The Perfect Third by Morticia Knight Page B

wanted a girl to marry.
    Lorne and Antony had hit it off immediately. Both had been very serious about their musical aspirations and studies. But while Antony had eventually become more invested in being a conductor on Broadway—as he was a bit of a showman—Lorne had become a very sought-after film score composer. Between the two of them, they were financially well off, sharing a penthouse in Manhattan that overlooked Central Park.
    Like many college buddies, they had sometimes gone on double dates. One telling night a couple of years after they’d met, they’d agreed to join their dates at a club. One of the two women hadn’t shown up, and they’d decided they shouldn’t let a good night go to waste. This was how their true preferences had become known, as all three had ended the evening together in bed. When it was over, Lorne and Antony had discussed what had happened, and realised that it had been the most erotic and fulfilling sexual experience they’d ever had. It had also revealed to them that they would never feel truly fulfilled sexually without the other present; they liked the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects of ménage.
    Then they’d bought the penthouse together, and that was when they’d met Monika. The timing had seemed fortuitous.
    Monika was a stunning, supermodel-tall, athletically built blonde. She had come to the States to get a musical she’d written produced on Broadway. Once the run of the musical had finished, she’d informed them both that she was leaving. She’d told them they were both ‘sweet’ and that her time with them had been ‘lovely’. It had seemed so much more to the both of them. Maybe Antony was right, Lorne thought. She was just practice for the ultimate when it arrived. Oh well, I might as well get in a little more practice with Denise .
    He looked sideways at Antony, who gave a slight nod. They were so used to each other, and knew how to non-verbally communicate exactly what sexy move was next on the evening’s agenda. Lorne held Denise’s head, as he gently backed out of her mouth.
    “Oh, darling,” she purred, “I wasn’t done eating.”
    “I know, but we have something special for you tonight. What you said you always wanted to try.”
    Denise took in a quick breath. “You mean…”
    “Yes, baby. Now be a good girl and get on top of Antony.”
    Antony, already clued-up to the night’s festivities, had positioned himself on his back on the bed. He scooted over to the middle, but still kept his legs over the end with his feet on the ground. He had stroked himself to a good hard erection. Lorne’s long and thick cock was impressive, but Antony’s God-like erection was spectacular. Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.
    “Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”
    Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.
    “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.
    “Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”
    Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’
    “Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”
    “Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”
    Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what