The Threesome
(c) 2005 Abe Froman
JP had often pestered his girlfriend for the fantasy fulfillment of a threesome,
joking about it whenever the topic came up, or citing every magazine survey in
Cosmo or Maxim that hinted that lots of women liked to try it as well.
Kelly, his long-suffering girlfriend, seemed to have finally decided that it
would be easier to give in that to keep on resisting. She had made it clear
that on their next vacation, a February trip to Mexico, she was going to make it
happen for him. He didn't know what to say; his mouth had just sort of fallen
open. "Really?"
"Yes, really and finally. Yes. But there's some conditions." She saw his face
tighten. "No, don't worry, it will still be two girls... jerk. But I get to
pick the girl, the time and the place."
JP readily agreed. After that, the days left until their trip seemed to take
forever. Of course, he ended up having to work late his last day, so it was a
rush to the airport after Kelly picked him up. His thanks for all her help,
including packing for him, were profuse and heartfelt. He was very loving
towards her lately, in no small part due to the fact that every time he saw her
lovely face and curvy body, he imagined a twin joining her in a steamy daydream.
The flight was ordinary, but long. The two of them sat together, chatting idly,
staring at the kind of mediocre movie you only get to see on planes, and napping
on and off. JP found the drifting in and out of sleep to be more frustrating
that relaxing, and he felt more tired when they landed that he had when they
left, which was saying something. After the eternity of baggage check and
customs and the life-endangering cab ride to their hotel JP and Kelly simply
collapsed into their bed. JP planted a soft kiss on her lips before his eyes
fell closed.
When he woke he felt incredibly rested, with a kind of groggy feeling that
sometimes came along with his best Saturday afternoon naps. He let himself wake
slowly, and his eyes were still closed.
"Hey sleepyhead," he heard Kelly's soft voice.
He started to answer, but his throat seemed very dry.
"Don't talk yet, baby, I want to tell you something. Don't open your eyes.
Don't even move. Just listen to my voice."
JP nodded, groggily.
"Do you like slutty girls, baby? Do you like the kind of woman who has big
tits, but wears corsets and push-up bras anyways? The kind of breasts that are
so big that can only be fake? The kind of girl who loves dressing like a whore?
The kind of women every other woman hates? Tops too tight, skirts too short,
heels too tall? Long bleach blond bimbo hair? Lips too pouty and full to be
natural, with bright red lipstick on them like a tramp? Do you like that kind
of girl, my baby?"
JP nodded. He wanted to look up at her as she talked dirty to him, but he felt
her fingers over his face.
"I'll help you up baby, because I found her."
Wow, he thought, that was one hell of a night's sleep, he thought as he had to
lean on Kelly to lift himself awkwardly up from the bed with her hand still
covering his eyes.
She dropped her hand, and he opened his eyes, blinking at the bright light.
There she was -- right out of a porn movie or an issue of Playboy. She was
tall, with long flowing hair. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her low
cut top, showing full scoops of creamy white cleavage, as well as the trimming
of her lacy bra. Her legs were long and smooth, wrapped in silky stockings.
Her skirt was so short that the stocking tops were exposed, and it was so tight
that the garter belts disappearing up under it showed their profiles through the
material. Her full, red lips were parted in a pout that screamed out for
kisses, and more.
She was right there, his dream girl, his fantasy fuck... right there, in the
mirror.
He nearly fell in shock when he realized, mind racing, knowing it couldn't be
real... it must be some kind of nightmare.
Kelly stood beside him, holding him up with a rather wicked look in her eyes
he'd never seen before. Her words were a blur as he looked in horror at the
reflection. They'd been in Mexico for two weeks already, with him kept sedated
since the middle of their flight. He had been brought to a special clinic
almost immediately for the work of transformation to begin. It was work that
had combined hormone treatment as well as surgery.
She was wrapping up her explanation when he finally made words leave his lips.
"Why?" In another shock, he realized that even his voice had been changed.
"Because I could, love. But mostly, because you wouldn't let up that you wanted
to see me with another woman, letting me know over and over that I wasn't enough
woman to make you happy. Well, hopefully you are enough woman for you." She
laughed out loud.
"And I own you, by the way, my pretty slut. I've got your new fake passport, as
well as the only one left with access to our money. If you even want out of
this country, you'll be a good girl for me. I don't think you're quite up for
earning money the only way a slut like you could in this country. At least not
yet."
"I'm going to call you Ashley, by the way. I always wanted a sister named
Ashley, so you'll do. Now, since you're dressed already, we're going to some
great clubs I've been scouting. I need a drink. And, I feel like a threesome
tonight. You told me I could pick the girl, and I pick you, Ashley. If you're
good, I'll let you choose the first man who gets to fuck you."
