when sex goes stale a young woman buys time with a beautiful escort to create the fantasy threesome her boyfriend desires.

SHARED EXPERIENCE By Heather Towne

The first time David asked me, I said no. And the second and third time. By the fourth time, I got pissed off. "Okay, you want a threesome, I'll give you a threesome! I'll drag some perv off the street - a guy, mind you - and you and him can take turns fucking me senseless! How'd you like that!?"

He didn't. He sulked, and mumbled something about our love life getting stale and how I used to like to experiment and how wild we were before we moved in together; all valid points, I realized unhappily. Suffice it to say that he eventually got his wish. On the one condition that I got to choose the woman from the on-line catalogue at the escort agency that he just happened to have bookmarked.

So, I chose the woman; someone impersonal and professional, someone who would do her job, well, and disappear, not get involved beyond the physical. And, as I talked to the receptionist at the agency to set up a date and time, I wasn't at all surprised to find that my recently dormant feelings of burning sexual anticipation had been seriously rekindled: the trembling of the hands and voice, the cold sweat, the hardening of the nipples and the dampening of the pussy - the feeling that I was sexually alive and didn't give a fuck what the world thought!

Thus, by the time our sex toy for the evening arrived, I was probably even more aroused than David. And he was plenty aroused; our preparatory hour-long, multi-positioned love-making session had left little doubt about that. I answered the doorbell before the first ring had dissipated. "Hi," I said to the young woman on the doorstep. I felt my whole body start to shake slightly as I eyeballed the gorgeous filling to David's fantasy sandwich. She was green-eyed and blonde-haired, and her provocative lips were painted blood-red, her face delicate and inviting and pretty, her body curvaceous and outrageous. She had the unlikely combination of huge breasts and tiny waist - something you normally only see in porn videos and TV exercise shows. As she stared at me staring at her, my face flushed red and sweat pin-pricked my pale skin. I'd had a few lesbian encounters in the past, but nothing of her magnitude.

"Hi, I'm Cassandra," the super-sized supermodel said, shattering the awkward silence. "Can I come inside?"

Hopefully, I thought, hopefully. I smiled nervously, my mouth as dry as English wit. "Uh, sure … sorry, Cassandra. I'm Amy. I was the one who, um, phoned about you."

She nodded and slipped past me, and I caught the scent of her sweet, sweet body spray; caught it and held it and closed my eyes and reveled in it. It clouded my head, warmed my body, and left me vulnerable to any and all suggestions. This lady was clearly packing heat.

"So, where's the lucky guy?" she asked pleasantly.

"Huh? Guy?" I gave my head a shake. "Oh, yeah - the guy." I yelled, "David!" then escorted sexy Cassandra into the living room.

David burst onto the scene like he'd been shot out of a cannon, exchanged greetings with the main dish in our upcoming sensual meal, and then led her down the hallway and into our bedroom. After a couple of anxious minutes, he remembered that a threesome involved three, and ran back and grabbed my sweaty hand with a sweaty hand of his own. "You still want to go through with this?" he asked, feigning earnestness.

"Well, I-"

"She's one sweet babe, huh?" he interrupted, staring dreamily off down the hallway, his whole body twitching with excitement. I hadn't seen him so gung-ho since I'd buckled myself into a strap-on six months previous. "Not as good-looking as you, of course," he added hastily, licking his lips. "Man, you sure know how to pick 'em, baby!"

He dragged me down the hall to where Cassandra awaited us. Efficient professional that she was, she had already stripped down to her black bra and panties. "I thought I'd get comfortable," she said casually.

David and I jammed each other in the doorframe for a moment, then stumbled across the threshold. I coughed out the following words: "Uh, so … how should we get started? I mean …"

"Well, since this is David's party," Cassandra replied, gliding towards us, "how 'bout if I get started with … you." And she took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes and let her soft, warm, knowing lips dissolve into mine. I hugged her buff body and opened my mouth and let her tongue roam inside. She explored my mouth and my lips, and then swirled her tongue up against mine in an erotic ballet that I wished would never end. We grew bolder and more heated and passionate, and mashed our mouths together, our breasts pressed tight against one another, my pointed nipples tingling with sensation.

The forgotten David inserted himself back into the picture by wrapping his arms around the both of us. Cassandra broke the seal on our sucking mouths, sending me headlong from heaven back down to earth. "I think we got David's attention," she quipped.

David was naked, and his hard cock was pressing into Cassandra's soft, tanned thigh. She guided him over to the bed like a mother guides a googly-eyed child into a candy store. She unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, and David fell upon her breasts and fed on them, gorging himself on her massive, bronze tits. She winked at me over his shoulder and said, "Come on, Amy, three's not a crowd."

I slipped off my shorts and t-shirt and was naked. I skipped over and playfully slapped David on the ass. He yelped and looked around at me, his tongue hanging out, Cassandra's tits glistening with his hot saliva.

"Here's how we're going to do this," Cassandra said matter-of-factly. "First time out, anyway." She quickly instructed her two over-eager sex students on the proper positioning.

When she was done, she was flat on her back on the bed. I was straddling her stomach and David was astride her face. He gripped the headboard with whitened knuckles, staring blindly at the wallpaper, his thick cock buried to the balls in Cassandra's mouth. I fondled her tits, rolled her swollen nipples between my fluttering fingers, and then bent down and sucked on her rubbery nubs.

Cassandra disgorged David's triple X erection and ordered me to pull down her panties. I pulled down her panties - and grinned.

It was only when David's ears finally cottoned on to the sound of me bouncing up and down on Cassandra, moaning more and more frantically, that he twisted his head around to find out what all my excitement was about. He stared, wide-eyed, at me, as I rode Cassandra's long, hard cock.

I smiled contentedly as his eyes flew back and forth between Cassandra's cock buried in my pussy, and his own cock buried in Cassandra's mouth. "Something for the both of us, sweetie," I groaned, already on the cusp of a mammoth orgasm.

His body signaled the agreement his mind was slow in acknowledging by convulsing wildly as his jerking cock sprayed white-hot semen into our transsexual's very talented, very versatile mouth. I quickly joined him in Cassandra-inspired ecstasy.

Bio: Towne's writing credits include ssspread, Amoret, Options, Hustler Fantasies, and Leg Sex.