She kissed Madison, and this time there was no uncertainty behind it. She simply wanted another kiss.

Madison responded immediately, her hands settling lightly at Lisa's waist. When they separated, Lisa stayed close.

Madison's fingers found the hem of Lisa's white T shirt. The touch made Lisa look down, and there it was again, another possibility she hadn't considered until it was directly in front of her. Madison waited.

Lisa glanced toward David. His expression hadn't changed. He wasn't urging her forward or silently asking her to do something for him.

Lisa lifted her arms.

Madison slowly pulled the shirt over Lisa's head. Her blond hair fell messily around her face, and as she pushed it aside, she became abruptly conscious of the fact that she had skipped a bra that morning. Her 36C breasts were fully exposed now, soft and naturally full, her pale nipples already tightening into firm points. Madison's gaze lingered, following the gentle curves of Lisa's breasts before returning to her face.

What had been an ordinary clothing choice several hours earlier had left her topless in front of Madison. Lisa instinctively started to cover herself, but Madison gently caught her hand.

Lisa looked at her.

"You don't have to hide from me."

Lisa gave an embarrassed smile. "You're twenty one."

Madison understood immediately.

"Lisa, I meant what I said. You're beautiful."

The sincerity in her voice took away Lisa's easy joke.

David moved closer and rested a hand against his wife's back. "She is."

Lisa looked over her shoulder. "You're required to say that."

"After twenty eight years?"

"Especially after twenty eight years."

Madison laughed and placed Lisa's discarded shirt over the back of a chair.

Lisa looked at it. "You're remarkably neat for someone who's scared to death."

"I need something to concentrate on."

Lisa Smiled then reached for Madison again.

The next kiss came easily.

Madison didn't command or instruct her. She simply took the lead in small ways--a hand at Lisa's waist, the angle of a kiss, a slight movement closer and gave Lisa enough time to decide whether she wanted to follow.

So far, Lisa wanted to follow.

Lisa looked at Madison, then down at herself, standing topless in a brothel with a twenty one year old woman she had met less than an hour earlier. She reached for David and kissed him.

The familiarity of his mouth grounded her immediately. Nothing about what was happening with Madison seemed to take anything away from him. If anything, Lisa felt more conscious of their connection than she had before they entered the room.

When she drew away, she rested her forehead against his.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

When Lisa turned back, Madison was watching them with a warm smile.

"You two are adorable"

Lisa laughed. "Nobody has called us adorable in twenty years."

"I just did."

"Don't make a habit of it"

Lisa's attention shifted to Madison's sheer robe. She touched the fabric near her shoulder, and Madison understood the gesture and remained still. Lisa slowly slid the robe from her shoulders.

It was another first she hadn't anticipated, but this one frightened her considerably less. For the first time in Lisa's life, she was deliberately undressing another woman. She took her time, partly because she was nervous and mostly because she wanted to look. Madison let her.

When the robe slipped away, the burgundy lingerie from the lineup remained underneath. Lisa stepped back slightly and allowed herself to look without immediately turning away.

Then, suddenly conscious that she was still wearing her denim shorts, she slipped out of her sandals, unfastened them and stepped free, leaving herself in only her panties.

Lisa took Madison's hand and brought her to the bed. David sat beside her, and Madison settled on Lisa's other side. For a moment Lisa simply looked at them, her husband of twenty eight years on one side, a woman she had met that evening on the other.

Lisa looked at Madison and realized how completely the evening had departed from anything she had imagined. Madison had become more than the woman she and David had chosen together. Lisa wanted her for herself.

Madison moved slightly closer to David, then looked at Lisa before doing anything more. Lisa understood the question without hearing it and nodded. Madison leaned toward David and kissed him.

Lisa watched. She had expected this part and had imagined it before they ever reached Nevada. What she hadn't expected was how it would feel after Madison had kissed her. David's hand remained against Lisa's thigh, and Lisa covered it with hers as she watched their mouths meet.

