“I’m just not sure it even counts as cheating,” Clara said as I lowered the lid on her double’s hibernation bath.
“Forty-five orgasms,” I mumbled. “You’re going to overload her. What’s she up to now, a hundred and three?”
Clara rolled her eyes. “You didn’t check?”
“We had a rule,” I said.
“I know, but wasn’t that about me not sleeping with your double? Or you sleeping with mine?” she said. “How can I cheat on you with myself?”
“That was the rule!” I was incredulous.
“You said it yourself, I’m incredibly sexy. I resisted for awhile, but you kept pushing me.”
“That’s what a threesome is. Everyone’s involved.”
“Not when it was me and three of you,” she said. “Then it was all hands on me.”
“Well I certainly never heard you complain about that.”
“You couldn’t be content with two women fucking you senseless, you just had to see us kiss.”
Even in my rage, that memory—I had no regrets.
“You never played with one of your doubles?” Clara asked.
“Of course not.”
“You never played with one of their cocks a little bit? Never put one in your mouth?”
“You’re being crude again, Clara.”
To which she made a sound that can only be described as a guffaw.
“I think you’re sexually repressed,” she said.
To which I guffawed.
“I’ve been involved in the orgasms of at least twelve threesomes,” I said.
“Such a repressed thing to say.”
“Just this month!”
“But always on your terms. God forbid you touch a dick.”
“I could touch a dick.”
“God forbid you suck a dick.”
“I could suck a dick, it’d be easy to suck a dick.”
Clara laughed. “Well too bad it’s just Harry and his wives now.”
“Find me a dick,” I shouted. “Find me a dick and I’ll suck it while I fuck you and he can jizz all over my butt or wherever.”
And that’s how I wound up agreeing to a threesome with the fireman next door. Read more »