0 comments/ 32852 views/ 4 favorites Three's A Party By: jaybird6136 *** Author's Note: Although this story has a detailed beginning, it is worth reading to get to the juicy good stuff within. Take your time, enjoy the build-up, and it will be worth it. For those of you who are impatient, scroll down to the stars.*** In a world full of people who are stuck up about sex, I am a singular case. Even as a woman, I see nothing wrong with enjoying yourself with others, be they male or female. I've never let others' opinions about the matter change how I feel – I enjoy sex. Some might call me any number of distasteful names for voicing this opinion, but it doesn't change the fact that, to me, sex is just plain, old-fashioned fun. On this particular night, I had plans to go out with two friends for dinner, Aaron and Vince. We did this about once a week, mostly to blow off steam. Sometimes we did more than that... * * * "So, Rina, how was your date with what's-his-name go Saturday?" Aaron's blue eyes twinkled mischievously as he prodding me for information. This was his favorite part of the evening, finding out the dirty details of my dates. On nights like this we were like a bunch of frat guys trading stories about the people we were with. It was good to have friends that didn't judge you. "Eh, it was okay. He was a little too prim and proper for me. Opened my door for me, pulled out my chair. Creeped me out a little, to be honest." I laughed as I downed the rest of my red wine. "Not one for gentlemanly ways, huh?" Vince pushed hair so dark it was nearly black out of his eyes. "Naw, makes me feel like a little old lady. I can seat myself, thank you. What about you guys? Any conquests lately?" "I wish. Work had me on call all weekend. Hoping to change that soon, though." Aaron wiggled his eyebrows in my direction, not hiding the fact that he was attracted to me at all. "Watch out, guy." Vince popped a playful punch on his friend's shoulder. "It's been so long for you, Rina might eat you alive. Maybe you oughta start slow... my mom has a widowed friend who could use some company." Aaron and I groaned at that mental picture, and Aaron led the conversation back to me. "Did prim and proper try to score?" "Actually," I nearly snorted into my newly refilled wine glass, "He wanted to take me to a family reunion next weekend." Our conversation went on for a while about our latest date failures. Vince told us about a girl he took out recently who was so nervous she drank too much and ended up passing out on the drive home. "At least she didn't throw up all over my car like my last one did." Aaron sneered. "Okay," I changed the topic, "What about good dates? What has been your favorite date in the past year?" "Oh, I got one. Straight out of a porno. I take this girl to the beach, and as I'm changing in the changing rooms, she sneaks in. The whole time I was worried about another guy coming in." Aaron always had a great story to tell. Sometimes I wondered how many were true, and how many were in his head. "You could have asked him to join." Vince poured more wine into his empty glass. "Oh, now there is something I've been dying to try. Would you believe that in all my conquests, I have never had a guy-guy-girl three-way? I mean, sure, it is easy enough to find another girl to play along, but guys have this bug up their ass about seeing another dude's cock anywhere near them." Now it was Vince's turn to nearly snort wine out his nose. Aaron laughed, and clapped the coughing man on the back. "Oooh, I think we found V's stopping point." He continued to help Vince clear his throat. "No..." Vince wheezed, "Just wasn't expecting that." "So, what 'cha think, fellas. Give me some reasons... why don't guys want to do the guy-guy-girl thing?" I asked two of my best friends the question that had been on my mind lately. I was surprised when I got a serious answer from Aaron, since it was rare for him to talk about sex without some sense of humor. "I think it's because guys want to know that they are the ones to give a woman pleasure, not wonder if it was them or the other guy." "Yeah, I can understand that. Would you guys ever think about doing it?" My curiosity got the better of me. These were two very attractive men, and I wasn't opposed to experimenting with them if they were game. They took their time thinking about the question I had just posed. As they pondered, I took in the wonders that were my friends. Aaron was short for a man, only five foot six. His sandy blonde hair was short and pushed up into spikes. Blue eyes that gleamed with humor framed a lovely face; feminine, but not girly. His lips were a bow set under a short, straight nose. Vince was nearly the opposite of his friend. He stood at a full six feet tall, and every few minutes he was forced to brush his unruly hair out of his dark grey eyes. His nose was long and slender, his lips narrow and wide. I had never been with these men, though we shared almost every sexual fantasy with each other, so I felt as if I had. Aaron's love style was much like the rest of his personality. He loved to be silly, and play along with pleasure. Vince was very romantic. He enjoyed spending time on bringing pleasure to his woman before enjoying her. Either would be wonderful lovers. Together, they might be the best experience a woman could have. Not surprisingly, Aaron was the first to answer my question. "Yeah. With the right girl, I'd be up for it. I'd just have to know the guy, though. Being with a strange guy would be weird." Vince took a little longer to pry an answer from. Aaron and I had fun poking at the issue for a while until he finally gave up. "Okay. I guess I might. I'd at least try it. If it was too weird, I could always leave, I guess." I grew warm at the thought of being with these two men, feeling them both against my naked skin. I tingled at the thought of having that much attention focused on me. I could definitely be an attention hog in bed. "I think we got Rina all hot and bothered." Aaron poked me in my arm, drawing me out of my day dream. "Don't tempt me," I winked at him, "I might just cart you both off and have my way with you. You'd have no power over it, just have to lie there and take it." "I wouldn't fight you a bit." Vince put his two cents in. "Maybe we should be the ones carting you off." Aaron's tone was playful, but his eyes were serious. After another glass of wine, and some more good conversation, I was ready to head home. We had all ridden together to save gas, and once we reached my apartment I decided to give it a try. "Any chance you both want to come up?" I pulled my best sensual glance out of my bag o' tricks. Even then I had a feeling that no one was going to bite. "I would, but I have to drop V off at..." Vince cut Aaron off, "Sure." Aaron did a double take, then smiled. "Okay, then. I'm game." * * * I invited the guys to get