I try not to focus on the clock counting down my workout as my feet pound hard against the treadmill. Sweat rolls down my back and into my ass crack at a steady stream. Through the burn in my lungs and muscles my mind remains fixed on what went down in this very gym a month earlier. My first sort of mmf, an unexpected threesome with two men of questionable sexual orientation. Whether gay, bi or curious I was still uncertain. All I knew for sure was that I could not get either of them out of my head.
I power through the last five minutes, my eye continually watching and hoping for one of them to appear. I'd seen Mitch and Ryan in here separately on a handful of occasions and with the exception of a flirtatious wink from Ryan and an uncomfortable blush from Mitch not a word was spoken of our previous encounter. Which frustrated the HELL out of me and my greedy pussy! All I could think about was my first taste of manlove and wanting some of that intensity and lust directed at me. I'd even gone so far as to seek out porn with a bi threesome flare to satisfy the new urges that were aroused in me. Though my hope of taking it further with them was not looking very good at this point.
Twenty five minutes later, hair still damp from a quick shower, I walk out to my car, mentally making a list of what to pick up for dinner on my way home. It's a beautifully warm evening and the contrast of my damp skin and hair feels great though I can't help but feel on edge. I really need to get laid. I fumble around in my purse for my keys, trying not to do a mental count of the days gone by since my last romp, when a pair of voices draws my attention. I cock my head in the direction of what sounds like a heated argument and spot two guys on the far side of the parking lot. I almost chalk it up to two meat-heads arguing over who can bench more when something catches my eye. The way the slightly smaller one is leaning close to the taller one has my heart speeding up like a freight train. Immediately a different scene flashes in my mind of the same pose only pressed hard into the change room lockers. It can't be though, can't it?
Abandoning my search for keys, I strain to try and hear something that will confirm what I'm seeing. The two men are shadowed by a large tree and completely engrossed in one another. Figuring a closer look can't hurt, I begin inching my way through the parking lot, grateful I'm in runners instead of heals like last time. When I get to a minivan a few feet away, I stop and listen.
"This is bullshit. One minute you want me...are texting me late at night, dick swollen from how hard I make you and the next stone fucking cold?" Ryan's deep rasp comes across clearly.
"Once! Never again..," Mitch yells, more frustrated than anything.
Jane...you are the luckiest son of a bitch, I think, doing a mental happy dance and practically high-fiving my pussy. The pervy gods are smiling down on you tonight! I step out from behind the van and out into their line of view. "Seriously...can't you two just accept that you're hot for each other and get on it already?"
Ryan is the first to react and he breaks away from Mitch, a giant smirk forming on his scruffy face. "Shit."
Mitch straightens at seeing me and makes a not so subtle move to hide his obvious hardon. "Jane..."
"I'm disappointed boys. For the past few weeks I've been having very erotic fantasies about how much kinky fucking the two of you must be up to...only to find out you're still dancing around each other." I shake my head in exaggerated disappointment.
"Well Jane, I can't seem to convince our friend here that enjoying my cock doesn't make him gay."
I watch the two of their eyes meet and can still feel the electricity between them. My cunt instantly lights up like the fourth of July.
Mitch breaks their gaze and smiles at me apologetically. "I meant to text you after..."
He lets that hang in the air and I arch an eyebrow at him.
"Okay, okay...I might have totally flaked," he says, a genuinely sorry smile on his face.
I can see he's really struggling with this and on a whim I say, "You boys want to go get a beer and some pizza...maybe get to know each other?"
Ryan doesn't hesitate...he's all smiles as he nods. Mitch drags his palm along his jaw and exhales, letting some of the tension release from his frame. "Alright I guess."
We agree on the place and then retreat to our cars. On the drive there I am alive with nervous excitement. I mentally go through a checklist in my head: Shaved...check. Clean panties...well, sort of but getting dirtier by the moment. Breath mints...check. Protection...duh. It takes no time at all and I arrive at the pub just down the street from where I live.
Mitch and I pull up at the same time and I smile at him as we approach the front entrance together. He's dressed nice and freshly showered and I realized how close I came to missing these two at the gym tonight.
"I'm glad you didn't get cold feet on the five minute drive over," I tease, putting my keys away in my purse.
"You are trouble," he teases back. "I probably should be running for the hills."
We both laugh and head inside, grabbing a booth in the back. Being a Tuesday night the place is practically empty and I'm thankful for the privacy. We order a pitcher of beer and a large pizza as Ryan arrives and smoothly slides into the round booth beside me.
We sit in silence for a minutes before Ryan reaches for the bowl of peanuts and cracks one loudly. "So...is this like a first date?"
We all laugh as the tension eases.
"In a kinky way I suppose it is," I say honestly.
"Is this the kinkiest thing you've ever...um...done Jane?" Mitch asks the table, avoiding my eyes.
I look at Ryan and nod. "You two are definitely at the top of my kinky scale. You've spoiled me for life, " I say cracking a smile.
At that Mitch looks up. "So this thing," he nods awkwardly at Ryan, "really turns you on?"
I don't miss a beat. "Hottest. Thing. Ever. I've actually been into manlove for a while...you know, books and stuff. But stumbling on you two and watching it unfold live will likely be the high point of my entire sex life."
"Not if I have anything to do about it," Ryan lets that hang in the air, eyes locked on Mitch.
I squeeze my legs together at the electric charge that goes between them and a not so quiet moan escapes my lips just in time for the waitress to arrive with our beers.
Jumping in to action, Mitch takes it upon himself to pour us all a beer, blushing profusely as he does.
The waitress eyes us curiously in the silence that follows and says, "Pizza should be up soon!"
I smile up at her and take a large sip of my beer. "Yum."
As she scurries off the three of of laugh and I am thrilled at how comfortable I feel with them. "Seriously though...you guys have some crazy chemistry between you."
