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Archive name: triad.txt (MMF, rom, oral, bi)
Authors name: Bruce Bucanon (bruce bucanon@aol.com)
Story title : Triad of Trust

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Triad of Trust (MMF, rom, oral, bi)
by Bruce Bucanon (bruce bucanon@aol.com)

***

A bisexual man gets a very unique and mysterious gift 
certificate from his partner. When he redeems it, he 
embarks on a journey that ultimately leads him to a 
colossal surprise.

***

"Last page, just initial here and sign here, please." 
Said the clerk with a smile.

I finished the paperwork and set the pen on the counter. 
I would not have been here if my partner hadn't given me 
that gift certificate.

"Thank you. Here is your pager. That's all there is to 
it. You may go now, and have a nice day!" she said as she 
walked away from the counter.

I know why they put her on the counter. Front office 
material, she was tall, blonde, and fairly attractive to 
most of the population. But she is not my type. She reeks 
of artificial personality, insincerity, and probable 
eating disorders and has an I.Q. score equal to the 
wattage of a nightlight. The owner probably was 
hypnotized by the wiggle and shake of her gait. 

I walk out of the downtown office building and stroll 
back to my car.

M-I-C, K-E-Y, M-O-U-S- Click. I answer my cell phone, "Hi 
Honey!"

Aaron asks, "So did you do it?"

"Yes, I finally did it. I don't know what the big deal 
is. Why all the secrecy?" I ask.

"It is just a few legal technicalities for the big 
surprise."

"But why a nondisclosure agreement, waivers, and all of 
the releases?"

"Mostly to protect their trade secrets. You'll see. I 
know it seems like a hassle but the surprise will be 
worth it. I promise."

"Okay, but what kind of a name is Trust, Inc.?"

"Just trust me. It will be fun. I love you Tim. I have to 
go now. I will see you later. Bye babe." He says quickly.

"But..." I try to add but it is too late. The call ended, 
the line is dead. I hate it when he does that.

I get into my car and drive away. At least it is a 
beautiful day. It is sunny, warm and not too hot. The 
mountains in the distance are still lush and green from 
all of those April showers. I was even lucky enough to 
get a shady parking spot so the car is nice and cool. The 
shadows are getting longer.

The pager starts to go off. Beep, Beep, Beep while 
vibrating in my pocket.

I pull over to the curb and stop. I dig it out of my 
pocket and scroll to the message:

IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM TRUST, INC:
THE SURPRISE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. GO TO THE FOLLOWING 
ADDRESS A.S.A.P.
GAS, GUZZLE 'N GRILL CONVENIENCE STORE
CORNER OF MAGNOLIA AVE AND LINCOLN PARKWAY
THERE IS A PACKAGE UNDER THE RIGHT MOST PAYPHONE IN THE 
PARKING LOT.
RETRIEVE IT. AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS INSIDE.


This is kind of cool. I like spy thrillers as much as the 
next guy. So I drive quickly and carefully to the 
location and retrieve a manila envelope from under the 
payphone. I get back into my car and open the envelope.

Inside I find a bundle of papers, the coversheet says:

Dear Tim,

I want you know that everything is going to be fine. 
Every detail of this surprise has been taken care of. You 
have my permission to play along and have fun. Anything 
goes. Just remember that I love you. And have a great 
time.

Love,

Aaron

Okay. So far so good, I guess. I turn the page:

Tim,

Your mission is to get to the airport. Attached to the 
document you are reading now you will find a white 
security envelope and a key. Use the locker key to open 
locker #802 in the southeast corner of the domestic 
terminal. Inside the locker you will find a carryon bag 
with everything you need for this mission. Inside the 
white security envelope is a first class ticket for 
flight 777 to Las Vegas. Your flight is scheduled to 
depart the airport at 8:00 p.m. Once your flight is 
airborne, continue reading the attached documents.

Sincerely,

Frank Franklin
General Manager
Trust, Inc.

