The Sloppy Threesome
Finally, after a busy workweek, it was time for some fun. While I drove my SUV through the busy traffic, where I still had to make business-related phone calls, I couldn't wait. As I left the main road and passed some apartment blocks, I reached the eighth district, where the city's high-rise buildings gave way to various upper-middle-class single-family homes. According to my GPS, Christy and Will's house was only 5 more minutes away. I passed some charming houses with extraordinary, beautifully captivated gardens; my stress level drastically decreased, replaced by increasing curiosity and excitement.
Originally, Christy and Will were friends of my boyfriend, Tom, and my best friend Lexie's husband, Mike. I only knew them for three quarters when Tom introduced us at Mike's birthday dinner. Will was about 10 years older than Mike and Tom but still handsome. They met at a business event they'd attended many years ago and became friends. At some point, their relationship turned from a simple friendship to a sexual one. They started to share their wives for a threesome or swapped partners. Tom was a replacement when Will was on one of his multi-week business trips or a wild card for the women if they wanted some variety.
However, they agreed to keep it strictly between them and didn't introduce new people. Lexie and Christy were extremely sexual and thus had high demands, and the men had the endurance that was needed to satisfy their needs. In short, it was the recipe for great sex, regardless of the participants.
"Quality over quantity," Tom and Lexie explained when they told me about it, although Tom said that he had dropped out since we got together to see whether I was ok with it. Honestly, I had to have some second thoughts about it and didn't give a straight answer.
Obviously, the idea of some agreed variety highly excited and aroused me. Since Lexie had already joined Tom and me a few times, I already learned that honesty and trust among the people involved helped to keep these things strictly sexual. So, after I got to know them at the dinner and on several other occasions, I was ok with it. Strangely, being around them made me feel like we knew each other forever. We definitely clicked.
Tom was out of town to meet some business partners abroad for a few days. Because of that, Christy and Will invited me for dinner. When I told Tom about it on the phone yesterday, he said that I'd have a lot of fun with them.
"It likely becomes more than just dinner," he said.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Most definitely. Just relax and have fun, babe. I know you'll embrace the moment!"
"You've reached your destination," my car told me, and I navigated into the driveway. When I turned off the engine, I felt that I indeed was a little nervous. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped outside. I wore a business jumpsuit with a blazer and a pair of black plateau high heels that I put on in the car when I slipped out of my stilettos from work. I put the keys in my handbag as I walked towards the door that opened.
"Hey, darling," Christy said with a warm, welcoming voice.
Christy was already in her 40s, but she still looked amazing. Strangers probably would have guessed that she was in her mid-30s. She was a bit smaller than me but in a similar athletic shape. She wore beautiful red 5'' pumps, stockings, and a tight, dark blue off-the-shoulder mini dress decorated with three champagne bows. Her long black hair softly fell on her back, ideally in contrast to her gray eyes, delicate eyebrows, and her red, full lips. Her perfectly white teeth shimmered through her beautiful smile.
She welcomed me with a hug and kisses on the cheeks.
"Hope you had a good drive? How was the traffic?" she asked.
"As one would expect during that time," I replied. "But I needed to handle some business anyway."
We still held each other's arms and looked into each other's eyes. We both smiled.
A brief moment later, she took my hand and led me in.
"Wow, your dress looks amazing," I said.
"Well, I could hardly decide what to wear," she laughed.
It was my second visit, so I already knew the elegant hall before the living room, where I hung up my handbag and blazer.
"Speaking of looking amazing," she said. "Your jumpsuit... so sexy!"
"Aw, thank you," I answered as she stepped closer to feel the fabric.
"It feels so good," she commented before entering the living room.
Will was sitting on the kitchen bar, which separated the kitchen island from the vast living room.
"I'm so glad you could make it," he said as we hugged. „You're hungry?"
I hesitated briefly, as I did not feel hungry. "Honestly, not so much," I said as Christy handed me a glass of prosecco, and we clinked it. To my own surprise, I emptied my glass immediately.
Christy noticed that, and she smiled at me.
"Oh, darling... no need to be nervous!"
She came closer, put my glass away, and gently stroked my arm. Her smile probably looked embarrassed, but she continued moving closer. While she put her other arm on my hip, I felt goosebumps on my back. My heart beat hard as I thought of her body rubbing against mine.
"Relax, baby," Christy whispered while she ran her fingers through my hair.
"It's fine," she said while her other hand wandered from my hip to my back.
Suddenly, it felt as if the room temperature had increased sharply. I felt so hot. Christy pushed her lips close to my right ear, gently grabbing my hair on my backhead.
"No need to be hungry, baby," she whispered.
Fuck, I was so turned on, and she saw it.
"Just relax!" she whispered as her grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head backward.
"Fuck," I gasped slightly as my eyes were closed by half.
"There's no need to eat, now," I heard Christy whisper while she gently bit my neck and her hand moved down my back to my ass.
She grabbed it, and my eyes rolled, and I breathed heavily. As soon as I could see again, I saw her face right in front of mine, with a filthy smile on her face. Her tongue slowly moved across her lips.
In a moment, we were already making out heavily. She still had one hand on my hair, and I had one on her cheek, my other on her hip. We breathed heavily as we gently pressed our lips against each other. I closed my eyes and just felt her body. Her soft lips felt so good on mine, and I thought she opened her mouth to tongue kiss me. My mouth opened as well, and our tongues started to dance with each other.
I had lost all my restraints, and we rubbed our bodies against each other, slobbering in each other's mouths while our tongues worked each other. I moved my hand on one of her tits and started kneading it while her hand worked my ass. Within a short break of our kissing, my eyes opened, and I gasped lustfully with a filthy smile. Christy made such a sexy, pouty mouth.
"Fuck, you make me so horny!" I giggled, and we started making out again.
Christy pushed me against the kitchen bar, and I raised my knee to wrap my foot around hers. Our hands ran all over our bodies while we were still kissing wildly.
Christy moved her lips to my ear and giggled with a slutty tone: "You really are just as naughty as I am, huh?"
I felt her tongue slowly licking along the side of my neck, and I moaned again. A few moments later, we got rid of her dress, and my jumpsuit slid down to my ankles.
"You sexy bitch!" I moaned and grabbed her bare ass hard.
From what I felt, she was wearing a tiny g-string, similar to the black one I wore. A few moments later, I removed her bra, and mine followed a few moments later.
"Fuck, I love sucking on that tits," Christy moaned while she was working my tits with her mouth and hands.