Sex with Simone was fantastic; every fuck was a mind-bending exploration of the wildest forms of sexual pleasure. Simone was hotter than any woman I ever met, a wildcat willing to do anything, anywhere, anyhow, to get her man off. Five-foot-two, eyes of blue, with short blonde curls and a large bust, when she sucked my cock, I always took a few seconds to thank my lucky stars that we were in love. Bearing all this in mind then, why was I secretly lusting after my forty-two-year-old acting teacher?

Although we’re both aspiring actors here in New York, to make ends meet, I work as an office temp and Simone is a cocktail waitress. We met at a showcase, were instantly attracted to each other and have been inseparable ever since. In the year that we’ve known each other, Simone has turned me on to many facets of sexuality. When I arrived in New York I was pretty wet behind the ears as far as sex was concerned. Simone, however, seems to have done it all at least twice. She introduced me to bondage, anal sex and, of course, role-playing. And with the help of Angelica, our acting coach, she treated me to my first threesome.

Angelica had been recommended by several of our friends as an excellent teacher, ·and, as no aspiring actor can function without taking class, we signed up. Angelica stressed movement and diction in her class and stayed away from the more psychological aspects of our craft, an approach that reminded me of Spencer Tracy’s secret of successful acting: “Know your lines and don’t bump into the furniture.” I was also blown away by Angelica’s looks. She was a tall, willowy woman with the figure of a ballerina. Her hair was long and black and brushed straight back. Her Italian heritage gave her a fine, classical look, with an aquiline nose, perfect alabaster skin and limpid green eyes. She looked like a model for a Renaissance painter.

That she was in her forties had no effect on my lust for her. Whenever she devoted special attention to me, my palms would begin to sweat and I acted like a nervous schoolboy. When she lightly placed her delicate hand on me to guide my movements, my cock would begin to stir.

Since Simone and I have a very open relationship with each other, I was able to discuss my attraction for Angelica freely. On about the third day of class, Angelica wore a formfitting French leotard, that showed off her bullet like nipples clearly. I had to struggle to pay attention to what she was saying, because I was too busy trying to keep my mind off my cock. Over coffee after class, I mentioned this to Simone.

“Well, Woody, I don’t know if Angelica noticed your erection, but I certainly did.” Then she giggled. “She is a very sexy woman. I wouldn’t mind jumping her bones myself.”

That surprised me a bit. Simone had made vague references indicating that she had an interest in women, but she had never voiced it so directly. I quickly conjured up an image of Simone and Angelica together, naked and with limbs intertwined. I began to think out loud.

“I can just see it,” I said. “The contrast would be quite a sight. You, tiny and curvy, with your big breasts, and Angelica, long and lean, with her long black hair fanned out over your plump little thighs …. ” My cock was tingling as I talked. Simone seemed to enjoy the product of my imagination, for she simply stared off into space, dreamy-eyed.

We went home that night and made spectacular love. As I licked her cunt, I told Simone to close her eyes and imagine that it was Angelica’s tongue snaking into her pussy: She came ferociously. Then I rolled her over and fucked her doggy-style. As my dick slid in and out, she said she was building a sense memory of her face planted in Angelica’s cunt.

“What does her cunt look like?” I asked.

“Her lips butterfly way out, and she’s really juicy,” Simone theorized. “She keeps her black pubic hair trimmed real short and . . . I think I smell just a hint of perfume dabbed down there.” I shot a salvo of come into Simone’s clutching pussy, and Simone came again as well.

Our game of pretend-eras  kept our bed burning for the several weeks we were enrolled in Angelica’s dialogue class. We grew close to our teacher, as she was friendly with all the students and seemed genuinely interested ·in our lives beyond the studio. Still, I didn’t feel close enough to her to suggest she join me and my girlfriend in the sack.

The. course was rapidly coming to an end, and Simone and I decided that our next course should be a scene-study class with a renowned acting coach. To get into the class, however, we would have to audition. Angelica thought we should do a scene together instead of two separate monologues. She also thought we should do something modern, so we settled on Lanford Wilson’s Burn This.

