I'd never had a threesome, but I'd viewed some unfolding—on TV. Whether they be the closed-door implied ones, or those straight from a porno, I'd seen my fair share because, well...I was human. The notion of sleeping with two people at once, for someone like me, with slight voyeuristic tendencies...it was hot.

But to be in one, to participate, to have it happening in live-action and not on a screen—that was something else.

I had no idea how to get started, and I voiced as much to Leo. He and Belle took the reins of this thing; I was content to let them.

Leo finally removed his soaked finger from inside me to fully unwrap me from my clothing. He slid my dress over my head, and shrugged off my panties, leaving me only in my bra, my breasts about to spill over from my heavy breathing.

"Hm," said Belle, staring. "Take her bra off, too. I want to see her boobs jiggling as you toy with her." Her voice was so sexily authoritative, I almost came on the spot.

Leo obliged, rubbing his finger-pads over my hardened nipples, eliciting a tiny moan from me. That tiny moan prompted Belle to lick her lips, and fuck if I didn't want her closer to us right now, so I could touch her.

But she remained on that chaise, feet away, adamant on watching us first.

Leo stood me up in front of him, admiring my curves. "You're so fucking beautiful, Emma," he said, his eyes zoning in on my pussy. He turned me sideways, so I'd be facing Belle, and snuck a hand between my legs and parted them. "Fuck, look at her, Belle. Isn't she beautiful?"

I flushed—my body was on display for Belle to admire. And admire, she did. She chewed on her lower lip with fervor as she leaned forward, cocking her head this way and that, delighting in the sight of me opening up for her. "Fuck, yes, she is. Show me more."

Leo combed his finger between my lower lips, drenching it with my moisture. "Hmm, she's so wet for us."

Belle angled back and lifted her hips up so she could take off her pants. Her red lace panties startled me, and her gaze locked with mine as she took off her shirt, revealing her hefty, delicious looking breasts trapped in a tight, matching red lace bra. It was partly see-through, so when I caught a view of her dark nipples, erect and pressing into the fabric, I gasped.

"Yeah, you like that?" She smirked at me as she crept her hand into her underwear. "I said, show me more."

So bossy, so hot. And Leo didn't dare disobey her. He dipped a finger into me as he approached his mouth and breathed all over my pussy. Heat trickled over my wetness and caused chills to crawl up my spine. My legs shook, and he hadn't even done anything yet.

His tongue escaped his mouth and drank in my arousal, before locating my clit and flicking it, surrounding it with attention and need. I arched my spine, and as I was about to tip my head back and release a soft whimper, I saw Belle inclining forward to get a better view, all the while massaging herself under her panties.

"Show...me," I managed to get out, before Leo's tongue picked up speed and sent me over the edge.

I wasn't sure if Belle would understand what I meant, but she'd read my mind, because she smirked again and stood up to let her underwear fall to the floor. Ah, there it was; that fucking delicious pussy I knew she was hiding under those clothes. Glistening, anticipating a night to remember.

She hurried to take off her bra, too, and those large but somehow perky boobs stared at me tauntingly, so perfect I almost forgot Leo's tongue was inside me.

Belle approached, and before I could touch her, she lowered to Leo's level, giving herself an even better vision of me showcased for her. She stopped Leo by gripping his chin and turning her to him, and kissed him. Not a chaste, quick peck of two people who'd never kissed before; no, this was explorative, tongues twisting and capturing one another. And impressively, Leo's finger was still inside me, still keeping a rhythm I couldn't keep up with.

"Hmm, she tastes good on you," said Belle, languorously hefting back up, her face level with mine. "And I want to taste you for myself, but first..." Her lips lathered over mine, not quite kissing yet, but brushing the surface, tempting me. "I want to taste your tongue."

Not that I would have stopped her, but she didn't give me a second to speak before her mouth was on mine, devouring me. Her tongue pried its way past my lips, and as soon as it met my tongue, a burst of peppermint and pussy erupted inside my mouth.

Shit, she was skilled. Her tongue was fast, whipping against mine, swarming it with attention and longing. Like she'd been waiting to do this for years, lusting after me the same way I'd lusted after her.

