The threesome gets going.
Setting it up took some time, as finding a date and time where all three parties were available with no fixed time limit was difficult. Establishing both parties' feelings and linking those to mine wasn't easy and confirming what was likely to happen, though there was no strong commitment, was a delicate issue. But then I was pretty sure that the final outcome would be worth all the time, effort, emails and telephone calls. Yes, setting up a threesome where my aging boyfriend, James would make love to my burgeoning bi lover Gretta and me proved to be quite some task.
One problem to overcome was that they hadn't met each other, so we agreed that James would attend a group shoot at Max's studio where Gretta and I were due to pose individually. If they were both happy with the initial appearances then we'd have a few drinks and dinner following which, if that went well, we'd go to James' house where, as it were, the deed would be done! And that might well be an all-night deed.
I was so pleased that the shoot, the drinks and dinner, ironically or significantly perhaps, at the Park Plaza, the hotel where Gretta and I had first made love, went well. So, by just after eight we were sitting either side of James in a cab on the way to his house. First part of the job done, I was thinking, wondering whether his and Gretta's legs were doing similar things to what his and mine were!
After the smouldering looks during the shoot, the intense stares and mild flirting as we had drinks, the heavier mood, laden with sexual undertones at dinner and the God only knows what in the cab, the atmosphere changed once we got into the house. Things got awkward and none of us appeared to know what to do or even what to say. I realised that starting a three-way sex session took more than mere intent and lust. But what?
After we'd been in the house half hour or so, we were sitting in the conservatory drinking wine. I knew something had to be done, and neither of them were likely to do anything so it had to be me. Finishing my wine and taking a deep breath I suddenly blurted out, "So, are we going to do this threesome with our clothes on, or what?" That made them both laugh, so I ploughed on with, "and as this is my favourite room in the house, how about doing it right here?"
"Can anyone see in?" Gretta asked.
"Regrettably no, or we don't think so," I told her smiling and adding, "Not had any complaints, have you, James?"
"Not one. But I don't think people walk past it - at least I've not seen any," he said, as I got up and, walking over to where he was sitting, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the mouth. His hand immediately found my hip which he rubbed and then squeezed as I licked my tongue around his lips before breaking the kiss.
"Mmmmm, nice darling," I smiled, walking over to Gretta and saying, "Welcome to James's house baby."
"Thanks love," she replied, standing up, pulling me into her arms and kissing me. I pushed myself against her, enjoying her smooth, womanly softness and feminine smell as our lips and tongues met and toyed.
Breaking the kiss, I called out to James, "Come and welcome Gretta properly, James."
He walked over to us and I sort-of passed Gretta over to him. She slid seemingly effortlessly into his arms as they went around her, pulling her body against his. As they kissed, rather tentatively at first, I wondered if he had an erection. I moved up behind her and, lifting her hair, which hung down to just past her shoulders, I kissed her neck and stroked both of her hips. Pressing myself against her back and squashing my breasts against her shoulder blades, I ran my hands upwards and fondled the sides of her breasts through her thin top. As they kept kissing, so James got into the swing of things by fumbling his hands onto my boobs and squeezing them.
The threesome was getting underway, and I was probably responding to a number of James's unanswered questions that he'd posed several times. It accelerated when out of the blue he said, "What about your question Jayne?"
"Which question?" I retorted.
"About a threesome with clothes on or what?"
"Or off?" Gretta said with a giggle, adding, "Shall we undress then?"
I could hardly believe it, but was pleased that she had said that, and without delay I shrugged the smart track top type thingy I was wearing off, and threw it onto a chair. James started unbuttoning his shirt and Gretta, surprisingly I thought, because I would always remove my top first, slid down the zip on her jeans, pushed them down and stepped out of them so she stood before us, barefoot, wearing a tiny black thong. Looking from him to me and then back again, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and laid it alongside my track top on the chair. I was thinking in a boring, old-fashioned way that she was rather naughty, as she was not wearing a matching bra but a white diaphanous one cut so acutely across each breast that not all of each areola was covered. Being see through, both those and her swollen, obviously hard nipples were on clear view and they looked lovely.
James was removing his white dress shirt, which was his pretty much standard uniform with blue or beige chinos, while both of them stared meaningfully at me. Looking at my lesbian, well bi, lover standing there in just her underwear and my boyfriend bare chested, I felt a combination of emotions; some embarrassment, intrigue at what we were doing, wonderment that I could be doing this and excitement and arousal. That was heightened when Gretta said, smiling, "Come on Jayne, get your kit off."