I put down the documents and drive to the airport. I park 
in the long term parking ramp and take the shuttle to the 
terminal. I locate the locker and use the key to open it. 
Inside is a Cordura duffle bag. I take a quick peek 
inside and there is a standard shaving kit, a laptop 
computer, and a change of clothes. Nothing obviously 
illegal or dangerous, since September 11, 2001 no one is 
going to take any chances. So I proceed to the check-in 
desk and give the agent my ticket. 

I am a little surprised at my luck, there is no line and 
as the ticket agent is checking me in, I am checking him 
out. The security badge on his lapel says Roger. He is 
about 6 ft 2 inches, mid to late 20's, built like an 
Olympic gymnast. His suit coat obviously conceals a very 
hard body. Dirty blonde hair and has the most amazing 
blue eyes. His chiseled square chin is shaven clean and 
his cologne just makes my mouth is water.

"Mr. Stone, do you have any bags to check?" he says in 
the most endearing and attractive way, no detectable 
accent.

I hesitate imagining all of the nasty things we could do 
together, then reply. "No, I am traveling light this 
trip."

He nods and smiles and his fingers do some typing into 
his computer terminal.

"Mr. Stone, there is a minor problem with your flight. We 
are working on rectifying the situation, but it will be 
delayed for at least twenty minutes. Here is your 
boarding pass, if you go to gate 21. There is a door 
number 214 near the gate. This card will admit you to our 
private VIP lounge. You will be very comfortable there 
and I will personally notify you when your flight is 
ready to board."

"That sounds wonderful, Roger. Thank you very much and I 
look forward to seeing you there." I say as I smile and 
gaze at his eyes.

I take the documents from Roger and my hand grazes his 
hand as I do so. In an instant I have a flash of images 
zipping through my head and I feel as if a bolt of 
electricity passed through my hand when we touched. I 
walk away, glancing over my shoulder and exchanging eye 
contact again.

I proceed to the gate, passing through the security check 
checkpoint on my way. I locate gate 21 and find a simple 
door with 214, printed and written in Braille, on an 
otherwise blank plastic plaque, on the wall nearby. 

I open the door and go inside. There is a long hallway 
ramping up and an airline employee sitting at a small 
desk.

As I get closer I realize that there is the most stunning 
brunette sitting at the desk. She has the dynamic 
demeanor of a beauty queen. Her security badge says 
Rachael. Reminiscent of a librarian with has her hair up 
in a braid, and glasses. She is extremely sexy, in a 
reserved, mysterious way. 

She looks up and politely asks with a hypnotic sparkle in 
her eye, and a delicious southern drawl on her lips, "May 
I help you sir?"

I give her the card as I say. "Roger sent me."
 
She stands up to say. "Yes, Mr. Stone, I have been 
expecting you. This way please."

She opens a door and turns on the lights. The distant 
sound of the piped in instrumental version of "Send In 
The Clowns" fills 30-foot by 60-foot room without 
windows. An intricate mural is painted on the long wall, 
with images of historical moments in aviation history. It 
is beautifully illuminated by a modern low voltage 
suspended cable track lighting system. There is a very 
well stocked wet bar at one end and a partition at the 
opposite end of the room. Overstuffed red velvet 
sectional is in the center of the room with modern black 
lacquered end tables and a coffee table. 

It is a very elegant and tastefully done room. I notice 
that there are some excellent gallery art books sitting 
on the table. There is also a buffet with a wonderful 
spread of pates, caviar, deli meats, cheeses, tea 
sandwiches, and canap‚s.

Rachael asks, "We try to treat our VIP passengers very 
well. I am sure that you will not be disappointed. Would 
you like a massage?"

Surprised I inquire, "You provide massages?"

Rachael replies, "Only the best, and only to please our 
VIP clients."

"Sure, that sounds wonderful. Where do I need to go?" 

"If you would step behind the partition and put on a 
towel, while I set up the massage table."

I step behind the partition and there is a hot tub and a 
small restroom. I set down my bag, disrobe and put on a 
warm towel from the heated rack. I peek around the 
partition and I am surprised to find that Rachael has a 
massage table set up and the lighting is more subdued. 
There is a chorus of votive candles flickering gently on 
a nearby table. It is a very relaxing site. And the 
slightest hint of vanilla tickles my nostrils.

