Joyce walked into the café, and I waved her over. Mitch wanted this woman to join us for a threesome, or maybe I was the one having a threesome with the two of them. I’d been seeing Mitch for a while, but we weren’t exclusive.

I flashed a friendly smile at Joyce as she sat down. She looked a little wary, so I tried to put her at ease by ordering a tea for her.

“So, this is weird, right?” she said.

“It doesn’t have to be,” I told her.

Joyce was quite attractive. It was easy to see what Mitch — or any straight man — would see in her.

“This is just my first impression,” Joyce said. “But, um, you don’t seem like the jealous type.”

“I’m not. At all. I find jealousy exhausting, and it just makes a person look foolish. Besides, you do know Mitch and I aren’t seeing each other exclusively. Let’s be upfront about that.”

She relaxed some and said, “That’s our arrangement, too. Wow, this is refreshing. You and I can actually talk about this.”

When Mitch had floated the possibility of a threesome, he’d shown me a picture of this woman that was stored on his phone. What he didn’t know was that I recognized her from a business in the neighborhood. He’d also told me her name, and social media being what it was I contacted her and arranged our get-together at the café.

We chatted awhile, just get-to-know-you stuff. Immediately, I could tell she was smart and funny. As we talked, I found myself becoming more and more turned on by her. I imagined her naked and pictured her in my arms. Her lips looked deliciously kissable.

I finally asked, “How did Mitch spring this idea on you?”

“He showed me a photo of you on his phone,” Joyce said with a wry smile. “He asked if I thought you were hot. Then he said wouldn’t it be fun if all three of us got together in bed.”

“That’s just about word for word how he put it to me,” I replied, chuckling softly.

She stirred her tea for a moment and looked away, then quietly asked, “What’d you say?”

“To the idea of a threesome?”

“To his question...did I look hot?” She was blushing by that point, but she looked me in the eye.

Arousal flared through me. My voice was a little hoarse as I answered, “I said you were super-hot. Then I asked him how you were in bed. He said fantastic. And now, I’m sitting across from you and thinking I’d like to find out for myself.” I bit my lip. I wondered if that was too much too soon.

“I want to find out, too,” she admitted.

We were like reflecting mirrors of aroused femininity, and I felt an electrical charge building between us.

“You’ve been with a woman before?” I asked.

Joyce rolled her eyes, which made her look adorable, and told me, “Jeez, what do you think I am? Some kind of square?” She eyed me again. “How about you?”

“From what Mitch’s told me of his dating history, I’ve probably fucked more women than he has. I didn’t tell him that, though.”

“Hey, I haven’t told him about any of my bi experiences.” She looked thoughtful.

I picked up the thread and said, “So, our darling Mitch, without even knowing our predilections, is just assuming if he gets us into bed we’ll...”

She finished, “Put on a lezzie show for him, in between him plowing our pussies, that is.”

An idea came to me all of a sudden. A fun, wicked idea. I said, “I like Mitch. I really do. But maybe, just maybe, if we do this we should screw with him a little. I think he deserves a jolt. What do you say?”

Joyce leaned forward and asked conspiratorially, “What do you have in mind?”

It was only after I’d laid out my plan — and Joyce had enthusiastically agreed to my proposal — that we noticed an older woman at a nearby table who’d apparently overheard everything. She raised her coffee to us in salute and said, “Go get him, girls.”

We returned her friendly toast.

It was of course very tempting for us to go hopping into bed together ahead of Mitch’s proposed three-way romp. By that point, I was longing for a taste of Joyce’s pussy, and she made passing mention of wanting to tongue-fuck me into absolute ecstasy. But in the end, we decided to preserve the pretense of what our mischievous plan required. I saw Mitch two nights later and told him, with my best wide-eyed innocence, that a threesome sounded like fun — even if I was kind of nervous about it.

“Hey, it’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Joyce said last night she’s up for it. And if it makes you feel any better, she’s a bit anxious, too.” To his credit, Mitch added, “If anybody doesn’t like what’s happening at any point, we can just stop it. OK?”

That last bit almost made me want to cancel our prank. But I could also see the fantasies flashing behind his eyes, lighting up his brain. He wanted the true ménage à trois experience with his two female playmates going at each other as well as him.

When the big night came around, we met up at Mitch’s place. Joyce and I arranged to arrive at the exact same time, so Mitch found us on his doorstep, eyeing one another. I had practiced my shy look all day, and Joyce coyly batted her eyelashes at me.

“Why,” she said with a dramatic fanning gesture, “I didn’t realize she was so darling!”

“And what a sweet thing you are!” I retorted.

Soon we were inside the familiar confines of Mitch’s home. He was licking his lips and fidgeting like crazy. He was sporting an anticipatory bulge in his jeans. His voice shook as he suggested we go to the bedroom.

Demurely, Joyce and I agreed. Mitch eagerly hurried ahead, and we traded nearly silent giggles as we followed behind him.

In the bedroom, he stood there and looked as if he didn’t know what to do. Joyce proposed, “Why don’t you take your clothes off?”

