I gave her a questioning look and she nodded, so I nodded back. Reassured, Emmy used her free hand to stroke Angela’s cheek, gently turning Angela’s head her way.
“Angela,” Emmy said, gently. “We want this, too.” Leaning in, she kissed Angela, tender and sweet. I followed suit and used my free hand to do the same, turning Angela my way, then leaning down and kissing her, a nice sort of ‘let’s get to know each other better’ kiss.
Angela didn’t want to leave it at that, so she pushed harder against my lips, and soon enough, my tongue slipped past her lips and started exploring.
Angela welcomed the intrusion, and within moments, my arms were wrapped around her nude form, pulling her in while I deepened my kiss. While I was plundering Angela’s mouth, Emmy embraced Angela from behind, nuzzling her ear.
Breaking from the kiss, I suggested, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
As I leaned back to look at Angela’s face to see how she was doing, I noticed Emmy’s hands cupping Angela’s breasts, her long, graceful fingers playing with the little barbell jewelry piercing the nipples.
“You two take baths together a lot,” Angela said, surprisingly shyly given the circumstances. “The tubs here are huge. Do you suppose we could…”
“I would enjoy that,” Emmy said as she stroked Angela’s six-pack abs. “Very much.”
I followed Emmy and Angela to the bath on our side of the two-bedroom suite, admiring Angela’s bare butt, and thinking about the way Emmy was holding Angela’s hand. It seemed to reassure Angela, who despite being the one to precipitate the situation seemed the least confident of the three of us.
She’d told me she’d never even kissed another woman before, much less gave any thought to having sex with one, so I could understand her trepidation, and was happy that Emmy was being so gentle with Angela.
Emmy started the water while Angela stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do, so I drew her into my arms for another kiss.
When we parted, I asked, “Would you like to undress Emmy or me?”
Emmy had already kicked off her shoes, so I pointed Angela in her direction. “Make it fun,” I suggested when Angela hesitated.
After a couple of nervous steps, Angela stood in front of Emmy, unsure what to do. Emmy took Angela’s hands and held them for a moment, then brought one to her lips and kissed it.
“Angela,” Emmy said. “Imagine how you would want a lover to treat you. Do that to me.”
Following instructions, Angela apprehensively started to unbutton Emmy’s blouse, starting at the top. Encouraged by Emmy’s gentle smile, Angela continued with the buttons with more confidence, occasionally using the back of her fingers to ‘accidentally’ brush against Emmy’s bare skin underneath.
While this was happening I adjusted the water temperature to more rational levels of hot, then quickly stripped out of my own clothes, but making sure I kept watching the incredibly erotic show the two others were putting on.
Angela was pleased to discover that Emmy wasn’t wearing a bra, and when she slipped the silk blouse off of Emmy, she dared to lean down and kiss Emmy’s bare shoulder. Emmy stood a bit straighter, encouraging Angela. Angela kissed Emmy’s collarbone, drawing her hands up Emmy’s sides, and finally cupping Emmy’s breasts. She leaned down farther and kissed the top of Emmy’s left breast, then the right.
Emboldened by Emmy’s pleased sigh, Angela kissed, then gently suckled Emmy’s nipple. Emmy clearly enjoyed it, stroking Angela’s long, dark hair.
“That is it,” she murmured. “That is nice.”
Taking a break from the kissing, Angela reached around to unzip Emmy’s skirt. Task achieved, it fell to the floor, revealing Emmy’s silk thong.
I think Angela ran out of confidence at that point, because instead of continuing and removing Emmy’s last tiny piece of clothing, Angela stood up and looked to see what I was doing.
I’d ditched my own clothes by that point, so I reached out and took Angela’s hand and led her to the giant soaking tub. Emmy followed, slipping off that last bit of modesty before stepping into the hot water with Angela and me.
“What… what do you two usually do?” Angela asked, suddenly unsure again.
“We soak,” Emmy said, leaning back. “We touch, we caress. We talk about the day, we speak of our setbacks and our victories. We use this time to be together.”
“You don’t- you don’t have sex?” Angela asked.
“Sometimes, yes, but other times no, but it is always an opportunity to be intimate.”
