She started with no warning, blunt as usual:
"I would like to have a threesome with my old boyfriend, Bill." She said.
I was totally unprepared for this, and remembered with some anger the way I had felt the last time she had slept with him, before we became an official 'couple.'
"But I thought we were committed to each other."
"We are. I certainly didn't get upset over your weekend with your old girlfriend, did I? It was just sex, after all. And if it's ok for you then why not for me?"
I stumbled in reply. "I know, but I ran into her by accident and we just kinda...well, and somehow it's different." I was very perplexed. "And anyway, a threesome is somewhat different."
"Would you rather stay home while I go fuck him?" She asked.
"Err, No... I don't think... but I'm not sure I'm ok with you fucking him at all."
"That's just nonsense. If you can spend a whole weekend screwing her every way but sideways, I can certainly ask for a few orgasms."
"Well, I don't like it, but I can't argue the fairness of it. But if you want a threesome, why not another woman?"
"I'd be fine with that, tho' you know that hard cocks get me hotter than any pussy ever could. Do you know an available willing clean woman, or should we just risk getting AIDS with some whore? Bill is clean, I've fucked him before, and I've never managed 2 guys except in a drunken attempt in college that ended badly."
"But another guy? I'll have to think about that." And so I did, for 2 weeks. In fact, I couldn't think about much else. To watch her taking a hard dick pounding into her wet pussy and maybe slide into her mouth at the same time? To suck one nipple while he sucked the other? To listen to her moans as she came with someone else's meat inside her? And what about that other cock? Would I touch it; would he touch me? Would he want to stretch my asshole while I shot a load deep inside her cunt?
Finally I broached the subject again. "I think you should suck him while I watch."
"I've never given him a blow job before, he would probably like that," she replied with a wistful smile.
So, a few weeks later, I found myself in a hotel room in another city, being introduced to Bill, the man I planned to share her with.
Silky is very petite, with shoulder-length red hair and an elfin face over a pouting and wicked smile. One I loved to see spread around my throbbing purple head. Her outfit was meretricious; a little too tight, too short, but very promising. She has the kind of tits I dream of -- C cups on a little frame, taunt, just enough to add bounce to a flounce. And her skin has to be the smoothest I've ever felt. Maybe all that lotion she pours on every night does some good. Her strongest feature, however, has always been her waist.... That's right, because her ass flares out so far underneath it that my cock twitches every time I see her back.
Bill is a little younger than me, with short dark hair and brown eyes in contrast to my blond & blue. We are both in reasonable shape, neither of us muscle boys or slobs. We are both clean shaven.
We sat a little awkwardly on the couch, none of us quite sure where to go next and Silky stood and said, "I want to dance."