Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Three's Company (FFF, lesbian)
Date: 30 Sep 1995 20:59:01 GMT

			   Three's Company

	This whole story is going to sound so weird and far-fetched to
you all that it's taken me more than a year to work up the courage to
write it all down.

	However, since the situation that I'm going to write about is
still going on - and going strong too - I can't help thinking that
other men and women out there might get turned on by my story.

	The whole thing started when I answered an ad in our local
paper from a property magnate named Terry who wanted a private
secretary to help with his ever increasing workload.

	When I telephoned about the secretarial job, I was surprised
that Terry himself took the call, and even more surprised when he
asked me to come to his house, rather than his company offices, for my
interview. Still, the money was excellent, and Terry's company had a
very good reputation throughout the state, so I was very excited.

	I couldn't believe it when I saw his home. I'd heard local
people talking about it, but it was even more amazing than I'd heard.
It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut as Terry showed me through
to his office at the back of the house.

	"Now I don't know if I made myself clear what we were after in
the ad," he began. "The thing is, my family and I have so many
business dealings all over the world that we need someone who'll live
in and be able to deal with things as and when they happen. Now, would
that kind of thing appeal to you?"

	I should say it did, especially when he named a salary that
was far beyond my wildest expectations. I'd be living in this
magnificent mansion, having the run of the place and my own little
apartment, in return for doing my secretarial and some housekeeping
duties. I couldn't believe my luck.

	For a second, I did wonder whether Terry might be after
someone to fuck. I hoped not, because he really wasn't my type. I've
never been into older men, and his fat, balding figure didn't give me
the hots. Anyway, I knew I'd be able to handle it if he made any
unwanted advances.

	I still hadn't met anyone else from the family when I moved in
and started a week later, though Terry had indicated that there were a
couple of women my age in the household. It couldn't be his wife
because I assumed she must be about Terry's age.

	How wrong I was. When I first meet Rochelle, I couldn't
believe she was actually married to Terry. She was a very young, very
sexy, Parisian brunette, the same age as me (twenty-two). But she was
very friendly and we struck up a good working relationship right away.

	What I couldn't work out was where Cindy fit in. At twenty-
eight she was just a few years older than us, but she looked so
incredibly like Rochelle that at first I thought they must be sisters
- until Cindy opened her mouth to speak in the broadest Texan drawl
I'd ever heard.

	I soon found out where she fit in though - Cindy was Terry's
first wife!

	The whole situation was bizarre. It seemed that Terry had a
preference for a certain type of look - and he took it to the limit,
marrying Rochelle right after his divorce from Cindy had come through.
What I didn't understand was just why Cindy had stayed around and
still lived at the house her rival was now mistress of.

	Terry had told me that I could have the run of the house, and
that included the game room in the basement. A couple of nights after
I'd started, I went down there intending to try out the weights and
perhaps the whirlpool bath.

	But I didn't have much chance to do anything except stand
there open-mouthed. Inside the opulently decorated room, writhing on
the floor stark naked in what I could only describe as an incredibly
torrid lesbian embrace, were Cindy and Rochelle.

	The pair of them look so much alike that at first I couldn't
tell which naked legs were which, whose short, curly brown head was at
whose hairy cunt, or whose neck was arched back as they had a very
satisfying orgasm.

	The next moment, I knew that Cindy was the one cumming with
the force of a volcano erupting - I couldn't mistake that Texan drawl.
"Push your tongue right inside me!" she yelled as the head at her cunt
bobbed up and down faster and faster. "That's it, you French bitch!
Christ, you know how much I love you to lick out my pussy!"

	Rochelle's legs were wide apart, her ass cheeks right in front
of me. I could see how her gaping cunt was wet with juices and one of
her fingers was going frantically up and down. But her fingers
couldn't work fast enough to give her satisfaction, as she was too
busy concentrating on what her mouth was doing to get the rhythm
right. She looked as if she needed some help.

	Before I could think, my track suit and panties were off, and
I was on all fours behind Rochelle, smelling the cunt juices that were
flowing freely. Then I was down there, wildly tonguing her cunt,
burrowing my nose right into her pussy slit and licking up her love
juices, as if my life depended on it.

	I felt Rochelle heave a sigh of relief as my tongue stretched
up her pussy hole as far as I could get it, teasing her pussy walls,
and my fingers pulled her lips apart to allow me even greater access.
She really needed this.

	Cindy still hadn't realized that I was there, so intent was
she on her own pleasure. Her legs were still wrapped firmly around
Rochelle's neck, and she wasn't so much moaning now as yelling, as she
came so many times that I lost count. She was yelling really dirty
things, the kind of things I'd never expected to hear from a woman -
but I wasn't shocked, I was more excited than I'd ever been.

	Rochelle had cum two or three times now, and my cunt was
aching with the need to have an orgasm. I tried my fingers, but it was
so wet and slippery inside my cunt that it was impossible to get a
proper rhythm going. Rochelle stiffened slightly as I withdrew from
her gaping pussy, but when she peeped over Cindy's mound and saw what
I was doing, the horny look came back into her eyes again.

