Casablanca Threesome
I don't know why I always manage to get laid to
Casablanca.
That movie is something of a panty dropper for me. It's something of a romantic film. I mean, what red-blooded male isn't attracted to Ingrid Bergman. She's a ten in that movie, and with good reason. I guess the classics are just something that are timeless, and timeless has gotten me laid...but nothing like this. It's so far, my only threesome, but I wouldn't say no to another.
It started with my then wife, we'll call her Amy, made a friend, which we will call Lisa. Lisa and I had a lot in common. Amy was a looker herself, and we both had discussed having a threesome before. But what I didn't know what that Amy and Lisa had
already discussed it amongst themselves.
I guess being in the dark was kind of a good thing for me.
Amy and I lived in a studio apartment downtown in a major city on the East Coast. We had a futon for a bed, and a couple of bookcases, as well as a small table. As an apartment, it was no-frills, and kind of meh, but it was affordable on my paltry salary.
It was a weekend day, mid-spring, and with a slight breeze, and just warm enough to encourage the ladies to wear the tight-fitting t-shirts we boys like. Lisa was wearing a tartan patterned short dress, and a button-down blouse that didn't leave a ton to the imagination. Amy, she was wearing jeans that flattered her very shapely ass, as well as a t-shirt that I knew she wore when she was telling me "Fuck me" in so many words.
Both ladies were brunettes with brown eyes. Amy was more curvaceous, and taller, with some of the largest breasts I'd ever seen. Her hair was curly, and down almost to her waist. Lisa was smaller, with shorter hair, straight and off the shoulder. Both ladies were giving me smoldering glances all day. By the time we hit the local sports bar for a couple of beers. I was hard. Like "burst out of my pants" hard. After a beer or two, Amy coyly suggested we head back to the apartment to catch a movie. Casablanca. Lisa had never seen it. I shrugged, thinking nothing of it.
The walk back to the apartment calmed me down a bit. At least it wasn't painfully obvious anymore. Both ladies were walking in front of me, whispering to each other and having a good laugh. My attention was on their swaying asses. I've always preferred a shapely ass to tits - just a preference thing. When we got to the apartment, I let us in, and set up the DVD player (it was 2011, Netflix streaming was a dream at this point).
I then lay down in front of the futon, thinking I'd let the ladies have the futon. I thought I would be the gentleman and take the floor in front of the futon. But it wasn't long before both ladies motioned me onto the futon
between
them. Lisa was on my right, Amy on my left. My cock betrayed me through my cargo pants again, and Amy's hand drifted down on top of it, gently squeezing it.
She then turned to Lisa and said "Oh my, look what we have here. Do you think he knows what we have planned?"
Lisa licked her lips, "Sam's pretty clueless, Amy. Remember the story about your first date when you flashed him your tits?"
"Guess I'd better tell him what we have planned then? No?" Amy's smile widened. She was regarding me, and Lisa like slabs of steak.