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the pick-up part two

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After we left him at the bar that night, Matt seemed to be everywhere we were.  He did run into Jayme at work from time to time before that, but after, he seemed to be a fixture--not in a creepy stalker sort of way, though.  He even emailed before a holiday weekend wanting to know if we wanted to meet him at the same local bar.  Since we had to work the next day, we declined, but we were confident we would see him again.   

The next weekend, we walked into the bar, sat down, and in a delightful deja vu, in walks Matt.  He was as friendly and flirty as before.  We moved to a table, and the evening progressed in a typical manner (for us).  Friends came in and joined us, shots went around the table, people got a little wild.

It really picked up when three swinger friends of ours entered with another woman we hadn't met before.  They added a sexual energy--and a camera.  Nothing like film to get people going. 

If Matt had any doubts about our sexual natures, he probably didn't after seeing us interact with the swingers.  The sort of teasing, kissing, and talking we did just isn't done in the unenlightened world.  Since there was a camera, there were also a few requisite titty shots.  Again, not the sort of thing the norms are up to. 

For whatever reason, Matt's favorite joke seemed to be putting a cup down his pants.  Jayme went right after it--unzipping his pants and trying to pull it out.  A nice picture we saw afterward proved Jayme right when she said at the moment, "I just saw your junk."  His choice of underwear for the evening--none--and the clear cup conspired in Jayme's favor.  In Matt's favor, too, I guess.

Matt insisted that we get some wine for later at his house.  "We should get some drinks and play cards," he said.  He was already planning the next step.

"But I don't play cards," Jayme said.

"That's fine.  I'll teach you."

"I have to warn you about one thing, though," I added.  "Jayme might decide to get naked--even if we're not playing strip poker."

"That's cool.  I was hoping for that," he said.

It seemed very obvious at that point (and all points after) that he knew we would be into a threesome, and that we were going to be having one later in the evening. 

When he and I went to get wine, I brought up the subject.  I asked if he had ever had a threesome.  He said sure.  "Which kind?" I asked.  He seemed confused for a minute.

"An old girlfriend of mine and her friend," he finally said.

"Cool.  Those are fun.  It can be fun with two guys and a woman as well," I said.  He agreed, and then made clarifications about not being into any guy/guy interaction. 

I assured him that being close to another guy and not being afraid of that was important to the success of a mfm threesome, but that meant only incidental--not intentional touching.

When we got back to the bar, I explained in a moment alone with Jayme that we had talked through the threesome and that he seemed to be excited about it.  She was ready to go.

Before it got too late, we left the bar and followed him to his apartment, which was just a block from the bar.  Matt fixed us a drink and we all sat down in his living room, which was comfortable, but a little too bright for Jayme's and my tastes. 

"I think I hurt myself with that cup," he said.  It was late.  That was all Jayme needed.  She walked over to him, leaned over him, and said, "let's see."  Within seconds, his pants were unzipped, Jayme's hand was "checking for injury" and the two of them were kissing.  I moved behind Jayme and pulled her pants slowly to the floor. 

At his suggestion, we all moved to a bigger couch (we were smashed around a chair), and the rest of the clothes came off.    It was a frenzy.  Jayme gripped his cock and pumped it while sucking him.  I got behind the kneeling Jayme and began licking and fingering her.  Matt's hands slid down her body to massage her breasts.  When I saw her tongue tease her balls, I had to stick it in. 

The action cooled off after a few minutes though, when, despite what Jayme tried (and she was really going for it), she couldn't get Matt all the way aroused.  Switching places didn't help.  I could tell he was trying to get it going--one hand on himself, one hand on Jayme--but it was beginning to frustrate him.  He felt the need to explain. 

"I'm sorry.  I didn't know.  I mean, I'm kind of taken by surprise," he said.  Jayme looked at me, the person who had assured her he was into it, and I tried to look as innocent as possible.  It helped that I was innocent.  We discussed it further, him saying that he knew we were open, but didn't imagine we were going to be having sex.  "I really thought we were going to play cards," he said.

While it is possible we interpreted things wrong (and we will be much more direct in the future), it is also possible that he was using that as an excuse, a reason for not being able to perform.  Not that he needed one.  It happens sometimes. 

Jayme apologized and said she was embarrassed.  Still, we were all naked, and she, in fact, was sitting on top of him as he lay down on the couch.  I decided to find out for sure if he really wasn't into it, or he was just embarrassed before calling it a night.  The current ending was a bit awkward. 

"Let me leave you alone for a minute," I said.  "I will go to the bathroom."  They both looked a little puzzled, but I figured if it was just the newness of the mfm situation that was in the way and not bad communication about the original desires, that my absence might get things going.  If it was truly a miscommunication, they would just talk it out a little more.  No harm either way.

So I went into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open.  From my position I could still see them on the couch, although I couldn't see his head.  The two talked for a couple moments--she still apologizing, but then something happened.  Silence.  It got suddenly quiet, and Jayme's head disappeared with his.  They were kissing.

I fully intended on going back into the room after things got going again, but the view was too arousing to move.  After the two lay quietly for a while, Jayme's hips began to move.  She reached one of her hands under herself and slid him in.  The silence gave way to moans.

Soon she was sitting up again, riding him hard, fully into the moment.  She looked toward me at one point, but I didn't want to go out.  I had never had a purely voyeuristic experience, and this one was great.  I was only going to go out there, I determined, if Jayme calls for me or she looks bored. 

I could never see his face, but his hands appeared--sometimes rubbing her breasts or pinching a nipple, sometimes exciting her clit.  She rocked back and forth and in little circles.  She braced herself with arms outstretched against his chest.  She moaned.  He moaned.  She moved one of her arms off his chest and behind herself to squeeze his balls. 

Then she dismounted, and I watched her stroke him to climax.  At that point, I thought it was safe to come back into the room.

We've discussed the pick-up at length.  She expected me to come back in the room, but didn't mind that I didn't--especially after I told her how exciting it had been.  She thinks he knew what was going to happen, but he is much more talk than he is action.  It scared him a little.  I agree.  Even if he had been "surprised," though, he certainly didn't hesitate becoming unsurprised.   
 

© 2005 James & Jayme Wayne

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