The Making of a Threesome: Part Three

The Making of a Threesome: Part Three

We drove to his house and switched on the computer. There I was lying down in the grass with Jill’s hands on my tits. The look in her eyes was pure excitement. She appeared to be eagerly leaning in towards my breasts. Had James not made that noise, I am sure she would have been sucking my nipples within seconds.

He’d got some great shots, as though his camera had been on automatic fire. There was a sensational one of Jill with her fingers arched around her cunt. Clearly, from the position of her hand, her fingers were deeply imbedded inside her. How he had got that shot with us both lying down, I do not know but it was fucking horny. As was the photo of us just coming together for a kiss with both of our mouths slightly open waiting for a subtle tongue invasion. Who was going to do it first? Who did it first? I cannot remember.

“She’s a horny beast”, I said. “I so want you to fuck her. I want you to get her to orgasm as quickly as you move me to cum!”
Jill had spoken years ago about how she had a propensity to orgasm but she did not shoot glorious fuck juices out of her body. I wondered whether this was still the case or whether fucking a woman regularly had triggered something different in her sexual responses or whether just being that bit older had opened her ducts. I couldn’t wait to find out.

I reached for my phone and together we concocted a message for her.
“So good to see you earlier Jill for all sorts of reasons. So good to feel you & be felt by you. Incredibly turned on. Wish we’d stayed on the grass longer. Tomorrow! Can’t wait xx”

Almost instantly the response rang through. James peered over my shoulder as I read it.
“I’m in shock. Didn’t know you liked cunts as well as cocks. Fucking unbelievable luck that we bumped into one another. Need to talk about all of this but yes, definitely looking forward to tomorrow. Send me his address. Kisses. Jxxx”

I returned with James’s address and told her that we would be in all morning. She should come round at any time but for goodness sake don’t forget the lingerie. She responded to say that she was concerned about how I was going to broach the subject of the two of us fucking as well as her fucking him. In fact she was concerned about how we were going to naturally flow into this sexual activity at all.
I did feel a little guilty at James and mine dishonesty. It was somewhat sneaky to do what we did this evening, taking those photos without permission and I did feel slightly unnerved and worried that she might recognise the dog walker instantly when she met James. All this was happening far quicker than I had anticipated.

When we had first come up with the idea that James would take some photos, we thought that we were living in fantasy land. We’d tried to initiate some sort of threesome before and it hadn’t really taken off. To think that he had been able to take photographs, that we, Jill and I had kissed and that everything else might be happening the very next day was somewhat alarming.
If Jill did recognise James, we’d just have to make something up. We’d just have to tell her that I had instantly told him that I was attracted to her so he had decided he would come out and see for himself; an instinctive response to my arousal. Loose, I know, but I couldn’t think of anything else.

As it happened, my worries were unfounded. When Jill arrived the next morning, there wasn’t a glint of recognition not even when the floppy Labrador came bounding towards her.
James and I had spent the morning discussing the ways in which we were going to initiate this and what we would do, dependent upon Jill’s responses.
We fucked one another to pieces as we talked. How words still make me cum! How my bisexuality still excited him! How anticipation is a perfect aphrodisiac!

If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. She walked straight into the house, greeted me with a kiss on the mouth and then approached James with the European two cheek greeting. She smiled at him and he reciprocated, waving his arm towards the front room where I sat on the settee and Jill placed herself on the chair diagonally opposite, within touching distance, I hoped.

“What have you told him?” she whispered as he walked out to make coffee.
“I haven’t told him anything about last night” I said, which wasn’t strictly a lie. He had seen everything that had happened.
“Is he not going to be slightly surprised if I suddenly start kissing you as well as him?” she asked.
“Delighted and deeply turned on, I would think” I responded. “Jill, he knows that I am attracted to women and when I first mentioned about seeing you again and what I had suggested, he was utterly delighted. He was almost proud that I had been so assertive and creative in approaching the possibility of us all having recreational fun together”.

