The Perfect Third (2 page)

Like many college buddies, they had sometimes gone on double dates. One telling night a couple of years after they’d met, they’d agreed to join their dates at a club. One of the two women hadn’t shown up, and they’d decided they shouldn’t let a good night go to waste. This was how their true preferences had become known, as all three had ended the evening together in bed. When it was over, Lorne and Antony had discussed what had happened, and realised that it had been the most erotic and fulfilling sexual experience they’d ever had. It had also revealed to them that they would never feel truly fulfilled sexually without the other present; they liked the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects of ménage.

Then they’d bought the penthouse together, and that was when they’d met Monika. The timing had seemed fortuitous.

Monika was a stunning, supermodel-tall, athletically built blonde. She had come to the States to get a musical she’d written produced on Broadway. Once the run of the musical had finished, she’d informed them both that she was leaving. She’d told them they were both ‘sweet’ and that her time with them had been ‘lovely’. It had seemed so much more to the both of them. Maybe Antony was right, Lorne thought. She was just practice for the ultimate when it arrived.
Oh well, I might as well get in a little more practice with Denise
.

He looked sideways at Antony, who gave a slight nod. They were so used to each other, and knew how to non-verbally communicate exactly what sexy move was next on the evening’s agenda. Lorne held Denise’s head, as he gently backed out of her mouth.

“Oh, darling,” she purred, “I wasn’t done eating.”

“I know, but we have something special for you tonight. What you said you always wanted to try.”

Denise took in a quick breath. “You mean…”

“Yes, baby. Now be a good girl and get on top of Antony.”

Antony, already clued-up to the night’s festivities, had positioned himself on his back on the bed. He scooted over to the middle, but still kept his legs over the end with his feet on the ground. He had stroked himself to a good hard erection. Lorne’s long and thick cock was impressive, but Antony’s God-like erection was spectacular. Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.

“Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”

Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.

“Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”

Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’

“Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”

“Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”

Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.

“Any requests?”

He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.

“Well…” she purred, “I hate to ruin any surprises you might have, but I’m guessing I’m finally going to get stuffed with both of your yummy cocks at once?”

Lorne was unable to stop himself from grinning. “Very good, my little vixen. But the question remains—are they going to go in one or two holes at the same time?”

“Well played,” she grinned back, obviously enjoying the tease. “In that case, I think I’ll pick my nipple clamps—the ones with the attached chain and collar—and the small flogger.”

Lorne held up an item for her inspection. “Okay. What next?”

“Put me in whatever position you were about to, and I’ll tell you what I want, m’kay?”

Antony went back to reclining on the end of the bed. Lorne directed Denise to climb on top of him, and her still-moist pussy stretched to accommodate Antony’s massive cock as she impaled herself on him. She let out a long, drawn-out groan, sliding down until she was fully seated on him.

“Stay still,” Lorne whispered from behind Denise. “Shall I apply these?” He dangled the clamps with chain and collar next to her.

“Would you, lover?”

Lorne began to suckle one tit to bring the nipple to a hard peak. Antony leaned up on one elbow, Denise’s ample breasts easily allowing him to draw her other nipple into his hungry mouth. As Antony continued to suck on her, Lorne let go of her other one, grabbed her pebbled tip, and placed the first clamp on.

“Ooooh, yes, that’s nice,” she growled, her head lolling back, her eyes closed.

Antony let her other nipple fall from his mouth, and Lorne caught it; repeating the same move on the other side. Now that she was fully clamped with her purpling tips protruding from the harsh device, the chain and what looked like a dog collar hung uselessly. She started writhing on Antony, obviously ready for action.

“Hold on, baby, not so fast. First off, what about this collar?”

She opened her eyes and looked at Antony. “Why, it’s for Antony, of course. While we’re fucking, and it gets really wild, my nipples will get pulled and yanked. Ooooh, I might cream just thinking about it!”

Antony gave Lorne a look as if to say, ‘Why do I get the collar?’, but Lorne just smirked, and placed it around his neck.

“What about this little whip thing you have here?”

“Lover, you just need to whip my ass a few times with that, get my cheeks nice and toasty, and then do whatever it is you guys had planned. I am not even kidding—I am so turned on right now—and I need some stuffing!”

This was the craziest Lorne had ever seen Denise, and he couldn’t deny that he was experiencing the boner of a lifetime. There she was, perched on her knees on either side of Antony’s hips, her cunt filled with his giant prick. This left her ass exposed at the end of the bed, easier access for what she wanted, and what Lorne planned to do. He reeled his arm back, and let the first sting whack her left cheek. It jiggled in response, and when she jumped, her nipples also got jerked by the clamps. He repeated the same move on her other cheek. Each smack on her ass had her squirming more, nipples being stretched, her ass getting redder and more raw looking. She moaned like a wild creature, arching her back, swinging her head. Antony looked like he was in pain from holding back, and Lorne’s balls were so tight he decided he’d better plunge ahead, as it were.

He took a tube of lubricant from her nightstand, squeezed a large dollop on the end of his fingers, and then tore open a ribbed condom. He put a bit of lube on the tip of his penis, then took the majority of the liquid and carefully worked it into Denise’s back hole.

Instinctively, Denise began to move her hips up and down on Antony’s ready cock, the chain straining her nipples even more.

“Hold on, this is it, babe. Let’s see if you can take it.”

“Oh God, yes. I’ve been waiting for you guys to fill my holes forever. Just shove it in already!”