comfortable while I poured us all some more wine. I brought the glasses over to the coffee table and set them down. Vince immediately grabbed his, sucking down the liquid courage. Aaron just watched me as I sat down between them on the oversized couch. He looked anxious to begin, so I leaned my back against his chest and got comfortable. Aaron reacted by running his hands up and down my arms and kissing the crook of my neck. I made a small noise as his tongue teased my sensitive skin. My eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the sensation of Aaron at my neck, his hands now reaching down to lift my shirt over my head. Suddenly it was Vince who pulled me towards him, kissing me with such force that I gasped, then moaned with the intensity. His right hand was wrapped in my hair, his left grasping my breast, pinching my nipple between two fingers. His tongue swirled in my mouth, the wine he had just taken in leaving a burning trail down my throat. As Vince kissed me, Aaron unhooked my bra and pushed it off my shoulders. I busied my hands by reaching down to Vince's pants and freeing him from their hold. I reached into his jeans and knew that he was no longer shy about being with me. Now it was Aaron pulling me into a kiss, reaching up my skirt to run his fingertips up my now trembling thighs. He had taken off his shirt, and I ran my hands across his broad, hairless chest. Then it was his turn to become less clothed, so I unzipped him and tugged at his pants. He leaned back and arched his hips so I could free him completely. I heard Vince doing the same, and motioned the two of them to sit closer together on the couch as I knelt between them. I was pleased to see that both men wanted me so much, and were comfortable with what we were starting. Then, I tugged at each man's underwear and marveled at my friends' endowments. Aaron was long, and strait with width that I knew was going to leave an impression on me. Vince curved slightly to one side, and was surprisingly long with a broad tip. I knew I was going to enjoy both. There was a sharp intake of air as I grasped hold of both men, sliding up and down their shafts. I hoisted myself up higher and took Aaron into my mouth. He gasped again as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, all while I continued to pump both of them. Then I leaned over to lick the very tip of Vince, making sure both men received equal pleasure. Aaron took this chance to reach down and take hold of my breast, massaging it thoroughly. After another round of licking and sucking, I stood, pushing my skirt and panties down my long legs. I kicked them so they landed on the couch between the men, and strutted into the bedroom as their hungry eyes watched me. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Aaron stroking himself, and Vince taking one last gulp of wine before following. I made my way over to the bed, pulling myself up towards the headboard and leaning against it. Teasingly, I ran my hands up and down my body, tweaking my nipples, fingers sliding between my legs. Vince joined me on the bed first, pulling my ankles so that I slid down the satin sheets towards him. Then, he crawled up on the bed, and spreading my legs wide, leaned down to kiss the inside of my left thigh. I shivered as his breath warmed my thighs, then my core. Finally I cried out in pleasure as the tip of his tongue met my most sensitive skin. Aaron made his way to the side of the bed, still running his hand over his staff. Then, he knelt on the bed next to my head and forced me to turn towards him, thrusting his cock into my mouth. The sensation of both giving and receiving pleasure was amazing, even more than I had imagined. As Vince teased my clit, I sucked on Aaron's rod, moaning as the feelings overwhelmed me. Aaron thrust over and over, Vince sucked and nibbled. I knew I wasn't going to last this way, so I pulled away from them both. My pussy was hot, wet and aching for a man to be inside. "I want one of you in me when I come the first time." My voice was husky with sex. Aaron's laugh was also husky, "The first time, huh?" "Oh, I plan on being well pleased by the end of the night." I winked at him. He took this as a challenge, and crawled up so that he was between my legs. "Condoms are in the top drawer there." Vince fumbled with the drawer handle, then found two condoms and passed one to Aaron. Aaron's hands were sure as he slid the latex down his shaft, then he gave me a quick smile before pushing me back onto the bed and pulling my legs up. He ran his fingertips over my wetness and his eyes clouded over with sex. Without another thought he thrust into me, forcing me to cry out from the feel of him pushing into me. Although he was wide enough to stretch me, it felt wonderful as I watched him slowly pull his length out of me and slide it back in. Vince's eyes were wide as he watched Aaron fuck me. His hand slowly made its way down to grasp his shaft, pulling at it gently as he stared. "Oh, God..." I moaned, the slow movement between my legs and Vince's happening in unison. "V... please... come to me." Vince walked toward me, and stood next to me, still running his hand over himself. I pushed his hand aside, and grabbed his manhood in my own. I pumped him in time with Aaron's thrusts, and our moans filled the room. Aaron sped up, thrusting faster and faster, pushing me further and further, closer to the edge. I followed by pulling faster at Vince, our breath coming faster. I felt pressure building in me, an orgasm nearing. I could tell that Vince was close, too, and I wanted us to come together. Suddenly, I was pushed over the edge, Aaron fucking me, Vince thrusting into my palm. I shouted Aaron's name as the orgasm rushed through me, and I felt Vince falter a moment before I felt his semen spurt onto my chest and neck, running down my breast. Aaron soon followed us, his thrusts becoming less consistent until he groaned and tensed up, his pelvis smacking against my core hard as he came. I moaned again as his power pushed him deep inside me. After a moment, Aaron pulled out of me and went into my bathroom to clean up. I knew we weren't finished, so I sat up and motioned Vince to sit with me. "I want you in me next." I whispered in his ear, tugging at his lobe with my teeth. His breath caught in his throat as I fondled his balls in my hand. "I want to come with you buried deep inside me." Amazingly, Vince's body revived quickly and his cock reacted to my words. He was hard again in a moment's notice and I grew warm at the sight of him. "I want to bend you over and fuck you." Vince's words surprised and pleased me. I had always thought of Vince as a gentle lover, but the idea of him taking me from behind was even more exciting. "Oh, yes." I moaned, getting on my knees. I bent over to give him a view of me. His eyes sharpened, giving him the look of a hunter stalking his prey. He got up, unwrapped the condom he had grabbed earlier, and put it on. Crawling on the bed behind me, he ran his fingers over me, spreading my wetness. He tested me, pushing first one finger in me, then two. He slowly dragged those fingers in and out of me, dragging them across an even more sensitive spot inside me. I watched as he held onto himself, guiding his length towards me. When he finally pushed into me, I sighed. Aaron came out of the bathroom, his manhood lying between his thighs. I watched as his expression went from shock, to amusement, and finally to arousal. He strode towards me as Vince began pumping, and stood at the end of the bed. I looked up at him, watching him watch me, and it made me even hotter. He began to touch himself, tugging until his staff became rock hard once again. