Ok. He’s asked me before; and I always said:
“Yeah, sure.“ But now we’re at this party.
“He” would be Chris, my fiancé. And he’s serious, this guy he met wants to do it. Have a threesome with us. I’m thinking, “Shit. Do I really want to?” Chris looks at me, waiting for an answer.
We’ve been here a while. Drinking, talking, having a good time. I had no idea he was going to do this. I’m a little surprised, but not shocked. He talks about it enough.
“Oh, what the hell.” I scold myself. “When am I going to get another shot at this? Besides, nobody’s going to know about this except Chris, this random guy, and me.”
“What the fuck.” I say to Chris. “Why not? But let me see him first. Am I going to hate him?”
“No,“ he grins at me “Wait till you see. That’s why I thought of this. I was getting another beer and there he was, and I just thought ‘Miranda would love him. Hell, if I was gay, I would love him. So I pointed you out and asked him. The guy took one look at you and said yes.” he laughs. I roll my eyes.
“So? Where is this superman?”
“His name’s Mike. He’s the one by the keg, talking to Sarah.
Well I look; and I know that I cant act too happy; cause Chris might worry and call the whole thing off; but damn he looks good. Better then I ever expected in this situation.
Trying not to look too excited, I smile at Chris.
“Cool. Let’s go.“ Chris just gives me that grin of his.
“Meet us upstairs in Dan’s room.“ he says. Dan is Chris’ younger brother, and one of our hosts. I nod agreement, and watch him walk over to the guy. I never miss an opportunity to watch Chris walk; it’s like watching a sculpture come to life. I’m a lucky girl.
I sigh, then head upstairs.
I’m feeling pretty good, tipsy but not drunk. Looking around, I kick off my sandals and lounge on the queen size bed.
Here come Chris and Mike, both looking delicious; and suddenly I can’t wait.
Chris introduces us, and we study each other for a moment. His green eyes are so pretty, you would swear they belong to a girl. There’s no embarrassment in them, which I like. I also like the way they caress me from head to toe. I shiver a little with the inspection.
Since Chris is the one who wanted this so bad, he starts getting undressed. It’s a little odd, but not enough to make me reconsider. He takes off his shirt, and as usual I enjoy the sight of his hairless chest, his athletic body. Nicely cut, but no bulging muscles, beautiful. He catches my eye and grins.
He comes and kisses me thoroughly, and I respond in kind. His full lips cover mine, his hands slide under my long, auburn hair and through it. I lose myself in it, not sure how to go about getting Mike involved, but Chris stops.
“Go kiss him, hon.” He says, and looks me in the eyes.
So I walk over to him, feeling a little funny. But he flashes a smile, showing the kind of dimples I always want to kiss, and I relax. I didn’t realize how much taller then me he was, I’m 5’4” and he has almost eight inches on me, so he leans down and meets me part way. He kisses me gently at first, then harder, and he’s a fantastic kisser, so now it’s easy. His curly brown hair brushes my forehead. We break apart and he looks at me closely, then lifts my hair off my neck and kisses me there.
“You’re beautiful.” he whispers, as he lets my hair fall. He kisses me again.
He runs his hands over me, down my back. Under my shirt. Gathering my skirt in his hands, he raises it to my waist and cups my ass in his hands.
I feel Chris come up behind me. Mike’s still kissing me, and now Chris moves my hair and kisses the back of my neck. Shivers run through me. His hands slide over me, around to my front, where they hold my breasts.
“Ok, I could get used to this.” I’m thinking. It feels so nice. Hands all over. Mouths too. Yum.
My skirt is up to my waist with Mike holding it there. Chris moves his hands down, slides my panties off me. I step out of them, and Mike grabs my bare ass...hauling me up against him.
His cock is hard and pushing against my stomach, and Chris steps back and looks at us.
“Oh god.“ he moans, and I stop kissing Mike long enough to grind back against him. “Take your shirt off too, love.” he says softly. So I do.
I’m wearing no bra because I hate them, and Mike’s eyes go to my chest. He breathes in sharply as I stand there watching his reaction. I know I have a nice pair, I’ve been told it often; but the feeling of a man admiring them never lessens. He looks at my naked body and almost growls at me, then pulls me close to him again and kisses me deeply. Chris pushes against me from behind, and now the two of them are skin to skin against me. Chris moves his hands up and down the outside of my thighs. He’s hard as a rock now, I can feel him against my lower back.