I guess some rules are just meant to be broken.
I'd been with my girlfriend Jessica for a while. By all rights, it was a long term thing and neither of us had any intention of going anywhere. We were a little older than to get married right away.
It was pretty normal for that: vacations, dates, dinner together, holidays with our families, diets, shared car problems, and the much-longer list of day-to-day stuff. We were happy together and it showed.
Our sex life was good too. Jessica had been a little reserved sexually when we met and over time she'd opened up a lot. Months and years usually dampen that part of a relationship. Ours was definitely trending upward without an end in sight. She was submissive and I was dominant so we'd found our compatibility and where we liked to break from the norm.
Friday nights were often like this if we didn't have other plans. If we got out of work early, we may go to the obligatory co-worker happy hours but we always met afterwards, usually at one of a few places near home. Saturdays were generally busy but Friday night was our time to cut loose and not worry about much.
The Friday nights always ended in sex too. It would've appeared almost routine except we didn't care for appearances and it was fun for us. If we partied too hard on Friday, a good part of the day on Saturday would be in bed nursing each others' hangovers. We did that the right way, with more great sex.
It was great, it was fun and it was mostly generally vanilla. We didn't have many reservations but Jessica took a long time to warm up to things. She took it up the ass and liked it sometimes, especially when she was drunk, but that was probably the most adventurous thing we did. Maybe some toys here and there, but we were both straight and not into pushing boundaries like threesomes or swinging.
That's a little bit of what surprised me when I found her that night on the other side of the bar, her face inches from another girl whom she didn't even know. I knew that she'd made out with most of her female friends at some point, all drunk. She didn't really have much interest in women in general though.
I gave her some space and watched from afar to see what was going to happen. There was a beer special which we'd both taken full advantage of already. I knew she was drunk enough to get a little sloppy. She was also reserved with strangers though, and I never would've seen it coming when they started kissing.
It wasn't a quick trial kiss either. Jessica was returning it and there was tongue. They weren't just kissing, they were making out. My girlfriend was making out with a stranger, a cute little brunette, right around her age. My first instinct was to go and see how far I could push it. Instead I decided to remain a little distant and let things play out on their own.
The affair lasted for quite a while, at least a quarter of an hour. They were in the corner so most of the bar really didn't see them. A good number of the men at the bar had definitely noticed and I watched them ignore advances several times. The other girl didn't seem to have a boyfriend or husband with her, which left me as the backup in my mind, in case some dude got a little too pushy.
Luckily, nothing of the sort happened. Instead, they stopped eventually and Jessica caught my eye. She didn't seem surprised that I was staring a little but just waved me over. She took care of the introductions.
"Meet my new friend Sam," she said. "She likes me and she likes us."
"Us?"
"She saw us both together before and she thinks we're both cute. She wanted to -"
"Hi," Sam cut her off. I shook her outstretched hand. As soon as our hands clasped, she pulled me in a little and craned her neck towards me. Her lips were almost touching my neck and her breath on it was turning me on. I wasn't fighting because I knew this would do nothing more than add to the excitement later when Jessica and I got home.
But I didn't get too much of a choice when she moved her lips to mine and started to smooch me a little. She stopped long enough for me to look over at Jessica, who was smiling broadly. I took that as a sign to continue and kissed Sam back.
She was definitely not reserved. The kiss came along with a grope up my leg. There was some fumbling to find my crotch which ended up with a good squeeze on my now stiffening cock.
"You're a lucky girl," Sam told Jessica, pulling away from our kiss.
"I know, right?"
Sam was a flirt too. Over the course of the next several drinks we had together, she made a lot of very overt suggestions about us individually and together.
Jessica got a lot of fantastic compliments and she was appreciating the attention. She was hot the day I met her and she hadn't lost a bit of it. She was tall and always kept herself trim, and a pair of large, deliciously firm breasts got her plenty of looks. She also put in the work to make sure that her stomach was flat and her ass had a prominent curve to it. But of all her features, her face was beautiful and she kept it framed with great long hair just down past her shoulders. There was a lot for Sam to remark about, and she took every opportunity.
Sam was cute too. Purely physically, nothing about her would've ever competed against Jessica but she also had something sexy about her. Her chest wasn't that big, she was a little shorter and she just didn't seem to work as hard on keeping herself looking great. Like Jessica though, there was something in the way she kept and carried herself that smelled of sexy from a mile away. With both of them, it was a perfect combination of sultry, coy, strong, and a little slutty. While Jessica may have a few people convinced she was a model, Sam had more of a girl-next-door look. But at a bar, either of them alone would've magnetized the room.
Together, making out, the whole place got a little quieter. The boys all tried to catch a glance without seeming like they were staring. The girls looked away like looking at a car crash, pretending to be put off but secretly transfixed.
Jessica was definitely getting the hint. I could see in her eyes when she looked at me that she was asking silently if it was okay. I smiled a lot as affirmation. What was not to love about this situation? At worst, Jessica was going to get turned on and fuck my brains out all the more for it when we got home.
I'd had a few threesome experiences back in my wilder days. Nothing had ever worked out quite as fantastically as on a porn set. They were fun and memorable experiences but I'd long ago decided that it wasn't something to pursue. If it happened, great. An extra personality in the bedroom just didn't always make things better though. Of course, that didn't stop me from wondering what tonight was going to put out.
I got my answer when they returned from a trip to the bathroom. Jessica was usually really quick on those trips and this one was far from quick. I was almost starting to get worried when she snuck up behind me and whispered in my ear.
"I'm really wet," she said.
"More than usual?" She never really seemed to have a problem getting plenty wet with even a little bit of foreplay.
"Yup. Sam just told me so."