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Three is Company

A work of fiction by By T A Malone 

                                                                                  

I make a pretty good living. I got a regular 9-5 gig as a customer service manager, and I am one of four owners of a local gym. I also work out there, and although I ain’t got no body building type physique, I’m in good shape, and could out run any twenty something around the block anytime. I do however got a slight gut, because…well I love to eat, and while I do about 400-500 sit-ups a day, I have come to accept, I need a shed to cover my particular tool.

It was a Saturday night. I was drinking with my girlfriend, when my ex-wife called. I looked at the picture of her as my smart phone rang. I wasn’t about to ignore it, for while divorced, we were still on good terms because of our son.

In my time, I’ve learned lacking any of the following three things can break up a marriage: lack of sex, lack of communication/trust and of course a lack of money. 

We were 18 when we got married and 19 when we had our son, so we were young and dumb. I thought being a husband meant only to provide; in other words, keep the roof over our heads. But as any husband knows, you gotta work at work and at home. After a 10-12 hour day at work, and trying to get the gym going, by the time I made it home, I was tired. So as a result, my ex got lonely, and my brother Ian, decided to provide some comfort. 

Ian. My own flesh and blood. Same dad, different mom. I was devastated when I heard about it from a friend of his. My wife was apologetic, but still blamed me for not taking care of all her needs. I understood, but still I couldn’t trust her no more. And Ian…he won’t even come on my side of town. Some fucking brother. His rod ain’t half as big as mine. I was more pissed at him than her. Hell, I saw the prick down in the subway terminal a few months back, and after I blinked, he was running in the other direction. Nonetheless, my marriage was at a crossroads. She craved affection, I craved money. so, we decided to divorce, but vowed to stay civil for our son's sake.

So here it was ten o’clock on a Saturday night, and my ex-wife, with my girlfriend cuddled by my side, was calling. We had a ten year old boy to together. Something could have been wrong so without hesitation, I answered the phone. “Yeah,”

She sighed heavily. I gotta admit, my ex was still freakin' hot. At twenty-eight, she had the same fucking body she had when she was 18. My jock twitched. It might have been her, but it could also have been the porn my girlfriend and I were watching. At the time, a hot threesome was coming to a close...

Talk about foreshadowing…

“The house caught fire.” she finally said after a long silence. "The fucking house caught fire," I could hear her voice crack.

And down went my dic.

“What the fuck?” My girlfriend Ariana looked concerned, as I spoke. “You tried to fry a turkey again?” I quipped…badly. I was just glad she was ok.

“See, what had happened was,” My ex-wife’s name was Tabitha. “The fucks next door were burning some shit in their backyard. So of course I yell over the fence for them to watch that shit. I says 'Watch burnin' whatever the fuck 'ya burnin' back there. don't you feel the fuckin' wind?'

I looked at Ariana who was smiling broadly as my ex told her tale. "Yeah," I said. "She can be a bit long winded," I took the phone off mute.

"So course them fucks just wave me over and we shared a joint. They told me they would be careful. I said 'This some good weed, but dummy, shut down the fuckin' bonfire here. it's fuckin' windy as fuck,' but they kept on burnin' and we kept on blazin'. So finally, I says, 'I'm going back to watch my soaps. don't burn down the fuckin' house ok.' Now how's that for a prophetic fuckin' statement, So anyways, here I goes back in the house to watch my soaps. Next fuckin' thing I know, I'm smelling shit burning. Now I knew it wasn't me. I had fucking chicken salad for lunch. so I knew it wasn't fucking me. Then I remembered. Them fucks. them fucks next door burning...whatever it was they was burning. so I goes out back, angry as fuck, and Joey, when I tell you I was pissed..."

"You was fuckin' pissed," I said.

"I was fucking pissed!" she shouted. "There was fuckin' embers, and fuckin' flaming debris flying all over. hitting our fuckin fence, landing on our fuckin' grass and then it hit our fuckin," her voice cracked, the anger fading while sadness came in. Sadness about the house and her use of the word 'ours.' she knew it, I knew it. I looked at Ariana who just looked at me with a slight smile. "Just listen to her," she mouthed. I nodded.

"The shit blew around and fuckn' around hitin' their house and ours…uh mine.” We had only been divorced two years, and fucked twice after we split. We were still in love. We just could not live together.