Realizing that Angela was out of her depth, so to speak, I gently pulled her back so she was leaning against me, occupying the position usually taken by Emmy. I stroked Angela’s arms, enjoying seeing goosebumps follow my touch. I kissed the top of Angela’s head, and as I did so, I slid my hands down the outside of her arms, eventually lacing my fingers in with hers, the back of her hands facing my palms.
Emmy slid so that her legs were in between Angela’s, stroking Angela’s feet and calves as she did so.
I could feel the tension in Angela’s body release a tiny bit with every gentle stroke, with every soft caress.
“Are you doing O.K.?” I asked, kissing Angela’s ear.
“This is nice,” she said. “Very nice.”
“Is it what you wanted?” Emmy asked gently.
“I- I think it is,” Angela replied. “I wasn’t really sure what I wanted, but this is… this is good.”
“Is it what you expected?” I asked, still kissing.
“Um, no, I don’t think so,” Angela admitted. “I thought, um… I don’t know what I thought.”
Disengaging my fingers, I slid my hands back up to Angela’s shoulders, then down her front, lightly circling her nipples with the softest touch of my fingertips.
“Angela,” I said, continuing to nuzzle her hair. “What do you want out of this relationship? I think that this isn’t just about you wanting to try out lesbian sex.”
“No- I mean, yeah, I do want that, but I want…” Angela said, trying to find the words to express herself. “I want to be the one you… When you go out of town for business, I want to be the one who keeps Emmy warm at night. When the two of you want a little something extra in bed, I want to be that something. But that isn’t all I want,” Angela said, the words starting to spill out.
“I want to go with you two when you go to Chicago. I want you to want me to go with you. I want to listen to Emmy practice her guitar on the balcony. I want to have dinner with your friends. I want to work out with you. I want you to watch me do my back squats and think about how you get to be the one who gets to peel me out of my gym clothes. I want to go on drives with you. I want to see your friends’ faces on your driving days, and see they hold you in high respect. I want to watch Emmy record her next record, and be there to help in any way I can. I want… I want to be part of your lives. That’s it. I want to be part of your lives, and I want you two to be part of mine.”
“What did you think of dinner tonight?” Emmy asked, seemingly out of the blue.
Puzzled, Angela said, “That was the best food I have ever had in my life. I mean it. I’ve never eaten at a place like that before. I thought the restaurants that Antonio took me to were nice, and they were good, but that place tonight was another level entirely.”
“Do you want to go to restaurants like that again?” Emmy asked.
“Yeah, that would be great,” Angela said. “But not too often. Then it wouldn’t be special.”
“Is this special, this trip?” Emmy asked.
“This is wonderful,” Angela sighed.
“Do you understand that we brought you along with no expectations from you? That we did not expect you to have sex with us? That we thought that you might enjoy this little vacation, and that was all we wanted- for you to enjoy yourself?” Emmy continued.
“Yes, I understand,” Angela said. “I’m not… I didn’t say that I wanted to have sex with you two because I thought I owed it to you for a nice dinner. I want to have sex with you two because- because I want to. Because I’ve heard you two a few times, and I see the way you are together, and if I can have even a tiny little bit of that, it’d make me happier than I think I ever was with Antonio.”
“You’ve heard us have sex?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“I listened,” Angela confessed. “Your door was a little bit open the first time and I heard a noise, so I listened to hear what it was, and realized you guys were, um, you know.”
“The first time?” I asked, teasing.
“I’ve only listened a few times, that’s all,” Angela protested.
“It must have sounded good to you,” Emmy said, leaning forward and sliding her hands up Angela’s thighs.
Angela couldn’t really speak, she was too mortified, so she just nodded and mumbled an “Uh huh.”
Emmy leaned in a little farther, her hands having arrived at the top of Angela’s thighs by that point, and she used her thumbs to stroke the little concave spots there on the inside.
Angela leaned forward, taking Emmy’s head in her hands and kissing her, deeply and passionately. Emmy leaned back against her side of the big tub, taking Angela with her.
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Angela had gone from reclining against me to kneeling in front of Emmy, presenting me with a perfect view of her amazing ass and beautiful pink pussy, which were now just above water level.
