I decided to stop at The Wine Shop on the way home from work. It had been an exhausting day. It was spring and my job as a fashion buyer for Compton’s was stressful. I had already made two buying jaunts to New York and was scheduled to go again next week for a peek at the new hot accessories.

I picked out a nice Chardonnay; it was almost forty bucks, but I figured I had earned a special treat. I couldn’t wait to get home, out of my clothes, and into the hot tub with glass in hand. The hot tub had been another treat I had given myself when I accepted the job from Compton’s. It helped to make up for the ocean views I was trading for urban life when I moved to Atlanta from the coast.

Tomorrow was Friday. I was looking forward to a slow paced relaxing weekend; maybe I’d hike up to my favorite spot on Stone Mountain and have a picnic. I wondered if Steve would be around this weekend. I should give him a call. He loved Peril’s Peak and often rappelled there with his buddies even though the park rangers at Stone Mountain outlawed it when two drunken teenagers slipped and died there last winter.

I noticed the message light flashing on my answering machine. I took off my suit, slipped into a thin cotton dress and turned the jet knobs on the tub to heat up the water. I went back inside and poured some wine and listened to my messages. My sister wanted to go shopping on Sunday, my friend Stacey bought a new car and wanted me to see it, my ex David wondered if left his golf putter in my garage and could he stop by to look for it. The last message was from Simone.

“Hi Theresa,” she said in her low sultry voice. “It’s Simone. We miss you! Riverdale’s not the same without you and your Goddess energy and neither are we.”

Simone was so dramatic, but I loved her vibrant sweetness and foreign sensibilities. She moved to Riverdale from France after she met Rick. He had gone to Paris on a shooting expedition for Portico Magazine. They were doing a series of articles on old architecture and gutter gargoyles and had sent Rick on a scavenger hunt for images to go with the story. Rick had always been a great photographer and worked for several well-known magazines. He met Simone at a café off Rue Cler. She was sitting outside sipping a latte, wearing a purple beret and skintight jeans. It seemed to Rick that all the women in Paris wore jeans like this if they had the body for it. Simone definitely did. She was tall and slender. She had long dark blond hair that fell in ringlets around her beautiful angular face. Rick thought she was gorgeous. She had a body and hair like a woman, but her face was chiseled and squared off like a man’s. Rick asked if it was okay to join her and they were inseparable for the next six weeks. When he returned to the States, Simone was with him. It was unusual because Simone for the most part had always been attracted to women, but she was wild about Rick. They seemed very happy together. I asked her one night if she missed being with women. She said she used to be until I had come along.

“Believe me,” she had said. “You fulfill any desires any woman or man could ever have.”

I was flattered. We all had a blazingly hot chemistry going on. Sometimes Simone and I were alone together, but usually Rick was part of it too. He used to say he was the luckiest man in the world to have such beautiful women available to him. I was the luckiest though, because they both always made sure I knew I was treasured. They called me their sensual muse.

It was really a perfect set-up for all three of us. I had always been independent and unwilling to commit to one partner. I was also bi-sexual, but because I liked penetration, I was usually with a man, or a woman who was into that kind of thing. A lot of lesbians thought strap-on sex was politically incorrect. I was just a woman who knew what she liked. I didn’t believe in sexual politics. Simone wasn’t wild about strapping it on but she loved my breasts. She always brought herself to orgasm riding my breast. She knew it hurt me. One night she confessed that that was part of the reason she loved it so much. Whenever I gasped in pain, her bucking intensified. Rick had never been a part of these breast-fucking sessions. I wondered if Simone had ever told him about it.

“We want to see you and spend some time with you. Rick says there’s an eSaver to Charleston. Would you consider flying up for the weekend? We’ll take good care of you and of course, we know you’ll take good care of us. We really need a Theresa fix. It’s been too long.”

I asked her what time the flight got in and she said she’d have to double check, but she thought it was around four on Friday afternoon. It wasn’t the weekend I had planned, but it was certainly doable. Riverdale was only an hour from Charleston. They could pick me up; we could have a nice dinner and be back at their house early in the evening. I needed a fix as much as they did. (Is she talking to the answering machine? Sort of unclear how she came to be talking to her.)

