Madison and I were walking through the mall when she asked a question that nearly made me stumble: “Do you think she’s cute?”

I was so taken aback I could only gesture vaguely in stupefied silence.

She seemed to think my response meant I didn’t know who she was talking about, so she pointed.

“That one,” she said. “See? Blonde. Sweet butt. Think she’s cute?”

I did see who she meant. I had, in fact, already noticed her among the streams of weekend shoppers.

The blonde in question was lithe and sensual-looking. I had secretly noted her, while trying to avoid clueing in my companion that I was ogling another woman. By that point, Madison and I had only had our first date a week ago. She was fun, smart and easy to be around. But I feared her question about this random girl was some kind of trap.

I shrugged elaborately and said in my most neutral tone, “I don’t really have an opinion.”

Smirking, she said, “What? You don’t have a pulse? She’s hot. Hell, I’d do her.”

My jaw dropped. Madison was something else, but I was still getting to know her. We’d already fucked, and she was great in bed. But my previous girlfriend had played all sorts of jealousy-themed head games, and I was wary.

“Come on,” she insisted. “I want to know your tastes.”

We’d stopped walking, and I looked at her levelly as I asked, “Why?”

Madison cocked her head and said, “So I’ll know how to move forward. Look, you’re a blast in the sack, but I like some spice. Some variety. You’re not opposed to a threeway, are you?”

Whatever shock I’d experienced up to that point in my life was nothing compared to the breathless jolt her question caused. Reality seemed to swim a little around me. At the same time, my cock stirred. My past relationships had never presented me with even the possibility of that particular holy grail: the threesome!

I could only whisper, “Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah. Jeez, dude, I’m thinking you’ve been with too many jealous bitches. Well, I’ve got news for you. I am definitely the un-jealous type.”

That day at the mall was the big turning point in my burgeoning relationship with Madison. From there on, a threeway was on the table. I could barely believe my astonishingly good luck. She was rare, indeed.

But I had to fess up before we went any further. Biting the bullet, I admitted to my girlfriend, “I’ve never been in a ménage à trois before.”

Bless her heart. She didn’t snicker. She just looked me straight in the eyes and said sincerely, “Then we’ll just have to make your first one memorable.” She kissed me, like it was a promise.

In-fucking-credible!

We didn’t rush anything. I asked preliminary questions, like how was a threeway successfully navigated. Who took turns and when? How did you know to switch from one person to the other?

She just assured me, “It’ll be like any good sex. It’ll feel right. You and I are damn good in bed together. We just need a third party who we both click with.”

We continued with our shared social life and kept our eyes open. That was how we found Sasha.

We met her at an outdoor coffee place. She was thumbing a book both Madison and I had read, and we struck up a conversation. Before that, though, we’d covertly scoped her out. She was a lovely woman, with graceful features. Madison released a little growl of desire, and I knew she was attracted to our prospective playmate.

Sasha agreed to come to dinner with us. I thought there was a knowing glimmer in her sparkling eyes, as if she had some inkling of what was afoot. Over dinner, her manner became flirty. Madison excitedly squirmed in her seat. Later, I’d learn Sasha had been running her toes up Madison’s calf, beneath the tablecloth.

Just like that, it was on.

Sasha came back to my apartment with the two of us. I offered to serve drinks in the living room.

“No booze,” Sasha said, as she unbuttoned her shirt. “I like a clear head for the fun stuff.”

I just stood there, half gaping. But unfazed Madison strode over to her and helped pull her top off. The two women then kissed. Madison put a hand over Sasha’s bra-covered breast. Sasha sighed with pleasure and tugged at Madison’s blouse.

My cock uncoiled in my pants. They looked so beautiful together, so natural. The girls simply, quietly stripped each other there in the living room. Their hands roved one another’s flesh. Madison groped Sasha’s full ass, and Sasha’s played with Madison’s erect nipples.

But suddenly, they paused and turned toward me at the same time.

“Take us to the bedroom,” one of them said. I was in such an erotic daze I wasn’t even sure who’d spoken. But I went to those two gorgeous nude women and escorted them to my bedroom.