There was no jealousy. Instead, another little rush of excitement moved through her. When Madison drew away, David looked at Lisa, and she smiled. That was enough.

When Lisa turned back, Madison was watching her with that same warm smile. Lisa pulled her into another kiss.

Lisa drew Madison closer until their bodies pressed together, the younger woman's hands settling at her waist. The faint tremor in Madison's fingers was still there, betraying nerves that her increasingly confident smile couldn't quite conceal. Lisa found that strangely reassuring.

Madison kissed her again, and this time there was hunger behind it. Lisa responded instinctively, opening her mouth beneath Madison's as her hands traveled up the younger woman's arms and settled on her shoulders. Their tongues met, tentative for only an instant before Lisa surrendered to the kiss.

Madison gasped softly into her mouth, and the sound affected Lisa more than she expected. Her hands tightened on Madison's shoulders as she kissed her more deeply, fascinated by the softness of another woman's mouth and by the realization that Madison was responding to her. Burgundy lace brushed against Lisa's bare skin as their bodies pressed together, cool fabric against warm flesh.

Madison's hands traveled slowly down Lisa's back, following the line of her spine before settling against the curve of her hips. Lisa shivered beneath the touch. Then Madison moved lower, her fingertips brushing the lace of Lisa's panties. She paused long enough to search Lisa's face, and Lisa answered with a nod.

Madison traced the fabric slowly at first, teasing Lisa through the thin lace until Lisa instinctively pressed herself against her hand. David remained beside them, his hand settling against the small of Lisa's back, warm and familiar. Her husband's touch was something she had known for nearly thirty years. Madison's was completely new.

Madison kissed Lisa's neck as her fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and touched her bare pussy.

Lisa gasped.

Madison hesitated, but Lisa's body was already answering for her, her thighs parting farther as Madison explored her wet folds. When her fingertips brushed Lisa's clit, Lisa jerked against her hand. Madison noticed the reaction and repeated the touch, beginning to rub her in slow circles.

Lisa leaned backward against David, and his arm immediately went around her. Her head settled against his shoulder while Madison continued touching her. She could barely comprehend the situation anymore. Her husband was holding her while another woman had her hand inside Lisa's panties, fingers moving against her wet pussy, and instead of embarrassment or uncertainty, Lisa felt herself wanting more.

Madison slipped a finger inside her.

Lisa gasped sharply at the penetration. The sensation itself was familiar, yet completely different because the hand touching her belonged to a woman. Madison slowly worked her finger inside Lisa while her thumb returned to her clit. When she added another finger, Lisa's thighs opened farther and her hips began moving against Madison's hand.

David kissed her temple and tightened his arm around her.

Lisa closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation.

Madison curled her fingers inside her while rubbing Lisa's clit, gradually finding a rhythm that made Lisa's breathing ragged. Her hips moved more insistently against Madison's hand as the pressure built. Lisa grabbed David's thigh, anchoring herself to the man she had loved for nearly thirty years while another woman brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Her body tightened.

Madison felt it happening and maintained the same rhythm, fingers working inside Lisa while her thumb circled her clit.

Lisa cried out as the orgasm tore through her. Her thighs clenched around Madison's hand and her hips bucked helplessly, pushing herself against Madison while wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Madison continued touching her until the trembling began to subside, then slowly withdrew her fingers.

Lisa remained against David, breathing heavily, unable to speak for several seconds. When she finally opened her eyes, Madison was watching her with an expression that held none of the practiced confidence Lisa might have expected. If anything, she looked relieved.

Lisa laughed softly and reached for her. Now she wanted to return the pleasure Madison had given her.

She reached behind Madison and found the clasp of her bra.

Her fingers fumbled briefly before it came free, and Madison slipped the straps from her shoulders, allowing the burgundy lace to fall onto the bed.

Lisa's gaze followed it for an instant before returning to Madison. Her breasts were small and softly rounded, proportionate to her petite frame. Lisa found herself staring openly now, no longer pretending otherwise.

