Triangular Ecstasy

Friday evening. Sandra Moon was snuggled comfortably into her recliner, playing her moist pussy with her fingers, slowly and carefully like a precious instrument, evoking sensuous melodies of enjoyment, an adagio echoing through her mind, touching her soul. The balcony doors of her penthouse apartment were wide open, a pleasant summer breeze billowing the curtains. A stray whiff of air wafted over her pussy, sending a momentary shiver, first of surprise then of unmitigated delight, through her receptive body. 

She was fresh out of the shower and enjoyed air-drying herself in her recliner, overlooking the city as she leisurely stimulated herself. Letting her index finger glide lovingly over her swelling lips, she raised her free hand and began to stimulate the sensitive contours of her breasts, adding a secondary strain of subdued tunes to the adagio she was composing for her body. 

Friday evening was her favorite time, and she always tried to keep it free from any outside obligations to devote the entire time to herself. It allowed her to unwind and relax from her challenging and demanding position in the medical research lab of the university. During the week, she was always too involved in her work to put it out of her mind in the evenings, but Fridays, she had decided long ago, were exclusively hers and hers to enjoy. 

The leisurely stimulation of her trembling pussy, the fondling of her pulsing breasts, the strains of music deep down somewhere in her being drowned out any last thoughts of her research on which her mind might still have wanted to dwell and hadn’t quite been eliminated by her long, relaxing shower. She was just lying there in her chair, watching the day come gradually to an end and the light fade from the sky, thinking of nothing but her body as she became increasingly aroused and flushed from her intimate ministrations to her well being. 

She spread her labia with her fingers and let her middle finger explore the juicy valley between them, seeking out the sensitive spots and areas that brought her ever more pleasure. Her other hand was stroking her breasts, her fingers tracing the luscious curves, her nipples hardening against her palm. When she felt she was sufficiently stimulated and ready, she moved a finger to her protruding clit and began to worry it, gently and slowly again to prolong her pleasure. Then she took a nipple between her thumb and index finger and squeezed until she could feel her breast react and firm up in her hand. 

Her finger on her clit was moving more and more quickly, frantically, determined now and sending delicious shivers of intense pleasure all through her body and her mind. She grabbed her breast and fondled it and rubbed it in rhythm with her finger on her clit, the music in her brain getting louder, faster, more pronounced, working up to the crescendo she knew she was about to reach. 

Trembling with delirious rushes of exhilaration, she intensified her stimulations until she could feel her orgasm well up from the depth of her psyche and rush through her agitated body. She could feel the fireworks of electric impulses shoot across their synapses as she spread her legs as wide as she could. She pushed herself back into the upholstery, thrust her pelvis against her hand, bore down on her clit and grabbed her breast until she rocked through the gushes of her orgasm, lightning bolts flashing across a black sky, thunder and kettledrums, screaming her absolute delight into the slowly darkening air. 

Not one to be satisfied easily, she kept rubbing her burning clit and squeezing her aching breast until a second orgasm rushed through her and then a third, and she kept wailing and screaming with the release of her pent-up energy. Finally, her body collapsed in the chair, satiated and fulfilled. Her hands dropped away from her and she fell silent, breathing heavily from the excitement and the exertion. After a while, she curled up and wriggled her body into a comfortable position, her chair a cradle now, the warm summer air her blanket under a rising moon, leaving her deeply satisfied in a mysteriously spiritual way. 

She fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up again until the morning sun shone into her apartment. Stretching lusciously in her chair, she rubbed her eyes awake and detached herself from her lair. Then she went to put on a housecoat, and began her weekend routine. 

While Friday evenings always belonged to her alone, Saturday was for looking after her apartment and, after she completed her various chores and treated herself to a late afternoon nap, for going out. Over the years of living in her apartment, she had come to know several bars in the vicinity of her building. They were all good establishments where she felt safe and secure and usually found somebody to spend a pleasant evening, have a few drinks, and, most of the time, take back to her apartment. 

This Saturday, she decided on the karaoke bar not far from where she lived. She found a small vacant table, ordered a drink, and let her eyes roam over the crowd. She wasn’t in a particular mood to socialize, so she just stayed at her table, sang a couple of well-received songs when she managed to get a turn, ordered another drink, and quietly enjoyed herself listening to everybody sing. 

