A naturally bossy woman knows what she wants when it comes to business — and pleasure.

I stroked Helen’s smooth, round ass for a moment and watched her head bob up and down on Roger’s cock. The sight of her lovely mouth devouring him caused my own cock to twitch in anticipation. I licked my lips. “Beautiful,” I said. “Just beautiful.”

She rotated her ass, inviting me. I ran one hand along the curve of her hip, then slid it between her legs to her pussy. It was soft and ready, slick with juice.

What a turn-on, watching your girl fucking or sucking a big hard cock while you prepare to fill her up with yours. I think every guy, whether he admits it or not, dreams of having a threesome, most commonly with two women at the same time. Two sets of hands caressing your body, two sets of lips to kiss, two pussies to please with your cock and mouth. Man, you haven’t lived until you let your cock operate on autopilot while one woman sits on it because you’re busy working your lips and tongue on the exquisite pussy above your face.

But sharing your lover with another guy can be just as exciting, if not more so. It’s like watching and doing at the same time, driving your senses into overload. Moreover, it’s knowing that she is going to be totally maxed out with throbbing man meat, every square inch of her body tingling.

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have experienced both variations. Sometimes the threesome was the result of careful plotting and planning. That’s part of the fun — the anticipation and knowing what’s in store. Other times, the situation presents itself and you just go for it.

That’s how this adventure happened.

Helen, also known as “The Hellcat,” had been barking orders all evening — as usual.

“Bring those tables together. Excuse me, miss. We need another round of drinks over here. Thanks, doll.”

Helen was the trade show manager for our company. That meant she had full authority over setup and presentation at trade shows, including the big one on which our team of around 30 people had just spent close to a week exhausting ourselves. Helen had a naturally bossy personality, which made her perfect for running the trade show team and led to her nickname. But she was also witty and fair-minded and I had always enjoyed working with her.

On the job, Helen normally dressed in conservative business suits, her blonde hair pulled back severely. But her pale green eyes always had a sensual sparkle about them. And in the evening, she would let loose. Off came the jacket and down came the shoulder-length hair. Sometimes she would undo a button or two on her blouse — just enough to entice furtive glances from any male within viewing range.

This trade show was over and we had just finished off an elegant company-sponsored group dinner. Afterward, most of us adjourned to the lounge for some well-deserved libation. Helen had the expense account.

As the evening wore on, people drifted off, either to catch late flights home or to turn in early. When the crowd had dwindled to a manageable number, Helen invited everyone up to her room. “I’ve got a bottle of Cuervo 1800 and I’m not taking it home,” she said, rounding us up.

I considered my options. I had nothing to do until my flight the next day. And unless it was just wishful thinking, Helen was being a little flirty. Okay, I’ll stick around, see what happens.

So six of us made our way up to Helen’s room, or should I say suite. Since she was the one who made all the reservations for everyone working on the show, the hotel usually upgraded her as a thank-you gesture. Helen always had the nicest room, the best view, or the most amenities. This time she had a three-room suite overlooking the city.

Helen ordered up some snacks. Throughout the evening I had the sneaking suspicion that she was trying to orchestrate something. You see, I knew Helen as a hellcat of a slightly different nature — a sensual feline with a voracious sexual appetite.

Last year, I traveled to HQ for two weeks to work with her on a series of sales presentations. On my last night there, we went out for what started out to be a casual dinner. Well, one thing led to another and we wound up back at her place for an evening of unfettered, sweaty, thoroughly gratifying sex.

We started making love in the living room, worked our way to the bedroom, and closed out the night — or rather early morning — by screwing on a barstool in the kitchen. As it turned out, Helen was as passionate as she was bossy — and she was plenty bossy.

I watched her, wondering what she had up her sleeve tonight, hoping that I was in the script. So I stuck around until it was just Helen, Roger, and me. Pretty good odds. Helen was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed. She had allowed her skirt to ride up high enough for me to spy the black band of thigh-high hose. And somewhere along the line she had undone another button of her blouse. She leaned forward to grab the nearly empty Cuervo bottle, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cream-colored lace bra. “C’mon, one more toast,” she said.

She motioned for Roger and me to sit beside her on the sofa.

We all held up our glasses. “To good living,” Roger said.

Helen added, “And to good loving — unbounded, unbridled, and uncompromising.”

That took me by surprise. Roger and I just looked at each other as Helen tossed down her Cuervo.

“Amen,” I managed to blurt out, and Roger and I downed our shots.

We slammed our glasses down on the coffee table almost in unison. No sooner were the glasses down than Helen turned to Roger and planted what looked like a deep, churning kiss on him. I watched for a moment, enjoying the view as their heads rolled back and forth, their lips mashing together. Roger’s hand went up to her head, his fingers playing in her soft blonde hair.

I figured Helen had chosen Roger for the evening. That’s what she does; she chooses her partner. So I figured I’d make a graceful, if disappointed, exit. With a pang of envy I said, “I’ll just be leaving the rest of this here bottle to you two lovebirds.”