“The insurance is paid, so you will be fine.” I replied. "You Ok? You need anything?” I immediately regretted offering anything.

"Anything,"

"Yes,' Ariana replied.

Tabitha hesitated. “Uh, could I crash with yous guys? Just tonight. Mom gets back into to town tomorrow, and I can’t find my key to her place.”

I looked at Ariana who heard the conversation via speaker phone. She had the DVD on pause. The image frozen on screen was of Abella Anderson ridin’ reverse cowgirl. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. My dic twitched again. Ariana was nodding and spoke before I could. “Yeah, come on. You need him to come pick you up?”

I looked at her giving her the universal What the fuck look? Once a month porn, herb and whiskey was our thing, unless it was the holidays, tonight was our night, and after a two week drought, i was eager to let loose. so as usual,I broke out some herb I had for three years now after I helped a friend out by buying the last block he had before he moved to Cali to grow legally. Plus I smoke so sporadically due to the random drug tests my company does, the stuff he gave me was potent as hell, and it seems as if the shit was getting stronger. We hadn't started smoking yet or drinking so I could drive, but damn I sure as hell didn’t feel like it. 

And damn sure didn’t want to pick up my ex-wife when I was trying to lay my girlfriend.

“Thanks hon,” Tabitha said. "Junior ok?"

"He's at a friend's," I responded, still giving Ariana a withering look she was oblivious to.

“Hey,” Ariana yelled. “Bring a bottle from your collection,”

“Fuck yeah,” Tabitha said, proud of her well stocked bar. "You fuckin' got it," she said and hung up.

I looked at Ariana. She was twenty-five, and fresh out of NYU. She was a teacher, and sexy as hell. She is half-black and half-Italian, which my mom loves…being Italian and all. She was smart, beautiful. She had some magnificent C cup tits and an ass that would have made Beyonce check it out twice. “What the fuck?” I said after Tabitha hung up. I figured I had to say it since she obviously did not get the look. “We were in the middle of something here,” I gestured to the porn on the flat screen. We were in the basement and had the house to ourselves, which was another reason why we were smoking. Now my girlfriend invited my ex-wife to come over.

As a guy, I could not see anything-beneficial coming from these two women and I occupying the same space. After all…this was not a Penthouse Forum story.

Ariana looked at me, and I could see just a little of her left nipple as her robe fell open a bit. “She is the mother of your child, and she needs shelter for the night. I'm sure she and I can breathe the same air for one night.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Easy for you to say."

"What you talkin' about?" she cocked her head.

"You and her in the same fuckin place, at the same fuckin' time with me in the fuckn' middle. Jeez. this shit gon' end like a horror movie. 'Dumb Italian Guy Murdered By Girlfriend & Ex-Wife' the headlines will read."

"You are doing a good thing for a person in need," she replied. "I'm afraid I'm still a tad bit befuddled," she replied.

I looked at her. "What's there to be confused about?" I said. "You got a temper...she got a temper...I'm just saying shit could get explosive here. That's all I'm sayin'. shit could get rowdy,"

"Check out the jock knowing the big vocabulary word," she teased. She grazed her well manicured right hand down my left arm, lingering at my biceps. "Relax. that's what the weed and drink will be for-"

"She's an angry fuckin' drunk," I reminded her.

"Once again...weed," Ariana's hand now went up my arm, this time loitering around my deltoid and collar bone. "Relax Big Poppa. I'll be cool. she had a rough night. oh shit...what about your son?"

"Let Junior have his fun. We'll tell him about the house when we pick him up." I sighed. "Fine," I said. "I'll go get her and she can stay in the fucking basement.”

"Now that would be something your son could brag about. 'My dad made my Mom spend the night in his basement all alone after her house caught fire." Ariana gave me a withering look. “Classy move dad." she stood up, straightening her robe, hiding her lovely rack. "If she’s in the basement, you are on the couch,”

I looked at her, and couldn’t stay mad at the beautiful woman before me. So I grunted, put on my sneaks and went to the garage.

“And don't forget to smile, and be fuckin' nice!” Ariana said. “She’s having a bad night!”

