“Hi Stud?” the big breasted blonde said as she waltzed into the bar in an effusive flurry of dress bags and shoeboxes. She draped the bags over the bar.

“Man, I am exhausted,” she said. “Leno’s had a big sale. I’ve been there the whole Goddamn day.”

“Looks like it Clarissa,” said Stud eyeing her packages. He started mixing her a Manhattan with extra whiskey.

Clarissa sat on a stool and swirled around, happy to be done with her shopping expedition. “Darling, would you double the vermouth, I need a sugar high.”

Stud stretched to get the bottle of Omega at the back of the top shelf. At 6’5”, it was fairly easy for him. Once again, he thought how stupid it was that Jeff, the man who owned Santaria’s had built the shelf so high. It was hard on the shorter bartenders, especially on Friday and Saturday nights when they were busy. He poured an extra shot of vermouth into Clarissa’s drink. He grinned to himself. Jeff would be here in a little while. He hoped Clarissa would be tipsy enough by then. He added a little more whiskey.

“Here ya go. Just what the Stud Doctor ordered,” he said.

“Right on, Man,” said Clarissa taking a long cool sip of her drink and sighing. She winced.

“Whew, that’s strong. It’s like swallowing lighter fluid,” she said. “It’s good though.”

“Jeff will be here pretty soon. You gonna hang around for a while?” he asked.

Clarissa looked at Stud with mock contempt.

“You’re so full of shit, Stud. You know why I show up here every Wednesday.”

“I know,” said Stud. “I’m just fooling with ya.”

Clarissa’s brow furrowed. Stud thought she suddenly looked insecure and vulnerable.

“Hey, I look forward to Wednesdays more than you do. You’re our beautiful muse Clarissa. Jeff feels the same way.”

“Thank you. Today’s our anniversary. Here’s to the two-month mark. Happy Oreo, Darling.”

“Happy Oreo,” said Stud leaning over the bar and giving her a passionate deep kiss.

They looked gorgeous together, a study in contrast. Stud with his bulging muscles and tall frame. He was one of the most beautiful black men in the city. When Urban Wonders, a support group for at risk youth produced a fund raising calendar last year, they asked Stud if he would be Mr. July. He posed in a white tank top and black linen slacks. The large diamond stud in his left ear sparkled. He was the picture of modern manly elegance. When that calendar came out, membership at Santaria’s quadrupled. It was mostly swooning women, but he had his share of gay fans as well. Jeff noticed the influx and offered Stud a partnership deal in the club. He also raised his salary so he could afford the installment plan they had worked out.

Clarissa rubbed Stud’s clean-shaven head and returned his wet hot kiss. When Stud tried to pull away, Clarissa started sucking his tongue.

“I gotta go back into the stock room and make sure our room’s ready,” he laughed breaking free of her.

“I’m just practicing,” she said. “Hey before you go, could you make me one more.”

“Sure,” he said. The looser she was, the better time it would be for all of them, though with Clarissa, it didn’t take too much. She was the most sexually evolved woman he had ever known. She had come into the bar one afternoon alone, had several drinks, and talked to Stud about how lonely it was to be married to a powerful lawyer. She was always on the lookout for people and things to enrich and enliven her life. Her husband never seemed to notice anything, so Clarissa pretty much did as she pleased. She called Stud a Dark Knight and asked him how he had gotten his name. He pointed to the earring and she said she thought it might have been another reason.

The next week and the week after, she came back on the same day at the same time. On her third visit, she met Jeff. He wasn’t as tall as Stud, but he was just as handsome. His skin was just as black as Stud’s. He shaved his head too. Clarissa thought it must be a trend with black men. He had a flashier personality and a booming voice. Nobody else was in the bar. It was after lunch and before happy hour, the time of natural lull in the bar. They talked and drank for hours. Jeff never did that with customers, so Stud knew he was interested in Clarissa. He’d have been a fool not to be. She was like a goddess. In a time when it was chic for women to be reed thin, Clarissa was soft and voluptuous and curvy. Her blonde hair fell in an avalanche of ringlets on her alabaster skin. When she left Santaria’s that first day. Jeff and Stud went in the office and had another drink.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jeff had said. “That woman’s made to be fucked. Man, I’m gonna have blue balls for a fucking week.”

Stud had nodded in agreement. She was enticing. She definitely had the whore/goddess thing going on. Stud could feel his erection and Jeff wasn’t even trying to conceal the bulge in his jeans. That had been two months ago. Their sessions had advanced quickly mostly because Clarissa was not shy about orchestrating them. Because of the way they looked together, they started calling Wednesdays Oreo Day.

He felt for the key taped under the file cabinet drawer and opened the padlock on the door of the back room. There was nothing in the room but a media cabinet, a small lamp, and on the floor a king size futon. Stud walked over to the mattress and smoothed the white sheets out. The fine Egyptian cotton felt good. He lit some candles and incense and walked out.

He heard Jeff’s laughter. Good, he was here.

“Hey Man, it’s fucking Oreo day,” said Jeff.

“What’s up, Man,” said Stud. “You want a drink before we go back?”

“Yeah, I want a big martini.”

