“Well, we were thinking that we could kind of play it by ear in that regard,” explained Ian. “Obviously, Paula and I are together a lot more than you and us are, because we live together, but we want to engage the physical side of our relationship in whatever way makes you comfortable.”
Paula nudged him, pulling a face. “Engage the physical side of our relationship”. C’mon, Paul, you talk like you’re negotiating a deal or something!” She turned to me. “What we’re saying is, we want you to call the shots here. If you want to hook up with us at the same time, great, if not, that’s cool too. We want to feel this out together, make sure that we’re all getting what we want out of this relationship.”
I could feel them both looking at me intently as I sipped my wine, considering my options. What did I want from this, sexually? I knew I wanted them both, and my mind flashed back to the advert I’d seen a couple of weeks ago, and how much the idea of a threesome had thrilled me. I looked up and met their gazes; two gorgeous human beings, both charming, both witty, both kind, and they both wanted me. Hell, in what universe was I going to say no to a threesome?
I took a deep breath, and then spoke. “I think I’d like to have both of you. At once. I mean, maybe not always, but right now, that’s what I want.”
A flicker of amusement crossed Ian’s face. “Right now?”
I realized what I’d said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean right this very second, or even tonight, if you don’t want…”
I was burbling away when Paula cut through my voice. “If you’d like, we’d love to take you home this evening.”
There it was. The invitation, sitting right out there in the open in front of me. It hung in the air between us for a moment, before I could pluck up the courage to respond.
“I’d really like that.”
The three of us exchange conspiratorial grins, then went back to our meals, a tension between us dissipating. My heart thudded at the thought of what I’d just done, and what the rest of the evening might hold. But I knew that I couldn’t wait.
4
By the time we were scrambling out of the taxi back at their place, we were quite tipsy, a couple of bottles of wine and some very intense conversation in. Ian helped Paula and me out of the car, fumbling with the keys as he thrust them into the lock. Their house was small and suburban, and seemed to suit our situation perfectly - weren’t you always hearing about the kinds of sexual deviance that people got up to in the seemingly innocuous setting of the suburbs? And even if it hadn’t been for the revelation over dinner, I knew that our evening was going to be taking an interesting turn. We had all crammed in the back of the taxi, our legs pressed together, when Paula had lightly wound her fingers around mine. I had never found someone holding my hand to be so intensely erotic before, doubly so when Ian casually placed his hand on my bare knee. It was so easy and obvious, and it felt like the three of us fitted in to each other perfectly. When Ian finally got the door open, Paula led me inside, stumbling and giggling, her hand never leaving mine.
“Well, thank you both for a lovely evening,” I announced, hiccuping slightly as I teetered in my heels.
“I think we can do a lot better than that,” Paula murmured, and suddenly her lips were on mine; her tongue was parting my mouth, exploring me, one hand placed gently on my waist. It was electrifying, sure, I had made out with girls before for a dare, but I had never actually kissed a woman with the intent of fucking her later. It was all kinds of new and exciting, and all I was certain of is that I wanted more of her; I desired her and needed her, and I reached up to pull her closer. Her body felt oddly soft against mine, our breasts pressing together through our light summer dresses, and I slid my hand down under her skirt, cupping her ass through her lacy underwear. I pulled back slightly, never taking my eyes off her.
“Wore the sex panties tonight, huh?” I asked softly, smiling at her nervously.
“You know it,” she replied, rubbing her nose against mine then kissing me again. I’d almost forgotten Ian was there until I heard an unfamiliar kissing sound; pulling back, I saw him gently kissing down Paula’s neck and towards her breast as she tilted her head to give him better access. I had never even considered how hot it would be to watch a gorgeous couple like Paula and Ian pleasure each other, but wow, that was really something else. Ian caught me looking, and placed a single, soft kiss right on the spot behind me ear, the spot that makes my toes curl when someone so much as breathes near it. I felt my toes curl and my knees weaken as Paula pulled me even closer her arms wrapped around my waist, and kissed me again. This was more than I could have hoped for; this was spectacular.
“Shall we move this through to the bedroom?” Ian was the one who suggested it, and even though it sounded corny as hell, we agreed. I knew I needed them both naked, soon, if not right this second, and the needy ache between my legs was starting to become a problem. I would need some kind of relief soon or I might go mad.
Ian pulled off his shirt over his head, barely bothering to undo any buttons, before he stepped towards me and began to slowly untie the knot in my halter neck dress. Paula laid herself back on the fancy four-poster bed, easily slipping off her own shift dress and lying before me in her underwear. God, she looked perfect- all soft skin, toned limbs, and big, green eyes that never once moved away from me. I shivered as I felt Ian slip the dress off my body, his strong hands caressing my flesh, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
I watched Paula, hypnotized, as she slid a hand down her panties and began to pleasure herself, her gaze drifting down over my generous breasts and wide hips. Ian slowly undid my bra, flicking it off with ease to reveal my chest. He reached around to gently cup one of them in his hand, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, as he rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as his hand slid lower, lower, down, under my panties till he found my clit. Paula groaned from the bed.