I lie face down on the table. Rachael takes my towel off 
and loosely drapes it over my ass. She disappears for a 
moment and returns wearing only an oversized terry cloth 
robe and a smile. She no longer has her glasses on and it 
is as if a turtle has come out of its shell. 

Gone is any hint of a librarian. In her place is a 
perfect goddess. She doesn't walk. She glides across the 
room, obviously the result of a finishing or charm 
school. She picks up some warm oil and pours it on my 
back. Then her fingers start to do their magic on my 
back. Her fingers magically find and work out all the 
knots. Then she proceeds to my legs and feet. She moves 
up to my head and massages my scalp. 

I open my eyes and see the most beautiful legs and feet 
through the face hole in the table. I catch a scent of 
delicate perfume punctuated with a hint of fragrant 
womanhood. I close my eyes and enjoy the massage. I am so 
relaxed that I drift off to sleep.

After what could have been an eternity I hear Roger's 
voice. "Mr. Stone. Mr. Stone?"

Groggily I reply "Yes, Roger?"

"Mr. Stone I regret to inform you that your flight has 
been cancelled. I have made arrangements for another 
flight to take you to Las Vegas. But that flight will not 
be ready for about an hour. You are welcome to wait here 
until the flight is ready."

"That will be fine. What gate will it be at?" I ask.

"Actually, it will be a special private jet. Chartered 
just for you. And arrangements have been made for the 
plane to meet you at the same gate."

Details? They weren't kidding.

"Splendid." I say.

Rachael says to Roger, "Roger do you think that you could 
continue the massage? My fingers need a little break 
right now."

"I would be happy to, if that is okay with Mr. Stone?"

"Sounds good to me." I say.

Rodger disappears for a few moments and returns wearing 
only a robe. I notice the curly locks of hair on his 
masculine and sculpted chest.

Rodger asks, "Since you have had the back side oiled and 
worked, why don't you turn over and I will take care of 
the front?"

I turn over without hesitation. I am still so relaxed 
after having Rachael working her fingers on my body. In 
my haste my towel falls to the floor. 

Rachael bends over and picks it up and says, "Well we 
can't have this here someone may slip and fall."

I get a full glimpse at her ample cleavage. What is it 
about cleavage that just attracts our attention? Gay, Bi 
or Straight it doesn't matter, if it is there we can't 
help but look at it. Must be a survival instinct. She 
looks at me with a wink and a smile and proceeds to toss 
the towel in a hamper. 

Roger, standing on my left, puts oil on my chest and 
starts to rub it into my skin with his powerful hands. 
Rachael standing on my right is watching closely. They 
each look at me, then look at each other and smile. My 
hands are gently griping the edges of the table, by my 
sides. Rachael starts to gently trace just the tips of 
her fingernails against the top of my legs. Just enough 
to send a bolt of electricity through my nervous system 
and trigger goose bumps and a chill up my neck. I sense 
my penis coming to life. Just starting to stir.

Roger moves a little closer and I feel a bulge brush 
against my left hand. At almost the same instant Rachael 
moves forward and as her robe drifts open, I feel her 
pubic mound brush lightly against my right hand.

Again I start to feel another sensation ripple through my 
member as it stirs and awakens to become a raging cock.

I hear a slight giggle from Rachael and a chuckle from 
Roger. They notice the effect that they are having on me. 
They know exactly what they are doing. They obviously 
have been well briefed by Aaron.

I just smile and look back and forth at the two. Roger's 
robe slowly opens revealing his gorgeous pectorals. 
Roger's fingernails just graze my nipples and send 
another tingle wave through my body.

I let my hands wander a little as I teasingly expose and 
brush the tip of Roger's cock with my left fingertips, 
while I just graze Rachael's clit. I hear a slight gasp 
erupt from each side in stereo. This is going to fun.

