This is really a continuation of part 2. I lost the second half of it and decided to post what I had rather than wait to rewrite it, so if you haven't read that part, this one won't make much sense. Sorry about the confusion, and enjoy....
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The fact that she was so casual about it was almost as hot as the idea itself, but Camille had her own concerns. She was still slowly letting her jealous and competitive fears about this girl subside, so the thought of letting her get in bed with her man should have been totally out of the question, even if it was supervised.
She could tell it wasn't just Sam that Stella was interested in though. She hadn't said anything directly, but she had made a few more-than-complimentary comments towards Camille that indicated a certain level of arousal in her presence. Personally, Camille had never been into women on that level, but Stella had a uniquely intriguing look. If she was ever going to get in bed with a woman, she couldn't see a better starting point.
She still just didn't swing quite far enough that way to see her being interested in Stella alone, but she loved the idea of inviting a fresh face into their sex life. For one, she was almost fetishizing about the idea of what it might look like to see Stella try and handle him. As much as Sam had helped her push her own sexual boundaries, Camille knew that she had enabled him to explore his more animalistic side. The idea of that being turned onto someone else with no warning seemed enticing to her.
Second - and she didn't like admitting this to herself - but she viewed it as an opportunity to push Sam away. If there relationship was all lust, then she might as well figure it out now so he doesn't hurt her down the line. How better to test him than with a redhead with fake tits and a big ass?
Camille had been silently thinking this over for a few seconds longer than she realized before Stella jumped in, casual as before.
"Don't feel pressured to respond right now. I don't want to come across like some home wrecker or something. I just thought it would be fun."
"No, no I like the idea." Camille said, a bit embarrassed that she had just sat in silence instead of responding. "I like it a lot actually. It's just, I've never done it, and I'd have to see how Sam feels about it. Let me think it over."
Camille froze up as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but Stella shot her a quick smile and responded with no hesitation. "Oh nothing. I'm about to head in for a nap, but I was thinking about going out tonight; maybe hitting a club or two. Your boo was just saying she could use some fun on the town."
"Was she now? That's definitely more of 'my boo's' speed, but you girls have fun."
"See, I told you he wouldn't come." Camille enjoyed joining in on the fun.
"Oh come on! Come have fun with us!" Stella touched him on the shoulder in a flirtatious way that just barely tested the boundaries of their new friendship.
Sam protested, "Nah, I don't wanna be a downer, but that's just not my type of fun. I'll play taxi for y'all though."
Camille stood up, wrapped him around the waist, and looked up into his eyes. "Come on Sam. We'll make it your type of fun."
Sam looked down at her passionately, then back at Stella, who was eagerly awaiting his answer. "Well, why don't we go take a nap and we'll see how we feel a little later tonight?"
"Woo!" Stella said, putting her hands up and skipping off towards the condo after hearing the answer she wanted. "I'll talk to you love birds later tonight. No wearing yourselves out before then though, okay?"
Camille and Sam waved to her before scuffling about their little area of the beach and making light conversation as they packed up. As they got into the elevator and rode their way back to the room, she turned to him and asked, "So what'd you think about her?"
"Oh, I mean I enjoyed having her around. She's really fun. It seemed like y'all really hit it off too, so that was nice to see."
"It was nice. But, like, Sam....what did you think of her?"
Sam paused and gave Camille a sideways glance. "This some kind of a test or something? I told you what I thought of her."
"Oh I know you said she was fun, but like, what did you really think of her?"
In a playful bickering tone that he typically adopted when he had had enough of her roundabout ways, Sam returned, "Okay, what are you getting at here? You trying to set me up with her or something? Tell her I'm taken."
"Shut up dummy. I'm just saying, she's hot huh?"
"What do you take me for, some kind of idiot? I'm not falling for this trap."
"Sam! You already said she was hot!"
"Right. She was hot. That was before you became friends with her. Now she's Ms. Doubtfire."
"So you admit that you find her attractive?" Camille asked him, smiling wide and stifling laughs from this ridiculous conversation.
"Jesus H. Christ when did you turn into Johnny fucking Cochran? Of course she's hot! Stevie Wonder would probably follow her on instagram. That enough for you? What is your thing with this girl?"
"I DON'T HAVE A THING WITH HER SAM!"
"You clearly have a thing with her," He joked as he opened the door to their room.
"No I do not. I was just wondering because she may have propositioned us on something." Camille smirked at him as she closed the door behind them.
Sam made a Scooby-Doo sounding "Huh?" and gave her a confused look.
Camille sauntered up to him and leaned over the island, looking up into his eyes. "She just let me know that if we ever wanted to have threesome, she'd be around."
Sam came back quickly, as if he had to get ahead of himself. "Nope, not falling for that one either."
"Sam! Why not?"
"Honey, you are too crazy in bed for me to even think of that."
"Aww well, that's sweet, but she seems a little crazy too. Two crazies are better than one."
"Nope, too much crazy. There's good crazy and bad crazy. You're both. I don't know about her yet."
"What do you mean I'm bad crazy!?" Camille knew what he meant.
"Well you're good crazy too, like when you let me throat fuck you a couple of nights ago. I don't know how you did that.
"Mhmm. I've been working on it. Now what about the bad?"
"The bad is that I could see you not talking to me because you thought I gave her more attention than you in bed or something."
Damn, he was right. She hated how well he knew her. Somehow he had given her all the right answers to reassure his commitment to her and it just annoyed her more.
"Yea, I've been working on that too." Camille paused and smiled at him, letting him know that he was right. "It'd be fun while it lasted though huh?"
"Mhmm. Maybe enough fun to deal with you not talking to me for a few days afterwards."
"Oh god you could probably use the break anyway. Come on handsome. Let's get a nap in." She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She was almost soaking now and wanted to pin him down and ride him, but knew she wasn't going to change his mind and get all three of them together if she was already giving him everything he needed.
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After some significant begging and pleading, Camille managed to convince Sam to join them. She had woken up a good bit before him and had been texting Stella since to figure out what the plan was.
She put on a low cut blue bodycon dress that she had hoped she would find a reason to wear. It had a zipper down the front of it, and she made it a point to squeeze her tits together and zip it up with Sam in the room. She did this all while sitting in front of the mirror and brushing off his advances, pretending that she didn't know what she was doing.
"Oh, come on Mr. 'you don't need to get all dressed up.' Doesn't seem like you mind It too much now," she said as Sam put on a pair of jeans.
"I do mind. I mind so much that I want you to take it off right now." Sam playfully grabbed at her zipper and groped her soft breasts. She caught herself rubbing her backside up against the section of his boxers that were still peaking above his unzipped jeans.
"Sam, stop it!" She said, coyly, in a voice that indicated that she did not want him to stop at all. She put on a straight face and serious voice as he kept grabbing. "No, no, seriously Sam. I want to go out tonight! I'm not gonna let you fuck me just to get tired and back out."
"Alright, alright. I can hold out," he said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Good, thanks." She said curtly, not sure how she was holding out herself.
Her phone lit up showing a text from Stella saying that she was on her way down to their condo. When she walked in, she was wearing a tight, high-waisted leather skirt and a dark red lace top that barely looked like you could wear it in public. As respectful and polite as Sam was in her presence thus far, his face adopted a stunned look as Camille opened the door. This was not lost on Stella.
