In a forest park, where a lesbian throuple spots it

There were, Valerie reflected, few things more enjoyable than walking through a forest on a warm day in late spring with a curvaceous woman on each arm.

She herself had few curves to speak of, but she towered over her girlfriends, Sydney and Rachel, her sleeveless crop top and short shorts showing as much of her hard muscle as she could without running afoul of public indecency laws, just as the other two, dressed similarly, were showing as much cleavage, and accentuating as much of their huge asses, as they could.

Since nobody was around, though, they weren't exactly arm-in-arm, but rather Valerie was playing with a huge boob on either side of her while her girlfriends were attempting, without much success, to knead the hard muscle of what passed for an ass for her.

"We should do this more often," Rachel said, moaning softly as Valerie played with her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"What, and take away from what little time Valerie's up to fuck us?" Sydney retorted. "You know she's usually pretty tired from whatever construction project she's on."

"But you love the muscles I have for it, and meanwhile I get two smoking hot partners who pull in twice my pay and are always willing to go whenever I'm up for it because you get horny working desk jobs."

"And it's not like we don't have plenty of sex with just the two of us," Rachel added.

"Yeah, and don't get me wrong, I love having a girlfriend who's every bit as busty as I am," Sydney replied, "but I also want time with my big muscle babe girlfriend, you know?"

"I have some time off coming up," Valerie reminded them. "I've been doing this ever since I got out of high school a decade ago, learned on the job, didn't need to go to university to get a fancy degree like you two. Seniority's got its benefits."

"Be more benefits if you'd just accept that managerial role they keep offering you," Sydney grumbled.

"You know full well that Val'd be a terrible manager," Rachel pointed out. "And anyway, she gets paid as much as a manager because of how the contract works."

"Still not as much as you two, and all you do is fiddle with spreadsheets all day."

"Hey, don't forget the two and a half hours of meetings, plus the emails from people who are aware enough to know that they don't need a meeting," Sydney said.

"Glad that's not a thing I have to deal with. I'll leave that to the educated professionals." Valerie affected a stereotypical accent and removed her hand from Sydney's tit to curl a lock of hair around her finger. "Like, this dumb blonde jock would totally rather be lifting girders and fixing I-beams than sitting through boring meetings." She promptly returned to feeling up the brunette.

Rachel ran a hand through her long, luscious black hair. "I do appreciate having a tall, strong girlfriend, don't get me wrong, but I kinda wish there was a way you could also have big boobs, a huge ass, long hair like me and Sydney." She held up a finger to forestall Valerie's obvious retort. "And yes, I know, I know. The curves would just get in the way of your work, if you could even keep them with the muscle, and the hair wouldn't work with the safety equipment. I get it. I can dream, though."

Valerie chuckled. "I can assure you that I've gone to sleep more than a few times wishing that as well, the more so since I met both of you. But I'm happy as I am, stable incomes, nice apartment, hot lovers. Still, won't deny that I would change a few things if I could, but only if you both agree." The other two indicated that they also felt that way.

"Pity genies aren't real, then," Sydney said. "Though if we found one, who would get it?"

"I'd vote for all of us rubbing the lamp at once. Either the genie gives us each a wish, maybe, or it would just be whoever randomly touched it a millisecond earlier than the others," Rachel speculated.

"I'd go for that as well," Valerie said.

Sydney nodded. "I guess we'll know what to do if the imposs--" She cut off as she spied something on the ground. "I mean, it's still impossible," she went on, gesturing at the gold oil lamp lying on the side of the path, "but can't hurt to try?"

Valerie and Rachel both shrugged. "Can't hurt," they agreed in turn.

"On three, then," Valerie went on. "One... two..."

Three fingers rubbed the lamp, as close to simultaneously as they could.