Ever since he came into town kicking and screaming, I knew I had to have him. Most wrote him off as a mild nuisance, but I was infatuated.

I was sure he'd seen it: the leering glances, the cleavage, laughing at his anecdotes. But he was so closed off, he never showed it. It seemed like I'd have to sit on his face before he'd make a move.

And it's not like I wasn't happy in my relationship. Maggie was an amazing woman. She had no qualms about opening the relationship, she just didn't want it to be with Joel. She was falling hard for him and I knew it. She was the same way before we got together.

"Babe?" I mumbled as she rolled off me.

"What, lovely?"

"I want dick."

She sighed. "The feeldoe's not good enough for you?"

"It's great. But you know what I really want."

"Fine. You have a physical tomorrow, do it then. If you can't get him there, that's the end of it."

"But you know how uptight he is!"

"You remember how you got me?"

"That was different."

"Bullshit. Drop to your knees and let your mouth do the rest."

I wore a low-cut blouse, a short skirt sans panties, and high heels. I looked like a slut. That's what I wanted. No men (and few women) I'd gone for had been able to resist me.

"Hello Dr. Fleischman," I purred as perched on the examining table, my legs slightly spread.

"Ashley-" he paused, his eyes lingering between my thighs. "Have you been experiencing anything unusual?" He gulped.

"Oh nothing. Except – no, I can't say it." I feigned embarrassment.

"It's all right, I'm a doctor. Nothing you say will surprise me."

I grinned inwardly. "Well. I've been so horny lately. Maggie is an excellent lover, always makes sure I'm satisfied several times over, if you get my drift," I winked. "But it's not enough."

"Oh not unusual at all, it's normal for a woman your age to have a high sex drive," he cut in, visibly sweating.

"There's something missing. I've been craving a big, hard cock pounding away inside me. And I think you have just the prescription." I grabbed his tie and yanked him toward me, as my other hand rested on his belt buckle. "I think you'll enjoy giving me the cure."

Just when I thought he'd shove his tongue down my throat, he abruptly pulled back. "What about O'Connell?"

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "You can imagine it's her giving you a blowjob." I undid his belt.

"Ashley!" He backed up, almost tripping over his that had pooled at his ankles. "This violates the oaths taken by all medical professionals!"

Now I was getting annoyed. "Joel, when was the last time a woman begged you to let her suck your cock? Was it Elaine?"

He looked away at the mention of his ex-fiancée. "She wasn't into that."

I closed the gap he put between us. "But you still ate her out, didn't you?"

He nodded. "Every time." For the first time since my visit, he gave that adorable pout I loved.

"Of course you did. You're a good guy, Joel. And you can taste me later."

He started to lean in, but I dropped to my knees and grabbed his stiffened member. As he groaned I repeated, "Later."

In one motion, I took his entire length down my throat and massaged his balls. He bit down hard on his knuckles, struggling to keep years of sexual tension quiet. His cock twitched, and I knew he was close already. I sucked harder as I squeezed his balls.

"Fuck!" he sputtered, as his seed shot out, which I promptly swallowed. "Sorry, I got carried away."

"It's all right, I'm used to swallowing. Maggie's a squirter."

"But are you?" he queried with a mischievous glint in his eye.

When I smirked in response, he said, "As a scientist, I have a duty to investigate." He suddenly had his hands under my thighs and then I was over his shoulder. He plopped me back on the examining table and spread my legs.

After a pause, he said, "Research suggests this is one fine pussy."

"Extensive research?" I laughed.

"Let's just say I have experience." And then he plunged in. His tongue seemed to find all my hot spots automatically. Now Maggie was no slouch at cunt lapping, but Joel seemed to know what to do instinctively. His oral expertise paired with my excitement from blowing him meant I was doomed to an early finish. I came with a squeal. I smiled as he wiped his face, shiny with my juices.

"Oh thank you for that treatment, doctor. But you still need to fill my prescription."

"Of course," and he started to crawl on top of me.

"No," I slipped out. He looked confused, until I said, "I ride."

After he laid down on the table, I took his re-hardened cock in my hand and gave it a few pumps. He moaned, and I murmured, "This is what I've needed."

Finally, I straddled him abruptly sat down. He gasped as my warm wetness enveloped his pulsing erection. I started moaning when I slid up and down his shaft. Still desiring a pounding, I stopped moving and arched my hips.

"Your turn, " I squeaked. Not missing a beat, he took over thrusting. As I neared the point of no return, the door slowly opened. It was Maggie. I watched her face change from shock to anger to lust. As she started to rub herself through her jeans, I came, along with Joel.

After several moments, she said, "Are you enjoying your new toy, Ashley?"

Joel's face went from post-orgasmic bliss to white as a sheet. "No! O'Connell, it's –"

"Were you just fucking my girlfriend?" she boomed, trying to seem angry. "I can never say no to her. She always gets her way." She shot a glance at me.

I grinned. "Like you didn't want this as much as I did. Remember all those times I woke you up by eating you? While you were still asleep, you'd be all 'yes Joel, yes Joel!'"

She shifted uncomfortably. "Is that true?" Joel asked, looking from me to her.

Resigned, she nodded slightly. "O'Connell, I –" she crushed his lips against hers in a kiss. When she pulled away, she confessed, "I have wanted this since that first night, when you thought I was a hooker."

I laughed. "I knew she had a torch for you, even before we got together. But I didn't care, I always thought you'd be a nice third."

"I am living every straight man's fantasy," Joel opined. "This would never happen in New York, lesbians there are so jealous.

I rolled my eyes. "We're not lesbians. We wouldn't have a threesome with you if we weren't attracted to men."

"Very true. Society has always held that female-female relationships, particularly those with romantic implications, have little significance –"

"Fleischman," Maggie rolled her eyes. "Just enjoy the fantasy because this is the only time it's happening. The only time," she looked at me.

I nodded slightly. "Maggie, you should sit on his face. You're up for another, right?"

"Uh huh…" Joel trailed off, his cock looking quite strained.

Maggie took her seat and moaned as he worked his magic. As I rode his dick again, I marveled at how beautiful she was in the throes of pleasure. I didn't know if this would be the only time, or the first of many, but I knew one thing. Even though I liked Joel and he was good in the sack, Maggie was the one for me. I didn't know how it would work, but I was going to propose to her some way.