This is the third part of the continuing story of Amanda and Jason's relationship. For an understanding of how they arrived at this point please read "A Weekend Seduction" and "Three-month Anniversary".
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Dianne and I sat at either ends of the sofa, each sipping a large glass of chilled Chardonnay, talking and laughing over the events of the day. We'd just returned from a long, but fun, afternoon at the Galleria, one of Houston's upscale malls, where we'd each tried on numerous outfits in a search of that "just right" sexy, but classy, look. Ultimately our search had yielded lots of purchases for us both, including some very sexy lingerie that we hoped to put to good use with our partners soon.
My name's Amanda and I've known Dianne for nearly twelve years, more or less since I started teaching math at the high school where Dianne already worked, teaching English. I'm thirty-eight, with a mane of shoulder-length blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a tall, athletic figure which, I'm glad to say, is still able to turns heads on a regular basis. I've been divorced for nearly two years and, like most women, initially had zero interest in becoming involved with another guy. However, about six months ago, I hooked up with Jason, a twenty-six year old colleague, while attending a conference together in Austin. We've been dating ever since and, despite the twelve year age gap, I've found myself seriously falling for him, not least because of his talent and stamina in the bedroom. Each and every time Jason fucks me, and he does that often, I have multiple toe-curling orgasms before he feeds me his six inch cock and pounds me mercilessly until I cum one more time.
Dianne's a very attractive forty-two year old with a tall, lithe figure and stylishly cut, short black hair that ensures she instantly catches the attention of any male that looks at her for more than a split second. She's married to Bob, a Pastor at one one of our local churches, and her two teenage kids attend the school at which we both teach. She is also Jason's boss, being the Head of English, the department in which Jason teaches his English and Politics classes.
Jason and I have worked hard to keep our blossoming relationship secret from the staff and students at the school and Dianne was one of the few people that I'd let into the secret. Not only are she and I best friends that share almost everything that goes on in our lives but not so long ago we'd also been lovers. Our relationship started just as my marriage was falling apart and she and I were soon meeting on a regular basis to explore the delights of lesbian sex. We had only stopped sharing a bed eight months later when Bob, Dianne's husband, started to remark on just how much time she and I were spending together.
It wasn't much of a surprise then that Dianne started to question me about Jason and our relationship.
"So how are you and Jason these days? Still fucking like rabbits at every opportunity?"
"Oh my God, Dianne! The man is positively insatiable! Although I'm not complaining!" I answered with a laugh. "Thursday night, he had me three times before he was ready to call it a night and go to sleep. I was so sure that everyone at school would notice the difficulty I was having walking yesterday."
"I wish some of his energy would rub off on Bob. It seems like forever since I've had a good fucking from him," she said rather wistfully. "I've tried everything to entice him but nothing seems to be working. He always seems more interested in whatever project he's working on on his computer than in seeing to my needs."
"I'm so sorry Dianne. I know just how difficult it is when you're locked in a relationship that doesn't provide regular sex."
I had experienced exactly this situation when my relationship with Steve, my ex-husband, was beginning to crumble. Somehow we had drifted apart and at one point hadn't had sex together for four months. I was making good use of my vibrator collection but it still wasn't the same as having a hard cock in my pussy on a regular basis. The lack of regular sex from Steve was one of the things that made it so easy for Dianne and I to sleep together at the time.
Dianne looked at me lasciviously. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to share Jason? Can you imagine the three of us together in one bed! It would be so erotic!"
I was astonished at her suggestion. "Are you seriously suggesting that we have a threesome?"
"Why not?" she replied nonchalantly. "You know that it is every guy's fantasy to fuck two women at once. And you and I are always hot when we are together! It would be amazing!"
Laughing a little, I said "I do have to admit that the thought of it is rather hot! And I have been wondering over the past few weeks how I might reveal my bi side to Jason. I feel like we have reached a stage in our relationship where I have to let him know about that side of me."
"So just ask him, Amanda! How would he feel about an opportunity to fuck us both together? I really doubt that he will say no!"
"Well I know that he finds you hot. Every now and then he'll mention how good you looked at school that day! I've teased him about it and he's admitted that if he wasn't seeing me you'd be next on his list. Let me think about it for a bit."
I spent the next few days thinking about how I might raise the idea of a threesome with Jason. Eventually I decided that the best time to bring it up would be when we were snuggling in bed together, enjoying the warmth that great sex delivers. So I'd cook him a nice meal, allow him to fuck my brains out and then pose the idea of the threesome to him.
I texted Dianne with my plan and almost immediately received an enthusiastic response from her.
"Oh my God, I'm so excited Amanda! I can't wait to hear how he responds! Oh, and I also want to hear what you guys did before having the conversation! Call me Sunday as soon as you can!"
Saturday night arrived quickly and after enjoying a delicious plate of seared scallops, Jason and I were sitting at the table finishing dessert. I had made lemon cheesecake and I could see by the way that he was devouring it that he had no complaints.
"This cheesecake is delicious, babe. You are just as talented in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom!"
I blushed. "Thank you, Jason. I love cooking for you. Not as much as I love being yours in the bedroom, but I do love it."