I let my hands wander up and my left hand delicately 
traces Roger's six-pack abs, while my right hand traces 
circles around Rachael's slightly softer, but very sexy 
belly button.
I feel their hands moving all over my body. Just barely 
touching my skin. I feel more of a gentle warm wandering 
than an actual touch. It is this absence of touch that 
amplifies the sensations and is getting my nipples and 
cock very hard.

Suddenly, there is no more warmth and they step back, a 
step away from me. I can't reach either of them. Then 
there is a silent almost imperceptible whoosh of air as 
they both let their robes drop to the floor. Rachael and 
Roger each have very erect nipples. And I take a gander 
at Roger's tremendous tool.

Rachael and Roger step back next to me and take hold of 
my hands.

"Let's move to the hot tub." Rachael said.

"You will be much more comfortable there." Roger said.

They helped me get to my feet. And we walked over to the 
hot tub.

The hot tub is huge. It is built in to the floor of the 
building. So we step down into it and sit on the edge. I 
notice just how beautiful each of these two people are. 
They have great bodies. They don't have any tattoos or 
body piercing. Rachael doesn't even have any pierced 
ears. That is extremely rare. Both have a natural glow to 
their skin. No tan lines. Rachael's face is so naturally 
beautiful that I can't even tell if she is wearing any 
make up. They both have manicured fingernails, but 
Rachael's are natural looking. Clear nail polish and 
without any acrylic fingernails. And it is obvious that 
both are well endowed, and naturally so. No plastic 
surgeries here. Although Roger has been cut. But that is 
what I am used to anyway.

Rachael's breasts are large; they must be 36 D or DD's. 
Wow, natural beauty like this is rare. I guide Rachael 
onto her back. I guide Roger's hand toward Rachael's 
breasts. He takes the hint and starts to kiss Rachael 
while he fondles her breasts.

I gently part her sexy legs and catch my first 
unrestricted glimpse of her womanhood. Her pubic hair has 
been shaved to a fine narrow patch. Her lips are swollen 
and moist and I can feel the radiant heat just by looking 
at them. I take a deep breath and get a nose full of her 
succulent aroma. It has been a long time. But once tried 
it is permanently ingrained in the memory. I gently kiss 
each inner thigh, and I move in toward home. 

A tender flick, the tip of my tongue against her clit, in 
a swirling motion. I sense Rachael's whole body tense as 
she lets out a muffled moan. She obviously was not 
expecting this.

I look up to Roger running his tongue across the 
succulent curves of her neck. She is gently griping his 
fabulous cock in her fist. Her eyes are closed but she is 
definitely enjoying the quality of this kind of 
treatment.

I change gears and start to rhythmically tap with the tip 
of my tongue. Lightly and slowly at first, then 
quickening the pace. I test the waters with my index 
finger, without missing a beat with my tongue. This pussy 
very wet but I am surprised to find that Rachael has the 
tightest twat I have ever seen. I feel her muscles 
tightening around my finger. She must work out, Ben-Wa-
Balls or something. She is not a virgin, but her ability 
to so completely control her muscles makes her feel 
tighter than one. I take out my finger and taste it. 
Incredible. Indescribable. Better than ever. 

I continue to tease and lick her tasty twat and clit. I 
bring her to the brink of orgasm and teasingly keep her 
there, her body is orbiting just shy of the edge that I 
know she is hoping to cross. I can sense it in her 
breathing, in her voice and in her rhythmic writhing. 

I take a breath and ask. "Roger, back off for a few 
minutes."

He complies. He watches closely but is no longer touching 
her. He is gently stroking himself, just enough to keep 
his cock ready for action.

I continue pleasing her with my amazing tongue, pushing 
her just shy of the pinnacle, within millimeters of the 
peak, then backing off slightly and bringing her back, 
but not over the threshold.

After about ten minutes of this I suddenly and silently 
stop. But I can tell by her body language that her body 
still thinks that I am continuing the treatment.

After about a minute, Rachael protests breathlessly, "Oh 
Mr. Stone you are a dirty bastard."

