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Her Trip Turns into a Threesome

By: xianpeters



I knew you would be coming to the U.S. along with your husband, who was here for a business trip. You told me it would not be a problem as your husband had made it clear that he was here for business not pleasure and that he would be working all day and well into the night each day, so you would be left to enjoy your time in Washington, D.C, by yourself.

I met you at your hotel the morning of your first day. You were still slightly jetlagged, but otherwise cheery and happy to be on an adventure. We spent most of the day seeing the usual sights, the monuments as well as a tour of the White House I had set up for us. 

We called the day early so we could sit back and relax in a laid-back bar in a young, hip part of the city known as Adams Morgan.

And that's when I popped the question.

"So," I said. "I have this good friend, John. He's a really nice guy. Women say he's very attractive. He and I have ... um ... been with women before in threesomes. He has a townhouse near here, and I know he's not doing anything right now. We can head over there if you're interested?"

You visibly gulped your beer, nearly choking.

"Uh, okay, I guess," you responded. "Can I change my mind if I decide I'm not comfortable with this? You won't be mad?"

"I would certainly not be mad," I said. "And I know John would not be either. He's an old friend and is one of the most relaxed people I know. He will definitely put you at ease. Trust me, you'll be putty in his hands. He and I talked about the possibility of this, and he is totally, 100-percent ready to go."

After a brief phone call, we headed over to John's house for an afternoon both of us would be sure to remember.

John answered the door with beers in his hands for both of us. Standing at about six feet, with dark hair and a tan complexion, John smiled brightly at the sight of both of us.

"I'm so glad you guys made it," he said. "We're going to have fun this afternoon."

We kicked off our shoes, sat down on the cushy sofa in John's living room and sipped our beers, making small talk. Eventually, the topic shifted to the reason for our visit.

"So we're all good on the threesome, right?" I asked bluntly.

John choked a bit on his beer, cleared his throat, and said: "Oh yeah, of course. You weren't lying, Christian. She is gorgeous."

John then slid over next to you on the sofa, smiled and kissed you gently on the lips.

Not one to let an opportunity go by, you climbed onto John's lap to face him.

With the best view in the house, I watched as the two of you kissed passionately, your hands exploring each other's bodies.

John deftly helped you remove your blouse, leaving you only in your bra and shorts. I took my cue and stood up, walking over to you to start kissing your neck and back as John nuzzled your neck and cleavage. You moaned softly and writhed, head thrown back, as two men kissed and softly licked your upper body.

After a few minutes, I helped you stand up. As you were a bit wobbly on your feet, John, who was on his feet now as well, and I helped you out of your bra, shorts and panties, leaving you completely naked in front of the two men, who you knew would be fucking you very soon—much to your delight.

Once you regained your composure, you then dropped to your knees on the soft carpet and started to unzip John's shorts, pulling them to them ground and helping him out of them. John took his shirt off, leaving him only in his small white underwear. You did the same to me, and I removed my shirt as well. There I was, standing before you on your knees, hard cock bulging in my small black underwear. 

You paused a moment to take it all in. I knew you had seen pictures of me many times before on my online amateur photo thread, but here we were for the first time together, enjoying each other's presence in real life. We knew this would likely be a once-in-a-lifetime experience so we were absolutely going to make the most of this trip to try to leave no fantasy unfulfilled.

You turned to me and moved your head forward, inhaling my musky smell deeply, before starting to kiss and lick the thin fabric that was holding back my cock until it was soaked with your spit. Your hands rested on my thighs as you alternated between kissing and licking my cock through my underwear then doing the same to the most sensitive spots between my legs. 

While you focused on me, John laid down on his back and slid his head between your legs so he could put his mouth on your now-soaking pussy. You accommodated him by sitting down gently on his face, giving his lips and tongue full access to your clit and hole. You writhed on his mouth as he sucked your clit and drove his fingers slowly again and again into your wet hole. 