Jill paused and thought.
“And does he know that I am bisexual?”
I responded to say that I had mentioned that, in the past, she had had affairs with both men and women but I didn’t know whether that was still the case. I told her that he had suggested that it might be worth finding out.

“And what about our friendship?” she asked. “This all puts it on a slightly different level”.
“Does it?” I asked quite genuinely. “It alters nothing as far as my feelings for you. I’ve always cared deeply for you and was disappointed when we lost touch. We’ve always been open and honest to one another and we have always been explicit about our sexual desires.
All we are doing here is enjoying one another with another person involved. We are extending the physical intimacy to the place where our emotional intimacy is. As far as James is concerned, this is all perfectly natural. We are merely exploring and enjoying our sexuality; all of us”.

She looked at me, hard, as thought trying to determine whether there was some hidden agenda. Did she feel used? Was she beginning to think this was some sort of stitch-up?
Without her asking the question, I could not alleviate her concerns, if they existed.

James interrupted the slight invasion of tension and brought our coffees into the room.
He sat down on the settee next to me and reassuringly placed his hand over mine, gathering it in his as he began to speak.
“Abi has talked about you in the past Jill. I’m glad that you bumped into one another again.”
“Did Abi tell you where we bumped into one another?” she asked.
“Her favourite sex shop!” he responded immediately; not one for beating around the bush is James, well, not when it comes to words, though of course he adores beating around certain bushes.

Jill continued to ascertain how much James knew about her purchases and about what I had suggested.
“Abi has learned to be a little more upfront and assertive” he said. “I think she was genuinely suggesting that you show me the underwear to help you with this man of yours. There is no compulsion to continue with this. If you don’t feel as though you would like to parade in front of me, then that is absolutely fine. If you chose to do so, I would happily let you know whether your choice of lingerie was doing the trick, though obviously I may have different arousal points to your man”.

Jill smiled and pondered.
“Of course, you may have gathered from Abi” he said “that she would be more than happy to watch too. We have a healthy respect for one another’s sexuality and I know that she is as turned on by bras and panties as I am. But as her friend, I am sure that you know that”.

Jill looked at me and I hopefully gave her a subtle sign to say it was alright to disclose anything she wanted to. She responded to say that she hadn’t known that I had bisexual tendencies until we were discussing it last night. She then went on to say that as we had left that evening, she had felt very turned on by the prospect of me being there as well as she performed her little striptease.
The only thing that she felt very nervous about was potentially being the third person in what was evidently a perfectly contented relationship. She didn’t want to rock the boat in a negative way. She didn’t want to be an extra without feelings for others. She accepted that she did not know how she felt about James having just met him but that she cared for me, and this could alter our relationship profusely.

It was James who stepped in to give the reassurances that I wanted him to verbalise.
Abi and I have an intensely intimate relationship, he explained. We adore one another’s sexuality and we are aware of how we want to extend one another’s sexual boundaries. We have had sex with other women, and we have also had a foursome with another couple that we meet up with every so often. We love sex. We love seeing other people aroused. This in itself arouses us. We adore watching porn together and seeing the utter passion of other people’s sexuality. We both love cunts and their incredible, alluring constitution; so very different from person to person. We accept that we will both want to have sex with other people from time to time but this will not take anything away from our own relationship and desire for one another.

It was at this point that Jill intervened.
“How can fucking another woman not take something away from your relationship with Abi?” she asked.

James continued to explain as I had tried to so many times before.
“I love women. I love their cunts. I love having sex. What Abi has realised is that just because I love fucking , it doesn’t suddenly make all other women and their delicious cunts unattractive. What we have is an honesty that goes beyond the conventional expectations. Abi realises that I need to be free to look, touch and even fuck other cunts. It may also be that I develop feelings for another woman, that I develop an emotional as well as physical attachment. She probably doesn’t want this but she knows that it could happen. Trying to avoid this by having a completely monogamous relationship is not going to eradicate the alleged fear or the potential of it happening. If anything, for me, the insistence on monogamy is going to ensure that it happens!
I am who I am. I look at you, see a perfectly beautiful woman with a very attractive body and I want to see more. The fact that I may be able to do so with Abi is just too exciting for words.”

