This is the first of a series of stories about Amanda, Wylder and Michael, a polyamorous threesome (throuple). Please enjoy - Milo
############ Part 1- Amanda and Wylder ##################
"He's cute."
Wylder glanced over her shoulder, then turned back to Amanda and sipped her coffee "I suppose."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "You suppose? Shit Wyl, your standards are WAY too high sometimes."
"What, just because I don't get all moist and sticky anytime something with a dick walks by?" She picked a walnut from her cinnamon roll and flicked it at Amanda, smiling over her coffee cup.
"HEY!! This is a new blouse!" Amanda brushed at the silk where the walnut had hit it. "But you certainly get interested when a nice set of tits comes into view."
"Sure, what do you expect? Tits are prettier than dicks."
Amanda and Wylder were enjoying a Sunday morning brunch at their favorite coffee shop. They had been together for about 4 years and were living in Amanda's condo above Pacific Coast Highway, overlooking Malibu.
They had met when Wylder did some photo shoots with a couple of the models in Amanda's agency. Standing around 5'10" and a former model, Amanda's tawny skin, long light brunette hair and strong brow had immediately caught Wylder's photographers' eye when she attended one of the shoots.
Wylder, about 5'6 and fair complexioned had and unruly head of shoulder length blonde hair that she wore in a loose pulled back bun with square bangs above a somewhat masculine but unconventionally pretty face. She had been out as bi since she was young.
She had struck up several conversations with Amanda at the shoots, complimenting Amanda's eye for unconventional beauty in selecting her models, looking for subtle clues as to Amanda's sexual orientation. They had gone out for coffee or lunch a number of times, just as friends and colleagues, before Wylder made her play, casually taking Amanda's hand as they walked to one of Amanda's beautiful classic cars parked outside a cafe. Amanda didn't pull it away.
Amanda had a few playful sexual experiences with women at college but never really considered herself bi or lesbian. She had been through a series of relationships with men that ranged from moderately satisfactory to downright toxic. When Wylder had tentatively kissed her in the parking lot of that cafe, she felt a stirring of something in her breast, and in her panties. She didn't consider herself promiscuous but had spent the remainder of that afternoon, that night, and most of the next day in bed with Wylder in her condo. Wylder had moved into Amanda's condo shortly thereafter.
"Let's invite him on our road trip this weekend!"
"What the actual fuck Mandy? Seriously? If you're that horny for some new dick I can just buy a new strap-on."
"Jesus Wyl, do you always have to be so ... so ...."
"What, frank?"
"I was thinking vulgar, but let's move on. Seriously, he's not just cute, he's gorgeous. I bet he's a model or actor, at least an aspiring one. I see him here all the time and he's never with anyone so he must be single and a local. And from the lump in those shorts, it looks like he's sporting a real hog. C'mon Wyl, it's been ages since we've had some fun like that!"
Amanda and Wylder, while living together, really considered their relationship more polyamorous than anything else. Amanda still had an occasional fling with a couple of her male models and Wylder had done the same with some of the female models. It wasn't unusual for one or the other to invite a playmate into their bed for them to enjoy together.
Wylder looked over her shoulder again. While men weren't her primary choice of sexual partners, she did enjoy a really exuberant fucking now and again from a powerfully built man. And Amanda wasn't wrong. The guy was actually kind of gorgeous. Standing around 6'2" with thick curly brown hair cut short on the sides, his physique was muscular in an athletic way. He had a strong jaw and a slightly cleft chin. Wylder glanced at his crotch, which was visible under the face table as he leaned back reading his phone. Jesus, it looked like he was smuggling a giant smoked sausage under there.
She looked back at Amannda. "Okay, so he's hot. How do you suggest we do this? You want to just go up to him and say 'Hi, my girlfriend and I were wondering if you want to go on a fuck trip with us to Arizona'?"
Amanda looked thoughtful. "That'd probably work. Unless he's gay. Oh shit. I didn't even think of that! Do you think he might be? He's certainly pretty enough."
Wylder shook her head. "Nope, definitely cis-het."
"Oh c'mon Wyl. You've glanced at him twice. How can you tell that easily?"
Wylder gave Amanda a look that said, 'Excuse me'?
