Sophie has been competitive since the day I met her. Back when she was a student athlete she won a state championship for track, and that glory has apparently stayed with her and has given her a permanent edge. So everything is always an I-bet-I-can-do-that-better-than-you situation.

This probably would’ve gotten old real quick if Sophie wasn’t the hottest thing walking and a lot of fun in bed. Also, to be fair, she’s a sweet human being — smart and kind and all that.

And to be completely fair, there’s probably stuff about me that’s mildly irritating to her, but she puts up with it because she’s into me. I’d never before had a girlfriend who was so adventurous about sex. With Sophie, I had ticked off most of the few remaining carnal acts on my score sheet.

But one remained. And, well, I would need Sophie and another player for that one. Yep. I’m talking about the grand deed: the long dreamed-of threeway. The lovely ménage à trois. Me and a pair of women, all rolling around on a bed together. Everybody fooling around with everybody else.

It just had never happened for me. The right women hadn’t come together at the right time. Sophie, I knew, had at least the right disposition for it. She’d bragged to me — because, of course, she had — that she’d messed around in bed with other women on a few occasions.

I had wanted to bring up the possibility of a threeway with her, but my nerve kept failing me. It was, after all, a pretty big ask. It might put her off. She might wonder why I would want to fuck another woman if I had her.

I was lucky to have Sophie, and I knew it. So I kept my secret desire a secret, and just enjoyed my girlfriend’s company.

Meanwhile, the competitiveness continued. If we went for a walk in the park, Sophie challenged me to run against her. If we were at the beach, she dared me to swim out as far as her. I started to wonder if I could use this trait of hers to my advantage. Not that I meant to trick her into anything, but maybe I could devise a little good-natured payback.

She took me to a party one Saturday night. The host and guests were people I didn’t know. There were a few dozen folks milling around the grounds of a house and garden. Many of the attendees were from the nearby university.

I’m reasonably educated, so I could make convincing intellectual small talk. Sophie and I had split up to mingle. My eyes honed in on a particularly attractive woman. I’d asked someone else about her but hadn’t spoken to her myself. She was visiting the college’s languages department. Her name was Vianne.

“Having fun?” I asked Sophie, when we met up again.

“It’s nice. Some of these people I haven’t seen in a year or two.”

“Do you know her?” I nodded toward Vianne, who was out in the nicely kept garden, admiring a patch of roses.

Sophie shook her head but added, “She’s lovely, though.”

“I thought so, too.”

Smirking, Sophie asked, “Did you flirt with her?”

She didn’t sound like she would have been mad about it.

“I didn’t get anywhere,” I said. Then I added, “Hey, why don’t you try flirting with her?”

“But I’m here with you, Henry.”

“And I say, be my guest. You said she’s pretty. I couldn’t do anything with her. Maybe you can.” I stopped just short of saying, “I dare you.”

But my cagey gambit was enough to rouse Sophie’s competitive streak. She squared her shoulders and went out into the garden. I stood in a doorway, watching, too far away to listen to anything the women might say.

Of course, the twist was that I’d learned Vianne’s English wasn’t the best. She was a French professor, and so far as I knew, Sophie didn’t speak her native language.

But to my amazement, the two of them appeared to be communicating. At least, Sophie was making gestures and speaking words, and Vianne was responding with nods and warm smiles.

After a time, Sophie turned and pointed me out. Vianne waved at me, rather coquettishly, and a helpless surge of desire flooded me.

But what the hell were they saying to each other?

Eventually, Sophie beckoned and I came over. Vianne looked me up and down, and said something to Sophie — in French. Sophie grinned and nodded.

“You speak French?” I asked.

Sophie shrugged and admitted, “Took it in high school. I probably understand it at a first-grade level, and I speak it worse. But we seem to be hitting it off nicely.” Sophie put her arm around Vianne’s shoulders. Vianne brushed her fingers sensually along Sophie’s cheek.

I’d been outcompeted; that was for sure. I wondered if Sophie was planning to take this beautiful woman home. Considering the shenanigans I’d tried to pull, I couldn’t see how I could tell her no.

Both women were gazing at me. Vianne spoke a musical-sounding string of French. I looked at Sophie, dumbfounded. Sophie said, “She wants the three of us to...well, you know.”

I did know. Everything was a blur until we were back at Sophie’s place. I couldn’t believe my luck. Maybe this was a joke, and I was about to meet the worst disappointment of my life.

But Sophie led the way to her bedroom, and without hesitation Vianne started undressing. Sophie stripped, too, while I stood gaping like a fool. In a minute, two naked — and ridiculously gorgeous — women stood before me.