It was an excruciating twenty minutes before I arrived at my old house. The firetrucks were still there, and then i saw her. standing on the porch two duffel bags, and a suitcase surrounding her. As usual, she was hot. Blond hair in a neat ponytail, perfect make up and her tits were barely contained beneath a tight V-neck sweater. We locked eyes, and my cock twitched. I had since put on a sweatshirt, a t-shirt and sweatpants. My cock was snug beneath a pair of boxer briefs, but when I got out the car Tabitha’s eyes still drifted to glance at a bulge she knew since she was sixteen.

“Hey,” I said giving her a hug, genuinely happy to see her.

She hugged me back, tight, and I took a long, sad look at the place I used to call home. Facing it, the whole left side was blackened by soot, and flames. The worse was over. Now only smoke poured out from the window that was my son’s room. I closed my eyes and spoke from my heart. “Glad you are ok Babe,”

She nodded, and when she disengaged, I could see tears. We said nothing as I put her luggage in the trunk, while she went and sat in the passenger seat. When I got in the car, she held up a black plastic bag. “Drink,” she said.

The twenty minute ride back went a lot faster, but Tabitha was silent for the most part. Until we pulled up. She looked at me, “Thanks,” she said. “I needed to be around family,” and with that she got out the car.

Ariana sat tantalizingly on the sofa now clad in a pair of tight short shorts, and t-shirt. Her perky tits bounced mildly as she came over to give Tabitha a hug, and I did not fail to notice Tabitha taking a gander at my lady's bosom. She opened up the black bag she clutched, revealing an almost full bottle of Crown Royal Canadian whiskey. “Where’s the glasses?”

We went deeper into the basement Tabitha took a sniff of the air. “You still tokin' on that shit you got from Red,”

I laughed. “Fuck yeah. More than half still left,”

Tabitha laughed, as we shared a sexy memory. Whenever we smoked, it led to mind-blowing sex. She was a good girl, raised in the church, so it was hard for her to be free sexually…I guess. Give her a drink, and add some weed, she was a sexual tigress. Ariana was a sexual beast high, or not. That is how she got me.

The TV was on Cinemax, and we were watching some action flick. I lit the herb, Ariana got glasses, and Tabitha poured the Crown after I opened it. We sat back and drank. The conversation was pleasant, and non-confrontational. Yet, as the time and the weed passed while the drinks flowed, the conversation turned…to me.

"So tell me," Tabitha said to Ariana. "Does he still fuckin' fart whenever...wherever?"

"Oh my God yes!" Ariana agreed. "Just last week we were at the store, and he let loose a silent one when we were walking to checkout,"

"You complaining'" I said. "But that line sure got a whole lot shorter, a whole lot quicker,"

"Oh yeah," Ariana replied. she looked at Tabitha. "He had to make it home to watch UFC,"

"He still likes that fake shit?"

Ariana shook her head. "That's WWE. UFC is real, and I gotta admit, I kinda like it,"

"Oh that fuckin' thing where they use their feet and hands," Tabitha grinned. "I like that too...especially when they are on top of each other,"

"You know," Ariana sat forward, "I kinda like gay porn. Two hard cocks...cummin. Wow. that really turns me on."

"Me too," Tabitha said coming over to sit beside me to my right. while Ariana was on my left. I noticed they were passing the cigar between them, not only leaving me out of the conversation, but the rotation as well. "He likes lesbians,"

"I've been with a girl or two," Ariana said, surprising Tabitha and I. "Twice when I was in a threesome,"

"Nice time to tell me," I said intercepting the blunt.

"You never asked," was her giddy reply.

“Whatever,” I said high as hell. I took another hit, and passed it to her.

"I like black cocks," Tabitha said. "Never been with one, but wouldn't mind,"

"What you mean you never been with a black guy cock?" Ariana giggled, grabbing my cock through my clothes. I was too high and caught off guard to do anything but gasp in pleasure. “He has a black guy cock.”

Tabitha laughed as she took a hit. She held it in as she talked. “And he can fuck,”

Ariana was rubbing it, and it went from semi hard to rock hard in seconds. She was a masseuse as well. “Can’t dance worth a damn, but he can fuck,”

Tabitha looked at my cock, which was straining against my pants and underwear. “Hey baby,” she said looking at me. “Truth,”

I looked at her. When I got high, I spoke the truth. Why I do not know, but I did. Tabitha knew this, and was probably setting me up for something I was going to regret later.

“Which one of us gives the best head?”

I looked at her. “Come on,”

Ariana smiled. “Yeah baby who gives the best head?” she took my cock out and stroked it.

