I met Porn Stories on a Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so well because a bunch of friends and I were out celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall St. firm. Quite a feat in any mans terms, especially for an Hispanic at that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, which turned out to be telling in the events herein related. The usual suspects were there. About ten or twelve of us from a six or seven different firms. We were all friendly competitors. This was before Wall St. REALLY became cutthroat. We had made our way uptown to a favorite watering hole. It was only about nine PM so we were fairly sober. As we congregated around the bar, I saw a guy, fairly well lit up, annoying a very pretty, dark haired girl. She kept trying to fend him off, he kept persisting. I had to do something about it, after all, it was my party, and if anyone was going to be persistent it was I. So, I mounted my white horse and rode in to the rescue. I small scuffle ensued, but was quickly brought under control. The guy left and I took his place trying to wend my way in. Something about my cavalier approach struck a cord with her and we left to go to dinner together. I learned Porn Stories was a Mid Westerner who had moved to the city after college, for the experience mostly. She was a teacher in a suburban school looking for a change in employment, from socialist to capitalist so to speak, she wanted to make some money. She finally did succeed in moving to a vet good position. We hit it off, she was impressed with what I did for a living, and what I had achieved. At thirty one she was twenty four I was young to be made a partner in the Street. The night ended with our making a date for Friday night. I thought Id see how that went before I told her I was married. I have to admit to being a real hypocritical asshole in those days, I was upfront with the women I cheated on my wife with, while keeping my wife in the dark. I was later to learn she knew a great deal more than I gave her credit for knowing. Porn Stories and I were together about three years. During that time we had a very active, creative, and fulfilling sexual experience. I shared an apartment on the Upper Eastside with one of my partners, and good friend. He and I were out a lot together but we never tripped over each other in the apartments use. Actually, his assistant used to keep the log for us. We partnered in a very wild firm, that fortunately the senior partners were able to merger just before we went belly up. One day, I got a call on the floor from one of our friendly competitors to tell me a mutual client and friend was going to be in NYC that night and wanted to go out. I knew what that meant, booze, dope and women. I met them, client Paul , competitor Phil and partner Andy uptown, at a discrete place, for drinks, went to dinner, and scoured the pick up bars for action. No luck. Andy told us he had the number of a hooker who was supposed to be really hot. As it was getting late, Paul decided that was the best heed get, so the call was made. We arrived at Eves about midnight. Those three got the licks in a and when she came for me I told her I had a girlfriend and didn’t want to cheat on her. The height of hypocrisy, I didn’t want to cheat on the woman I was cheating on my wife with. OK, so Imp no rocket scientist. Eva was absolutely gorgeous. She I had a similar background, she was Puerto Rican, as was my father mother Anglo. The others left and since Eva didn’t have any more clients that night I hung around and we talked for a while, as I drank her really good cognac. I liked her, really nice person. We had dinner together a few times after that night, no sex, just friends. I told her about my situation, wife, and girlfriend. She asked me if Id like to bring my wife in to meet her. Eva, was bi , and offered to perform a little therapy on her. Shit, we really laughed at that. Then she very seriously asked if she could meet Porn Stories. What for I like you and since I cant have you, maybe I can have someone close to you. Made no sense at all, but I was really intrigued by the prospects. That weekend, Porn Stories and I were in Toronto, I used to do a lot of business trading Canadian mining stocks, what fucking crooks those Canadian promoters are, but we got along and I usually knew their angle. While we were in our hotel room I asked Porn Stories if she ever had an experience with a woman. No, I had a roommate in college wanted to experiment, but I couldn’t do it. I know someone who wants to meet you, I told her about Eva. I never tried to lock Porn Stories into a monogamous relationship, you know, as my mistress. She knew I was married and lived with it. I knew she slept with other guys and lived with that. Did you tell her I would You know better, she invited us to dinner at her place just to see what happens. And what would you think of me if I did I would still love