Somehow this whole miraculous situation had just fallen together, seemingly on its own. I hadn’t tried to jigger it in my favor. I wouldn’t have dared to attempt to manipulate two women into something like this. Like this? There wasn’t anything like this! This was the ultimate fantasy, the big-time payoff, the holy fucking grail of sex acts. A ménage à trois with me in the middle. Two gorgeous women in bed at the same time, both craving my cock.

The two women in question were Tiff, my girlfriend, and Ursula, a former lover of hers. Yep, I had a bisexual girlfriend. But she wasn’t just pleasingly multifaceted in her sexuality. She was funny, intelligent and had a good heart.

And, as it turned out, she was also happy to make her boyfriend’s deepest sexual dream come true.

I knew guys who had said they’d attained the fabled threeway. They were usually pretty obnoxious about it, and I figured half of them were lying, maybe more. The ones who seemed to be telling the truth, though, were the guys who said it wasn’t all fun and games, that there was anxiety and peril that went with it.

The mix had to be just right, they said gravely. The personalities and vibes had to balance, or else the thing could be — believe it or not — a lousy sexual experience. At first I couldn’t buy that. I mean, how could having two women at the same time be anything but erotic joy?

But the more mature part of me considered the situation and decided the warning was probably right. The best sex I’d had was with women I was compatible with on many levels, when the sex was an expression of genuine attraction, something beyond the carnal. Mind you, a hot girl made it more fun, and Tiff, for instance, was certainly hot. But when you could look them in the eye and share a laugh and a warm moment, man, that’s when the sex rocked!

Luckily, I had that with Tiff, and I already knew Ursula, having met her socially at one of my girlfriend’s parties. In fact, upon meeting Ursula — before I even knew she and Tiff had a past — I’d thought, in the abstract, how much I would like to bone her.

Well, now because of Tiff I was going to have my chance.

Excitement gripped me, understandably. Tiff suggested we go out for a light dinner beforehand. We picked up Ursula and headed to a restaurant. Even during the car ride I was buzzing with anticipation, sneaking looks at the two gorgeous women. Ursula caught my gaze and flashed me a grin — then slipped her top briefly off one shoulder and flashed me her tit. Tiff, at the wheel, noticed and guffawed.

I was perfectly OK with Ursula and my girlfriend sharing a torrid past. In fact, when we got to the restaurant and settled at our table, they traded stories about their bygone sexual shenanigans that had my cock stiffening. But it was all playful and friendly and so very, very promising.

When the waitress came to our table, however, everything changed.

“Lana!” Tiff and Ursula cried out at the same time, in the same delighted tone. The waitress, a lovely women, blinked at them for a second, then broke into a happy grin.

Before I knew it all three women were wrapped in a group embrace — Tiff hopping up and down, and Ursula braying laughter. The other diners looked over. I sat there, confused and desperately afraid that this development — whatever it was — was somehow about to torpedo my evening of ecstasy.

They jabbered together for a full minute before Tiff turned to me, face flushed, and said, “This is Lana.” Like I should know who that was.

And then, suddenly, I did. Lana. The girlfriend Tiff had had before Ursula. I stood, smiled and felt like a bit of an idiot as I offered her my hand to shake. I was still gripped by the awful notion that my evening was fucked — and not in the good way.

“Dang, Tiff,” Lana said, stepping right up to me. “He’s as hot as you said.”

That left me wordless. Somehow, we resettled, ordered our meals and Lana brought out our plates. Tiff and Ursula were gabbing the whole while, apparently lost in reminiscences. Obviously, Ursula was acquainted with Lana, too — intimately so, if I was correctly reading between the lines of the girls’ comments. I felt left out.

When the check came, Tiff paid. She also grabbed Lana and led her briefly out of sight. Across the table, Ursula shot me a look I couldn’t read. I wondered if I would get to fuck her that night. I was beginning to have my doubts.

Tiff soon came back with Lana, who’d changed out of her waitress gear.

“Let’s go,” my girlfriend said, plainly brimming with excitement.

They told me the new plan on the way to the car. Instead of a threeway, it would be a fourway. Lana wanted to play, too. Was that all right with me?

I was now officially stunned, but I was also absolutely inflamed with desire. The possibilities were pinballing around my brain. My cock was impossibly hard, and my heart was hammering in my chest. We got to Tiff’s place, and the whole troupe of us marched straight to the bedroom. On the way, the women hastily shed their clothing, so that when we got there they were naked and I was still stupidly dressed.

