Ménage à Trois: The Genetic Freaks
cyberdiva © 2007

Margot and Ruth met by chance at a singles party; they ended up at the bar and Margot was about to leave when she heard Ruth order the same drink that she'd just ordered.

"Most places don't carry Yago," Margot offered as she waited for Ruth.

"That's true, and you're the first person I've known to drink it other than myself." offered Ruth.

"Where are you sitting? If you don't have a seat, you can join me," said Margot.

They sat, talked, mingled and generally hit it off. As they left they decided to share a cab since they only lived a few blocks from each other. They also exchanged contact information.

About two days after the mixer Ruth sent Margot an email message telling her that she had a date with someone she met at the party for that Friday night. Margot was genuinely happy for Ruth and encouraged her to enjoy herself and share when she returned. Ruth asked Margot if she could call her once she got to the date once or twice just for safety purposes. Ruth agreed.

Friday night found Margot developing a presentation for work when all of a sudden she felt flush all over. She played it off and decided to go get a glass of water. When she stood up she was shocked that a stream of her juices ran down her thighs from her pussy. She was floored and sat back in the chair, as she did she was overcome with an orgasmic wave to challenge any one she'd ever felt before in her life. The climax she experienced was simply ridiculous it was so intense. She could feel her nipples being tugged, twisted and pinched. Her thighs trembled, her breath was jagged. Eventually the last twinges of the orgasm subsided and she sat motionless trying to get a grasp of what had just happened to her. She was weak and eventually slumped down to the floor of her home office. Suddenly her arms were immobile. She could feel hands actually holding them in place. Margot knew she was crazy now. She was finally able to get up after an hour or more of squirming and writhing around on the floor, feeling her pussy and her ass being fucked severely. Margot practically crawled to the shower. She was covered with perspiration and sore all over. What had just happened to her was simply unbelievable. She cried. The feelings that she'd felt were quite pleasurable, hell, they were downright erotic, hot and of a nature that she had not experienced before, the actions she felt were so intense. Her body actually hurt. She dressed for bed and made a stiff drink. She didn't know what to do or who to tell, so she tried to sleep. 

Around dawn she got up; her sleep was so fitful. She tried to complete her work, but couldn't concentrate, so she decided to research sexual entities online. She had convinced herself that she had been possessed by a sexual sadistic entity. Around 9:00am she decided to try to sleep some more, exhaustion took over and around 2:30pm Ruth called excited.

"Girl, please, you gotta go to dinner with me. You know I'm new here; you're the only one in town that I know and I just have to share."

Margot agreed. She hoped that getting out of the house would help her, although she didn't know how. Margot met Ruth and when she got there Ruth had already ordered a glass of Yago for her as well. Margot drank hers in a couple of quick gulps.

Ruth laughed and said, "Wow, sis, what are you celebrating?"

"I'm not celebrating, I'm drinking" replied Margot. "So tell me what's up?"

Ruth was so excited to share, that she missed the initial signs of Margot's distress. Ruth started to tell her story of her escapade with her new found lover that had started on Friday night and didn't end until a couple of hours ago. As Ruth told her story Margot listened inattentively until she was completely outdone by what Ruth was saying. Her blood ran cold. What Ruth was saying just could not be true, but the timing and everything that she was saying was just too unreal. The look on her face caused Ruth to question Margot.

"What' s on your mind?" asked Ruth

She didn't answer at first. Then she said, "Let me tell you what happened the next time that you fucked him."

Ruth looked at Margot and laughed.

"Ok, go for it," laughed Ruth.

But she was angry and confused by the end of the conversation.

"How could you know this? You don't know Victor."

"No, but I know his touch," offered Margot.

I can show you the bruises to prove it. Ruth was too frustrated to say anything or confront Margot, so she sat there.

Margot showed Ruth her right wrist. Ruth slowly bared her right wrist to reveal an identical bruise. They sat in silence and drank, neither of them knowing what to say or do. What they were thinking just couldn't be possible but yet it was happening. They were living the same lives at least sexually. But how could that be; it simply couldn't but it was.

Ruth spent the night with Victor again that night. Sunday afternoon Margot told Ruth blow by blow of how Victor had paddled her, clamped her nipples and left his love marks over various parts of her flesh. They decided that although they couldn't explain it that their lives were interwoven in some kinky way so they might as well enjoy it. 

Ruth and Margot began a journey of sharing many twisted and erotic nights. As their bond grew they began to sense other things about each other and it was as though they were two parts of a whole. 

They spoke to a shaman on a trip to the Islands one day. This shaman explained that they were genetically linked that was activated when they met. She explained that there are many such double connections but most of us don't meet our 'genetic link'. The shaman shared some tips on how to live successfully and warned them to never fuck at the same time or the end result would probably be too much for anyone to handle and that they may end up with lasting negative effects. They've come close some times but so far they've managed not to overload each others circuits.

Wouldn't it be night to meet your genetic twin? Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. I've actually met my genetic twin. Have you? The search is on!