THE LIONESS

Katherine was the archetypical combination of femininity and athleticism. At thirty-seven, she was past her prime as a tennis player, but not as a woman. Not with those thighs and that hard, flat belly. Not with that strength and flexibility.

"Do you want her?" Laura asked.

"Yes. Do you?"

"Yes. I'll arrange it."

At the party that evening, Katherine, clearly more interested in Laura than in me, came to us. Laura played the shy maiden as Katherine toiled to seduce her. We three adjourned to our house.

"We use the hot tub in the nude," Laura said, blushing modestly.

When I returned from the bathroom, Laura was talking intently. I stepped into the hot-tub and they floated to me. Katherine focused on me. Shortly, I fucked Katherine in our bed as Laura watched. When I rolled off her, Katherine turned to Laura.

"Suck him until he's hard. Then fuck him again. This time put your heart into it if you want me," Laura commanded coldly.

Katherine complied. Replete, I watched them have sex until the wee hours. I joined them, taking Katherine once more. It was near daylight when we slept.

As she was dressing to leave, Katherine said to Laura, "Will you meet me somewhere?"

"We only play doubles."

Katherine looked at us both and seemed to understand. She said, "You're like a lioness-planning the hunt, making the kill, bringing home the trophy to your male. Are you always successful?"

"Yes, I am," Laura purred.

"Can we do this again, Sir Lion," Katherine asked me.

"Can I have your ass?"

Katherine trembled as she stared into Laura's cat's-eyes. She burned crimson as she nodded her head.

The End
E. Z. Riter