Zoe's phone buzzed on her desk. There was a sigh from the next cubicle over.

"Sorry, Mr. Williams," she called, reaching for her device. Phones were supposed to be on silent during work hours, but she didn't want to miss a single message.

The texts had been flying with Ethan since their last meeting at The Swan. A lot of them were about sex. What they had enjoyed, what they didn't enjoy, what they wanted to try next. They had started to talk about other things, too. They'd talked about their families, their hobbies, the ice-cream flavours they loved and hated. He felt familiar to chat with, comfortable.

This latest text was from Mila. Mila was a girl friend Zoe had known since University, and they caught up every week for drinks, chats, advice, support. Zoe had told Mila about her encounters with Ethan, the magic of it all, the sense of freedom that came with it. And Mila had put forward an... interesting proposition.

Ethan seemed enthusiastic about the idea. It would take some scheduling to make work, he had said, but he could pull it off. If Zoe made a booking for her and Mila at The Swan for a couple's massage, he'd take care of the rest.

Zoe read Mila's message.

"Tonight? x"

Zoe smiled to herself. The "x" conjured an image in her mind, a distant, faded thing now, but still special to her. Mila was the only woman Zoe had ever experimented with. They'd agreed to try sleeping together in University, just to see what it was like. They'd both enjoyed it, but both had felt it wasn't where their true passions lay.

Mila had left before Zoe woke up. Mila, always sexy and cheeky, had left a blank note on the pillow, simply signed "x" with a winky face.

Zoe replied to Mila's text. "Tonight. See you there." She took a deep breath. She was nervous, but excited. She'd never had a threesome before.

--

They met in the carpark of The Swan at 6.30pm. The sun had already set, and the sky was the calm pale blue of twilight.

Mila was beautiful. Her parents were Korean, and she had always dressed with a sexy classiness that Zoe envied. It wasn't the only thing about Mila that she envied. Mila had been blessed with gorgeous breasts, large enough to catch the eyes of men whenever they went out, not too large to keep Mila from chasing her athletic pursuits. Her long legs and slim waist got her a lot of attention, too.

"Zoe!" Mila hugged her tight. "This is the place?"

"This is the place." Why did she feel so nervous suddenly? She'd known Mila most of her life, and she was more than comfortable with Ethan.

Mila grabbed her hand. "Well, girlfriend," she winked. "Let's go and get our massage!"

The familiar door chime sounded as they entered, and Mark greeted them with the same friendly smile that she had become used to.

"Couple's massage, 6.45?"

"That's us," Mila grabbed Zoe's arm, leaning her head on her shoulder.

Zoe smiled at the goofiness of it all.

"That's strange..." Mark frowned at the computer screen. "It looks like only Ethan is available. Usually we'd have two staff on for a couple's massage..."

Ethan's voice came from across the room as he strode across the floor towards them. "No problem, Mark. Andrew is sick so I sent him home. I've booked these two for a longer session. I'll just have to work on them both myself." He shot the girls a sly grin.

"Well, fine with me," Mark glanced at his watch. "I'll have to head off at 7.30, so if you're working late just lock up after yourself."

"Of course." Ethan turned to the girls again. "Zoe, Mila, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you to the massage room."

--

The room was larger than the previous ones Zoe had seen at The Swan. It had the same warm decor, a shower at the back of the room like last time, but now two massage tables filled the space. They were pushed together, side by side, to form one big table.

"If you'd like to get undressed and lie face down on the tables, I'll be back soon." In the privacy of the room, Ethan's voice was lower, deeper, and had a husky, hushed quality to it. It made Zoe's spine tingle delightfully.

The door clicked closed behind him, and the women began to slip out of their clothes.

"So, how does this work?" Mila asked, while she folded her blouse. "I mean, I've had threesomes before, of course, but I've never had a masseur. Does he massage you first? Massage after? Does he stick his dick through the hole in the table?"

