Tapestry Ch. 02

"In general, or one of my fantasies with you two?"

"Either one."

"I want to be in the middle of a three-way," she closed her eyes and smiled to herself. "I want to be done from both ends, with a cock in my pussy and someone else in my mouth."

"It's hot as hell," Mireya blew in her ear and Breana shivered.

"What do you like?" Bree asked.

"I like to be in a sixty-nine," the other woman closed her eyes, picturing the scene in her mind. "Scott starts out watching, and stroking his cock as me and you eat each other out."

Breana drew in a sharp breath as Mireya described something they would probably end up doing. Maybe in a couple of minutes.

"You're on top, smothering me with your pussy and licking me at the same time. He comes up behind you and starts fucking you from behind. Every now and then, he pulls that big dick out of you and shoves it down my throat, so I can taste the way the two of you mix together," Mireya seemed to be creaming between her legs as she spoke. "Your turn."

Scott smiled at his lovers. "I want to lie on my back as you both take turns riding me. One of you is bouncing up and down on my cock and the other is sitting on my face. You switch places again and again, while making out with each other."

This was standard pillow talk, but the element of having a third person made it seem somewhat forbidden to Breana. Forbidden and exciting.

"Anything else?" Mireya prompted him.

"Yeah, I want to make love to Breana's lovely ass!"

The three of them laughed and pulled the others close.

"You will," Breana reached down and stroked his flaccid cock, which seemed to harden immediately. "But not tonight . . . I love having anal sex, but I'm not cleaned up back there, so that will have to be something we do another time."

The couple shared a knowing look when Breana said, "another time."

"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" Mireya teased.

"A naughty, dirty, little girl," Breana corrected her. She drew her lover's head up so they were looking into the other's eyes. "After Scott fucks me in the ass, you're going to suck his cock and eat his cum out of my ass, just like you eat it out of my pussy."

Mireya started to protest, but the look Breana gave her made it clear that even though she was fifteen years younger, she wasn't an innocent little girl. In fact, she could be downright nasty, something the couple would just have to accept. And it looked like they were more than willing to do so.

She then turned to Scott. "And one time while you're fucking your wife, I'm going to stick a vibe up your butt and you're going to love it. I might even fuck you with a strap-on while you're inside her."

The three of them absorbed her words and their pulses began to race.

"I don't know what the future has for us," Breana whispered. "But I want to pursue a relationship with you both, as strange as that may be."

The other two nodded. Neither spoke, understanding that their lover needed to say the words both to them and herself.

"The first time I was with you, I didn't know how you did it," she continued. "How you could be with two people at the same time and not have even the slightest bit of jealousy? But when I'm with you . . . whether it's with one or both of you . . . I just feel . . . I feel like it's . . . it's the way it's supposed to be."

Mireya's fingers wrapped around hers. "Sometimes, we get jealous of the other. Or our lover has been the jealous one. And that's when the relationship ends. We've talked about this before, and in the past, we always knew it was going to be a temporary threesome, usually from the first time. But we're okay with having a fling . . ."

She paused, unable to find the right words.

"The first time we were with you," Scott picked up when his wife paused. "Mireya was already thinking of ways to make extra space in the closet for your things and I was trying to figure out where all the stuff in the garage was going to go so you could park your car in the third spot."

"That's funny because after we went out for dinner that first night, I was wondering how much my own suit of slutty Boba Fett armour was going to cost me."

"Oh, sweetheart," Mireya grinned. "It won't cost you a penny."

"That's too bad; I was going to pay for it with pussy," Breana said seductively. Both of her lovers pounced and Scott's cock sprang to life.

The three laughed as they each groped the others.

"Scott and I were in the same class when we met; organic chem or something like that." Mireya paused to caress Breana's cheek. "We were both checking out everyone else, and when our eyes met, we knew we were going to fall in love. We both felt that way when we were talking to you at lunch yesterday, Bree. We hoped you felt the same way about us."

There was a lump in Breana's throat because it was true.

"We don't just want you for the sex," Scott's finger traced a line up Breana's side and around her breasts. "But there will be plenty of that, too. Things may not work out between us; but we'd at least like you to give us the chance to find out."