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth, fucking me from the front as Vince did behind. Aaron was so thick I nearly gagged on him. I forced myself to relax, letting him do all the work, and enjoying the feel of these men filling me so completely. It took a moment for them to find a rhythm that worked for both of them, but once they did my pleasure grew. Vince fucked me deeply, pushing himself in as far as he could. He reached the point where pleasure met pain, and rode that point over and over. Even with Aaron filling my mouth, I groaned as another orgasm rushed through me, forcing Aaron deeper into my throat. Vince spanked me once as he thrust into me, and I moaned. As if I had given him permission, he smacked me again, harder this time, and my ass stung where his hand had been. I moaned again, and again as his repeated the motion. Aaron reached under me to pinch my nipple hard with one hand as his other held onto the back of my head. His breath was coming faster, and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth, splashing his seed over my face. Vince sped up as Aaron moaned, and I felt him jerking behind me, fucking me so hard that I screamed, my orgasm throbbing in time with his final thrusts. Laughing breathily, Aaron flopped down on the bed beside me as Vince collapsed on top of me. Once he was able, Vince rolled off me so he was lying on my other side. His hands played over my arms and through my hair. Aaron leaned over and kissed me gently. "I'll get you a washcloth," he said, wiping some of his seed away from my cheek. He returned and almost lovingly cleaned up the mess on my face. Vince let me sit up, then smoothed the warm, wet cloth over my chest and neck. When he was done he took the cloth into the bathroom and washed up as well. I was lying in Aaron's arms when Vince returned, so he joined us on the bed. We were lying there for a while when suddenly Aaron let out a small laugh. "What?" I looked up at him. "I was just thinking about that old saying about how two's company and three's a crowd." "So?" "I disagree. Three's a party!" Three's a Party Okolla's account of events ... When Kioko asked me to come over to his house, I did not expect that I would end up in bed with his wife. But after he sat me down in his study and explained what his intentions were and the role I was to play, I could not refuse. Don't get me wrong. Wanja is not the kind of woman to throw herself around, she wasn't the loose woman one would associate with this kind of scenario. No, she was the kind of woman I wanted to take home to meet my mom, the kind I wanted barefoot and pregnant with my child. She was sexy but not trashy, beautiful not pretty, smart and ambitious, wholesome with just a dash of naughty sprinkled in. Now that the deed was done, I held her in my arms and soothed her. Watched her as she lay with her head rested on my arm, her leg draped over mine, ran my hand over her smooth round ramp. She sighed then and looking into my eyes, stretched up and placed a gentle kiss on my lips then stood up and led me to take a shower with her. We took our time under the shower spray, soaping, caressing and rinsing, barely speaking and arousing each other yet again. She took my semi-firm length into the palm of her hand and stroked me and like a teenage boy I was ready to explore her depths once again. Her legs wrapped around my waist when I lifted her by her thighs, my rod finding its way into her as easily as if I'd done this with her countless times before. I thrust then pushed her against the wall using it for the support and stability I needed while I sucked on the neck I had admired from afar many a time, not caring whether or not I left any marks on her. Her cunt flooded with her slippery thick wetness as it clenched and unclenched with my push and pull. Her groans, louder in the small bathroom space echoed louder and heightened our arousal. With one arm around my neck, she used her fingers on her clit while I continued thrusting into her over and over again. I wasn't gentle, I was too hungry to be gentle. Later, I left Wanja dressing and went downstairs, slightly nervous and wondering whether we had taken too long or if I had enjoyed myself too much. I hadn't wanted to stop but now that I was back to my senses, felt that the situation was still delicate. I found Kioko starting the grill out on the patio and hoped we hadn't been so loud that we sent him outside and away from our passion. He turned around when I slid open the door "How is she?" "She seems okay and will be down in a few. Are you still fine with all this? I wondered if he was having a change of heart. After all, imagining and doing something are two different things. He turned back to adjust the rib racks on the grill, the look on his face a bit pensive. "I have thought about this for a long time Okolla. I am confident with this decision but I hope I have not misunderstood her desires." Just then Wanja walked onto the patio. She wore a short colorful sun dress that accentuated her slender waist and flared out over her hips. Her hair was once again in its tip top un-mused afro shape but she appeared to be as nervous as I had been walking out here to look for her husband but with a shy yet sensual smile she walked up to him and raising on her tip toes, held his head in her hands and slowly kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and for a long minute they held onto each other. The look of relief when he finally opened his eyes and looked at me over her shoulder spoke volumes and the wide smiles on their faces told of their relief. After a few words to both of us she went into the kitchen and busied herself preparing a salad while I set out the drinks and plates for our impromptu barbeque. As the evening wore on and the drinks relaxed us, I felt myself getting aroused once again. She mercilessly flirted with both of us through the evening. I'd watch her sit on Kioko's lap, whisper in his ear with her eyes squarely on mine, barely kiss him then move on to me and do something similar leaving us hard and wanting for many moments before coming back for a tiny dose of the same. When Kioko left the room momentarily to fetch another bottle of wine, she straddled my thighs and ground herself onto my hard, clothed cock then took my hand and placed it between her legs surprising me with bare skin under her sun dress. