Atie Angela & I

Work Experience - Katie, Angela & I - Part 2

Dreams Can Come True.

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Author's Note: It helps to have read previous stories in the 'Work' series, to understand this one, a more complete appreciation of events may be gained by reading 'Work Experience - Katie, Angela & I - Part 1.' There are a couple of brief moments when the girls kiss each other. Threesome. Sharing. Romance. A reappraisal of long-held, ingrained, traditional values and attitudes.

There will be some who may say, it could never happen like that. It's impossible to happen like that. To those I would simply say, If it concerns relationships, it has already happened, perhaps thousands of times. If it hasn't happened yet, it will. There is no such thing as 'could never', 'it's impossible', where human relationships are involved.

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The next morning as I sleepily awoke and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a beautiful smile coming from a face that was propped up on her hand, her elbow resting on the bed. The next thing I noticed was the most beautiful pair of blue sparkling eyes, happy eyes, looking at me.

It took me a few moments to absorb the beauty of what I was seeing, and then, in my classy, classically inimitable style, I asked, "What's your problem...what are you looking at?"

Katie chuckled, "Until you opened your mouth I was looking at a beautiful little boy, ... an innocent little boy, ... a gentle little boy."

"An angel?" I asked, a huge grin appearing on my face.

"Oh, make no mistake, I could never look upon you as being an angel."

"But I look upon you as a goddess," I pouted.

"It seems to me then, that I am more in touch with reality than you," Katie replied, smiling.

I could resist no longer as I pulled her over toward me, and so softly, gently, we kissed. I knew we were both hungry but it seemed that we had something else that we needed to do before we left our bed. It was not just two bodies coming together, that we felt as we embraced. It was two kindred souls meeting, as we kissed, as we touched, and as we finally, once again, made love.

As we lay there afterwards, a thought entered my mind that made me chuckle.

Katie could not help herself and asked, "So what's so funny?"

"A threesome, huh?" I said grinning from ear to ear.

Katie pinched my penis and gave it a short sharp tug.

"Ouch," I yelled a little.

"Ohhhh, did the bad woman hurt you?" she drawled, laughing.

Then I asked her, "Seriously... have you ever been with another woman?"

"No."

"Have you ever been in a threesome... at all, ever?"

"No ... have you?"

"No," I said, "And to be honest ... I'm not sure if I would be able to handle it ... do you know if Angela's been in a threesome?"

"No... I mean I don't know... and why do you think you might not be able to handle it...? I thought that would have been a man's dream."

"I don't think it would be a problem for me physically," I said, as my cock started to harden again, thinking about the possibilities.

"Nooo," Katie interrupted as she ran her hand over my hardening cock, "I don't think so either," and giggled.

"...But when I'm with a woman... when I'm with you, for example, I like to give you my all. And I hope I'm not being arrogant here, but I think that seems to work reasonably well... I don't know if it would be the same for the women if they only got half the attention that I had to give... I mean... how do we ensure... that you and Angie, get the same... satisfaction... together."

"I don't see any other alternative at this time," Katie continued..., " I don't think your pleasure would be interrupted... if anything, it would probably be heightened."

"That's true," I said, "But I get off on giving the woman as much pleasure as I receive, if not more, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Well, keep at it, I'm sure you'll be able to work something out... Something that will keep us all happy," she giggled.

"And you guys really are happy to try a threesome?" I asked again, shaking my head from side to side in disbelief. And maybe, just maybe, I might have been secretly wondering if I really would be up to the challenge, the task. But then decided that the only way to find out, would be to try it, if it did indeed, come to that and my mood lightened.

I quickly moved my hand over to tweak her left nipple. While it didn't hurt, it did make her jump and I revelled in the scene of jiggling breasts that played out before me. God this woman was beautiful!

During our discussions, my ardour had cooled somewhat, but that was now returning, I was surprised that Katie had lost none of hers.

