Naughty Threesome Sex Story with a Twist
"The Other Woman," a Dirty Martini tale by Giselle Renarde
Gritos de Luz desde las sombras, by Martin Toye (prints available at ObsessionArt.com).
“Who is she?”
“Not is. Was.”
“Fine,” Edith replied, wrapping fond arms around Garret’s mellow middle. Resting her cheek against his belly, she gazed at him with the adoring smile of a small child. “Who was she, then?”
He looked away, staring at the embroidered pink roses on the closed velvet window curtains.
“Who…was…she?” Edith chimed, accentuating each word with a kiss to his chest.
“I don’t see why it matters,” he whined, already exasperated.
“It doesn’t matter,” she agreed, pinching his love handles. “I’m only asking because I’m curious. You should tell me things—secrets, I mean. Tell me all the dirty little morsels of life you can’t share with Cindy.”
Garret covered his face with his hands. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about my wife when we’re in bed. It makes me so…”
“Flaccid?” she teased, waggling his limp dick side to side.
“I was going to say guilty, thank you very much!”
He smiled. Rustling her hair, which had been done up like The Andrews Sisters’ before their romp in the sac destroyed the look, he surveyed the hotel room. Edith’s blue polka-dot sailor girl dress hung with some degree of trepidation over the shade of the floor lamp in the corner. One of her high heels had somehow wedged itself beside the television in the overbearing entertainment unit. The other was nowhere to be seen.
Grinning at her queer retro taste in all things fashion, he went on, “You try dating a twenty-three-year old when you’re my age, and see how long it takes for your sexual prowess to diminish.”
“What was it this afternoon?” Edith reminisced, as though their lovemaking had taken place decades prior. “Three solid fucks, if memory serves.”
“Three and a half,” Garret insisted. “And I finished you off after the third round.”
“Ah, yes. You give excellent head, I must say…”
“So, technically, that counts as four.”
“And we must always be technical about these matters,” she replied, mocking his accent. Fetching the date book from her handbag, she jotted down 4-fuck afternoon. “These records are for the ages.”
She threw her calendar and pen across the room. The pen landed in the shoe by the TV. “I don’t think you’re old.”
“I never said you did,” he chuckled, tracing fingertips along the back of her neck.
“You never say it, but you think it all the time.” She kissed his shoulder with lips that had once been bright red. Her lipstick was now spread in stains across his much-loved body. “You’re only, what, seventeen years older than me? That’s really not that bad.”
“I never said it was.”
“But you thought it.”
She was right, of course. Strange how someone with far fewer years of life experience could always be right about everything.
“I want to meet her,” Edith went on.
“Meet whom?”
“Your other other woman,” she giggled. “Can I meet her? Will you set it up?”
He shook his head. Alright, so she wasn’t right about everything. She was completely off-base with this. “What makes you think there was ever another woman?”
“Don’t you remember?” she asked, running her fingers through his pubic hair. “The first time we got a hotel room together I asked you if you’d ever cheated on Cindy.”
“Did you?” he asked, realizing her paws were eliciting a positive reaction downstairs. Maybe if he didn’t think too much about it, this would be a five-fuck encounter after all.
“Yes, and you told me you had an affair ages ago,” she went on, snaking her way down his body.
“I’m wishing I’d kept my mouth shut,” he said in reply. “Listen, Edith, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick. It really wasn’t what you think.”
“We should set up a threesome. I’ve always wanted to do another chick.”
That brought the lifeblood streaming back into his cock. Even if Edith was completely off-base about the nature of his affair five years past, the image of he and his young mistress participating in a threesome was more than he could handle.
“Oh God, Edith, stop hovering and suck my cock, will you?”
“Only if you promise to let me meet the other other woman,” she taunted, brushing her full breasts along his erect shaft.
“There is no other other woman,” he admitted, tortured by her silly games.
She didn’t buy it. “Make the call and I’ll suck your cock. Does she live in the city?”