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to tip her onto her back and have her right on the carpet but instead, I dipped my finger into her then used the slick wetness to rub her clit slowly as she alternated between kissing me and burying her head in the crock of my neck. As I continued to firmly rub on her clit Kioko walked into the room and stood by the door watching his wife humping her hips on my fingers. I knew he hadn't cum all day - while I was there anyway, and evidence of that was the large bulge and the wet spot on his shorts. He firmly grasped himself over his shorts while she, oblivious or uncaring of his presence mewled in my ear and tagged at her dress releasing one succulent dark tightly nubbed breast from the confines of that pretty sun dress. I latched on and lathed the nipple with my tongue then sucked deeply. She came then. Loudly and without inhibition. Her husband behind her unbuckled his belt and before she even came down from her high, lifted her from my lap and sheathed himself in her warmth, her legs tightly wrapped around him, hips hunching; he started off with her up the stairs giving me a terse "We'll see you tomorrow, lock the door when you leave." When a man tells you to vacate his house, you do so without question. So I left. Hard, shorts wet with her juices and her scent heavy on my fingers. I did not see her again until Kioko shipped out a few days later. I'd met with him several times and we had several of those conversations I am certain I will never have with another man. I promised to handle the few repairs that the house needed, take care of his wife, fulfill whatever needs may arise while he was away, keep him updated on the state of affairs at home and in the course of all this, be as open as I could with both of them. I was free to move into their place as I was still renting but felt that it would be too much not to raise a few eyebrows in the neighborhood. I held her hand as we watched him walk away after waving one last time. It had been a tearful goodbye and I was sure I would never be able to elicit such emotion from her but that wasn't my goal, I was merely the support cast on this show. I drove her home and dropped her off letting her know that I'd be coming over the weekend to do some yard work. I didn't want to seem too eager or ill-mannered for rushing her so soon. The few days I'd spent away from her had given me some perspective. She would be mine for 12 months so I planned to take my time with her. Wanja's account of events ... I got home to the sound of our trusty lawn mower in the back yard. Okolla was pushing it. A sheen of sweat covered his dark skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. I watched him from the kitchen window walking the mower back and forth, pausing every now and then to wipe the sweat from his brow. I had seen him shirtless many times at the beach and even in this very yard while playing soccer with my husband but not quite the same way. I had now experienced that body as a woman experiences a man, I'd watched that back in the mirror working to give me pleasure, grasped those muscled arms. No, this was not the same man of days long gone. Thanks to my husband, this was a fantasy come true. I poured two glasses of lemonade and walked out to the patio just as he was storing the mower into the shed. He strode towards me with the usual bright smile on his face and took the glass from my outstretched arm, his fingers grazing mine slightly. The slight touch sent warmth coursing through my arm, tightened my nipples and started a throb between my legs. I wondered whether he noticed the effect he now had on me. He gulped down the lemonade, Adam 's apple bobbing, sweat glistening on his dark skin, eyes piercing into mine from behind his glasses. I don't think he missed anything with those eyes. He was at once enticing and intimidating. This was the first time he had come over since Kioko left and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. "I'm preparing a light dinner, would you like to join me?" I hoped he did not hear the slight tremble in my voice, "It's chicken salad." The answer was yes, he would stay for dinner and share a bottle of wine. That called for a quick shower and a change of clothes - my husband's clothes, so he would be comfortable. I hoped I wasn't too presumptuous showing him to the master bathroom instead of one of the others in the house but I figured it would be OK since he had used it before. His proximity, the heat off his skin and the sweaty scent from his body after working outside was almost overwhelming as I went through the closets finding him one of my husband's shorts and a t-shirt. But he stood there, calm, watching me, perhaps aware that I was leaking like a faucet between my legs, remembering what we had done in this very room. I handed him the clothes and made a quick escape back into the kitchen to deal with dinner. "Ahh ... Feel so much better after that shower." He said as he walked back into the kitchen, "would you like help with anything?" "I'm almost done but you can do one thing" I handed him the bottle of wine, "uncork this for us." I was relieved that the earlier tremor in my voice was now gone. We settled down to eat and with the previous tension seemingly eased, the conversation was as effortless as it usually was when my husband was present. The sound of his laughter filled the room, and the story-telling went on long after we finished our meal. He had always been easy to talk to and I found myself hanging onto every word, observing every expression, marveling at the way he became animated by the subjects he was passionate about. I also noticed him watching me. His gaze on my lips when I talked or took a sip of wine, on the swing of my hips as I moved around the kitchen when we cleaned up, my knotted nipples through the light fabric of my dress. I only hoped he couldn't smell the wetness pooling down under making my panties a sticky mess. I excused myself to use the guest bathroom and took them off when I saw how wet they were. I was even surprised the wetness hadn't leaked through to my dress. When I got back to the living room he was fiddling with the music and soon the room was filled with one of the new Nigerian songs he and my husband liked dancing to. I wasn't much of a dancer and preferred to sit and watch them try the many moves that accompanied the songs, but here he was gesturing for me to join him, taking my hand when I wouldn't and twirling me around the room, laughing at my miss-steps. I was glad when the