As they continued to kiss and Angela’s hands explored my wife’s chest, I leaned forward to take advantage of the opportunities presented. I put my hands on the outside of Angela’s hips and slid them up to her hip bones, then, spreading my fingers, I let the tips of my thumbs touch each other right at the top of her tail bone. Sliding my hands down her muscular butt, I kept my thumbs together, running them down the cheeks and gently across her exposed pink butthole, which caused Angela to tense up for a moment, but then she relaxed and I continued on, using my thumbs to gently stroke her puffy pink labia.
I kept my hands right at the bottom of the curve of her ass, my thumbs parting her soft lips and sliding into her folds. I kept my touch soft and slow, caressing Angela’s sensitive lady parts. I wanted this to be foreplay, to get Angela heated up for the main event that would happen on the hotel bed’s luxuriously soft, white sheets. I glanced up from what I was doing to see that Angela had her head resting on Emmy’s shoulder, her breath coming out in uneven, ragged little gasps.
“Whatever it is you are doing down there,” Emmy said when she caught my eye. “It is working.”
Laughing, I took my hands away and just cupped Angela’s mound with my left hand and stroked along her spine with my right.
“Are you two ready to take it to the bed?” I suggested.
“Why did you stop?” Angela whined, looking over her shoulder at me, making the most exaggerated pout ever.
I climbed out of the tub and toweled off while the other two kept kissing, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Eventually Angela sat up, and I offered her a hand out of that giant tub, then helped Emmy out as well. They both toweled each other off, giggling as they tickled, pinched and squeezed each other in the process.
It was unbelievably sexy, sure, but also somehow wholesome, watching the two play and flirt like that. They were enjoying each other’s attention, reveling in the physical contact, but more importantly, the bond of affection that was growing between the three of us.
After a brief stop at the suite’s refrigerator to get ourselves some sparkling water, we made our way to the bedroom that Emmy and I had claimed.
Angela threw off her towel the moment we entered and flopped face-first onto the king-sized bed, not bothering with the sheets or blanket.
Emmy grinned and followed suit, plopping down next to Angela. The sight of their two amazing butts side by side like that, one pale and muscular, the other black as charcoal and firm from a lifetime of dance, set my mouth to watering. I wasted no time in throwing off my towel and climbing up on the bed, wedging my way between the two goddesses there.
Sitting back on my heels, my knees even with their hips, I slid my hands up the inside of each of their near thighs. I didn’t go all the way, though, reversing course just before arriving at the most sensitive spots where their legs joined. Sliding my soft touch back down, I got a groan from Angela.
“You’re evil!” She moaned, while Emmy just shimmied side to side in silence, enjoying my touch.
I slid my hands back up again, this time all the way. I cupped their two mounds in my hands, taking pleasure in the wetness I could feel building there. The two were very different in their anatomies, and the contrast between Emmy’s tiny little innie and Angela’s pretty, very pink outie was stunning. Holding the two perfect little kitties in my hands was like skipping the entrée and enjoying two desserts at once.
Sliding my fingers gently through their folds, the differences became even more clear. Emmy was so small down there, she required the subtlest of touches. Angela, though, was easy to navigate, and oh, so slippery. Angela was so ready, whereas Emmy always took a bit more stroking and caressing before I could even think of entering her.
While I continued to warm Emmy up, Angela needed no further foreplay, so I gently slid my middle finger in deep. I felt no resistance on my way in- just the opposite, in fact. I could feel her muscles tightening around my finger, but almost drawing me further in.
“Oooh,” Angela gasped as I buried myself in her center. I looked up at her face, to see her eyes shut tight and an expression of pleasure on her sometimes very girlish features.
I noticed Emmy was watching Angela’s face as well, her vivid green eyes drinking in the sight of her new lover’s ecstasy.
This seemed to have an effect on Emmy, because she loosened up and my finger was suddenly bathed in her juice. Never one to let opportunity pass, I slid the middle finger of my left hand deep inside my wife, matching the rhythm of my right.
Emmy let out a pleased gasp and maneuvered herself to give me a better angle, all the while watching Angela’s beautiful face.
Angela, for her part, was moaning with pleasure as I added a second finger, stroking smoothly and deeply into her burning hot pussy. She was writhing with bliss, unable to do anything more than give in to her body’s needs.
