Lacy was a little pissed when I hung up with her. She had expected to be meeting me after I wrapped up with my work. It was Friday and she was ready to unwind from a long week with a few drinks and laughs at our favorite jazz lounge. When I called her, I asked her to just meet me at my place instead. I was running a little later than expected and definitely wanted to go straight home to get cleaned up and decide how I felt from there. She reluctantly agreed and step one of my plan was now in place.
Gary was a friend but a relatively new one. He came on board a project that I had been doing about five months ago. We hit off right away. He was a good associate; always professional when it really mattered yet when it didn’t we shared a similar sense of humor. He was almost as tall as I am and kept himself in good shape by playing racquetball. The biggest difference between us in style was he wore glasses and had more of that “clean-cut/all American” look that I never really went for. Prior to this week I had never really considered whether I thought he was attractive or not but, he was my final choice. Step two was now in place.
You see I knew she had thought about it… having sex with a black man that is. Lacy had never experienced any form of inter-racial sex and I knew she was curious. She had never experienced anything unconventional for that matter. We had often talked about a threesome while sharing our fantasies and I figured if we’re going to actually do this; “why not kill two birds with one stone?”
Gary had never engaged in anything like this either. He had seen a few pictures of Lacy that I had shown him and I knew he was hot for her. After sharing a particular story with him one day, about how she sucked my cock so wildly while I told her she was a “nasty slut” and how I knew “she would like to have two cocks fucking her at the same time.” It was then I knew he would “go for it” if the opportunity presented itself. I made it clear to him that this was a bit of a “crap shoot” though. It’s one thing to “talk” about it and a whole other thing to actually get naked and do it. He understood that “no meant no” and that if she started to “freak out” or anything that we would just be cool and back off. Other than that we were both incredible excited at the possibility of banging the shit out of this “would be” little cock whore.
Lacy appeared to still be pissed when I first walked into the apartment. She was watching the news on television when we arrived. Hearing me enter she jumped up and was ready to give me an earful until she saw Gary step in behind me.
“Hi love, this is Gary.” “Gary this is Lacy.”
Lacy’s expression changed to one of surprise as she approached and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Gary said excitedly.
“After telling Gary what we were up to he expressed an interest in joining us so I invited him along.” “I didn’t think that you would mind.”
“No, not at all,” Lacy said, “you’re more than welcome.”
Gary continued, “I’ve heard at lot about you and I’m glad to finally meet you in person.”
“Oh really…” Lacy replied giving me a little bit of a look.
“Lacy would you mine entertaining our guest while I go freshen up a bit?”
“No problem; you go right ahead and I’ll fix us some drinks,” she said politely.
Leaving them I went to take a shower and get changed. About twenty minutes later I returned to the living room to find them sitting casually on the sofa laughing and getting along like old friends. Still not sure exactly how I wanted to proceed I said,
“So, shall we head out to the lounge?”
Lacy jumped up saying, ”I’m ready.”
“If it’s okay, I’d like to use your facilities to freshen up a bit myself before we go,” asked Gary.
I told him of course he could and showed him were everything was that he would need.
While Gary was cleaning up I took the opportunity to broach the subject of my plan with Lacy. Initially she seemed to be shocked and a little aggravated. In explaining to her, I made it clear that there was no pressure. That if this was something that she wanted to stay in the realm of fantasy, then that’s where it would stay, no problem. If she truly wanted to explore her desire, that this would be as safe an environment as possible. I told her not to answer now. We can go out have a few drinks, unwind, enjoy ourselves and if she felt so inclined that the opportunity was there for her if she wanted. And that if she didn’t bring it up, than no one else would either.
Just then Gary emerged refreshed and all ready to go. He asked,
“Are we all ready then?”
Lacy looked me right in the eye and said,
“I’m ready; are you ready?”
I looked at her and responded, “let’s go then.”
We all headed out the door and took a cab over to the lounge.
The lounge was perfect. It is dimly light with a variety of soft colored lights, lava lamps and different types of candles. It has a stylish hand crafted bar. There are an array of various seating areas; upholstered benches along one wall; big overstuffed chairs; all with little cocktail tables and votive candles to add to the relaxing seductive atmosphere. Of course we had to sit in our favorite place. Along the back wall was a section of custom made couches built right in to the wall. Each had it own cocktail table and fine natural colored curtains hung in between each section making semi-private little booths. The music was great, a nice combination of soulful-blues and contemporary jazz. One of the eclectic things that I loved about this place was that there was no dance floor but that didn’t stop people from dancing if they wanted too. People would just start dancing were ever they were, just one couple or a group, it didn’t matter. Some people were dancing at the end of the bar. Others were dancing by the tables where they were seated. Gary and I took turns dancing with Lacy right in our own little area.
We continued to have drinks, dance, laugh and enjoy some lively conversation through most of the night. Lacy was being the insatiable flirt that she naturally is which just added to the fun we were all having. I have to admit that underneath it all was this extra-added excitement of what might happen. Was she going to or not? She never gave an indication one-way or the other. Gary had gone to use the men’s room and Lacy used the moment to straddle my lap so she could give me a passionate wet kiss.
“I’m feeling so hot right now,” she said.
I reached down in between her wide spread legs to feel the warm moisture that was waiting there for some attention. She slowly undulated her hips saying,