“You guys look so hot right now.” I melted back against Ian, allowing my body to give in to the waves of pleasure his dexterous fingers were causing below my waist. I bent my head back, allowing him access to the sensitive skin of my neck, and he peppered me with kisses and licks, sending my body into overdrive. This was probably the single most sensuous moment of my life - not just sexy as hell, but sensual and erotic and passionate. This was the sort of thing that I thought only existed in movies - even if that kind of movie would never make it to the cinema.
I opened my eyes again as I heard a series of moans and cries from below me, and my gaze fell on Paula as her hand moved more frantically beneath her panties. I was staring, transfixed, when I spoke before I had a chance to figure out if I actually wanted to say what was coming out of my mouth.
“Take off your panties.”
Ian looked up from my neck, his fingers slowing to a halt under my panties as he looked to see if his wife would obey me. She raised her eyebrows at me, impressed by my forwardness, but did as she was told, slipping her lacy underwear down to her feet then kicking them away. I could feel Ian’s insistent erection pressing into the back of my thigh as his hands continued their dance again, but I could barely focus on anything but Paula’s pussy and the way her hand moved across her flesh. I had never considered female masturbation particularly sexy before, because it was something I did so often, but having it presented in front of me here, by a gorgeous, slender redhead, was making me re-evaluate my stance. I could feel the pressure building between my thighs, growing as Ian pushed his fingers inside me with a slight moan in my ear, and I allowed the orgasm to wash over me. It felt like it had moved across my entire body, exhausting every single one of my muscles at once, and I slumped back into Ian for support. Sure, the orgasm I’d had at that bar last week had been good, but it wasn’t “watching a woman play with herself while her husband fingers me” kind of good.
Paula caught my eye just as I regained my composure, and smiled. “Good?”
“Good,” I replied, breathless.
“Well, then,
I think it’s only fair that I get to call some of the shots now, don’t you?” Her tone was playful but commanding, and I felt Ian harden even more against his pants.
“I don’t see why not,” I answered, my interest piqued.
“Good. Then lie down on the bed, with your feet over the edge, and take off your panties.” Her tone was direct, and I instantly obeyed her, stripping down so I was wearing nothing. I watched her as she stood up and pulled off Ian’s belt with a flourish, undressing him so that we were all naked. She leant into his ear and whispered something that I couldn’t hear, and I squirmed on the bed as I watched them both. What were they planning to do to me?
Then Paula came over, and pushed me up the bed a little, parting my legs as she did so. My pussy was exposed to her as she wriggled herself into position beneath me, crawling on to the bed with her ass in the air.
“I want to eat you, Melanie. Is that okay?” Her voice was soft and careful; clearly keen not to push me into anything I didn’t want. But I was never going to turn down a chance like that. I nodded, unable to answer through the haze of arousal that had descended on to me. God, it was tough not just to grab her head and pull her in line with my cunt, to feel her soft, sweet mouth on me again.
“Good,” she smiled, and slowly, teasingly lowered her head down so that I could feel her warm breath on my skin. I let out a small moan, trying not to lose my cool, watching as Ian lined himself up with Paula’s pussy, adjusting her so that her hips were in the air. That must have been what the whispering was about. And then, just as he entered her, I felt her mouth press into my pussy, her tongue quick and explorative. Oh God. It was better than I could have anticipated, my body rolling beneath her, my mouth letting out an uncontrollable series of moans and groans. She quickly found my clit and sucked it into her mouth, sending a burst of sensation through the lower half of my body. Her hands found my ass and squeezed, hard, as she began a series of long, slow licks from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy. Christ that felt good. I focused my vision long enough to see Ian behind her, pounding into her pussy at quite a speed, the expression on his face one of disbelief and serious passion. It was amazing to be able to watch this woman get railed from behind even as I was having my pussy eaten out- like my own personal private pornography. Yes, I could get used to this. I watched with fascination as Ian reached over to toy with Paula’s clit, forcing a series of moans from her mouth that went echoing through my pussy. I arched my back and slid from side to side on the bed, trying to match her pace move-for-move.
Her tongue was insistent, pressing into the most sensitive parts of me relentlessly, over and over again. I guess the thought that went through my head most at that point was “why the hell haven’t I been with a woman before?” We made so much sense together; the way our bodies fit together, the way we understood what felt good in a different way than any man. I rocked against her face, allowing her to bring me inches from my next orgasm, as I wondered when I would be able to get her on her own. I would need some training if I were going to pleasure her as well as this.
And the thought of us together, my mouth on her pussy, was all that it took. My body shook again, and I let out a single cry, feeling my pussy clench tightly as she slowed her licks down to gentle caresses. I peeled my exhausted eyes open just in time to see Ian dig his fingers into her hips and come, letting out his own grunt of relief, as Paula finished with him - the expressions on her face as she pulled away from my pussy were proof enough of that. They slumped together, their bodies still moving against each other as if eliciting every last drop of pleasure they could. I looked down at them, there, and realized that this was the start of my new relationship. And as first-time fucks go, it had probably been one of the best.