As she was sitting at her table sipping her drink, she became aware of a couple a few tables away who seemed to be glancing at her while carrying on what appeared to be an animated conversation. She was wondering what was going on, when the couple suddenly rose from their table and made their way across the room towards her.  

“We noticed that you seem to be by yourself,” the woman accosted her. “We were wondering if we might join you and buy you a drink.” 

Sandra was rather perplexed by the unexpected development. “I guess that would be alright,” she said after a moment’s hesitation, then added, “Am I supposed to know you?” 

“No, no,” the woman smiled. “We hope we’re not intruding on you. We just saw you over here and wanted to talk to you. I’m Joanie,” she introduced herself. “And this is my husband Frank.” 

Sandra introduced herself in turn and they shook hands while the couple sat down across the table from her. 

“I hope you don’t find this too weird,” Joanie began, “two complete strangers in a bar asking to talk to you.” 

“It’s alright,” Sandra replied, still some hesitation in her voice. She was used to being approached by single men, or by groups who invited her to join them at their table, but a couple? “What exactly is it that you have in mind?” 

“I’ll get straight to the point,” Joanie said. “I hope you won’t find this too forward, but I feel it’s best, and only fair to you, to tell you what we want to say.” 

She hesitated herself, as if searching for the right words, then talked very quickly as if forcing herself to broach her subject. “Frank and I have been talking for a while now about sprucing up our sex lives,” she continued, much to Sandra’s surprise. “One of the things we’ve been talking about,” Joanie said breathlessly, obvious trepidation in her voice, “is the possibility of a threesome. We thought maybe that would be something to try. We’ve never done this before, so we’re not quite sure what to say.” She stopped and looked at Sandra as if expecting her to say something in return. 

Sandra was too flabbergasted by the whole thing to say anything, so she just looked from one to the other and waited for Joanie to explain herself further. She had never done anything like that, either, so she had no idea of what was expected of her. 

 “You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman,” Joanie picked up her thread of thought again. Sandra felt herself blushing and looked over at Frank, but he merely smiled and seemed quite content to let his wife do the talking. “I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you really are. So that’s why we came to your table, to ask you if you would possibly be interested. Now I know,” she added hastily, “this is rather unconventional and we quite understand if you don’t want anything to do with us. We just didn’t know how to go about this, so we decided to just give it a try and see what would happen.” 

Sandra didn’t quite know what to say herself. She laughed a shy and rather embarrassed laugh, then decided she really had to say something. “What exactly do you have in mind?” she asked, still a bit cautious yet also somewhat aroused by the whole idea. 

“We were wondering,” Joanie began her reply, “if it would be alright with you if we invited you to come home with us and we could figure out together what to do. Unless, of course, you’ve done this before and can show us everything. Have you?” 

“Oh, no,” Sandra laughed. “Never done anything like that.” 

“Well,” Joanie went on. “ What do you think? Do you think you’d be interested?” 

Sandra mulled everything over in her mind again, then decided to just plunge in and go with the flow. “I think I am,” she said, still trying to figure out how to wrap this up. “Yes,” she said then. “I’m definitely interested. You want to do this tonight?” 

“We would like to,” Joanie replied. “If that’s alright with you, that is.” 

“Fine with me,” Sandra agreed, beginning to feel more relaxed and positive about the whole situation. 

“We live in the suburbs,” Joanie explained. “But it’s not a very long drive. And of course we’d get you home again afterwards.” 

“Good enough,” Sandra parried. “Shall we go?” 

They arrived at their house in a short time and the two of them led her inside. 

“The bedroom’s upstairs,” Frank spoke for the first time. “Shall we go there?” 

“It’s your house,” Sandra said lightly. “Whatever you want to do.” 

As she followed them up the stairs, she was wondering about the logistics of this triangle arrangement. She hadn’t really ever fantasized about anything like this. Sex with another woman she was quite curious about, and had sometimes wondered during her Friday evening sessions what it would be like. But her fantasies had never involved a husband, or any man, for that matter, so she couldn’t quite see how all this would work.

They reached the bedroom before she could come to any kind of conclusion. 

“Well,” Joanie said, suddenly rather shy and unsure herself. “Here we are. How shall we start this?” 

Sandra felt she should really contribute something to the experiment. “How about we start by undressing each other,” she suggested the obvious, but she figured it would get them started and they wouldn’t just be standing there, with the bed waiting ominously in the background. 

“You mean you and I?” Joanie wanted to know. “What about Frank?” 

