Melanie and I fell into a routine.
I started staying over at her place so often that my own apartment became little more than a place to keep my extra clothes.
We would fuck constantly. No occasion was off limits. In the shower, obviously. And occasionally she's jerk me off in the bath or I'd finger her until she squirted into her bubble bath. She's suck my cock while we watched tv, while I ate breakfast, and I'd eat her out while she was sending email. I'd rake her from behind while she cooked, nude with nothing on but an apron, and she wouldn't even let the sauce stick. We'd fuck on the washing machine while we did the delicates.
We continued to experiment. We'd take turns tying each other up, or down. We'd ride each other around wearing leashes and dog collars. One night, after weeks of fingering her asshole deeper and deeper, I successfully shoved my entire cock in and fucked her ass until I came rivers. We fucked against the window with the lights on. I fingered her at the movies.
But there was a boundary hovering off on the horizon which had been mentioned, but not approached: fucking other people.
Now, I'm an open minded guy. I believe in love, sure. And I think a soul-mate is a nice idea. But I don't necessarily think it's realistic that you'll fuck one person for the rest of your life. I mean, I was exclusive and monogamous with Hope, and look where that got me. They call it a dead bed.
Melanie is different. For one, our connection is physical, and powerful. There's really no one I want more than her. But this is all theoretical. Would I be able to go through with fucking another woman, even with her blessing? What about the guilt? And what about the jealousy if she hooked up with someone else?
But of course, Melanie had the solution.
"We do it together," she offered, as if I was dense not to think of it.
"What, like a threesome?"
"Yeah. But no one calls it a 'threesome'. It's not the 70's."
"Okay, So how does it work?"
"It's not so complicated. We meet a prospective partner, hang out, see if there's chemistry. If there is, they'll be as interested as we are."
"So like, meet someone in a bar?"
"I mean, sure. Or a sex club. Or online. But I actually have someone in mind for our first time."
"First time??"
"Well sure. If we like it." She wrapped her arm around my waist and started rubbing my cock through my pants. "Picture it: me and another woman, lying on the bad ,our tongues buried in each other's pussies. You come over, cock all hard, and climb in there. Two horny big-totted bitches sucking your cock at the same time. Taking turns fucking us. summing all over our big hungry titties. We lick it off each other and kiss..."
I was hard as a redwood.
"And that's just for starters. The world is out oyster. Have you even been with another guy?"
"No, but I guess I've thought about it."
"What's the big deal? Categories of gay and straight are so old fashioned. why miss out on life's experiences. I bet you'd love playing with another cock. Everyone should get to give a blowjob at some point in their life."
I had to admit I was curious, but trepidatious. This was a lot of new for me. But I was game.
"Let's start with your friend. Who did you have in mind?"
"You'll love her. Here."
She showed me a photo. The woman was tall, tan, with broad shoulder, thick legs, huge breasts, a big strong ass as short bleach-blonde hair. She looked very sexy.
"Where do you know her from?"
"We've fooled around before. Her name is Beth. She's the best."
"Well, call her up!"
"Oh, it is on."
*******
Arrangements were made. I wasn't a big drinker but I had a couple of glasses of wine in preparation for the big night. Melanie was horny as hell and showing it, bumping her ass against my crotch and saying "oops" over and over throughout the evening. But I was nervous and kept saying we shouldn't start without our guest.
Finally there was a knock on the door around 8:00pm. Melanie was dressed down, just wearing a pair of loose sweat shorts and a tank top with no bra, meaning her big tits were swinging wildly, nipples absurdly erect, as she pranced to the door to answer it. Right away I could see I was in for quite a night.
Beth was huge. She stood over 6 feet and was thick. Her legs were sturdy, strong, like telephone poles. Her ass was massive and firm. Her shoulders and arms made it obvious she lifted weights. But despite all of this braun she was fat enough to give her a smooth, soft exterior. And her tits were like melons, protruding ludicrously off her chest. She had an even all-over tan and was totally shaved.
She was carrying a leather gym bag on her back, the strap flossing between her mammoth breasts. She bent down and wrapped an arm around Melanie's waist and they Frenched for a full minute. My jeans were getting tight.
"This is Beth," she said with a perky excitement.
"Hi, it's really nice to meet you."
I held out a hand.
"Come here."