5
And that was it- my happy-ever-after - or at least, for as long as we stay together. Right now, we have an arrangement where I hang out with one or the other of them once a week, and we do a three-person date every weekend. Even in three-way relationships, you have to make sure that you’re putting in the effort to keep the romance alive, after all.
And they grew to be far more to me than just a crazy Craigslist hook-up. After all, they were my first polyamorous relationship, and I was theirs - there was a lot of learning and growing together to be done to make sure that we all wanted to same things, and to make sure that we were all satisfied, all the time. I guess a lot of people assume that this sort of arrangement is all about the sex, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. For me, it’s more about companionship - being able to share my love of fashion and food with Paula, and talk sports over beers with Ian. They fulfill me in a way that I could never have imagined being fulfilled before, and that’s one of the most immensely satisfying things about our relationship. They supported me when I quit my job and went back to college to consolidate my skill as a designer before I headed out into the big wide world. They are what I’ve been looking for all along- smart, funny, kind, good-looking, and totally attentive. And, most importantly, I’m no longer restricted to just one person- I can indulge my whims with either of them, and that feels both naughty and nice. Yes, there have been little flashes of jealousy, but we know that that’s normal and not something to be freaked out by. After all, we’re only human.
And yes, if you’re wondering, the sex is amazing. Paula and I spent a long time getting to know each other physically - for me, it was an all-new learning experience, and for her, it was a re-learning one. For the first time since the end of college, Ian and Paula were with new partners, and that gave them the leeway they needed to be that bit more crazy and experimental in bed - both with each other (you should have heard some of the stories Ian told me) and with me. I didn’t mind the trickle-down effect one bit, even if we did keep our threesomes for special occasions only. Special occasions being whenever we goddamn felt like it, of course.
So, there you have it: I started off a straight, single thirty-something office drone, and ended in a bisexual polyamorous relationship, pursuing the career I loved. And it doesn’t get much better than that.
FIRST TIME WITH BIKERS
1
“Daddy, you have to realize how ridiculous this is!” Tina’s voice was high and wild, strained with the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“Ridiculous? Ridiculous? What’s ridiculous, little girl, is losing half my damn income because my brat of a daughter doesn’t know what’s good for her! What’s ridiculous is giving you everything you ever wanted, just to have you act like a snotty little bitch when I ask you to do one damn thing for me. The only thing I’ve ever asked you, I’ll add,” Tank said, chest heaving as he stood behind the desk, leaning on his knuckles.
His name was apt; the President of the Hot Guns MC was impressive in both girth and height, and his massive form seemed to fill the whole room. In contrast, Tina looked like a mouse – and that’s how her father often treated her, as something frail and breakable. Her 5’2 frame boasted an impressive set of curves, and at 18 she was ready to rip free from his protective grasp, but he would always see her as a gangly-limbed pre-teen with pimples that made her cry before school.
At least, that’s how she thought he saw her. His strict curfew and rules about dating – and being around the boys in the club – would certainly imply as much. But that day, she realized, everything was about to change.
“It’s not just one thing, Daddy, and you know it. It’s my whole damn life!” she squealed, bracing herself for another roar from her father and willing herself not to shrink away when he really let loose on her.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Tina,” he sneered. “You know that Curly won’t live another twenty years. The way he’s lived his life, it’ll be ten years, tops, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want.”
“Ten years is still a long time, Daddy. I just…I can’t believe you’d force me to do this! What happened to me being your little princess, who no one got to touch? I mean, how long have you been planning this? Is this why
you never let me date? So I could be all pure and perfect for some dirty old man to keep you in business?”
“I’ve had enough of this conversation,” Tank said, sitting down but not taking his steely eyes from his daughter’s stricken face. “He’ll be here tonight to make sure you’ll be an agreeable wife. If you give him any lip, if you act out at all, if you do anything to fuck this up for me…I don’t need to tell you how dire the consequences will be, do I?”
Tina gulped. Was he…was he threatening her? No way; he might be crazy enough to ask her to marry a man forty years her senior, against her will, but he’d never physically hurt her. Would he? A day ago, she would have said no way. Now? She felt like she could barely recognize the man who sat before her.
“I’m not going to be agreeable,” she spat. “I don’t care what the consequences are.”
“Oh no?” Tank said with his lips set in a straight line. “I’d never hurt you, princess. But I don’t feel that way about Cottonball. I never liked that little piece of shit, and I have no qualms about punishing him for your behavior.”
Tina blanched. Cottonball was her beloved dog, named for his puffy white fur. That fur had soaked up her tears on more than one occasion when she hugged him close. Sometimes, Tina felt Cottonball was her only friend in the world. Tank certainly made it hard for her to make real friends, and the dog listened to her secrets and wishes and provided a constant, easy companionship. The thought of anything happening to him…
“Fine,” she said, meekly, those tears now escaping to roll liberally down her cheeks. “You win. I’ll be nice tonight. But this isn’t over. I’m not going to let you sell my life for your own benefit.”
“Your life? Tina, I’m your father. Everything you have in this world belongs to me. The only reason you have a life is because of me. Don’t push me, little girl.”
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