music slowed down because then I could at least catch my breath and remember my steps. Only, with the slower music he drew me closer, his hands low on my waist moving me with him to the music. "Is this better then?" He asked laughing. "Yes, it is, you know I love zouk." Dancing with him had always been easy. He was good at it. "Of course, I know that and many other things about you Wanja." He tipped my chin up with his finger and with his other hand skimmed my hip over my dress. "I know you are not wearing anything under this dress," he arched an eyebrow, "why is that?" I protested. Claimed to be wearing sheer panties. Ones he couldn't feel through the dress. "Really?" It was a dare but for some reason I felt committed to my initial response. "Really! Why would I walk around without panties?" I could feel my heart racing as I said it. "Hmm ... I doubt it. I think I should check just so I'm sure." With that I felt my already short dress get shorter as he slowly bunched it around my waist while his gaze held mine. Even then I could feel the wetness continue to pool between my lips sure that it would drip down my leg as we had this battle of wits. We'd long stopped dancing and were lightly swaying to the slow music as my dress went higher and higher. Until the hem stopped at the edge of my bottom. "So, panties or no panties?" He queried, eyes on mine. "Panties." My voice cracked. "OK, I guess I have to see this for myself." He lowered himself then, eyes still on mine until he was on his knees before me. Then he turned his gaze to the panty-less, throbbing junction between my legs. I'm sure he could see how wet I was. Smell it even. I was almost embarrassed. The man hadn't even kissed me since he'd arrived and here I was turned on and panty-less. He drew himself toward me. Drew a deep breath. Then with his tongue, delved into the folds and licked the wetness that had been collecting there all evening. "No panties." He looked at me then. "Very tasty, but no panties that I can see." He then dove back in. Tongue stroking between the folds, finding my clit and slowly lapping at it. Slowly driving me up the wall. Knees buckling despite his arms holding me up. He licked still. As I moaned and wound my hips. As I ground myself into his face. He licked and sucked and kept on and on until the tremors took over and my hands gripped on his shoulders for dear life. Until I screamed his name. Then when I couldn't stand the pleasure he let me crumble against him and we lay there on the rug, me flushed and panting, reaching for the buttons on his shorts and him, kissing me, giving me small tastes of myself on his lips and keeping my hands from the very thing I wanted so much right then. "Shhhh ... this is for you" the hoarseness of his voice had me believing otherwise. He rolled us on our sides, his clothed thigh snugly against my unclothed center. I ground myself on him. I wanted him. I wanted him to fill me but he held me back. Held me against him as the slow music played on till we dozed off. I woke up later to find his eyes on me. "So, where are those panties?" "In the guest bathroom." I managed to whisper. He stood up and pulled me up to him. Kissed me and then walked to the bathroom and got the wispy yellow piece of clothing I'd abandoned in the bathroom earlier. "Still wet. I'm going to keep these." He crumpled my panties into his pocket as he walked by me and out the door. "Goodnight Wanja, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Three's A Party, Not A Crowd Thanks to E and G who served as inspiration to write this and to AC (whoredinarygirl) for the help in editing prior to publication. **************** We are all standing around the bed Chrissy is just in sexy lingerie, whilst Greg is sitting on the bed next to her still fully clothed and I am standing just in my boxers shorts, my is cock is already fully erect and straining against the fabric the head poking its way through the top of my shorts. I am trembling with nerves and anticipation, Chrissy moves forward and places a reassuring hand on my thigh. I look her up and down, her erect nipples are clearly visible sticking out against the lacy bra, I continue to scan down and see a small damp patch on the front on her knickers. Sounds like the start of one of those stories you read in a titty magazine, and I myself was struggling to comprehend what was going on. I was a married man and about to have sex with a hot woman whilst her husband watched, I wasn't technically cheating as my wife was aware of what I was doing and happy for me to have some fun on the side. Let me start from the beginning I initially met Chrissy, and Greg through a casual encounters web-site. They were a married couple looking for a third person (male) to join them for some "fun times." Anyway, after some back and forth emailing and some pictures, we agreed to meet up for a coffee and if things felt good back to their place. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop near their place, I arrived on time and I ordered a coffee. I'd nearly convinced myself to make a run for it before they arrived but as I was going over it in my head, I saw them enter the café. I recognised them straight away from their photos well, it was the first time I'd actually seen them with clothes on. Chrissy was in her mid-thirties, well that's what they had said in their emails, but she could have easily passed for mid-twenties, she had dark hair that went just past her shoulders, and her body was smoking hot, plump d-sized tits and nice curvy hips and ass. She was wearing a black dress and from here I knew she didn't have a bra on as I could see her nipples sticking out through the fabric of the dress. Greg was your stereo-typical mid-thirties male. He was a few inches shorter than me, but it looked like he kept himself in good shape. I waved to grab their attention and they made their way over. I stood up and introduced myself to Greg and shook his hand. Not sure what to do, I extended my hand to shake Chrissy's, but she came straight in and embraced me, giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek. Now at the time I wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not but as she withdrew she lightly brushed my crotch and ever so gently and discreetly gave my cock a squeeze. She must have seen the shocked look on my face as she just winked at me and said, "Let's move over to the booth, it's a bit more private" I followed them both over to the booths, which were at the back of the café. Greg took one side of the table and Chrissy the other. I didn't know which side to take, but Chrissy made the decision easier by patting the seat next to her and gesturing to sit there. We made some small talk, it was easier than I thought they made me feel comfortable. Soon a waiter came over and asked us if we wanted anything, I was still nursing my coffee from earlier, and