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Our First Three Sum (Continued Part 2)

Several months passed between the prelude and what was to become our first threesome.

I was careful to check in with both my buddy and especially my Lady to verify that everyone had been o.k. with the events of our last encounter. Subsequently, I had had several conversations with my lady to see what future activities she would be comfortable with. One thing I have learned about her, if she feels pressured in any way, she builds up an instant resistance. It has been liberating to identify and express my desires as honestly and boldly as possible. But also I have learned to offer my wants with an open hand, allowing her to the freedom to "try them on" as she will (or not). Actually, this is much more exciting. So many times she "trumps" whatever I have in mind with a variation or addition that enhances the experience beyond my wildest dreams. However, expectations are sure to kill the spirit of our erotic adventure.

Preceding the several days before my buddy was scheduled to come into town to "play", she faced one of the most challenging weeks since I had known her. Work pressures, financial pressures, getting her house ready for sale and several other situations seems to converge into a "perfect storm" of adversaries that sapped her usual sanguine, adventurous and sexy spirit. Even though, I had "OKed" it with her prior to his visit, once he was here, the situations and her mood, only seemed to worsen. I assured her, that although I would be disappointed if we didn't get together to play, her emotional state and our relationship was the most important thing. We exchanged many comforting and supportive text messages. She confirmed that it was her intention to continue, business as usual, for the next night.

My friend and I engaged in hours of conversation late the night before discussing our various fantasies and possibilities for the upcoming evening. I think we both got rather worked up in the process. I found it hard to go to sleep (no pun). As I forced slumber upon my psyche, I clarified, in my own mind, the ONE thing that, if given the choice, I would want to happen the following night. During the afternoon of the next day, I left work early, to prepare for the night. My friend and I went out for drinks at the local pub to further discuss our forthcoming evening of frolic. I challenged him to clarify for himself, as well, the ONE thing he would want to see happen. In deference to my girlfriend, I decided that we should best stay close to home, not go clubbing, in order to conserve energy and time. Further, I bought "finger food" versus preparing some elaborate but satiating dinner.

Around 7ish, my sweet lady arrives at the door wrapped in a winter jacket, carting a large black overnight bag. After warm greetings all around, we escorted her into the living room where she quickly discarded her jacket to reveal her chosen attire. Wow. First of all, she is a knock-out to look at; cuter than the day is long... her hair, eyes and make-up accentuating her natural beauty and sparkling personality. She wore a colorful Mexican scarf loosely arrayed around her neck. Over her torso, she wore a black semi-transparent lace shirt, her lovely tits providing a provocative form underneath.

She wore a tiny see-through black skirt, with a brief black lace thong, barely covering her naked ass and pussy. Quite the lady, yet quite the slut. A perfect combination. It was hard to not become completely and instantly obsessed, but we endured (for a while). I did pay particular attention to how she was sitting in the love seat, when she moved, when I could see her panties, what my buddy could see at any particular time. It was a very sexually charged atmosphere.

We put on some sexy, hip-hop music. We brought out two bottles of fine wine, one he had brought, and one I had selected. We challenged her to chose her favorite. She slowly gauged her preferences between the two wines, as she first drank from one bottle, then the other. She coyly said she preferred his wine and seemed to give herself to indulging his bottle predominately. We flirted and teased for well over an hour. We told her we had both gotten "randy" discussing all the possible sexual scenarios that might possibly transpire. At one point, I asked her to get up and "show off" a bit... turning slowing around so that we could admire her body and sexy attire.

Being a good host, I was habitually changing the music, fetching food, getting this or that. They would always continue their flirtatious banter when I busied myself with this or that. Upon one occasion though, after excusing myself to go to the bathroom, I returned to find that she had left her position on the loveseat where she had been, and was sprawled out on my buddy, apparently making out. They were semi-horizontal on the couch where he lay/sit. Her lovely thighs and thong were clearly visible from the position she had taken. I was instantly aroused. So much so that I immediately turned around, returned to my bedroom, took off my pants and went back into the living room just wearing my thong and shirt. They had not moved from their position. Or rather they were moving a lot, in their position, laying on the couch.

I took up residence, on the other side of her, looking for a place to "break in" to the affair. It was so provocative to see my scantly clad girlfriend in my buddy' arms. I challenged her to give him a dose of her "award winning" French kiss. She had mentioned, early in our courtship, of her penchant to kiss like she was "fucking you with her tongue". It had so intrigued me that I soon found myself unable to resist the temptation to sample it. I've been addicted ever since. She was more than happy to comply, and dove into his mouth like a hungry vixen. After several minutes, my buddy fell back in an exhausted daze, looking like he had just emerged from an orgy in a sex drunk stupor. I cheered them on, captivated by the sight. I fought to find an opening between her thighs to finger fuck her while she was doing him with her tongue. After I couldn't take it any longer, I demanded my turn at her luscious mouth. I was extremely hot and wet from her previous expedition. Of course it then became my friends turn to fondle her while she fucked me with her tongue. My cock got so hard. It strained against my thong. We traded back and forth for a while; petting and kissing. We all seemed to be getting pretty hot.

I don't remember how we made the transition back to our original seating positions; my friend on the futon couch, me in the rocking chair and my lovely girlfriend between us lounging on the loveseat. All of us somehow staggered back to regain occupancy of our respective perches and continued our provocative verbal exchanges, propping our feet up upon the end table- along with our array of 2 sets of three large candles, 2 bottles of wine and incense.

Before too long, I excused myself to run some necessary errand. Again, I returned after several minutes, to encounter a similar scene... only this time, my buddy was laying on top of my girlfriend, hungrily between her legs, making out with her in the loveseat. They seemed to ignore my presence. So I just watched for a while. They were making out and touching each other with some vigor. As I stared at them, I got harder and harder. Finally, I went and stood by them, took my girlfriends hand and placed in on my aching cock. It had broken free from the thong and pointed in the direction of her head. She rubbed it while continuing to make out with my friend. I had to do something! Get her to suck me, or eat her pussy, or something!