He continued to explain further.
“What you and I might have is recreational sex, especially the first time. We’ve not met before today. We may have sex today and we may not. We may feel that we would like to get to know one another before having recreational sex. But the first time, it will be just that. I don’t need to have sex with you. I have a fucking wonderful sex life already but why deny a greater one if everyone concerned is content? My fucking you will not take anything away from my desire to fuck Abi. I can assure you of that.”
He leant over and swept his hands between my thighs, outrageously moving his thumb so that it clearly lodged itself into my panties.

“As for taking something away, we feel that this is a very narrow view of relationships. It is only taking something away if there is an expectation of exclusivity. We have turned this on its head and said that we don’t expect exclusivity as the fundamental part of our relationship. The underpinning values of our relationship are respect, honesty and integrity. All of these amass to a level of intimacy and understanding that far outweighs the usual conformity of couples.
I have sex with you, Jill, with or without Abi present, and that is fine as long as I let her know that this has happened. If she cannot accept it, then we have to reassess, and I have to decide what is most important; my feelings for Abi or my liberty. It really shouldn’t be an either/or.”
He really was laying our philosophy down.

He finished his spiel with a final flurry.
“One day Jill, you and I might meet up and fuck when Abi isn’t around. It could happen. It doesn’t have to happen, it just could. What could also happen is that you become an extremely important friend to both of us. It may be that the three of us spend more time together and not just having sex. It could even be the case that I want to spend more time with you than I do with Abi. I cannot envisage this right now but the point I am making is none of us have any notion about what is around the corner and we should be prepared for all possibilities.
Right now, I fucking adore Abi, I adore her sexuality and I adore her exploration of her sexuality and her respect and recognition of mine. The fact that she can bring a gorgeous woman into my house in the full knowledge that I would like to fuck her makes me respect her all the more.”

I was exhausted and even turned on by this, especially as his thumb had been moving around within me throughout this speech. I really did need an orgasm with an almighty ejaculation now. He looked down at me, recognising how swollen my pussy was, and kissed me.
I leant over towards Jill, and gently stroked her arm.

She smiled.

“I thought as I drove here” she said “that you may be using me in some way. What you have said makes sense. It does not alleviate my concerns immediately, but I will think on it and I trust the pair of you are being honest with me as well as yourselves. I am an extra, whether you like it or not, but I am happy to be that if it does not detract from any other aspect of our relationship” she said, looking directly at me.

“You are an extra” said James “in my relationship with Abi, at the moment but you are not an extra in your relationship with Abi. One could argue that I am the extra there. But what is this talk of extras? We are only extras in the conformity of how the world views monogamous and exclusive relationships. We are different”.

She looked on at us both, almost as though she had a huge amount of mistrust. She looked at James intensely, as though she was trying to illicit some obvious flaw in him and his sexual ideology.
Then all of a sudden, she got up, walked towards me and stroked my head. She then turned to James, took his head in her hands and shoved her tongue down his throat.
He released his hand from my cunt and wrapped it around her shoulders, responding enthusiastically to her assertiveness. As they continued to kiss she opened her legs and sat on his lap. I watched in awe at her brilliance.
They stopped kissing and as they did, James reached out for another. Jill reciprocated. I continued to watch. James then stopped and turned to me, leaning over to include me in the proceedings. Jill looked on as he smothered me with an orgasm-inducing kiss, deliberately intended to reach my soul as well as the back of my throat.

She jolted out of his lap, placing her palm on her pussy.

“I want to play” she said. “I want to show you both my underwear. I want to strip off here and I want you to both help me in getting this man of mine to want to fuck me. But first I want to stand here and watch you fuck one another. I love being a voyeur and I have only once stood in front of another couple as they fucked. I want to see this cock going deep inside you Abi”.

James was already robbing me of my shirt and his hands were all over my breasts.
“Are you going to wank whilst we fuck?” he asked as he continued to massage my nipples into erections.

