The Making of a Threesome: Part Two

The Making of a Threesome: Part Two

I rolled over in bed, opened my legs and pulled his fingers towards my cunt. He foraged through my pubes and pressed hard on my clitoris, whilst manipulating himself into my pussy.
He raised his hand to my cheek and kissed me as an almighty surge of excitement passed through my stimulated body.

“And then what happened?” he asked.
“I told you. She laughed. She looked at me in disbelief and said that she was impressed at our openness but disbelieving of the fact that I could be remotely comfortable with watching you having sex with her.”
“And how would you feel, watching me put my fingers into her cunt? How would you cope with me shagging her? How would you like it to see another woman responding to my cock inside her? How would you feel knowing that my cock was aroused and ready to fuck another?”
I responded instinctively by soaking his cock with a huge rush of ejaculation and an enormous pussy erection that nearly pushed his cock clean out of my juicy one.
He grabbed hold of my butt and drove harder inside me in response to this complete and affirmative response.

“So what happens now?” he asked.
“We don’t fuck it up!” I said. “We take this carefully and slowly. I am meeting Jill on Wednesday to do some more catching up and also discussing the possibility of you looking at her in the bra and panties that she bought the other day. I will suggest that she dresses in them and walks in here wearing them, that you will take some photos of her and that you might suggest that she puts her hands down her panties, or removes one of her tits from the bra cup. I will tell her that she must respond as she feels fit, as her instinct directs her, that this is the way!”
“And what will you be doing?” he wondered.
“In a way, that is up to her, and you. I know that you are fine about me watching you fuck another woman but I’m not sure how she would feel. Also, if you really felt you wanted to be on your own with her, then I would accept that too. Obviously my preference is to be in the room when all of this is taking place. I enjoy my voyeurism and I could be merrily wanking away at the same time. You and I can fuck one another any time before, during and after your time with Jill.”

He seemed content with the response and continued to fuck me with that glorious juxtaposition of determined force and sensuality, cumming in a great force of energy that erupted spunk all over my cervix. Clearly, he was stimulated by the ideas that I had put before him.

We talked and planned some more and I left his bed reluctantly. We could have fucked all night, so turned on were we both by the prospect of sharing our sexuality with another.
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Wednesday arrived and I was on slight tenterhooks all day. The excitement of meeting up with Jill and the potential of this sexual action between James and her was keeping my organs well and truly moving all day. By the time the evening came, I had to change my panties as the thoughts that had been circulating all day had made their mark down below.

I drove down the side lane and arrived at the ford by the river a good ten minutes early.
I looked around for the familiar car and waited.
I raised my skirt and inserted a finger to see what was happening. I was so engorged, it hardly had room inside me but as I did so, the gluey lubricant stuck quickly to my fingers.
It tasted incredibly sweet.

Jill arrived in a new car that I did not recognise. I watched her as she walked towards the pub, looking so beautiful in her long summer dress and flip flops.
Good, I thought. She’s dressed for the occasion. You never know. This evening could take the desired turn.

I got out of the car, smiled at the view of this very English setting and circled my eyes around to see the various pathways that could accommodate our walk later.

Jill warmly embraced me once more. Her eyes definitely focussed on my cleavage as I leaned over the bar to get our drinks.
We talked about the boys, about work, about a book that I had just written, about the interior design she had just finished for some “posh tart with too much money and no creativity” according to Jill. We meandered around politics, around the news of the day and she finally started to mention the man who she intended to strip off for; hers that is, not mine.

He was a man that she had been commissioned to do a design for. He had a fabulous house not far from where we were and he had wanted his entire ground floor re-worked. She explained that he had floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the river about a mile and a half downstream, and that she had shaped this subtle veil over the shutters to feminise the effect of what was a bachelor pad extraordinaire.
I was interested but was desperate to get onto the task in hand. I was waiting. He was waiting. We needed a response.
But I wasn’t going to rush it. We had an opportunity that both of us, all of us could really enjoy. This had to be handled with sensitivity.

“No look, Abi. There’s something I have to tell you”.
Disappointment spread across my face. I felt certain that she was going to reject my suggestion of James taking photographs of her in the hope that she would strip off and fuck him.
“I have to tell you that I am most concerned about you. Do you really want to be with a man who wants to fuck other women?”
“Yes!” I said. “I want him to be sexual. I love his sexuality. I adore sharing porn with him. We love looking at tits and cunts and cocks going deep into satisfied, horny women”.

