My name is Robert. I want to tell you about something that I've dreamed of for a long time and only just came true.
I'd been waiting a long time for that night. I had first opened up a dialogue with my wife about bringing another woman into the bedroom in the first year of our marriage. It's always been a very intense fantasy of mine, especially since I had a hot and horny friend, Morgan, who seemed just as eager to be our third.
It took awhile for the wife to come around to the idea. She agreed to it immediately, but I still had time to wait for her to be ready to "share" me.
Morgan and I have known each other for years, since High School. We had dated off and on for awhile before finally settling down to being just friends. Even as friends, and later fuck buddies, then back to friends again, I still drooled over her.
Slim, probably not more than 5'6", she had very long brown hair, brown eyes, and a light complexion. She was somewhat shy, but had a great laugh and smile. She had very nice 36C tits with round, suckable nipples. She had one of those figures that most women would kill for which she sometimes cursed because of all the attention it brought her from horny guys.
But now the wife had agreed. We'd been married for awhile when she finally told me one night after some particularly hot sex that she thought we'd have Morgan over that weekend. To Spend The Night.
I could almost hear the capital letters when she said it. My mind was reeling. I had trouble getting to sleep that night; did she mean it, were my fantasy finally about to come true?
It was. The next day Amanda, my wife, contacted Morgan through email at work...secretly. I was almost afraid to say anything, fearing to jinx the situation with pressure. But the ladies got their heads together, they schemed, they planned, and before I knew it, Saturday was upon us.
We hopped in the car and met at a local steakhouse. Morgan was a total carnivore so we'd decided to treat her and have a "date" before the events kicked off at home. Events which, unbeknownst to me, my gals had already planned out for me.
We chatted nervously over dinner. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife. We chose a table and we all three kind of scooted in together, I in the middle with a different beautiful gal on each side. It was cold that night so Amanda had worn a simple red turtleneck that clung in all the right places and some tight jeans. She had long red hair, blue/grey eyes, a very pale complexion and dimples that could light up a room when she smiled
Though she wore a 36C she was somewhat in denial; she was really closer to a D. They sagged a bit as only nice big tits that aren't fake can; Amanda had more curve to her than most women, but she still made me horny every night when we lay down for bed. Her nipples were a bit big but crinkle down and just beg to be sucked and teased when she's horny and the left one was pierced, which just added to the fun. She, too, kept her pussy shaved, but she did so at my request.
Despite the cold, Morgan dressed to kill, as she often did. She wore a very low-cut black top with loose, flowing sleeves that absolutely rocked her tits. She also wore these tight, black leather pants that I had always been a fan of. These things, combined with her somewhat dark makeup (especially the lips, which she also knew I liked) she looked like an almost-goth flowerchild.
All through dinner we all three flirted with one another. There were lots of meaningful looks, lingering glances, and "accidental" touches. I'd never played footsie with two women at the same time before and found it to be quite a challenge. I'm sure our waiter wandered what kind of people we were, one guy with two women hanging all over him, but did nothing more than give me the occasional jealous look.
But we survived dinner with a minimum amount of embarrassment. There was one moment when, while waiting for our food to arrived, Morgan surreptitiously reached down to rub my cock under the table. Amanda beat her to it and their hands met. They both froze, then laughed. Together they worked me up into quite a boner. We were getting so involved we almost didn't notice the waiter approaching the table. I'm sure he noticed the two ladies both snapping a hand back; jealous look.
Morgan excused herself to the bathroom as we were leaving. Amanda and I stood by the car, chatting while we waited. She asked me if I were excited. I answered with a smile. I leaned in and kissed her, taking her hand and guiding it to the raging cock in my pants. The moan that came through her mouth must have indicated an acceptable answer; she didn't ask again.
We made out for a few moments before we realized Morgan had joined us. We broke apart and laughed, apologizing; she was too shy to say anything and stop us.
"Here, let me make it up to you," Amanda said as she stepped over to her. She pushed Morgan back so she was leaning against the rear of the car, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her.
It was soft, not forceful. Morgan seemed to hesitate for just a moment, then melted against Amanda, kissing her back. Her arms went around Amanda and held her close, their breasts rubbing together. Within a moment their mouths had opened and their tongues had met, dueling silently in the night. Despite the cold I didn't think I'd ever been as hot as I was at that moment.
Amanda broke away from the kiss. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against Morgan's, gazing into her eyes.
"This means a lot to him, you know."
Morgan nodded. "Yeah, I know."
"He's wanted this for a long time."
"He sure has."
"Why don't you go over there and help him realize it's finally happening."
Morgan grinned wickedly and looked over at me. "Sure."
Amanda stepped back and Morgan stood from where she had been leaning. She came to me and almost attacked me; she threw her arms around me and kissed me forcefully, shoving her tongue into my mouth.
I hope she felt I responded appropriately; I met her kiss with passion enough in my own. I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her to me to grind my hardon into her crotch. Amanda had been right; until this moment, it really hadn't sunk in yet that we were really about to do this.
When we finally pried ourselves apart, Amanda was watching. I couldn't help notice her flush and her heavier breathing.
"Come on boys and girls," she said with a lingering once-over of each of us. "Let's go home and go to bed."
We live in a small apartment on the third floor at the back of our building; all the way up the stairs the ladies walked in front of me, arm in arm, both of them practically waving their asses in my face. I couldn't resist and gave each of them at least one healthy slap on the way up.
I lead the way into the apartment. The girls got comfy, sitting on the bed, while I went into the kitchen. Amanda and I had sprung for some champagne to kick off the evening. One to make it at least a little classy, and two because the alcohol would help to loosen us all up...though we didn't really appear to need that after all.
We all sat on the bed sipping at our champagne, chatting lightly and trading hungry glances and lingering looks at various body parts. I'm about 5'6", really long black hair (In a pontytail, that night), average build. I have dark brown eyes, glasses, and a goatee. I won't say my cock is big; about 6 or 7 inches (depending on how hot the wife gets me) but nice and thick.
After the second glass of champagne we were all feeling QUITE loose and put I took the bottle back to the kitchen. I returned to find the girls had decided to get things started; they were making out and feeling each other up when I returned to the room. I stood and watched, my cock coming to full attention in my pants as their tongues dueled and they squeezed and teased each other's tits.