Vianne took Sophie into her arms, and their mouths met. With the way Sophie slid her tongue against Vianne’s, I knew within a second that my girl hadn’t lied about her past lesbian experiences. They ground their lush bodies together, and my cock got ramrod hard.

I was still dressed. However, the ladies soon remedied that situation. Before I knew it, I was buck naked and being drawn onto the bed. Their hands roved over my body, and I reached out, grazing their thighs and breasts. Everything in my vision seemed gauzy, almost unreal.

Suddenly, I snapped out of my haze. My dream was very real, and I’d better fucking well start enjoying myself!

I went to kiss Sophie, in part to thank her. Her mouth was soft against mine, but her tongue moved with urgency. When we broke the kiss, I was gasping. Vianne moved in without pause. Her mouth melted over mine, and our tongues tangled. A groan of pleasure came from deep in her throat.

The women pressed in on either side of me, but I wasn’t the sole focus of their attention. Their hands reached across me. Vianne squeezed Sophie’s tits, her thumb flicking my girl’s engorged nipple. Sophie stretched an arm out and grabbed a handful of Vianne’s lovely ass.

We shifted about. The women French-kissed as they leaned over me. I sucked on Vianne’s tit, then Sophie’s, letting my teeth graze their hard nips. A hand was massaging my balls. Another set of fingers closed around my straining cock. My rod twitched in that grip.

While Sophie was licking my chest, Vianne moved further down my body. I felt her hot breath on the knob of my cock, and nerves jumped all along me. Her nimble tongue swirled around me. I lifted my head to watch but couldn’t see past Sophie. That was OK. Vianne’s mouth felt just as good descending my shaft as if I’d been watching.

Vianne sucked me down to my balls, and Sophie shifted off my chest. When I finally looked down, I saw Vianne sucking me, while Sophie watched with glittering eyes. Vianne murmured something in French and offered my spit-shiny cockhead to her.

Sophie put her mouth on me. Vianne continued to hold my erection around the base, while my girl’s head bobbed up and down. Pleasure boomed in me, but I managed not to jet my spunk. I wanted to savor my fantasy coming true.

The girls traded me back and forth — probably only for a few minutes, but it felt like a glorious eternity. The sensations were embedding themselves in my memory.

But this was supposed to be a proper threeway, and the ladies had their needs. Sophie swung up onto me, lowering her pussy onto my rampant cock. At the same time, Vianne straddled my face, and I tasted her dripping pussy as she pressed it onto my open mouth.

Sophie bounced on my cock, and Vianne bucked on my face. I jammed my tongue up into her pussy, while maintaining an upthrusting rhythm with my hips and spearing Sophie as deeply as possible.

It was wonderfully overwhelming. I was aware of the two women kissing and groping each other as they faced one another atop my prone body. I was connected to that dynamic carnal current. We were all involved in the communal joy.

Sophie’s cries rang out, and I felt her pussy tighten around me. A few fast heartbeats later, Vianne said something in her native tongue, then jammed herself down hard on my eager mouth. Her juice was a French nectar I would never forget.

The women dismounted, and I sat up, feeling as if the room was spinning. But I quickly focused on Vianne. She grinned, lying back and spreading her legs. She beckoned, and I moved toward her. Before I got into place, Sophie seized me. I thought she might be making some very late objection, but that wasn’t it at all. She proceeded to lick Vianne’s pussy juice off my face, then pushed me toward her.

I climbed onto Vianne, and her slick cleft accepted me. I sank in deep, and her beautiful body bucked. I started stroking into her, and she met my thrusts. Our bodies came together, harder and faster.

Sophie knelt beside Vianne’s head, placed her hands on the woman’s succulent tits and kneaded them, playing with the French beauty’s nipples.

I fucked our playmate with rising urgency. The bedroom swam with heat, and our mingled sex scents filled the air. Sophie shifted, bringing her knees to either side of Vianne’s head, then moving up to ride her face. Vianne pulled her down hard onto her mouth.

Sophie’s eyes glazed as I pounded Vianne. I wanted to time everything right, if I could. Vianne quivered under me, and a cry was climbing Sophie’s throat. I, myself, was on the brink.

Vianne clenched her muscles, her cry muffled by Sophie’s pussy. My jizz erupted as ecstasy consumed me. Sophie came noisily atop Vianne’s face as I shot a huge load.

It didn’t end there, but I was out of it for a while. Later, I felt two mouths on me and tried to sit up. But the giggling girls pushed me back. I was theirs; they were mine. The pleasures of the body, it seemed, transcended language.