Last year my girlfriend and I rented this small cottage in upstate New York while she took on some summer research with a nearby vet school.

We’ve been together four years now, and every time she takes her top off, I still go “Wow” inside. I guess you could call this a sign of a healthy relationship. What I didn’t expect, however, was that things were going to get even hotter.

While my lovely Julia is an accomplished animal scientist, I’m a chef, and I primarily work in catering for special events. This upstate university luckily had plenty of events going on that summer, so while Julia did her research thing, I was happy to stack my cash from cooking. The school gave me charge of a large white delivery van to move food from the kitchen site to whatever venue. Since it’s an agricultural campus with a lot of rolling, open terrain, vehicular transport is a must.

On Thursday afternoons, Julia finished early, so sometimes she’d hop in the van and keep me company while I dropped off party platters or whatever. One such afternoon, we headed down a rural route to a historic manor just off campus where some bigwig’s wife was hosting a fundraiser. Unfortunately, torrential rain that morning meant lots of mud and marshy patches. We had no sooner reached the longish gravel driveway leading up to the house when the van got stuck.

“Dammit,” I said, trying all the tricks in the book to free the van.

“Let me see how bad it is,” Julia offered. She got out of the van and headed around to the back. I lowered my driver’s window. After taking a look at the situation, Julia called out to me, “Honey? Maybe try just one more time and see — ”

Before she could finish, I hit the gas and then heard her yell, “Oh shit!”

I killed the van’s engine, hopped out, and went to my girlfriend, who was covered in mud spatter from a spinning tire. It was mostly on her clothes, with a bit on her chin.

“I didn’t have time to move out of the way,” she laughed.

“That’s what it looks like,” I teased.

Julia giggled. “You think they’ll let me help you unload the food wearing this?” 

“Of course. It’s all-natural couture. Hippies and rich people love it.”

She gave me a playful shove and pressed her tits against my chest, deliberately imprinting my white T-shirt with mud. One thing led to another, and Julia and I began having a dirty play fight. We were so busy laughing and kissing that we were oblivious to a car turning into the drive. I had my hands up Julia’s shirt, on her amazing breasts, when the car appeared and we were busted.

“Caught in the act,” Julia said, pushing me away.

The driveway was just broad enough for the car to be able to get around my van. But the white Mercedes coupe stopped before us. The driver, a gorgeous brunette dressed in an elegant suit, in her late forties, I guessed, lowered her window.

“Hello,” the woman said, smiling with perfect teeth, her lips glossy and plump. “Sorry I’m late. There’s no one else home, so you would been been waiting. Instead you had some fun. Looks like I need to get this part of the driveway worked on, huh?”

“Are you Sonya?” I said, somewhat moronically, because who else would it be?

I had discussed menu options with Sonya Randall, wife of the school’s associate dean. Her phone voice was sexy, though I had no idea she was this hot in person.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “Our rear tires got stuck and.…” I tried to find a rational explanation for our mud fight, but couldn’t.

A total MILF, Sonya raised her large, tortoiseshell sunglasses and smiled again. Her long-lashed green eyes were beautiful. “No problem,” she said. “Actually, it was refreshing to see two people making the best of a sticky situation.”

Julia laughed. “Yes, well, if you happen to have a roll of paper towels.”

“Oh, I’ll do better than that,” Sonya replied. “Just leave the van here and I’ll meet you at the house. You can get cleaned up, unload the food, and we can call a towing service. They should be able to get your van back onto the street.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said.

Sonya beamed another perfect smile. “Great. See you up at the house,” she said. With that, the dean’s wife gave a cute wave and motored around the van.

Since the vehicle’s interior was temperature-controlled for food deliveries, nothing would spoil, so Julia and I walked up the drive toward the white-columned house.

Sonya met us at the door with a roll of paper towels and a bin so we could get started on our muddy hands.

“Alex,” she said, her eyes flashing, “it’s great to finally put a face to the name.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, thanks for tolerating a somewhat dirty face.”

“Don’t worry about it! The younger me would have done the same thing. Actually, I still would.”

Leaving our shoes on squares of paper towel just outside the door, we padded behind Sonya deeper into the house. She pointed to a doorway on the left and said, “Alex, that’s the powder room. My two sons are out of the house now, but some of their shirts are still in a closet upstairs. Let’s head up and grab you a shirt. Then you can use the powder room to clean up and I’ll find something suitable for Julia to change into.” Sonya reached out and touched Julia’s arm as she spoke.

We headed upstairs and a minute later I was on my way back down to the powder room with a navy polo shirt that Sonya’s younger son once wore. At the time, I was too bird-brained to pick up on the subtle fireworks going on between Julia and Sonya. As I walked off, Sonya said to me, “Come find us when you’re done.”

