Atie Angela & I

Work Experience - Katie, Angela & I - Part 3

The Dreams Continue. Relationships start to settle down.

Author's Note: I do not recap previous stories. But should you desire to get a bit of background information, a more complete appreciation of events may be gained by reading 'Work Experience - Katie, Angela & I - Part 2.' Your vote for this story will be appreciated. I hope you enjoy your read.

I will never ever say 'it could not or would not ever happen like that.' If human behaviour over thousands of years has taught us anything, it is that everything and anything is possible within the realms of the human psyche so readers need to keep an open mind when reading not only my stories, but those of other authors also.

In terms of human relationships, no matter how improbable, how inconceivable, how beyond credibility, something may seem, if it has been thought of, it has already happened, no matter how far-fetched it may seem.

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I moved beside Angela, leaned over her and kissed her again, but this time all my attention was directed to her. We'd already spent a lot of time fondling each other, so as I ran my hand over her breasts, and moved it down further, to her sex, which was so wet it was now slippery not only with her own juices but also from Katie's and my mouth juices from our earlier 'getting to know you' session.

Katie's pussy was also wet, for all the same reasons. And so it was, also for my cock. This truly was unbelievable. The whole thing. The three of us together, at the same time, not having to worry about Angela's parents. This truly was a dream come true, although I still had reservations about how we would interact with Angie's parents in the morning.

But right now, my lips were against Angie's erotically erect nipple, with my tongue running around it, and then running around the ridged slightly bumpy areola that had contracted into a sensually hard surface. The combination of hard nipple, hard areola and soft firmness of her breast was exquisite. And Angela obviously felt the same if the sounds coming from her lips was any indication.

More moans came from Angie, as I gently inserted my middle finger fully into her vagina. It felt fantastic as I moved it around her wet, soaking tightness, more moans now, accompanied by pelvic movement occurred every time I ran my finger over the smooth hardness of the tip of her cervix, and especially when I pressed my finger against the opening at its end.

God, it felt so good, it felt so intimate, so complete, and it felt just so good!

But it didn't stop there. I had expected Katie to just kind of be a sort of spectator at this point, but while Angie and I had been sharing our passions, Katie had moved around, and after rubbing her full swinging breasts over my legs, she'd moved into position and taken my penis into her warm, wet, mouth.

I was absolutely amazed, that the three of us had so naturally, so easily, fallen into this relationship.

But while that was beautiful, Angie had now started arching her back, and my cock had started twitching more often. It was time.

"Katie," I croaked, "thank you... but now I need it for something else."

She looked up at me with her startlingly blue eyes as she lifted her head away from my cock, and raised herself to move away, once again, exposing her full swinging breasts to my gaze.

I then raised myself up and moved over Angela, moving between her legs and placing my cockhead close to the entrance of her vagina. She raised her legs in the air, bending them at her knees. Then I felt a hand encircle most of my cock, and then that hand moved my cockhead up and down her slit, before placing it at the entrance to her vagina, and then pulling down on it gently to start feeding it in. And then, the hand was gone.

I thought it had been Angela who had handled my manhood, but then as I looked to first one side, then the other, I observed Angie's hands tucked into the backs of her knees.

I then look over my shoulder to Katie, and saw that coy smile, the blue sparkling eyes, as she licked the fingers of her right hand.

There was a future here, I thought, as I slowly entered Angie's vagina, until I could go no further. Our pubic bones were in contact, and after a brief pause, and without any in and out movement, I started gently rocking back and forth over her pubic bone. The feeling was incredible. She was as tight as always, but her wetness made the movement so sensual.

And I could feel Angie also reacting, pushing up against me, keeping the movement sensually tiny, both of us just rocking against each other. It was a feeling I never wanted to stop. But as we continued that feeling that I never wanted to stop, it was replaced by another feeling that was equally stimulating. The rocking, slowly at first, increased in speed, as our breaths got shorter but deeper, and then as the rocking gave way to movement, our passions heightened as we both sought to be inside each other as far as was humanly possible, and as we both wrapped our arms and legs around each other, we became one as we erupted into simultaneous climax, Angie's muscles pulsing, sucking, out of my cock, every single last drop of any sperm that it held, while I was complementing her actions by continuing to pump out every single bit of sperm I had produced. I had never known my testes sack to be so beautifully tight before.

