I have a dilemma and I think you can help me!
boyfriend and I have talked for months about having a threesome. At first, we couldn’t agree on whether to start with a female first and then later invite a male or vice versa. Jamie decided we should have a male first to cut the risk of me being jealous, as if he figured I would. I had no qualms about being with another woman, as long as neither Jamie nor the mystery chick got too carried away with the assignment. I’ve never had a lesbian experience before and never considered indulging in such, but as long as it involved making both of us happy sexually, then I was all for it. But when Jamie changed his mind, I had to make sure he wouldn’t be bothered about me simultaneously making love to him and another man.
“I wasn’t thinking about us inviting some stranger,” he suggested as we sat in bed in our undies, hashing through the decision. “It’s tough finding suitable guys around, or even if we went on the internet, and who knows how long that might take. Also, they might demand money.”
“Okay. So, whom would you suggest?”
He thought for a moment, then said, “What about my buddy, Lawrence?”
“You’re talking about afro Lawrence?”
“He’s no longer keeping the afro,” Jamie said. “He’s gotten rid of it. You know you’ve always liked him; I figure he’s got the same feelings for you, too. You and him would look great in bed together.”
I knew Lawrence, and Jamie was right, I did have a liking for him. Not that I’ve ever inclined towards wanting to cheat, but if ever there was a friend of his whom I’d love to have sex with, it would be Lawrence. He was charming and easygoing, and unlike Jamie’s other friends, he’d never once thought to hit on me behind Jamie’s back — which was what made things so awkward, as he was the last person I expected Jamie to bring into this conversation.
“Yeah, I do like Lawrence,” I said with scepticism, “but why would you want him? If anything, don’t you think us having someone we don’t know so well would be better?”
“I already said that we can’t just trust this sort of thing with anyone, Amy,” he countered. “We can’t just go put an invite on Twitter or Facebook asking for anyone who’d love to participate in a threesome. Plus, you’ve no idea how diseased some persons out there might be — remember, there’s still Covid. Lawrence, I reckon, is clean, and it would be easier asking him to get himself tested first than some stranger out there. You see what I mean?”
Yes, I agreed with his points, but it still got me feeling nervous about including someone close to us into this activity. I was genuinely unsettled but couldn’t think of how to express it. And whatever complaints I might have, I knew Jamie would have the answers.
“All right,” I agreed. “How are you going to tell him about it?”
“Leave that to me to handle, babe. The main thing is don’t make him aware until I tell you. This is going to be great for us.”
“Yeah, I hope so,” I chuckled.
We kissed and then made love.
Days went by, and I’d almost forgotten about Jamie’s pact until one afternoon while returning from college, I ran into Lawrence. He pulled me aside from my friends and tried to keep his voice low so as not to be overheard.
“Jamie and I got to talking the other day,” he said. “He mentioned something about both of you wanting to do a threesome; he said he wants me to be the other guy. Is that for real?”
“Yeah. Jamie and I discussed it, and we figured you’d be our prime candidate. What do you think?”
“I’m stunned, was what I thought when he mentioned it. I thought he was joking or pulling my leg, hence why I wanted to check with you about it.”
“It’s something we’ve considered doing for a while now,” I considered what I had to say next before uttering it. “I know Jamie won’t like me bringing this up, but did he tell you about getting tested first? I know it’s awkward, but . . .”
“No, no, it’s okay. Yeah, he did mention that, too. I’ve already done that, and I’m clean; I’ve even texted him my result. So, when are you guys deciding on doing this?”
“I don’t know for now; I’ll speak with Jamie about it, and then we’ll set a date.”
“Okay, cool. You both keep me in touch, okay? See ya.”
Sure. Bye, Lawrence.”
He waved goodbye to me and went in a different direction while I went to join my friends and visit a fast-food restaurant nearby.
Jamie came home hours later and was ecstatic when he shared the news regarding Lawrence’s test results.
“He’s fucking clean as I am, babe,” he said after hugging me. “He was kinda shocked when I told him what it was about, but he soon mellowed when I said that it’s going to be just the three of us and nobody else.”
“Wow. That sounds like fun.” I didn’t tell him about my meeting with Lawrence as it didn’t seem to matter. “How soon would you want us to do this?”
“It’ll be good to do it on a weekend,” he said. “I’m thinking next Saturday; what do you think?”
“Sounds good. Are condoms going to be involved?”
“That depends on you,” he said. “But since Lawrence is clean, and you’re never a fan of condoms, I was thinking bareback. But it’s up to you.”
“Bareback is fine,” I said. “Condoms do nothing but spoil the fun.”
Jamie smiled and kissed me. “That’s my girl. I’ll call Lawrence later to tell him the news.”
The rest of the week rolled into the next, by which time Jamie began fretting about minor stuff like what we would do before and afterwards; I told him to leave that until the day drew near. I had already picked out a pair of thong panties and thigh stockings to wear. Jamie told me to include a pair of high heels, too; he wanted me to look like a slut, enough to get him and Lawrence hard for sex.
They laid me on the bed, and Lawrence kissed me and then sucked on my tits while Jamie kissed his way down my nether region.
The Saturday arrived, and Lawrence came by the house past one in the afternoon. He and Jamie played video games in the living room while I served snacks and sodas. Jamie made it this way to remove the pressure of what was coming; Lawrence seemed to be going along fine with it.
An hour later, I came and wrenched the game consoles out of their hands and demanded that they follow me into the bedroom. I was eager to start things and didn’t need to waste further time.
I shut the door after they entered and told them to hurry out of their clothes; I was their head mistress, and they were my pupils. Jamie and Lawrence shared a look before obeying my command. I flung my t-shirt off my head to reveal that I wasn’t wearing anything besides my panties, thigh stockings, and high heels. Both men appeared to salivate at the sight of me as they struggled out of their jeans. I waited until they discarded their boxer shorts, standing naked before me. I came and grabbed their cocks and led them to the bed.
I took turns kissing Jamie and Lawrence, giving them an equal measure of my tongue. They caressed my breasts and kissed each one. Lawrence played passionately with my body, and I couldn’t help feeling endeared towards him; it felt like we were lovers from a previous time, and it amazed me that Jamie gave no sense of jealousy as he continued to kiss me. They laid me on the bed, and Lawrence kissed me and then sucked on my tits while Jamie kissed his way down my nether region. Lawrence came to join him. They held my legs apart, pulled down my stockings and kissed their way up my thighs. It was a fantastic experience getting my pussy served by my lover and his best friend — how many girls can wish for such and actually make it happen?
It then came to my turn to serve them, and I had them lie beside each other on the bed. I knelt in their midst and took turns sucking one cock after the other. I would attend to Jamie’s cock while stroking Lawrence’s shaft. For some reason, Jamie’s cock remained flaccid compared to Lawrence whose cock stayed hard and attentive. I applied my mouth more to his prick while stroking Jamie harder, hoping he would get hard soon.
Jamie, too, was feeling frustrated by his lack of erection. At some point, he came off the bed, vexed with himself. Lawrence and I looked at him, wondering whatever could possibly be wrong. Jamie put his boxer shorts on and stormed out of the bedroom.
“The fuck’s wrong with him?” Lawrence asked.
I, too, wanted an answer to that question and was suddenly faced with a dilemma: I could go after Jamie to find out what was wrong, but then our threesome activity would be wasted; or I could continue with Lawrence and enjoy getting fucked, then later go and find Jamie.
If you were me, which option would you consider?
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