I've had threesomes before, of course. The words echoed through Zoe's head. Maybe that was why she was so nervous. Mila was so experienced. She'd had a parade of attractive boyfriends throughout her 20s, and even now was in an open relationship. Whereas Zoe had only been with her two previous long-term partners.

They lay face down on their massage tables, faces through the padded holes.

Zoe was still in her own head. There was the health concern too... but that should have been taken care of... right?

"Um Mila. You did get tested before this, right?"

She heard the smile in Mila's voice. "Of course, hun. I wouldn't put you at risk. I'm guessing you did?"

"Yeah, of course."

"I did too." Ethan's voice made both the Zoe jump. He chuckled. "Sorry! I tend to walk quietly at work. Hazard of the trade."

Ethan's legs appeared at the head of the table, just off to the side. He was standing between them, and Zoe knew they could both see the same thing through the table's face holes. He was naked already, and his cock was hard.

"Mmm," Zoe heard from Mila, and she felt it too. It looked delicious, standing out horizontally from him, a bead of pre-cum already on the exposed head.

His voice came softly from above them. "I'll start with a gentle massage for you both. And then we'll see where we end up."

Zoe nodded silently.

Mila said, "sounds good, stud."

Sounds good, STUD? Is that how she talked to her guys?

Zoe felt Ethan's familiar hands on her shoulders, the scented oil warm on her skin, his firm pressure feeling like safety, and care. She felt any tension she had about tonight begin to ease out of her, seeping into the bed beneath her.

She passed in and out of daydream. Eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hands soothing her knots. And eyes open, gazing at that cock.

His hands left her, and he moved to the right. She heard Mila moan, and she smiled for her friend. She reached out a hand, brushing Mila's arm, finding her hand, and their fingers intertwined. Mila's hand moved up and down slowly, as Ethan worked her shoulders. The wet, rhythmic sound of oil on skin sent Zoe into another daydream.

The tables shook slightly, bringing Zoe back to reality. She felt Ethan's knee brush her leg - he was climbing up between them, from the foot of the table.

His hand grasped her wrist, and gently pulled her and Mila's hands apart. His knees shuffled up the table between the two women. Zoe moved her hand around blindly, trying to make contact with that beautiful cock, but he caught her wrist again with a chuckle and placed it down on the bed beside his leg.

Her hand was on her lower back, and she guessed his other hand was on Mila's. It made small circular motions either side of her spine, beginning to gently work the muscles. Each circle moved slowly down, and down, and down...

His hand ran over her left hip, down her left butt cheek, down her thigh, the heel of his hand putting pressure on the back of her leg. Mila let out another moan. She had always complained about cramps in those long runner's legs.

Then his hand was on her right leg, his fingers on the inner edge, thumb pressing into the back of her knee, the back of her thigh, slowly inching upwards until...

She moaned automatically as the side of his index finger met her pussy, and she heard Mila do the same. His thumb pressed into her leg just below her ass, and he moved the rest of his hand up and down, teasing her lips, sending tingles through her.

As the wetness began to spread from her opening, it collected on his fingers. He spread it further between her lips, then lifted his hand and dragged the wetness up, across her perineum, and onto her ass.

Then, slowly, she felt his hand twist. Two fingertips found her opening, and began to slowly slide in. Pleasure swelled within her as his fingers went deeper. It must be his middle and ring fingers, she thought, both thick, and long.

As his fingers reached their full depth, she felt other fingers press into her lips and mound, curving to grip her gently. She then felt a light touch on her ass, and his thumb began to press between her cheeks, finding her asshole.

He curled his fingers within her, rocking his hand back and forth, thick finger pad rubbing against the wall between ass and pussy, while his thumb moved on her asshole, making her pelvis quiver with sensation. Another moan escaped her, and she realised that Mila was moaning too.

"Oh my god!" Mila gasped. "Holy shit, Ethan."

"You ladies like that?" Ethan said.