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The next morning, Breana awoke to the sound of voices. She lay in the bed, her naked body only half-covered by the top sheet. She smiled contentedly when she realised that it was Scott's cum that was leaking out of her pussy and Mireya's taste in her mouth.

"You're smitten, aren't you?" she heard Mireya ask.

"I'm smitten?" Scott asked incredulously. They were keeping their voices low, most likely to avoid waking her. Breana had her back to them, but she could tell they were holding one another. "You were all over her from the moment you met."

"Yeah, but I've never seen you like this before," Mireya said softly. "I know your looks, Scott. It's not just lust when you look at her."

"Do you think she'd have us both?"

"I hope so," there was a dreamy tone in Mireya's voice. "And I am definitely not smitten, sweetheart; I'm in love. . . . And so are you."

Breana smiled to herself as she listened to her lovers's exchange.

Because she was in love, too.

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The three of them lay in bed lazily. It was Sunday morning and the last day of the convention. Some of the vendors had packed up the night before. There were a couple of panels still going on, but Breana didn't really want to go to any of them. She had promised her friends that she would meet them for a late brunch, but until then, she planned on spending as much time as she could with her lovers.

"Do you have to go back tonight?" Scott's fingertips ran gently across Breana's chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You could stay for a few days with us," Mireya suggested, her nails tracing a line across her collarbone and down her arm.

"Just a few days?"

"Or forever," Mireya blurted out, and then she blushed as soon as the words left her mouth. "Your choice."

"That's very tempting." Breana lay in the middle, the other two cuddled up against her. She didn't let on that she had heard their earlier conversation. Although she was flattered, she didn't quite know how she felt about any kind of long-term relationship with either—or both—of them.

"But . . ." Scott drawled slowly.

Breana blushed and gave them an uncomfortable smile. After a false start or two, she looked each of them in the eyes.

"But this has happened very fast. A part of me thinks I've gone off the deep end. You guys have to admit: your relationship isn't exactly the norm. And I don't want to just be your plaything or a third wheel."

"You won't," Scott tried to reassure her.

"You said I was Number Six, right? What happens when Number Seven comes along?"

"There will only be a Number Seven if you pick them," Mireya said firmly, and to her amazement, Breana believed her.

"What if I told you I wanted a family? A husband, kids; you know: the usual?"

Scott and Mireya exchanged an odd look, and for the first time, Breana saw a sad expression flash across their eyes.

"We wanted a family, too," Mireya said softly. Scott reached across and took her hand. Breana instinctively pulled her close. After a deep breath, she continued. "When I was twenty-five, we had just gotten married and Scott was in med school. I had some strange pains, like PMS cramps or something. I went to the doctor and they found cysts on my ovaries and uterine cancer. They got the cancer, but only after taking my uterus and ovaries."

Breana held her breath as Mireya paused to wipe tears from her eyes.

"We're almost forty, and that's the one empty part of our life." Mireya propped herself and pressed her forehead against Breana's. "If you want a husband and kids and the usual, you can have him. But you will also be getting a wife, and that will be the unusual."

Reaching out, Breana cupped her lover's face in her hands and pulled her in. The two women shared a deep kiss, made only more passionate by the salty tears that ran down both of their cheeks.

They reached for Scott and the three of them held on to one another for a long time.

Deep down, Breana had made up her mind. But she wasn't ready to admit it to them yet. Or to herself.

"I need to think about it," she said apologetically. "I'm sorry . . . but . . . I just don't know that I'm ready."

"We'll wait for you," Scott lay back, and drew the two women in close.

Breana savoured the feel of her beloveds, and then suddenly burst out laughing. The others looked at her quizzically.

"What am I going to tell my parents?" she giggled. "They're going to kill me."

"Do they have a problem with you being with a woman?" Mireya asked.

"Oh, no; they have too many gay friends for that to be a problem," Bree smiled. "They'll wonder why I can't find a single guy my age to give them grandchildren."

Breana kissed both of them. Then they made love one more time before parting. Tears were in all their eyes.

