It's time for me to arrange a threesome for Kurt.

You are married in Vegas (Vegas, baby!) and as soon as you get back, you pack up your apartment into storage and you and your clothes move in with Kurt.

You're a married woman!

Of course you fuck A LOT, and you give him a lot of blow jobs, and you spend time fixing up the apartment and buying more clothes and coming up with all sorts of creative ways of teasing him and turning him on (so many different outfits to choose from!!).

But after a couple of months, you can tell he's getting antsy, and you know exactly what for.

He wants a threesome.

You can tell that it's a test. Will you live up to your negotiated agreement? Will you find other women for him too fuck and will you arrange threesomes for him?

You discuss it with April, thinking she might be able to help you find someone.

"I'll do it," April says.

"What, you?"

"Why not? Kurt's hot. I've always wondered what he was like in the sack."

April is, of course, very hot and sexy. With blond hair and a tight body which is well exercised at the gym.

"Isn't it, you know, against some sort of code to ball your customers?"

"Former customers," she points out. "But no, there's no code. It's an unregulated business."

So the two of you put your heads together to figure out how this will work.

"What are you doing here, April?" Kurt asked, accepting a drink from his trophy wife. "Did my last check bounce?"

You go over to April and give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You both turned to face Kurt, arms around each other. You're wearing a pink crop-top with long sleeves that makes your boobs look enormous, with a pleated micro-mini skirt. Deciding that contrast was best, April is wearing an elegant silk blouse with a business-like linen skirt.

"I thought it might be nice if April joined us for drinks, and maybe more," you said.

"More?" Kurt asked.

"More," April said, her meaning clear.

Both you and April join Kurt on the sofa, putting him in the center.

"If that's okay with you?" you ask Kurt, thrusting out your chest and batting your eyes at him.

"Of course!" Kurt says, with a huge shit-eating grin.

April unbuttons the top button of her blouse and runs a finger down into her cleavage. "Are you sure?" she asks in a kitten voice, breathing heavily.

"I am so sure," Kurt replies, his eyes wide.

"Oh, April, thank you so much for joining us," you say, reaching over and pulling her close.

"My pleasure, Jennifer," April breaths, as your lips meet and you have your first girl-on-girl kiss with tongue, right in front of Kurt's hungry eyes, as both pairs of breasts press against his body.

"Where are my manners?" you say suddenly. "Kurt, I forgot to give you your 'welcome home' kiss! What a bad wife I am, forgetting to tell my husband how much I appreciate him as soon as he gets home!"

You say this with your lips right against Kurts, and then pull him into a deep 'welcome home' kiss, as your arm 'accidentally' drifts down to his crotch, where his hard cock is already throbbing in anticipation.

"And I just wanted to say 'thank you', Kurt," April says, snuggling close to Kurt. "For letting my join you and Jennifer in your happy home." She then pulls Kurt into a kiss of her own, her hand joining yours to stroke his member.

"You know, I think it's getting hot in here," you say, pulling off your crop top. You're wearing a pink lace bra underneath.

"Me too," says April, unbuttoning her silk blouse. She does this slowly, making sure Kurt can see each button slowly reveal her own ample bosom capture inside it's cream-lace and silk bra.

"Isn't that so much better, Kurt?" you ask, as the two of you do a 'group hug' with Kurt's face.

"Oh..." he groans, four breasts in bras pressed into his face as he is surrounded by tit flesh and arms. "Yessssss...."

"You know, Jennifer," April says. "Now that I'm here, I'd be happy to help out around the house." She grasps Kurt's, now fully hard, cock in her hands and squeezes it. "Is there anything you need help with? I'm a really good problem solver, so, you know, if there are any especially 'hard' problems you need to have solved," she gives Kurt's cock another good squeeze, "I'd be happy to help you solve them."

"Oh gosh, April," you say, teasingly. "I do have one really hard problem I could use your help with, but you're our guest! I couldn't allow guests to help me out around the house."

"Let her help!" says Kurt, his voice muffled by your two pairs of breasts.

"Oh," you say. "Well, Kurt says I should let you help? And you know, I always do what my husband tells me to do!" you emphasize your points by pushing your breasts into Kurt's face.

"Excellent!" says April. "How can I help?"

"Well," you say. "I have this large knob, that needs, like, constant polishing. Honestly, I need to polish it, like, several times a day! And the problem is, that it can only be polished with a woman's tongue. Could you help me polish it? I would be ever so grateful!"

"I would love to help!" says April, enthusiastically. "I'm something of an expert knob polisher with my tongue. Where is this knob? Is it in the library?"

"No..." I say, unbuckling Kurt's belt, pulling it out of the loops to get it out of the way and throwing it to the side.