“Why don’t we start and let Frank watch,” Sandra offered. “Then we’ll undress him together.” 

Deciding to take things into her own hands, Sandra stepped up to the other woman and began to unbutton her blouse. Joanie responded immediately by unzipping Sandra’s top. Frank sat down on the bed behind them, his eyes, Sandra could tell, glued to them in eager anticipation. 

Sandra and Joanie managed to get each other’s clothes off in no time, and Sandra stood naked in front of another equally naked woman for the first time. It was an incredible revelation for her, something akin to an epiphany in a night that had started out innocently enough and had led her to this. She looked at Joanie with admiration. She had a very attractive figure, for a married woman, Sandra added in her mind. Her breasts were still quite perky, and attractively shaped, beautiful globes of white flesh, her nipples dark against their breasts and already quite firm. 

She stepped up to her and took them into her hands. She trembled when she touched them, and realized that it felt incredibly good, much better than anything she had ever imagined or expected to experience. Joanie’s skin was soft and smooth, milky, almost, Sandra wanted to say, and her breasts were delicious in her hands. They smelled of almonds and cinnamon and something else she couldn’t quite place, something foresty, perhaps, although Joanie didn’t seem to be the kind of woman who spent much time in forests. She inhaled deeply to fill her lungs with the scents of femininity and allure. Her pussy was getting moist already, trembling in anticipation, and they had barely begun. Yes, she had definitely made the right choice. 

Joanie reached out and took Sandra’s breasts into her hands, sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine, into her pussy, through her breasts, filling her body, her mind, with absolute delight. So that was what it felt like, being touched by another woman. It was a beautiful experience, she admitted as she leaned against the other woman and let her fondle her breasts as she fondled hers. Their hands moved in unison over each other. It was almost like looking into a mirror, except that the hands were those of a stranger and felt incredibly good, much better than her own or even those of a man, no matter how skillful he might be. 

The two women looked deep into each other’s eyes, pure enjoyment emanating from them as they rubbed and squeezed each other, reveling in the sensation of the unique experience, of the female touch they were sharing with each other. Neither of them gave any indication of wanting to stop, so they just kept caressing each other and turning each other on more and more. They were so completely absorbed and lost in each other that they forgot all about Frank on the bed. 

“What about me?” he interrupted them in their reverie. “Not that I’m not enjoying myself, watching the two of you do all this to each other, but this is, after all, supposed to be a threesome.” 

“I’m sorry,” they quickly responded as they let go of each other. “Of course it is. Your turn now.” 

Frank rose from the bed and the two women began to take off his clothes, bumping into each other and rubbing against each other every chance they had. Joanie unbuttoned his shirt and Sandra pulled it off over his shoulders. Together they stripped him of his trousers and his underwear. It was quite a turn-on, undressing a man together with another woman, and to see him naked and erect. Sandra couldn’t take her eyes off him, even though she had seen enough naked men before. This was all so different, so uniquely fascinating, she just kept laughing inside with exhilaration. 

As if on cue, the two women knelt down in front of Frank, taking his already large and throbbing penis into their hands at the same time, a perfect triptych at a perfect moment in time. Frank groaned with pleasure. The women continued fondling him, rubbing him, rubbing their lips up and down his shaft, Joanie taking him into her mouth and making sucking noises, then Sandra taking him into her mouth until he trembled with the excitement of their ministrations. Sandra could have just stayed there with the impressive phallus between them, but that wasn’t exactly why they were there. 

“How about we all go on the bed?” Joanie interrupted their joint activity. By then, there didn’t seem to be any doubt in anyone’s mind anymore of how to progress. Everything was transpiring almost automatically now, as if they had done this many times before, and the logistics of the triangle didn’t seem to be a problem any more at all. It was like a set piece in which everyone knew exactly what to do, acted out against a luscious panorama of desire and passion and unmitigated joy. 

Following Joanie’s suggestion, they climbed on the bed together and Sandra quickly went down on Joanie who readily spread her legs for her. Sandra buried her face in her dripping pussy and moaned with delight as she licked the other woman and tasted a pussy for the very first time. It was incredible, so much more than she had expected, so much better, sexier, intriguing, arousing. She ran her tongue all over the other woman’s delectable pussy, exploring her folds and nooks and crannies, drinking her delightful nectar, feasting on the rich cornucopia of sights and smells and tastes and didn’t ever want to stop. 