I worried she'd slap my hand away, but I couldn't help it—I cupped her breast with my hand, rubbing my thumb over her firm nipple. She didn't block me, to my joyful surprise, and allowed me to break our kiss so I could put that nipple in my mouth, swirl my tongue around it. She moaned, which made me moan, which made Leo moan. He'd resumed his tongue-fucking of my pussy, and the pleasure of it shattered through my legs.

After a few minutes of me lavishing attention on Belle's wonderful breasts, she and Leo permitted me to sit back down, with my legs parted. Together they took turns taking care of me; Belle got her wish of tasting me, her tongue like a torpedo of bliss as it flurried over my clit. She was on all fours in front of the sofa, and how I wished I could see that round ass of hers as she finger and tongue-fucked me.

Leo lounged on the couch and kissed me, kissed my breasts, fondled me as he switched between staring deep into my eyes and pondering what Belle was up to.

"You," I said, noticing he was the only one still clothed. "Naked. Now." I couldn't form full sentences, so overcome with the rushes of euphoria caused by their touch.

Leo straightened up, and tossed his shirt and pants across the way. He gazed right at me as he lowered his boxers, and oh, what a lovely boner he'd been concealing underneath those layers. He was hard, and lust glazed in his hazel eyes, and the sight of Belle between my legs prompted him to seize his cock and start caressing it.

"Yeah," I said, succumbing to Belle, but also awash with desire at the vision of Leo's penis. "You like watching us, don't you?"

"What I'd love to watch," he said, his gaze alternating between my face and Belle's bouncy ass, "is both of you sucking my cock."

Belle whimpered as she removed her mouth from my wetness, and swiveled to Leo, his dick exactly level with her lips. "Hm, that's a consideration." She turned to me, eyebrows wiggling. "Want to give him a taste?"

I'd never deny that opportunity. Leo's throbbing penis had been in my mouth many times, and to share it with this exquisitely sexy woman? "Absolutely."

We kneeled in front of him, taking turns sliding his length into our mouths, lathering him attention. I looked up at him, watching him writhe in satisfaction, tensing as I held his balls and gently massaged them. A few times Belle and I paused to make out, all while keeping hold of his cock and stroking it, continuing the movement.

She was wild, she was fire. Her heat soothed me, broke through my icy facade, the one I'd erected to protect myself from her.

All she'd gone through for this? Why hadn't she asked us, instead of selling us out to some seedy reporter who wanted to destroy us? If she'd met with us, explained her attraction, Leo and I would have discussed this, and come to this same conclusion: give her what she wants, and she'd leave us be. I wanted to give her what she wanted, because we wanted the same thing; to be nude, the friction of our bodies making us sweat, the intensity of our contact making us come.

And to do so with Leo present was even more intense. I couldn't believe I hadn't fantasized about this before.

Leo stopped us when he was on the verge of coming, wanting to reserve his gift for later, no matter how ready Belle and I were for him to come in our mouths. It was so unreal, so close to a live porno unfolding before me, except I was the star. Never in my wildest dreams had I envisioned something so incredibly dirty it had to be downright illegal.

And I loved it. All my worries about Leo's drinking, Cameron's feelings, and my stress about the article vanished as I watched Leo lay on the faux-fur carpet, after rolling on a condom. Belle guided me onto him, and I squeezed around him as his length entered me, slow, steady, and deep.

Belle positioned herself behind me, her arm wrapped around my middle, her hand draping over my pussy. And when Leo thrusted up and into me, she pressed her fingertip to my center.

"Oh, wow," I breathed, having never experienced anything like this. Leo fucked me, and Belle tickled at my sensitive spots and fingered me, grabbing at my breasts and fiddling with my nipples, too. The rocking back and forth, up and down made me dizzy, and I came so fast I didn't even realize it until I'd opened my eyes to find Belle straddling Leo's face.

"Make us both come," Belle said, as I saw Leo's tongue reach out and slide over Belle's slit. She shuddered and her head dipped backward as she closed her eyes. "Yes, exactly like that."

The pace of his thrusting accelerated, and I felt another orgasm coming on fast. When I snuck a glimpse at Belle, she appeared close, too. She clamped her lips shut, her cheeks flaring with pink, and her eyes were wide as they focused on Leo's cock going in and out of me.