As I relaxed, Katie started sucking on my cock once again. When it was wet and erect enough, she climbed on top of me. I left everything to her, as she slid her soaking wet pussy down over my cock. When she had completely swallowed me, when I was deep inside her, resting on one hand as she bent forward, lifting my head with the other, to make it easier for me to reach her nipples, she swung hr big breasts side to side, her erect nipples, brushing my lips. Her energy seemed limitless, but that was Katie to a tee.

About twenty or so minutes later, after Katie had continuously rocked and ground her pussy into my pelvic bone, rocking back and forward, and rolling round, time and time again, as she bent forward so that I could suck her breasts, her nipples, she finally sat upright, arching her back and throwing her head back, as she moaned, "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," and she trembled a number of times as she finally ground into me for the last time, then collapsed forward onto my chest.

"Ohhhh, that was sooo good," she gasped as she slowly sat up.

As I waited for Katie to come down from her trip, mine was building up to a crescendo. The sounds of Katie climaxing, the vision of her with her head back, her full breasts jutting forward, her nipples so rock hard and prominent, the top of her slit visible on my body, the tightness of her vagina, and the thought of a threesome in the back of my mind, finally caused me to erupt, pushing myself upwards into her, causing her breasts to bounce up and down, wrapping my hands around her buttocks, I pulled her down towards me, as hard as I could, as I finally fired my seed deep inside her.

Katie waited until I had softened to the extent that I now slid out of her tightness, and then she climbed off me. And what a view that was as she moved her arms, crawling forward, to display her generous breasts swinging down under her again, before turning around to lay on her back. I really was one lucky man.

As we lay there afterwards, I could not help but think, that no matter how perfect this weekend had been so far, with Katie, that I could still not have decided, again, if the choice was to be mine, between her and Angela. It just didn't seem fair. But... would I have to make a choice?

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After having a shower, I went to prepare a breakfast of bacon, eggs, tomato and toast, all to be washed down with a glass of orange juice.

Katie came into the kitchen after she'd showered, and gave me the coy, Princess Diana look, that brought a huge grin to my face. But no matter how much she played that look, the something she could never hide, was the beauty of the soul of the person that existed behind the visage of those expressive blue eyes.

If there was one single area that one of the girls had a noticeable advantage over the other, it was in the eyes. Katie's eyes were so readily expressive enhanced by their colour, while Angela's being as jet black as the pupil, still sparkled animatedly, but they didn't grab you in the same way Katie's did, or so I thought at this time.

But back to the present.

As Katie and I ate our breakfasts, she said, "You have no idea how sore my pussy is."

"Are you complaining?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm thinking of suing you... for inflicting grievous bodily harm."

"As you wish, if you must. But I never heard any complaints. I didn't hear you say no. Anyway, my impression is that any soreness is self-inflicted. I mean you attacked me half the time we made love."

"Yes, well," she laughed, "But it is a bit tender... I have got the biggest camel-toe... my outer lips are so swollen and puffed up... that all that is visible, apart from the expanse of swollen flesh... is a perfectly straight line that runs from my belly to my bum." She laughed.

"Is that of concern to you?"

"No," she chuckled, "But I do need to give it a rest before we make love again."

And then she got up from the table, walked behind me, bent her head so that her cheek was against mine, put her arms around me and said, "...and my love, I would not have it any other way."

The feeling that ran through my whole body as she said those words, as she embraced me, as I felt the firmness of her breasts pressing into me, was unbelievable. I was overcome by emotion, and as happens with a guy, thankfully only extremely occasionally, I could feel a tiny ejaculation leave the tip of my cock.

Katie, oblivious to what had just happened, stepped back from me, sat down again, and finished her breakfast.

"Katie, I think we, all of us, you, Angela and me, need to have a talk... together."

Katie's smile all but disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

Her head bowed, she said, "Yes I know we need to talk... and I know I agreed with Angela to share you... and I thought I was Ok with that... but this weekend..."

"Katie," I interrupted, "...this weekend was about sex, just like last weekend when I was with Angela, that was also about sex... but there is a lot more to us, all of us, than just that... Ummm, not that I have a problem with that, but if we all truly love each other, then we have to work out a way we can do that... I mean...you have dropped some landmines on me these last two days, and I need to give some thought, actually, lots of thought, to what you have told me."

