We had teased and talked to our mutual friend Zip about sex and our lifestyle for a couple months.  He was willing and had had some experiences in the past.  We almost got with him a month earlier, but he had cold feet.  He was just breaking up with his girlfriend.  Understandable.  We made it clear that we didn’t want to be pushy, that we’d leave it up to him, that most importantly, we wanted to remain friends.  He agreed.  Though he had experienced two threesomes before, neither could be considered to be with friends—bar pick-ups would be more accurate. 

            So without expectation, we three went out to a club.  Nothing was said about the possibility of having sex, nor was anything expected (maybe fantasized about).  Jayme teased at the club, giving him little dances at our table and generally being sweet.  She showed us both her titties a couple times.  Good night. 

           By the end of the evening, Zip was getting into it.  He grabbed her ass, had his arm around her, danced with her.  Had it stayed at that, we would have been fine.  It was a fun, flirty evening.

            When we arrived back home, though, tensions were high.  All could feel the sex in the air.  We stood in the kitchen for a bit, letting the dogs out, taking turns in the bathroom.  I lifted Jayme’s shirt and sucked her titties briefly while Zip watched.  I honestly figured that would be all.

            Then, in the living room we sat and chatted for about two minutes.  “Well, what should we do?”  Jayme asked.

            “You wanna dance a little?” I asked dumbly.

            “How about we just sit down,” she said, sitting on the opposite side of the love seat from Zip. 

            That was the end of talking and wondering. 

It all came naturally.

    I knelt down on the carpet in front of her and began making out with her.  Zip sat on his side of the love seat watching.  I didn’t want to bore him so I began to lift up her shirt.  First, I edged it over her hard nipples so I could suck them, lick them, get Zip even more aroused.  Jayme was willing and able to get Zip going.  She had to do nothing, really, except the suggested “sit down” as it turned out.

            I kept alternating, kissing tits and then mouth, finally lifting her shirt completely off.  Jayme undid my belt and began to pull my pants down.  As she pulled them over my hips, I stood up, positioning my already hard cock in front of her mouth.  She took it with mouth and hand immediately.

            Zip took the cue.  He could no longer be an onlooker.  He had been massaging her legs, even moving a hand occasionally over her waiting hot spot.   No more tentative moves.  As she sucked me, Zip quickly unbuttoned Jayme’s pants and pulled them over her ass and then to the floor.  Kneeling beside the couch now, Zip took a leg in each hand, spreading her open, and buried his mouth between.

            Soon, Jayme was on her knees, getting done from the rear by Zip.  He smacked his flesh against her ass hard.  Sweat was beginning to pump.  Slaps filled the room.  She sucked me again.  I wanted some of what Zip was getting. 

            We switched positions and moved to the floor.  I banged her while she stroked and sucked him.  All quieted down for a while—purrs and positive comments.  Jayme nuzzled against Zip, kissing him, rubbing against him sensuously. 

            She wanted it to start again.  Bending over in front of him, she began slowing licking and sucking my cock.  He tried to rise to the occasion, but wasn’t yet ready.  She reached back one arm pulling on his cock to ready it.  Finally he said, “you’ll have to suck it to get it going again.”

            She didn’t skip a beat.  Jayme was off mine turned around, and sucking, within seconds.  I was very turned on by her aggressiveness.  I watched her suck him, quickly bringing him up to the point where she could guide him back into her.  Intense banging—more sweat and slaps—eyes closed, moaning.  Then his head went back as he shot his load. 

            We chatted naked for a while, Jayme taking turns lying against one or the other of us, until he went home.  Jayme and I shared an intense stand-up fuck immediately upon his departure.   

            When we saw him a couple days later, there wasn’t an awkward moment.  We never had sex with him again, though it isn’t out of the question.  It was a fun evening out—a couple drinks, good conversation, flirting, and sex.  Who could ask for anything more.