"Touch yourself," she said to me, as she set her own finger to her clit. "Like me. Let's come all together."

I did as she asked, never removing my gaze from hers. She was aflame, the heat of her scorching through me, bringing me to another fiery orgasm as Leo let out a groan at my clamping around his member.

He was close, I knew; the rhythm he took on was one that signified he could hardly hold it much longer. I leaned forward, pressing my hands on his chest, and hefted my hips up and down, jerking him deeper inside me. He moaned harder against Belle's pussy, which in turn brought her to her conclusion. She yelped out, her legs shivering with the strength of her orgasm. I now had a closer look at her, and watched her pulsating against his mouth. Fuck, I should have been exhausted, finished, but all I wanted was to lick her until she screamed.

Leo came not long after, with one enormous shove into me and a guttural grunt of pleasure. He kept me stable atop him, taking harsh breaths to steady his heart. Belle climbed off his face and crumbled beside him, just as breathless.

"Don't get too relaxed now," he said between breaths, addressing me, then her. "If we're doing this, we're doing this right. All night, until we collapse."

***

We collapsed at around two in the morning, after our third round. The second round was all about Belle and her arousal, with Leo fucking her and me finally getting to taste her. God, she was delicious, and I came only from the sound of her, the flavor of her.

The third round was a blur and a mess of tired but heady orgasms, of all-around fucking until our bodies gave up. We lay there once spent, staring up at the high ceiling, wondering what the fuck had happened—and why it hadn't happened sooner.

I was monogamous, always would be, though I respected polyamory and even admired those who could live that way. But this was a true taste of what it'd be like to share Leo with someone else, to allow Leo to share me—and I didn't hate it. Ultimately, he was mine, and I was his, but it'd been an interesting experience to watch someone else be fucked by him.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. A thick blanket covered us, though I had no clue where it came from and who'd retrieved it and when. After that third round, everything was foggy. I could barely stand to go to the bathroom, and collapsed when I returned, nestling myself in Leo's embrace. Belle rested on his other side, and both our arms wrapped around him protectively. The fire crackled in the background, and we were snug and warm. The world paused.

When I woke to a gentle morning sun peeping in through a slit in the curtains, I jolted up. Was it a dream? Had I imagined this whole vivid scenario in my mind?

No; Leo was there, and we were on the faux-fur rug, the fire's embers still lit with warmth. We were naked, still a bit slick with sweat. Belle was gone.

Leo stirred awake moments after me, and smiled up at me as he moved my hair from my face. "Hm," he said, also noticing Belle's departure. "Must have slipped out a while ago. The spot where she was is cold."

I shrugged, and tugged the blanket up over my breasts.

His pants were close to us, so he yanked them over and fetched his phone from his pocket. "Ah," he said, opening up a text. "She says debt paid. I imagine she's up in her room, sleeping us off."

I chuckled, envisioning her waking before dawn and snagging her clothes to sneak upstairs, a thief in the night. We really were a guilty pleasure to her, and I wouldn't complain. We'd all had our fill, and then some.

"How do you feel?" His voice was tender, thoughtful. Caring. "This was...a lot, I know. And we never discussed this, never set any boundaries about this type of stuff. I'm aware you're not much of a kinky girl, but...was this all right?"

Under other circumstances, I might have scolded him. Communication was key in any relationship, and Leo and I...weren't great communicators. He drank, I sulked, and we made up by having sex.

But this...this had worked fine. "It was a contract," I said, devoid of the emotion I thought I'd have after such a powerful event. "And I'm...okay. I'm great. It was liberating. To finally know what she wanted, why she was always brooding in the background and acting so weird around us...yeah, liberating."

What I didn't tell him was that the liberation came mostly from me not thinking. Not over-thinking. No Cameron, no Leo, no Belle, no nothing. All I did was sit back and enjoy the event, or dive in and savor the results. I centered my focus on me, myself, my own pleasure, and it was exhilarating.

We showered separately, and while Leo went off on a hike with some of his staff, I settled at the desk he'd permitted me to use for my work. The large window behind it overlooked a beautiful forest, and the leaves, the peaceful vibe energized me, inspired me. I was pumped and prepared, and after stretching and cracking my knuckles, I sat down and typed.

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