Teasing her, I said, “Well I’ll consider it if you’ll buy my ticket.”

“We already did,” she said. “It’s waiting for you at the counter at Hartsfield. We’re so desperate to see you, we thought we’d go ahead and plan it as if you’d already said yes. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I said. “That was really sweet. See you tomorrow.”

“Great,” she said. “Don’t forget it’s Rick’s birthday. We’ll have to think of something special to give him. Love you Theresa! I’m so glad you’re coming.”

“Me too,” I said.

Now I truly had something to think about while I soaked in the hot tub. I couldn’t wait to see them. It had been almost four months since I last felt Rick’s muscular arms and Simone’s beautiful exotic energy. Peril’s Peak would have to wait.

I spotted them practically bounding toward me by the Starbucks at concourse C.

“Theresa! Theresa!” Rick yelled.

He picked me up and kissed me like a buoyant teenager.

“God, it’s good to see you!” he said.

Simone was smiling brightly.

“Hello Darling” she said and kissed me on the mouth. “Was your flight okay?”

I embraced her back and said the flight had been smooth.

“How about Herod’s for dinner?” Rick suggested. “They have great swordfish on Friday and I love their sourdough rolls.”

“You’re the birthday boy,” said Simone. “Herod’s it is.”

I nodded in agreement.

It was so wonderful to be in their loving energy. I was glad I had decided to come.

We reached their house a little after eight. The sun was just setting so we decided to go for a walk on the beach. Their house was right on the water. I had forgotten how serene it was to be with them in this beautiful setting. We were so happy to see one another, we were like kids darting back and forth through the surf and flapping our arms at the seagulls. When we got back to the house we were covered in sand and sweat.

“Who gets the shower first?” asked Rick.

Simone and I had already planned this part of the evening.

“Well,” she said, “since it’s your birthday we thought we’d give you your first present of the evening.”

Rick smiled and looked at us with a puzzled expression.

We took him by the hand into the bedroom.

I stood behind him and loosened his belt, sliding it through the loops. Standing in front of him, Simone unbuttoned his shirt. Together we slowly undressed him and sat him naked on the side of the bed. Then we undressed each other. We were so close to him, I could hear his breathing get more labored as Simone and I undid each other’s bras. Simone turned on the shower and we all stepped in together. Once again, we sandwiched Rick between us as we lathered him up and rubbed our bodies against him. I shampooed his shoulder length dark hair while Simone cleaned every inch of his long erect cock.

“Happy Birthday, Baby,” I whispered in his ear.

When we were all clean, Simone turned the water off and Rick started to get out.

I pulled him back in.

“Not so fast Sweetheart,” Simone said. “Lean back against the wall.”

On cue, just like we had discussed on the beach, Simone and I knelt before him and together started licking his enormous cock. I had forgotten how beautiful he was. Since Simone had him all the time, she worked on his engorged sacs and let me savor every inch of his glistening rod. I took him fully into my mouth and started sucking up and down in slow and fast spurts. Occasionally my lips touched Simone’s as we hungrily devoured him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Simone open wide as she slurped both Rick’s balls into her drooling mouth. Rick was moaning loudly now. I began to taste the pre-cum that was seeping from his cock, so I stopped sucking him. It was too early to make him cum. Simone and I looked at each other and she released his balls.

“We thought we’d give you just a taste Sweetheart, or rather we wanted just a taste,” Simone said.

We left the shower and headed toward their bedroom. We all lay down together. At first Rick was in the middle until Simone told me to switch places with him. She took my hand and put it between her legs. Her pussy was so wet it felt like she had cracked an egg on herself. I easily slid four fingers inside her and began fucking her with my hand. With one hand she stroked Rick’s cock and with the other she reached down to my pussy hole.

“Give me some juice, Baby,” she said. “You know what I want.”

My pussy was even wetter than hers. When her hand was drenched, she started rubbing my wetness on my breast. Rick could see her.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I want to see you ride her.”

So, Simone must have told him about how she liked to breast fuck me.

She stuck her tongue in my ear. I gasped.

“You don’t mind, do you Darling,” she said. “Rick said this is what he really wants for his birthday.”