My mouth fell open. “Uh, uh,” I stuttered speechless.

Tabitha grinned. “I say we find out,”

Ariana grinned. “Me first,”

“Holy shit,” I sighed as her full lips engulfed my cock. Tabitha was watching, and I watched as her huge nipples became visible from beneath her sweater. Soon her eyes met mine, and she leaned in and kissed me.

The cigar full of weed had since burned out, and I put the remaining portion down on the table, careful not to disturb the sexual groove we had. Soon, Tabitha’s tits were out, and in my mouth. She wore White Diamonds perfume, and I buried my face in her cleavage, basking in the scent as I eagerly sucked her overly sensitive right nipple in my mouth, bringing a sigh from her lips as Ariana’s hand moved up and down my shaft in rhythm with her mouth.

Tabitha kissed her way down my body, “My turn,” she said gently taking my cock from Ariana. For a second they were each kissing my cock, and it grew even more. They moaned in unison and soon Tabitha alone was sucking and teasing me. Occasionally, Ariana would lick or play with my balls. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. There were moments I felt two tongues on my dic, and multiple hands sensually and lovingly stroking my shaft, taking me to a level of bliss I had never known before. I groaned in pleasure. Then it stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw my girlfriend and my ex-wife kissing deeply. Tabitha’s round meaty tits were in Ariana’s hands. I blinked twice still amazed by the site before me, and flipped the TV back to the DVD. It was still on pause, and I hit play.

The girls did not stop. They were soon naked and playing with each other. Tabitha was on the bottom, and Ariana took Tabitha's pretty pussy in her mouth. Tabitha sighed, as I slid my cock between her sweet lips.

This was a dream come true. I always wanted a threesome, but since I was a part time college student, who worked for a living, I never got to experience “college life”, or at least the sex filled college life displayed in porn and regular movies. Anyway, this shit was freaky, as long as I did not think about what might happen tomorrow.

Right now, my girlfriend was eating the shit out of my ex-wife’s pussy, who was giving me head from hell. Man, this was wild. The pussy eating must have been good, for Tabitha took my cock out of her sexy mouth to groan. She hand a handful of Ariana’s curly hair in her hand, and began grinding her pelvis against Ariana’s lips, and tongue. My girl could suck a cock, and obviously, she could eat a pussy. One more thing we had in common. Tabitha closed her eyes, a smile forming on her pretty face.

My cinnamon colored queen looked up, pussy juice anointing her lips. “Oh, I wanna see you two fuck,” she hissed, dragging out the word fuck. Tabitha leaned down to softly kiss Ariana’s fully lips, while stroking my cock with her right hand. I noticed at first, Tabitha’s own left hand was playing with her mound of delight, while Ariana played with her own. Soon however, the women briefly linked hands while still kissing, and then soon were playing with each other, all the while, Tabitha kept stroking me. I didn’t need no mirror to know I was grinning from ear to ear.

Tabitha sat me down on the couch, and facing me, climbed on my rigid cock. Her pussy was hotter than July, causing me to moan in ecstasy. It was remarkably tight, which might have explained why she was riding me with pure abandon. Ariana came towards me, her naked brown skin, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. I got even harder as we kissed. She smiled at me, then got behind Tabitha, grabbed and gently massaged her right tit, while sensually trailing her right hand down Tabitha’s supple body. Tabitha groaned, eager for Ariana’s hand to finally find its way to her clit.

Ariana smiled at me as her index finger softly played with Tabitha’s little love button.  After a moment, she moved her hand in a circular motion, matching the rhythm of our fucking. Tabitha’s eyes rolled upwards as she began to bounce faster, while Ariana’s hand continued to play, Tabitha’s groan’s grew more intense and I felt her pussy juices flowing more rapidly down my bulging shaft. I cupped her full ass, feeling her getting wetter, and wetter. Tabitha’s blond hair hung freely about her shoulders. the ribbon tying it into a ponytail lay beside me on the sofa, a silent bystander to our erotic play. After years of fucking her, I could tell she was about to explode. My cock, plus Ariana’s hand were too much for her, and her face twisted in pleasure.

Now if Tabitha had a draw back during sex, it was that she had an ugly cum face. It was more like a cum frown.

“I’m cumin,” she hissed. “Oh my God, I am cumin,” she said her face beginning to contort.