	Facing Rochelle, I knelt over Cindy's face and lowered my cunt
over her open mouth.

	Obviously I couldn't see the expression on Cindy's face as she
felt a warm, wet pussy moving over her, but I could guess that she
must have opened her eyes in surprise, knowing that Rochelle was still
paying special attention to her cunt.

	But I had to give her credit - she recovered remarkably
quickly and the feeling of another girl's tongue lashing my clitty and
really probing my cunt made me shake with longing.

	"Make me cum," I said out loud. "Just lick my cunt and make me
cum." Cindy certainly did that, working her tongue inside me, rolling
it up to make it almost as hard as a cock as she pushed it in and out
of me.

	I lifted my hips and moved them up and down so that I could
make believe that it really was a cock fucking me. I reached out at
the same time and stroked Rochelle's head as she carried on fucking
Cindy with her tongue.

	Quite suddenly an almighty orgasm exploded in my cunt and I
came more strongly than I'd ever done, panting and arching my back as
the full force hit me. My boobs ached, and I reached up and played
with my nipples, pinching and stretching them so that the tingles from
my cunt spread all the way through my body.

	I never thought I'd experience something like this - and
especially not with a woman's tongue fucking me. There was only one
way to come down from an orgasm like that - I collapsed forward and
breathed quickly and deeply to get my wind back.

	Cindy was still underneath me doing the same, and through my
half closed eyes I could see that Rochelle was lolling back on her
elbows, her wet cunt still leaking love juice into a little wet patch
between her open thighs.

	For several minutes none of us said anything. At first it was
just because we were breathless, but as the silence lengthened I
realized that Rochelle and Cindy didn't know what to say to me. I felt
like an intruder. How could I explain my presence - or the fact that
I'd stripped off and been very fully fucked?

	In the end it sounded a bit feeble. "I, er, Terry told me that
I could use the game room any time... " I mumbled, not looking at
either of the other two women. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you."

	After a couple of minutes Cindy spoke. "You didn't interrupt,"
she smiled, eyeing my trim but full figure. "Perhaps we'd better
explain the household situation."

	Rochelle nodded her agreement as Cindy started speaking. She
explained that she'd married Terry eight years before, when she'd been
twenty, but very soon she'd realized her mistake. "You see, there was
no getting around the fact that I'm a lezzie and always will be," she
said matter-of-factly.

	When she finally told Terry about her feelings - and the fact
that she'd been having an affair with a twenty-five year old girl as
well - she'd expected him to be pretty pissed off, but in fact he'd
been secretly pleased.

	It emerged that he'd never really enjoyed actively
participating in sex so much as watching other people fucking. And his
favorite thing was to watch two women fucking each other crazy.

	"It was such a relief for me when he told me that," Cindy
said. "I'd never really been attracted to him, so sex with him had
always been a bit of a drag - but he was a good husband."

	They'd had to do something about their sexual needs though.
Terry and Cindy got divorced, and then set out to find another partner
to suit them both. "All Terry said was that she had to look like me,"
Cindy explained, "because that's the type he goes for. I had to let
him have his way - especially when he introduced me to Rochelle."

	So that was the reason that Terry's wife and his ex-wife
looked like mirror images, and that they lived in the same house.
Strangely, I didn't have misgivings about living at the center of such
a strange set-up. I was excited beyond words.

	"I take it that's why he took me on and wanted me to live in,"
I said, everything fitting into place. "Because I look the part?"
"You'd better believe it," Cindy drawled. A smile spread across my
face. "Well, it looks like the two of you will have to give me some
lessons then," I grinned.

	We dressed slowly, my cunt and thighs aching from the
treatment they'd had, my boobs still tingling as I put on my bra.
Cindy led the way to the large living-room at the back of the house,
and we sat down with some drinks as Rochelle switched on the VCR.

	"What's all this?" I asked. "Lesson number one," Rochelle
smiled. On the video came the horniest film I'd ever seen. It was a
home movie of the two of them, the screen filled with a close-up of
two writhing bodies, two dripping cunts, two ecstatic faces as they
writhed on a cream colored, double ended dildo.

	My hand went to my cunt to stroke my clitty through my panties
as the action heated up to orgasm level. Obviously Terry had been
filming the action, just as the two lesbian lovers climaxed, two or
three thick jets of cum hit them, splashing over their boobs and
stomachs. The video ended with them rubbing the jizz into their skin.

	Of course, before long we were all kissing and masturbating
each other on the huge sofa, tongues everywhere. My orgasm was even
more forceful this time, as Rochelle and Cindy took turns licking out
my cunt.

	I've been working for Terry - and working under his wife and
ex-wife! - for eighteen months now. He often films our lesbian romps,
although we're never sure when he's watching as he prefers to keep his
distance. The only thing I'm wondering now is when I'll become wife
number three - and who he'll choose as his next `secretary'!