"Well, then... this knob that needs polishing with our tongues, is it in the conservatory?"

"No, it's not in the conservatory, it's much closer than that." I say, unbuckling and unzipping Kurt's pants. Kurt's bulge in his plaid boxers is clearly throbbing.

"Oh!! Closer?" April says with her best bimbo voice. "Jennifer, is this knob in this room?"

"Yes!" I say, opening the fly on Kurt's boxers and pulling out his hard cock. "In fact, it's right here!"

"Oh, it is such a beautiful knob!" April says. "It is so large and well proportioned!"

"Isn't it?" you say. "It's my pride and joy."

"Shall we get to polishing?" April asks.

"I think we should!"

And with that, you and April scoot down and start licking and 'polishing' Kurt's well proportioned 'knob'. Your tongues run up and down his shaft, often touching each other. Soon, your lips are enthusiastically kissing the shaft, as you and April become intimate with Kurt's cock and each other.

Kurt, of course, thinks this is absolutely fantastic. It's when you and April are both kissing his little helmet, with lots of tongue wriggling all over, really you two are kissing each other with tongue and there just happens to be a cock head in your mouths as well...

... when Kurt cums!

Sperm jets from the slit at the tip of his member, right into both your mouths. You both squeal and pull back, and it keeps shooting, covering your faces and getting into your hair... getting all over really. Quickly, you grab Kurt's cock to pump it and April grabs his balls. And he groans and his cock jerks and continues to shoot, as if he were a horny teenage virgin (which, he probably was, at least with two women at once).

"Well!" says April. There are stripes of cum all over her face, including one right across her eye. "That was... voluminous!"

"Yes," you say. "I should have warned you. This knob can get... messy when it's over-polished."

"Just one of the many work hazards of the knob polisher!" April say, grinning. She takes a finger and scoops up a big glob of cum from my face and feeds it to me. "Should we clean all this up?" she asks, in a throaty voice.

"Oh... yes..." you say.

And, like sex kittens, you and April lick each other up, mewling and swallowing, until ever last drop of Kurt's cum is in your tummies. Kurt, of course, watches this with big, round eyes, his very own little porn show acted right in front of him by his wife and former executive matchmaker!

"Oh! It looks like the knob needs polishing again," April says, since Kurt's cock has returned to full hardness.

"Yes, it does!" you say. "But maybe we should get some dinner first? We can skip right to the main course, since, you know, we've already had our appetizers."

"That sounds wonderful," April says. "Knob polishing can really build up an appetite! And then..."

We disentangle ourselves from Kurt and stand up.

"Yes, April?"

"Well, I have a special knob polishing ointment," she says, "right here between my legs?"

"How does that work?" you ask innocently, as the three of you make your way to the dining room, where Kurt sits at the head of the table, with a goofy satisfied grin on his face.

"Well, I have to press this button, you see, to release the polishing ointment into my special knob polisher," April explains. "It's a bit messy, to be honest. But it works amazingly well. I insert the knob into the knob polisher, and it's covered by ointment, and then I move the polisher up and down the knob, making sure to get the head of the knob all the way back, so that it is fully polished."

"And all that is between your legs?" you ask. "How astonishing! You are amazing, April!"

"Screw dinner," Kurt says, getting up suddenly. "I say we try that out right now!"

Well, of course, the three of you go to the master bedroom, where April demonstrates her special knob polisher for you and Kurt, and then she polishes his knob really, really good... and really really deep, as you look on, laying next to them, occasionally kissing Kurt on the lips and occasionally kissing April on the lips.

You admit that something about being in your wedding bed with another woman feels like you're breaking taboos left and right. You watch as she fucks your husband, his rod diving deep into her pussy (sorry, her 'knob polisher') and you are so turned on. You reach your fingers between your own legs and find your own (newly reconstructed) clit, which you were careful to well lubricate earlier, and you make yourself cum just as Kurt flips April over and ploughs hard into her, screaming and cumming into her cunt.

Later that night, as Kurt is sleeping, April and you are snuggling together.

"Did you cum?" she asks.

"Yes," you respond, shyly. "I fingered myself to orgasm as Kurt fucked you. Did you?"

"No."

"No?" you ask. "How could you not?"

She shrugs.

"I never cum from penetrative sex," she says.

"But then... why did you agree to a threesome?" you ask.

She strokes your arm and doesn't answer.

"Would you like me to..." you run a hand softly up her leg, until you touch her soft, downy cunt.

"Would you?" she asks, pleading.

"With pleasure," you say.

April mewls softly as you lick her cunt. It's oozing Kurt's sperm and there's a lot of pubic hair, but you don't care. You lick her clean and swallow and then keep licking until she has a beautiful humming orgasm, her legs wrapped around your head.