you as I do now. This is just an experience for us. And, if I like it and want to be with her I have no hold on you, that’s are agreement, it goes for this too. A couple of weeks later, my partners assistant called me on the floor and told me Porn Stories had called and just said, tell him, OK. You going to tell me what this is all about Not on your best day. She gave me my usual ration of shit and hung up. I made the dinner date with Eva. Picked Porn Stories up at the appointed time and was awe struck when I saw her. She had had her hair done, a new dress, tight black mini that showed off her assets with a flourish and new black spaghetti strap pumps. When she sat I saw she was wearing hose. That wasn’t unusual, but, it struck me that she was making tonight special some how. Everything was new, very thing was perfect. You look outrageous, I told her. Her smile was very inscrutable, telling me it wasn’t for me. Eva had gone all out, flowers on the dining room table and in her sitting room. Low lights, augmented by candles. Soft romantic music ever so subtlety audible. She took off Porn Stories s coat with a sensuousness that was not lost on Porn Stories. Eva wore a long hostess gown that was slit up the leg, right to her hips. As she walked, her breasts swayed seductively, the gown opened to her hips showing bare skin. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything under the gown. Porn Stories was clutching my hand very tightly. Eva approached us looking deep into Porn Stories s eyes, she caressed Porn Stories s face, You were right, Dudley, she’s beautiful. Porn Stories blushed averting her eyes from both of us. Porn Stories , I wanted everything to be perfect for you, but Imp afraid I cooked peasant food for our friend here, I know he likes rice and beans with chicken, Puerto Rican style, so I made it for him. As thanks for bring you. Eva still held her hand to Porn Stories s face. Porn Stories didn’t pull away, but didn’t look at her either. She also still had a death grip on my hand. Its all right, I know he likes it, he tried to cook it for us once and screwed it up, so thanks from both of us. Finally she looked at Eva. They looked into each others eyes for a while, there eyes delivering messages they couldn’t say in front of a man they thought couldn’t understand. Finally, we sat as Eva got cocktails for us. Margaritas, I had told Eva they made Porn Stories very horny. We had a second before dinner. Dinner was great, great soup, salad and my favorite. We consumed the three bottles of wine I had brought, making the women, especially Porn Stories , very relaxed. Conversation became free flowing. Porn Stories of course wanted to know what every woman wants to know about a prostitute, why, who, when and how. For her part, Eva was very gracious and answered the all her questions, whether it was the truth or not Ill never know. I volunteered to clear the table as the women went to the sitting room. Taking the dishes to the kitchen I stacked them in the dish washer. Pots and pans I left to soak, there is just so much domesticity I have to offer. Besides, I had a raging hard on and had to know what was going on. Porn Stories sat on the couch facing Eva, in an easy chair. Porn Stories s skirt had ridden up her thighs, deliberately I wondered, showing thigh above her stockings. Eves eyes were glued to the exposed thighs. You have beautiful legs. Porn Stories blushed deeply. You’re very beautiful, too. Dudley told me how you two became friends. Is it true he wouldn’t have you because of me I sat next to her. She searched for my hand again and squeezed it tightly. Yes, he is very faithful to you, you should be flattered, most men cant resist me. Even her Spanish accented English was seductive. Eva got up, went to the bar and brought back a bottle of Remy Martin and three glasses. Would you pour, she asked me. I handed the ladies their drinks, took mine and sat beside Porn Stories again. A romantic Frank Sinatra ballad started on the playing stereo. Eva stood and came to Porn Stories , put out her hand and asked, no told her, Dance with me. The hesitation was only momentary and then Porn Stories stood and went with Eva to an uncovered part of the wood floor. They didn’t need much floor space, their dance was merely a sway. Eva led, holding Porn Stories in a traditional manner, one arm behind her back, the other extended. As the music played on, the space between them narrowed. Toward the end of the dance, Eva had brought the extended arm close to their bodies. The music ended, Porn Stories turned and came right back to the couch. As another ballad started, Porn Stories took my hand and said, Dance with me, please. I got up and she led me to the same spot she had just vacated. She fell into my arms and as she felt my erection, she looked up at me, held her mouth open to be kissed, and rubbed her belly against my now raging cock. I kissed her, her return was almost