They surrounded me and quickly remedied that.

Three sets of eager hands peeled off my clothes and began caressing me. For a few minutes, that was how it was: me standing encircled by those sensual hotties. They handled all parts of me. They pressed their soft bodies against mine. My head was pulled one way for a kiss, then another, then another. My tongue tangled with three other tongues in quick succession as a wild but trance-like excitement consumed me.

I was in some plateau state, where my mind could scarcely accept what was going on, but my body was keenly aware of the fantastic pleasures being lavished upon it.

Eventually, we all made it onto the bed. Fortunately, Tiff had a king-size mattress, but it barely accommodated our four squirming bodies. I soon found myself on my back. Ursula flopped sideways onto my chest, and her mouth glued itself to mine. Meanwhile, kisses trailed down my stomach, and a delicate hand fondled my balls. Ursula seemed intent on licking my tonsils. I groped her tits, finding her nipples stiff. I gave each a good tweak, and she writhed against me.

When either Tiff or Lana put her mouth on my cockhead, I jerked on the bed so hard the mattress bounced underneath us. Pleasure engulfed my whole being as lips slid down my shaft, and I moaned into Ursula’s mouth. She rolled away, and Tiff came in on my other side. I saw Lana’s head bobbing up and down, sucking me down to my balls with every plunge. It was fantastic. I knew nothing about her, other than she was a good waitress and Tiff had thought enough of her to get into a relationship with her. That, I decided, was plenty. Besides, she was a great cocksucker, applying the perfect amount of suction.

Tiff threw a leg over my chest, scooched up and poised her gleaming pussy over my mouth. I put my hands on the swells of her ass and pulled her down onto my face. I speared her with my tongue, tasting her familiar nectar as she ground herself on my mouth.

I remembered the warning I’d been given: The mix had to be right for a threeway. Well, this mix sure felt right, even with an additional player. If anything, our quartet felt even more in harmony.

While Tiff rode my mouth, Lana climbed up and slotted my unflagging cock into her pussy. I knew it was her because she reached forward and cupped the lower swells of Tiff’s tits. My girl groaned, and as she hurried toward her climax, Ursula leaned in and sucked Tiff’s hard nips. She bucked and sent a wave of juice across my tongue, then climbed off my face.

I stayed on my back as Lana’s pussy clenched around my cock and her enthusiastic moans and groans overrode the general hubbub of erotic sounds in the bedroom. But when she pulled away, Ursula quickly replaced Lana. She fairly vaulted herself onto my cock and slammed down on me. I felt my cockhead drilling up into her core. Ursula wasted no time, thrashing about atop my steel-hard rod.

Tiff moved in and gave her more recent ex’s tits a fierce sucking as I met Ursula’s moves with eager upward thrusts. Lana slipped in behind Ursula, and from the blissful look on Ursula’s beautiful face, I guessed Lana was fingering her asshole.

I still wasn’t allowed to sit up after Ursula twisted through a wicked orgasm. Tiff, having already come on my mouth, wanted to shoot for another climax by riding my cock. I couldn’t very well say no to my girlfriend, could I?

As she rocked on me, I looked dreamily to the side and saw Ursula and Lana move urgently into a 69. I watched the two women eat each other with tongues flashing and hips jerking. When Tiff let out her familiar cry of climactic victory, I let my jizz go, shooting a geyser up into her. The two mutual cunnilingists alongside us trembled through a shared climax at nearly the same moment.

Afterward, all three women took turns licking my cock until it was clean.

I was grateful, though, when that lovely trio piled into a groping, licking, fingering heap, giving me a chance to recover. It was a glorious sight, how they moved together with such ease. I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet.

When I eventually went to join them, I was immediately welcomed into the fray. Mouths brushed my body, and hands strayed casually over every inch of me. I touched their breasts, stroked their curves and fingered the slick grooves of their pussies. I went down on Ursula, while Lana rode her face. I tongued her clit until she howled, her cries muffled by Lana’s pussy.

Next, I fucked Lana doggy-style, while Tiff got eaten out by Ursula right next to us. By now, I was in a sexual zen state, able to hold off my next orgasm. In this perma-hard condition, I fucked Ursula, then Tiff. All the while, the women pawed one another.

It was Tiff’s idea to have me shoot my second load while the three of them knelt before me with open mouths. Yeah, it was a good mix.