By now my breast was shiny with pussy juice and my nipple was red and erect like a hard rubber marble. The thought of Simone and Rick using my body at the same time was making me insanely horny. I had privately imagined this scenario many times back home in my hot tub.

I stayed on my back. Simone and Rick sat up together and kissed each other passionately while they both gathered juice from between my legs and coated my breast. Rick made his way to the end of the bed and knelt between my legs watching Simone and me.

“We thought we’d show you what we do without you Darling,” Simone said.

Facing Rick she straddled my breast. We wouldn’t need any lube this time. Simone’s pussy was oozing so much I felt sure she had already cum at least once. Her ass was beautiful, round and firm. Feeling her begin to rock back and forth on my tender breast caused a gush between my legs. Rick felt the flow and he pinched my clit with his fingers. I moaned loudly.

“I’ve never felt such a wet woman,” Rick said. “I’m going to have to fuck you.”

Simone started riding me harder.

“Yeah,” she said. “Don’t move, Baby. Let us fuck you. Be still. God I want to ride you raw.”

My breast was aching with Simone’s fast hard rubbing. It was beginning to be very painful; I bit my lip. I wasn’t about to say anything. In that moment the only thing important to me was to please her and Rick. I would have done anything they wanted. It turned me on to think they were getting so much pleasure from my body.

Rick spread my legs apart as he prepared to enter me.

“I want to fuck you Theresa,” he said. “We both want to fuck you at the same time. Spread your legs. Far Baby. Spread them as far as you can. I want to be able to grip your ass while I’m fucking you.”

I spread my legs apart as far as I could.

I felt his hard cock on my pussy lips. He did not go in slowly. I was so wet he didn’t need to be gentle and he wasn’t. With one thrust his huge cock speared my hot wet hole.

“Ahhhh, God,” he said. “Fuck! You feel good. You’re so hot and wet.”

The crack of Simone’s ass glistened. She was delirious as she used my nipple to stimulate her clit. When Rick entered me, she became more excited than I’ve ever seen her. She stopped going back and forth.

“Me too, Theresa,” she said. “I need to fuck you too.”

With that she began beating my breast with her pussy. I moaned in pain. She reached behind and put her fingers in my mouth so I could use them like pacifiers. I sucked them hard. She continued bucking. Now she was coming up slightly off my breast and then pounding back into me. She was obviously inspired watching Rick hammer his cock inside me.

“Take it Baby,” Rick said. “You take it so good. Can you take a little more?”

I didn’t think he could go any further, I didn’t think there was anywhere for him to go, but he did. His cock was gigantic and he rammed it more deeply into me. He was fucking me with a fury. So was Simone. They were looking at each other while they fucked me. Simone slowed down a little bit and squashed my breast between her legs so that my nipple went right up against her clit. She was waiting on Rick. Then his fucking became a deep hard rhythm. He was moaning constantly in his sexy baritone.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Your pussy’s so tight. I want to fill you up. I love your tight sweet pussy. You’re like a teenager.”

Simone realized Rick was about to shoot his wad, so she started bucking again.

“Hold on, Baby,” she said. “Be a good saddle.”

I bit my lip harder as they pummeled me unmercifully. Their sighs of pleasure intensified until they cried out together and collapsed on top of me. I was filled with Rick’s cum and my breast was aching, shiny and as slippery as Vaseline from Simone’s fucking. For a few seconds everyone was still, recovering from the power of what had happened. Then they both started kissing my mouth, telling me they loved me. Simone put her fingers inside my dripping pussy and slowly went in and out while Rick made gentle little circles on my clit with his hand. Then they each took a breast into their mouth. I came with such force I shrieked and tears streamed down my face.

“Oh my God,” I said breathlessly. “I’m not sure that was a present only for you Rick.”

We laughed. Rick got up and came back with three snifters of brandy. For several minutes no one said anything. What we had experienced was riveting. The brandy was the perfect accompaniment to sip and reflect in the glow of our love and lust. It was like a thin warm rivulet running through our bodies. We cradled each other like babies

“Will you marry us Theresa?” Simone asked.

I have to admit it’s the closest I’ve ever come to accepting such a proposition.

“I’ll love and date you forever,” I said. “Thank God for eSavers!”