Waiting years for a threesome to occur makes the ultimate event even more spectacular than this lucky lover could have imagined.

Who wants to think their sexual heyday is in the past? Nobody. But as I turned thirty, I couldn’t help but remember the high times of my college days. It had been a kind of carnal free-for-all, when I’d dated and slept around and pretty much carried on with an air of erotic entitlement that seemed now unique to my young twenties.

It wasn’t like I’d fallen into decrepitude since then. I was, if anything, in even better physical shape now because I was putting conscious effort into staying fit. Nor did I lack for female companionship, though these days I was seeing only one woman at a time.

But with all the fucking I’d done in college, I somehow had never managed to grab the brass ring: I’d never experienced a threesome.

This oversight stuck in my craw for years — especially because it had almost happened.

When I was a madly horny twenty-one-year-old, there were a couple of months when I dated two women very steadily, Jessica and Felicity. I had sex with each woman every other day, a tireless alternating sequence. On a Wednesday, I’d booty-call Jessica at her place when her roommate was out. Thursday I’d tap Felicity between classes in her dorm room. Friday I’d take Jessica for a drive and we’d do it in the backseat.

My sex life went on and on like that. Jessica was a taut and tawny woman, a swimmer, oozing sexuality. Felicity was almost waif-like, slim and delicate, but a fearsomely commanding lover. Each one knew about the other, and neither cared. These two women were having their own carefree heydays, enjoying their young adulthoods.

I was grateful each had decided to include me in their fun. I felt as if I was living a fantasy. Even more than other lovers I’d had, these two made me feel special.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, though, I still had a checklist of sex acts I was working through. I’d done oral, anal, a little dress-up, some spanking, a few other choice deeds, but there was one item still unmarked, one achievement as yet unfulfilled.

One midnight I lay on Jessica’s bed. Her flatmate, who occupied the room beyond the paper-thin wall, was working a late shift, so we’d had some privacy. We hadn’t wasted our precious moments. We had just finished a torrid sixty-nine, with Jessica bucking and wriggling on top of me, her firm body reversed over mine, mouth plunging on my cock while I slurped her cleft. She’d come like gangbusters, and my mouth had overflowed with her sweet juice.

I was in a triumphant half-doze when I felt her unexpectedly starting to lick my chin, cheeks and lips.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, though it was obvious she was lapping my face clean.

She growled that sexy little laugh of hers. “Not that your come isn’t like nectar, Justin,” she said, “but there’s nothing quite like the taste of pussy. Even my own.”

I blinked at the ceiling. She had finished licking me. “Uh … have you ever tasted another woman’s?” I wasn’t put off by the idea — far from it.

She kissed my chest and reached down to fondle my slick cock. I stirred immediately. I grabbed a handful of her lovely golden ass.

“Hell,” she said, “I bet I’ve had more girlfriends than you!”

I fucked her like a demon after that, brain racing on overdrive, fantasy images crashing through my skull. Beautiful Jessica rolling around naked with another woman! But beyond those porntastic imaginings, I was also thinking of a longer game, of a deeper fulfillment for myself.

The next day I was, as usual, seeing Felicity. I had scraped together enough pennies to buy her dinner, and afterward we drove to a park overlooking the college town. As we walked along the line of moonlit trees, holding hands, I tried a few subtly leading questions. I knew enough about her to genuinely like her, but I’d never asked much about her romantic past.

“What are you getting at, Justin?” she asked, halting.

So much for my subtlety. I figured I was already in it, so I blurted, “Have you ever, y’know … been with another woman?”

Even as the words left my lips, I heard the inanity of my tone.

Felicity gave me a measured look, folding her willowy arms. Finally, she said, “What do you think I am anyway? Some sort of puritan? Of course I’ve had sex with another woman!”

My line of questioning must have excited her. With that forthright sexual authority I’d grown familiar with, she shoved me back against a tree, yanked my jeans down, and climbed onto my rampant cock, gripping an overhead branch and pumping herself up and down on me while a fresh set of woman-on-woman fantasy images gushed through my overtaxed imagination. This time, though, I had a specific partner for my lover. I matched Felicity up with Jessica, mentally putting the two gorgeous females into every possible sexual combination.

Now I only had to insert myself between their two naked delectable bodies. And I had to do it for real.

Jessica and Felicity already knew about each other. Putting my plan into action, I told them — individually and as casually as I could manage it — that the other was also into women. After that, I tried to steer each one toward the possibility of a threesome.

Jessica gave me her growly laugh. “A ménage? Well, maybe. I’d have to meet this other girl first, though.”

When I put the offer directly to Felicity, she took her time but said basically the same thing. “I won’t hop into a situation like that randomly, Justin. I want to meet her.”

Even the hint of a chance of this happening had me practically bouncing off the walls in a state of perpetual excitement. My cock throbbed constantly from the moment they’d both agreed to meet, so each could scope out the other. That seemed completely fair to me.