Chrissy said."Two coffees..." She then paused for a second and finished her sentence "...make them to go. We are only here to pick our friend up, she spoke gesturing to me The waiter left to fill the order. I wasn't exactly sure if she meant what I thought she did. I looked across to Greg who simply gave me a nod and a wink; if I didn't get that hint, the hand on my cock made it perfectly clear. Chrissy discreetly gave my crotch a rub as we carried on chatting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Chrissy then took my hand and placed it on her lap. I soon discovered besides being braless, she was not wearing any kickers either. She pushed my hand up under her dress which had ridden up slightly, I instantly felt the heat of her pussy, I gave it a rub and discovered that it was completely bald, like in her photos. I brushed her pussy with my fingers she was wet, really wet, as I was talking to Greg I slid the two fingers inside her up to the second knuckle. I noticed the waiter coming back with the two coffees, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and tried to act as normal as I could. The waiter handed them their coffees and then Greg said "Well we better get going then. Here's our address, and directions on how to get there from here. Let yourself in; directions to the bedroom are also on there. My number is also there in case you get lost. Give us 10 minutes then come around." As he said this he reached in his pocket and slid a piece of folded paper over to me. I picked it up and quickly read over the notes. It seemed straight forward enough, so I put paper in my pocket. Greg then rose from his seat and moved out of the booth. I went to move out so Chrissy could get out, but before I could she slid, across the top of me. When she was halfaway across my lap she ever so briefly dropped her ass down and ground herself against my still hard cock. She then hopped out of the booth, turned around and leant down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. From the angle she was standing and I was sitting, I could see down the top of her dress and I had an unencumbered view of her tits. She then whispered into my ear "Don't be too long, I am so wet I can't wait to feel that cock of yours inside me. " They then made their way to the counter to pay for their coffees and left the store. I watched them leave still trying to work out if that just actually happened. I was glad they asked me to wait 10 minutes, as it took at least five minutes for my cock to subside back to normal. I sat there in a bit of a daze. I looked around the café and wondered what the rest of the customers would think if they knew what had just happened, and more so what was about to take place. I quickly finished my coffee, paid for it and made my way to my car. I found their house easily enough and parked in the driveway as instructed. Before I got out, I took a few minutes to gather my thoughts. It had been well over ten years since I had had sex with a woman other than my wife. I felt guilty at the thought of being with another woman but I knew that my wife was fine with what I was doing and we had many discussions about it. I hopped out of the car and made my way into the house. As I got to the bedroom door there was note saying strip down to your underwear then enter. I did as I was instructed, lightly knocked on the door and then entered the room... "So would you like me to take my bra off?" Snapping back to reality Chrissy finally broke the silence. I start to stammer, but before I can say anything she reaches behind herself and removes her bra. Her tits pop out of their former restraints, whilst I'm still cemented to the spot not knowing what to do. Chrissy adds "Go on, touch them, they won't bite" I look over at Greg and he gives a nod of approval. I reach forward and took one of the tits in my hand, rubbing the huge nipple with my thumb. I do the same with the other before giving each nipple a light pinch and a pull; they seem to grow bigger. Chrissy starts to moan, "Now let's see what you've got there" She swiftly pulls my boxers down and my cock springs free. I step out of my boxers and stand there stark naked in front of two people I barely know with a rock hard erection. Chrissy moves forward and take it in her hands. It felt like it was getting harder, every vein on it was bulging and the head was like a fat mushroom. A small amount of clear cum was oozing out, and Chrissy then leaned forward, licked it up then proceeded to slide my cock into her waiting mouth. My knees buckled and I nearly toppled over. I had to hold her shoulder for support. She continued to tongue it and get as much of my cock into her mouth, whilst pumping it with her one hand, and with her other she massaged my balls. She occasionally stopped and took one of my balls into her mouth swirling her tongue around it, before going back to my cock which was now glistening with her saliva. I feel my cock sliding further into her mouth each time she moves her mouth back and forth. My cock is pulsing and I can feel the cum boiling up in my balls ready to explode. I think she realised this and suddenly stopped. "Not so quick you're not coming until you stick that thing in me." Chrissy then rolled backward, what was a small damp patch now covered the entire front of her knickers, she hooked her thumbs around the waist of them and pulled them off in one motion. She stayed on her back, legs spread and her bald pussy beautifully glistening. She then tossed the knickers to Greg who I had completely forgotten was there. Chrissy propped herself up on her elbow, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy she slid two fingers in and teased herself, before adding a third, and fingering herself whilst pinching her nipples. Soon her fingers were covered in shiny juices. She withdrew her fingers brought them up to her mouth, and sucked and licked the juices off. She then looked at me and said "Are you waiting for a formal invitation?" I moved forward, climbing onto the bed, leaning in and kissing her, our tongues entangling. I push her back onto the bed until I am fully ontop of her. I rest my cock ontop of her pussy, I can feel the heat from it. We kiss for a while longer before I roll my hips and position my cock right on the entrance to her pussy, I push it in a little bit and I hear her gasp in anticipation. I stop and she looks at me and tries to push her pussy onto my cock but I stop her. I finally find my voice, "Not yet, I want to taste that pussy first." I move back giving her one last kiss before making my way down stopping at her tits and giving each one a good lick and a suck on her juicy, fat nipples. She is panting in anticipation as I make my way down until my face is just inches away from her pussy. Her pussy is wet, the lack of hair showing off her puffy lips, wet and waiting to be given some