Details, damn it Aaron has been telling my deepest 
secrets. Being called a "bastard" is a big turn-on.

I reply, "Anyone can induce an orgasm, but only a true 
master with their tongue can understand your body so well 
as to keep you at the threshold like that. I am going to 
make your body want it so bad, need it so bad, that when 
you finally do cum, it will be the one that you will 
never forget, and can never duplicated. Infinitely better 
than everything before it, combined."

I get up and sit on the edge of the hot tub. Roger gets 
up and walks over to me. I pull him closer. He is 
straddling my legs right in front of me. His cock is 
right where I want it, right in front of my face.

Rachael recovers and steps into the tub. She knows how to 
completely attract and maintain eye contact. She knows 
she is sexy and beautiful, but is a master at hiding it. 
She has the poise of a supermodel, minus some of the 
attitude. She puts her head between Roger's legs and is 
in a perfect spot, right next to my cock.

I look up at Roger. I reach up and tweak his nipples with 
both hands. The angle of his cock is just right so I am 
able to take him fully into my mouth in one swoop, 
without letting go of his nipples. The move catches him 
by surprise.

I feel Rachael's tongue exploring the crown of my cock.

I let go of Roger's nipples and cock, so I could spit 
lightly on my left fingers with my mouth. I grab onto 
Roger's rod with my right hand and continue to do laps 
with my tongue. I part his cheeks with my hand and rub 
his puckering hole with my moist and still oiled fingers. 
In one swift motion I grab his left ass cheek with my 
right hand and pull him closer, while forcing his entire 
length of man meat down my throat, while I slide a finger 
middle finger from my left hand into his sphincter.

I am experienced and able to resist my gag reflex and 
even able to add a sucking force by tightening my lips 
and dropping my jaw slightly. I just hold him there for a 
few seconds. Then slide him out, adding a lot more 
suction once the head of his cock has cleared my throat. 
I swirl my tongue around the bottom edge of the head and 
look up at Roger. He looks a little dazed and confused.

After a moment Roger says, "What...How...Where did you 
learn to do that?"

I grab his cock in my right hand, pull him out of my 
mouth, and stroke him lightly.

"Some people feel that I should have a PhD in sex. But I 
assure you that I am self-taught. Practice makes 
perfect." I gloat. 

Just as I finish the statement, Rachael forcefully grabs 
my balls in one hand, wrapping her fingers around the 
scrotum, as she slides my cock all the way down her 
throat, in to the hilt. Catching me by surprise and fully 
captivating my attention. Just the right amount of 
pressure, any more would be intensely painful, but it is 
an incredible combination. And unlike anything I have 
ever experienced. I am now dumbfounded. She slowly slides 
her head up my shaft, and suddenly takes it all the way 
back in.

I can only make a slight sound, "Uh."

Uncontrollably my right hand gradually releases from the 
depths of Roger.

Rachael slides my bulging rod out of her talented mouth 
and takes her free hand and wraps it around the base and 
strokes me as she takes a breath. Even her oiled palm 
feels incredible. The sensations. The image. 
Overwhelming. I almost feel like my cock is going to 
explode. Not just in an orgasmic sense, but almost like a 
Ballpark frank sense.

I have never seen the veins on my cock as it is now. She 
has all of the slack of the skin on my cock, tight as 
drums head in her other hand. Rachael looks me right in 
the eye as she strokes my cock, moves her head back 
closer and swirls her outstretched tongue around the tip 
of my cock. Going slower. Slower. The image is just too 
much; my eyeballs start to roll back in my head. She 
stops licking. She stops stroking. She just grips my 
balls, just a little more tightly.

I am panting. I am livid. I open my eyes. 

Rachael still looking right into my eyes winks and says, 
"Turnabout is fair play."

Rachael releases her death grip from my scrotum.

After a few seconds I breathlessly reply, "Touch‚." 

Roger's face has a giant smile on it.

Rachael moves backward fully into the hot tub and sits 
back and relaxes, her boobs floating up in front of her.

Roger disappears on the other side of the partition.

