Chapter 1
I pondered my situation, soaping my hard cock in the shower cubicle, resisting the urge to jerk off again. I ran different scenarios though my mind, about how my conversation with Laura might sound to her, and how I could get her agreement to a threesome replay.
Deep in thought, the shower door opened causing me to jump out of my skin and drop the soap.
Laura laughed. "Sorry hun, I didn't mean to scare you -- ooohh, you look like you've been waiting for me, big boy!" she continued, looking down to my groin.
A little embarrassed that she might have thought that she'd caught me jerking in the shower, I kind of broached the subject on my mind.
"I was just thinking about Matt" I told her.
Her face flushed, as she replied "And not of me?"
She looked annoyed, then shocked at what she thought I'd meant.
"NO!" I hastily added "I meant about what we all got up to." This was a half truth again.
She visibly calmed, but I could have kicked myself for missing the opportunity to tell her what I'd really had in mind. I DID want another meeting of bodies and minds between us all, but wanted to take as much an active role with Matt as well as Laura.
"Listen, let me finish in here. Give me five minutes -- I need to discuss something with you" I told her.
Laura's expression altered to take on a worried look, but I didn't know how I could ease her.
"OK, I'll wait downstairs" she replied, turning her back on me and heading out of the bathroom door before she showed how upset she was.
I quickly washed the suds off my body, and grabbed a towel, knocking off the shower. Getting dried and dressed as quickly as I could, I went down to speak with Laura.
She was sat in the lounge, staring out of the window with an anxious look on her face.
On hearing me enter the room, she looked away from the window and up at me, tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, James." she cried. Her mind had obviously been in overdrive whilst she sat alone.
"Why? I asked, confused.
"The situation with Matt, I feel so guilty about you catching us. I know how things went from there, but Matt forced you to watch. He belittled you, and it's my entire fault!" she sobbed as tears welled up and rolled down her cheek.
I moved towards her, my arms open as a hugging gesture, my face sorrowful for instigating her anguish. As I sat down besides her, I kissed her cheek tenderly and put my arms around her shoulders.
"Laura, I enjoyed the whole thing," I said soothingly "and love you so much. But I do want to discuss what happens next"
She looked warily into my eyes sending pang of guilt through me.
"I know that we discussed this after I'd caught you both, and we can't change the events of that day. But we can change our minds about whether we want a repeat performance, can't we?" I tentatively enquired.
Laura looked slightly bewildered by my question, but listened intently.
I spoke to her about my initial rage, and about my subsequent lust, she told me of how it had all come about, how she had felt once I'd caught them, and how Matt AND I had made her feel during the aftermath. We talked for about half an hour before I was finally able to guide the conversation to my bi-curious nature (you know by now that I was more than curious, but Laura didn't).
"I positively loved seeing Matt's huge prick sliding into your pussy." I finally told her "I would love to know what it felt like, with him buried so deeply. Do women ever wonder what it's like to have a cock?" I innocently (!) asked.
"I have, now and again" she replied.
"And what does it taste like? How does it feel to you, in your hand or your mouth?"
She caught on pretty quickly.
"You should know -- you've got one yourself!" she replied sharply.
"Yeah, I know, but it's not like I can suck it myself, is it?"
"Well maybe you should try it sometime." she responded. I'm sure I detected a bit of intrigue in her voice, and I know I definitely detected a stirring in my jeans when she continued "In fact, perhaps Matt will facilitate your curiosity! Then again, perhaps he won't -- we may never know"
I was almost there. Skirting the issue of whether Matt would or wouldn't let me suck him off (yes was the most definite answer, I already knew), I pressed on.
"So do you think we should try this threesome thing again?" I asked eagerly, looking directly at her, wide eyed and hopeful.
"I'm game, but we all have to be on equal terms this time, I really think that Matt was much too domineering. I don't want him feel that he can belittle you again, despite that cock he has" she asserted.
Great!!! I had Laura's agreement -- indeed, her permission to feel free and let myself go.
"OK, I'll have to speak to Matt about him joining us again." I finished, getting up from the sofa, butterflies in my stomach. I was not only excited for myself, but for Laura too. We were going to go to town on our young neighbour and all have the time of our lives.
That night, Laura decided to utilise her mini vibrator on me. Although she had never done this before, I allowed her to massage my arse with it, and even let her slip the tip in gently to vibrate on my prostate -- with the help of a bit of lube, of course! I think that she was a bit dazed by my reaction to the anal stimulation and the amount of fluid I later produced.....
Chapter 2
The next day I anxiously looked out for Matt, trying to keep up with his whereabouts, but failed. And the next day. And the next.
I was getting more disappointed as each day slipped past, catching him either already in his car and driving off, or watching his back as he walked up the side of the drive and around the corner to his house. This was so frustrating!! This went on for about ten days, with Laura getting agitated too.
The summer was well underway; we were into the end of June already. Driving back from work one evening, I called into the local corner shop, picking up a bottle of red wine to enjoy with Laura on the patio. My spirits were high and the weather was warm enough for us to sit outside until after dark and enjoy each other's company before I took my wife to bed.
Mr Jhadav asked about the kids and Laura and I about his daughter (not without blushing) then made my way home.
I parked the car down the road again, and walked the rest of the way to my house, calling out for Laura as I stepped through the front door.
"I'm in the garden" I heard her call through the opened patio doors.
I walked out to the kitchen as I took off my tie, collected a corkscrew and a couple of glasses, and made my way out to the garden with the items plus wine.
As I rounded the corner from the side kitchen door, I saw Laura sat at the table, chatting to her guest. It was Matt!
Smiling broadly, I approached the pair, and set everything I carried onto the table.
"James has something to ask you" were the first words out of her mouth. No "Hi" or "how was your day?" - She just went straight in.
Matt looked expectantly at me.
"Fancy a glass of wine?" I asked, thrown off by Laura's directness.
"Not for me, thanks." he grimaced as he replied. "I'm more of a lager boy."
Asking if he wanted a lager but getting a refusal, I sat down next to Laura, opposite Matt, inspecting his face. He really was a handsome guy. His eyes were a smouldering brown with thick dark lashes sweeping from them, topped by perfect eyebrows. It seemed all the rage these days, for guys to have them waxed. Whether his were, who cared! His nose was perfectly proportioned for his face, and he had nice, full lips -- cock-sucker lips, I'd call them on a girl. All that AND wonderfully clear skin. How close to perfect could anyone be?
"I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me and Laura out" I started.
"How?" Matt replied.
I then told him about how much we had enjoyed our session with him, that our sex life had improved no end and how keen we both were to try it again. As I spoke, his eyes widened and he listened intently.
After spelling out how we wanted his help -- leaving out the part where I wanted to suck him off again, Laura still didn't know that I already had on two occasions -- I laid down the ground rules; no domination (unless specified), no meant no if any one of us wasn't comfortable with what was happening, and not to tell a soul about our arrangement.
Matt was more than happy to join in, in the name of assisting us, of course, and agreed immediately.
"Right, when can we start?" I asked excitedly.
"Well I can't for at least a fortnight" he replied.
I must have looked bitterly disappointed as he smirked then quickly added "Just joking!! So how about tomorrow evening?"
That was settled.
