The following morning, I awoke before Chris and Lisa. We were entangled in a heap, more a jumble of limbs than a trio of cuddling lovers. Turning my head, I gazed at them in the dim, dawn light -- their expressions peaceful, content. A wave of warmth and romance washed over me as I watched them sleep.
A little later, Lisa's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a soft smile. I returned the gesture, but we kept our silence, letting the tranquil moment linger. By then, sunlight had begun streaming into the bedroom, illuminating their features more clearly.
With a finger pressed to her lips, Lisa gestured for silence, the universal "Shh" sign. She gently maneuvered over Chris, planting a tender kiss on his lips. He stirred, responding with a kiss that deepened quickly into a passionate embrace. My heart raced at the sight, a mix of excitement and an indescribable rush tingling through me, sending a warm flush across my skin.
"Morning, Sleepy," Lisa purred, her voice a soft melody in the quiet room. "Jen, could you grab us some coffee? I think it's time we all got up."
Without bothering to dress, I strolled to the kitchen and started the coffee pot. About ten minutes later, I returned to the bedroom, a tray with three cups of coffee balanced in my hands. Chris and Lisa were spooning in bed, their bodies intertwined in such a way that I couldn't quite discern their exact position.
"Coffee!" I announced, hoping to gently break their intimate embrace.
They both sat up, adjusting themselves a bit, as I handed them their cups. After taking a few sips, Chris abruptly announced his need to use the bathroom and leaped out of bed.
"How are you this morning?" Lisa asked me, her tone soft and caring.
"Fine... Good," I replied, unsure of the depth of her inquiry.
"Good, I hope things didn't go too far for you yesterday," Lisa continued, her concern evident.
"I hadn't expected that... but I'm okay," I responded, my words both an assurance to her and a self-reassurance.
Lisa drew closer, wrapping me in a hug that was both comforting and gentle. It slowly evolved into a tender cuddle. She then eased back and kissed me deeply, a kiss that seemed to convey more than just affection.
"Thank you for a wonderful night," she murmured, smiling warmly. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and gratitude. "I really needed that."
Words failed me at that moment. 'You're welcome' felt too superficial for the depth of what we'd shared. Instead, I chose silence, letting our continued embrace speak for me.
"WOW," Chris exclaimed, breaking the tranquility as he returned. "What a sight to wake up to in the morning."
"I need a shower. I'm feeling all sticky," Lisa laughed, her mood light. "Come on, Chris, you can help scrub my back. Jen, would you mind making breakfast?"
As they headed for the bathroom, Lisa nonchalantly sat down to pee while Chris turned on the shower, leaving the door open. It seemed any remaining shreds of modesty had been shed along with our clothes.
While they showered, I busied myself with preparing breakfast. They eventually joined me, each loosely draped in a towel. Lisa sneaked up behind me, playfully squeezing my breasts and kissing my neck.
"Why don't you take a shower, too? You smell like... well, you know," she whispered with a giggle.
Grateful for the suggestion, I headed towards the shower. The warm water was a soothing refuge, giving me a moment to sort through my thoughts. Chris and I hadn't really had a chance to discuss everything that was happening. Perhaps it was for the best, as even I was unsure about my own feelings. A part of me expected to feel jealous, but surprisingly, I didn't. Instead, there was this odd sense of pride in knowing that my boyfriend was so desired.
Stepping out of the shower, I pondered over what to wear. Should I mirror their casual attire with just a towel, or opt for something more? Settling on my robe, tied loosely, I anticipated the likelihood of inadvertently revealing more than intended before breakfast concluded.
As I emerged, a conversation halted abruptly, leaving me clueless about the topic. Breakfast passed in a reserved silence, punctuated only by occasional requests for jam or coffee.
Eventually, Lisa's gaze fixed on me. "Chris mentioned you've never... you know, had it in the bum," she stated bluntly.
I choked on my toast, surprised. "What?" The thought that this was their topic of conversation while I showered unsettled me.
Lisa pressed on; her curiosity evident. "Why haven't you explored that with him?"
"I'm not keeping anything from him. It's just something we've never talked about," I replied, trying to steer the conversation away from this intrusive topic.
Lisa shared her own experience, mentioning her curiosity about what it may be like with a more patient partner. The conversation's direction was both startling and intrusive.
"Chris is going to bum you later, so I can watch," Lisa announced, acting out with finger gestures, as if it were a foregone conclusion.
"Do I get a say in this?" I asked, my tone a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Her response was flippant, and she quickly shifted the topic to cleaning up. The conversation's abrupt end left me with mixed feelings.
Later, we went out for lunch and some shopping. We stopped at the local adult store, Lisa's enthusiasm over preparations for the evening was both embarrassing and oddly stimulating. Her comments drew attention, turning my cheeks red.
"Got to make sure we have enough lube for tonight" She announced a little too loud.
She picked up a bottle that clearly read "Anal Lube".
"My treat!" She called over to me.
At the check out Lisa also tossed a pair of restraint cuffs on the counter along with a small pink vibrator.
Back home, while waiting for pizza to be delivered, Lisa's proposition became more insistent, revealing her own fears and desires. Her seductive whispers and playful touches were conflicting, arousing yet pressuring.
The doorbell rang and Chris got up to grab the Pizza.
"I want to see Chris fuck your bum" she purred in my ear. "Be a sweetie and let him fuck your little hole."
"Why don't you let him fuck your ass?" I responded.
"I tried it once" she said, "but the brute was too impatient, and it hurt."
Chris' return broke the tension, but the unresolved conversation lingered in the air. Lisa's eagerness contrasted with my own uncertainty, creating an undercurrent of anticipation and apprehension for the evening ahead.
"Tonight's going to be fun," Lisa said with a hint of mischief. "You get to try something new with your girlfriend."
Chris glanced at me, his eyes seeking approval. I met his gaze, my expression unreadable.
We spent the evening in a relaxed atmosphere, watching videos and enjoying pizza. Conversation flowed easily as we opened another bottle of wine, discussing various trivial matters.
At one point, I excused myself to use the bathroom. Alone with my thoughts, I hadn't yet decided about experimenting with anal sex tonight. Nevertheless, I figured it was prudent to prepare, just in case.
Chris and I had avoided anal sex, primarily due to the concerns Lisa had mentioned. His size intimidated me. Before Chris, there was someone with whom I had explored this. He was notably less endowed than Chris -- not small, but modest. With him, certain experiences were different. For instance, I could deep throat without much difficulty, feeling empowered in those moments, feeling like a porn star. He would grab my hair and bruise my lips. There were times I didn't have to move.
Our regular intercourse was satisfactory; the sensation was there, just not overwhelming. He didn't stretch me in the same way as Chris. Then there was the time we tried anal. It was my suggestion, seeking a different kind of fulfillment. Surprisingly, I found it enjoyable. It provided a subtle sense of fullness, a gentle stretch that was both pleasurable and stimulating, without causing discomfort. To him, it seemed like a dream come true, as I was often enthusiastic about it.
Tonight, I might let Chris in. When I returned to the living room, Lisa's knowing smile greeted me. She lounged on the floor by Chris's chair, exuding a casual confidence.
I resettled into my seat, and without missing a beat, Lisa spun towards Chris. She deftly unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans, the formality of asking long abandoned.
