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Three for Lunch

We had never tried to meet outside these social events but when we did see each other, I truly believe that she wanted me to fuck her as much as I wanted to nail her. It was a lot of fun and quite exciting.

And then we did meet one day downtown. She was in the city center doing some shopping. It was a completely unplanned occasion. However, I was with a business associate from out of town and we were on our way to lunch. Emily looked quite beautiful, dressed in a tight fitting pencil skirt, frilly blouse filled with the two big tits that were all part of my lust for her, and high heels.

She smiled and slipped into my arms easily for a soft kiss. God she smelled good too, just the right amount of perfume. I introduced her to Brad who was as obviously as interested in her as was I. He took her hand and held it, "Did not know that Jim knew such a beautiful woman, he has never mentioned it to me," he grinned, still clutching her hand.

Brad was a bold guy, and even though lunch was on my ticket this day, he went on, "We were just off for lunch, do you have time to join us?"

Emily glanced at me, and then back to Brad, "Perfect, I was just thinking I needed some food." She took both of our arms and we ducked into a noisy Irish pub. She slipped into a booth with one of us on each side of her. She looked as if she was enjoying herself and we were certainly enjoying her.

We all relaxed a little more after a drink and Emily was soon jammed between two horny thighs. She took turns turning to one or the other of us, rubbing one of her great tits on our arms. Soon we each had a hand on the inside of her knees, although the tight skirt prevented much exploration under the skirt. Emily was horny.

Brad spoke up, "What say we go up to my hotel suite. We can relax a little more, have a more casual drink, and not have to listen to all this jabber around us."

I knew what he had in mind, and in fact he winked at me as if to remind me of the time we had shared a lady, my one and only threesome. Although I had often fantasized about fucking Emily, this scenario was not exactly what I had in mind. I was uncertain about it to say the least, and especially when Emily said, "Hum, that sounds great, let's do it."

Now suddenly, I was worried whether Emily really knew what she was volunteering to do. This Brad guy was a real swordsman and also WAS really hung. When he got the scent of some possible pussy, he became very aggressive. In fact, the night we had shared a lady was because he had scared off another woman. We had picked up two gals in a bar and taken them to our suite. I had taken one gal to the bedroom and fucked her while Brad had the other on the sofa. About the time that my lady and I had got off and lay back, we heard the outer door slam. Apparently things had gone smoothly with Brad and the other one, until he had taken his cock out and she had jumped up, grabbed her clothes and taken off.

The bedroom door opened as my lady and I were laying back, all spent from our fuck, and Brad was there in his shorts with a very obvious hard-on. He did not look at me, just stared at the woman and came close to the bed. She glanced at me, then back at Brad and slowly spread her legs again.

He was between her legs in a second, on his knees and lifting her ass up as she took his thick shaft and rubbed the purple knob in her slit. "My goodness," she whispered, "this will be a challenge."

But there was no doubt she believed that she was up to the challenge.

I lay there beside them, mesmerized, I had never actually watched others fuck except in videos. As far as the two of them were concerned, I could have been on another planet. Brad was slow at first, letter her adjust to his size. I like to think that I had prepared that pussy for him and soon the mattress was bouncing so violently I was almost thrown to the floor.

Back to Emily and we two horny guys. I decided not to warn Emily, she had to know that she was about to be fucked, and more than once.

We grabbed a cab for the short ride to his hotel, a neat little boutique hotel with suites instead of rooms. Once inside, Brad opened a bottle of wine while Emily and I stood by the window and kissed and rubbed on each other. She breathed in my ear, "Undress me Jim, I'm really horny."

We stood there kissing while my hands were busy slowly removing her clothing. Another pair of hands joined in as Brad came up behind her and unhooked her bra; two beautiful big tits tumbled out as she shrugged off the straps. She kept kissing me as my hands grabbed her tits and nipples while Brad pulled her panties off, knelt behind her and removed her heels. I could sense him working his way up her back, kissing and licking her legs and ass.

Emily stayed focused on me; her hands were busy unbuckling me and dropping my pants to the floor. I removed my shirt as we stood there, Emily sandwiched between the two of us.

Emily whispered loud enough for Brad to hear, "I want you first Jim." By this time my cock was jammed up along her belly, with Brad pressed up behind her still kissing licking her back and butt. I kept my hands in front caressing and squeezing her tits, rubbing her nipples on my chest. I really did not want to reach behind because Brad was freely rubbing his cock all over her. But she wanted me first, so I pulled her free and gave Brad a "back off" look. He grinned; he had heard the word "first" and knew there was some pussy coming his way.

She led me into the bedroom, her tits swinging as we bumped our way at almost a half trot. She lay back quickly, her head on the pillow. She reached out for my cock as I nestled in between her legs on my knees. I played in her pussy with my fingers as she stared up at me, "How long have we been teasing each other?" she said, as I slipped two fingers into her. She closed her eyes and I felt her pussy lips contract and squeeze my fingers. "Too long," I replied, bending down and sucking a big nipple, "You are very beautiful Emily, I have dreamed of fucking you for years."

"Do it then, let's not wait," she groaned, as she rubbed my knob in her hot cunt, arching her back up as it began to slide in. The most satisfying feeling in the world, my cock parting the velvet folds of her cunt as it closed around my shaft until our pubic bones were grinding together.

We fucked each other like there was no tomorrow, in perfect synch, thrusting at each other, until my first belt of cum triggered her reaction as our bodies stiffened and shook. We had completely forgotten Brad, who apparently had watched the entire sequence. As we relaxed and I rolled off of her, we became aware of him again, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes blazing at us, slowly stroking his giant cock.

Poor Emily, the damn thing scared me and she knew she was soon going to have it jammed in her. But she smiled up at him, spread her legs and reached her arms up at him, as if to assure him she wanted him. I looked down at her pussy, still swollen from me fucking it, some of my cum in her trimmed bush and oozing out of her slit. She was all woman, ready for a new adventure. How was he ever going to get that chunk of meat into that tight little hole?

I rolled off of the bed to give them room. I was not sure that I wanted to see him fuck her. It seemed different from the time that I had watched him fuck a woman unknown to me, but Emily and I had a history. But I stopped at the doorway and looked back. Emily was not looking in my direction; Brad was on her and obviously working his cock into her as her knees clamped onto his hips. Her eyes were closed and she was kissing and sucking on his shoulders as I watched his big ass slowly lowering in little short jabs, working his cock into her.

It was apparently all in her as they paused, slowly grinding against each other. His ass came up and entered again and again, slowly at first and then increasing in speed. Emily's little, "Oh's" punctuated each deep thrust until her feet clamped behind his back and she was yelping "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me faster, want it all now, now." This final a scream more than anything as she arched up and bit into his shoulder. She had got off but Brad was still humping her and lifted one of her legs sideways to open her wider, finally jamming it into her his body jerking and shaking as he got off.

After Brad rolled off of Emily, she looked over at me still standing gawk-eyed in the doorway. Her eyes were kind of blank as her breathing returned and she stared over at me. She slowly regained control of herself, smiled wanly at me, and said, "Wow, what an afternoon."

The idea of meeting downtown occasionally became a regular event with Emily and I. But there never was a Brad with us again.