My buddy Dan’s card game was made up of a diverse set of players, including two women. And, frankly, during the table talk, the gals were being as candid and smug about their sexual conquests as the men.

The get-together had a slack, frolicsome feel to it, and I was glad Dan had invited me to play. The bets were set low, so no one was there to get rich. The camaraderie was infectious. Already I’d heard a few eye-popping tales as the cards were casually shuffled and dealt and we played hand after hand.

The stories were slowly working their way around the table. I was being saved for last. Dan had clued me in ahead of time that I would be asked to contribute a tale or two. But I hadn’t realized how serious the storytelling was. I was going to have to come up with something very erotic and crowd-pleasing, if I was going to keep up with the others.

Of course, I could do what most braggers of sexual feats do: lie my ass off. But fortunately, there was no need.

We were at Dan’s place up in the hills. He had a great view through his bay window, but I was blind to it. Ostensibly, I was concentrating on the game. But really I was furtively studying the other players.

There was Jorge, on my left. He’d opened with a lovely, lurid tale of getting stranded at a rundown motel in the middle of a downpour. He’d been in a band, and wires had gotten crossed and he’d been left behind after a gig. He described the woman working the motel desk as a ravishing specimen he’d barely noticed at first.

It was only when he was in his shabby room trying to get a signal on his cell that her beauty caught up to him. He phoned the office, telling the woman he didn’t have any hot water, thinking he’d make a Hail Mary pass at her when she arrived.

There was a knock on his door. He opened it, and there she stood, naked but for a pair of sandals, beads of rainwater glistening all over her bare, perfect form, a wrench in her hand — just for show. She smiled sensually, and he stepped back so she could enter.

Or Holly, next to Jorge. She’d skillfully unspooled an account of the time she’d lured a pair of college-age guys into a bathroom compartment on a train. She vividly described the sensual rocking motion of the coach as it clicked along the rails. The quarters had been wonderfully cramped, forcing all parties concerned to get very close. She got down to the nitty-gritty, where she stood between the two, gripping an overhead bar, while one buck fucked her pussy and the other her ass.

And so on and so on. Their stories were a smorgasbord of carnal narratives, each course served up with gusto. There were no blushes or demure smiles. Nobody giggled nervously. Every tale was met with appreciation, and every one had a kind of over-the-top pornographic verve to it — as if these were situations that could happen to anyone if only the erotic fates were smiling down beneficently.

Still, I had the nagging suspicion that no one was bullshitting. I had believed Niles when he said he’d screwed a woman in a sand trap, who he’d met earlier on the golf course. When Yancy spoke of his amorous experience skin-diving among the coral, it rang true for me. Same for Lizzy, whose fantastic chronicle of a night in Paris had almost made me swoon.

Did I have anything that was in the same league as those stories? Well, I was certainly a well-rounded sexual being, with a healthy history of escapades and relationships. Dan must have figured I could contribute something to the group or he wouldn’t have invited me.

The cards were dealt. The person on my right, Gregor, was just finishing up. Everyone cheered the — literal — climax of his tale. Then attention slowly shifted to me. I felt all those eyes — and the expectations behind them.

The bet had been made and called for that particular hand. It was time to show our cards, and I grinned excitedly. Not only did I have a great hand, it had touched off the ideal memory to share with this bunch.

I laid down three queens. Three ladies. Three of a kind.

And I said, “So, let me tell you about this one incredible experience I had … ”

I had worked for a time in entertainment, in the casting division for a busy studio.

I was hardly in an important position. I wasn’t an exec, just a glorified gofer. My days were spent running around with a tablet, calling names and keeping everybody organized.

One of our directors had this thing where he liked to cast at least one unknown in his films, to inject new blood into the production, he claimed. That usually meant cattle calls, which were open auditions. And those brought every — and I mean every — wannabe and poseur in Los Angeles, all thinking this was their shot at fame and fortune.

The movies are a cruel business, but I never wanted to add to its ruthless nature. I had a soft touch with people. I knew how to look a nervous actor in the eye, how to pat someone’s shoulder so they wouldn’t freak out mid-audition. The vast majority of the folks who showed up would never get anywhere, but I wanted them to have as good an experience as possible while they were playing out their dreams.

On that particular project, the director had called for a very specific physical type. So on cattle call day, the studio was overrun by ripe youngish blondes with gym-perfect bodies. Some, my discerning eye told me, had gotten dye jobs just for the occasion. Others were too old for the part in question and had tried to conceal the fact beneath layers of thick makeup.

A great air of anxious expectancy hung in the air. I and the other assistants placed the women into groups, assigned them numbers and made sure all the names checked out. It was an organizational ordeal.

The audition scene had been handed out ahead of time. Throughout the giant soundstage was a babble of voices all reciting the same lines. Virtually every one of these hopeful women was trying to get in a little last-minute practice.

Like I said, I’ve got a discerning eye. I could tell which ones stood a chance in hell and which were fooling themselves. I treated everybody with the same courtesy, but I was secretly scouting the gems among the amateurs.