“Relax,” Ariana sighed in her ear, following it up with a soft kiss to the bottom of her neck, then Ariana trailed her lips and tongue up and down the right side of Tabitha's neck. Her right hand stayed on her pretty pearl, but her left was rubbing my ex’s right shoulder blade. Tabitha’s body relaxed, and the cum face began to dissipate. She relaxed her once rigid body, while her pussy began to tighten around me, as an almost unbearable yet incredibly pleasurable heat enveloped my shaft. I watched her face, while Ariana kept kissing her neck and rubbing her clit and shoulder. “Relax,” Ariana repeated and soon, Tabitha’s head fell back, her mouth agape. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said softly. Her overly sensitive right nipple was hard, and neglected. I wet my fingers, and took the nipple in my hand, playing with it while maintaining a handful of her luscious ass with the other.

Without warning, she began to move faster, but left her pelvis against mine. She began to move in circles, saying nothing but “Ah, ah, ah”. Ariana’s hand matched Tabitha’s motions. “Ah, ah, ah” her pussy got wetter.  

“Ah, ah, ah”

Ariana smiled at me, and rubbed Tabitha’s clit harder,

“Ah, ah, ah,” Then Tabitha's suddenly eyes grew wide. "Ahhh!" she screamed.

Tabitha came with a blast of wet juice drowning my dic, and running down my ass crack. She jumped off my dic, crying out, as her own sexual nectar flowed unhindered. She gazed at Ariana and I as she scooted away into a corner of the sofa. Ariana looked at her, smiling, but you could hear the concern in her voice. “Are you ok?” Ariana asked holding out a hand.

“I…I…” Tabitha stammered. “I have never cum like that before,”

“Mmm,” Ariana groaned "Let me taste," and went down on Tabitha. Tabitha feebly tried to move, but in a way she wanted Ariana’s tongue back and after a few slow, sensual and soft licks. Tabitha cried out, and came again, this time, the cum face was back. Ariana groaned. “Damn you taste sweet,” she came up, and without even looking lowered herself reverse cowgirl style onto me. Two strokes up and down, and a pool of cum was at the base, glazing my cock each time she moved. Her sexy ass bounced lusciously, as I felt  her delightful pussy, get wetter. I lit the weed, and smoked. I was about to cum, so I wanted to relax so I could last a little longer. Tabitha was watching us, rubbing her clit slowly, as her tongue hung sexily out the right side of her mouth.

It was not long before Ariana said one of my favorite phrases in the English language, “I’m cumin,”

I took a deep hit, relaxed as hell. No orgasm for me in the near future. Her ass looked great, and bounced faster and faster as her orgasm flowed. She hopped off my cock, her cum oozing out of her pussy. I jammed my cock back in as she her bent over the coffee table, with her round tight booty in the air. Soon Ariana began to slam her hips back into mine as she came again, covering my manhood with her own creamy, sexy glaze. I did not feel anything except the ocean flowing from Ariana and when Ariana’s legs began to shake, and I looked at Tabitha who was shaking from yet another orgasm my cock grew rigid. I took another hit knowing, I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Ariana began to slam her hips back into mine even faster crying out “Oh, ah, oh, ah oh shit!” as she unleashed another torrent of her sweet nectar. She then swiftly turned on her back and I slid back in, just like she liked it, her legs trembling as another orgasm ravaged her body. I swiveled my hips slamming into her five more times, while staring hungrily at her rock hard nipples. Soon I cried out, no longer able or willing to contain my own explosion. So I snatched my turgid cock out, and Tabitha took my throbbing shaft in her hand as I unleashed two weeks of overdue cum all over Ariana's beautiful body, making Tabitha cum again on her own fingers as she watched me explode. 

I could not believe it. I had sex with my ex-wife and current girlfriend. This was some porno type shit, I would never forget. I just had the wildest sex with the only two women –outside of family- I ever loved. Together they just gave me the greatest sexual experience of my life. I sat back, wrapping a big meaty arm around them both, as they cuddled up on either side of me, Ariana covering us with a quilt we kept downstairs.

For now, I was in heaven. For this night, I was a king.

Yet tomorrow was a different story. For tomorrow, I would be a dead man.

Tabitha would be sober and regret what went down, while Ariana would feel the need to over think what happened, and analyze it to death.

…or so I thought…

But that is another story, for another time.

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