I knew from the moment they met that there was some chemistry between my old friend and my girl. It wasn't that I felt in any way threatened by this, it was just hard not to notice; Sometimes people just connect instantly like that. What I took from the way they interacted however, was that under different circumstances, they would be very likely to end up going home together. I imagined this chance meeting taking place at a bar or concert, most likely out with friends.
They just looked compatible - sexually - and while I felt some sense of safety in the back of my head that they would never make a cute couple or anything, I was kind of surprised how okay I was with the energy I knew they felt too.
He's a pretty good guy and I knew he would be the last person to ever try anything behind my back. She is, of course, very loyal, but I knew she had her desires; her fantasies. The real danger was that I was so turned on by the idea of fulfilling her desires; so ready to say 'yes' to anything that would lead to her pleasure. I knew it would get me into trouble some day, but part of me wanted it.
They flirted - not as if I wasn't there, more feeling each other out - and I watched with a smile on my face as I saw the connection form. I knew he had a reputation. Not in a sleazy or chauvinistic way, more so that I knew from some girls that he knew how to please them. He was good at what he did and had an air of confidence about him. I know how to please my girl, but at the same time, 'variety is the spice of life', I thought. We had a lot of fun that night, the three of us running around town, laughing, acting like young, careless kids. The bond forming between them was part friendship, part sexual tension. There was an unspoken intensity between them and when we finally parted with my friend, I wasted not time in delving into her thoughts on the night and, more importantly, him.
"He seems like a really good guy" was the first response I got. Fair enough. I agreed and we continued to discuss it. The look on her face said 'I know what you want to hear... and I'm not going to tell you.' but I knew.
Months passed, things were as wonderful as ever between us, in and out of the bedroom. I had talked to my friend a handful of times, but he rarely mentioned her. How could he not find her attractive? Was she his type? I don't know. What I did know, is that most men find her attractive. They want her, for a night, forever... they like what they see. With most men, it's not a thought I entertain, nor is it for her. They're typical, they're desperate, they're pathetic.
Every once in a while, the topic of a threesome would come up. It's a hard subject to come to a consensus on, because there are so many details to think about. So many things that come down to ideal conditions that it's hard to see as realistic. "It would just have to happen" she said. "Yeah. It would have to feel natural." I agreed.
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"Remember that guy who visited, my friend...?" I said to her one night, as our bodies cooled from the intense sex we'd just had. "Hmm... which one?" she cuddle up against my body. "The one you got on really well with. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was a lot of fun."
"Right. Do you think... you might find him a lot of fun... ya know..." I hesitated, hoping she'd pick up the hint.
"What?"
"Ya know. In bed?"
"Like, do I think he seems like he'd be good in bed?"
"No, I mean... I know for a fact he's good in bed. Well, I've heard. From reliable sources." I smiled.
"Oh really..." she grinned.
"That's not what I meant though. I... was thinking more like... for a threesome." I gulped, awaiting the response.
"Hmmmm..." she pondered, seemingly considering it for a moment.
"You don't think that would be weird? I mean, you guys are kind of like, old friends, right?"
"Well, I mean we've known each other for a while. I'm not really like, that close to him, we never really spent all that much time together, but we usually have a good time."
"Right."
"So, no, I mean.... what got me about that night, and I know it was a while back, but- I just felt like you two really clicked. You got along well. There was definitely something more to it though..."
"Oh yeah?"
"You don't think so?"
"Maybe."
I laughed. "Well, okay, what I'm saying is... I think you guys had a lot of sexual chemistry. There was a lot of sexual tension. I saw you lean toward him almost-" I paused.
"Almost what?"
"Like you wanted him to... touch you. Feel you. Want you."
"Oooo! naughty boy. You want that, don't you."
"It's kind of getting me hard right now. Not gonna lie."
She felt my crotch, grinning. "Well, well, well."
She slid down my body, finding the waistband on my boxer shorts. She slunk down further, pulling them with her, my erect cock popping out, standing at attention.
She held it with one hand, licking the tip with her tongue, flicking it gently. Her lips slipped around it and I felt the warmth of her mouth taking me in. She gently pumped the shaft from the base as she sucked and I leaned my head back against the pillow, smiling at her as she demonstrated one of her many, many talents.
Her head popped up, a grin on her face. "You want me to do this to him?" she smirked, biting her lip. Her head moved back down again, my cock disappearing entirely into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat and let out a gasp. Still with me inside of her mouth, she let out a knowing moan.
"That's a yes." she said as I slid back out of her mouth, every inch of my cock glistening from her saliva. She licked her lips "So what have you heard about him?"
She went back to sucking. Licking. Slurping. I loved it when she was sloppy about sucking on my penis - spit dripping everywhere, the sound of her puckered lips popping off the tip before sliding back down. The sound of her gasping as she came up from gently pumping the tip into the back of her throat.
"I heard he's-" I paused to catch my breath "the perfect size. Plenty of stamina. Stays hard, you know, like he can go all night kind of thing."
"Mmmm!" she moaned. "You're pretty perfect too, mister."
"Well then I guess you'll like him too." I giggled.
Her hand moved around my hips and thighs, clenching my skin as if clinging to me, begging for my cum. She was hungry for it.
"They all said he just... hits the spot" I said, breathing a deep sigh.
"Yeah? You want to see him hit my spot?" the grin on her face showing no signs of disappearing.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?" she continued to suck.
"I want to see him..." I couldn't help but pause to moan.
"Disappear into me?" she tugged on my cock as I felt like I was getting closer. "Into my pussy?"
"Yeah."
"Mmmm, yeah."
"I want to see you on your knees, your ass up in the air."
Her eyes looked up at me as she sucked the tip, teasing me. The feeling was so intense.
"And-" I continued to moan "I want to see him..." nearing climax.
She moaned, coaxing me into what I wanted to say. The words were on the tip of my tongue.
"I want to watch him mount you. Give it to you really good."
She giggled. "Naughty boy."
"I want to watch him pump you, grasping your hips; I want him to fuck you really hard, until you... until you moan and cum all over his bare cock."
"Mmmm, baby!" her head popped up, she knew I was close.
"Yeah. I want him to pump until he- mmmm! - fills you up. Until it's too intense. I want you to enjoy him over and over. Over and over!"
With that, shockwaves were sent through my hips, down my thighs, up my torso and I felt my cum fill her mouth. She swallowed and licked the shaft. She sucked on the tip a little as I tried to pull away, still shaking.
"Wow, that was a lot." she said.
"That was really hot, baby." I smiled, totally satisfied.
