A little fantasy I wrote for my hubby when he first discovered my love of bisex. We walk into the pub and find a circular booth near the back. It's a small, dark-lit place out on the outskirts of town. The other patrons notice us walk in but quickly go back to their conversations and beers. A waitress comes to take our order, without opening the menus we quickly order a pitcher of beer and three glasses.
Smiling nervously at you, your hand finds mine under the table and squeezes it. The beer comes and you pour us both a glass. It's cold and takes the edge off of our nervousness. We both look at the clock, knowing he should be arriving any minute now. I squirm in my seat and you lean over and whisper in my ear, "How's your pussy feelin?" As you ask that, your hand finds the edge of my skirt and begins skimming up my thigh to find my pussy bare and wet. I inhale quickly and you laugh, kissing my cheek.
A shadow falls over the table and we both look up at the man we have invited to join us. He is of average height and weight but has a presence about him; friendly but in a don't mess with me sort of way. He smiles quickly at us and takes a seat beside me. "Sorry I'm a bit late...traffic."
You pour him a beer and slide it across the table to him "No worries man...we just got here ourselves."
Nodding he accepts it and moves his eyes from your gaze to mine, trying to gauge our moods. We have met once before but are all still practically strangers. Picking up his beer, he holds it up in a toast, "To new adventures."
We clink our glasses together and smile in excitement. We begin some idle chatter about our days and relax into our seats, enjoying our beers. During the conversation, I feel him move closer to me, first his thigh grazing mine and then his shoulder. The feeling of having you both so close to me kicks up my heart rate and has me breathing fast as thoughts of the night ahead begin to consume me.
The conversation around me begins to quiet down and I realize that you both have noticed the change in me. I look up to find you both watching me; all three of us sitting fairly close together. Your hand is still resting warmly on my thigh. You give it a squeeze knowing I am feeling overwhelmed to finally be having my fantasy come to life.
I smile back, surprised when your hand begins pulling my thighs apart slightly. Cool air rushes in towards my pussy and I feel bare and exposed. I feel your fingers begin traveling up the inside of my thigh, dragging my skirt up as you go and my stomach clenches when you stop just short of where I want them. I'm staring down at your hand when I see him reach over and place his hand on my other thigh, following your lead and sliding up towards the juncture of my thighs. With both your hands stationery, your fingers burning into my skin a fraction away from my wet flesh, I stop breathing, my whole body focused on the ache that has settled deep inside me.
I look up at you and your eyes are dark with desire, so focused on me and my need. With a quick nod of your head towards him I feel both your fingers brush against the heated skin of my pussy. I'm wet, embarrassingly so and I try and stifle a gasp at the contact but a small whimper escapes me. Your smooth fingers and his rougher ones dip inside and begin rubbing and sliding against one another working in tandem to drive me higher. Lost in the moment, I moan, pushing my hips up off of the bench seat wanting more and more of that delicious friction.
I'm pulled back to reality when I feel you both pull yours hands away and drag my skirt back into place. My eyes pop open and I see you both watching me intently with the beginning of a smirk on both your faces. There is a group that has moved in and seated themselves in the booth next to us.
I laugh nervously realizing I was about to cum in a public place 10 minutes into our night.
Knocking back the rest of your beers you both throw some cash on the table and stand up.
"Let's get out of here. We have a hotel room not too far from here," you say, grabbing up my hand and helping me out of the booth.
I immediately feel the moisture that has collected in my pussy begin to leak out, making everything slippery as I walk. I squeeze your hand tighter as you lead me out of the pub and into the cool night air. Walking to the car, you unlock my door. Turning to our friend, you give him directions to the hotel as well as a room key to come up separately after we arrive.
Accepting the key, he puts on his helmet, mounts his bike and waits for us to depart.
The drive to the hotel is the longest drive of my life.
