"No WAY!" Amanda exclaimed. "With who?"
"The first time was with a girl we picked up in a bar," Marge said. "The second time it was a woman I was friendly with in yoga class."
"And he, you know, did stuff with you and them?"
"That's the idea behind a three-way isn't it? It was fun. It wasn't like he was cheating because I was right there. We talked about it a bit beforehand. I'm telling you, it was pretty damn fun."
Amanda stared open mouthed across the centerpiece of the restaurant table at her friend. They met often and gossiped and talked about relationships and work and clothes and, sometimes, sex. Amanda had revealed that it seemed like her boyfriend, Andy, predominantly liked to watch three-way porn. Marge revealed back that she had a couple three-way experiences with one of her boyfriends a while back.
"And would you, um, do stuff with the girl?"
"Yeah, but nothing heavy. It was more about him. He was the center of attention. Grab a boob, a little kissing, a little fingering. The yoga chick did go down on me for a bit. I didn't hate it, but..." she trailed off.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you. No wonder you've had so many boyfriends."
The restaurant was crowded and there were people sitting at tables near enough that if they paid attention, they could catch the drift of the conversation between Amanda and Marge, but Amanda had become so enthralled that she didn't care, and her voice rose with her incredulity.
"Cheated on me. Loved his car more than me. Loved TV more than me," Marge was counting on her fingers as she listed the reasons for her breakups. "Loved the couch more than me. Had a really weird and close relationship with his mom. Christ, Homer," -Amanda snickered at the mention of Homer-"lasted longer than all of them put together. If anything the crazy sex stuff kept us going longer than the relationship should have lasted. That one ended because he wanted to have kids and I wasn't ready."
"Kids? I thought you said he wanted a dog."
"Well it was a dog, but I knew where that was going: first a dog, then a kid. I could have put him off longer, but he had to actually go and buy a dog. Stupid little purse dog. I wonder what ever happened to that little shit."
"Wow, Marge, that is something. I had no idea. Still, I don't know if I could convince Andy to do something like that. I mean I did all the girl make out stuff you're required to do in college when I was drunk and stuff, but that's as far as it went." Amanda paused for a moment. "She went down on you? How was that?"
"It didn't suck AT ALL. I wouldn't go out looking for a dyke to dive into my muff because I really like the boy parts, but in that particular case, I had the boy toy to play with too." Marge signaled for another round of margaritas and pantomimed drinking a shot to their waiter across the room.
"What about Tom," Angela asked, "do you guys do anything like that now?"
Tom and Marge had been living together for a year or so. He was tall and handsome, just the way Marge liked her men. Plus he had fashion sense and managed their money well. It had become "their" money after they moved in together without too much discussion. As long as Marge had enough for a very minor shopping spree once in a while and drinks whenever she wanted, Tom could do whatever he wanted with her money. He paid attention to Marge like no other boyfriend of hers Amanda had met, but Marge always acted like she was the mature one, then one carrying the relationship.
"Tom? Oh hell no. I feel like I'm holding on to that man-sized cock with a boy-brain by a thread. If I uncorked that bottle, I don't think I'd be able to put it back in until there was nothing left. Although..." She trailed off.
"What?" Amanda asked. Marge was openly appraising her with a smirk on her face.
"Tom is pretty fond of your tits. He hasn't said anything directly, but sometimes he mentions how nice you look, usually after we've been at the beach or you have some slutty tank top on or something. I always catch him staring. He thinks he's getting away with it."
Amanda blushed. More so because she knew Tom stared at her boobs all the time and didn't try to discourage him.
The drinks came and Marge went right for the shot of tequila, downing it without ceremony or routine. Amanda did the same but couldn't help making a face when she did.
"I think we should gang up on Andy," Marge said as she slammed her shot glass on the table. "He's cute, he TOTALLY loves you, I think he likes me OK and I think he's great. We all get along, so it would be a blast. Man, he would love you so hard."
"No way," Amanda was incredulous. "Really? You think so? I mean, how...What would...I couldn't...Really?"
"He's giving you a signal with all the three-way porn. Let me ask you, is it usually guy-guy-girl or girl-girl-guy?"
"I don't know, I suppose it's both, but maybe just a little more of the girl-girl-guy stuff." Amanda answered.