The girls were going out for drinks and didn’t need me tagging along. Either they would find each other compatible or they wouldn’t. I knew what a lucky son of a bitch I was, being with two women who didn’t go in for jealousy, and who had such broad sexual horizons.

They promised to call me after their meeting. After an hour, I heard nothing. Two hours. Two and a half. I flipped a mental coin and called Jessica on her cell.

“Uh … hello?” She sounded out of breath.

I asked her if everything had gone okay. I remember my fingers digging into my leg as I sat there on the edge of my bed.

There was a commotion on the phone, and I heard Felicity’s voice. “I’m busy eating her pussy. She just got done fingering me. Call back later!”

I heard Jessica’s snarly purr, the one she made when she came, then the phone clicked dead.

My head filled once more with those erotic images. This time, though, the scene was so very alive. I could almost see them on my bed with me, smell their scents, feel their hands and mouths and their lovely bodies squirming together against mine.

I thought I had it made after that, that my two lovers would take me with them to that paradise I’d dreamt of for so long. I was wrong. Way wrong.

After that night, the routine broke down quickly. I was suddenly no longer seeing Jessica and Felicity on that uninterrupted alternating schedule. They had other things to do. They made excuses for not seeing me. There was no talk of a threesome.

Eventually, they came clean. They wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with each other. They were in love, they told me. And I could see they were. Really, it was beautiful how they interacted, the way they looked at one another, the shared smiles and doe-like embraces.

You don’t try to muck up someone else’s true love. I bowed out with all the grace a very disappointed twenty-one-year-old could manage.

I still enjoyed my college years. Yet somehow I never again got close to sealing the three-way deal. That continued to disappoint me.

I had no clue back then that the opportunity would come out of the blue many years later.

Katia is the woman I’m currently seeing. She has a mane of red hair. Her face and body are lightly freckled, and she has a delicate chin and nose, and eyes of a startling green. She’s a very attractive woman.

We’d been in a satisfying sexual relationship for about four months. I was worlds away from being that semi-destitute college student, and now held a position at an architectural firm. I had a solid, wholly respectable, completely grown-up life.

So when one day Katia approached me with her threesome idea, it was like a time machine had whisked me back to my overeager youth.

We were relaxing in my condo living room over a bottle of Pinot blanc. After some confusing preliminaries, Katia finally asked me candidly, “Justin, would you be interested in a threeway with me and another woman?”

Her tone made it sound like a business proposal. I almost spit out my wine. Instead, I grinned like an idiot, wondering if this conversation were really happening. It was so like something I once would have conjured.

Katia grinned back. “I’ve wanted to do it for years, but the right guy was never around. It’s hard to find someone who can handle a threesome. Every straight man I met said he wanted to be in one, but then got jealous or weird, and the whole thing fell apart. In a threeway, the stakes are high. The reward is exponentially greater, but so is the potential for disaster. I believe you are the perfect candidate. That is … if you want to do it.”

I took her hand and kissed it tenderly. “I would love to do this with you. Who did you have in mind as the third party?”

That turned out to be Lynne, a woman from Katia’s gym who Katia said was a hot little flirt. We all met up at a café, neutral territory. Katia and Lynne had already established that they were attracted to each other. It only stood to see if Lynne and I would find each other interesting.

We did. She had spiky blonde hair and dancing blue eyes. Under the table, she ran the point of her toe up the inside of my thigh to where my cock was straining in my pants. Her eyes locked on mine, she asked, “What are we waiting for?”

Back in my bedroom, my heart was beating fast and my palms were damp as Katia and Lynne started tugging at each other’s clothes. The two women traded playful kisses while I stood there, very turned on.

Katia and Lynne came forward, and before long, I had an arm around each of the two females. Their bodies were toned yet stunningly soft. Katia licked my throat while Lynne shared a first kiss with me. Her tongue was hot and insistent. Fingers undid my shirt and pants. A few grinding, groping moments later, we all stood naked at the foot of my spacious bed.

We took a collective fumbling step toward the bed, knocking into each other, and I realized how uncoordinated this whole deal could become. Katia and I have a fine natural rhythm when we have sex, same as it had been with virtually every woman I’d slept with. I didn’t doubt that if Lynne and I were to fuck, it would be a smooth intuitive sexual experience.

Time froze. The three of us were looking at each other, those blue and green eyes inches from mine, and I felt a sudden fear, like the mechanics of this were simply too much. As bad as I’d always wanted this, maybe the situation was beyond me.

But then Katia wrapped her knowing fingers around my cock and Lynne reached down to cup my balls. At the same time each woman took a handful of the other’s breast. I slipped my hands down to squeeze one ass, then the other. With that we all leaned in and shared a surprisingly doable three-way kiss, our mouths melting together like the points of a perfectly fitted triangle.

After that we scrambled onto the bed, without any further fumbling, knowing what we craved.