Stud noticed Jeff was already getting an erection. He felt his own cock swell in his Levis. Today’s session was going to be hotter than usual, if that was possible

walked to the front of the bar and flicked on the neon sign that said CLOSED. He made sure the bar was locked up and turned out the house lights. Clarissa walked back first. Stud and Jeff followed her.

The room was softly lit from the candles and the coconut incense filled the air with an exotic sweetness. Clarissa lay down in the middle of the futon. She was dressed in low cut black blouse and skirt, stockings, and heels. With both men on their backs beside her she started massaging their cocks at the same time. Jeff and Stud moaned.

“I want to see your body,” Stud said and he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her black bra. Her milky white breasts felt like heaven in his hands. Her pale pink nipples looked like tiny pacifiers. Just like a crying baby, he couldn’t wait to put them in his mouth. He wanted them bigger though and redder so he pinched her hard. Clarissa bit her lower lip as he rolled her nipples tightly with his thumb and index fingers.

“That’s right Baby, you take it so good.” Stud said. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jeff took off her shoes and stockings and skirt and stood by the futon admiring her luscious body. He thought her husband must be out of his fucking mind – to have a woman like Clarissa was every man’s dream, at least every man who used his pecker as a compass. He must be a faggot thought Jeff. Stud was sucking hungrily on Clarissa’s breast. Jeff went around, lay down and started sucking her other breast. Her nipple was huge. Clarissa rubbed their heads like crystal balls. Her pussy was oozing. Stud put his hand between her legs.

“You’re almost ready, Baby,” he said as he made light circles on her clit with his fingers.

Jeff reached over on the floor behind the futon and dipped his middle finger in a jar of Vaseline. When it was coated with a thick layer of slippery goop, he worked his hand under Clarissa’s ass. As usual, she was completely smooth and hairless. He easily found her ass hole and began smoothing the Vaseline on the rim. She felt tight, but he was patient and worked slowly. Half his finger was inside of her. He put his mouth on her breast and bit her nipple hard and quickly started sucking. When she grimaced, he pushed his finger all the way in.

“She does, doesn’t she Stud,” he said. “She takes it like a whore.”

“Yeah, but she looks like a Goddess,” said Stud.

Clarissa was open and easy. She loved giving her body to these two gorgeous men. They were expert lovers and willing to try different things. Something her husband had always refused.

“Is it true what they say about black men,” Clarissa asked. “that they’re hung like a horse.”

“Hmmmm, you’re about to find out Baby,” said Jeff.

They always did this. Clarissa knew that Jeff and Stud had huge cocks. Stud’s was bigger around. She could barely get her hand around him. Jeff’s was long and slender. It reminded Clarissa of the dildo she had in college. Their sizes pretty much determined who would do what. Her question about black men was the cue. While Clarissa watched, Jeff and Stud stripped. She thought they looked like Greek bronze statues – powerful and athletic. She moved over to the side of the futon to make room for Stud. He lay on his back. His cock throbbed and stood straight up. Clarissa was drooling.

“Wanna ride, Baby?” Stud asked.

Clarissa mounted him and took his hardness deep into her pleasure well. She massaged his cock by squeezing and releasing her pussy muscles. Stud had never had a woman do this and it felt like a warm wet glove jerking him off. He wanted to fuck her raw, but he needed to wait for Jeff.

“Bend over Baby,” Jeff said. “Let me see that luscious ass.”

“Are you still hungry, Baby?” Clarissa asked Stud squeezing her breast with her hand pretending to squirt milk into his mouth.

Jeff got on his knees and put the head of his rock hard cock in her ass. He reached under between her legs and felt Stud’s cock pounding her pussy. She was wetter than he’d ever felt her and he managed to scoop some pussy juice out to lube his cock. He gripped the sides of her ass as hard as he could and thrusts his cock all the way in her tight tiny hole. Clarissa screamed and Stud put his hand over her mouth and sucked her breast so hard he knew he was putting hickeys all over her areola.

With his cock buried in her asshole, Jeff could feel the motion of Stud’s cock pummeling Clarissa’s pussy. It would take them a few seconds to get into a rhythm so that when Jeff pulled his cock out of her ass a little, Stud rammed his cock into her pussy. Clarissa tried to alternately squeeze the cock in her pussy and the cock in her asshole, but her ecstasy forced her to just receive, so that her job became one of staying open until both her holes were filled with creamy cum. There was no doubt in Clarissa’s mind; this was not sex, this was art. They were a perfectly synchronized sex machine: sweating, moaning, and grinding their way to simultaneous climax. Clarissa had dubbed this exalted bliss, the state of Oreo.

Stud was the first to feel the deep vibrating bolt of pleasure unleash in his cock. It felt like the head of his dick would explode. Jeff knew what it meant and he held Clarissa tighter so they could fuck her harder and faster. It was unbelievable, the way she took their cocks. Jeff shot his wad into her asshole at exactly the same moment Stud’s cum erupted into her pussy. Clarissa was in another dimension of pleasure and her orgasm was almost violent. She tumbled onto Stud, and like a domino, Jeff tumbled onto her. They lay there for a few moments in mutual euphoria. Clarissa’s pale hair and skin sandwiched between the two black men.

“I love Oreos,” said Clarissa.

“We do too, Baby,” said Jeff.