Another pang of... something... passed through Zoe. Jealousy? Why?

She lifted herself up on her elbows, feeling her breasts come free from the bed, and turned to look behind her.

God, he looked good. He had his legs tucked under him, sitting on his feet in the same way they did in Japanese TV shows at dinnertime. His trim body was leaning back slightly, to get the right angle for his fingers to enter the two women, and his cock stood up, proud and stiff.

"I think it's our turn to have some fun," she said.

Mila lifted her head and raised herself up too, her larger, fuller breasts not leaving the table. She grinned at Zoe. "I agree."

Zoe wriggled her ass forwards, sighing silently with some regret as his fingers left her pussy. She stood up on her knees, and Mila did the same. The wonder in Ethan's eyes was unmistakable, and she loved to see the joy on his face.

Strangely to her, his gaze didn't seem to linger on Mila any longer than it lingered on herself. It gazed at them both, back and forth, up and down, with the same hunger.

Zoe shuffled forwards on her knees. She put a hand on his chest and pushed him backwards slowly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mila guide his legs out from under him so that he could lie on his back. Mila deftly got down from the bed to fetch a couple of pillows for his head.

Meanwhile, Zoe straddled his waist, her pussy slick against his flat stomach. She took his face in her hands and kissed him.

As she pulled away he tried to lift his face to meet her breasts, but she shuffled backwards quickly, a cheeky grin on her face.

She resisted the temptation to take him right then, resisted the almost magnetic pull as her pussy glided along and past his cock.

She straddled his right leg, feeling his calf muscle against her pussy lips, and leaned forward to hold his cock. She kissed the head, gently, savouring the taste of his precum on her lips.

He moaned, quietly and Zoe began to stroke his cock.

She felt Mila climb up beside her, straddling his other leg. Mila rested her head on his thigh, gazing across to Zoe. Mila silently mouthed, "thank you.'

Zoe smiled back, and nodded at his cock. Mila grinned.

As Zoe held his cock at the base, stroking the lower half with small, slow motions, Mila began to suck the upper half.

Zoe was fascinated by her technique. Mila's tongue circled the thread of skin on the base of his cock where the head met the shaft, teasing him, making his cock twitch and jump. Each twitch accompanied by a gasp from Ethan.

When she took his cock in her mouth, Mila moaned a lot, more than Zoe felt was genuine. But Ethan responded to her moans, every moan of hers accompanied by a small thrust of his pelvis, his hands clenching.

While the other two moaned together, Zoe explored the base of his cock. She wanted to contribute to his pleasure. She squeezed his cock tightly, kissing his thighs, running her teeth along the ridge of his leg, and coming back to his trimmed balls. She licked them, gently at first, then harder, before pulling one into her mouth.

He shuddered, and she heard him move his upper body. His voice came clearly - he must be up on his elbows. "Oh my god, Zoe, yes..."

She smiled and continued to suck his ball, each build up of pressure met with a moan from Ethan.

Soon, Mila whispered in her ear. "Let's swap!"

Zoe gave his cock one last squeeze before lifting herself up.

Mila dipped down to take her place, sucking and nibbling, arching her back as she did, her ass accentuated by her slim waist. But Ethan wasn't paying her much attention. He was up on his elbows, gazing directly at Zoe.

Zoe kept his gaze, slowly lowering her face to his cock. It was shaking around a little with Mila's work further down, but she held it steady and, not losing his eye contact, took his head into her mouth.

He shut his eyes briefly, bliss crossing his face, as he mouthed, "Zoe...".

She released him with a small pop, then took him in her mouth again, and again. And then, with her lips around his cock, she tried moaning.

It came out more like a hum. She felt the vibrations in her lips, and immediately felt him twitch in her mouth. She moaned again, and put her tongue at that spot under his head, circling and pressing, and heard him moan again, loudly, in response.

His thrusts increased, deeper than before, but still slow. His eyes still followed Zoe's eyes, her mouth.