attention. I slowly kiss around her pussy moving closer and closer each time. I finally place my mouth over it and slowly slide my tongue into her wet moist passage. I feel her body shudder as a wave of juice fills my mouth I feverishly begin to tongue fuck her pussy, trying to get as deep as I can into it. She is moaning and telling me not to stop. I remove my tongue and slide two fingers in again, she gasps as I slide my fingers in and out whilst concentrating on her very erect clit. I probe her pussy looking for her g-spot. I know I have found when it when I her moaning increase and she is grinding her pussy into my face. Soon I hear her scream as her body stiffens and her pussy juice flood my face. I give it once last lick and move back, "I want to lick my juices off your face." I glance across at Greg who is now wearing nothing but a big grin and an erection which he is slowly stoking. Like me he is completely shaved his cock looked a little longer than mine probably about 7 inches, but thinner. If I don't say so myself, what my cock lacks in length in makes up for in girth it is quite thick. "Go on, don't leave her waiting.'' he said. Chrissy pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips. She leans forward, shoving her mouth onto mine; her tongue exploring and looking for every last drop of the sweet nectar that had come from her pussy. As she was doing this, she rolled her hips and in one motion shoved the full length of my cock into herself. She sat there for a second enjoying how full her pussy was, staring into my eyes. "That feels magnificent" After a moment I start to pump, slowly taking my cock all the way out and then pushing it all the way in until my balls meet her ass. I see Greg move around to get a better view of my cock going in and out of his wife. I grip her ass checks and spread them so he could get a clear unencumbered view. We fuck slowly for a while the tempo increasing bit by bit. I reach around and tickle her pussy lips with my hand and then sliding a finger in with my cock. I hear her gasp as it slides in, juices are freely flowing out her pussy, down my cock and down over my balls. With my finger well lubricated I move it up and begin to tease her ass, she gasps, as with every pump of my cock I slide my finger a little bit more in until my middle finger was buried deep in her ass. We continue to slowly fuck until I feel her come again and her pussy contracting around my cock. I withdraw my finger from her ass then grab her hips and start pumping she's gasping, this time it was followed by a string of unintelligible words as I slam my cock in and out of her, she comes again and again I feels my balls boiling. I give one last shove and explode into her, my cock shooting burst after burst of white, hot liquid into her pussy; there was so much cum shooting into her that it soon began to spurt out the sides of her pussy. Chrissy flops down onto me. sweaty, she then whispered into my ear that she came every time my cock shot cum into her. We sat there a few seconds before Chrissy moved off my cock. It was still semi-hard, covered in a mixture of both our cum. She moved her head down, taking my softening cock into her mouth and licking up all the juices. Greg was still sitting at the end of the bed, cock still in hand, with a look of part shock and part pure ecstasy. Chrissy then looked at her husband and said "You cum yet, baby?" "Not yet," he replied, "I was saving it for you." "You're so sweet," she replied. She moved around and took her husband's cock into her mouth, licking and sucking it like a woman possessed. She was on all fours and as I was behind her all I could see was her ass in the air, her gaping pussy with my cum still dripping out, and her head bobbing up and down on her husband's cock. My cock began to swell at the sight of this. I reach over and slid three fingers into her cum filled pussy. She briefly stopped what she was doing before resuming her mouth action on her husband with great vigour. The sounds in the room at the time were quite unbelievable. Greg was moaning and telling his wife what he was going to do to her, the sound of Chrissy's mouth working over her husband's cock, and also the slurping and squelching sounds that emanated from her pussy as I worked my now four fingers into her pussy. I slid them in and out until nearly my whole hand was in there and I was teasing her ass with my thumb. She stopped sucking Greg and let out a deep moan, and then said that she wanted to feel Greg's cum inside her too. She spun around and stuck her ass in the air and Greg entered her from behind, fucking her hard and slow. Chrissy motioned for me to come over to her. I showed her my cum and juice soaked hand and then proceeded to use it to lubricate my cock up until it was fully hard. She then took my cock into her mouth, licked it clean, and began to take it deep into her throat. We managed to keep a nice rhythm up until Chrissy came again. I'd lost count to how many times that had been. Greg began to increase his pace and was soon moaning and his body stiffened as he filled his wife's pussy. I felt my balls tightening again, and this time she didn't stop. I gasped as I shot cum into Chrissy's mouth which she greedily sucked up. Chrissy then sat up on her knees cum dripping out of her pussy. She let some of the cum drip out of her mouth and she scooped it up and rubbed it on her nipples, before swallowing the rest. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. We all lay on the bed panting. I knew I couldn't stay all night so I asked if I could have a quick shower before I went. I jumped in the shower, with the hot water streaming over my body I went over the nights events in my head. Just then Chrissy jumped in the shower with me, cuddling me and giving me a deep kiss. I could still taste the cum in her mouth. "T0hat was fantastic," she said. "Yes it was, I'm glad to be of service," I said with a wry grin. She kisses me again and this time I slid my hand to her pussy which is dripping with cum. I slide a few fingers into her and give it a few pumps. She then grabs my hand, withdraws my fingers, and then licks them. "All clean now" she said, "Now lover if you don't mind I need some space to clean myself up." As I got out and started to dry off, she stuck her head out of the shower and said, "Greg and I want you to come back again real soon..." and as the door of the shower closed she added, "...and next time maybe bring your wife" As I made my way back into the bedroom, to get my clothes to get dressed, I stopped and stopped and chatted to Greg. He was still naked lying on the bed, cock still covered in the juices from what had taken place. This should have been the most uncomfortable conversation I ever had but it seemed strangely natural. I gathered my things, as I was doing this, Chrissy had walked back in and hopped on the