"No WAY!" Amanda exclaimed. "With who?"
"The first time was with a girl we picked up in a bar," Marge said. "The second time it was a woman I was friendly with in yoga class."
"And he, you know, did stuff with you and them?"
"That's the idea behind a three-way isn't it? It was fun. It wasn't like he was cheating because I was right there. We talked about it a bit beforehand. I'm telling you, it was pretty damn fun."
Amanda stared open mouthed across the centerpiece of the restaurant table at her friend. They met often and gossiped and talked about relationships and work and clothes and, sometimes, sex. Amanda had revealed that it seemed like her boyfriend, Andy, predominantly liked to watch three-way porn. Marge revealed back that she had a couple three-way experiences with one of her boyfriends a while back.
"And would you, um, do stuff with the girl?"
"Yeah, but nothing heavy. It was more about him. He was the center of attention. Grab a boob, a little kissing, a little fingering. The yoga chick did go down on me for a bit. I didn't hate it, but..." she trailed off.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you. No wonder you've had so many boyfriends."
The restaurant was crowded and there were people sitting at tables near enough that if they paid attention, they could catch the drift of the conversation between Amanda and Marge, but Amanda had become so enthralled that she didn't care, and her voice rose with her incredulity.
"Cheated on me. Loved his car more than me. Loved TV more than me," Marge was counting on her fingers as she listed the reasons for her breakups. "Loved the couch more than me. Had a really weird and close relationship with his mom. Christ, Homer," -Amanda snickered at the mention of Homer-"lasted longer than all of them put together. If anything the crazy sex stuff kept us going longer than the relationship should have lasted. That one ended because he wanted to have kids and I wasn't ready."
"Kids? I thought you said he wanted a dog."
"Well it was a dog, but I knew where that was going: first a dog, then a kid. I could have put him off longer, but he had to actually go and buy a dog. Stupid little purse dog. I wonder what ever happened to that little shit."
"Wow, Marge, that is something. I had no idea. Still, I don't know if I could convince Andy to do something like that. I mean I did all the girl make out stuff you're required to do in college when I was drunk and stuff, but that's as far as it went." Amanda paused for a moment. "She went down on you? How was that?"
"It didn't suck AT ALL. I wouldn't go out looking for a dyke to dive into my muff because I really like the boy parts, but in that particular case, I had the boy toy to play with too." Marge signaled for another round of margaritas and pantomimed drinking a shot to their waiter across the room.
"What about Tom," Angela asked, "do you guys do anything like that now?"
Tom and Marge had been living together for a year or so. He was tall and handsome, just the way Marge liked her men. Plus he had fashion sense and managed their money well. It had become "their" money after they moved in together without too much discussion. As long as Marge had enough for a very minor shopping spree once in a while and drinks whenever she wanted, Tom could do whatever he wanted with her money. He paid attention to Marge like no other boyfriend of hers Amanda had met, but Marge always acted like she was the mature one, then one carrying the relationship.
"Tom? Oh hell no. I feel like I'm holding on to that man-sized cock with a boy-brain by a thread. If I uncorked that bottle, I don't think I'd be able to put it back in until there was nothing left. Although..." She trailed off.
"What?" Amanda asked. Marge was openly appraising her with a smirk on her face.
"Tom is pretty fond of your tits. He hasn't said anything directly, but sometimes he mentions how nice you look, usually after we've been at the beach or you have some slutty tank top on or something. I always catch him staring. He thinks he's getting away with it."
Amanda blushed. More so because she knew Tom stared at her boobs all the time and didn't try to discourage him.
The drinks came and Marge went right for the shot of tequila, downing it without ceremony or routine. Amanda did the same but couldn't help making a face when she did.
"I think we should gang up on Andy," Marge said as she slammed her shot glass on the table. "He's cute, he TOTALLY loves you, I think he likes me OK and I think he's great. We all get along, so it would be a blast. Man, he would love you so hard."
"No way," Amanda was incredulous. "Really? You think so? I mean, how...What would...I couldn't...Really?"
"He's giving you a signal with all the three-way porn. Let me ask you, is it usually guy-guy-girl or girl-girl-guy?"
"I don't know, I suppose it's both, but maybe just a little more of the girl-girl-guy stuff." Amanda answered.
She was blown away that they were even having this discussion. Her sex life with Andy was great. They had been together for almost 5 years and still had pretty good sex at least once a week. They had spontaneous sex sometimes, and they both got off on watching porn as foreplay. But actually bringing another girl into the picture, or another guy? She hadn't thought of it as something that could really happen to her or anyone she knew, but if she was honest, when they would watch the movies, she didn't have too much trouble fantasizing about her being in one of those scenes. She had wondered what it must feel like for those women who are getting attention from two men at once.
On top of that, she and Marge had been friends for years, since just after college when the wild times were fueled by money earned at grown up jobs. Although they had slept in the same bed so many times Amanda couldn't count, she had never thought of her friend as a potential sexual playmate. She was almost certain that Andy had probably fantasized about Marge and her ample tits and shapely, firm ass. She didn't slight him for it. She couldn't believe she was even letting these thoughts roll around in her head.
"Ahhhh, you're thinking about it!" Marge said as she pointed a finger at Amanda. "It should be easy. You just tell him 'hey Andy, I'm going to bring a friend over to come in our bed with us and you can do stuff to both of us and we'll both do stuff to you. OK?' What's he going to say?"