And then happened, another thing I had never experienced before, when Katie moved around behind me and stroked my sack, from the back, nearly at my anus, upwards towards my shaft. Damn, if I thought I was finished, what Katie did, actually did cause me to make another couple of pumps, of sperm into Angie's warm, tight, welcoming depths.

When those last two pumps had finished, I looked into Angie's eyes, and I saw something I had never seen before. I saw a sparkle, a life, a glint, emotion, that I never thought I would, could, ever see in those jet black eyes. It was such a beautiful sight. And the weird thing was, that Katie had helped get that look there.

What I didn't know, was that every time every time Angie and I had made love, I think her body had gotten used to my sperm, because there was no other explanation for Angie having fallen, with the help of Katie, pregnant that night.

When Angie and I had finally come down from our high, I was exhausted. As I lay there, flat on my back, Angie, was doing the same beside me. But that did not stop Katie from squeezing her body in between us.

She planted her elbows on the bed, and initially put her chin on her open hands. Then when she was ready to talk, she raised that chin from her hands. Then she spoke.

"Guys... you may not want to hear this, but I love you guys... I know this sounds kind of strange, given the short time we have all been together, but nevertheless that's the way I feel. And I've never been happier...You know, I never thought I could share my guy with another woman, but... and I sometimes still have trouble believing this... I could not be happier that we are all together."

With that, Katie bent over Angie, and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, which she then followed up by doing the same to me.

Then she said, "I'm starving."

We all cracked up, having realised that none of us had eaten.

"I'll order pizza," said Angie, as she climbed naked out of the bed, went into the kitchen, picked up the phone and ordered pizza.

I watched her as she walked out swinging her hips in that confident manner that attractive women do, and admired the way her back curved down into her waist before flaring out over her hips, the vision being completed, by the curve of her hips taking a detour to form the delicious rounds of her buttocks.

"She really is attractive, isn't she," said Katie, smiling as she straightened out her right arm and ran her hand over my bare chest.

"Yes she is," I answered, "and so are you." Katie reached over and kissed me.

"Katie?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Why do you guys feel for me the way you do? I'm damn near twice your ages... you are both beautiful, so beautiful, so you can pick, and you can choose, anybody you want. Why me?"

"My beautiful Davey," she said, "we... you... Angela... and I, have worked together for almost ten years now. If we don't know what we are each about by now, then I give up on human relationships."

Katie continued, "You stupid jerk," she said, "when will you finally accept that we, Angie and I, love you for who and what you are... Sure it may be unusual, but unfortunately that's the way it's worked out... and as far as I am concerned there isn't anything that's going to change that... sooooo, if I were you, I would just shut up and accept the reality of the situation."

"And you know what else?" she added, "I have a feeling you got Angie pregnant tonight."

"Just call it female intuition," she said, "but I won't really know until tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'll explain when the time is right."

Katie, I had really finally worked out was truly one of nature's most beautiful people, and I vowed right there and then, that she was someone that I would never hurt.

"Think we should get dressed?" I asked her.

"Yep," Katie replied, and we both got dressed, just as Angie walked back into the room.

God, she was so beautiful, so desirable, I thought as I watched this graciously moving, olive skinned Greek beauty, her own full breasts swaying walking towards me.

And it was at this moment, as she walked towards me, that I knew my feelings for Angela were exactly the same as those I felt for Katie, that is, that I vowed, that I would never do anything to hurt her.

And I realised, that despite what I had thought I had felt previously, that in all my previous marriages that I had loved the women I had married, and absolutely and totally believed that to be true, it was not until this moment, that I realised, that I had unreservedly committed my love to these two women. And I was further surprised that I had committed my love, in the full knowledge that someday I might get hurt, after all, these two women were only half my age.

But I no longer cared about that. I trusted them totally, and if sometime in the future that all came undone, then so be it, but in the meantime, these two beautiful women, would get all my love.

