I'm not sure I remember how we got here. An evening of wine and more wine had done its job on our sensibilities and the four of us were a little loud and a lot playful as Beau pulled out a pair of dice from the guest room chest drawer and his girlfriend Amie giggled.
They had a quaint home in the ProvenΓ§al countryside, appointed with French curiosities and antiquities to break up the otherwise contemporary style. You and Amie were sitting on the small settee, close enough that your shoulder leaned on hers - a closeness that had been building all night. I sat at the foot of the bed, the only other sitting spot in the room. A pair of lamps provided a moody light in this late evening hour. The churchtower chimed midnight at least half an hour ago, but we weren't tired.
"I know that we agreed you could stay here if we could see you make beautiful love," Beau said with a hint of mischief. "Amie and I forgot to tell you we also like to give a show. Perhaps to you?"
Amie looked at you and you smiled. Her French features and dark hair made her already slim figure appear even more petite and in the few hours since we'd met them, you'd grown increasingly willing to take and give her compliments. She was pretty. Not beautiful like you, but pretty in her own way.
"What are you proposing?" You asked teasingly. Looking at me in a way that said everything from "I can't believe we're doing this" to "please don't pass out".
Beau smiled. "I think we ask the dice," he said revealing the sexual glyphs on them. "I will roll and do to Amie, to get you warmed up. Then you will roll and do three times to Jodie." When he said your name, you sighed audibly, though it's unclear if in anticipation or the touch of Amie's hand squeezing your knee. His sexy French accent probably didn't help.
He didn't really ask, but then we didn't really object, so I suppose that's how it started. He rolled the dice to show him on his knees before her. She smiled and stood, holding onto you as she kicked one boot off, then the other, and slid a pair of red silk panties from beneath her skirt and deposited them on the floor in front of the sofa. When she sat back down it was into a deep slouch, her legs apart seemingly intentionally aimed to give me an unfettered view of her flush pussy while Beau slid his shirt off then knelt bare-chested before her.
As he kissed his was from her knee up her thigh, she wriggled with delight and nestled against you, her head against your chest. He teasingly kissed all around her blushing mound before she finally grabbed his head and guided him. As his tongue made contact with her exposed clit, she gasped and reached up to kiss you, holding your head from behind, locking her lips in an unexpectedly passionate liplock.
The surprise that flashed across your eyes was replaced in a moment. You looked at me, desperate to read whether I was okay and I winked reassuringly at you. "Once in a lifetime", we had whispered an hour earlier in anticipation. With that you gave in, kissing Amie passionately as she moaned beneath Beau's circling tongue.
Her shirt was loose and she didn't wear a bra, which made easy work for your hands to find her breasts. Caressing her nipples to the rhythm of her breath, you slid capably from gentle caresses to rough grabs and back, an increasingly passionate touch as Amie's body writhed on you. She exposed her neck and you kissed your way down to her shoulder.