She had seen naked women before, of course, but never like this. Never sitting only inches away from one, never after kissing her, and certainly never with the knowledge that the woman wanted Lisa's attention. That changed something about the simple act of looking.

Madison seemed perfectly content to let her.

Lisa slowly lifted her eyes back to Madison's face.

She leaned forward and kissed Madison's neck. Madison tipped her head back, and Lisa gradually worked her way downward, becoming bolder as she learned which touches produced the strongest reactions. She kissed Madison's breasts and took one nipple between her lips, teasing it with her tongue until Madison inhaled sharply and her fingers slid into Lisa's blond hair.

Lisa lingered there, enjoying the small sounds Madison made and the realization that she was responsible for them. She moved between Madison's breasts, kissing and licking them before allowing her hands to travel lower.

Eventually her fingers reached the waistband of Madison's G-string.

Lisa paused.

She hooked her fingers beneath the burgundy lace and slowly pulled it over Madison's hips. Madison lifted herself enough to help, and Lisa drew it down her thighs and finally over her feet.

Then she sat back and looked at Madison, now wearing nothing but her stockings and heels.

Lisa's gaze traveled down Madison's body until it settled between her thighs, on her bare pussy. For the first time in her life, she was looking at another woman's most intimate place with desire rather than simple curiosity. Lisa drew a slow breath, catching the warm, musky scent of Madison's arousal, and another wave of nervous excitement coursed through her body.

Madison opened her thighs slightly.

David's hand found Lisa's.

Lisa looked toward him and discovered that he was watching her rather than Madison. She squeezed his hand, then turned back to the younger woman and moved between her thighs.

Her first kiss landed against the inside of Madison's leg. Another followed, closer to her pussy. Madison's breathing changed as Lisa moved upward. Lisa could see the moisture glistening between her folds and smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal.

She hesitated only a moment longer before lowering her mouth to her.

Lisa's tongue flattened against Madison's folds, pressing firmly as she searched for the sensitive nub hidden above them. Madison's hips jerked from the mattress, her thighs tightening around Lisa's head as a sharp gasp escaped her.

The reaction erased much of Lisa's remaining uncertainty.

She stroked her tongue over Madison's swollen clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm while Madison's fingers tangled in her hair. Lisa could feel Madison's slick arousal against her mouth and chin, tangible evidence of the pleasure she was giving her.

Lisa's tongue moved lower, exploring the wet folds before dipping into Madison's opening. The taste was unfamiliar, salty, musky and intensely intimate. Madison's hips moved against her face, her moans becoming louder as Lisa worked her tongue inside her with slow strokes.

David's hand remained connected to Lisa, reminding her that he was still there, still sharing this extraordinary first with her.

Lisa returned to Madison's clit.

That produced the strongest reaction.

Madison's thighs trembled as Lisa flattened her tongue against her and then drew the swollen nub gently between her lips, teasing it before circling it again with her tongue. Madison's fingers tightened in Lisa's hair, pulling her closer as her hips began moving against Lisa's mouth.

Lisa stopped worrying about technique and simply followed Madison's body.

Every gasp taught her something. Every movement of Madison's hips told her where she wanted Lisa's mouth. Lisa repeated whatever made her moan, gradually becoming more confident until she was licking her with an enthusiasm she could never have imagined possessing when they walked through the doors of the Desert Rose Ranch.

Madison's body began to tense beneath her.

Her thighs tightened around Lisa's head, her muscles bunching as her back arched from the mattress. Lisa held Madison's thighs and kept her mouth firmly against her, working her tongue over her clit as Madison's breathing dissolved into desperate little gasps.

Then Madison came.

Her hips bucked against Lisa's face as the orgasm swept through her, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. Lisa felt the sudden increase in wetness against her mouth and continued licking her through the climax, slowing gradually as Madison's body relaxed.

When Lisa finally lifted her head, the evidence of Madison's arousal still glistened faintly on her lips and chin. She looked at Madison and smiled, still a little stunned by what she had just done.

