A week after the threesome with Allan and Brooke, I was hanging out at home on a Friday night. I had no real plans. Vaguely thinking about going to get a drink later but nothing definite. It had been a long week and I was kind of relishing the idea of just staying in and watching a movie.
It was about 8:30 when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it was but wasn't taken aback by someone coming over unannounced. A lot of my friends will just drop by if they are around. I opened the front door and found Brooke standing there. Alone.
She was wearing nice jeans with a loose fitting low cut top. She wore a short pair of high heeled boots. Her curly dark hair tumbling down around her shoulders. She looked great. Sexy yet not overly so. I must admit, my heart started racing a little. This was unexpected. I was not sure what was up.
"Hey, Brooke. What's going on?" I asked.
"I thought you might be home given that its early. Aren't you going to ask me in?" she replied.
A little flustered, I stammered out, "I'm sorry. Of course, come on in."
A she walked past me, I got a slight hint of her perfume. She smelled amazing. The view I got of her ass as she slid past me, was not bad either. She moved into the living room and sat on the couch, crossing her legs. Obviously, I had a good idea of why she was here, but I still wondered, exactly, what was going on.
Her cool mien quickly dissolved as she said, "Oh crap, I'm so nervous. Can you get me a drink, please?"
I laughed and said sure. She asked what I was having.
"I'll have a dirty vodka martini. Very dirty." She said while giving me a sultry look.
It took her about 5-seconds before she cracked up, saying, "I'm sorry that is the dumbest thing I ever heard. I sounded like James Bond. I told you I was nervous."
I laughed and told her I thought it was a little weird. I mixed the drinks in a shaker and gave them a shake. James Bond, right? I put two martini glasses on the coffee table, poured the drinks and plopped three olives in each. I sat down on the chair next to the couch.
I handed her a glass, raised mine and said, "Cheers. Now will you tell me what's going on?"
She started, "We had an amazing time last weekend. We fucked all week replaying it and talking about it. I could not keep my hands off Allan. I knew he was curious about sex with guys. That always turned me on. He confessed to me that he had had sex with guys before. That is so hot! Anyway, he knew what a good time I had. He asked if I wanted to fuck you again. I told him I did but didn't have to if he wasn't into it.'
She stopped to take a sip of her martini. I could see she was a little flustered. I could see her chest redden a little. Almost as if it does when she is beginning to have an orgasm. Her face was flushed.
"Hey, its ok. Slow down. Whatever you have to tell me doesn't sound bad." I chuckled. "I'm kind of excited myself"
She laughed and continued, "Allan said he was turned on by the idea of you fucking me again. Maybe even a regular thing. He told me to come over here and do whatever you wanted."
I was stunned. I knew they had a good time the weekend before. We all did. I thought maybe we would have the occasional threeway or something. I was not prepared for this. Not that I was not turned on by it, I just needed to process it. I liked the fact that he had ordered her to do whatever I wanted. I wondered how far I could take it.
"Here is where I am," I said. "I like playing with couples and married women, with their husband's knowledge. Most of the play is me being dominant over one or both of the pair. Not always but a lot of the time. I really don't like fooling around with friends because it is full of potential problems. I don't want to fuck up a good relationship."
"We talked about that." She said. "Look, I am totally in love with Allan, he is great in bed, we have a great life together. You're a great friend but I have no desire to change anything other than having sex with you and him. Besides, he's funnier than you, a better cook and he's smarter."
I laughed and said ok. Time to get serious. I told her to stand up and take her clothes off. She rose up off the couch and stood before me. Slowly she peeled of her top revealing her lean, muscular body. A lacy white bra contained her beautiful firm breasts. She started to take the bra off.
"Stop," I said, "we'll get to that later."