I turned around and said, “Great. I’ll see you soon.” Then I stood there a moment watching these two pretty women walk down a carpeted hall. I heard Sonya said to my girlfriend, “You’ve got a lovely figure. Let’s find you something pretty.”

Down in the powder room, I washed up and put on the polo shirt. Then I started up-stairs. I heard faint giggling from one of the second-floor rooms. When I reached the room, its door was slightly open and I could see into a sun-filled bedroom with an adjoining bathroom whose door was wide open. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw in that bathroom! It had one of those old-fashioned claw-foot tub and Julia, fully nude, was getting a soapy sponge bath from hospitable Sonya.

As I stood watching from the doorway, Sonya caressed Julia’s breasts and sucked her nipples, moving the loofah lower and lower down her torso. Julia closed her eyes and moaned, her knees dipping, when Sonya’s fingers reached her pussy.

At this point I decided to make myself known. I entered the bedroom and started for the bathroom. 

Both women turned and waved to me.

“Hi honey,” Julia said with a giggle.

“We didn’t think you would mind — at least, I hope you don’t,” Sonya added.

My cock began to throb as I watched Sonya stroke Julia’s pussy some more and plant a kiss on her flat belly.

Gasping in pleasure, Julia looked at me. “You don’t mind, baby, do you?”

I shook my head. “Of course not!”

Up until that point, I had always suspected that maybe my girlfriend had been down-playing her interest in other women. She mentioned a few sorority memories from her undergrad years, but would always demur when I’d ask if she’d ever done more than kiss another girl. I never wanted to freak Julia out by talking about my threesome fantasies, because truly she is enough for me. But hot damn, this chance to share Julia with another beautiful woman was too good to pass up.

“Do you want to join us, or just watch?” Sonya asked.

“Both,” I said. “Anything.”

Julia giggled and stepped out of the tub. She and Sonya kissed, and then Sonya led us both into the bedroom where a lavish four-poster bed awaited.

Wanting to savor every second, I held back while Julia helped Sonya get undressed — her body, as I suspected, was incredible — and then the women got in bed and kissed some more, passionately. Seeing Julia get so turned on by another woman was hot. And for this other woman to be Sonya, the ultimate MILF fantasy in my book, made things triply exciting. Sonya’s slim, long-legged body came with an enhanced set of D-cup breasts — stunning in and of themselves — and a neatly trimmed landing strip. To my eyes, Sonya could have easily passed for a glam centerfold.

I watched as she got on top of my girlfriend and played with her tits. Then she turned around and looked at me. “Do you mind if I eat your girlfriend’s pussy?”

“Not at all,” I muttered.

Sonya smirked. “Thank you. But maybe you should make yourself useful and eat me out, too. How does that sound, Alex?”

I stripped off my clothes and got behind naked Sonya. The three of us kissed each other before the oral sex ensued. I had Sonya sitting on my face, so I really couldn’t see my girlfriend, but I could hear her moans of pleasure. By now I was rock hard, ready for wherever this was going to go.

We had Julia get on all fours, with Sonya stretched beneath her, mouth at Julia’s crotch. I took up a position behind my girlfriend. Together, Sonya and I went to work, tonguing every inch of Julia’s pussy and ass until she collapsed in orgasm.

As Julia lay there trying to catch her breath, Sonya kissed her neck, then purred, “You have a good man right there. I think we should reward him.”

“I think so too,” Julia said, grabbing my cock.

What happened next was like a dream, with both women sucking my cock. They took turns, deep-throating me like it was a contest. Licking my shaft. Stroking my balls. I don’t know how I managed to last, but I was trying my best to prolong this bliss. The MILF in our trio sensed I was barely holding on and nudged the younger woman beside her. “I think it’s time one of us got to fuck him,” Sonya said.

“I think he should have you first,” Julia responded, and kissed Sonja again.

Sonya presented her ass — she wanted it doggie-style — and so I entered her from behind. Her pussy lips enveloped my cock with every thrust. While I fucked Sonya, this brunette goddess ate my girlfriend again — and I had a view of it all. The combination of fucking this hot MILF while her tongue danced across my girlfriend’s most intimate folds pushed me over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. But just before I exploded, with a roar, Sonya correctly sensed the moment and pulled her amazing ass away, turning to me so she and Julia could share my load.

Collapsing onto the bed, I caught my breath while the women started to play together again. Julia and I didn’t have anywhere to rush off to, and the van was stuck anyway. We’d unload the food whenever all this fun ended. I learned there’s nothing like getting dirty — and clean — and dirty again, when the company is right.