“It isn’t…” he began, but he didn’t want to explain it all right now. “Yes.”
Picking up the phone on the night table, he dialled a number without reflection, then entered a familiar extension. “Hi, it’s Garret…No, I’m fine…Oh, yes, that’s right. Well, don’t tell…Anyway, I just have a quick second, but could we get together…”
“Next week,” Edith mouthed, pressing his firm cock between her tits.
“Next week. I’ll call you later with the details. Oh, that’s great. Bye, now.”
Hanging up the phone, he launched a despairing gaze in Edith’s direction. “Happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” she replied, devouring his cock.
**
When she sauntered into the hotel bar, Garret was sitting at a booth with a cute young man. Shoot! Some guy from work had obviously followed him to the hotel bar. How were they going to lose him before Garret had both she and another other woman to explain away?
“Oh, there you are,” Garret cheered, leaping from his seat to guide her over by the waist. “Michael, meet my Edith.”
My Edith?
“Edith! I love it,” the guy cried. He rose to shake her hand, but he seemed so awkward about it that she offered in return a half-smirk and a cute salute to match her red sailor dress.
As Garret urged her into the window side of their booth, Michael rambled, “Those classic names seem to have gone out of fashion, which is really quite sad when you consider it. There have been some fabulous Ediths: Edith Wharton…well, that’s the only one who comes to mind at the moment.”
“What about Edith Piaf?” she probed, chomping on her bubblegum. “She’s usually the first one people think of.”
On hearing her accent, Michael cheered, “Oh, an American girl! Simply marvelous.”
“Canadian,” she corrected, trying to catch Garret’s evasive gaze.
“Even better!” he cheered, clapping his hands. “I don’t think Garret mentioned how you know each other.”
Who was this guy? Why was he here?
“Cindy’s been mentoring Edith at the studio,” Garret cut in, a stray hand gripping her thigh. Her body throbbed at his touch.
“Ah, in silk-screen?”
“Yeah,” Edith replied, looking around for somewhere to put her expired gum. A paper napkin would have to do.
“Edith’s got some talent, I must say,” Garret applauded, shifting out of the booth.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Michael chuckled, winking in Garret’s direction.
“Indeed,” he replied, perhaps nervously. “Excuse me for a moment, will you both?”
She wanted to grab hold of his suit jacket and pull him back to the table, but he was gone in a flash. Turning her reluctant attention back to Michael, she whimpered, “Have I missed something here?”
Michael swallowed hard. Sipping his G&T, he looked off in the direction Garret had gone. They both did. There was no sign of him. “He gets nervous, at times. It isn’t insensitivity, it’s only that he doesn’t know quite what to say.” He took another sip, then set down his glass and turned it counter-clockwise. “Garret and I worked very, very closely at one time. I don’t know if he mentioned I’m his assistant at the office.”
“He didn’t mention anything,” she replied, trying not to snap at him.
“Don’t be too hard on Garret. He’s one of the gentlest, loveliest men I’ve ever known.”
As Edith pondered the guy’s blond curls and boyish good looks, an image took her from behind: an image of his cherubic pink lips against Garret’s, of his manicured hands unbuttoning Garret’s pressed white shirt, of lips on chest. “You’re the other other woman!”
“Something like that,” he replied with a forlorn grin. “You’re disappointed.”
“That bastard!” she scathed, smacking her hand against the table with such force a bolt of pain shot through her fingers. “I can’t believe he lied to me!”
“He lied?”
“Well, I assumed he’d had an affair with another woman, and he didn’t correct me,” she reasoned, massaging her knuckles. “Don’t you think he should have told me I was wrong? Now I feel like a complete idiot!”
“You mustn’t feel that way,” he consoled, touching his fingertips to hers. “You’re quite right: he should have advised you what to expect. Don’t be too hard on him, though. He’s only trying to give you what you asked for.”
