New Intern Books Appointment for three-way delights

Julie, Ted’s new intern, was adorable — short and slim, with a sleek cap of auburn hair and thick hipster glasses. The moment I met her I wanted her in our bed.

“I’ll tell Ted you’re here,” she said to me as I waited to pick him up for our lunch date.

“Do you live around here?” I asked when she returned.

“I do now. I recently moved from upstate.”

Excitement flared in me. “Making friends okay?”

She shrugged, and I pictured small, perfect uptilted breasts beneath her plaid sweater. I pictured my mouth on them.

“Mostly at work. Haven’t had much time outside the office to meet people. But there’s time for that,” she said, giving me a bright smile. “I’ve only been here a few weeks.”

Ted entered, pocketing his cell phone and giving me a big smile.

“Ready for lunch, beautiful?” I nodded and shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Julie. I hope to see you again soon.” Then I turned to Ted and grinned. “I’m ready.”

He had a look on his face that said he was reading my mind. When we got to the car, my suspicions were confirmed.

“You want to fuck her,” he said.

“I want us to fuck her,” I corrected. He chuckled. “You sure? I work with her.”

“Unless you plan to have some fun without me that doesn’t matter to me at all.”

“Never without you, babe,” he said, patting my thigh. “Always with you. Only with you.”

I nodded. “Good. We can discuss the finer points over lunch. It’ll be fun.”

When we arrived at the restaurant, we did exactly that. We plotted — carefully and gleefully — our seduction of Julie.

At our invitation, she came over that Friday night for a welcome-totown dinner. Ted had grilled steaks outside despite the cold, and I’d prepared a crisp salad, warm rolls and a cheesecake. The food looked great, but I was too keyed up to eat.

“Glad you could come,” I said, hugging her.

She smelled like summer. Honeysuckle or lilacs. Something deliciously sweet.

“I’m glad you asked me. Like I’d said, not much time to meet people outside of work.”

I noticed she wore a very short red dress. The hemline hit only a few inches below her pert ass. The dark black tights and boots helped keep the outfit somewhat demure, though.

Ted was rummaging for glasses to pour drinks, and I sat close to her on the large sofa. She leaned in and said, “I think I know why I’m here.”

“Why’s that?” She shrugged as Ted exclaimed with victory and took the glasses to the sidebar to pour wine.

“I’ve seen a difference in Ted with me since you visited the office. And I think you’re worried about me and him. That something might happen between us…”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“What?” she asked, smiling tentatively.

“The exact opposite of what you speculated,” I said, patting her leg. I let my hand linger there, saw her look pointedly at it.

“Meaning?”

“I was hoping something might happen. But not only between you and Ted, between the three of us.” I let my words hang there. Let her absorb them. But I didn’t move my hand. Finally, I added, “Now it’s out there, and if you’re not interested, we’ll have a nice dinner, chat and you can be on your way.”

She was still staring at my hand, considering my words, I guess. Finally, she put her small hand over mine. I expected her to push me away. Instead, she slid my hand higher so that my fingers brushed the upper edge of her thigh. My fingers pointed directly to her groin.

“I’m okay with that,” she said.

“I see we’ve been chatting,” Ted said, passing out drinks.

I smiled at him. “I figured it best to be honest.”

She looked up at him, and I had a mental flash of her on her knees sucking his cock. A wonderful shiver coursed through me.

“And it won’t change anything at work?” she asked him.

“Not a thing,” Ted said. “I’m an expert compartmentalizer.”

She nodded. When she stood, I figured we’d eat. Surprising me, she tugged her dress over her head and asked, “Where’s the bedroom?” Ted cocked an eyebrow at me, and I couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

“Follow me,” I said, and led her upstairs.

By the time Ted caught up with us in the bedroom, Julie was down to her panties. His cock tented his jeans, and I felt like a river was flooding between my legs. I was so wet my upper thighs were damp.

“Nothing like getting right to it,” I said.

“It’s how I am,” she said with a small smile. I’d been right about those breasts. They were perfect and perky, and I touched them gently until her pale pink nipples puckered up tight. Then I pinched each until a low moan escaped her.

Ted had shucked his jeans and sweater. His cock stood out, hard and flushed. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.

My cunt flexed wetly at how my mental image had sprung to life. He held her head and thrust into her mouth deeply. She left smears of bright pink lipstick along his shaft.

I moved behind her and pushed my fingers into her pussy. Her lips were wet, her clit swollen, and my fingers slipped inside her cunt with ease. I fucked her that way, watching her suck my husband off until her passage grew incredibly tight around my fingers.

“On the bed,” I said in her ear. “I want to taste you.”

She obeyed immediately, spreading herself out on our navy-blue comforter, her legs wide. Ted hovered over her, balancing himself, and resumed fucking her mouth. I licked her impudent little clit, pushing my fingers back into her depths. I took my time outlining her labia with the tip of my tongue, making her wait, until she writhed, then I returned to her clit. I gave it hard swipes, soft laps, little flicks. And then she was coming, her juices running along my chin and fingers.

“Now you lie back,” she said, smiling up at me.

My husband had moved to the side, and I sprawled on the bed, feeling every beat of my heart between my legs. She moved over me, planting her elbows on either side of my hips. Lowering her head, she licked me once, and I bucked. Her tongue was hot and wet and perfect.

Ted moved behind her, pushing his fingers inside her before positioning himself to enter her with his cock. I could see him clearly in our full-length mirror. I kept my eyes glued to our reflection as he rocked into her, and his movement pushed her against me. Every time he thrust his hips, he drove her mouth fully against my pussy. Her tongue was a whirling dervish on my tender clit, her upper teeth gently scraping my pubis and sparking enough sweet pain to push my pleasure higher. Ted was moving faster; his eyes had that faraway, pre-orgasmic look.

He smacked her ass once, twice, and she gave a little cry against my pussy, adding vibration to the mix of stimulation. Her fingers pushed inside me, fucking me slowly, wetly. I could hear every withdrawal and every reentry. I clutched the bedsheets, focusing on her red cap of silky hair as she ate me.

“Fuck,” Ted hissed. He’d come at any moment, I could tell.

I raised my hips, driving myself against her teeth and her tongue.

She went at me with vigor, pushing her fingers deeper, moving them so that every secret place inside me came to life.

“Fuck,” Ted said again, his tempo increasing.

She nipped me, a tiny bite of her sharp white teeth, and I came, holding her head in my hands, keeping her pressed against me. My sounds set off Ted, and he bellowed when he climaxed. She only gave a soft cry against my skin as she joined us.

The excitement and arousal in the room was a palpable thing.

“Now,” she said. “I would like that glass of wine. And I’m starving.”

Then she dropped face-first to the bed as if boneless. I laughed, tracing her pale skin with my fingertips — up the back of her thigh, over the swell of her asscheek, the delicate knobs of her spine. She hummed with pleasure.

“I think we can feed you,” I said.

“After all, a girl needs her energy.”

She turned her face to me, her big brown eyes merry with amusement.

“I know I will. Because I think if you’re interested, I’d like some more of that for dessert. I’ve just moved here. Haven’t gotten to know anyone yet.”

Then she winked.