Once there, they proceeded to free me from my clothes. They made a fun game out of it, running their fingers over my bulge before undoing my pants to let my straining cock spring out. They both manhandled me. Madison’s touch I was used to, but Sasha’s caress was just as knowing and confident. She played with my balls and squeezed my shaft.

We practically floated onto the bed, and a soft body came down on either side of me. My cock was achingly hard, and my skin tingled from my scalp to my toes. All my nerves were bristling with extreme sensitivity.

A distant panic did churn in me, though, as I wondered if I would perform well, if the whole event would be successfully pleasing for everyone. There seemed to be too many ways this heavenly scenario could go sour.

But then Madison was pressing against me, nibbling on my shoulder, and Sasha threw her leg over mine and rubbed her slick pussy against my thigh. I turned my face, and a mouth pressed hard against mine. I turned the other way, and a tongue was sliding past my lips.

The women levered up, and we shared sloppy, tongue-tangling kisses. Pleasure poured through my being, and everything felt easy, almost coordinated. My anxious fears evaporated in an instant.

I rolled onto my side, toward Sasha. I put a hand to her breast, squeezing the full mound and feeling the hard protrusion of her aroused nipple. I kissed her fiercely, and she pushed her flat belly against the steely staff of my cock.

Madison’s hand slipped over my hip. I felt it squirming and realized she was sliding it between Sasha’s legs. Sasha opened wide and cried out when Madison’s fingers stroked the glistening groove of her pussy.

“I want her wet for you!” Madison hissed behind me. She was grinding her own pussy mound against the muscled swell of my ass cheek. Her skin felt hot against mine. She fingered Sasha deeper. Sasha groped frantically for my cock, rolling onto her back.

I got up to mount her, but then I shot Madison a look. I was about to fuck another woman in front of my new girlfriend. Would she have some last second change of heart? Would jealousy make a late-inning appearance?

Nope. Madison was on her knees, watching us with blazing eyes, and demanded, “Fuck her! If I had a cock I’d fuck her, too!”

I climbed aboard Sasha and brought my cock to the damp entrance of her pussy. I slid in slowly, savoring every bit of the experience. My cock reamed her nicely, and when I was all the way inside, Sasha threw her arms around my neck and gasped against my throat.

I stroked into her, and the pleasure was intense. Madison moved up alongside us. She put one hand on Sasha’s tit and one on my ass. She said to Sasha, “His cock feels good, doesn’t it? You like him fucking you. I can tell. Fuck her hard, Elliot!”

I’d never had a cheerleader in bed. But Madison seemed connected directly to us as she massaged Sasha’s breast and dug her fingers in the flesh of my ass. I was hammering Sasha, and before long, I was charging toward my finale.

Sasha was squealing beneath me. I’d meant to hold back until I could put my cock in Madison as well, but the bliss was too much. My brand-new lover shrieked with orgasmic glee, and my jizz went spewing into her.

Afterward, I pulled out and lay back, wondering if I should apologize to Madison. But she’d already moved on to the next chapter. She shouldered apart Sasha’s thighs and began eating her out. Astounded, I watched her licking up my come from another woman’s pussy.

After about ten sexy minutes of that, I was fully hard again. I was fantastically turned on by their sapphic demonstration. Madison apparently knew exactly what she was doing. She flipped onto her back, spread her legs and said, “It’s my turn. Fuck me, babe!”

I fell onto her and jammed my cock deep inside her cunt. I left space for Sasha, who moved in and sucked on Madison’s tits. Her tongue batted those sweet stiff nips of hers. She even reached down between our smacking bodies and fingered Madison’s clit while I fucked my girl’s pussy. Her fingers grazed my slick shaft and added to my mounting pleasure.

I pounded Madison, watching the familiar stages of her approaching climax. My girlfriend was a beautiful sight as her orgasm finally hit.

For a second time I unloaded, and each spurt was its own carnal victory. My first threeway! And I’d enjoyed it with two wonderful, beautiful, cooperative women — without a hint of jealousy.

After I’d shot my last jet, I rolled off Madison. Without hesitation, Sasha put her face between Madison’s legs. She ate my spunk from my girlfriend’s pussy, displaying even more enthusiasm than Madison had earlier. I gazed in wonder, then watched the ladies 69, and by then, I was ready to go again. My cock was ecstatically hard, and the possibilities seemed endless.