frantic. You really are hot, I whispered in her ear. She answered by renewing her belly rub against my boner. I reached up her back and undid her bra through her dress, she didn’t attempt to stop me. When it was undone, I took it off through the sleeves of her dress. Again, she didn’t stop me. I kissed her as I felt her braless breasts through her dress. The song ended. We walked back to the couch. This time, instead of sitting down, Porn Stories went to Eva, took her hand and, without saying a word, led her to the same spot on the floor. When Eva was in front of her, Porn Stories put both arms around her neck and laid her head on Eves shoulder. Eva, enthralled by what was happening, encircled Porn Stories s waist and they did their slow love dance to the seductively romantic music. Their bodies moved in unison. Eva allowed her hands to explore Porn Stories s body, moving up and down her back, caressing her face, her shoulders, her arms. Eva knew she had Porn Stories , at least for tonight, she was in no hurry and didn’t want to scare her prey. Porn Stories continued to lay her head against Eves shoulder, the willing, but passive, participant. I could hear her moan as Eva move her hands down her back, nearing Porn Stories s curvaceous bottom, moving her belly against Eves in anticipation. But she remained unfulfilled, at least for now, Eva kept moving her hands away from Porn Stories s bottom as her body language begged for the touch. It was now my turn to dance. I took Porn Stories in my arms. We danced in the same seductive ritual, but this time, as the music ended, I turned her to Eva, undid the zipper of her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she stood, in her black panties and garter and high heels, gad, I wanted her so badly I almost took her on the floor. But, this wasn’t my night. I picked up her dress turned and left her, she raised her arms to Eva, begging her to come and dance. Eva stood, turned her back for me undo the zipper and take her gown. It fell to her feet. She stepped over it and went to Porn Stories , naked except for her high heels. My friends, it was a sight I will never forget. They looked so beautiful together. Porn Stories was 5 4 tall, at that time she weighed 105 pounds, slim hips, smallish breasts, 34B, but her derriere was magnificent, round mounds of love. Eva was about the same size in everything but her breasts, which must have been a C cup, by comparing them to Porn Stories s, but she had Latina hips, round and made for love. They both had exquisite features, long necks, shapely legs, accented by the high heels. What I would have done for a camera just then. Eva didn’t tease anymore. Her explored Porn Stories s body fully, every mound, crevice and indentation. She ran her between her legs and found her love, caressing, fingering, rubbing. Porn Stories began to tremble with excitement. Eva took Porn Stories s face in her hands and touches her tips to Porn Stories s. Porn Stories , whose eyes had been closed, pulled back ever so slightly in surprise. Eva held her face, not to keep her from pulling away, but rather, with a sympathetic caring that touched Porn Stories. Porn Stories looked into Eves eyes and then gave in to the kiss. In no time, Porn Stories was returning the kiss with a passion that she had never displayed to me. Porn Stories finally took her hands from around Eves neck and allowed them to do their own exploring, softly, slowly moving across Eves back, her derriere, around to her breasts. After a time, Eva took Porn Stories s hand and placed between her legs. I could see Porn Stories hesitate again, but slow, surely she caressed Eves sex. Suddenly, Porn Stories gave in completely, allowed all her resistance to flow from her and became the aggressor. She took Eves face this time and kissed her, squeezing her breasts. Running her hand down Eves belly, through her pubis, finding her clit she caressed it with a loving passion, softly, womanly. Eva moaned and came on Porn Stories s hand. Porn Stories was startled at first, but then was ingratiated that she could have that kind of power over another woman. The song had long since ended and another one begun before they took a breath. I could see Porn Stories had given in to her emotions completely. She lay her head on Eves shoulder and slowly caressed Eves body. Eva, in turn, had her hand on Porn Stories s pussy, alternating caressing and finger fucking her. I vacated the couch in anticipation of them wanting to sit or lie together in the continuous quest for sexual nirvana. While I was up, I extinguished the one lamp that was still lighted and started moving half the candles into the bedroom, illuminating that room in the same seductive glow as the sitting room. When I got back to the sitting room, Porn Stories lay on her back on the couch, with Eva lying on top of her. They were locked in a kiss that exhibited the passion they felt for each other. The sexual