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Frank, fondling his wife’s breasts while intently watching her at the same time. It turned her on even more, being observed like that while she was eating his wife. She even lifted her face so Frank could see her tonguing his wife’s pussy and see the juices run down her chin. She could have stayed down there forever. 

But Joanie had other plans, and quite justifiably so, Sandra had to admit. “My turn now,” Joanie demanded. 

Sandra surfaced from her feast and stretched out on the bed. Joanie was between her legs before she had a chance to spread them, pushing her knees apart and diving between her legs like a thirsty traveler at a rich oasis. Sandra cried out when Joanie reached her pussy with her tongue. This, too, was so much better than she had thought, and much better than when men did it to her. Joanie knew exactly what to do, how to stimulate her, where to find her most sensitive spots, how to make the most of her explorations. Sandra groaned delightedly as the other woman’s tongue flitted all over her, shooting electric currents all through her body and her mind, energizing her, titillating her, driving her to distraction. 

Frank put his hands on her breasts and started kneading and squeezing them, and she felt in seventh heaven from the dual stimulation. Then he bent over her and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling her. She squealed with delight as he licked and sucked, her pussy aching for release, her breasts on fire. She in turn reached for his penis and started to run her hand up and down his shaft, paying homage to the male essence. Then she closed her fingers around it and squeezed until he, too, groaned with delight. It no longer mattered who was doing what or to whom or how, only they were doing it together and driving each other to ever greater and loftier heights of pleasure and mutual excitation. 

Much to Sandra’s dismay, Joanie detached herself from her pussy and stretched out on the bed, pulling Frank on top of her. Sandra watched in amazement as Frank pushed himself into his wife and she screamed, shouting his name, pushing her pelvis against his, digging her fingernails into his back. She had never seen anything quite as exciting and stimulating before. Her eyes fixated on the couple, she reached between them and grabbed Joanie’s breast, then shoved her hand downwards until she reached her clit and started rubbing it. All the while, Frank was banging against her with great determination until both started to tremble and rocked through what were obviously incredibly intense orgasms, judging from their writhing and groaning and screaming. 

Frank collapsed on top of his wife, fully spent, then rolled off her to free her again from his weight. Joanie quickly reached out for Sandra’s pussy and started rubbing her vigorously. Sandra reached down and put her hand on Joanie’s, then reached for her own clit while Joanie inserted her fingers into her and pumped her vigorously until the onset of her orgasm shook her to the core. The rush took hold of her body, fireworks and lightning and thunder, electric arcs jumping synapses, her body seemingly turning itself inside out. And then, finally, the ultimate release, the breakers of satiation washing over her and through her, her entire being a shivering, shuddering mass of nerve endings and hands and fingers and lips and tongues. 

Joanie let go of her and crashed on the bed beside her, their breaths labored, rasping, almost, their hearts beating furiously, Frank sprawled next to them still moaning and groaning and newly aroused from their latest display. Sandra could hardly believe what had happened to her, how another woman had brought her to this incredible orgasm, how she had helped a couple to theirs, how she had frolicked in the meadow of their mutual excitement, their spontaneity, their intimacy, their fulfillment. 

By that time, Frank had recovered enough to climb on top of her and penetrate her dripping, screaming pussy with his stiff rod, pumping her as vigorously as he had pumped his wife, grabbing her breasts with both hands and she thrusting her pelvis up against his, moaning deeply, breathing heavily, her whole body in turmoil once again. Joanie slid her hand between them the way she herself had done before, reached her clit with her fingers and rubbed her enthusiastically, matching Frank’s tempo with her own.

Before long, Sandra could feel Frank getting thicker and harder and starting to twitch inside of her, her pussy yearning for the second release. She could feel him squirting into her just as her orgasm rushed through her and she yelled and screamed her release into the room. Her second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, a fantastic frolicking in the sexual depth of her being, a journey well worth the effort and well worth taking again and again. She was sure it wouldn’t be the last of their encounters, so much had they enjoyed themselves and each other. 

Frank took his wife into his arms and Sandra maneuvered herself behind Joanie, put one arm around her and took her breast into her hand, just to remind herself of the unbelievable feeling she had derived from the initial touch. Their breathing gradually became slower again and they drifted off into a deep sleep, to sleep through a night of sensuous fulfillment and profound satisfaction towards a new day, new possibilities, and new explorations.