But Helen turned to me and grabbed my head in her hands. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” And her lips found mine. Our mouths locked in a hard, deep, wet kiss that brought back memories of that night last year. I remembered those lips. And I felt that kiss down to my toes and in every appendage along the way.

When I came up for air, I must have had a puzzled look on my face. As she pulled my polo shirt over my head Helen said, “I’ll let you in on a secret. Roger is more than a casual acquaintance.” I found out later that they had been dating, for lack of a better word, for about six months. “I’ve got my two favorite guys here,” she said, adding, “and you know, sometimes one just isn’t enough.” She winked at me. I took that to mean that she was just kidding, but hey, with her you never know.

“As it turned out, Helen was as passionate as she was bossy.”

Her lips hit mine again. Our lips pressed together, mouths open, and the tip of her tongue found mine. My hand dipped between the folds of her blouse and cupped her lace-covered breast. I caressed it, feeling her soft flesh and her erect nipple through the fabric. I played with the hardened nub and squeezed it tenderly, causing her to moan softly.

My eyes kept closing involuntarily, but I did see Roger slide his hand up under Helen’s skirt — which had ridden high up on her legs by now. I could almost feel his fingers sliding up along the inside of her nylon-covered thighs, relishing in the feel of her warm, bare skin, and homing in on the lacy covering over her pussy. Was it wet yet? I’ll bet it was.

Helen reached down and stroked my engorged rod through my cotton pants. It was rock-hard and aching for action. She undid my pants expertly with one hand, freeing my pole from its confines. It stood straight out at her and she circled her hand around it, stroking it lovingly.

As much as I longed to feel Helen’s lips on my cock, I knew this was a sharing event. I said, “Maybe Roger wants… ,” but that’s all I got out. She put a finger to my lips to shush me and flashed those sexy green eyes.

Roger held out his hand. “Go right ahead. I insist.” Helen and I kissed wild, wet kisses, our tongues twirling and probing, as Roger reached around and slipped off her blouse and bra. Her beautiful breasts — round, perfect handfuls — fell free. Roger took one in each hand, playing with them and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

But by now we had worked our way into somewhat awkward positions on the couch, and our clothes were definitely getting in the way. When Helen stood to unzip her skirt, I took the opportunity to peel off the rest of my clothes. Roger shed his with lightning speed. I admired Helen’s trim but amply curved body as she slipped out of her skirt, hose, and sexy lace bikini panties. Soon, a mixture of clothes was strewn around the room and, gloriously naked, we adjourned to the bedroom.

I jumped onto the king-size bed and sat back against the pillows. Helen followed and kneeled between my legs. She took my rod in one hand and gave me a wicked little smile. “Hmm,” she hummed. “I remember this.” She gave it a couple more light strokes and licked her lips before taking me into her mouth.

Ah, yes.

Although I arched my back up toward her she took in just the head at first, kissing it and licking the top of my shaft. Then gradually she swallowed more and more. “Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “I remember that, too.”

Heaven. Lightning shot through my body.

Helen was an eager, loving fellatrix. Her soft lips rode up and down my manhood. And it throbbed in response to her sucking and licking. Sometimes she would concentrate just on the top, playing her lips over the rim, her tongue licking and twirling around my head and flicking at its tip. Then she would open up and take me all the way into her throat. I let out an animal growl and threw my head back into the pillows.

“Ah, you like that,” she said when she came up.

“Oh, you know I do.”

Roger had been watching, enjoying the performance. He decided it was time to join in and he slid across the bed lying on his back with his head under Helen’s crotch. As he dove in between her legs he said, “Hey baby, let me in.” Without missing a stroke on my cock, Helen shifted her position to give Roger a clear shot at her pussy.

When he started licking her cunt, she paused in her ministrations on me and let out a long, soft moan. Then she attacked my cock with renewed vigor, her warm, sucking mouth pumping my member with constant rhythm until I was starting to feel that familiar pressure.

“I put my hands on her hips and pushed into her with one long thrust.”

But Helen knew exactly what to do. She backed off, her lips now feeling light and gentle on my engorged stalk. When she looked up her eyes were unfocused, her mind and body rapt in the feeling of my cock in her mouth and Roger’s tongue pleasuring her pussy. She shuddered a couple of times, perhaps in response to him licking her little love button.

I played my hands through Helen’s honey hair. She withdrew her mouth from me and stroked my saliva-slickened cock. Then she stared into my eyes and said, “I want you inside me.” She pivoted around so that she was on all fours alongside Roger, her head above his crotch. Grabbing his meat she said, “Your turn, big boy.” And she took him in her mouth. I couldn’t help but notice that he was indeed a big boy, at least as big as me. And I’ve got a pretty good mouthful, if I do say so myself.

Roger propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch Helen devour his cock. He had this silly smile on his face and nodded to me as if to say, “Well, what are you waiting for?” I took in the cock- tingling view of Helen sucking him for a moment before drawing up behind her.

So there I was, running my hand between her legs to her soft, wet, waiting pussy.

