F4MM DDF was all it said.
I had to parse it out for myself. Yes, a female looking for two males. Didn't remember seeing that before.
Must be a shill.
Of course, I went into fantasy mode and my imagination took over. Maybe there was a chance it was real. I clicked the Heart icon and didn't think much more about it.
Later, I got a reply "I'm looking to have a threesome with two guys, send stats if you are interested."
I'm older so I subtracted a few years and smaller so I added a inch, and clicked Send. Still unconvinced I wasn't sending a note to some Eastern European guy.
"Okay, you're in" was the reply.
I had never had a threesome before. I had imagined what it would be like and it was one of my go-to porn searches but the opportunity had never come up. I mostly imagined two women but the two guy thing was pretty sexy too. There was one detail I needed to clear up.
"Question" I wrote back, "Are me and the other guy going to be on opposite corners of the bed?"
"Nope" was the reply. "It is my fantasy to watch two guys going at it."
"And it's 'The other guy and I'" she added.
I smiled, a shill wouldn't correct my grammar. Then I took a deep breath.
"Let me think about it" I wrote back.
I got a quick response. "Fine, but I've got lots of other guys interested."
I had never done anything like that before. I could not get it out of my fantasy filled head.
I like women. I look at women. I look at their bodies. When they are walking toward me I'm looking at how their jugs jiggle with every step and any hint of their nipples standing out. When they are walking away I'm looking at how their ass jiggles with every step and any hint of their panty lines standing out. If a skirt is swaying, I'm looking at it, especially if it is a breezy day. When they are getting out of a car, when they cross their legs, when they are climbing stairs, when they are bending over, I'm looking to get a millisecond long glimpse of their unmentionables. I undress women with my eyes.
I don't look at men.
I keyed 'bisexual' into a porn search. I found lots of clips but the pro stuff was fake, boring and predictable, the amateur stuff was poorly lit, at bad angles and low resolution. There seemed to be a difference between MMF and MFM but nobody was following it.
As usual, I started obsessing about it, clicking on every clip I could find.
I was getting turned on.
Finally, I screwed up some courage and replied "Let's do this."
"Cool" she replied.
She set something up for two weeks away. I decided I was going to hold off so I got pretty damn horny as the day approached. We were to meet at her apartment, she was going to arrange everything.
We had exchanged a few messages sharing our stories. She was divorced from her first love and didn't have many experiences to draw from when she fantasized. She said that she had started having the experiences she had dreamed about and to add this experience that would live on in her fantasies.
I told how I was separated and was halfhearted searching for a new love but hadn't connected with anyone yet. I told her I had't thought about anything bisexual until I started my recent porn search. It was going to be my first time with another guy.
It was going to be the first time for the other guy too.
I was greeted at her door with a cocktail and a little blue pill. The other guy was already there with a half finished drink. She was wrapped tightly in a towel, just out of the shower. He had showered too and was in a robe. My heart was beating faster with anticipation.
Her place was a one room apartment, a main room with table, chairs and a couch, with a separate bedroom. We exchanged pleasantries.
She handed me a towel and robe and pointed to the bathroom.
I hustled through a shower, dried off, and slipped on the robe.
She was sitting with the guy at a table and motioned for me to join them.
"Can we talk first?" She asked.
"Um, uh, sure." I said as I looked over at the other guy, he had a puzzled look too.
She said she found sexy stories the best way to get herself going. She said erotica turned her on more than any porn she had seen. She wanted to relate an example so we could see what she meant.
She told in exquisite detail the story of a recent lesbian experience. We listened in rapt attention, both of us squirming to hide bulges growing under our robes.
"See?" She said with a smile. "Now you try."
"Okay, I'll go" said the other guy and he related a story of a wild bachelor party, also sparing no detail.
Me and her... sorry... Her and I... no... She and I both squirmed a little and smiled.
I followed with a play-by-play story about a strip poker game from my college days that had turned into an orgy.
"See what I mean?" She asked.
I know I was aroused. The other guy must have been too because we both nodded our agreement.
"Okay, lets do this" she said as she got up from the table, grabbing the belts on our robes, tugging us toward the bedroom, two tents pointing the way.
She pulled us to the side of the bed and we sat down together with her sitting between us. She put a hand on each of our legs, then leaned in to give him a kiss, then me.
Her hands made a slow move up our legs. Then she ever slightly brushed her arms across our bulges. My heart was racing before, now it was really starting to pound. She started rubbing my bulge and then his as she alternated kissing us.
We both had our hands running up the inside of her thigh, stopped by the tightly wrapped towel at the top, then back down her thigh again.
Next she grabbed his hand and pulled it across to my bulge. I surged against the inside of the robe as he played with me.
My turn. I hesitated, took a deep breath, then I reached across and felt the bulge in his robe. It had a little wet spot.