The expression Madison gave her in return made words unnecessary.

Lisa climbed back up beside her, and Madison immediately pulled her into a kiss. Lisa knew exactly what Madison could taste on her lips now. The knowledge might have embarrassed her earlier that evening. Instead, she opened her mouth and kissed Madison more deeply.

When Lisa finally drew back, Madison remained close for a moment before turning her attention toward David.

He had spent most of the evening beside them, watching and touching Lisa while she explored something neither of them had expected. Now Lisa watched as he stood, pulled his polo over his head and finished undressing, leaving his clothes with hers near the chair.

Seeing her husband naked made Lisa's stomach flutter. This was the part of the evening she had actually imagined before they arrived.

Madison moved closer to him, but her eyes went first to Lisa.

Only then did Madison lean in and kiss David.

Lisa watched from inches away. She had seen Madison and David kiss earlier, but now there was no uncertainty about what might follow. When they separated, David looked at his wife, giving her one final opportunity to change her mind.

Lisa smiled and nodded.

Before they went any further, Madison reached for the protection the house required. The small, practical interruption was another reminder that this was her job and that there were procedures to follow, even in a moment that felt anything but routine. Once everything was taken care of, Madison settled back against the bed and reached for Lisa's hand again.

David moved from Lisa's side to Madison's, positioning himself between the. younger woman's thighs. Lisa shifted with them rather than moving away, remaining beside Madison with their fingers intertwined.

David was hard.

Lisa's gaze dropped between them as he moved closer. She watched him guide his cock to Madison's opening and slowly push inside her.

The sight produced an immediate pang of jealousy.

That surprised Lisa. Watching Madison kiss David hadn't bothered her at all. It had excited her. But this was different.

Her husband was fucking another woman.

For an instant, that simple reality struck harder than any fantasy ever had. Then Madison tightened her fingers around Lisa's hand, and Lisa looked at her face. Pleasure was already replacing the nervousness there.

The jealousy faded almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Lisa reached across Madison and cupped one of her breasts, rolling the nipple gently between her fingers as David began thrusting. Madison turned toward her, and Lisa kissed her while David continued moving between her thighs.

His pace gradually increased.

Madison's breathing became ragged against Lisa's mouth. Her hips rose to meet David's thrusts as Lisa continued caressing her breast, fascinated by the realization that she was no longer simply watching her husband with another woman. She was part of it.

Lisa reached between their bodies and rubbed Madison's clit.

Madison broke the kiss with a gasp.

"David!"

Madison came hard, her body tightening around him as her legs wrapped around his waist. David continued moving through her orgasm, slowing gradually as Madison trembled beneath him.

When her body finally relaxed, David stopped.

For several seconds, the three of them remained where they were. Madison lay catching her breath while Lisa continued holding her hand. David was still inside her, but he had deliberately kept himself from following her over the edge.

Eventually he eased himself out and settled beside them.

Lisa looked at Madison. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing still uneven, and there was something strangely intimate about seeing her that way while knowing exactly what had just happened.

Then Lisa looked at her husband.

David was still hard.

Something about that sent another rush of excitement through her.

Now she wanted him herself.

Lisa reached for David and kissed him.

The familiarity of her husband's mouth after everything she had just experienced was unexpectedly erotic. She kissed him deeply, her hand moving down his body until her fingers wrapped around his cock.

David groaned.

This, at least, Lisa knew.

She stroked him slowly, feeling the familiar weight and hardness of his erection in her hand, the thick vein beneath her palm and the pulse that accompanied every firm stroke.

Madison moved closer and kissed David's neck while Lisa continued stroking him. Her mouth traveled along his shoulder, and Lisa watched her touching the man who had been hers for nearly three decades.

Watching David with Madison hadn't taken anything away from what belonged to Lisa and David. If anything, she wanted him more.

Lisa tightened her grip around his cock and stroked him again.

Then she lay back.