I catch my breath and take the plunge into the hot tub as 
well.

The temperature is perfect. Not too hot, just cool enough 
that we can stay in it for a longer period of time. And 
the jets feel great.

I move next to Rachael.

"So where did you get your PhD?" I ask.

"The same alma mater as you, Mr. Stone. Good ole F. U., 
all the way." Rachael replied.

Both of us break out in laughter.

"You know Rachael, I really love your hair." I comment.

Braids have a way of turning me on. They always have, 
especially when the hair is up and the naked neck is 
exposed. There is just something incredibly sexy about 
it. It is a hot, sensitive region, just waiting to be 
explored by my lips and my tongue. I savor the 
intoxicating fragrance of the clean hair. The sounds of 
her breathe as I play. The rise and fall of her cleavage 
as I look over the shoulder. My actions. Her reactions. 
Just a little of the sensual images that race through my 
head. Brought on by the thought of braids.

I move closer to her and ever so lightly run my fingers 
along the back of her neck. I see goose bumps forming; 
her nipples stiffen under the sexual under toe. Her body 
is responding unconsciously to the slightest stimulation. 
I move closer, I feel the reflection of my breath off of 
her neck.

I whisper as silently as possible, "I could get lost for 
a lifetime exploring every nook and cranny of your sexy, 
delicious, tight, little body."

Rachael turns her head slightly and responds, "I bet you 
could."

Her eyes, the window to the soul, are so hypnotic. So 
inviting, so familiar. Commanding my attention. The 
sexual tension is the room, the silence is deafening. I 
never thought I would be so attracted to another woman. 
Not after all of the horrible things that my first two 
wives did. The shattered trust. The abuse. The guilt 
trips and the mind games all took a heavy toll. I never 
thought I could trust another woman. I am torn. Alarms 
are ringing in my head. But I feel like I am trapped in 
some kind of a tractor beam. Pulling me closer to her. I 
have completely lost track of where I am. Where is Roger? 

Our stares are fixed. Neither of us blinks. I want 
Rachael. Every cell in my body is crying out to kiss her. 
I want her completely and totally. Not just now, but 
always.

This is not a game. This can't be happening. What is 
going on? I want Aaron. I want Rachael. I want Aaron. I 
want Rachael. I want Aaron and Rachael. Always. Where is 
Aaron? I don't want Roger. Roger is just eye candy. A 
good hard body but he doesn't know how to touch me the 
way Aaron does. I don't know what is going on.

Yes. Yes. I know what is going on. Aaron was my first 
man. He was my first real male lover. Not just a dildo or 
vibrator. The first man I was ever actually physically 
attracted to. The first person I could totally and 
completely trust. After I swore off women. After I was 
just hurt too many times, he was there. He is my soul 
mate. He is my partner. He knew all of the little secrets 
of my life without me teaching him. He knew how to push 
my buttons. He knew how to make me cum faster than anyone 
else could. Not just a shallow ejaculation. No! He could 
send me soaring through the universe on a one way ticket 
to the stars. That is it. That is it!

"Roger! If you can hear me, bring me my Aaron!" I 
exclaim.

Still neither of us blinks. The universe is falling 
completely into place. I can see my future in Rachael's 
eyes. Don't ask me how I know but I know it is true.
I wrap my arms around her and I finally kiss her. She is 
a perfect fit. Not some fake motion picture kiss. This is 
a kiss to end all kisses. Passions burning. Thirst 
quenching. Life sustaining. It is a bombs bursting in 
air, knee weakening, and soul-searching kiss.

We are made for each other. We have been searching for 
each other. And there is only one piece of the puzzle 
missing, Aaron.

There is a mechanical whirling sound as a hidden door 
opens from the mural. A silhouette approaches, Aaron with 
only a robe on.

"Honey, you got me so good! How the hell did you find 
Rachael?" I ask.

I grab Rachael's hand and we get out of the hot tub. 
Roger is there with fresh robes. Rachael and I put them 
on. 

"Does it really matter how? What really matters is that 
she is the one for us. She is the missing link. The triad 
is now complete." Aaron replies.