“No!” “Stop!” yelled Jill.
“Stop”.

Fear gripped me. My cunt was on fire. If I didn’t cum soon I was going to explode. How could she be okay one minute and suddenly screaming stop the next? What the hell had I done, bringing this erratic woman into our lives?

With her hands on her hips, she glared at the pair of us as we sat side by side; my shirt undone to reveal my transparent bra, his cock not open for all to see but clearly very, very erect.
She stared first at the outline of James’s arousal and then to my vast tits that really needed to get out of the confinements of the bra.

“Let me be your foreplay” she said, and with that she moved her hand over her breasts and with one swift movement, removed her t-shirt to reveal the familiar item that I had seen in the shop a few days before. James urgently pushed my legs apart as she unzipped her jeans. He whipped up my skirt as she climbed out of her trousers and stood in front of us with her hands back on her hips so that we could see this slender beauty in front of us. She slid her hand around her arse, up her waist and over her boobs once more.
James slid his fingers into my cunt and as he did so, she imitated his actions by going down her own panties into her cunt in exactly the same way.
With his other hand, he unzipped his trousers and took out his deeply engorged cock. The sight of his dick and her rubbing was enough for me.

I erupted with the most incredible force and cascaded my juices straight over Jill’s legs before me.
“Fucking hell! Fucking hell!” was all she could say. “What the fuck was that?”
James was bashing away at my cunt knowing that there was more to come and sure enough another spurt of ejaculate rushed out. Jill giggled with astonishment. I don’t think she had seen anything like it. She continued to massage her clitoris, begging us now to fuck hard.
James laid me on the settee as he removed his trousers and pants. He didn’t hesitate and prodded his cock straight into me, hard and dramatically.
At this point, Jill dropped to the floor to continue her wanking. James meanwhile was really fucking me hard, grabbing my tits and watching Jill fuck herself as he did.
I too was watching this incredibly sexual woman, doing herself over. What utter joy in seeing someone else’s sexual arousal. Porn does not even get you near the bliss of seeing that for real.
I flew another huge orgasm all over James’s balls and the settee to the noise of more “fucking amazing’s” from Jill.

Each of us was lost in our own excitement and intertwined in one another’s.
Jill let out a moan that was instantly recognisable as a satisfied response to her own stimulation. As she lay on the floor with orgasmic writhing, she looked on at us some more. Once recovered from her orgasm, she came up closer to see every movement of James’s cock entering into my pussy.

“Want to feel it going in?” he asked.
“Not yet” she said as she knelt once more with her hand in her crotch.
“Keep going”.

It was my turn to shout stop. I was now fully naked as was James and he was really very near to cumming himself. I was dying to touch Jill but she was insistent that she wanted us to fuck. For now, she wanted to watch.
I climbed off the settee and kissed her head in appreciation. I then leant down on my knees parallel to Jill and wanked in time with her.
James held his cock in his hand and the most beautiful of grins on his face.

I dived towards his cock and swallowed him whole. I gagged and spluttered on his juicy one, spilling more sexual pleasure on the carpet below me.
“I want to suck you to moisture” I screamed as I bobbed in front of him almost biting his helmet such was the force of my arousal.
Jill encouraged me with every motion, willing me to make him cum. I held his balls in one hand, squeezing tightly as I ran my other hand up and down his shaft. Jill stopped wanking and lifted herself onto the settee to kiss James behind his ears. It was such a beautiful thing to do. She whispered into them, encouraging him to release and spunk into my awaiting mouth.
Which he did emphatically.

We all crashed out. Jill flopped on the settee, still clad in her underwear. James rocked his head back and I flopped mine on his left thigh.
We remained that way for several minutes.

The silence was broken by Jill moving across the room to retrieve her jeans. She placed them back on as James leant across to stroke my head. She took her t-shirt from the floor and then swept back towards us. She leant over and kissed James on the mouth and then headed for his right leg so that she could kiss me too.

“And this afternoon” she said “we all fuck. Together”.