That's not to say I wouldn't get grumpy sometimes, but I somehow knew that my grumpiness would be about minor issues, and would pass very quickly.

As my consciousness returned to reality, "Angie, my beautiful lady," I said, "should you put some clothes on, or should Katie and I get undressed?"

"Pizzas are coming, so I'll get some clothes on," she giggled, as she walked past me into her room. But not before she squeezed my now pants clad cock.

We moved to the kitchen and sat down. Katie had put the kettle on and made three coffees while we waited for the pizza to arrive. When it did, we demolished it very quickly.

And then, as we sat there our hunger, at least temporarily sated, I said, "Guys, I have a real problem, that you not only need to know about, but one that we need to fix."

Angie spoke first, "Catherine?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"This morning she demanded, not hinted, or asked, but demanded that I fuck her, under a threat."

"What was the threat?" Angie asked.

"She said, 'fuck me or you'll be sorry' or words to that effect." Then I said, "I know you guys know about her, for obvious reasons, but do you think she knows about us?"

"I don't know," both Angela and Katie replied simultaneously.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked, "I don't want to do her... I mean... that anymore... but I don't know what form her threat implies, and I don't know what I need to do, to get her off my back, so to speak."

"I did a really dumb thing when I first fucked her. I wasn't with anyone at the time, and she'd always shown an interest in me, and then one night... after work... we fucked. But I thought no more of it, except that since, I've kind of formed the opinion that she is a bit of a nymphomaniac. I mean, this morning's effort, proved that. She didn't care about anything except her own satisfaction."

"Well, however we decide to tackle this, one thing we cannot do... is to make Catherine feel like she is a woman scorned," said Katie.

"I agree," said Angela.

So this was now me blurting out, to these two women, who knew much more about these feminine feelings than I would ever know, "I really need to make her think she is finishing with me, of her own accord, isn't it?" I asked.

Angie and Katie looked at each other, passing, unseen to me, communications that are unique between women.

Once again, Angela spoke, "yes, I think you are right, but now I ask the same question you did a while ago... how do we make her think it has been she that has rejected you, rather than the other way 'round."

There was an extended silence before I answered. But I loved the way Angie used the term 'we' instead say, 'you'.

"I think there is a way I can do that, but you guys will need to trust me, and you will need to accept that I may need to, especially given her behaviour this morning, on maybe more than a few occasions, have sex with her, before we get the situation we want."

Without any hesitation, Katie replied, "My love, I do trust you, even if you need to have sex with her, as I know there will not be any love behind it. And I don't know of any other way, other than through you, of making her decide she no longer wants you... Besides, Angie and I both know about your relations with her, and we still love you...there is nothing different here than was here a month ago, in this regard."

Katie looked at Angie.

Then Angie spoke, "I have to agree with Katie...and I do also trust you. But I will add, that even if you have sex with her, albeit reluctantly, I know you will enjoy it. That is the way males are made. But I do truly believe that we will be able to work this out."

"Okay, so where do we go from here?" I asked, "I know I have your support, but how do we get this woman, this nympho, out of our lives? Given that it is she that must reject me!"

Both women, weirdly, and simultaneously, spoke, unbelievably saying the same words, "You will do what needs to be done."

And then, Angela's parents walked into the kitchen.

Initially, they cast curious glances around the three of us, I think, trying to read in our faces, where things were at. They were no dummies, as compared when to when they had met us earlier this evening, they had detected a change in our demeanours.

The father spoke to Angela in Greek. She replied in Greek. And at one stage, both Katie and I looked at each other as Angie's mum and dad broke out into huge smiles, before continuing their Grecian dialogue.

And then mom and dad were happy again. They said their goodnight's to all of us, even to the extent, that I found surprising, in that both Angie's mum and dad, kissed all of us goodnight.

"What was all that about," I asked addressing my question to Angie.

"Oh, they just wanted to know if everything was okay... and then they asked... if you guys were staying tonight."

Eyes wide open I asked, "And what did you say?"

"Yes," Angie replied.