David moved between her thighs while Madison settled beside her. Lisa reached for Madison's hand as David positioned himself against her.

The swollen head of his cock brushed across Lisa's wet folds before pressing against her opening. She lifted her hips, and David pushed forward.

Lisa gasped as he entered her.

His cock stretched her walls as he slid deeper, filling her with a sensation she had known for decades. Yet tonight even that felt different. David was the familiar part of something entirely new.

He began moving slowly.

Lisa wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Madison leaned down and kissed her.

Lisa opened her mouth beneath Madison's while David moved steadily inside her. She moaned into the kiss overwhelmed by the combination of her husband's body and Madison's softness against her.

Madison's hand moved over Lisa's breast, teasing her nipple between her fingers while David continued thrusting. Then Madison kissed Lisa's neck and moved lower, taking the other nipple into her mouth.

Lisa arched beneath them.

David increased his pace.

The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by Lisa's increasingly ragged breathing.

Then Madison slipped a hand between Lisa and David.

Her fingers found Lisa's clit.

Lisa cried out.

Madison began rubbing her steadily while David continued fucking her, and the combination nearly overwhelmed Lisa. David filled her with every thrust while Madison's fingers worked her clit and her mouth remained against Lisa's breast.

Lisa's head fell backward against the mattress.

Her hips rose harder to meet David.

Madison maintained the rhythm against her clit, refusing to be distracted by Lisa's increasingly frantic movements.

Another orgasm built rapidly.

Lisa grabbed Madison's arm with one hand and David's shoulder with the other as her body tightened.

The climax hit hard.

Lisa cried Madison's name as her body clenched around David's cock, her hips bucking beneath him while Madison continued rubbing her clit through the orgasm.

David slowed as Lisa came, keeping himself under control while her body trembled beneath him. He remained deep inside her until the strongest contractions had passed.

Lisa opened her eyes.

David was watching her.

She knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his face and the change in his breathing. After twenty eight years, she didn't need to ask what was happening.

He was close

Lisa tightened her legs around him and pulled him closer.

That was all the encouragement David needed.

He began moving again, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Lisa was still sensitive from her orgasm, and every thrust sent another smaller wave through her as Madison remained beside her, one hand resting against Lisa's breast.

David's rhythm faltered.

His body tightened.

Then he pushed deep inside Lisa and came.

Lisa felt the familiar pulsing of his cock inside her as he emptied himself, his body trembling against hers. She held him there with her legs wrapped around his waist, one arm around his back and her other hand still entwined with Madison's.

For several seconds, none of them moved.

David finally lowered himself against her, breathing heavily, and Lisa closed her eyes.

Her husband was still inside her.

Madison was still holding her hand.

The combination should have felt impossible.

Instead, Lisa smiled.

When David eventually eased himself out and settled beside her, Madison remained close on Lisa's other side. Lisa lay between them, exhausted and almost boneless, staring at the ceiling while her breathing gradually returned to normal.

A few hours earlier, she had imagined herself mostly as a spectator. David had been the center of the fantasy, and Madison had been the woman they would experience together.

Somewhere along the way, that had changed. Lisa turned her head toward Madison and found her already looking back. She smiled and squeezed Madison's hand, and Madison squeezed back.

For a moment neither woman spoke. Then Madison smiled, and Lisa returned it before settling back onto the bed. David moved beside her, and the three of them lay quietly for a moment, catching their breath.

Eventually Lisa shook her head. "I cannot believe I just did all of that."

David smiled. "Any regrets?"

Lisa looked at him, then at Madison. For the first time since they had finished, the younger woman looked nervous again.

Lisa reached for her hand. "Not one."

Madison visibly relaxed.

Lisa settled against David while keeping Madison's hand in hers.

She kissed David, then turned and kissed Madison, slower and softer this time.

David and Lisa had shared another person for the first time in twenty-eight years of marriage. Lisa had discovered something about herself she hadn't known was there. And Madison had completed her first booking.

A first for all three.