Note to reader:
Rose is introduced in my story "I like to watch"; she is transgender, has large breasts and a lovely cock.
Cliff is introduced in my story "And Then We Were Three". He is a black actor.
Content warning: interracial, transgender, bi-sexual.
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I took against Louise the moment Cliff started talking about her. He started talking about her INCESSANTLY. I think that was part of the problem. But I also noticed that I really resented some other woman being able to turn Cliff on that way. When Cliff started talking about Louise, I realized with a shock that I clearly had feelings for him that I had never previously admitted, even to myself.
We were gathered around my fire-pit in Santa Monica, roasting s'mores in the gathering dusk, the usual trio: debonair Cliff, outrageous Rose and me, quietly watching. We were killing time really. Waiting 'till it got dark enough for one of us to shuck off their clothes and start the fuck-fest. We had been getting together regularly, three or four times a month, as often as our schedules would allow, really, because we all enjoyed each other's company. And each other's bodies of course.
And then Cliff started talking about this girl he had met in some bar over on Ocean Avenue. He was clearly smitten.
"So what was the big attraction?" I asked.
"I don't know. At first it was her looks I guess. I mean, she's not a fancy dresser. Wears her curls down to her shoulders. She's not exactly beautiful, but she had a look, you know? Arresting, somehow. Anyway, we got talking and I could just tell that she wanted to go to bed with me. I mean, it wasn't my vanity or anything. I definitely just picked up this vibe.. I guess we HAD both been drinking a fair bit."
"So - did you take her back to your place?"
"No - I guess I wanted to tease her. I didn't want it to be that easy..."
"And you already wanted it to last."
"Exactly."
"So what was she drinking?"
"Wine, We were both drinking wine. Started out on Chardonnay and then moved on to the reds. Big, full-bodied Cabs, you know? That go down like velvet and give you a serious headache the following day..."
So that was how it started. And then, each time we got together we would hear the next installment of Cliff's romance with Louise. She worked for one of the studios, in a capacity that I was amazed to discover Cliff had never determined. "Why don't you ask her what she does?" I would ask. And he would say that it was immaterial to him. He didn't judge people's worth or value by the role they played professionally. It wasn't important.
My view? He didn't want to discover that she was the assistant to some casting director - or even worse, a casting director herself - given that Cliff was an actor who was always hungry for the next acting gig. He just didn't want that level of complication in their relationship. Which made me hate Louise even more, because she clearly mattered to him.
And I had thought that my relationship with Cliff was limited to warm appreciation of his huge hard cock thrusting up into my wet pussy, or his sensuous tongue flicking across my engorged clit. When clearly, it was more than that, at least for me.
Sex with Rose was good; sex with Cliff was good. Sex with both of them at once was even better. Over the course of the many months we met regularly as a trio, there wasn't much we didn't try. The best evenings were when the positions we adopted just flowed naturally one into the other - we were all pretty inventive and curious and intuitive. And caring.
I mean, if Cliff had just pulled out of my cunt to spurt hot cum across my belly, but I was still working up to my own orgasm, he would quickly get his tongue between my legs to finish me off. And Rose would find the sight of Cliff's upturned butt too tempting and would work her cock - slick with precum and cum and lube - up into his tight ass-hole. And then I would cum and cum again and again from Cliff's relentless tonguing. I would have to push his face away from between my outstretched thighs, but I would quickly see that his cock was half-hard again from Rose's attentions and would delight in drawing as much of it as I could down into my mouth as Rose fucked his ass.
And so on, in an ever-changing delightful sexual ballet that would eventually leave us spent and breathless sprawled across whatever furniture we had been using to support us...
It was heavenly. And then Louise had to come along and spoil things. Because Cliff made it pretty clear from the outset that Louise would not be joining us in our threesomes. Somehow, she was to be "protected" from our depravity.
I finally met Louise at Cliff's place. He had invited Rose and me for dinner, and I had thought that it would end up with us all in the sack, like all our other three-way dinner-parties. I learned later from Rose that Cliff had warned her that Louise would be there, but her presence was a complete surprise to me.
And I have to admit, it was not as unpleasant a surprise as I had thought it would be. She was far from the ogre that my jealousy had conjured up in my imagination. She had a ready smile, a kind of cute way of shaking her cascading curls out of her eyes, and a soft, inquiring gaze. She was one of those people who asked intelligent questions, and really listened to the answers. Somehow, the green-eyed monster in me had imagined her as a self-centered hussy who spoke only to show off, but she really wasn't that at all.
And the more I got to know her, the more I found that we had in common. We both loved swimming, we both took care of our bodies - and we enjoyed some of the same authors. We got friendly enough to get together for the occasional coffee at weekends, and one day she arrived singing a Leonard Cohen song. Not "Hallelujah", which everybody knows, but something much more obscure like "Chelsea Hotel" or "Anthem" - you know, the one with the lines about everything being cracked or broken, but that that's how the light gets in? I discovered that she LOVED Cohen (as do I) and knew almost all the words to a whole slew of his songs. In short, we became happy in each other's company, and I no longer resented her at all. And Cliff would still occasionally come along alone to Rose's place for a three-way, so Louise's arrival on the scene didn't completely shut down that side of things.
So I was happy to invite both Louise and Cliff to join me and Rose for dinner one evening at my place. It was late summer, but the evenings were still warm, and Louise and I went swimming after the meal. It's hard to see the stars from LA - there's too much ambient light - but I remember there was no moon, and as we floated on our backs in the pool, one or two of the brighter stars were flickering into life. I remember we were talking about how majestic the starlit skies were out in the desert. Cliff and Rose were out of sight, still sipping champagne and eating strawberries at the dining table under my arbor.
I suggested we go to the hot-tub. I put my finger to my lips and indicated that we should make our move from the pool to the hot-tub as quietly as possible. Now, while the pool is completely out of sight from the table where Cliff and Rose were still eating, the hot-tub has a kind of sideways view of the table. I wanted to steal up on them after our time in the hot-tub and surprise them.
My hot-tub has a real long foaming cycle, and I had flicked it on when Louise and I had first left the table to go swimming, so it was still humming along as we slipped our bikini-clad bodies into its warm foaming bubbles. We each sat back, our legs akimbo, our heads thrown back against the side of the tub, glorying in the sensual feeling of the hot water spurting against our bodies. There was total silence, except for the murmur of Cliff and Rose chatting at the distant table, and the hum of the tub splashing water all around us. And then there was just the sound of the splashing water. Cliff and Rose fell silent.