"How do you think I feel? I have been searching for the 
two of you as well." Rachael adds, "No man could ever 
satisfy me, but I just know that you two, will."

Aaron, Rachael and I embrace. Tears streaming down our 
faces.

"This is the best surprise ever!" I say.

"I told you to trust me." Aaron reminds me.

We all move to the sectional. There are three flutes of 
champagne waiting for us on the coffee table. We raise 
our glasses.

"To us and the power of three!" Aaron cheers.

"To us and the power of three!" Rachael and I reply, in 
unison.

We sip our champagne and place the glasses on the end 
tables. Rachael reads my mind and she pushes the coffee 
table out about three feet. All three of us disrobe. 
Rachael and I move next to Aaron.

"Let's get the real party started." I announce.

Aaron's body is not in quite the same condition as 
Roger's was, but I trust him and we have extremely strong 
chemistry together, and he is familiar. He is a little 
older than Roger but I find him very attractive. I am 
still and always will be in love with Aaron. Now this is 
just another addition to the mix, strengthening the bond 
and cementing the three of us together. I can sense a 
duplicate connection between Aaron and Rachael, Rachael 
and I, and Aaron and I. No jealousy, no dishonesty, just 
a cosmic connection and total trust. The purest love that 
three people can share.

I move to Aaron's right ear as Rachael moves to his left 
ear. We whisper. "I love you Aaron"

Aaron replies. "I love you two."

I run my fingers through his hair with my left hand as I 
tweak his right nipple with my right hand. Rachael starts 
to tweak his left nipple with her left hand, as she drags 
her fingernails of her right hand lightly up the back of 
his neck.

We both drag our tongues lightly over the sides of his 
neck. Return to where we started our saliva trails and 
blow gently with cooled breath over the moistened skin. I 
notice that his shaft is fully deployed. I give Rachael a 
wink and she straddles his lap. She sits facing Aaron. 
His long pole is pressed against him by her weight. She 
is radiating moist heat from her womanhood as it rubs 
against his shaft. It is impossible for him to gain entry 
to her depths. She just rolls her hips and is stroking 
the bottom of his hard pole with the external lips of her 
pussy.

I move to the floor for a better, closer view. And I go 
right for Rachael's tight little asshole with my tongue. 
Rimming her out.

Aaron grabs Rachael's generous bosoms in his hands and 
passionately kisses Rachael's open mouth.

Rachael continues her movements, making both of them 
extremely hot and ready for action. The sight alone is 
making me hot, too.

I grab the lubricant off of the end table and grease up 
my rigid member. I apply a little dab on my finger and 
moisten Rachael's back door.

Rachael takes the cue and raises herself up so she can 
slowly lower her tight twat on Aaron rock hard tool.

I slide my finger in slightly to lube her sphincter.

I move into position with my cock.

Rachael moves slowly down on Aaron's cock as I slide 
gingerly into her tight backdoor. I can feel my partner's 
cock pressing against my cock through the thin membrane 
of Rachael. When we are both fully inside her. We hold 
our position. I grab Rachael's hair and pull slightly 
back. Breaking the kiss that Aaron and her were sharing. 
I start to tighten and release the muscles of my cock. I 
feel Aaron doing the same, as if our cocks were sending 
some sort of Morse code right through the depths of 
Rachael. Then to my surprise Rachael starts to 
rhythmically tighten and release her muscles too.

I take a moment to reach forward slightly and plant a big 
wet kiss on Rachael's neck.
Aaron starts to tune Rachael's transceiver with the knobs 
on her nipples. With the messages sent I begin my thrusts 
on Rachael's back door. One, two, three, and then I hold 
still. Then Rachael and Aaron move together to thrust, 
one, two, and three. We continue to alternate like this 
for a while, gradually picking up the pace. We are all 
breathing as one. I would even swear that our pulses were 
in sync. It was amazing. A chorus of moans and grunts 
were emanating from our huddled masses. Then the rhythm 
changed a little. We were alternating in single strokes.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me you bastards!" Rachael exclaimed.