"I've been married three times, in addition to which I have had a number of other relationships, some of which you know about, having met some of the women at social gatherings, but there have also been others, women that you have not met. Not many, but my point is, I have never loved any woman as much as I love you, ...and Angela..."

"Sometimes, I really hate the challenges that life throws up, but I've never hated any challenge as much as this one. ...despite my previous relationships, when I finally find the woman that is perfect for me, it just so happens ...that she is not just one, but she is two women.

"Maybe this is my purgatory," I added. "And I maybe could accept that, if it was only me that was affected. But there are two other beautiful women involved, women who I have no doubt could get anyone they wanted, to be their lovers, their husbands, their, whatever they wanted.

"And yet...they have chosen to want to be with me. So we need to talk, because I need to know how you guys would handle the disapproving comments of your own families, of your own friends."

"And what about your family?" asked Katie.

"Surprisingly enough, I don't think they would have a problem, once they had met you... but initially they might be suspicious, although, funnily enough, that was not a problem when they met Carole, who was considerably younger than me."

"I actually met her a couple of times I think," said Katie.

"Yes, I think you did," I replied, and then continued, "...my family accept who I bring into their midst and make them welcome... I think they understand that I am, or have been, a restless soul, and in the words of my Dad, who is no longer with us, his non-approving comment made to my sisters was that 'he changes his women more often that he changes his socks' whilst initially eliciting mirth, I believe they have now accepted, despite my disagreement, that that comment may, sadly, have an element of truth to it.

"Katie, you have now referred to me on two occasions as 'my love'...you have no idea of the warmth, the tingle it sends through me entire body, that I feel each time you say that. I can assure you that you will have no problems with my family, however, I am pragmatic enough to know that I do not expect the same acceptance to be offered by your or Angela's families... Or friends."

"You might be surprised," she said.

"Can you elaborate?" I asked.

"Not at this time," she said, "No matter how much I would like to."

So then Katie gathered her stuff, and I helped load her car.

"Would you like a coffee or something before you go?" I asked.

"Yes, there is something, but I fear it is not yours to give at this stage," she replied.

"Would you care to enlighten me?" I asked in trepidation.

"Not at this time," she said.

We walked out to her car. I opened the driver's side door and just before she got in, she gave me a hug.

"Katie ...you have absolutely no idea of what you do to me, when you hug me... actually... it's not only when you hug me, it's everything about you."

"Ummmm, quite the contrary... If I affect you, the way you affect me, then I know exactly how you feel," she said chuckling, "...and you are really sweet, but the feeling is not yours alone," she said, "...you make me feel like a queen."

"Ohh, my lady ...actually, do you mind me calling you 'my lady'?" I asked. "Or does that sound too corny?"

"Like you said before, about when I referred to you as 'my love', I feel exactly the same way when you refer to me as your lady. Each time you say that, I kid you not, my pussy just floods." And she looked down and got into her car.

She had a long drive ahead of her, and I wished for it to be safe. She smiled as she reversed out of the drive, but before she completed the manoeuvre, she said quietly, but the words she uttered seemed deafening to me, "More than anything else in my life, I want a baby... and I want you to be its father... Our baby's father."

As if previous revelations had not been enough, here came another one! I staggered backwards, reeling under the weight of her words, until the heels of my feet bumped against the lowest step of the three that led to my front veranda, forcing me to sit down.

Katie waited until I was settled, looked at me with those beautiful penetrating blue eyes, blew me a kiss, and then silently mouthed the words, 'I Love You', as she bipped the horn twice and drove off.

Wow! The revelations just kept coming this weekend!

This weekend was a monumental one. I did not really expect it to be any different to the one I had with Angela, and on a personal basis, I don't think it was. But in terms of revelations, it was a monumental one.

I spent the rest of Sunday, washing up, and getting clothes ready for work the following day.

Just before I turned the lights out to go to sleep that night, I received an SMS message on my mobile phone.

