Part 1
-What, then, exactly, would you say is your favorite combination, Mademoiselle? The embassy second secretary asked the woman on his right, a dancer visiting on tour and with whom he had been having a sexually elliptical conversation that she had begun by talking about dance positions with not-so-subtle allusion. She smiled conspiratorially at him, almost batting her eyes.
-At the moment, I find it a bit hard to say. I have always seemed to prefer to perform with another woman and a man, but I've found it's hard to get the just right... combination with three people. One-on-one seems to remain the classic combination, don't you think?
-Surely with experience in your profession there must be a man and a woman who can work with you in the manner in which you are most interested.
-I would think so as well, but unfortunately I haven't found it to be so. Perhaps you have suggestions?
-Well, for instance, my wife and I would be glad to try to...
-Which is she? The dancer asked.
-Slightly reddish bobbed hair, there next to the gent in the uniform.
-Oh, she's very lovely indeed. Lovely fair skin. And freckles. I adore freckles.
-Yes, and quite accomplished, I believe, although she has never performed in public -- or with two at once -- much less anywhere but at home.
-Perhaps it would be worth a try. Although I am prepared for disappointment... would the two of you by any chance be free after this lovely dinner?
-I'm quite sure we could be. Perhaps I'd better ask to be certain. I'll tell you during coffee. Would that be all right?
-Certainly. I'm here for two or three days at least, and I have the day free tomorrow.
-Fine. I believe we, too, have the day off. It might be enjoyable.
After the group stood, he spoke briefly to his wife.
-I had the most interesting conversation with the visiting dancer, he said.
-So I noticed, she said, smiling. She looked across the room at the slender, muscular dancer. More interesting than economics, was it?
-Quite. She is quite sexual, which I never expect in a dancer. He then told her of the proposition.
-Oh, my, Ned. You didn't... yet it might be amusing, do you think? she said. Do you think she quite understood the subtext?
-She started it, in fact. So it might be worth a try if you don't mind.
-I don't mind at all. Perhaps it's just the wine I've had tonight, but, in fact, it might even be a... break in our routine. Do we have enough wine at home?
-Yes, I just bought another case.
-Lovely, the wife said.
-I'll speak to her, then. Shall I say we'll drop her off?
-Certainly.
The second secretary crossed back to the dancer and conveyed the information.
-My wife is not opposed to the idea. In fact, I think she showed some real interest.
-Lovely. When do you propose to leave?
-I suppose in about an hour, after the old man has had his chance to show off.
The guests gathered casually around the famous ambassador in the drawing room for coffee. For the next hour minutes he held forth informally on a variety of topics affecting his current interests in that part of the world and encouraged those present to assist in his developmental aims. After an hour, it was time to leave.
Then the second secretary and his wife escorted the dancer to their car. The dancer sat in front, his wife in back. The second secretary's residence was a villa on a hill above the capital city, with a pool and large terrace. On the way there it became apparent to the couple that the famous dancer was interested in more than listening to music and having a late-night brandy. The man thought she was quite attractive in a slimmed-down, skittish way. His wife thought she was magical.
-This may sound silly, he said to his wife and the dancer as they came through th house and out onto the terrace, but what would you think of a swim?
-It's a lovely pool. Would that be all right? said the dancer.
-There are bathing suits in the changing room there to your left, he said. We'll be right back.
-Thank you.
In their bedroom, the husband spoke.
-Can you believe we're doing this?
-Oh, Ned, we're not that old, said his wife. It's a bit of a break, as some Englishman once said.
-Yes, he said. But you don't mind?
-Not only do I not mind, but also I feel a bit... excited myself, she said.
-Do you suppose we've been here too long?
-Perhaps. But she seems intelligent.
-Quite, he said.
-Then we can find out.
-What do you bet she doesn't put on a suit?
-I don't think I would bet on that, his wife said.
-Neither would I, but I think not. Nonetheless, we should put ours on.
-Of course, she said, stepping into a lithe one-piece black suit. He looked at her body, noticing especially the to-him attractive tan lines. He put on his suit, noticing that his penis was stirring.