tension was so thick one could smell it. I poured another cognac for myself, hoping to burn off my need to cum with a drunk. But what was going on in the room sobered me and filled me with sexual awe. I had never seen two people make love as these women were. My own experience is one of attempting to meet my partners needs while holding off my own, but when my need begins to press to strongly, I abandon my concern for my partner and attain my own gratification. I saw none of that with Porn Stories and Eva. Eva, being the more experienced lesbian lover, assumed the lead from the beginning of their dancing. But Porn Stories hadn’t remained passive. She was working to bring Eva to her sexual heights as well. Eva was grinding her pelvis into Porn Stories s, when suddenly Porn Stories threw her legs around Eves waist and locked on to her. It looked as if Eva had a cock buried in her, but Porn Stories was getting off on the clitoris to clitoris stimulation. And did she get off. Gad, I was so fucking jealous I could spit. Eva continued her rubbing and grinding on Porn Stories s clit until they had both cum twice more. Eva stopped for a while. They lay together on the couch kissing and caressing each other. Eva held Porn Stories s face, kissed her and told her, Come to bed with me, I want you to lick me. They got up and walked past me as if I wasn’t even there. I followed them to the bedroom and stood in the door like some voyeur with binoculars at his window. By this time I was really getting blitzed too. They climbed on the bed, Porn Stories lay on her back again. Eva spread Porn Stories s legs, got between then and brought Porn Stories to another orgasm with her tongue. As Porn Stories was in the throws of her fourth orgasm, Eva turned her body, moved her legs the other way, straddled Porn Stories s face and lowered her pussy to Porn Stories s mouth. I could see Porn Stories s hesitation, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Its OK, Honey, if you don’t want to lick me. Imp used to sex without Cumming. Eva started to move her hips to the side to dismount Porn Stories s face, but Porn Stories stopped her. Eva repositioned herself over Porn Stories s mouth and again lowered herself. I could see Porn Stories s tongue make an initial stab at Eves pussy, then another and then a long lick. It wasn’t long before she was doing Eva as well as Eva was doing her. I heard Eva moan and grind her pussy on Porn Stories s mouth. She raised her head, looked back and told her, Imp Cumming, Honey, you’re making me cum. Eva buried her face back into Porn Stories s pussy and came all over Porn Stories s face. Porn Stories had her fifth orgasm, every one stronger and more pleasing to her than I had ever given her. When they came down from their mutual climax, Eva moved to lie beside Porn Stories. Porn Stories turned to her and asked, What are we going to do with him Eva whispered something in her ear. They both got up and came to me, undressed me and took me into the bed with them. As I lay between them, they both went down on me, licking and sucking my hardness, when they weren’t kissing each other. I was so inflamed with lust, I came in seconds. I lay there hoping to get into the party, but it was not to be. Porn Stories came up to me kissed me and told me, Leave us, please. Go home and let us be alone. Call me tomorrow. I cant tell you how shitty I felt, I masculinity was shattered. I felt jealousy, humiliation, worthlessness. My lover was throwing me out. But I did as she asked, I dressed and left them alone. The next day I called her office, they told me she had called in sick. I called her apartment, no answer. I called my apartment, no answer. And then it struck me, I called Eva. She was there. She told me Eva had invited her to stay for the weekend and she had accepted. But, Porn Stories , she’s working. I know. She hung up. I called on Monday, we made a date for the middle of the week. When I saw her, she didn’t tell me what happened that weekend and I never asked. To this day, I don’t know. A couple of weeks later, I got a message to call Eva. She asked me about Porn Stories , wanted us to get together, and asked for her number. I told her if Porn Stories didn’t give to her, she probably didn’t want her to have, but Id ask. When I told Porn Stories , she was really concerned that I may have given Eva her number and was obviously relieved when I told her I hadn’t. I saw Eva a few times after that, she wouldn’t talk about Porn Stories. I think she may have been hurt that Porn Stories never got in touch with her again. Shit, I wish I knew what happened. Porn Stories and I stayed together, off and on, for another two or so years, but our sex was never the same again. There seemed to be a sense of melancholia about her after that weekend. After we finally broke up, I lost all contact with her. I wish her the best, I still think about her, often, and about that night in particular.