Lorne crouched a little to get in the right position behind her, and with one quick push, he thrust into her experienced asshole. She yelled out, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Yes! Punish my asshole and pussy with your cocks!”

Antony and Lorne gladly obliged, thrusting and ramming with the precision of two masters of fucking. Her large tits were yanked forward and back with the intense motion of their bodies, which elicited even more cries of pleasure from the wanton Denise.

“Oh God, oh yes, I’m ready. Fuck me harder!”

Lorne looked to Antony to see if he was ready to come. Antony nodded, and they both unloaded into Denise, her cries mixed with theirs as they all came in a frenzy of spasming orgasms.

Lorne pulled out of Denise’s ass, holding the condom in place, and Denise fell on top of Antony’s strong, muscled chest. Still panting hard, she managed to choke out, “That was the most amazing fuck ever!”

Lorne tossed the used condom into the trash by the nightstand, and came over to unhinge Denise’s punished nipples, and take off Antony’s collar. After taking the clamps off her, he leant down to give each now elongated tip a soft kiss. Denise smiled at his gesture.

“The two of you are such sweeties. When are you going to settle down with some nice girl that you can both grow fuckably old with?”

That’s the question, now, isn’t it?
thought Lorne. When would they?

Chapter Three

“That was an awesome film,” gushed Jill as they got out of the taxi to go into the after-party.

“Yeah, it was okay,” responded Alexa.

She nervously gathered her coat about her and adjusted her red silk cocktail dress that she had spent way too much money on. She felt ridiculously out of place among so many celebrities and the whole film world in general. It didn’t help that she had been stressing about this party throughout the whole movie. She had put too much emphasis on a silly party where she’d know no one except for her friend, who was already trolling the surroundings for a hot guy. Alexa checked to make sure she had enough cash for a taxi home; she could already see where this evening was headed.

They approached the new, trendy restaurant that had been taken over for the evening, and gave their names to the attendant at the door. After checking his list, the tall, impeccably dressed man undid the rope and let them pass, eyeing them up and down like they were prize cattle. Alexa realised at that second that she was not cut out for the meat-market lifestyle. She wanted an erotically charged lover, but she didn’t want to have to go through this leer-fest to get there.

Once inside, however, she decided she didn’t have to worry. There were so many gorgeous females dressed to the teeth in hot designer outfits with amazing bodies, she doubted any man would even glance at her. She drank in the sights and sounds of the rich and successful, all glorying in their latest triumph, while the rest of the party-goers did their best to absorb what they could by basking nearby.

As one of the designated baskers, Alexa turned to comment to Jill that the opulent gold filigree decor was a bit much, and discovered her friend was nowhere in sight. Instead, she locked eyes with the most glorious hunk of male flesh she’d ever had the chance to see this up close and personal. Like a blond Adonis, he was tall, with blue eyes and an obviously muscular frame that was being held at bay by his tuxedo. Alexa couldn’t believe such a creature stood next to her. His eyes lit up as he gazed down at her, and she noticed he took a quick peek at her neckline before looking back up. Alexa flushed, silently thanking the garish restaurant for having the wisdom to install dim lighting, and she smiled what she hoped was not too brazen a smile.

“How lovely,” she thought she heard the Adonis say.

“I’m sorry?” she said. The laughter, chatter and live blues band were making it almost impossible for her to hear.

He leaned in closer to her and she caught her breath as she felt his warmth near her ear.

“My name is Lorne.”

She inhaled his scent; a strong, earthy masculine smell that made her heart start to beat a little faster. This was not cologne—this was him.

“I’m Alexa. Are you involved in this film?”

She immediately regretted saying it, but he had caught her by surprise. Now she sounded like some hanger-on. Maybe he would think she was some desperate actress who had blown someone to get on the list.

“Yes, you could say that. Are you?”

He had a sort of playful look in his eyes, and she felt like such an idiot. To make her feel even less confident, Jill picked that moment to re-emerge.

“Ooh,” she gushed as she appeared on the other side of Lorne. “Introduce me to your yummy friend!”

Alexa watched in dismay as Lorne turned and gave Jill an appreciative look.

“Jill, this is Lorne. Uh, we actually just met.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get to know each other much better,” Jill continued as Alexa pondered how she could escape this mortifying moment.

“Hello, Jill.” Lorne extended his hand, an oddly formal gesture. He hadn’t shaken her hand, so she tried to ascertain what that meant.

“Well, very nice to meet you, Lorne,” said Jill, almost laughing.

Alexa was sure these two were going to hit it off, and that she would be hailing that taxi in no time. She had known this man—if you could even call it ‘knowing him’—for all of sixty seconds, and yet she knew she would feel bad if he took up with Jill instead of her. And why

wouldn’t he pick Jill? She was beautiful, experienced, and could say all the right things. Plus, she was scorching hot.

“I just came over to let you know that I ran into Bob. I don’t know how he snaked his way in. Anyway, we’re taking off—this party is pretty lame. Will you be all right?”

Alexa could have sworn she saw Jill wink. She hoped Lorne hadn’t seen it.

“Of course,” said Alexa. “You guys have fun. I was just getting ready to take off anyway, too.”

“Okay, sweetie, see ya later!” And, with that, Jill disappeared through the masses of party-goers.

Alexa looked back to see Lorne staring at her, not looking after Jill at all.

“Jill’s a colleague where I work,” Alexa stammered, trying to make conversation.

“You weren’t serious, were you?” said Lorne.

“About her being my colleague?”