Your first orgasm hit you hard. I watched your breathing quicken, you face and neck redden slightly and your body shudder as you tensed up. You had to break away from kissing my cock to balance yourself and make sure you didn't smother John between your thighs. But after only a few seconds, you were right back to me, grabbing my underwear and pulling them down to my knees. I took a step back and kicked them off quickly, my hard cock now bobbing in your face. You smiled, taking the base of my shaft in your hand, and opened your mouth slightly, allowing my cock to slide between your lips. Your hot mouth felt like heaven, but you hadn't even really started yet. You then proceeded to take as much of my cock into your mouth, gagging a bit as it hit the back of your throat.

While this was going on, John was still on his back between your legs. He had put a pillow under his head, which gave him even better access to your pussy. He continued to lick and suck you as you sat over him, your own head bobbing back and forth on my rock-hard cock as you reached behind yourself to jack off his cock under his underwear.

"I have an idea," I said. "John, why don't you get up and sit on the sofa so that Jess can sit on you and ride you. I'd like to fuck Jess's tight ass while John is inside you, if that's all right."

You stood up, pressing against me, and kissed me. I could feel your hard nipples rubbing against the hair on my chest. I took that to mean you were completely down with my suggestion.

John took the moment to disappear into the back of his house, coming back after a few seconds with condoms and lubricant. He then put a towel on the sofa, stepped out of his underwear, sat down and slid a condom over his still-hard cock. 

John's cock is about the same size as mine, though it is thicker. In the past, we have only double-penetrated one other woman. She seemed to really, really enjoy it, so we were both anxious to try it again.

While you called for a brief timeout for a pee break, John and I strategized as to the best way to make this happen. By the time you returned, we had our game plan figured out and were both ready for you.

"Are we ready?" I asked.

You and John just smiled and nodded.

John rubbed some lubricant onto his cock while you straddled him. I could not see your face, but I could definitely hear the sounds of pleasure as you grabbed John's erection and slowly sat down on it. You rested for a short time, kissing John, to savor that first feeling of fullness, before slowly moving back and forth in his lap to feel his cock buried deep inside you.

After a few minutes, the two of you started to pick up your pace. I started kissing your neck and back, rubbing my cock against your lower back, and reached around you to fondle your tits.

When it was obvious the two of you were really enjoying the moment, I started squeezing and pinching your nipples, which sent you over the edge, kicking off your second orgasm of the day. And that's when I decided the time was right to start warming you up for my cock in your pretty little asshole.

I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto two of my fingers. I've found that, during anal play, putting condoms on my fingers prevents any potential cross-contamination. That way if I want to finger a woman's cunt, I don't need to stop our playing to go wash up. I simply pull off the condom and throw it in the trash. I squeezed some lubricant onto my fingers, got down on my knees, spread your ass with my other hand and started to gently, slowly slide my fingers inside you. I finger-fucked your tight asshole for a few minutes while you bounced up and down on John's cock, careful to apply lots of lubricant. When you seemed like you were sufficiently loosened up, I pulled my fingers out, peeled off the condom and tossed it in the trashcan. I grabbed another condom, slid it on my hard dick, and applied even more lubricant.

You had already arched your back, helping to spread your ass for me. I then held my cock at its base, placed my other hand on your back, positioned myself just at your asshole and slowly started to slide it in.

You and John both stopped fucking in order to make it easier for me to penetrate you.

Slowly and gently I slid my long, thick dick into your asshole until I felt the telltale "pop," telling me I was deep inside you. I hit the halfway mark and paused, asking you if you were okay.

"Please don't stop," you said in a breathy voice. "Please put it all the way in."

I started pushing again until my dick was all the way inside you, my stomach pressed against your ass. I asked you again if you were all right.

"Yes," you said. "I can feel both of your big cocks, and I don't want it to ever stop."

After that, we all started to move, me pushing in and John coming up as you came down.

I have to say, at this point, it was really hard not to come. The tightness of your asshole plus the feeling of John's cock moving against my own brought me to the edge several times.

You turned your head, straining to kiss me deeply, while I fucked your ass. John, his hands placed firmly on your hips, pushed up as you came down on him.