With a calmness I didn't know I possessed, I lifted the white singlet up, over my head and off, and let it join my track top and Gretta's blouse on the chair. As well as enjoying James's lustful gaze at my breasts that were pushed together, lifted up and enlarged by the slightly too-small, rather plain looking white bra, I was thrilled at how intensely Gretta was looking at them.
"Carry on love," James said, grinning as he pushed his trousers down and showed us the reality of the bulge that both of us had been aware of since the kiss with Gretta, showing that the Cialis, or us, or combination had worked. He was strikingly, fully erect with his shapely cock rearing all the way up his flat stomach to just about nudge his navel inside the CK's I had recently bought him. I thought he looked stunning although, as he was still wearing his black socks, that slightly marred the image! Realising that, he quickly removed them, making both of us smile as he almost fell over.
Gretta and I looked at each other for a moment or two before almost in unison we reached behind our backs and undid our bra clasps. Then, avoiding the other's gaze we eased the cups away from our breasts and both of us looked towards James, whose gaze alternated from my C cup slightly sagging boobs to Gretta's beautifully pert Bs.
Gretta was now just in her black thong, and I was in my very tight blue with small pink markings yoga pants. Again, we looked at each other as James looked at us, grinned and said, "Well ladies?"
Of course, we both knew instinctively what he meant, but oddly I certainly, and I suspected Gretta as well, were not as confident as we were when posing for work. I felt strange and nowhere near at ease as when I was being shot by a punter. I couldn't understand why this was, as we were doing what I wanted, with who I wanted, so why the reticence? I was pretty sure Gretta was feeling the same as we both looked at James, then at each other, smiled and nodded. Almost in unison our hands went to our respective waist bands. Gretta slid her panties down her thighs very easily but mine being a tighter and longer garment meant I had more of a struggle. I wriggled the ankle length yoga tights downwards, suddenly remembering that I wore nothing under them. That was recognised by both of them as the yogas slid past my pubic mound and they both saw its shaven baldness.
"Jayne!" Gretta said in pretend shocked tone, giggling.
"Wow Jay, I never knew you didn't wear anything under them," James muttered, quite exciting me as he stared at my near nudity.
"Ah well, just another of my little secrets," I responded as I pushed them all the way down to around my ankles, kicked my heels off and stepped out of them, now naked.
I looked at Gretta as she rather elegantly raised one foot behind her with her panties dangling from it and pulled them off. I saw that she had shaped her hairs into a thin two by four inches strip that looked very sexy.
Out of the corner of my eye I'd seen James getting in on the act by sliding his CKs off so that we were all now naked. Again, there was a rather embarrassing few moments as we waited for someone to say or do something and quite rightly James provided that by suggesting that we go upstairs. That was also slightly little awkward and embarrassing. The stairs were not very wide, so Gretta and I had to disentangle our arms. I was half alongside and half behind her, with my face about level with her bottom and James behind both of us. We struggled and giggled our way up the stairs and, to my surprise, James directed us to the main bedroom where he used to sleep with his wife and which was now, when I was there, 'our bedroom.'
Naked, standing looking at the bed, there was another of those awkward moments as none of us seemed to know what to do until James again took over and showing good leadership said, "Ok let's get on the bed, shall we?" We both muttered our agreement as he went on, "I'll go in the middle."
It really was an amazing and quite surreal situation to be climbing onto his king-size bed with both my male and female lovers. I still hadn't worked out in my mind just what would happen, although Gretta's words about wanting to make love to James with me watching kept buzzing around my mind. Although rather ridiculously, I had been embarrassed and rather nervous when we were undressing I still felt like that. That was crazy really as I had been naked with both of them, individually and together before and, indeed, this was our second threesome. Sex is so difficult to get your head around sometimes.
Alao, I couldn't quite work out what was the main driving force of this. I was slowly admitting to myself that it was not just because James and I, and he and Gretta, and Gretta and I were going to have sex, it was mainly because the three of us were going to - but again I couldn't help wondering how that would be? I had no idea really how three people could have sex together. And my recall of last time was distorted due to the extremely aroused state I was in throughout that first threesome.