She was blown away that they were even having this discussion. Her sex life with Andy was great. They had been together for almost 5 years and still had pretty good sex at least once a week. They had spontaneous sex sometimes, and they both got off on watching porn as foreplay. But actually bringing another girl into the picture, or another guy? She hadn't thought of it as something that could really happen to her or anyone she knew, but if she was honest, when they would watch the movies, she didn't have too much trouble fantasizing about her being in one of those scenes. She had wondered what it must feel like for those women who are getting attention from two men at once.
On top of that, she and Marge had been friends for years, since just after college when the wild times were fueled by money earned at grown up jobs. Although they had slept in the same bed so many times Amanda couldn't count, she had never thought of her friend as a potential sexual playmate. She was almost certain that Andy had probably fantasized about Marge and her ample tits and shapely, firm ass. She didn't slight him for it. She couldn't believe she was even letting these thoughts roll around in her head.
"Ahhhh, you're thinking about it!" Marge said as she pointed a finger at Amanda. "It should be easy. You just tell him 'hey Andy, I'm going to bring a friend over to come in our bed with us and you can do stuff to both of us and we'll both do stuff to you. OK?' What's he going to say?"
"That I must be crazy."
"You're crazy if you think that. He'll act like he's just doing it because you suggested it, but he'll have a hard on before you get done telling him what's up." Marge took a long pull from her cold drink. "Ah, shit. Ice cream headache." Her face scrunched and she rubbed her temples vigorously.
"I still don't know. I'd like to think I'm the girl that could do that and be that free and fun, but...I just don't know. Like how do I work out the logistics and get everyone together and make sure he isn't upset. What if he likes you more than me when we're done?" Amanda's words were rushing out. She was, admittedly a little excited and was kind of getting a rush from talking about the taboo topic. But she still had her serious reservations.
"I can help you with some of it. After all, I am a BIT experienced. Tom is going out of town this weekend. How about if you tell Andy boy that I don't want to be alone and am gonna stay with you guys? I'll parade around as much as I can in something sexy, you can drop hints or talk to him directly, whatever. Should be like putting your size 5 foot in my size 7 shoe: easy! As far as that last bit, of course he's gonna like me more than you afterwards. I'm really good in the sack, beautiful, charming and a great cook."
"Great cook. That's a good one. You open boxes and cans with the best." Amanda's resolve had weakened considerably, considering that she hadn't brought up Andy's porn viewing habits as a way of lubing Marge up to join him and Amanda in bed. But since Marge told her about her experiences with Homer, Amanda's curiosity was piqued. "I suppose if you came over while Tom was gone, we could take it from there and see how it goes. In fact, what about Tom? Wouldn't he be upset if he found out?"
"Yeah, well, we have to make sure he doesn't find out," Marge said with grin. "BUT, if he does, you might have to help me make it up to him, you know."
"Wait a minute, you mean you want me have sex with you and Tom? How did we get here? All I did was mention that Andy is into three-way pornos. What was I thinking? Maybe..."
Before she could finish, Marge cut her off, "Oh don't ball up your panties. I was kind of joking. But you for sure have to mention it in the ground rules. Trust me, after you give this wonderful gift to your loving Andy," she said with a sarcastic tone, "he'll be OK if you have to do a little payback. I'll bet he'll even want to come and watch or something."
They went back and forth about the topic for a few more drinks and then all of a sudden Amanda was heading home with the skeleton of a plan to get her long-time boyfriend into a three-way with her and one of her oldest friends, a plan that started with Marge spending the weekend with them. And, truth be told, she was more than a little horny as she drunkenly walked up the steps to their apartment. She really hoped that Andy was home, awake and in the mood.
It turned out that he was all three of those things, and Amanda took advantage. She barely gave him time to put down the bowl of mac and cheese he was eating before she was on top of him and pulling her shirt off and kissing him passionately, ignoring the artificial flavors on his tongue. Even though he was surprised, he rose to the challenge and responded just the way she wanted, the way she needed.
The booze and the randy conversation with Marge combined to embolden her and she found herself more vocal than usual, which Andy summed up when he said "you're sure bossy tonight."
Amanda was caught short when his comment shined a light on her behavior, but she didn't care. "Do you hate it?" She asked coyly as she cupped one of his favorite parts in her soft hand.
"Not at all. It's fun," he replied with a hitch in his voice.
"Fun. That's good. How about we step it up a notch and you put in a movie?"