She stopped in the exhibition hall one more time and walked around, picked up a couple more souvenirs and to take a few pictures. Then she returned to her room.

Her friends teased her some more, as they packed. They went out for brunch, sharing stories and promising to get together more often. After that, it was time to return home.

As her plane pulled away from the gate, she sent a text message to both Scott and Mireya.

I already miss you.

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She waited patiently in the examination room. There was shuffling just outside the door.

"Marie Gibson?" he read the name from the top line of the file, not looking up from the packet of paper. The door closed behind him. "How can I help you today?"

"I am looking for a pair of nice breasts," she said sweetly.

The sound of her voice brought his eyes up immediately.

They stared at each other for a long moment, as if they were both afraid if they spoke, the spell would be broken and they would wake up from the dream to find themselves back in their old lives.

Scott dropped the file on to the counter and reached out for her.

Breana jumped into his arms.

Their lips met. He let out a joyous laugh and spun her around. Her embrace seemed as if it would crush his chest. Neither wanted to let go.

"There's nothing wrong with your breasts," he whispered in her ear.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with my breasts," Breana laughed. "I said I was looking for some nice ones. A pair of 36Ds would do nicely. Do you know anyone who might have a couple?"

"I think I might," Scott winked. They kissed eagerly. "Marie?"

"It's my middle name," she couldn't help but blush. "I wanted to surprise you."

"You certainly did that." He leaned in, but she dropped to her knees and tugged at his belt.

His slacks fell to the floor and she inhaled his flaccid cock into her mouth. It began to harden immediately. She stroked and sucked until he was at full mast.

Breana smiled mischievously then stood.

Turning slowly, she bent over the examination table, stuck out her rear end and spread her legs. Reaching into her purse, she tossed something to her lover.

"I'm all lubed up," she looked over her shoulder and winked.

He flipped up her skirt and found that she wasn't wearing any panties. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the slit of her pussy.

"Not there," she hissed.

She heard the bottle pop open as Scott filled his palm with lubricant.

The head of his cock slowly pressed against the opening of her ass. She inhaled sharply as he pressed it forward.

They both moaned with pleasure as the head of his cock disappeared into her back hole.

Breana forced herself to relax, the nerves in her point tingling at the point where pleasure and pain meet.

Scott's strong hands grasped her hips as he guided his cock inside her, not stopping until he was buried as far in as he could go.

It was all Breana could do not to cry out in ecstasy, but it would be considered bad form to scream while at Scott's workplace.

She arched her back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Scott reached around and grasped her breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs.

"I've missed you," he whispered in her ear.

"I've missed you, too," she stuck her tongue in his ear. "It's been the longest month in my life."

"Are we going to get our shot with you?" Scott dared to ask.

"Yes," she replied. "If you'll have me."

"I will . . . We will," he corrected himself. "We're going to have a lot of you."

"Promise?"

"I promise." They kissed eagerly and tenderly. Scott continued to fondle her perky little breasts.

Breana began to move her hips in small circles, grinding her ass against his cock.

"My ass has missed you, too," she grinned perniciously. "Some nights all I could think about was you filling it with that magic cock of yours."

"No one else ever will," Scott said despite himself.

"That's right, sweetheart," Breana purred. "No one else will ever have my ass. Not even Mireya. It's all yours."

She felt his cock twitch inside her and knew that she had almost made him cum on the spot.

"Marry me, Bree," he groaned in her ear. "Run away with me."

"What would your wife say, Dr. Baxter?" Breana snickered.

"She's going to try and steal you away from me and keep your for herself," he babbled. "I'm just trying to make you mine first."

"Are you sure you want me?" she asked, only half-joking. "I'm unemployed and everything I own is in a U-Haul over in the Target parking lot."

Scott stopped as the words sank in.

"You quit your job for us? And moved?" he was clearly confused. "This isn't just a visit?"

"Yes, yes and no," she replied. "I'm staying."

"What . . . er, did you . . . What about Mireya?" he stammered.

"She knows," Breana caressed his cheek reassuringly. "We've already worked this out, so don't worry about it."