It read:

'I Love You

Your Goddess.

Until we meet again.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

PS: Did I tell you, I love you'

My SMS skills are rudimentary and so I simply replied, although it probably took me an hour or so;

'Oh, My Lady, My Goddess,

I LOVE YOU too.

And if I was destined to be smitten,

I'm glad it is with you.

Sweet dreams My Lady'

This sounded corny, but so smitten was I, I didn't know how to express myself; what other words to use.

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Monday:

I arrived at work, a little after 9.00 am. Everyone else was already there.

Catherine was at the front counter tending to customers, so her desk, the first in the row, was unoccupied. Angela, her desk next in line, looked over and smiled at me. Behind her, sat Katie, who also looked across at me and smiled. Since we'd moved offices the only separate office at this branch was the manager's. The rest was all open plan.

At this stage, that was the full complement of our credit union branch.

I took this moment, while Catherine was on the front counter tending to customers, to run my chair between the desks of Angela and Katie.

"Hey guys," I said, we need to talk, and after a pause, I continued, "...can we meet after work at the pub down the road, or something?"

A pause by the three of us, then Angela spoke, "How about we meet at my place on Wednesday...my parents will probably be there straight after work, but I know they go to see my cousin Georgiou, who lives by himself on Wednesdays, and they don't normally get back home until late, mostly around midnight."

I responded "Sure, that's fine with me... what about you Katie?"

"Yes, Ok with me," she said.

So we agreed to follow Angela home on Wednesday as we left work.

But today there was a complication. During the course of day, Catherine had come over to my desk, and bent down in front of me, ostensibly to ask me a question, but there was no doubt what her intentions were. She had undone enough buttons to show me her small but firm tits, right down to the level where I could see her areola but not the nipple itself. But whilst I could not see the nipple itself, its image was plainly visible as it protruded out from the bottom of her blouse.

"When can we get together?" she whispered as she gently swayed her body side to side.

I was able to fend off any further advances from Catherine as I said, "Cathy, you've made my cock hard, but I've got a splitting headache after having had too much red wine over the weekend. Can we wait a day or so?"

"Okay," she said, frowning, as she returned to her desk. And at this time, I now started to be concerned about Catherine's demands, and how they would affect my relationship with Angela and Katie. But the rest of Monday was eventless.

Tuesday arrived, with all of us concentrating on the duties we were being paid for, although I had a couple of suggestive invitations from Catherine, invitations that prior to the knowledge I had gained from Katie the weekend before, I would have been happy to accept.

I got the feeling towards the end of the day that Catherine was a little less than happy about the fact that I was seemingly rejecting all her advances, both yesterday, and again today. Things were starting to get a bit stressful now.

I mean, now that Katie had told me about what she had discussed with Angela, and even though I still needed to get Angela's views directly, I was a bit disinclined to have anything more to do with Catherine. But the feeling I got was that Catherine, was not happy about not getting my cock.

But we survived Tuesday.

Wednesday dawned and as we all arrived at work, me being fully aware that this evening, Angela, Katie, and I, would be discussing things that were pertinent to our futures. And I was really looking forward to us being, for the first time, all together.

But there was a hiccup.

As soon as we had all settled at out desks, and we hadn't yet opened the doors to let our banking customers in, Catherine came over to me, bent over my desk, so many buttons undone that I could this time, even see the start of her erect brown nipples, and whispered, "I've been waiting three days now for you to fuck me, I can't wait any longer, I need you to stick you cock in my pussy...and it needs to happen today ... now!"

"We're about to open the front doors now," I said.

The thing that frightened me was that she then said "I don't give a fuck...you fuck me now or there will be trouble." This was a nightmare. This didn't happen in real life. This was something from some sort of perverted movie plot.

Still, not being quite sure what trouble she could cause, I nevertheless acceded to her demand. Raising my hands and shrugging my shoulders, I looked at Angela and Katie and said, "Can you guys look after the counter for a few minutes please? Catherine has something important and urgent she needs to speak with me about."