Theresa and I were having a drink together after work when she started acting a little strangely. I guess I should explain that we've been friends for over a year, ever since I came to work in the legal office she manages, and I might not have kept my job there if it hadn't been for all the help that Theresa has given me, including handling a lot of things that I should have done and didn't because my marriage was breaking up. Although that emotional storm had finally blown itself out I certainly hadn't forgotten how Theresa had helped me through the hard times. So when she began to make vague hints that maybe I could do her a favor, but perhaps she shouldn't ask, I got seriously offended.

"Hey, Theresa, I owe you from way back. If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me what you want and consider it done."

But my boss made a wry smile in response: "Paula, you don't want to go making statements like that without knowing what's involved. I'd have thought you'd have typed up enough letters about disputed contracts by now to have learn that lesson. No, this is strictly an obligation-free request and in any case, it's not really for me, it's for Tony."

Tony was her partner. They'd been together ever since I'd known Theresa. I'd met him several times and I could see why they were a solid item, because he was a hell of a nice guy. I'd even asked Theresa once why she and Tony hadn't gotten around to the full marriage bit, but she said that both of them were nervous about changing things. Theresa said there was an old proverb that the easiest way to make God laugh was to tell him your plans -- but she thought the easiest way to make God laugh was to tell him you intended to love somebody for ever and ever.

Maybe there was a time when I would have thought that statement was too cynical -- but not now, not after my own promises of eternal love had turned out to be as enduring as a piece of wedding cake dropped in a rats' nest. 'Keep the magic going, any way you can'. Yeah, I could relate to that. At least, I thought I could, until my boss and best friend began to explain how Tony had told her how attractive he thought I was. Something he'd apparently said quite openly to Theresa after our very first meeting.

"Well, that was nice of him," I said, "But so what? You're not planning on leaving him and making a space for me, are you?"

"No, I'm not leaving him. But this weekend is our annual anniversary, the anniversary of the day we first met. And just between you and me I'd be surprised if he's not starting to feel a bit restless about being stuck in the same old routine month in, month out. I think it's time I cut him some slack and let him play the field a little. Every good man deserves a little time off for bad behavior now and then."

"What are you talking about? What kind of bad behavior?" I asked her. Theresa's smile showed a lot of white teeth as she nibbled at the cherry on her stick.

"I thought I might try to arrange one of the more basic male fantasies for him. Two women at once to do whatever he likes with. That should send my partner off to work on Monday morning with a smile on his face. If it works out alright."

I picked up her drink and sniffed it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure nobody has spiked this with rocket fuel. Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. I've been thinking about this for a while. That's going to be Tony's treat, making it with me and another girl at the same time. It's not that difficult to arrange, I've spoken to a couple of agencies, both of them said they had girls that would be happy to be involved in a threesome. They gave me prices and everything. All I have to do is to call them back and make a booking. Only I'm a kind of nervous about doing that. Not about the sex, but how it'll work out for Tony. He's a stud but maybe me being there will put him off -- maybe the girl will have her eyes on the clock all the time and spoil it that way. I'd like to have everything nice and friendly, and how can you be friendly sharing your bed and your man with somebody you don't know at all?"

I'd finally caught up with what was happening here: "You want me instead?" I asked Theresa, as breathless as if I'd just rushed up a flight of stairs. "You want me to have sex with Tony while you referee the match?"

She half grinned again and shrugged her shoulders: "Hey, I'm just talking out loud, Paula, that's all. Just thinking that if I'm going to pay somebody I'd far rather put the money a friend's way. And just thinking that I know that Tony would love it to be you. But if he's not your type, that's cool."

"I've got no problem with Tony," I told her frankly. "If he was up for grabs I'd be doing the grabbing, you can bet on it. What I'm trying to get my head around is you and me doing the dirty deed side by side or one above the other, or however it works out. How do you feel about that?"

Theresa looked at me oddly from underneath her lowered face, like Princess Diane used to do, almost as if she was flirting with me: "I'd like to see you happy in a way I don't think you've been for a while. I guess maybe Tony can do that for you, Paula. And if it would turn Tony on to have me there watching the show, well, that's OK with me."