"Oh, yes!" Aaron responded.

I could feel the pitch rising. Pressures building, my 
cock was ready to blow. Then something truly remarkable 
happened. We pounded harder and faster than I ever 
thought that I could and we all came together at the same 
time. It was amazing. My world turned dark I could sense 
the three of our souls swirling, dancing in the cosmic 
void. We all just came and came and came. And when it was 
all over we all collapsed onto the sectional.

When I came to, I saw Aaron's flaccid cock all gooey with 
cum and I couldn't hold back. I went down and sucked him 
clean until he recovered enough to pull me off. The 
sensations were too intense for his hypersensitive 
member.

Next I saw Rachael's sopping cunt and I went down on her, 
cleaning her out with my hungry mouth and tenacious 
tongue. When I was finished, Rachael pulled me up her 
face and kissed my face clean.


We all went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. 
Forgoing any attempts at covering ourselves. Vanity and 
privacy was not a concern. We all felt absolutely 
comfortable with each other.

We went back to the sectional.

I lay down on my back on the sectional.

Aaron greased his fingers, entered my eager ass, 
massaging my prostate as he skillfully sucked on my cock.

Rachael sat on my face with her dripping hot box as she 
sucked on her own nipples. The sight of her smooth round 
ass hovering over my face, her beautiful sexy back, and 
those braids were overwhelming. 

I just ate her pussy as best that I could. I had a hard 
time concentrating on what I was doing. Aaron is a master 
at pushing my ass buttons. Then suddenly things changed.

I felt Rachael grabbing my scrotum again. Then I felt two 
distinct tongues battling over my cock. They worked 
together to magically keep me hovering around an orgasm 
with exploding. Playing with nitro glycerin they were, 
and masterfully I might add.

I was doing my best to keep Rachael hovering on the brink 
too. I was struggling trying to remember to breath. My 
mind was drifting in the void of space. My body was on 
autopilot. The triad was swirling and dancing in the 
celestial plane.

Whoosh! My mind has returned to this plane. I feel 
Rachael's hot slick juices streaming down my cheeks. My 
tongue is tap; tap, tapping on her clit. I feel almost to 
the brink of orgasm as the fingers and Aaron's tongue 
work in concert.

Then Aaron pulled his digits out of my ass and Rachael 
climbed off.

I catch my breath for a second and then get up.

We threw a few cushions on the floor and Rachael got down 
on her knees.

Rachael has got the finest female ass I have ever seen.

Doggie style was always my favorite heterosexual 
position. It was the first position that I was ever able 
to achieve and orgasm in. I love the sound and feeling of 
my balls slapping against a woman's clit. I love to grab 
a woman's hair and suspend her torso off the floor as I 
drive my rod home. I love the view of my cock dancing in 
between the cheeks. I love it all, it is so hot.

This time though was going to be even better. As I 
entered Rachael's tighter than a virgin twat, because of 
her exquisite muscle tone and control, Aaron grabbing my 
ass and was driving his rod home, too.

I was in hog heaven. I had the best show, while getting 
my own ass fucked into tomorrow.

We developed our own syncopated rhythm. Gradually the 
pace quickened.

Rachael was moaning and screaming.

"Oh you two bastard's fuck me like the bitch that I am!" 
I was surprised to be yelling at the top of my lungs.

And the moment that really threw me for a loop was when 
Rachael reached back under herself and grabbed my balls 
with her hand, as I was tapping her cunt from behind. 
That was the final straw. I could not hold back any 
longer. I was way over the top.

I was screaming and yelling as we came together yet 
again. It was roller coasters ride in my mind as we came. 
I came and came and came. It was magical feeling Aaron 
blow his hot wad in my ass, as I blew mine in Rachael, 
and she came around my cock. Finally it was too much. I 
blacked out. I don't remember much of anything after 
that.

When I finally did wake up, we were all sleeping together 
right there on the carpet. There truly was peace in our 
world.

Like I said before and I will say it again, "It was the 
best surprise ever."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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