Rick and I became fast friends our first year on campus. Serious students, we blew off steam with various capers like the ad we hacked into the Homecoming game program acknowledging the many contributions of Physics to sports.
Mandy was his year-behind high school sweetheart who arrived sophomore year. With the dimpled smile of a model and the body of a beach volleyball player, she was way out of our league, but for some reason she loved Rick. A Math major, she joined us on the Dean’s list and became a co-conspirator in our escapades.
We all finished our PhDs at the same time and ended up at the same prestigious nuclear research facility. Rick invented theories, I built experiments, and Mandy did the equations and calculations—along with a thousand other scientists, of course.
They had married before we started graduate school. I continued my usual pattern of two- or three-year relationships but thought I had finally found one that would last in Terry. For Mandy’s birthday, the four of us were going to stay at a famous coastal resort that required reservations a year in advance. Rick and I would play the exclusive golf course while the women got world-class spa pampering.
It was fancy and romantic enough that I had planned to propose to Terry there, but when I mentioned the idea of marriage a month before, she promptly moved out. Only the golf and Mandy’s insistence kept me from staying home that weekend.
We were in adjoining rooms and had an after-dinner drink in theirs Friday evening.
“There’s something I would like for my birthday,” Mandy began. “We’ve thought about it over the years, but the timing was never right. We would never do anything to interfere with your relationships, but since you aren’t in one at the moment… You’re the only one I would trust enough…”
Her pause seized my attention.
“…to try a threesome.”
“We don’t want it to change anything between us,” Rick added before I could react. “It’s a one-time thing, just this weekend, just in this room. If we don’t like it, we’ll stop. We won’t talk about it anywhere else and when we go home, everything will go back to normal.”
Stunned, I half-wondered if it was a prank, but their earnest expressions proved their sincerity. There was no way I could say “no” to my best friend. Moreover, from the day we first met, it had taken discipline to control my genetic lust for Mandy—any male would want her as a mate. When she would sneak into my fantasies, I had to make her a soap opera twin or a sci-fi clone—I dared not let myself think of Rick’s wife that way.
Although unable to look at either as we undressed, when I settled on the bed next to Mandy, I couldn’t help but stare at her flawless athletic body.
“Be my guest,” Rick gestured to her other breast before bending to suck a nipple.
Her sigh thawed my mental stiffness while inspiring a physical one. She lifted my head and kissed me, her warm welcoming lips unlocking my practiced oral repertoire. Her husband slowly traveled downward, allowing my hands to massage her breasts. When he moved between her legs, his juicy slurping demonstrated her substantial arousal.
“Let’s get better acquainted,” Mandy purred as she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me.
Her warm softness against me, her eyes meeting mine, I felt like a virgin again, my heart racing with joy and expectation. When the tip of my cock touched her hot, wetness, my ecstatic cry turned into a moan as she absorbed me into her.
We started slowly, my thrusting meeting her grinding. My hands stroked from her shoulders to her firm ass. I forgot about Rick until I felt him climb back onto the bed. Mandy tried to hold still but couldn’t help squirming as he lubed her rear entrance. All three held our breath as he inched his way in. Feeling his presence through her flesh made me shiver with anticipation.
Mandy rocked in response and so did I. After a minute of uncoordinated attempts to find a rhythm, she suggested we try alternating our movements. Her crystalline laugh broke the tension as she counted us off like a physical trainer. We finally found some patterns that worked well.
Being scientists, we had to experiment with other double penetration positions. Some were too difficult to maintain; others failed comically; all added to the adventure of it. Concluding our first idea was the best, we returned to that arrangement. With fresh lube and any awkwardness long dispersed, the three of us vigorously fucked to a glorious culmination.
Rick collapsed onto Mandy, letting me luxuriate in the feel of her pressed tightly against me. When the afterglow faded, we cleaned up and snuggled into a Mandy sandwich for the night.
“That’s one way to help me forget about what’s-her-name,” I quipped.
Rick and I woke before dawn for our early tee time. Mandy could sleep a few more hours until her spa appointment. Our thrill from playing that course was augmented by the memories of the night before. We exchanged silly glances whenever the word “hole” was spoken, but he reminded me of the rules whenever I seemed ready to say something about what had happened.
“Tonight, she is in charge,” he explained when we returned to our rooms.
We stood naked at attention when she returned from her spa day. Mandy looked like an exotic princess in billowy translucent harem pants that showed off her legs and ass and a short top that exposed her tight midriff. She paced in front of us.
“I am Mistress Alpha. You are Beta,” she addressed her husband. “You are Gamma,” she said to me.
“Beta, champagne,” she ordered. “Gamma, move the chair. And the table.” She pointed to where she wanted them.
Rick got the bottle from the minibar and opened it. Setting the glass next to her, he poured but it foamed over.
“What a mess! Gamma, clean this up. Beta, turn around and bend over.”
I watched as he obeyed. She produced a foot-long leather paddle and gave him ten swats. Halfway through, she glared at me as I stood gaping, making me hurry to get a towel and mop up the spill.
“You’re next, Gamma, for gawking when you had a task to do.” I took his place and received my punishment.
Room service knocked at the door and she told him to come in. Rick and I dashed out of sight while a young stud wheeled in the dinner she ordered. He leered at her appearance while she flirted and gave him a big tip.
“Come serve me,” she called when he left.
We set the table for her—there was only one meal on the cart—and took turns serving the courses and pouring wine and water. Filling her glass too full or not refilling it soon enough, standing in her line of sight while she ate, and clinking while stirring her coffee, all earned more discipline. When she finished, we quickly packed things back on the cart—receiving further whacks for being noisy—and rolled it into the hallway, being careful not to be seen.
Mandy disappeared into their bathroom and emerged wearing a short black silk robe and garterless stockings.
“I want to have some fun. As bad as you’ve been, maybe I should see when that room service guy gets off duty,” she teased.
“We apologize, Mistress. Please give us a chance to make it up to you,” Rick spoke for both of us.
“Let’s see what your chances are,” she stood in front of us. “Do rock-paper-scissors. Two out of three.”
The loser was penalized, as were both of us on several tie rounds, and we both had red asses before I finally won.
“Beta, you have to lick my ass,” she said, untying her robe and tossing it on a chair. “Gamma, you get to suck my cock.”
Under the robe, she wore only a black lace bustier; something dangled between her legs. Rick immediately descended behind her, which spurred me to kneel in front and avoid more spanks. When I got close, I could see it was a strapless strapon, a realistic dildo held in place by the end wedged inside her. I tentatively licked the tip, but with one hand on it and the other on my head, she stuffed it into my mouth.
“Gamma, you’re going to want that slippery,” she taunted ominously. “Beta, get that tongue in there. I want you to taste what I had for breakfast.”
My action on the phallus was transmitted against her pussy and as well, with the other end of it, deep inside her. Between that and Rick’s tongue, we soon had her dancing.