"Yeah? And what about when it's my turn to watch you doing the porn actress bit? It is going to be turn and turn about, isn't it? Or are you planning on spending all night in the stalls eating popcorn and calling the moves?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were saying yes, Paula," my boss said. "Or are you just joking?"

No, I wasn't joking. For some reason -- or some reasons --- I couldn't really understand, I was starting to moisten up faster than I had done for a long time. Before I answered I glanced around to make sure nobody could overhear me.

"Theresa, I'm feeling more horny than humorous. It's been while for me, you know that, and I'm a girl who's always enjoyed being a girl. Now you mention it, I guess it's time I got myself some TLC, and Tony is just the kind of guy I'd enjoy getting it from. No need for love, I'll settle for some straightforward fucking if it's done right."

My boss looked surprised: "Hell, and I went backwards and forwards in my mind about whether I should even talk to you about it. If I'd thought you'd agree I wouldn't have wasted any time on the agencies. And you're OK about being in a group scene?"

Again I looked around and then leaned over to the table so I could talk quietly and still be heard.

"There was something like this once before. Myself and two of my friends, the last year of college. We were down at a jetty one weekend with a fancy yacht moored to it. Some guys on the boat invited us to come on board to have a look around. While they were showing us the cabins they locked two of us up in one of them and grabbed the other girl. We could hear her making a lot of noise and when they let us out we found her in what they called the main saloon, which had this big wooden post in the middle to support the weight of the mast. They had a piece of cord they'd put down the side of her bikini bottom and then tied the ends together around the post. They were joking with her that she'd have to learn how to undo the knot to get free -- a triple sheepshank or something, they said it was. Of course there was no way she could ever undo it. I found that out myself when they did the same thing to all of us. So either we left the boat without anything on from the waist down or we bargained to get untied."

Theresa seemed impressed: "Sounds like the start of a interesting story. You want to tell me some more?"

"It might be even more interesting if Tony was around to hear it as well," I suggested. "Why don't we go over and ask him?"

"Right now?"

"Right now is when I'm in the mood. But I need to go home, shower and see if the moths have gotten into my sexy lingerie drawer. Then we can go to your place. Tony will be home by now, won't he?"

My boss smiled: "If he is, I'll have to give you the key and turn off the alarms so you can sneak in through the back door. I'm going to give that boy the biggest surprise he's ever had in his life."

Three quarters of an hour later most of my clothes were neatly hung up inside the walk in wardrobe in Theresa's bedroom and I was squeezed up amongst them with the sliding door open just wide enough for me to see the bed. I'd already been there ten minutes, getting my style and everything else cramped. Theresa was supposed to be luring Tony onto the bedroom as soon as he came home from work, but maybe he was too tired to be tempted. In which case the pair of us were going to have one of the most miserable failures in the entire history of surprise parties. I wished like hell I'd bought a drink or two with me to pass the time. And then Theresa was laughing out in the corridor and I heard a door open.

"Come on, lover, let's get started," Theresa said. "Lie down and I'll give you your anniversary treat."

"Yeah, what's that going to be?" Tony's voice was deeper than I'd remembered hearing it before.

"You'll soon find out," she promised. "Lie down and close your eyes. That's an order. Don't open them until I tell you, or you'll spoil the treat."

"What treat?"

"Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies. Come on, lie down and close your eyes."

With one eye squinting at the bed through the crack in the wardrobe door I saw Tony doing as Theresa wanted him to. The guy didn't have a stitch on and was already displaying a half erection. A day at work or not, Tony was ready to rock on. Theresa bent over him, stroking his forehead as though she was a nurse comforting a feverish patient: she'd put on a black stocking and suspender outfit and looked fantastic.

"Good boy. And don't you open them again until I tell you to or you'll spend the rest of the weekend sleeping in the attic and eating cold hamburgers."

"I promise, already. What are you going to do, wave a magic wand and turn me into Tom Cruise?"

Theresa giggled: "Something like that. Here we go."