"And they don't have a problem with that?" I asked again, incredulously.

"Not a one," Angie replied with a huge grin on her face.

I found this generous and permissive attitude difficult to come to terms with, especially from traditionally Greek parents, who were normally great sticklers for tradition, until Angie added, "you know, sometimes I can't work out where my folks are coming from. They have never taken to any of my male friends, even though many of them were Greek, and they only just tolerated most of my male cousins, but for some reason they have totally accepted you 'foreigners'... you and Katie... Quite frankly, I'll be fucked if I know how they knew, apart from what I have told them, my own words, that they had every right to be sceptical about, how they know, that we three love each other."

And when we went into Angie's bedroom and stripped off our clothes, I first made love to Katie, and then again to Angie, after she had tasted and sucked off my cock, the combined results of Katie's and my juices, before impaling herself on me and riding it to a powerful climax, before we all fell asleep in each other's arms. My last thoughts before dropping off to sleep, were that I was amazed at my stamina. I know I have always had a very high sex drive, but even so, I was still amazed at the new heights I had scaled stamina wise, simply as a result of being in love with two beautiful women, who incredulously, were happy to share me.

Then came the morning.

Still a bit sceptical, the end of our euphoria, I thought.

But that was not to be the case. Angie's alarm setting had not been changed from the day before, and it went off at 7.00 A.M. A naked Angie, breasts and buttocks beautifully bouncing, jumped up and yelled at us to go and get showered. That we did, and by the time the three of us had showered and dressed, we still had stacks of time to spare as Angie lived so close to work.

We went into the kitchen to be, surprisingly, met by a set table having a breakfast selection of bacon and eggs, toast, glasses of orange juice, coffee percolating, and tea brewing, and a smiling Angela's mum.

If there was any doubt about Angie's family accepting where we were at, this morning absolutely put any doubts to rest.

But I didn't know what Katie's feelings were about last night's events.

But I need not have worried, as they were the same as mine.

Angela's mum came over to me and said, with a huge smile on her face, as she put her hands on my shoulders, and in that typical first generation arrivals in their new land accent, "you gonna maka baby with my Angie, yes?" and then I was floored as she went over to Katie, put her hands on Katie's shoulders and said, "youa beautiful girl, I thinka you lova my Angie too, yes?...and youa gonna makea baby too witha David?" Then she added, "...you knowa Katie youra baby willa be to me, the same asa my Angie's baby."

I sat there open mouthed as I listened to Angie's mother's words. It was so unbelievable. I mean it was so not Greek. And both Angela and Katie, looked a bit stunned. Actually, it was not a bit, it was a lot stunned. It was only later that I figured out I had found the answer. I had thought that Angie's parents had despaired of her ever having children, and thereby depriving them of more grandchildren. But... I thought that now there was a chance of grandchildren and they quite accepted that the father would not be a Greek god, that they had always hoped would be the father of Angela's children.

Relationship wise, it didn't get any better than this.

I only had Catherine to deal with now. But how the fuck was I going to get her out of my... our, lives?

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We all arrived at work this Thursday morning in separate cars, but just in case, we staggered our entry times into the actual building as we could see Catherine's car in the car park and we didn't want to give her any more information than she might already have had.

"G'day fella's!" I exclaimed as I walked through the office to my desk and dropped my shoulder bag behind me onto the floor.

"What's this fella's bit?" asked Catherine smiling, obviously in a much better humour than yesterday morning.

"What do you mean?" I asked, smiling back.

"Do we look like fella's to you?" she asked.

"Well, I know there is meant to be a difference between certain types of fellas, but, as I've led a very sheltered life, I'm not sure what it is. The only thing I know is, is that for some reason, unknown to me at this time, is that some fella's, excite me in ways that other fella's don't... and you know the funny thing in all this, is that the fella's I seem to be attracted to, have to date, all, without exception, had bumps on the fronts of their upper bodies. I dunno, maybe I'm partial there's something wrong with me, but in the meantime, until I know if there is some kind of other difference, everybody's a fella to me," and I smiled as I extended my arms and turned my palms upwards."