Our frantic fucking went on for several minutes until I announced that I could not take it any longer and came over and over deep into your ass. That set off John, who grunted and started to cum inside you, his cock pulsing inside you separated from mine by only a bit of your flesh.

"Oh god," I panted, as I collapsed on your back, you pressed up against John's chest.

"That was amazing," you said. "I think I'll need a bit to recover, but do you think we can do that again tomorrow?"

Her Trip Turns into a Threesome Pt. 02



I met you the next morning for a late breakfast. It was day two of your trip to Washington, D.C., and you had decided to sleep late, telling me you were a bit worn out after yesterday's fun at John's townhouse and needed some time alone.

I was there early and had already gotten us a table in the back of the café. The owner knew me, and I told him that I was expecting a guest this morning: a tall, very attractive, curvy woman with dirty blonde-reddish hair by the name of Jess.

You arrived on time and immediately went to the pastry display to ask one of the waiters about me - "about six feet tall, athletic build, dark brown hair, goatee" - before the owner saw you and directed you over to my table in the back.

I stood up, kissed you on the cheek and offered you the seat next to me. We then chatted and laughed over croissants, eggs and coffee.

"So what's on the agenda today," you asked me.

"Oh, I don't know," I responded. "I figure we'd do a little sightseeing this morning and then we can head back to John's townhouse to spend the afternoon. He's working today, but I have a key to his place. I have some ideas in mind, but I'd like them to be a surprise."

We spent what remained of the morning and early afternoon wandering around the district, hitting the usual tourist sites. After several hours of walking, we decided to take a cab back to John's townhouse for a break and to have some drinks and something to eat.

The last time, we were at John's place, we never actually made it beyond the living room. John was a very successful lawyer in the nation's capital. He had never married, so he spent all of his money on his house and various grownup toys. With three floors plus a finished basement, his townhouse is large, even by suburban standards. In addition, John's backyard was not typical for a townhouse in the city. It was huge and surrounded by fencing and tall hedges that provided total privacy. He also had a hot tub that was big enough for a person to sit comfortably in it submerged up to his neck.

It was summertime, and Washington was in the midst of a heat wave, so, after a late lunch, I asked you if you wanted to grab some cold beers and relax in the now-cold hot tub.

We headed into the backyard, stripped naked and slipped into the cool water. We sat side by side, our thighs pressed up against each other. We drank our beers and kissed, tasting the sweetness of the malt and the bitterness of the hops on each other's lips.

After a short time, you climbed into my lap and straddled my outstretched legs, pressing your inner thighs and pussy against me. We kissed passionately in that position for several minutes, you grinding your hips against me, my cock slowly hardening. 

"Jess, will you sit on the edge of the hot tub," I asked while taking a breath between kisses, "so I can taste your pretty cunt?"

Without hesitating, you climbed off me and sat on the side of the hot tub, spreading your legs to reveal yourself. I moved onto my knees, so I could crawl between your thighs, and you reached down between your legs to separate the folds of your pussy to give me better access. I kissed, licked and sucked you as you writhed and moaned in obvious bliss. I could tell from your breathing and body movements that you were well on your way to orgasm, so I decided to take things up a notch by sliding two fingers inside you and gesturing as if I were asking you to come to me. I sucked your clit as I fingered you, and 

I could feel your orgasm building as you began to squeeze my head with your thighs. You placed both of your hands on my head for support, begging me not to stop, and came hard with a shudder, breaking out all over in goosebumps.

I pulled away to take a breath and sip my beer, sitting back on my legs and feet.

"I want to suck that big cock of yours," you told me as you leaned back, gasping for air.

"Okay, but give me a second to run into the house to grab some more beers for us," I responded, and ran into the house for more alcohol, hard cock bouncing high in the air.

After the short break, we switched places with me taking a spot on the edge of the hot tub while you slipped back into the water. This time, it was I who spread his legs for you, giving you easy access to whatever you wanted from me.