Mila's hand released his cock, and she began to kiss his shaft, first at the base, then running her lips up and up, until her lips brushed Zoe's. Then she took Zoe's chin in her hand, turned her from Ethan's cock, and kissed her deeply.

Zoe hadn't kissed a woman in a long time, not since the night she shared with Mila. It felt different. More gentle, tender, delicate, but with a passion and a ferocity that surprised her.

Mila grabbed Ethan's cock in her hand, and wrapped her lips around it, taking it deep into her mouth. She pulled back, releasing it with a gasp, a trail of saliva joining his cock to her mouth. Zoe would usually be turned off by something that visceral, but something about this mood, this moment, excited her.

Mila pointed his cock at Zoe, and Zoe did the same, taking it as deeply as she could, letting her teeth trail gently along the top, feeling his veins and the texture along her lips, before releasing him.

"I need," gasped Ethan, "I need to fuck you."

"Stand up." Mila said, authority in her voice. She pulled Zoe backwards to free Ethan's legs. He turned and slipped off the bed, and Mila twisted to sit on the side, her legs hanging off the edge. She pulled Zoe on top, to straddle her.

This felt familiar, thought Zoe. They'd done this during their experimentation.

Zoe felt a lick on her nipple, and a warmth as Mila took her other breast in her hand. She wrapped her arms around Mila's neck, and began to grind her pussy on Mila, her lips sliding across the top of Mila's pubic bone.

She felt Ethan's hand on her back, pushing both her and Mila onto the bed, Mila on her back with Zoe on top. Ethan pulled Mila towards him. Gazing down the gap between their two bodies, Zoe saw Ethan's cock rubbing on Mila's pussy as he stood at the side of the bed, their two pussies right at the edge.

She looked down at her friend's face now, inches from hers, and saw the moment his cock entered Mila. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her mouth falling slack with a silent moan. Her body rocked up the bed slightly, her large breasts brushing Zoe's hanging nipples.

Zoe leaned in and kissed her friend, tasting the lip gloss that Mila always wore mixed with the taste of Ethan. She bit Mila's lip, exploring her mouth with her tongue, as Ethan's strokes became faster, and harder.

She felt his hand on her ass, his thumb pressing on her asshole, while he fucked Mila's pussy. Between the massage oil and her own wetness, his thumb slid in easily, only a small distance, but enough to ignite her own pleasure. She sucked harder on Mila's tongue.

Mila broke their kiss to shout. "Harder! Fuck me harder!", before grabbing Zoe's head and pulling her back in to kiss her again.

Mila came loudly, desperately, holding Zoe down on top of her, her nails digging into Zoe's back, their breasts pressed together, with Zoe's pussy resting on Mila's stomach.

When Mila's orgasm eased her breathing came in short gasps.

"Oh my god, Zoe." She let out a breathless laugh. "Where did you FIND this guy?"

Zoe chuckled and looked over her shoulder.

Ethan put a hand on the side of Zoe's ass, gently pushing her sideways off of Mila, and onto her back.

He was breathless too, but still hard. "Your turn."

Zoe shuffled her pussy to the edge of the bed. Finally, she would have him.

He looked at her with a serious gaze. Something in his eyes was different. Like he was trying to tell her something. He grabbed her hips with a firm grip, almost painful, pulling her closer to him. He put his hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs further apart, before resting his cock on her pussy lips.

His eyes never left hers.

Mila, her legs still shaking slightly, walked on her knees across the table to them, and straddled Zoe, her pussy hanging over Zoe's face. Before Ethan vanished from view, Zoe saw something cross his features. Impatience? Annoyance?

Mila giggled, and lowered her pussy to Zoe's mouth. Zoe had never done this during their experiment. She touched her friend's lips tentatively with her tongue, moving the soft, delicate curtains, tasting her Mila's wetness. It tasted much like her own, but different too.