His eyes must have been closed by then because Theresa looked straight at the wardrobe and jerked her head to tell me to come out. Then she began to move down the side of the bed, running her fingers over his body all the time, so she was never out of physical contact with him. I hoped that would be enough of a distraction to keep Tony from hearing the wardrobe door sliding open. Afterwards I crept out and tiptoed across the carpet in my bare feet.

Theresa grinned at me, delighted with the way her plan was working out. She squatted down beside Tony and began to knead his cock between her palms as though it was a piece of play dough -- dough with lots of self raising flour in it. His old Adam stood up and saluted like a good soldier being roused to action. I had to put my hand against my mouth to stop from giggling, and even more so when Theresa bent her head forward and gave the cock a gentle suck.

"Jeez, that's great," her partner said loudly, his eyes still tightly closed.

Theresa looked up and at me, rolling her eyes sideways, urging me to get on with the plan and on the team. I didn't want to disappoint her but a secret agent I'm not; except maybe the Maxwell Smart kind. I was sure I was going to trip over, or that Tony would simply sense my presence and take a peek. But he didn't -- when I got right beside him he hadn't moved his head in my direction. Still, Theresa was certainly doing her best to keep his attention somewhere else. It seemed so weird because she was such a stiff starched business lady at work and here she was blowing Tony with me watching, and she wasn't even blushing. Well, what the hell, it was all her idea anyway. Maybe this was what got her off. She was certainly looking at me as if she was in a hurry for me to do my bit.

So, I stared down at Tony again and saw the big smile on his lips. He was one happy guy and he was probably going to be a lot happier by and by, but first he was going to get a real surprise. In fact whatever happened next, it was going to be a real surprise for all of us.

I took a deep breath, reached out for the headboard to steady myself, then knelt down on the bed with my knees straddling Tony's shoulders. His eyes flew open and stared at my pussy right in front of his eyes. And, being a guy, even though he hadn't even looked up yet to see who it belonged to, he grabbed at my ass cheeks to keep it there. Mind you, I've never seen a guy look more surprised -- not until the next second, when he tipped his head back and saw me looking down at him.

"Happy anniversary, Tony," I said.

"Paula! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here so you can fuck both of us," told him brightly. "Unless you've got something else you'd rather be doing?"

Then I stifled his voice by settling my weight down on his face and pushing my cunt lips down on his lips. The guy snorted like a surfacing seal and began to use his tongue right where it was most appreciated. So I gave him a few yelps to let him know he was on target.

"Hey, is my partner getting fresh with you, Paula?" Theresa called out.

"Is he ever!"

"Well, it certainly sounds as if Tony is being a naughty boy," Theresa said brightly. "You'll have to make him behave by sucking his cock."

She spoke up more loudly: "How about that, Tony? Would you like to have Paula sucking on this instead of me? Don't be shy now, say what you really think."

Hmmm -- hmmmm!"

"What's he saying, Paula, honey?"

Trying to stay on top of Tony's mouth after he'd heard Theresa's suggestion was like trying to pin down Hulk Hogan for a submission: "Whoa, boy," I told him. "I've got an appointment somewhere else." I got off him and went backwards on my hands and knees to take my friend's place.

Without his mouth being full of Paula's snatch, Tony was finally able to say something for himself: "I must be in heaven."

"I'm working on it," I said, "I'm working on it."

He was still staring at me as if I'd appeared out of thin air. Well, as far as he was concerned I had. Any other time there would have been some urgent questions asked but right then the guy who wanted to ask them wanted even more for me to do something else with my mouth and my tongue and my lips. So I did.

"Oh, my God," he grunted. Then his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he looked over my back.

"Check this out, Tony," Theresa called to him.

I felt her fingernails scratching lightly across my cheeks. The cheeks that I wasn't filling with Tony's favorite toy, I mean. Which was quite a shock to my system. I knew what to do with a man, give or take some personal peculiarities, but this was the first time I'd ever do it in front of an audience, and the first time I'd ever been caressed by a woman -- period. Until it happened I didn't know how I'd feel about it, but now it didn't seem to be any big deal. Although I admit I nearly shot into the air like a startled cat when Theresa blew a jet of air between my thighs and around the damp patch in between them.

END OF PART ONE

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