"Okay, okay. You've never been wrong before." She thought for a minute. "Hey, what if he is a wannabe model slash actor. I could go over and introduce myself as the head of a modeling agency. That'd pique his interest."
################## Part 2 ###########################
"Shit." Michael muttered to himself as he scrolled through his emails and his home page on several sites for aspiring models. He hadn't worked in months. The money from his last few jobs had been pretty good, but it was dwindling. He didn't want to go back to waiting tables.
"Excuse me. Hi. Sorry to interrupt."
Michael looked up to see a stunning woman in front of him. Tall, tawny skin with beautiful hair, soft brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and one hell of a pair of tits.
"Oh, sorry. Do you need the table?" Michael had been sitting in the crowded coffee shop most of the morning but hadn't ordered anything in a while.
The woman laughed and said. "No, no! You're fine. It's just my friend and I..." Amanda nodded back towards Wylder "...were wondering if you were a model or actor or something like that."
Michael looked towards where the woman had nodded. A blonde with unusual but attractive looks smiled and gave a chop one-handed single wave. He looked up at the brunette and gave her his best lopsided grin, the one he used in most of his headshots. He felt like he could actually will his eyes to twinkle. "Why yes! As a matter of fact, I'm a model." Hopefully he asked "Why, did you recognize me from something?"
The women shook her head. "Not really no. Do you have representation?"
Michael sighed. Of course she didn't, he thought. "No, not at the moment."
The woman handed him her card. 'Blue Pacific Modeling Agency' and below that 'Amanda Aaronson- President'. She smiled and said, "Would you like to join my friend and I and chat?"
Michael couldn't believe his luck. His agency had dropped him a few weeks ago. This was more than perfect! He stood up and extended his hand. "Hi Amanda. I'm Michael ... Michael Destiny."
Amanda shook his hand and gave him an arched brow amused look. "Michael ... Destiny?? Seriously?"
Michael laughed "Okay, It's actually Michael Garabedian. Destiny is just my modeling name."
############## Part 3 - Michael, Amanda and Wylder ##################
Michael grabbed a free chair and pulled it up to Amanda and Wylder's table,
"Wyl, this is Michael Garabedian. Michael this is Wylder. She's our principal photographer."
Holy shit, Michael thought, how much better could this day get?
Wylder extended her hand. "Hi Michael. So, Garabedian huh? Glendale?"
Michael laughed, "Nope ... Fresno. Old school California Armenian." He shook Wylder's hand.
They spent the rest of the morning getting to know each other. Their conversation was light and easy. Michael shared more than they did, mostly because Amanda was so solicitous and frankly pretty damn hot in Michael's mind. Wylder was ... interesting. She was kind of quiet at first but when she did speak, she had a dry wit that he thoroughly enjoyed. And there was an unmistakable coiled sexuality to her.
Amanda glanced significantly at Wylder a number of times during the conversation. Wylder could tell Amanda was hot for this guy. She kept playing with her hair, pushing her shoulders forward and extending her long neck as she laughed a throaty laugh at every joke or humorous anecdote he told. Jesus Amanda, she thought, why not drag him into the bathroom for a quickie.
Wylder looked at her oversized dive watch. "Hey Mandy, don't we have that ... thing we needed to do?" She was impatient to either move ahead with their plan or move on.
Amanda looked at her quizzically "Thing? What thing?"
Wylder shot her a look. "You know. That thing. That we were talking about earlier? Don't you think we should get to that?"
"Ohhhhh, right! The thing." Wylder sighed internally. Jesus, for such a smart woman Amanda could be downright stupid when her libido kicked into high gear.
Amanda looked at Michael. "Listen Michael, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but Wyl and I were wondering if you might be interested in going on a road trip with us this weekend?"
Michael's jaw dropped. What the hell?
"A road trip?"
Amanda smiled warmly. "Yeah, you know, to get to know each other better. Wylder could bring some of her gear ..." Wylder gave Amanda a sharp look which she ignored "... maybe get some shots of you. We're heading to Sedona which is a great place for outdoor shoots. On us, our treat!"
Michael ran his hand through his hair. Was this weird? Felt a little weird, maybe even a little scary. He didn't know these women. What if they were really some kind of cult members? Or serial killers? That card Amanda gave him could have been a complete phony.
