A Threesome, Twice, With One Exception – A Short Sex Story

Joanna and Winnie worked together, as they had done for many years. Their job? Well they were in charge of purchasing for one of the world’s largest liquor companies based in Dallas Texas. Joanna was in charge, and although Winnie saw herself as an equal, there was little doubt that when in meetings, Joanna held all the authority. Joanna had tried for many years to find someone, anyone with the same qualities that Winnie showed in the workplace, but had always failed miserably, until that day Winnie had walked in for her interview and the pair had hit it off instantly. Winnie had moved positions twice in her short career since graduating University of Texas with a degree in business, Magna Cum Laude. She’d begun as an intern at Neiman Marcus, working her way up to assistant manager at store level before taking a position with the Dallas Cowboys in their front office. her dream was to be independent, free of all debt and to run a department inside the Cowboy organization  which, as time moved on, became more of a pipe dream than reality. And then, out of nowhere, an interview with Saga 4, the second largest liquor conglomerate on the planet. Winnie had attended the interview dressed to thrill, having been told that Mr. David Thorndyke, would be taking that meeting, and so, arriving early, as she always did, and wanting to impress, in more ways than one, she was embarrassed and very surprised when Miss Joanna Letchen had entered the room on Mr. Thorndyke’s behalf, looked her up and down, smiled and then sat opposite Winnie with an attitude that Winnie swore would kill many weaker than she, and in moments, not hours.

And here she was, 8 months into her job, loving every minute of it and as close to her boss, Joanna, as she could have ever imagined.

It had begun within days of Winnie arriving at her new place of employment, and it had started quite unexpectedly. Joanna had asked Winnie to stay after hours to assist in the completion of a new proposal that Joanna had to present to her boss David Thorndyke. Being ambitious, curious and of course conscientious, as she always had been, Winnie agreed instantly to help, and around 9 pm, with both herself and Joanna stuck and unable to solve the final issue of TV budgets for the new Vodka roll out, Joanna had suggested they take a break, go across the road to Black Angus and get a steak, bottle of wine and some peace for an hour, come back and finish their task. Winnie was starving and followed her boss straight out the front door and into a welcome meal, courtesy of her new employer, Saga 4.

Two bottles of wine and a martini or two later, Joanna and Winnie, sitting close to one another in the booth that had been provided to them by an over attentive hostess, had begun, what was now, a serious and animalistic affair. Winnie, whose preference had always been men, with an occasional woman thrown in for good measure, was, at first, very cautious, as Joanna had suggested and then confessed, that her feelings for Winnie were more than just platonic and business like. Winnie, fearing of course for her job and also her sanity, had been very attracted to Joanna since their first meeting, and although she’d felt ‘curious’ as to what Joanna might be like in the ‘sack’, common sense had prevailed and Winnie had veered away from any thoughts of even trying to go in that particular direction, until now. Joanna slid up close to Winnie, and while dessert made its way from the kitchen, Joanna’s hand had made its way into Winnie’s crotch. Both ladies were alive with the scent of passion and before the waitress could arrive with their check, Joanna had whisked Winnie off by one hand, back to the office, leaving a $100 on the table for the meal, and where, behind a very closed-door, they’d stripped off and were making haste for the best orgasm either woman had ever experienced. Ever!

That was now in the past, and both had decided they were now very much in love, figuring out how to work together in public and how to fuck together in private. Joanna had always been a lesbian, but in this, a very male dominated industry, she’d kept her sexual preference to herself and despite the advances, on a regular basis from several men at Saga 4, Joanna had remained ‘single’ and impossible to date, according to all the office gossip. And so, the rumors grew. No one, not even her mother, knew about Winnie, and likewise, Winnie had played the game, understanding fully that this was their business and no one else’s. It had been a while since Winnie had felt the way she did right now with Joanna as her lover, and she’d sort of given up the idea that any man could offer the anything close to the feelings and satisfaction she was enjoying in this relationship with Joanna. She’d tried, now and again, the occasional penis, but it just never seemed to fit!  Recently though, she’d been fantasizing on how nice it would be to have a man inside her again, on a more regular basis, and these thoughts were raising their head once again as, around 11 AM on a Thursday morning, she made her way out to the companies’ reception area to meet George, a vendor who’d come to sell her blocked advertising space for local radio. She’d never met George before, and when she walked into the room where he sat waiting patiently for her arrival, one look told her that she was immediately in trouble and that a penis was indeed what she was missing in her now, almost complete, love life.

George was about 6 foot tall, thin and very good-looking. His charm ran in tandem with his looks and at the very moment their eyes met, George knew that he had to get to know Winnie outside of their proposed working relationship. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she was smitten too. They laughed and joked for about thirty minutes before George took the bull by the horns and suggested they discuss business. Winnie was amazed at how much she’s learned about George in the short moments they’d spoken and she too was now of the opinion that she needed to explore him further. George began his presentation, taking about 45 minutes more before concluding with a one line remark that sent Winnie into a tizzy!  To her, his voice was mesmerizingly sexy, and she was relieved slightly when he finished talking and she was allowed to digest his proposal and then re group as she fought off all her inner urges that said ‘jump him’

George spoke, “… and of course, if you decide to go with us, I would insist on christening our deal over dinner”

She wanted so badly just to say ‘yes’ and ‘no problem,’ but she knew she had to report to Joanna and then to David, to confirm that indeed, George and his corporation where the company they would eventually work with.