Although Emmy was moving her hips in time with my motion, letting out her little soft breaths with pleasure, she kept her eyes open and focused on Angela, watching her with a satisfied look on her own inky-black face.
As I knelt there, pleasuring both women, I got to thinking about how I was making love to two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Was this going to be our future? Was Angela going to become our lover, our third partner in a ménage à trois? If this was going to continue (and Emmy and I could do worse for another lover- in fact, it was hard to imagine how we could do better) how could we keep it quiet? We were already in the public eye, and I didn’t want to subject Angela to the sort of tabloid harassment I’d seen out there.
Feeling that Angela was getting close, I refocused my attention on what I was doing and put aside my concerns for the time being.
I pulled my fingers out of the two, eliciting some non-verbal complaints before I slid my thumbs back where my fingers had been. This allowed me to use my fingertips to stimulate Emmy’s tiny little pearl, and to tickle and play with the barbell piercing in Angela’s much larger (and easier to find) clit.
“Ah, yes! Like that!” Angela hissed, lifting her butt up a bit as I drove my thumb as deeply as I could.
Emmy subconsciously mimicked the move, and I could feel that she was on the verge as well. Of course, Emmy was as silent as always during sex, so Angela’s vocalizations were an unexpected change. I liked hearing her little “Ay, dios!” and “Coño!” As she neared orgasm, but it did kind of drown out the quiet cues I’d gotten used to hearing in Emmy’s breathing that let me know how she was doing.
I could feel Emmy’s walls tighten up on my thumb just fine, though, and Emmy followed Angela’s climax by only a moment.
Slowly I slid out of the two, Emmy boneless in release in contrast to Angela’s twitching muscles.
Admiring the two sweaty, naked bodies on either side of me, I sucked on my left thumb first, savoring the familiar taste of my wife. Then, wanting to compare, I took my right thumb and did the same. Angela was now the third woman I’d ever made love to, and her nectar had a different flavor than either Emmy or Stephanie had had. Of course, that was no surprise, since they were different people, after all.
Emmy and Angela soon recovered, and by some sort of unspoken agreement rolled over and pulled me down between them. They flipped me over on my back, and the two started going to work, taking turns kissing me while the other stroked my body.
“You’re so huge,” Angela murmured as she kissed my shoulder. “You’ve got the muscles of a bodybuilder, but they’re… I don’t know. They look more natural on you.”
“I love her body,” Emmy said in agreement. “She is like some sort of goddess of war- big, strong, and so very powerful.”
“I used to watch her work out in the gym,” Angela confessed. “One time after she forgot to rack her weights I tried a set of dead lifts. I’m strong, I work out a lot, you know? But I could only lift that bar three times, and Leah’d just done, like, three sets of fifteen or something.”
“So very powerful,” Emmy agreed.
The two never stopped kissing and caressing my body as they chatted, and it felt wonderful. Two sets of lips are better than one, and four hands were twice as good as two. I copped the occasional feel as they lavished their attention on every inch of my body, but mostly just relaxed and let the sensations carry me into a world of bliss.
I was drawn out of my reverie by the two jostling around, Emmy directing Angela to straddle me, then moving her up to open herself up to my tongue.
“She is very good at this,” Emmy assured our new lover.
“I’ve never- I mean, like this,” Angela protested, but Emmy’s insistent hands pushed Angela’s hips down as I craned my neck upwards for contact.
Emmy moved into place right behind Angela, sitting on my chest. Looking up between Angela’s thighs, I saw the two of them kissing, Emmy’s hands squeezing Angela’s breasts, playing with her nipple piercings.
Meanwhile, I was in heaven. I loved the feel of Angela’s pussy on my tongue and lips, and the way her body moved as I hit just the rights spots.
I could barely make out what Emmy was whispering in Angela’s ear, but the little I did hear was surprisingly tender. Emmy seemed to be telling Angela that this was just the beginning, and the three of us will have plenty of time together in the future.
Angela’s movements became more frantic, and before too long she was shuddering with another climax, groaning with pleasure as she came. Emmy lowered her down onto her side, still whispering endearments. I snuggled up behind Angela, pulling her into my big spoon while Emmy snuggled her from the front.
