Rachel, but not for sex.

As much as I was craving the women receiving, I felt more comfortable asking Rachel to help me get off. I approached Corrine and tapped her knee. "Can I borrow Rachel for a moment?"

Corrine nodded absently, and Rachel popped her head up. Her mouth was wet all around, evidence of her work.

"You haven't forgotten that I'm gay, right? Like, when we've had sex, it's been super weird for me? Pleasurable, sure, but not my first choice?"

I shrugged. "I find you really attractive, is all."

"Oh, is that all? We do have a kid together, kind of. You could try a little harder." She smiled. "I have an idea. Help me get this dress off. Amy, do you have some lube?"

My wife reached behind herself and tossed a bottle toward Rachel. Then she stood to remove the rest of her cocktail dress. The petite woman loomed over me. Black fishnet stockings held her legs up to mid-thigh, right below the small bush through which her clit piercing shown. Rachel took some of the lube and rubbed it on the bare part of her thighs, then handed it to me.

"Have you ever tried intercrural sex? It'll be just as good for you and less weird for me."

"I've heard about this," Corrine said. "Can I...watch?"

"You've been watching all night! Here." Rachel leaned over Corrine with her legs an inch apart. "Don't penetrate me, but stick your pickle between my thighs."

I followed orders, and slid myself between Rachel's slim, pale legs.

"Now." She pushed her thighs together, holding me tight just below her pussy lips. "If I angle this right, you'll hit my piercing. And I have Corrine's beautiful self to watch.

"Glad to be of service," Corrine deadpanned.

With my hands on Rachel's hips, I started to thrust. She'd done such a good job lubricating her thighs that her body felt amazing on my cock. Every few strokes I felt some of her bush, or a bit of her clit piercing. Mostly, it felt like she was using her whole body to get me off.

As Rachel started to get into it, Elizabeth picked up the pace on Stephanie. Her golden curls shook as she twisted with pleasure, and her nipples were straining against the fabric of her sleeveless sweater. I couldn't see Corrine, but her thighs were still parted to either side of me and Rachel, and I had to imagine she was getting off on this. For her own part, Rachel had a hand down at her pelvis, where she was making sure that her clit got ample stimulation.

I was getting close, but so was she.