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The third threesome we had in three weeks was the first threesome with a woman we had ever been able to set up. It was with a long time friend of Jayme’s. Janie was one person we knew was into wild sex. She was always talking about fun parties she had gone to where she ended up naked. She was married, but she loved to flirt. Her flirting was notorious. Men loved it; women hated it. She would nuzzle, kiss, grab crotches, show her ass. She seemed to be longing for the lifestyle. Within recent months, Jayme had felt safe enough with her to reveal a little of what we did. Janie seemed intrigued. And envious. We invited her over for the evening—not to trap her, but just to hang out. If anything happened, that would be great. We really didn’t think anything other than the normal flirting would transpire, though. After a couple hours of chat about our experiences—especially New Orleans, the evening took an interesting turn. We sat flirting on the couch. Every so often, Janie would lift up my shirt, pinch my nipple through my shirt, rub my crotch. Lots of electricity. I pulled up her shirt to expose her ample round breasts pressing against her bra. I wanted more. Once after she pulled up my shirt, I pulled up Jayme’s. “You have such nice boobies,” Janie said. “I wish mine were that nice.” “They are,” both of us said. “Come on, show us, and we’ll tell you,” I said. It was an obvious and corny come-on—if it could even qualify as that. But it worked. She leaned back, resting her head on the arm of the couch, and pulled up shirt and bra. Her breasts were perfect. Round, quarter sized centered pink nipples. We commented favorably. Rather than let her cover them again, I reached up and grabbed one. More aggressive and confident than I’d ever been with another woman before, I then slid my mouth over her nipple. After sucking and touching for a couple minutes, I invited Jayme over to join. Though content to watch—that had been her fantasy—she didn’t hesitate to begin licking the right as I continued on the left. We each kissed her passionately as well. With Jayme still up top, I began a slow (probably not as slow as I would have hoped) descent to undo her pants. First I slipped my hand over her pussy. She ground it into my hand. Taking that as a good sign, I pulled her pants off, revealing a pretty, yet now bunched up, white thong. I fingered her over it while I nuzzled back up beside her to kiss her. Jayme’s hand joined mine. Soon the panties were off. Jayme moved to a chair across the room to watch. Janie sat atop me and began exciting my already excited dick by riding up and down over my still covered erection. I grabbed hold of her round ass and kissed her, trying to send a psychic message to her to take off my pants. I couldn’t wait much longer. Finally, I just did it myself. Edging her off me, I removed my pants and underwear. Then my shirt. Kneeling naked before her, I began to lick her—up each side of her vagina, settling on her clit, making light circles around it. I didn’t know if I was ready to fuck her with Jayme across the room. I thought I knew what Jayme wanted but I wasn’t sure. I motioned her over. Jayme kneeled behind me, grabbing my dick, slapping my ass, as I continued to lick Janie, now while massaging her breasts. Jayme then started leading me by my dick into Janie. She didn’t actually pick me up by my dick, of course, but I think she would have if she could. Even I got the hint. I slid it into Janie and she let out a breathy mmm. We fucked. Jayme kissed Janie, massaged my balls as I thrust forward, and then went back to her chair to watch. After fucking for a while I became a little uncomfortable with having Jayme out of the picture. Though I knew it was what she wanted, the lack of eye contact made me wonder. I paused, looked back at Jayme and instructed her to take off her clothes and join us.
From there we moved from position to position with relative ease. Either of the girls eating the other with me going at it from behind. Two of us licking one. Both of them making out as I took a time out. One scene especially stands out: the two of them bent over the couch kissing each other, their asses sticking out. Both such beautiful, smooth assess. I had to nuzzle between them and put a hand on each. That led me to bend over Janie one last time. I pumped into her from behind, looking down at that sweet ass. Jayme stood to our side, kissing, coaching, watching, touching. I came and collapsed exhausted, leaving all to nude whispers and recovery before we had to say our good nights. A couple weeks later we met Janie at a bar and had another remarkable evening. We didn’t have sex, but she and Jayme provided some interesting memories for me and for a couple other unsuspecting guys. One younger guy had entered the bar and began looking at Jayme. She noticed. Often during our conversation, she would say, “look over there; he’s looking at me again.” Sometimes she would wink back to get him going. Then she hatched a plan. “We should go up to him,” she proposed to Janie, “and flash him. Don’t say a word, just flash him.” Janie laughed. “Let’s do it.” Before I knew what was happening, the two took off to the far end of the bar where the guy stood. Jayme approached him. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been looking at me tonight.” “Yea, you’re hot,” the guy said. “Don’t say anything. We just want to show you something.” She glanced over at Janie and the both of them immediately raised their shirts. His eyes widened. An “I missed it” guy appeared and they flashed again. I think Janie had her shirt up the whole time. Back at our table one of the guys asked to touch it, and she obliged. Leaving the bar that evening, we saw her in the car with the guy the two of them had flashed. They made out for a while (he wanted to suck her boobs) before she went home. We were right when we thought she was ready for the lifestyle. If we had had any doubts, those were put away at the party we would have a couple months later. But that, of course, is another story.
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