"She didn't say anything to me."

"That's because we wanted to surprise you," she gave him a conspiratory grin. "That and you need to get used to your new reality, mister: two women are now in charge of your life. We may let you think you've got a say in how things happen, but we're running the show."

"What's my incentive to agree to that?"

"I could say that you get to fuck me in the ass anytime you want," she replied seductively. "And I could say that you are going to be the luckiest sonofabitch in the world with two hot women in your bed every night. But the real reason you'll agree to it is because you don't have any choice. All you have to do is love us both."

"I will . . . I swear to God I will." They kissed again.

"Good, now less talking and more ass-fucking," Breana laughed.

His hands pushed her hips forward and she felt him pull back so he was just in at the crown of his circumcised cock. Then he pulled her to him and thrust forward in one hard stroke.

Breana gasped with a mixture of surprise and delight.

One hand went between her legs and she began to stroke her clit.

Scott picked up his pace, knowing he wasn't going to last very long.

Bracing herself against the exam table, Breana absorbed every blow as he really began fucking her rear end in earnest.

Waves of pleasure washed over her.

She had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming out his name and beg him to fuck her harder.

He pulled back one final time and then rammed her as hard as he could. Her ass and pussy seemed to simultaneously explode with orgasmic bliss.

Breana's knees buckled and she collapsed on to the table, his weight pressing down against her.

She vaguely felt her ass filling with warmth as his seed flooded into her.

Neither moved for a long time, even as his limp cock slipped out of her ass. He numbly pulled his pants up and was buckling them when the door opened.

Scott froze, afraid that he had been busted at work for screwing a patient in the office. Breana turned over her shoulder and smiled lustily at Mireya, who wore a look of desire, jealousy and amusement.

"You just couldn't wait to fuck her, could you, Scott?" she asked, her voice filled with mock disgust.

She crossed the small room in two steps and took Breana in her arms. The women shared a long, desperate kiss.

"Get dressed," Mireya told Breana in a tone filled with command. Her nipples poked out from beneath her fitted blouse. "It's my turn to fuck you and I want to do it somewhere that you can scream, squirt and faint without having to worry about someone walking in on us."

She kissed her husband and helped Breana gather up her things.

"You need to cancel the rest of your appointments and get home to your wives," Mireya told Scott in the same voice.

Breana smiled, knowing in her heart that she had chosen wisely, and especially liking the way Mireya used the word, "wives."

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Later that night, Breana found herself in the middle of a threeway fuck sandwich. She sat astride the strap-on vibrating cock Mireya wore while Scott fucked her ass for the third time that day. The three of them fell asleep as they would many nights for years to come: a sweaty mass of hands and mouths and breasts and legs and love.

A month later, Scott and Mireya's legal divorce was final. It was actually Scott's idea, or at least the girls let him think that. They still lived together, but as equal partners in their relationship, not as a married couple and their mutual lover. All three changed their names; she became Breana Marie Gibson Baxter-Rojas.

Breana got a job working at an outpatient surgery center, even though their household didn't need a third income. In her spare time, she started working on two suits of Boba Fett armour; one that would meet the 501^st Legion's costume reference library requirements, and one that wouldn't.

A month after that, the three of them went to see Breana's parents, whose heads (figuratively) exploded at the news. For a short time, Marissa was inconsolable. Alan screamed and yelled irrationally. Neither understood why their daughter would choose to be in such an unorthodox relationship with a couple who were technically old enough to be her parents.

Eventually they came around, thanks to the counsel of close friends who were in unorthodox relationships themselves. Despite the gap in philosophical differences, the bottom line was that they both loved their daughter, and that trumped any other issues. That's not to say that Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners weren't awkward for a while . . .

Breana's friends were shocked at the news. They had mentally accepted that she had gone gay, but it took a while for them to accept that she had both a male and a female lover and it was years before anyone truly believed that jealousy was never an issue.

The next summer, Breana, Scott and Mireya attended Comic-Con in San Diego, where Boba Fett and his two Slutty Fett companions turned lots of heads and made him the envy of the show.