Her labia were well-primed — slick and supple. I ran my fingers along her slit, caressing the soft tissues, working my way gradually to her clitoris. Her hips flexed around my hand. I found her hard little love button and teased it with my fingers. That made Helen moan, even though she was still sucking Roger.

I poked my sword at the entrance to her tunnel to get the lay of the land. Then I put my hands on her hips and pushed into her with one long thrust. She was so wet and ready that I slid in easily. Helen withdrew from Roger and sucked in a huge breath. “Oh, yeah,” she said. Then, as I began stroking into her cunt, probing her deepest recesses, she got back to business, sucking Roger’s rod.

I wanted to work slowly and make this super-exciting fuck last, but I was so turned on by Helen’s oral endeavors and the sights and sounds of the three of us going at it that I soon lost control. I plunged my tool into Helen’s pussy with long, firm strokes.

Helen must have been in the same boat because at first she restricted the thrusting of her hips back into mine. I suppose it made it easier for her to keep Roger’s big cock in her mouth. Every nerve in her body must have been firing on maximum. Suddenly she started gasping for air. She just held Roger’s cock in her hand while her breaths came in high-pitched wheezes.

She was racing to the top and I knew just how to propel her there. I leaned over and grabbed her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers, while I rammed my cock into her like a superheated piston. It wasn’t long before her entire body shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her.

As hers subsided, mine approached. Helen quickly returned to her work on Roger’s waiting tool, her body still quaking. Now I was the one approaching the pinnacle and Helen knew just what to do. She rotated her ass around my cock and her cunt muscles grabbed at it as I stroked into her. Then she ground her hips into mine. That did it.

I leaned over her and let loose. My cock twitched uncontrollably, pumping a hot load into her pulsating cunt. My eyes were closed tightly and I was growling like a lion in heat, but I still heard the sound of her slurping on Roger’s cock and his moaning the whole time.

As my spent cock eventually softened, I eased out of Helen. I had a fleeting notion of getting up, but I just collapsed, falling beside them on the bed. Helen, however, was just getting started. Her ass was undulating as she continued to attack Roger’s cock, lavishing the same hard-loving attention on his that she had done on mine. But now more fucking was on the agenda.

Helen lay back on the bed and with swift, effortless choreography, Roger crawled on top of her. He plunged his sword into her and immediately thrust into her with pounding passion.

They were all wrapped up tightly in each other’s arms and there wasn’t much for me to do except watch the sexual visual banquet unfold — their gyrating bodies, his animal grunts, her moans and gasps.

After a few minutes of missionary fucking, Roger raised to a kneeling position and slowed the pace. Helen threw her arms over her head, and I took the opportunity to jump back into the game. I stroked her arms, slowly working my way over her shoulders, down the line of her collarbone back to those gorgeous breasts. Helen reached up at me and I leaned over to taste her luscious lips again.

When I came up for air, Helen eased her body up. Without a word Roger fell back, allowing Helen to raise herself and straddle him. Roger’s cock slipped out of her for a moment, but she grabbed it and brought it back to her pussy. Their eyes were locked as she lowered herself onto it. When she had taken him all in, she let out a low, guttural moan. She was motionless for a moment, eyes closed, head down, hands resting on Roger’s chest. Then she started humping him, slowly, almost like a heartbeat. Roger’s hands grabbed her ass, but still they fucked with an exquisite slowness.

This was too hot. Helen’s hair hung around her head, swaying back and forth as she fucked him. Their pace steadily increased and soon they were humping in earnest again, their hips slapping together rhythmically.

By now my cock, which had been slumped over like a wet noodle, showed signs of coming back to life.

“They were all wrapped up tightly in eachother’s arms and there wasn’t much for me”

I was still mesmerized by the view before me, but then I saw Helen looking at the signs of my resurrection. “Come on over here and I’ll do something with that for you,” she said. I thought Helen would be worn out by now, but I guess when your workout regimen includes running 25 miles a week, the stamina you develop spills over into other areas.

I stood over Roger, facing Helen and bringing my crotch to her face. Helen swallowed me down at once and began sucking me with such ferocity that I grew to full hardness in seconds. She grabbed my ass and pumped my cock with her mouth and lips while she humped Roger’s cock. The bedroom was drenched in sexual energy.

Helen came first, her hips quivering, her body shuddering, her screams muffled by the cock she wouldn’t release from her mouth. Roger followed a few moments later, growling uncontrollably and thrashing his head from side to side. Then when the pressure built again in my balls, I tried to pull away. But Helen pulled my ass even tighter to her. She held me in her lips as I emptied into her mouth. She swallowed it all and somehow I kept my weakening knees from buckling.

“Whoa, way cool,” I heard Roger say. Only after Helen had sucked me dry did I collapse back onto the bed.

Afterward, we lay sprawled on the bed. I lay with my head on the pillows. Helen lay with her head on my chest and her legs draped over those of Roger, who lay on a slant across the bed. Later, during a lull in the conversation, Helen gazed up at me with one of those come-hither looks. I leaned over and kissed her hard on her inviting lips. Her hand found its way to Roger’s resting member and stroked it idly. I watched it grow in response.

And then we were at it again.