The Making of a Threesome: Part Four

The Making of a Threesome: Part Four

You cannot understand the tingle and excitement of this sort of sex unless you have experienced it. Just the thought of such luscious naughtiness makes me want to explode. Even now, as I write about that day, I can feel the pressure of a swelling pussy in my jeans trousers.
I simply adore sex and the incredible uplifting, all-encompassing passion that can go with it.

For it was passionate what happened that day; a very different passion from when James and I are alone in bed, making love, folding into one another or even fucking each other rigorously. That’s pretty passionate too!
But this passion was different. It was a passion for sexual stimulation not a passion for a relationship or an individual person, though clearly that came into the equation too. I am not sure that I could enjoy recreational sex with someone that I did not have at least a fleeting admiration or concern for. I don’t think I could fuck anybody, just for the sake of recreation or spreading a little happiness. I need there to be some connection.

Jill surprised me in some ways that day. She astonished me when she screamed for us to stop. I really did think that she was going to call a halt to the proceedings and I was alarmed at the thought that she may well disappear out of James’s house and never get in touch with me again. That thought rather horrified me; the notion that she might think she was being used.

And that was a tricky one.
To some extent she was. I didn’t particularly see her having a relationship with James, although if that happened, I was hardly going to worry about it. I was pretty confident about his feelings towards me and if they wanted to get together from time to time for some damn good sex, then I was not going to stand in their way, I hoped. I thought.
But she was being used in so far that James and I really did want another woman to have some fun with. It really was more for our mutual benefit than for hers though we hoped sincerely that she would be aroused and excited at the prospect. And we didn’t just want anyone. We wanted someone who could understand us and our relationship, who would not feel intimidated by our intimacy, who would not feel threatened or undermined.
It is a tall order to enter into an established relationship as a third party without causing all sorts of ructions.
I should know!

She also surprised me by her slight naivety. I had always thought Jill was extremely sexually liberated. The moment I met her I knew she was a woman who had a high libido and had been involved in all sorts of relationships. It was not stereotyping. She just oozed sexual awareness. Some people do.
When I had my moments of enlightenment sexually, I began to assume that all women who were sexually aware had very similar experiences to mine.
The look on her face when I gushed was one of alarm, excitement, fascination, horror, arousal – all sorts but mainly she was shocked, and you could see in that instance as she watched that she had never known anything like it and consequently must have thought I was pissing.

This bothered me and I knew that I had to do something about it.

Most importantly though, despite her being less sexually aware than I had anticipated, she had participated, it looked as though she wanted more and after a short and delightful quiet moment, I was ready for some more sex, and lots of it.
And another thing. Here was a woman who had more emotional intelligence than most. She knew precisely what I needed, what James and I needed after such excitement, what would ultimately be best for us all.
On retrieving her jeans from the floor and coming over to kiss us both, she suggested that she go into the kitchen and make some coffee, knowing damn fine that my male lover and I needed just a few minutes to ourselves.

In our solitude, we held one another. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to and quite honestly, I think both of us were already anticipating what we were going to be doing with Jill later in the day and who was going to get her pussy juicy first.
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Soon we were together once more.

I went into the kitchen first whilst James disappeared to dress himself.
I walked towards her tentatively. She immediately extended her arms for an embrace. We just stood there together. Although my cunt was throbbing, there was no attempt for any sexual behaviour. It was just two close friends hugging.
James came in and immediately recognised the nature of the hug. He walked past, wrapping his arm around both of our shoulders, giving us a quick peck on the cheek as he returned once more to the sitting room.

We followed with cups of coffee and a contented feeling.

“So....” said Jill.
“When do I get a fuck?”

It was a great way to break any tension, though there was little there.
James responded that within reason, she could have a fuck any time she wanted though he might need to watch a little finger stimulation in order to get his cock aroused immediately, having just spunked rather vociferously.

Jill laughed and explained that she would really like to talk some more before getting her fanny all excited again. She had a few further questions and she wanted some honest answers.

“So, I can see the excitement” she said. “I can see that you are both very sexy, very sexual beings. I like that. I was far more turned on by watching you fuck than I expected. I want to see that again. I want to experience that again but how do you feel about me now that I have entered into your intimacy in some way? Do you still want to fuck me?”

“Too bloody right I do” said James with full, honest eagerness. “You have a great body. You responded so brilliantly and intuitively to our needs and desires as well as instinctively to your own. Of course we want to fuck you!”

“Abi?” she asked

“I feel the same way. I have never wanted a woman more than I want you right now. I have never wanted James to fuck another woman more than I want that right now.”
And with that, I leant over and placed my palm over hers and smiled.

“That’s all very well” she replied “but I want to give you a scenario, Abi.
Let’s assume that we are all going to fuck this afternoon, and it is nearly midday now so here’s hoping. We all decide that this is such fun and it is not going to be a one off, that we are going to meet fairly regularly to fuck.
Let’s suppose that this is fine with all of us and that I enjoy sex with other people whilst you continue your relationship in the intimate way in which you have both described it. Let’s remember, I have a client who needs my fanny even though he doesn’t realise it yet!”