“This is nowhere near what I asked for,” she snapped. When his expression dropped, she immediately regretted her harsh tone. “I’m sorry. It’s not you.” His eyes seemed to be tearing, so she encouraged, “Tell me something about you and Garret. What was it like between you two?”
A sad smile broke across Michael’s lips. “It was love on my side, lust on his.”
When he looked up, she smiled too. “That’s rough. I’ve been there.”
“Worse still, I never really fell out of love with him. It hasn’t helped, working for him all these years. It can be torture, loving someone from afar when you see him every day.”
“I bet,” Edith said with a slow nod. She’d imagined an encounter with a gritty but gorgeous woman, and instead she got a sensitive man who obviously still cared about Garret. As he gazed forlornly into his empty glass, her heart melted. He seemed like a sweetheart. “Are you really game for this?”
His countenance brightened. With a wide grin, he replied, “Anything for Garret.”
The image of her handsome suitor naked with this delicious male made her thighs tremble. “Where is Garret, anyway?”
“He’s waiting for us in the room.”
“That’s pretty presumptuous,” she laughed. Sliding from the booth, she winked at the beautiful stranger. “Let’s go.”
In the elevator, she took his trembling hand in hers. “This is going to be great,” she assured him, though she had no idea what she was getting into.
“What about you and Garret?” Michael asked, meeting her gaze in the mirrored elevator door. “Love or lust?”
Saved by the ding of the elevator bell, she pulled him onto the tenth floor. Skipping down the hall, she sang, “Right this way to the orgy room!”
Garret was no doubt pacing the floor when she knocked. He certainly seemed insecure upon opening the door. “Here we are, you naughty devil,” she began, bringing Michael into the room. “Surprised to see us? Or did you think the news would sound better coming from a total stranger?”
When he stammered an unintelligible response, she kissed his cheek and laughed.
“We’re not going to argue. Now, since you’ve been a bad boy, it’s ladies’ choice, and the lady wants to see you boys undress each other.”
An unmistakeable grin spread across Michael’s cheeks.
“Does this mean you’re not upset?” Garret pleaded as she kicked off her shoes and climbed on the bed.
Picking mints off the pillows, she sat at the head of the bed. “Don’t start asking questions like that, or I will be. This is not about talking. This is not about thinking or feeling or asking deep questions about life and relationships. This is sex, pure and sinful. Do you hear me, boys?”
Both nodded, stealing anticipatory glances at one another. “Well? What are you waiting for?” Edith demanded, peeling the wrapper from one of the pillow chocolates. “Strip!”
“It’s been so many years,” Michael lamented, brushing a hand across Garret’s crisp shirt.
“Too many,” Garret replied, forcing an arm around his waist and pulling him in close. “I’d forgotten how enticing I always found the scent of your skin.”
Clapping her hands with glee, Edith cheered, “Oh, this is so exciting. Now, kiss!”
“Better follow instructions,” Garret responded with a smirk. “Edith’s a harsh mistress.”
Her body drooled at the sight of Garret pressing his lips against Michael’s, as the bright young assistant gave in to experience. Their tongues mingling visibly, the two men released pleasured sighs like they’d been waiting far too long for this moment to arrive.
Michael’s fingers fumbled with Garret’s shirt buttons, and they toppled to the foot of the bed. The more frenzied their kissing, the faster their clothes seemed to remove themselves. Garret’s body was familiar like a security blanket. Michael’s was new, thin but fit. His pink nipples formed tight little buds, which Garret pinched as Michael pawed at his belt.
“Let’s get these trousers off,” he chuckled, seeming still in disbelief.
Bursting with excitement, Edith cried, “Let me help!”
Their heads turned fast, eyes wide, like they’d forgotten all about the girl at the head of the bed. Crawling over to the half-naked men seated at the base of the hotel mattress, she pried, “So, which one of you is the top and which is the bottom.”
“We never did play that way,” Michael said, catching Garret’s gaze.
“That’s right,” he replied, like it was all coming back to him. “We viewed sexual roles as fluid, not fixed.”