“That was so good,” Angela said when she finally recovered enough to talk. “So good.”
“I loved being there with you when you had that experience,” Emmy said. “It was a special moment for me, sharing Leah with you.”
“I wouldn’t ever have been brave enough without your help,” Angela said. "None of my boyfriends ever did anything like that.”
“Their loss,” I said, kissing the back of Angela’s neck. “They don’t know what they missed out on.”
“You really like that?” Angela asked, surprised.
“No, I really love that,” I replied.
“I don’t know if I could do that,” Angela admitted.
“It is O.K. if you are not ready to try yet,” Emmy reassured her. “It is O.K. We will only do things that you are ready for.”
“I wasn’t even ready for this two weeks ago,” Angela said with a little laugh. “I couldn’t even imagine being here like this.”
“Now that you are here, how are you doing?” I asked, stroking her hip.
“This is good. This is better than good,” she said, correcting herself. “This is great. You two are so wonderful, you’ve been so good to me… I can’t believe the way things are turning out.”
“I did not expect this, either,” Emmy responded. “But I am very happy that it has.”
I got up early the next morning and went out for a run. I hadn’t run outside since New York City, and thought that the cool morning air would do me some good. Emmy and Angela were out cold from a long night, and seeing the two of them cuddled up in bed together raised tender but poorly defined emotions.
I felt a bit underdressed in the elevator, since I shared the ride with an elderly couple with suitcases, presumably returning home after a vacation in the Windy City. They were bundled up, but I was only wearing my running tights and a singlet over my sports bra.
It was a bit cold when I left the front entrance of the hotel, but I knew that I’d be plenty warm in moments. The river walk area was deserted, but there were a surprising number of other runners and cyclists on the lakeshore path heading south.
While I ran, I let my mind wander. I wasn’t trying to steer my thoughts to the previous night, but of course it was the main topic on my mind. It seemed as if Emmy wanted Angela as a lover, but a lover for the two of us to share. Sex with Angela was hot, no denying that, and she was a very, very pretty girl, if a little tiny bit too muscular for my tastes. She was fun, charming, and easy to spend time with, too. In the short while Angela had been staying with us I’d come to care for her, and could maybe see it developing into real love with time.
Obviously, I hadn’t had the opportunity to talk to Emmy about Angela’s future with us, but Emmy had provided the nudge that it took to get us all into bed, so I had to imagine that her feelings mirrored my own.
Eventually, by the time I got back to the hotel an hour and a half later, I’d settled into accepting it as it developed. I was concerned about how we were going to present to the world, and thinking that maybe we needed to keep it quiet for a while, but with the full knowledge that the secret would be out before too long.
Back in the room, the two were still sleeping, so I ditched my running gear and stepped into the shower. I was just about to shampoo up when Angela joined me.
“Is this O.K.?” she asked.
Glancing back towards the bedroom, wondering about how the dynamic would work with just one of us with Angela, I saw Emmy standing in the doorway, watching. She nodded yes, so I said, “Of course.” Giving it a tiny bit of thought it had occurred to me that I was fine with leaving Emmy alone in bed with Angela, after all.
Angela took the shampoo from me and lathered up my hair, saying, “I’ve never done this for another girl before.”
“Washing their hair?” I asked, enjoying the feel of Angela’s fingers on my scalp.
“Well, yes, and the rest, too.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” I said.
“I do want,” Angela replied. “I want this a lot.”
Since my hair was shampoo-free by that point, I turned around and took her into my arms. I leaned down and we kissed, long and tender.
“Welcome to the family, Angela. Emmy and I are glad you’ve joined us,” I said, pretty sure it was true.
Emmy couldn’t take just watching any longer, stepping into the large shower, joining Angela and I.
“Angela, do you know the phrase ‘ménage à trois’?” Emmy asked. When Angela shook her head, Emmy explained. “It is French, and it means ‘household of three’. Three people, living together, in a relationship. I think this what we will be.”
“That’s exactly what I want,” Angela said, reaching an arm out to draw Emmy into a three-way hug. “I want to be part of a… what was it?”
“Household of three,” Emmy replied with a kiss.
The rest of the shower was a soapy, slippery, fun time, and none of us felt even slightly guilty for using up so much of the hotel’s water.