He fumbled comically doing so. But my amusement turned to lust when I saw him naked. Mitch had a firm, handsome body. His cock jutted out, appearing as hard as railroad spike. He eyed the two of us, still fully dressed.

“Are, uh, you girls going to get naked, too?” he asked.

We made a production out of it, turning bashfully from each other as we bared ourselves. Mitch’s eyes flashed back and forth between us until we both stood there nude. He put out his hands, first to Joyce, then to me. After a moment, we stepped toward him and pressed ourselves on either side of him.

My excitement was rising. It wasn’t just Mitch’s naked presence; it was Joyce’s, too. She was every bit as enticing as I’d hoped. I struggled not to ogle her outright. I could tell she was engaged in the same internal battle with respect to me.

Mitch turned in my direction, and I felt the heat coming off him. He leaned in and kissed me. His smooch began with a long, soft touch of lips, then a gentle swirl of his tongue, which I met with my own. Then he kissed Joyce.

After they parted, he was probably waiting for us to lean across him and kiss as well. I desperately wanted to do it, to feel her lush lips on mine. I wanted my tongue to dance with hers. But we were still committed to our shy act.

“Let’s get on the bed,” Mitch said with a small quiver in his voice.

He reclined on his back, and we lay down on either side of him. We kissed some more, and his active tongue clued us in to his excitement. His passion must’ve been boiling inside him. By mutual unspoken agreement, Joyce and I reached for his rod at the same time.

When our hands met on his cock, we each gave a faux startled gasp, then we looked at each other across Mitch’s body. Smiles slowly spread across our faces. We held his twitching cock together, and together we began to pump him.

A low moan rose from Mitch. It was fun, watching the erotic joy lighting up his handsome face. I pushed my breasts against his body, and Joyce’s nipples were stiff with desire. He reached out to either side of himself and grazed our pussies with his fingers. Joyce sighed with pleasure, and I did the same.

Mitch hooked a finger into each of us, slipping past our slick pussy lips. We jerked his stiff shaft harder. His dick felt warmer than I ever remembered it being, and my mouth watered at the thought of feeling him on my tongue. Joyce was gyrating her hips, clearly enjoying Mitch’s fingering. Pleasure was flooding me, too.

It was time to kick things up a notch. Joyce was gazing rapturously at Mitch’s cock, her tongue tip poking out from between her lips. It was a damn sexy expression. I must’ve worn a similar look. Suddenly, we both made a mewling sound and moved down the bed as if we were both overcome by the urgent need to suck his cock.

Mitch lifted his head to watch us, and his eyes were glassy with lust. He was practically panting. Joyce and I both lunged for his cockhead at the same time. Once again we stopped short, like we were surprised. Our mouths hovered over Mitch’s knob, which must have been sweet torture for him.

Then Joyce and I put out our tongues and licked either side of his crown. We were cautious not to let our tongues touch. I again got to feel the heat of him, which made me shiver. Lust was burning in Joyce’s eyes.

We moved onto his shaft, doing him harmonica-style and still not letting our tongues touch. We worked him slowly up and down, our parted lips sliding along his hard staff. We worked our way back up to his cockhead again, and this time — as though by accident — our tongues touched.

Jumping back, we both exclaimed, “Oh!”

Mitch groaned. He’d surely been waiting for us to at least kiss.

Joyce, her voice once again husky with desire, said to me, “I wish you had a cock. I’d suck on it!”

“But I’m a girl,” I half-whined. Then I quickly added, “Wait, I’ve got an idea!”

I sat up and hauled bewildered Mitch to the foot of the bed. I had him sit there, with his feet on the floor. I climbed onto his lap, facing away from him. I settled the wet lips of my pussy atop the base of his cock. Looking down, his shaft almost looked like it was attached to me.

“Now,” I said to Joyce, “you can suck my cock!”

She scrambled onto the floor, kneeling between both Mitch’s spread legs and mine, which lay on top of his. There was a wild look on her face. We were doing this partly for Mitch’s entertainment, but the scenario brought a hot blooming arousal to me as well.

Joyce wrapped her lips around his knob, and with a bold lunge, she dropped her mouth all the way onto him until her nose brushed my pussy lips. I was still looking down on the sight, and crazily enough, it really did seem like she was blowing me.

Mitch’s hands closed over my breasts, squeezing my cans. As his thumbs flicked my nipples, he peeked around me to watch Joyce sucking him. Her head bobbed up and down. Her lips stayed sealed around his erection. She was obviously an expert cocksucker.

I ground down on the base of his rod, and pleasure tingled through me. Mitch, with his muscular body quivering, held me tight. He was thrusting into Joyce’s mouth, and she was in overdrive, blowing him energetically. Mitch seemed to be swiftly approaching the brink.

She plunged her mouth down a half dozen more times, then pulled off his cock and looked at me as she cried out, “Come on my face!”

Our fantasy scenario must have turned on Mitch something fierce. He let loose a geyser of jizz. His milky spurts striped Joyce’s face, crossing her cheeks and her chin and spattering her extended tongue.

Joyce sat back on her haunches, excitement beaming off her come-coated countenance. I threw myself onto her. She took me in her arms, and we fell together onto the carpeted floor. My lips mashed against hers. Her tongue — splattered with salty spunk — thrust against mine. I pressed my body onto hers.