On the last day of class with Angelica, Simone and I brought our scripts with us, as we were learning our lines every spare moment we could grab. Angelica walked into the room and recognized immediately what we were reading.

“Oh, I did Anna on tour,” Angelica told Simone. “It’s really grateful to the actor — lots of juicy dialogue.”

“That’s the character I’m working on! Woody and I are doing a scene for that audition,” Simone told her, “but we don’t seem to be clicking.”

This was news to me. I’d thought we were doing just fine. But when Angelica offered to help us rehearse, I realized what my horny little lady was up to.

“Why don’t you come over to my place, say Friday night, and I’ll see if I can give you a pointer or two.” Simone accepted Angelica’s help and gave me a wink. I couldn’t wait for Friday.

Angelica lived in the kind of place every starving artist dreams of. It was a big renovated loft full of hanging plants, Oriental rugs and museum posters. She greeted us warmly and served us espresso. Then she pushed aside some furniture, tossed big pillows on the floor, sat on them Indian-style and told us to run through our scene.

It felt terrible; how could I concentrate on my lines when I was picturing two beautiful women servicing my throbbing erection? Angelica watched us intently, and when we had finished, she looked quizzical for a moment and then said, “Well, technically it’s corning along, but none of the emotions ring true yet. There’s no animal sense of the hunt. These characters are supposed to be in very deep lust for each other, right?” Simone and I nodded. “Well, I don’t see it. And, frankly, I’m surprised. After all, I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming that you two are an item. You do sleep with each other, don’t you?”

I had to laugh. “Well,” Angelica continued, “let’s hear the sexual tension simmering. Try it again.”

We started again, but before either of us got an entire speech out, she stopped us. “You’re just not hitting it,” she said, frustrated. “Look, let’s get real about this. You don’t have to try it; it’s just an option — but what would you say to rehearsing this in the nude?”

Simone and I looked at each other; Simone’s eyes were sparkling.

“Look,” Angelica went on, “if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll take my clothes off, too. We’re all friends here, right? I’ll go first.”

It’s difficult to describe how thrilling it was being there with Simone, watching Angelica disrobe. She pulled off her slippers and sweatpants, revealing her impossibly Jong legs. Then she pulled her sweatshirt off over her head, and her small, braless breasts jiggled slightly, the nipples standing as the air-conditioned chill touched them. As she shimmied out of her panties, I was entranced by her dark, bushy pubic hair. She sat back down on the pillows cross-legged, and I nearly swooned when I saw the succulent pink lips of her gaping cunt bared before me. To my right I noticed Simone removing her clothing. In a matter of seconds, I was the only one dressed in the room.

I took everything off methodically, suddenly self-conscious, realizing that when I dropped my drawers, an erection in full bloom was going to be freed. This was so exciting and so terrifying that it was all I could do to compose myself. Finally, I was naked. My cock was pointing at the ceiling, a very visible drop of pre-come perched at its tip. I noticed Angelica drinking in the sight of it. Simone was quivering visibly.

“Okay, Woody and Simone,” Angelica instructed. “Now concentrate on your erection chasing her around the stage. But I want you to hold off. Use all that intensity and funnel it into the dialogue. Now, do the scene.”

I don’t know how we did it — I could barely trunk — but Simone and I did our scene. The lines were just tumbling from my mouth, as though I were making them up off the top of my head. As Angelica had suggested, we stood still, a few feet apart, not touching; my cock was twitching up and down with aching desire.

The scene took about five minutes, but it seemed like five hours. We finished, and I turned to look at Angelica, sweat oozing from every pore of my body. The sight of her almost knocked me over. She was gripping the nipple of her left breast with one hand and twisting it casually.

“That was hot,” she said. “If you can duplicate that with your clothes on, you ’II impress any coach in town. Go ahead and reward yourselves. Just let me watch.”

Simone smiled. “This has been so special,” she said. “We want you to join us.” With that, Simone lay down and leaned back against a pillow on the floor. I dropped to my knees, jerked my cock a few times and sank it home in Simone’s fiery vagina. Angelica slid next to our writhing bodies and lightly caressed us: my back and buttocks, then Simone’s breasts. I was slamming into Simone’s pussy with the strength of ten men, but not for long. As I watched Angelica lean down and kiss one of Simone’s rosy nipples, the sight aroused me so much that I shot more come than ever before.