She continued.
“What happens when James and I are in the throes of some fucking gorgeous sex and you have to leave, to go to work or to see family?. What happens then? What happens if I decide that I would like to spend the night with James and that he agrees? How would you feel then? How far does your liberalism go Abi?”

Panic arose from nowhere. How far did it go? Could I cope with these things? I looked at James who stubbornly held his gaze to the floor. He knew this was my issue. He knew that this could undo me, undo all of this but he also knew that I had to be honest. Without that, we were going to go nowhere.

“I’d hate it, Jill” I said. “I’d hate it with a passion. I love the idea of James fucking other women and I hate the idea of him sleeping with them. It is my hang up. It is a problem. It is something that I have to contend with and so does he. However, despite everything that I have just said, I would cope with it. Quite frankly, it is up to you and up to James as to whether your instinctive desires are more precious and vital than my irrational needs. That is the issue and well, if they are, then I just have to live with that and learn to embrace it more readily in a more enlightened fashion.”

Terrified, I waited for the silence to stop.
Eventually, it was James who broke the silence.

“It might happen Abi. You know that, whether it be with Jill or another person. Jill you must know that too. I would never promise fidelity, not now. I’ve done that in the past and it has never worked for me. It is hopeless but what I said about my relationship with Abi still stands. It is whole. It satisfies me completely. I have no desire for another but if another woman came my way and wanted me in the way that you have just described, I would feel foolish in turning them away simply because I knew it would upset Abi. What idiot would push a woman out of his bed in this way?”

“An idiot who cared about his woman!” replied Jill

“ This idiot does care about his woman” James replied. “Having sex, sleeping with another does not detract from that. Abi knows that really. She just has to contend with some dark emotions to fully actualise and live with this. Nothing, no-one could replace my relationship with her. She has no need for these dark emotions. There is no need to envy another living soul. That is the truth and Abi has to somehow get this into her psyche and remember it fully.”

“Abi?” she asked.

“He’s right. I was being honest about how I might feel or how I think I might feel but I am work in progress. I have a load of preconceptions to work on, just as you have and just as James has. We are not stagnant. Hell, he may even turn around one day and be monogamous, heaven forbid! Don’t worry, it’s not going to happen and I would actively discourage it anyway”.

This broke the ice that had crept into the room and we laughed at the nonsensical and bizarre nature of relationships, how convention pulled us when we least wanted it pulling and how we were getting ready for the next stage of our adventure.

“I have some more questions but they will have to wait” she said. “I feel a tingling in my cunt!”

“Oh goodie” said James

“However, I do have one last question before we consider what we are going to do this afternoon.”

“Go for it” I said.

“This is rather personal but I am intrigued about the amount of pissy stuff that came surging out of your cunt today!”

James and I laughed for I think we had both anticipated this.
“Well obviously, it was female ejaculate” he said. “What did you think it was?”

Jill explained that of course, she thought it was piss and that despite seeing many porn stars doing something similar, she had always assumed that it was faked or that it was urine.
How was I going to get her to see the difference?

As far as I was concerned there was only one way, and I felt gloriously dirty in doing it.
I grabbed her hand and asked her to follow me upstairs. I beckoned to James to do the same.
I walked into the bathroom, remove my panties, held up my skirt so that they could both get a good flash of my fanny and squatted down on the toilet, pissing in front of them both, steering my eyes away from James’s very erect cock.

“Now” I said to Jill. “Please believe me that I would not ask you to do this if it wasn’t essential. Look down the pan and tell me what you see.”

In her defence, she did precisely that, looking down and telling me that she saw the familiar coloured water of urine.
I stood above the loo with my pants at my ankles and my skirt hitched up. I strained and asked them both to accept that there was no more urine in me. I had peed enough.
They appreciated this as fact.

I then asked James to come over to me and let me get his very aroused cock out of his trousers.
He did as he was told and stood in front of me as I looked at his big one, knowing the sort of impression it was making on my cunt.

Once more I straddled the toilet and asked James to finger fuck me as Jill stood on in awe.
He knew where to poke and swiftly made me cum, with a gushing flow that conveniently landed in the pan.

“Jill, you knew that I had finished pissing before. What do you think that is?”

“It cannot be more piss!” she said excitedly as she walked over to look for herself.

“It is completely clear Jill”, I said. “Look; not a drop of urine in there, just pure unadulterated orgasmic juices. When I fling my stuff out, it is gloriously free of urine and completely full of aroused liquid. I fucking love cumming in this way, and you, my lovely, are going to get down and taste it right now. Go on, put a finger in my cunt and then lick it clean. Does it taste of piss or something far more delicious?”

Although astounded by the directness of my request, she did as she was told.
She dipped her finger inside me, without looking at my face that was clearly registering excitement. She manipulated in around for a second or two, not much longer, and then she slowly slipped her finger into her mouth.
A smile broke out with her index finger still remaining inside her.

I knew that I had proved my point.
James grabbed hold of me and stuck his cock straight inside me.

“Bedroom!” I demanded. “Now!