Then she felt Ethan's cock begin to slide into her own pussy. His wide head made her gasp like before. She felt the stretch in her pussy as that head pushed down through her, the girth filling her completely.

He lifted her legs slightly, adjusting the angle of her hips, and as he slowly pulled out the sensation was different, his cock rubbing along on the inner wall more firmly, her clit tingling and throbbing.

She tried to return some attention to Mila. She grabbed her friend's ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks apart, and plunging her tongue deep into pussy folds. She licked further and further back, before she found Mila's pussy opening. Drawing from the memories of what she enjoyed when a man was serving her with his mouth, she ran her tongue around the opening, before pressing inwards a small way, targeting the sensitive nerves just inside the entrance.

Mila moaned and fell forward further. As Ethan thrust his cock in and out, Zoe felt Mila's head tilt sideways and begin to tease her clit.

Zoe felt the waves of pleasure begin to build, her clit igniting under her friend's tongue, her g-spot stimulated by Ethan's thrusting, her pussy filled and stretched by his cock's head.

She moaned suddenly, the sound muffled by Mila's thighs, but Ethan must have heard it. His increasing speed steadied and he continued with the same pace and depth. Mila heard too, and her previously exploratory licking became concentrated, stable.

Zoe wrapped her arms around Mila's waist, pulling the woman's hips down towards her, pulling her pussy into her face. Zoe's own hips began to thrust of their own accord. She couldn't have stopped if she had wanted to.

She buried her mouth in Mila's pussy, knowing that her moans were vibrating through her friend. Zoe began to shake as the waves of orgasm passed through her. The nerves of her body were alive, hyper sensitive. She felt Mila's pussy under her tongue, thighs around her ears, her breasts pressed tight against Mila's stomach, Mila's breasts heavy on hers, nipples pressing into her flesh, and Mila's tongue on her clit. While inches from Mila's mouth, Ethan's cock thrust in again, and again, and again...

She was hardly aware when Mila lifted herself gently up and swung her legs over to leave the table. The air felt cool on Zoe's face now, as she fought to catch her breath. She twitched, her body wracked with the aftershocks of her coming, her pussy throbbing, still clenching and unclenching, gripping the cock that was still within her.

The warmth that seemed to fill her whole body told her that Ethan had come, too.

He was still holding her legs in the air, tenderly kissing her ankle, her calf, while his hand stroked her outer thigh. Mila appeared at his side, rising on tip toes and kissing his cheek. He didn't appear to notice.

Mila paused, watching them for a moment, then smiled. "I'll leave you to it." She got dressed quickly. "Thank you guys. I mean it," she said, before slipping out.

Zoe and Ethan's eyes were locked together, but they didn't say anything for a long time.

Eventually, he spoke. "I want you."

She smiled, bemused. "You just had me. And I don't think you're ready for round two." His cock was still inside her, very soft now, but still warm, and comfortable.

He shook his head. "I want you. Only you."

He carefully withdrew, before climbing up on the bed to lie beside her. He took her in his arms, her head to his chest.

"I want to date you. Properly. I don't need other people involved, I don't need to spice things up. I just... want you."

She realised suddenly what she had been feeling earlier. The trepidation. The fear. The jealousy.

"I think... I think I want to date you too."

He kissed her forehead, stroked her hair, and sighed, squeezing her to him. They lay in silence for a while.

"Are you hungry now?" he asked.

"Mmm..." she snuggled into his chest, feeling the call of sleep, but also the distance between lunch and now. "I'm starving."

They lay together for a while longer, and she fell into a light doze.

She felt a soft towel running over her body, her arms, legs, dabbing at her face, and cleaning their joint wetness from her pussy and thighs. She heard a hushed phone call as dinner reservations were made, and the soft sound of fabric as her clothes were laid on the table beside her.

He whispered to her as he stroked her hair again. "Come on, let's go and get some food."

Before she opened her eyes, before she said anything, she smiled to herself. She was content.