Out of the dozens of women on hand, I zeroed in on three who had both the right physical look and exhibited a natural spark of talent.

As I made my rounds in the chaos, I would lean in to each one and whisper something insightful about the character. I knew what the director was after. So I would say, “Be strong, but with an underlying vulnerability,” or “She’s assertive but not mean.”

The three women expressed their appreciation. I wasn’t trying to gain anything for myself, just giving these genuine talents a little help.

Anyway, it was a long, grueling day, but it finally ended. I went out to my favorite diner/bar to decompress. I sat down with a beer and sandwich, pleased with the clandestine influence I might have exerted that day. Maybe one of “my” three would get cast.

Just as I was finishing up, somebody tapped my shoulder. I turned, and I was surprised to find it was one of the three. And behind her was the second of the trio. And behind her …

All three women, all grinning at me in the crowded joint. Three blonde-haired beauties, alike enough that I thought I might be seeing triple.

“I’m Ginny,” said the one who’d tapped my shoulder. “That’s Roxanne and Simone. We went to the casting call together and were comparing notes afterward.”

I struggled to gain my voice but managed to ask, “Uh, how did the auditions go?”

“Great,” said Roxanne.

“Thanks to you,” finished Simone. Those three radiant smiles still shone. I could almost feel the heat coming off them. I asked if they cared to join me. Little tickles of impossible fantasy were already teasing my brain and body. It was fun to imagine the possibilities.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Ginny said. “I live closest.”

Dazed, I agreed. I had thought I would be leaving just with Ginny, but Roxanne and Simone came along, everybody laughing and in high spirits.

Ginny had a modest L.A. apartment. The women poured wine, and I helped toast their “success,” even though nobody would know for some time if they had won the part. They gabbed happily. I learned they’d all come from different parts of the country, seeking the same Hollywood dream. They had known one another for several months.

I was on the couch, with Roxanne and Simone on either side of me. Ginny sat across from us. After a time, I realized the women next to me had both edged closer. Thighs touched thighs. They casually brushed my arms. It felt like the room was getting hotter.

It was exciting, but the math just didn’t work for my brain. I tried to rise as I said, “I should leave you to your celebration.”

Ginny leaned forward, pressing her hands on my shoulders to keep me seated.

“Lucas, do you really want to go before we properly thank you?” she asked.

Roxanne and Simone were now stroking my hair and cheeks. I still couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Stupidly I asked, “Why would you … ?”

But I couldn’t even manage to finish the sentence.

Ginny said, “Because you helped us without asking for anything in return. We’ve all dealt with a lot lying sleazes in this town. It’s nice to meet a decent man. A sexy one, too.”

That seemed to be a sentiment shared by all three. Now their hands were moving over my clothes and my body. Simone unbuttoned my shirt. Roxanne slid her palm over my crotch and rubbed the mighty bulge there.

Ginny stood and unselfconsciously stripped. Her body was stunning with firm, high tits. Someone opened my fly, and a hand groped inside my pants, finding and stroking my straining cock.

Simone and Roxanne helped me to my feet. I left behind my clothing and followed naked Ginny to her bedroom. Her two friends, quickly undressing, followed closely behind us.

By some great fortune, Ginny had a big bed. My cock was pulsing crazily. I wanted to get my hands on Ginny’s rack, but the other two closed in on either side and drew me down onto the broad mattress. Their bare bodies undulated against mine as their hands continued to roam.

Roxanne’s mouth fell hungrily on mine, and our tongues tangled immediately. Simone nibbled on my shoulder. Her hand was between my legs, playing with my nutsac. Pleasure swelled inside me. No doubt my come was already simmering.

I reached out and squeezed a full luscious tit. Simone’s nipple sprang fiercely erect as she gasped. Still frenching with Roxanne, I slipped my other hand between her silken thighs and traced her wet slit. She wriggled pleasurably against me.

I delved deeper into Roxanne’s waiting wetness, and her pussy clenched around my two fingers. I coaxed the swollen bud of her clit with my thumb. Meanwhile, Simone was kissing her way down my body. I was trapped on my back, but it was a nice position to be trapped in — especially when Ginny finally joined us on the bed.

She stood above me, and I gazed up in rapture at the gleaming stripe of her pussy, even as I continued to finger-fuck Roxanne. Simone’s southward journey at last arrived at my cock. Her hot breath on my dick sent shivers of fearsome desire through me.

Her mouth closed over me, and I released an appreciative groan. Her tongue swirled my knob, the tip flicking in and out of my slit. Then the sweet circle of her lips descended. She kept up a lovely suction, and her tongue didn’t rest for a second. She bobbed up and down on me, sucking me to my balls every time.

I seemed to be suddenly soaring up toward Ginny. But I realized in my growing delirium that it was only Ginny squatting over my face. I put out my tongue, eagerly anticipating her taste.