They went out to the pool. There they saw the dancer already in the water, stroking smoothly from one end to the other, her hair streaming around her shoulders. It was apparent she had not put on a bathing suit. The couple looked at each other and smiled. Doffing their suits, they slipped into the water. When the dancer came near to the shallow end, they welcomed her and stood on either side. She came to her feet between the two of them. She noticed that they were naked as well.
-This is lovely, she said, moving closer to them and smiling.
-It's the best thing about this posting, in fact, said the wife, her breath coming a little short. The rest of it is pretty mundane.
The dancer moved still closer to them, her breasts now floating in the water.
-Would you say the three of us like this is mundane as well? she said, still looking at the wife.
-No, this is delightfully non-mundane, the wife said.
-Does the water affect this? the dancer then asked, touching the man's penis under water.
-I imagine it does, he said, smiling, and looking at his wife, who smiled at him. But that can be remedied.
-I should like very much to... touch you here in the pool. Would that be... satisfactory?
The man and his wife looked at each other.
-That... that would be very satisfactory, he said, but... it would only be fair to accommodate my wife as well.
-I have that already in mind, the dancer said. Come closer. I will show you.
The two came closer to her. Still holding the man's penis, she slipped her other hand onto the vagina of the wife, touching her knowingly and gently.
-Is this satisfactory? she said.
-Oh... my..., the wife said.
-Then I have an idea. You two must hold me up horizontally here in the water while I masturbate you both. As I do this, I would be happy if the gentleman would prefer to kiss me between the legs, and the lady on the mouth. I wish to kiss a woman now.
The man and woman spread and planted their legs firmly in response to these instructions and to facilitate the fact that they were being masturbated and gently raised the woman to the surface of the water. She had lemon-shaped breasts and a large amount of hair between her legs. She looked at them both and smiled.
-I am quite ready, she said.
The man bent over and began to lick her with his tongue, tasting both her taste and the chlorinated water in his mouth as he did so. The wife leaned over and stroked the dancer's head tentatively with her free hand and they began to kiss. The man, now fully engaged with his mouth and tongue in the dancer's inner area, used his free hand gently to spread her legs. As he did so, he lightly touched her anus, rubbing his finger up and down. He felt it contract and then begin to loosen. He inserted his finger slowly as far as it would go. She stiffened slightly in the water and then relaxed. Like her pussy, her inside was warm to the touch. He wiggled his finger slowly and could feel it pressing through her to where his tongue was inside her pussy.
They remained liked that, each moving slowly and quietly. After awhile, they were beginning to breathe harder. The dancer's hand was moving smoothly on his penis, occasionally tickling his testicles and his anus. He had not felt a hand like hers before and suddenly he felt he would ejaculate at any second. At the same time, the dancer's small hand slipped far up the wife's pussy, massaging her clitoris smoothly with the top knuckle of her thumb. The wife bowed her legs to make access easier. She and the dancer were exchanging their tongues deeply in each other's mouths; the wife was also massaging the dancer's breast with her hand. The man remained buried in the dancer's crotch.
-Mmmmmm, I'm... yes.... now, the man suddenly said, shooting gobs of himself into the water as the dancer's hand caught it and rubbed the warm stuff over his penis while she continued to masturbate him softly. He thought his legs would buckle but he was able to remain upright.
The wife raised her mouth from the dancer's.
-Oh, my, I am as well, she said. Oh my, oh dear.
Finally the dancer spoke.
-And now myself, said the ballerina through the wife's kisses as the man concentrated on her clitoris and on his finger massage.
After awhile the couple lowered the dancer, who put her arms around their shoulders and stood between them. She was slightly shorter and they felt almost parental in holding her. The dancer was slightly breathless.
-That was... marvelous, the dancer said softly. Absolutely marvelous. I enjoyed it very much. I think there is potential here. I have not had an orgasm like this from anyone other than myself in a long time.
-It was certainly interesting, the wife said. I love your mouth. It feels like silk.
-As does yours, madame, said the dancer. I believe you are very interested in women, yes?
-I believe I must be, said the wife. It is quite surprising to me.
-And you, m'sieu? said the dancer, turning to him and, leaning, biting him gently on his nipple.
-I am quite lost, he said. I have never experienced anything like it. It was very enjoyable. And I, too, had more spasms than I normally do. You have very capable hands.
-Thank you. I enjoyed touching you both very much. I believe I will be able to get my hand entirely into you, Madame.