Hungrily, I lapped up the stray cream still on her face. She whispered hotly, “Yeah, lick your come off me!”

I did so with gusto. Still somehow managing to play coy, Joyce asked, “Can I touch you...here?” When I nodded frantically, she clutched my tit. She tweaked my nipples hard, and I cried out.

“Can I touch you here?” I countered, and a second later, I was jamming two fingers into her pussy. She bucked underneath me. I worked her swollen clit with my thumb as I finger-banged her. She grabbed a handful of my ass, her digits sinking into my plush butt cheek. She reached further and shoved some fingers into my pussy from behind.

We were no longer playing “lesbian virgins.” Excitement had overwhelmed us, and instead, we fingered each other like crazy. We kissed passionately and ground our bodies together. I was on fire for this woman.

Our mutual climax was a wonder. Bliss jumped between us. What I felt, she felt, and it was all orgasmically fantastic.

Afterward, she rolled off me, and we languidly licked our own fingers clean. I got a lovely taste of her, which mixed on my palate with the jizz I’d licked from her face.

Mitch’s groan, which was filled with longing, made us both look. I’d actually halfway forgotten about him. But there he was, still sitting on the foot of the bed, his features frozen with shock and wonder. He’d clearly been watching us, seeing his heartfelt fantasies enacted before his very eyes.

His rejuvenated cock stood up once more.

Joyce and I went to him on our hands and knees. We traded off sucking his cock for a little bit, then we got onto the bed and dragged him with us. I realized we didn’t have to feel bad about teasing him. He’d obviously enjoyed our erotic play, where his two female lovers slowly awakened to the womanly wonders of the other’s body.

But there was no longer any need to pretend. Mitch plainly had good taste in women, and I meant to have a real taste of Joyce. She was on board with that. So when Mitch laid me back and got on top of me, Joyce swung her leg over my face and settled her pussy on my waiting lips.

Mitch stroked into me, and I relished his reaming cock as he sank deeper and deeper into me. Meanwhile, I polished her lively love bud, and Joyce squirmed excitedly. I speared her dripping slot with my tongue. She moaned, and her flavor filled my mouth as I explored her silken interior.

She was facing toward Mitch as he continued to plow me. Joy boiled over within me, and my body practically vibrated with pleasure. When Joyce briefly rose off my face, I caught a glimpse of her and Mitch kissing. He was also squeezing her tits, and I hoped he would tweak her nips as hard as she’d done mine.

There was a sense of cooperative carnality at play. We were all — literally — in the moment together. Everyone was on the same sexual page at last. Three bodies, seeking fun and hoping for fulfillment.

Mitch sent me over the top. My pussy clenched around his sliding cock, and ecstasy consumed me. Seconds later, Joyce’s juices gushed from her snatch as she howled. I drank every bit of what she gave me.

Then it was her turn to have her pussy plowed. Joyce knelt on the mattress and thrust her luscious ass toward Mitch. He moved in behind her, his hard cock still slick and gleaming with my honey. When he slotted himself into her, her pretty face contorted with pleasure.

“He’s got a nice cock, doesn’t he?” I said wickedly.

She flashed a fiery grin at me, then grabbed my calf and yanked. I quickly found myself with my legs spread and her face between them. Her hot breath was on my glistening lips, then her tongue went at me.

I hadn’t doubted her past girl/girl experience, but if I had, that moment would have put it to rest. Joyce knew how to eat pussy. Her tongue was nimble and accurate. She slathered my clit, and my pleasure jumped to a new level. It felt like light gathering beneath my skin, warm and loving, rushing and moving to erupt. She licked me up and down, then delved inside.

All the while, Mitch was slamming into her from behind. I felt every impact through the conduit of her body. His cock, in effect, drove her tongue deeper into my pussy.

Joyce’s own climactic cry was muffled against my cunt. The carnal rapture overtook me. I looked past Joyce to see Mitch falling back. A final spew of his come shot off as his cock popped free and landed on Joyce’s upturned ass. He’d dumped most of his second load of the night into her snatch.

She smiled at me lewdly. Mitch would need some recuperation time, but I was still very much in the game. I said to her, “I’m going to eat that jizz out of your pussy.”

As it turned out, she hadn’t had enough of tasting me. So we settled into a 69, with her body below me. Our females forms locked together. I delved my tongue into her cunt and did indeed find gooey globs of Mitch’s come.

Joyce started out feasting on my pussy, then she got other ideas. Her hands closed over the globes of my ass, and she shifted position under me. With her neck no doubt stretching, she wriggled the tip of her tongue against my asshole.

Lovely shock jolted me as she lapped at my ring. Though it wasn’t easy to manage, through some impressive sexual gymnastics I also grazed her rear hole with my tongue. I licked her backdoor, and she moaned deep in her throat. When the neck strain became too much, we settled for fingering one another’s ass. All in the name of ecstasy.

Mitch was sitting up, staring in happy disbelief. Or maybe he believed utterly and was just fantastically grateful. This was the threesome he’d surely imagined, and we had made it come so completely true.