She curtseyed right on my open mouth, and I shot my tongue up inside her. Her beautiful feminine tang filled my mouth, seemingly consuming all my senses. I licked hungrily, determined to zero in on her clit.

At that moment, Roxanne gasped and clutched me tightly. Her pussy clasped my intruding fingers, and I felt her juices spill over them. Simone kept up an expert sucking rhythm. She wasn’t trying to push me over the edge; she was just keeping me interested.

And I can assure you: I was plenty fucking interested!

Ginny ground down on my face. I cupped her lush ass in both hands and continued eating her. Her nubby clit was swollen and sensitive. I bathed it with my tongue, then stroked it harder and harder. A cry built in her throat, rising through several octaves.

When she came, her sauce poured into my mouth. I swallowed everything, savoring the intense intimate flavor. Eventually she rolled off me, and I gasped happily for air.

While I did, Simone abandoned her blowjob efforts and leapt nimbly up onto me. She stradded my body, fitting my spit-wet cockhead into her streaming pussy. Before I could even lift my head to watch, she’d slammed herself down onto me, taking every inch and fully impaling herself.

Bliss overwhelmed me. As Simone started riding me vigorously, I answered her movements with upward thrusts. Her tits bounced, and her blonde tresses flew. I was surrounded by honey-colored hair. It was everywhere in the room. As were the flashing glimpses of hot naked female flesh, the physiques so perfect and similar. That delirium came back on me, spinning my head and blurring my vision. I was with multiple women, but it was also like they were one. It was a weird, mysterious and absolutely awesome sensation.

Ginny lay down beside me and proceeded to lick all of her juices off my chin and mouth. Then we were kissing deeply as Simone flew into an orgasmic fit. She bounced wildly on my bone and shouted out as her pussy muscles tightened around me.

She’d gone over the edge too quickly to take me with her. I was glad she hadn’t when, as soon as she’d climbed off me, Roxanne took her place.

Through a haze of erotic joy, I watched the second woman lower herself onto my pole. Roxanne was kneading her right tit as she sank onto me. I reached up to fondle her other breast. My cock disappeared up inside her, a magic trick that never ever gets old.

She planted her feet, I set my hips, and she plunged down on me as I met her with a rising thrust. She took up a steady driving tempo, like someone who knew where she wanted to go and how she wanted to get there.

I jammed my cock up into her, loving the squeeze of her slick interior. Ginny stayed grinning beside me, watching with blazing eyes as her friend rocked up and down on my shaft. I wondered distantly if the three of them had done this before. Really, I didn’t care if they did it every week. I was just glad to have my turn. This was like a pornographic dream come true.

This time, I deliberately held back. I just stayed within the moment and enjoyed the sensations without giving in to my waiting climax. I’d fucked two of these women, but I wanted to shoot my load inside Ginny. She was the first one I’d approached that day with secret advice. And even though the three looked very much alike, I thought her the prettiest — which was saying something, considering the hot blonde currently riding my cock and the one who’d just had her go. Both women were exquisite. I relished the moment when Roxanne tossed back her head, howled her joy and came while riding me in a frenzy.

I was panting as Roxanne climbed off me, and I turned to Ginny. I was still flat on my back, hadn’t moved the whole time, and was content to have her take her turn. Would she want to?

Yes. Still sporting her feral grin, Ginny swung up onto me, taking my slick cock in her hand and fitting it to herself. She dropped onto me, eyes locked with mine the entire time. Her knees dug into my sides, and she planted her hands on my heaving chest.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” she growled.

And so she did. Simone had been frenzied. Roxanne had been methodical. Ginny was … incredible. Her every movement brimmed with jungle-cat sensuality. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and there was no doubt how much she was enjoying riding my cock. Pleasure seemed to radiate from her every pore, making her glisten.

Her hands pressed down in the center of my chest. I thrust up into her. I should have been tired from the motion, but as her pace increased, so did mine. With renewed energy, I fucked upward. She pounded down on me mercilessly.

We were locked together. I felt her every muscular movement, every gasping breath. I even fed off her sexual energy, adding it to my own seething pleasure. The ecstasy was becoming too much, threatening to engulf me.

Suddenly she writhed, her nails digging into me. I didn’t mind it at all. As I felt her convulsing into climax, I could finally let go. I unloaded spurt after spurt up into her. The intensity of sensation was overwhelming. I literally almost blacked out.

When I came back to my senses, a worry nagged at me. Could I go again and satisfy all three women for a second round? Maybe they could help out.

I didn’t even complete the thought. While I was in a post-orgasmic stupor, the lovely blonde trio had fallen into a grappling, groping pile. I couldn’t tell one from the other as they licked and sucked and kissed and fingered one another. I was sure I’d be welcomed into the proceedings when I was ready, but the pressure to perform wouldn’t all be on me. What a relief.

At some point, as I told my tale to my companions, the cards had stopped being dealt. The faces around the table gaped at me. I gave them a slow smug smile. That night, it seemed, three of a kind could beat anything.