“I need a week” she told him as she stood up and looked at George as he ogled her from head to toe. She was dressed in her favorite ‘see through’ white blouse, frilly bra and black mini skirt, which Joanna had insisted she’d put on when they left Winnie’s apartment that particular morning, and Winnie could see that by the look coming from George’s face, Joanna’s insistence had inadvertently paid off. His eyes looked like they were fucking her from every position, she thought, as she stuck out her hand to say goodbye and thank you. George took it gently, and whilst looking straight into her eyes, with a quick and minor diversion towards her full bosom, he came closer, pecked her on the cheek and made her blush instantly, and with her skin turning a very bright pinkish color, Winnie realized that she’d just become wetter than wet inside her freshly laundered panties.

“Oh Shit” she blurted.

“Is anything wrong?” asked George. Winnie muttered something under her breath and made a B line for the door. George followed her like a puppy dog and before he knew it, she was gone, and George was left standing alone in the reception area pondering what he might have done to facilitate her exit. He knew that now was not the time, and like the true salesman he was, he bid farewell to the receptionist sitting behind a huge brown wooden desk, and left, hoping all the while that he hadn’t done anything to upset his potential new client.

Still in a daze and absolutely convinced that her ‘needs’ required some serious attention and a lot more thought, Winnie arrived back in her office with a new-found determination that she should think more seriously about her life and where she was going. Her relationship with Joanna was in a good place, but her inner desires and certainly that wetness which she could still feel, were sending pangs of doubt as to what her real purpose in life should be. She knew she wanted a man, and in particular, she wanted George, but she also knew that her loyalty and her love for Joanna meant that she would have to be completely open and honest with her partner when they sat down that evening to dinner, a time normally set aside for both of them to express their feelings and go over their day together. Winnie was sort of dreading this conversation, but she was also excited that her sexual preference was still as open as it had been when she was 16. Growing up in a small town in Texas, where men ruled and women were cheerleaders, had turned Winnie into a complete cynic when it came to sex. She’s always like boys, indeed she’d slept with over 20 before she was 18, but then a lady called Thora has marched into her life during her freshman year at college, and after spending one night with Thora, Winnie had decided that men were perhaps not the be all and end all for her. She’d continued to have sex with men, even though this had upset Thora tremendously, eventually deciding that she was bi-sexual and although her preferences were certainly lending themselves towards same-sex relationships, she hoped one day to settle down and have a family, with a man as her permanent partner. And then, out of the blue had come Joanna and for the last 8 to 9 months, Winnie had found herself ignoring her past and concentrating only on the love she now felt for a woman, with whom she believed she would spend the rest of her life. That was, until George had walked in to her confusion, earlier that day.

“How’d the meeting go?” Joanna asked as she walked into Winnie’s office, gliding casually towards her desk with a large smile and a formidable ‘I am going to fuck you later’ look on her face. One that Winnie knew all too well, and one that before her meeting with George, would have set her on fire for the remainder of the day.

“It was good. We should give them the account to work on. Here’s the full proposal” she said softly, as she tossed Georges report onto her desk towards the advancing Joanna.

“What’s wrong with you?” Joanna asked. She could sense something was up. She’s known Winnie a very long time and when she was ‘off’ Joanna knew it in a heartbeat.

“Close the door please” Winnie said, with a scowl on her face. Joanna retreated back towards the door and shut it tight, before coming back and sitting on top of Winnie’s desk, with her legs crossed and eyes looking straight into Winnie’s sadness.

“Ok” Joanna said, “so what’s your problem?”

Winnie had no intention of getting into the rights and wrongs of their relationship during working hours, but her heart was pounding, and her mind was in overdrive. She was about to burst, and Joanna could sense that the next few minutes were going to be very uncomfortable, although she had no idea why.

George sat in the front seat of his Ford Escape, his XM radio turned on listening to the Texas Rangers play the New York Yankees in a rain delayed game coming from New York city. His inclination had been to get out of the Saga 4 offices and return to his own desk, put the meeting out of his mind and get on with his day, but something about the way Winnie and he had connected, was driving George to distraction. He was seriously thinking about walking right back in there, finding her desk and fucking her on the spot, should she allow him to do so of course. He sat, one ear on the game and one hand on his cell phone, number at the ready, willing his way to push the dial button that would connect him to Winnie’s direct line. Should he or shouldn’t he? George was nearly 30 years old, had never been married, had been in love more times than he could count, or so he’d thought, but this encounter with Winnie had just set off alarm bells inside his heart and a fire drill inside his penis! He was sure he was going to fuck this woman and right now, his mind was telling him to do it before his courage waned. He sure hope she was single, and if not, he was determined to get her to admit to their attraction and finish any relationship she might be involved in, in order that they could pursue time and space together. ‘Am I going nuts?’ he asked himself more than just once. But he knew he wasn’t and with all that said, George turned off the radio, got out the car, locked the door and made his way back inside the Saga 4 office complex.