“Sexual roles,” Edith repeated, leaning close to Michael. He did have an enticing scent, like a dirty, dirty boy in a soapy clean bath. His baby-blue eyes explored down the front of her low-cut sailor dress as her hands explored his chest. It was warm and smooth, and she could have sworn she could feel his heartbeat, but maybe that was hers.
Her heart leapt as he pressed his lips to hers. Soft and needy, their tongues managed to find each other through a barricade of teeth. She moved closer to him, basking in his hot glow, as his fingers traced her side.
Another hand slithered up her thigh, underneath her skirt. Only Garret would be so bold. She didn’t have to look to know it was his fingers sneaking between her legs. He parted her thighs, and she fully expected him to dive between them and eat her pulsing pussy. He didn’t. As Michael surrendered to her hungry lips, Garret pushed her skirt up and above her waist. He grabbed his assistant’s hand and placed his timid fingers against the silk of her antique knickers.
Garret chuckled, advising Michael, “Everything about Edith is old-fashioned, with the exception of her sexual ethos.”
Edith gasped as Garret rubbed Michael’s fingers against pussy lips. Her juices soaked through the silk, and she rocked her hips to greet his touch. Breaking away from Michael’s talented lips, she scoffed, “What about flapper girls? You think they never got up to no good?”
“I couldn’t say; I’m not that old,” he replied with a smile. Reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress, he planted hot kisses along her shoulders while Michael stroked her clit. As he unzipped her, her dress fell open at the front. She wore a silk camisole to match her classic knickers. No bra—she’d never been a fan of such modern-day paraphernalia.
Pressing his moderately fuzzy chest against her bare back, Garret cupped her breasts in his warm hands. When he pinched her nipples, as he’d done to Michael, the touch of three hands at once made her writhe with pleasure. She felt like royalty, like a sultan with his harem. Pressing back against Garret’s chest, she thrust her pussy to meet Michael’s active hand. She cooed, “Somebody better put a cock inside me, and soon!”
“Why not two?” Garret whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
Edith sensed her face flushing.
“Oh, are you an anal girl, Edith?” Michael inquired.
“Edith loves getting fucked up the ass, don’t you, pet?”
“I…”
“You are thinking double penetration, I gather,” Michael clarified.
“Oh yes,” Garret growled, squeezing her breasts. “We’ve tried it before with a vibrator, haven’t we?”
“And it was a tight fit even then,” she answered, muscles tensing.
“If the idea doesn’t suit you, we can do something else,” Garret offered, kissing her neck.
The feeling of his lips against her skin made her tremble. She relaxed a touch, mind wandering to the image of two hot guys pumping her simultaneously. How could she pass up an opportunity like this? Two men, two bodies, two cocks…
“Let’s do it.”
“Are you certain?” Garret confirmed as Michael stroked her thigh.
She turned around, pinning Garret to the bed. “Show me to the lube.”
He laughed, kicking off his pants. “Everything we need is over at the writing table.”
Michael lost his clothing as he raced over to grab the condoms and lube provided by Garret. Sliding out of her dress and underthings, Edith watched Michael take a firm grasp of Garret’s cock. As he pumped it from the base, Garret fondled his assistant’s balls, letting that engorged cockhead drool all over his forearm.
Edith’s pussy surged at the sight of Michael tearing open two condom packets, sliding one down the length of Garret’s soaring shaft, the other down his own.
“You boys are having way too much fun without me,” she pouted.
“Come join us,” Garret bid, extending to her the hand that wasn’t caressing Michael’s sheathed cock.
Climbing on top of her favorite partner, she let his familiar cock plunge into the pool of her pussy. The feel of his hands on her hips complimented the sensation of his strong cock inside her body. As she leaned forward to kiss him, a slippery finger brushed the crease of her ass.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she giggled as Michael held his finger against her keen asshole. “It’s the fantasy I never knew I had.”
“You like this, then?” Michael teased, pressing his finger against her hole.
