I grinned at Shane as he poured me another drink. My feet were in Meg's lap, her hands absently moving over my legs. Shane's fingers touched mine when he gave me the drink, and his smile widened when he saw the slight fluttering of my eyelids that I couldn't quite hide.
This sexual tension had been building for an hour and a half, ever since I'd come over for 'a few drinks.' It had started with subtle flirting and moved onto this long drawn out anticipation. I'd discussed the threesome idea with Meg before, and each of us knew it was going to happen. Meg and I were shivering every time we touched each other, or he touched us, and had slowly moved into that submissive headspace where we hung on his every movement and word, anticipated his needs.. When he wanted a fresh drink, we would both jump up to get it for him.
After what felt like forever, Shane stood, and came around to the back of my chair. He leaned down so that his mouth was against my ear and murmured "You and my wife are going to go into the bedroom now. When I come in, you're both going to be naked, and sitting on the bed. Go."
We walked up the hallway, holding hands, stopping once when she pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, her hands roaming my body, my fingers tangled in the incredible mass of her black hair, pulling her mouth against mine. Our thighs were rubbing against each others when we heard Shane laughing from the other end of the hallway: "I can't trust you two for a second. Bedroom. Now. Go."
We went. When we were in the bedroom, the lamp dim in the corner, we undressed each other almost chastely... almost. Her fingers brushed my nipple, the palm of my hand cupped her ass for a moment... but we behaved rather well. We sat on the bed with our hands touching... waiting.
When he came in, it was as though the room had filled with a static charge. It wasn't so much him, as what he signified. We both straightened and he smiled. He sat in the armchair in the corner and spoke quietly.
