I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Never in a million years did I think that foreplay would take this form. My friend and lover Anya was lying next to me naked in my bed telling me about her secret fantasy of a threesome with her husband Jake and myself.
"Sweetie, are you ok?" Anya asked.
For at least five minutes I had been speechless with a questioning look on my face. Here we were both naked and incredibly horny, about to make love and she leans over and whispers in my ear she wants to fuck me while her husband fucks her and then watch him fuck me.
"I'm sorry to spring this on you but I didn't want to make love to you first and then have it seem like I was buttering you up," she smiled. "C'mon baby, say something!"
Laughing, I said, "I don't know what to say. How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Ever since Devon found out about us and demanded a threesome as his 'compensation.'"
Devon was my asshole on again off again ex-boyfriend. Just recently he became permanently off. He found a letter that Anya had written to me when she and her husband were on vacation in Scotland. It was pretty racy...no, down right pornographic is what it was. I had masturbated several times reading it while she was gone and made her perform on me every sexual act she described in it when she returned. Thinking about it now was making me very wet, even in my state of dumbfoundedness.
"And what does Jake have to say about this?" I asked.
Jake knew that Anya was bisexual and was very secure about it. She never desired to be with another person, man or woman since they had been together until we met a year before. She was very upfront with me about her marriage, her love for her husband, and her feelings for me as well as the boundaries between the two relationships. I had never been involved with a married person before so when she insisted that I become close to her husband (in a non-sexual way) it was very hard at first. But soon I realized that he wanted his wife to be happy, and I was what made her happy so he was all for it. As I was lying there contemplating all this, I became aware of a very pleasant sensation on my right nipple. I looked down to see Anya's hazel eyes looking up at me as her tongue danced around my nipple then softly flicked back and forth against it.
"Mmmm, you can talk me into anything if you keep doing that," I said as my eyes involuntarily closed.
"I know baby, but I don't want to talk you into it, I want you to want it," she said while still licking me.
Before I got carried away, I took her face in my hands and pulled her up to me. Kissing her lips softly I put my hand over her breast and caressed it, her nipple hardening against my palm. It was her turn to moan as she said,
"What are you trying to talk me into?"
Laughing, I said, "Nothing sweetie, I just want you to answer my question. What does Jake have to say about all this?"
"Honestly, through a process very similar to this one, he awkwardly asked what I thought about it."
Anya looked as though she were holding her breath trying to gauge her lover's reaction to this partially being her husband's idea. She knew that Brea was adamant about not being a "play-thing" for the married couple. It took her some time to resolve that fact that Anya was married, and then that her husband was fine with it and welcomed her. Brea didn't think that her friends could tell but she always seemed to be waiting for a proverbial ball to drop. Only recently did she start to feel completely at ease with the situation and begin to enjoy the feelings that the two women had for each other.
"So basically this was his idea?" Brea said as she slightly backed away from Anya.