“I love it!”
She thrust, pressed her front against Garret’s comfy paunch. As she threw her body at his, her ass began to swallow Michael’s naughty digit. She opened to him, pushing her bottom back against Michael until her hungry asshole devoured his finger. He moved in her ass as Garret moved in her pussy, and it was great, but it could be better.
Turning her head to catch sight of the beautiful boy, she teased, “Wasn’t I promised two cocks?”
“Well, if you’re going to insist…” he taunted, pulling his finger from her asshole and setting his lubed cockhead against it.
“Go slow,” she said in all seriousness. It was a tight squeeze, that time with the vibrator; this could be excruciating.
“Lie down,” Garret encouraged, hugging her tight to his chest.
“What?”
“Trust me,” he said, running his hands along her back as Michael massaged her bottom and her thighs. “Relax, pet. Feel my cock surging inside your cunt. Do you feel it?”
“Yes…” His cock made her hungry for more.
“Do you feel my hands stroking your back, melting away your apprehensions?”
“Yes…” His hands relaxed her tense muscles.
“Do you hear my heart beating in my chest?”
“Yes…” His heart soothed her, reaching to the infantile base of her psyche. Even the sound of his voice calmed her mind to the point where she felt as though she were living a dream.
Michael chimed in, “Do you feel my cockhead slowly penetrating your assring?”
“Oh,” she sighed as he entered her ass. “Yes…”
From underneath, Garret gently rocked his hips to move within the wet walls of her pussy. Grasping her thighs, Michael inched his slick cock inside her ass.
“Do you feel my shaft gliding inside your tight little ass?”
“I love it,” she moaned. As the two men moved inside her body, she felt so dirty and bad she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “I’m so full of cock. You’re taking up every bit of space in me. I’m bursting with cock!”
Cocks everywhere. It seemed as though two cocks were meeting deep within her body, their tips kissing in some dark and forgotten place inside her. She was replete, hovering just on this side of the pleasure/pain divide. Any more cock would destroy her.
“Fuck me,” she growled, longing for frenzied love-making, even if it killed her. “Fuck me in two places with your big, hard cocks. Fuck me, boys!”
Both growled, Michael replying, “If you like…” and grasping her shoulders. He moved in her, back and forth in her hungry ass. The friction made her burn for more, which Garret provided by thrusting from underneath. His cock seemed to brush Michael’s as they both plunged deep inside her. Their combined motion tossed her about, tossed her up and against Michael by the power of Garret’s hips, then back down at Garret by the propulsion of Michael’s cock. She could barely hear their panting moans over the echo of her own screams of delight.
As Michael picked up the pace, so did Garret. They fucked her like each was trying to win a race, and she was the ground upon which they trod. Her screams reached a crescendo point as they filled her holes with frenzied friction. Limp with exhaustion, she collapsed against Garret’s chest just as he released his familiar come-squeal.
Grasping her hips, Michael took over. The motion exclusively his, he plunged his cock fast and furious in her ass. She screamed again, half blissful, half throbbing. Michael cried out like a lion and plunged his cock in her for one final thrill before collapsing beside them on the bed.
Could three people experience a simultaneous orgasm? Anything was possible.
They didn’t move for a very long while, except to discard of spent condoms. They didn’t speak, except to say, “Wow…”
After a time, Garret also teased, “Are you still disappointed the other other woman turned out to be a man?”
“A male lover,” Michael overlapped. “I certainly hope you’re not disappointed.”
“No, it was just a surprise,” Edith replied, kissing their cheeks. “That’s what I get for making assumptions, I suppose.”
When their toes got cold, they cuddled under the crisp hotel sheets.
“Why is it always love or lust?” Edith mused. She was thinking back to her earlier conversation with Michael, whose hand now crossed her stomach to stroke Garret’s thigh. “I think there are always, always elements of both. Always.”
The men turned their focus to the ceiling fan, offering no response.
Originally published June 2010