Jean and I had been together for around three years when we had our first experiences involving other people, except for a little mild exhibitionism. We had made love in public places and she had experimented with short skirts and no panties, giving a brief flash as if by accident to lucky strangers. We were curious about what others got up to in their intimate moments and what their bodies looked like. This curiosity drew us to visit porno cinemas and peep shows a few times, even a nude beach.
In the cinemas nearly all of the customers were men, but if we spotted a couple we would sit in the same row, a couple of seats away. There were never more than a few people there, and you couldn't see much in the dark, but most would have a coat or something on their lap and it didn't take much imagination to guess what was going on. We did the same, masturbating one another through our clothes under cover, once exchanging glances with another couple similarly engaged. They weren't anxious to talk though and we went our separate ways when we were finished.
The peep shows were fun, grubby private booths smelling of disinfectant and littered with crumpled tissues. There was a kind of letter box at eye level. You fed a coin slot, and the flap opened to reveal an attractive girl stripping and doing a masturbation show. Jean would pull my cock out and wank me as we watched, talking dirty and rubbing until I came and added my contribution to the sticky mess already on the floor and walls. I reciprocated in a similar place aimed at the gay market.
Jean loved to look at cocks, and this was where she had her first sight of a real live erect penis, other than mine. It made her very aroused, and since she wore a skirt and sweater, no panties or bra for these outings, I had easy access to her. I frigged her from behind, kissing her neck and caressing her breast with my other hand under her sweater, as she enjoyed the sight of the impressively hung (and moustachioed) guy playing with himself.
"God, he's got a huge cock. Do you think he's going to cum soon?" She asked.
"Put more money in, I want to see him cum!"
But it never happened.
We enjoyed these experiences, though never discussed them in any depth. It was just something we did from time to time, and it was kind of artificial and anonymous, not quite part of real life. However, within a couple of months we had two encounters, both of which were unplanned and unlooked for, but they just happened. This is the story of the first of them.
It was Jeans birthday and we threw a party at my flat, the guests being a mix of college friends and some of her old friends from home. One of these was a dark haired girl called Susan. We hadn't met before, but hit it off straight away. She was lively and confident, fun to talk to and had an athletic build, long legs, slim, and smallish but shapely breasts. She was one of those women who seemed equally, if not more, at ease socializing with men as women. I like that and was immediately attracted to her, probably the first time I had really noticed another woman since I had been with Jean. There was a little flirting, and we danced. Jean was pleased we were getting along so well.
The party wound down in the early hours. The local guests mostly made their unsteady ways home while Jeans friends from home gradually crashed where they could. My flatmate and I were the last ones standing, having a final drink in the kitchen. When we called it a night I headed for my room, and was not altogether surprised to find the double bed occupied by Jean and her old friend Susan.
"You don't mind do you? All the chairs and sofas are taken and she can't doss on the floor," said Jean.
Jean and I usually slept naked, but the girls both had their bras (and, I presumed, Panties on).
"I don't mind at all." I grinned.
I undressed down to my boxers and made to slip in between the girls, but Jean rolled into the middle, and said.
"Hey, don't get any ideas, this isn't an orgy, just making best use of the space we have!"
The girls giggled, a little drunk, and I slid quickly in beside Jean, glad to pull the covers over the growing erection that was becoming difficult to hide.
"Oh well, can't blame me for trying! Anyway, weren't you ever told it's nice to share?"
I turned the lamp off and cuddled up to Jean, who was facing away from me, and pushed my erection against her buttocks. The girls were talking quietly as I rubbed myself discreetly, I thought, against Jean. She didn't make any objection. I was sure she was as turned on by the situation as I was. I wanted something to happen, but needed a signal from the girls, even just a slight hint of encouragement, that they were up for it.
Susan suddenly piped up.
"Hey, what are you two up to, don't you know it's rude to be getting it on in company unless everyone is invited to join in!"
There it was! The tone was light and humorous, but I didn't doubt that she was up for something. I had been pretty sure of Susan, and after all Jean had invited her to share our bed, so ....
The girls giggled again, and I was on the point of saying, "well come on over here, then," but Jean beat me to it and killed the moment, moving away from me and snapping,
"We're not; he's just a bit frisky because he's drunk and he'll be sleeping on the floor if he doesn't settle down."
There was no ambivalence in her tone, so that was that. I was glad I hadn't been bolder; it could have turned really messy.
The conversation died away and we slept.
I was woken quite early by Jean getting out of bed. It was around dawn and the room was getting light.
"Just going for a pee, so behave yourself while I'm gone," she whispered in my ear. My early morning hard on was sticking out of my boxers and she gave me a friendly tug as she extricated herself from the covers as quietly as she could so as not to disturb Susan, who was apparently sleeping soundly.
As soon as Jean was gone, I looked over at Susan. The covers were around her waist, and I couldn't resist giving my cock a squeeze as I admired her pretty face and toned body, her lovely breasts barely covered by her little white bra. As I looked and squeezed, her eyes suddenly flicked open and stared straight into mine.
"I hope I didn't upset Jean last night," she said quietly.
"No," I replied. "I'm sure she didn't take what you said seriously."
"I meant it you know." Susan replied, smiling and propping herself up on her elbow, moving a little closer to me. I discreetly let go of my cock.
"I know, but Jean obviously wasn't up for it so that's it. I love her and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her or damage our relationship."
"But what about you, were you up for some fun Jim?"
Her hand reached under the covers and came to rest on my thigh.
"Not unless jean wanted it," I lied.
Susan's hand moved up my thigh. I should have stopped her, but I didn't and she took my erection in her hand, stroking it gently.
Shit. This was getting dangerous. Why didn't I just tell her to forget it? Because I was enjoying it too much of course! But it was going nowhere; Jean would be back in a minute. The three way wasn't going to happen, and I didn't really want to cheat on Jean anyway, at least not to get caught.
"That's a shame. It feels as if you're up for it, whatever you say. Do you mind if I have a look?"