I was suddenly conscious that I had gone too far. I had overstepped the mark a little and Jill’s wide open eyes were alarming me.
“You look at porn together?” she asked. “You like looking at women?”
How was I going to pull this one back without giving too much away?
“I like sharing his sexuality. If he likes looking at nubile women and it turns him on, then I am only to pleased that he feels he can share that with me. How many people do you know who are under the assumption that their partner’s do not look at porn? How many people do you know who are in committed relationships where they can share the fact that they look at porn let alone share the actual porn?”

My stance was verging on the defensive. She smiled. In fact she did more than that. She threw her head back in a guffaw just as I had seen her do on the weekend in the shop with the bra and panties.
She picked up her glass of wine, finished the dregs and plonked it on the table.
“Come on. Let’s walk and talk” she said. “I still have something to tell you and I would rather do it outside”.

I walked with her and we followed the path around to the right as I had hoped. This pathway was quieter. A man walked by with his dog but other than that it was pretty deserted.
Once we were completely alone, Jill asked me to come and sit down just a short distance from the track.
I followed her with a seriously, almost painfully swollen cunt.
Keep calm, keep calm.

“I have to tell you that I have just come out of a long term relationship” she said. “I have to tell you that it was the most sensational relationship and it was with a younger woman”
I wanted to kiss her there and then but I couldn’t just jump on her unexpectedly. So I contained my excitedness and asked her about the bra and panties. Were they really for the bloke with the floor to ceiling windows or was there another woman in her life?

“No, I really want to fuck that man. I love cock as much as I love cunt and I haven’t had penetrative sex for ages”.
I leant over and hugged her, dropping my hand to her thigh after we had embraced.
“Then come and meet James” I said. “Come and meet him and if you feel comfortable and if the conversation veers that way, then you could have a practice run of showing off your lingerie for him. It would be fun!”
“But what do you get out of it Abi?”
I left my hand on her thigh as she moved her leg ever so slightly ajar from the other one.
“I get to know that my man is enjoying himself. I get to see my friend getting sexually excited”
“And you’d be there as well whilst I paraded my bits in front of your man?”
“That is up to you Jill. If you feel comfortable with me being there, then yes. Otherwise, I will be in the house or if that is too much for you, then I will disappear for a while whilst you and James have your fun”.

A pause, when neither of us moved, when both of us glanced at one another searching for the truth behind one another’s eyes.
“I want you there” she said. “I want you there if you can genuinely tell me that you would be okay about me flaunting myself so outrageously. I want you there to tell me to continue or ask me to stop, assuming of course, that I am remotely attracted to your lover”.
“Of course” was all that I could splutter out.
“I want you there because I would very much like you to be part of it all” she said.

And with that I threw my arms around her once more.
Only this time, I did not withdraw my hug. It remained for a moment too long.
Our cheeks came together slowly as we moved apart and we looked at one another as we kissed.
She let her hand wander down my arm and skirt around the perimeter of my boob. I directed her onwards and she grabbed a handful as she continued to kiss me.
We lay down together in the grass, with our legs intertwined, oblivious and unconcerned about who might see.
She raised her skirt as she fondled my tit and pushed her hand into her thongs to wank away as she touched me. She opened my shirt, removed my tit and leant down to kiss me.

As she did, we heard the rustling of grasses and she shot away, giggling at her naughtiness.
I rebuttoned the shirt slowly. I was not concerned about passing people. If they wanted to see two women enjoying one another, then so be it. But of course, we could possibly get arrested!

We sat up, our hands interlocked, our cunts full of life, in silence.
“What now?” she asked.
“Come to the house tomorrow. I’m not sure I can wait any longer. Come and wear your lingerie for him. He will think that you are doing it just for him. You and I will know that there is more to it. Eventually we can let him know that we both want him to fuck us and we both want to fuck one another, if I am understanding your mood correctly?”
“You are” she said, clutching my hand once more.

“Tomorrow then. Tomorrow. And you are completely sure that you don’t mind him fucking me?”
“I don’t mind at all. I want him to. I want to see the satisfied look on your face when he does, and I want to see you cum, and if you are not that attracted to him, then so be it. You and I can fuck and he can joyously watch on”.

She got up, offered me a helping hand and we walked back to the cars in quiet contemplation. She smiled gently as she got into hers and drove off in contented silence.

I returned to the car and waited.
I was too excited to drive off.
I just wanted a moment on my own to savour what had just happened.

The door opened.
“And?” I asked.
“Fucking adorable baby. Fucking adorable tit sucking photo that I can wank off to tonight right after I have filled you with my spunk. Look at the state of my cock”.

I unzipped his trousers, felt the extent of his hard on, whilst simultaneously opening the door for the dog to jump into the back seat.
We drove off with his hand on my inner thigh and my pussy still dripping.