Winnie’s palms were sweaty, her normally calm demeanor was gone, and her desire to get this over and done with, well…., well lets just say she was definitely on the verge of just blurting everything out. Joanna could sense this, and after dismounting from the edge of the desk where she’d been sitting, came round to the other side, grabbed Winnie by her waist and stuck her tongue deep into Winnie’s throat. The two of them were now entwined in the most passionate of kisses and suddenly, if only for the briefest of moments, all of Winnie’s concerns and tribulations, vanished under feelings of pure enjoyment and sexual desire. She was so turned on by this woman, always had been and probably always would be, and right now, she was consumed by her wish to be fucked right there and then on her desk.

George had a dilemma. How to get past the receptionist without her making a call to alert Winnie he was on his way up to her office. This wasn’t going to be easy, but he had a plan.

Joanna, wet as ever, had already removed Winnie’s blouse and was in the process of removing her bra. Winnie was lying, legs spread, on her desk, begging for more, panting, eyeballs inside her head,  and seriously considering her next move, which she knew would be the removal of all of her clothes and then her number one wish, for Joanna to go down on her and bring her to climax, something Joanna did with skill and tenderness and something Winnie looked forward to every time they slept together. Only there was still an issue to be resolved, and Winnie didn’t quite know how to resolve it. Her door wasn’t locked, and it was common practice for anyone at anytime to come barging in though with any questions, thoughts or otherwise, unannounced and with an open door policy. Winnie was so wet, so engrossed in what was happening to her at that moment in time that she just put the thoughts of her unlocked door to one side of her brain, opened her legs even further and lay back as Joanna removed the very last piece of her clothing.

George was now inside the Saga 4 reception area. He was hell-bent on skipping through their security area and making his way up to the 6th floor to where he knew Winnie’s desk was located. He felt like such a fool, but he was determined and when George was determined, there wasn’t much anyone could do to halt this steam train, as many had found out to their detriment in the past. The receptionist recognized him immediately and was surprised by how quickly he’s returned. Without blinking, George blurted out,

“I left my sample case with Winnie by mistake. I just called her, she told me to come right back in and straight to her desk to retrieve it. I need it for my next meeting….” And as quick as a flash, before he could finish his sentence and while waving off all attempts by the receptionist to suggest she call ahead, George jumped into the first elevator as it opened its doors, smiled at the security guard, and pushed 6.

David Thorndyke was married to Ann. They’d been in love for 5 out of the 6 years they’d lived together, but the past 12 months had been difficult, with continual counseling sessions unable to bridge those gaping holes that had been created in a marriage that was supposedly ‘made in heaven’.  David had been suspicious that his wife had been unfaithful to him, not just once, but several times, and although Ann had vehemently denied this, David was convinced and unable to move on with the same passion that had brought them together all those years ago. David had been promoted 4 times at Saga 4 and was now a senior VP in the purchasing department, a job that paid him well over 6 figures plus a bonus every year, depending on how much money he was able to save the company. He loved his job, probably more than he loved his wife, but at this stage of his marriage, his feelings for Ann had waned to the point of no return, and without question, his focus had turned to keeping his business life busy whilst looking around to see if there were any women he would like to fuck occasionally. And, as stupid as it seemed, there were plenty, giving David the opportunity and the release he required to put his relationship with Ann on a back burner until he’d decided in his own mind if she was telling him the truth or not, which, at this stage, he was dreadfully unsure either way. His passion, outside of his work, had been fishing and golf, and it was his good golfing buddy John Speitz who’d suggested that David interview George Gregerson from PT Advertising, to see if there was any common ground from a strategic point of view, for Saga 4 to take on radio advertising as a media buy. John had assured David that George was a great guy and would ‘look after him’ David had taken John’s advice and set up a meeting, which unfortunately had coincided with one of his and Ann’s counseling sessions, and so David had asked Joanne to take the meeting on his behalf. David had no idea that Joanne had also made a prior commitment, and had passed the buck to Winnie. With his wife’s final words from their morning session still ringing in his ears, ‘why don’t you just fuck your assistant Joanna and divorce me’, David was about to make his way to Joanna’s office to catch up on the events of her meeting with the man from PT when his telephone rang. It was Ann.

“Yes dearest?” David said with a certain amount of sarcasm in his, by now, frustrated voice. He hated when she interrupted him, especially when he was on his way out of his office.

Crying, and with a voice that could have been heard for miles around, Ann shouted “WHO THE FUCK IS WINNIE?”

The elevator reached the 6th floor and out popped George…….

How would you like this story to end? I am open to suggestions even though I’ve written the ending. I would like to hear from you. Please send your responses to my private emails address, alanzoltie@gmail.com, and I will read them and decide on the best one. The winner, if I believe it’s better than mine, will receive a signed copy of my book Kennel Hill. So, get writing!

Got an opinion? Let's hear it!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.