I rolled off Simone and fell back in a daze; she quickly began rubbing her burning pussy, whimpering that she needed to come, and Angelica came to the rescue immediately. Sliding her lithe body alongside Simone’s, she reached between Simone’s legs, making her gasp. Watching this bewitching seductress making moves on my girlfriend’s pussy was so powerful a scene that my prick rebounded right away. As Angelica laid herself gently down on Simone and the two women embraced, I crawled behind Angelica and began kissing and stroking her legs. They were so firm, the muscles of her calves knots of rope from her years of dance training. I smooched my way up the backs of her thighs to her firm, round fanny, which I nibbled on passionately as she ground her pelvis into Simone’s clitoris.

The sounds the two women were making were intoxicating. Simone’s were high-pitched squeals and giggles, Angelica’s low and throaty moans. My cock was once again ready for loving, and I rose to my knees, straddling two sets of legs, and thrust my cock carefully into Angelica from the back. I fucked her with short, hard strokes that matched hers and looked down to see Simone’s eyes glistening up at me over Angelica’s shoulder. I realized as I watched my girlfriend’s face contort in rapture that this was the image we had conjured up in our fantasizing. “See, Simone,” I said softly, “sometimes dreams come true.” Simone began to laugh, but I felt Angelica’s hipbone do something extra special under me, and Simone’s laughter quickly changed to a sharp, piercing wail of ecstasy.

Oh, I’m coming. Oh God, you’re both so good!” Simone shouted. I began pumping into Angelica like a madman, and as she reached back to kiss me, I tasted some of Simone’s kiss on her lips.

Angelica urged me on. “I love your big cock. You’re quite some stud, lover. Look, you’re fucking two women at the same time!” With that I erupted, my semen filling her sopping vagina. She came as well, her moans a sweet chorus of lust.

Rest was much needed at this point. Angelica had an oversize bathtub, which we all piled into. We soaped and caressed each other’s body, and as I watched the ladies fingering each other, my cock began an extremely valiant revival.

“No wonder you love him so much, Simone,” Angelica said, smiling. “You just can’t keep him down.” I sat on the edge of the tub in ecstasy as the two of them began taking turns sucking my super-sensitive shaft. Each woman took a turn; she’d bob up and down a few times, and then they’d switch. I was losing my mind. Then Angelica began sucking my shaft while Simone lapped at my balls beneath. Finally, they administered the coup de grace: They tongued my cock, shaft, and head, simultaneously. My gaze was riveted to the magnificent sight, and before I knew it, I had shot my third load of the evening.

We got out of the tub, dried off and adjourned to Angelica’s bed, which accommodated three comfortably. As we lounged and talked, Angelica explained that she frequently participated in threesomes and had sensed that Simone and I were interested in her for more than her teaching ability. Then, since my poor cock had just about had it, I played spectator as Angelica and Simone maneuverer themselves into a sensual sixty-nine. They licked each other hungrily, and each came, bucking and trembling. Then they crawled up next to me, I wrapped an arm around each woman, and we drifted off into a very satisfying sleep.

I awakened to the smell of a delicious breakfast Angelica had prepared for us. Simone and I wolfed it down while still in our birthday suits. After the meal I told them that if they were willing and able, I was ready to continue the previous evening’s festivities. They looked at each other and laughed. Back to bed we went. At one point I arranged them each on all fours, side by side, and fucked them doggy style, switching pussies after a few strokes in each one. I ended up creaming all over Angelica’s svelte back.

Angelica continued to coach us on our scene, and inevitably our lesson would conclude with all of us naked and in heat. I’m glad to be able say that she helped us immensely; we got into the class. In fact, I have only her to thank for the fact that I recently got work in an off-Broadway production. And Simone has gone the SAG day-player route. Can stardom be far away? And we owe it all to the beautiful, sensitive, sensual Angelica.