bed and made her way to her husband. As I said my goodbyes and made my way out, Chrissy was already back riding her husband's cock. My cock started to harden thinking of what was to come next time around. Three's a Party Pt. 02 When Kioko asked me to come over to his house, I did not expect that I would end up in bed with his wife. But after he sat me down in his study and explained what his intentions were and the role I was to play, I could not refuse. Don't get me wrong. Wanja is not the kind of woman to throw herself around, she wasn't the loose woman one would associate with this kind of scenario. No, she was the kind of woman I wanted to take home to meet my mom, the kind I wanted barefoot and pregnant with my child. She was sexy but not trashy, beautiful not pretty, smart and ambitious, wholesome with just a dash of naughty sprinkled in. Now that the deed was done, I held her in my arms and soothed her. Watched her as she lay with her head rested on my arm, her leg draped over mine, ran my hand over her smooth round ramp. She sighed then and looking into my eyes, stretched up and placed a gentle kiss on my lips then stood up and led me to take a shower with her. We took our time under the shower spray, soaping, caressing and rinsing, barely speaking and arousing each other yet again. She took my semi-firm length into the palm of her hand and stroked me and like a teenage boy I was ready to explore her depths once again. Her legs wrapped around my waist when I lifted her by her thighs, my rod finding its way into her as easily as if I'd done this with her countless times before. I thrust then pushed her against the wall using it for the support and stability I needed while I sucked on the neck I had admired from afar many a time, not caring whether or not I left any marks on her. Her cunt flooded with her slippery thick wetness as it clenched and unclenched with my push and pull. Her groans, louder in the small bathroom space echoed louder and heightened our arousal. With one arm around my neck, she used her fingers on her clit while I continued thrusting into her over and over again. I wasn't gentle, I was too hungry to be gentle. Later, I left Wanja dressing and went downstairs, slightly nervous and wondering whether we had taken too long or if I had enjoyed myself too much. I hadn't wanted to stop but now that I was back to my senses, felt that the situation was still delicate. I found Kioko starting the grill out on the patio and hoped we hadn't been too loud that we sent him outside and away from our passion. He turned around when I slid open the door "How is she?" "She seems okay and will be down in a few. Are you still fine with all this? I wondered if he was having a change of heart. After all, imagining and doing something are two different things. He turned back to adjust the rib racks on the grill, the look on his face a bit pensive. "I have thought about this for a long time Okolla. I am confident with this decision but I hope I have not misunderstood her desires." Just then Wanja walked onto the patio. She wore a short colourful sun dress that accentuated her slender waist and flared out over her hips. Her hair was once again in its tip top un-mused afro shape but she appeared to be as nervous as I had been walking out here to look for her husband but with a shy yet sensual smile she walked up to him and raising on her tip toes, held his head in her hands and slowly kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and for a long minute they held onto each other. The look of relief when he finally opened his eyes and looked at me over her shoulder spoke volumes and the wide smiles on their faces told of their relief. After a few words to both of us she went into the kitchen and busied herself preparing a salad while I set out the drinks and plates for our impromptu barbeque. As the evening wore on and the drinks relaxed us I felt myself getting aroused once again. She mercilessly flirted with both of us through the evening. I'd watch her sit on Kioko's lap, whisper in his ear with her eyes squarely on mine, barely kiss him then move on to me and do something similar leaving us hard and wanting for many moments before coming back for a tiny dose of the same. When Kioko left the room momentarily to fetch another bottle of wine, she straddled my thighs and ground herself onto my hard, clothed cock then took my hand and placed it between her legs surprising me with bare skin under her sun dress. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to tip her onto her back and have her right on the carpet but instead, I dipped my finger into her then used the slick wetness to rub her clit slowly as she alternated between kissing me and burying her head in the crock of my neck. As I continued to firmly rub on her clit Kioko walked into the room and stood by the door watching his wife humping her hips on my fingers. I knew he hadn't cum all day - while I was there anyway, and evidence of that was the large bulge and the wet spot on his shorts. He firmly grasped himself over his shorts while she, oblivious or uncaring of his presence mewled in my ear and tagged at her dress releasing one succulent dark tightly nubbed breast from the confines of that pretty sun dress. I latched on and lathed the nipple with my tongue then sucked deeply. She came then. Loudly and without inhibition. Her husband behind her unbuckled his belt and before she even came down from her high, lifted her from my lap and started off with her up the stairs giving me a terse "We'll see you tomorrow, lock the door when you leave." When a man tells you to vacate his house, you do so without question. So I left. Hard, shorts wet with her juices and her scent heavy on my fingers. I did not see her again until Kioko shipped out a few days later. I'd met with him several times and we had several of those conversations I am certain I will never have with another man. I promised to handle the few repairs that the house needed, take care of his wife, fulfill whatever needs may arise while he was away, keep him updated on the state of affairs at home and in the course of all this, be as open as I could with both of them. I was free to move into their place as I was still renting but felt that it would be too much not to raise a few eyebrows in the neighborhood. I held her hand as we watched him walk away after waving one last time. It had been a tearful goodbye and I was sure I would never be able to elicit such emotion from her but that wasn't my goal, I was merely the support cast on this show. I drove her home and dropped her off letting her know that I'd be coming over the weekend to do some yard work. I didn't want to seem to eager or ill mannered for rushing her so soon. The few days I'd spent away from her had given me some perspective. She would be mine for 12 months so I planned to take my time with her.