The women ended up on either side of me, which suited me fine. I’d been aching to give Lynne’s full pink-nippled tits a grope, and I did so. Katia nibbled on my shoulder as she started rubbing her crotch against my hip. Katia sported a nice ginger-colored bush, but Lynne was totally shaven. I felt her dampness on my leg, and I promised myself I’d get a taste of her pussy.

Lynne reached across me to tweak Katia’s nips. Katia responded with a little cry, right before the two women lunged at each other over my chest, mouths crashing together, tongues slurping. It was a beautiful sight. I wound my fingers into Katia’s red mane and raked Lynne’s spiky blonde hair, and pressed their mouths even harder against each other.

When they broke for breath, they looked down at me with feral glints in their eyes. Then they both dove as one for my cock.

You never know if reality will live up to the hype of fantasy. Sometimes dreams should stay just that — dreams. But having two talented women go down on me at the same time surpassed anything I’d ever heard or imagined.

I lay back, feeling their hot breaths on my stiffened shaft. Their tongues emerged, but only to take playful little swipes at my pole. I felt myself dripping pre-come, pleasure rising to a bright intensity. When a mouth swooped over my cockhead, enclosing it in intimate heat and wetness, I tried to guess which woman was working me.

I pushed up onto my elbows, saw I’d guessed wrong, and didn’t care at all. Lynne sucked on my plush knob while Katia dipped down and lapped hungrily at my balls. Lynne dropped her mouth all the way down my stiff staff. I watched my inches disappear into her encircling lips.

Katia came up and with a little persuasion got my cock away from her friend to give me several dozen expert plunges with her mouth. My whole body glowed with feverish excitement. My nerve endings jumped with invisible electrical sparks.

Finally, the two shared my cock, going at me harmonica-style, sliding their open mouths up and down opposite sides of my throbbing shaft. I clawed at the sheets and moaned. The women were relentless.

Both were holding my balls, so when I started to come they were ready. They plastered their mouths over my cockhead, trying to catch every spurt of cream on their outstretched tongues. Pleasure ripped through me and spilled onto their faces. The ecstasy lit up the insides of my skull.

My elbows slid out from underneath me, but I still watched through half-lidded eyes as the women grinned wickedly at each other before licking the stray stripes of my cream off their jubilant faces. Soon Katia had pulled Lynne onto her back and was shouldering apart her legs. Katia glanced at me and said, “Don’t you worry, he’ll be good to go again in about five minutes.” Katia knew me well.

For those five minutes I got to see my girlfriend lower her face over the blonde’s pussy. I was privileged to watch her lick Lynne’s slit, then delve her tongue deep inside, while the spiky-haired woman writhed and pulled at Katia’s abundant tresses hair. Lynne lifted her perky ass off the bed when she came against Katia’s mouth.

They reversed. Lynne fairly knocked Katia’s onto her back and lunged for her cunt. That nimble tongue flashed, spearing Katia, who cried out again and again. Lynne was on her knees, sweet ass high in the air.

I rolled toward her, took a taut hemisphere of ass in each hand and bent to lick her pussy from behind. She jumped at the first contact, and a second later gave a growl of delight. I tasted her tang. She bucked back against my tongue’s intrusions, even as she kept eating Katia’s pussy.

When Lynne’s knees quaked and she flooded my mouth with her juice, I pulled myself in flush behind her. My cock throbbed anew. I slotted myself easily into Lynne’s well-oiled hole, relishing the silky squeeze of her. I sank myself deep, gripping her hips. I stroked into her, finding the tempo and feeling everything lock into a clockwork precision.

It was another special moment. I felt above the action, almost. Even though I was savoring every carnal impulse and sensation, I was also appreciating on a profound level how beautiful an event this was. This was something greater than the sum of its parts, even as beautiful as those parts were. I fucked Lynne and Lynne ate Katia, and it was a sublime connectivity, a group effort of bliss.

Katia had been right: The rewards were exponentially bigger in a threesome.

Lynne shivered and thrashed through another serious orgasm. I blinked as she pulled away, then saw Katia slipping in beneath me, opening her legs and gazing up at me with appreciative rapture. I lowered onto her and plunged my cock inside.

As I fucked her, Lynne straddled her face. Katia’s tongue stabbed eagerly upward. We all took our time. I stroked leisurely into Katia while she twisted slowly under me, and Lynne kneaded her own breasts, riding Katia’s mouth. After a timeless interlude, our needs overtook us, and our speed increased. A new frenzy possessed us. I plowed Katia mercilessly, as Lynne bronco-rode her lover’s mouth.

We thrashed, we yowled, we came. I went off inside Katia, and Lynne collapsed across her body. The red-haired woman shook beneath both of us. The pleasure was beyond normal human reckoning.

I didn’t even bother to mark off that old mental checklist of mine. This stunning dream was seared permanently into my very satisfied reality.