I was still obviously turned on, so you did not have to waste time getting my cock stiff again. You simply grabbed it at the base and took as much of my dick into your mouth as you could. I felt the head touch the back of your throat, forcing a slight gag from you. You held it there for a brief moment, swirling your tongue around, savoring the salty, thick taste of my precum. Then, you started bobbing your head up and down, using your hand to stroke my shaft in a form of erotic syncopation. After several minutes of this, you sat back on your heels to catch your breath and rest your neck.

Once I saw that you were sufficiently rested, I stood and walked slightly forward so my feet and legs were placed slightly at your sides. I didn't have to draw you a picture; you just looked up into my eyes and knew exactly what I wanted. I grabbed the top of your head gently, and slid my hard, pulsing cock in between your lips and started to fuck your mouth with considerable enthusiasm.

I could see by your face that you were in deep concentration. With your hands placed on the sides of my hips and your nipples brushing against my thighs, I rocked back and forth, driving my cock into your mouth again and again. The gulping noises you made as a little bit of your spit dripped from your mouth and slid down your chin was enough to drive me over the edge but I held out.

"Oh, Jess," I said between heavy breaths. "You're fucking amazing."

I didn't want this to end too quickly, so I pulled out of your mouth with a slight popping sound. You looked into my eyes with longing.

"Jesus, Christian. Why'd you stop?" you asked. "I was really getting into that."

"I don't want to cum yet," I responded.

I helped you to your feet, so you were facing me, and kissed you deeply.

"Turn around and bend over the side of the hot tub," I told you. "I'd like to fuck you from behind, if that's okay."

You did not need me to ask again; you turned around, bent over and placed your hands on the edge of the hot tub for support. 

I put one hand on your ass and gently probed the folds of your pussy with the fingers of my other hand. While you were clearly turned on, the water from the hot tub had washed away your natural juices, so I dropped to my knees, separated your ass and pussy with my hands, and slid my tongue into your cunt over and over again until you were ready.

After a short while, my beard was soaked from my spit and your juices. I then stood up, gripped your ass with both hands, and drove my hard dick into your wet pussy until it was buried deep inside you, the front of my hips pressed right up against your parted ass.

We fucked like that for several minutes, the two of us grunting and moaning, skin slapping on skin. My hands moved from your ass to caress your back. And as our fucking grew more frantic, I reached up and grabbed your shoulder at the base of your neck with one hand and helped you slam back against me, driving you down even harder onto my rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Jesus," you called out. "Don't fucking stop."

I could feel exactly when your orgasm hit as your fingers curled into fists on the edge of the hot tub and your cunt gripped me tightly. 

"Can I cum?" I asked you breathlessly.

You didn't respond; you only pushed your ass back against me faster and harder. I released your shoulder and used both of my hands to grab your ass, driving into you over and over and over until I grunted, releasing spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum deep inside you.

Our fucking slowed to a gentle rocking, and eventually I just stopped, my cock still in you as I slowly softened. We stood there for what felt like minutes, breathing and enjoying the feeling of closeness before I pulled out.

You started to stand up, but before you could I put my hand on your back and stopped you.

"Wait," I said. "I'm not quite done yet."

I then dropped to my knees in the cool water, placed my hands on the bottom of your ass and gently parted your sex. The redness of your cunt was stark against the backs of your milky white thighs.

Moving my head forward, I started to lick and kiss you, loving the taste of both our juices. I could see my cum leaking out of you as I continued to lap at your swollen pussy.

"Oh, god," I heard you say. "I'm think I'm going to cum again."

And you did, your legs shaking as you gripped the edge of the hot tub to keep from falling over.

I stood up after that, carefully wiping my chin. You stood, too, holding onto my shoulder for a bit of support. We pressed our bodies together, kissing passionately, tasting each other for the third time today.

"I really should get going," you said, breaking away from me. "But I definitely need to wash up before I'm ready to go out in public."

I led you into the house to the nearest bathroom, which had a massive walk-in shower that could probably accommodate an entire football team. We took turns soaping each other up, careful to get those hard-to-reach spots that can be so difficult for one person to hit.

You left shortly thereafter, catching a cab back to your hotel.

This has only been the second day of your vacation, and with three more days to go, who knows what would happen next. 

Anything could happen, and I would be there to make sure it did.