A Good Thing Threesome

I asked Kay out on a date—a date with me and my boyfriend.

She said yes.

And that was very exciting.

Kay is an achingly lovely, olive-skinned smile of a gal. That lighting up a room thing? She can do that. Lightbulb Girl.

I mean, Kay is momentous. She is. And I don’t say this to make her blush. When I met her, when Adam met her—we kind of knew. That she’d bring the right vibe. That we’d compliment each other. I mean. Chemistry is difficult enough between two people. But between three? It’s hard. I mean. It’s hard for me.

But Kay made it easy.

You see, Kay is the first girl I’ve met who I really wanted to invite into the bedroom with me and my boyfriend. In like. The very specific threesome way.

We met her outside a quaint Italian restaurant on the Upper West Side. Days before, I told Adam that we’d need to take her out to dinner first, feed her before we took her home and ate her alive. At one point, right before the date, Adam said that he felt like he was more along for the ride of the date between Kay and me. And I could see that. How he would feel that. I was the one who’d been texting her, emailing her. But I also knew as soon as the three of us sat down, and wine was poured, and ricotta dumplings were consumed, that we’d be three peas in a pod.

Peas we were. Three happy horny little peas.

Kay looked so pretty as she first dashed past us outside the restaurant, missing us altogether.

“Kay!” we half-yelled. “Kay!” and she stopped, and turned around and TWINKLED. In her little dress with all her long flowing hair and I instantly got a rush of excitement. I looked at my man and I looked at this girl and I thought: Good Lord, Possibility. Possibility like a burst of cold Autumn air, possibility like a shot of whiskey, possibility glowing as bold and as hard and as fierce as the streetlight. Possibility, present and obvious and awesome.

Of course, I was getting ahead of myself.

But there are times when we have to get ahead of ourselves to see where we could end up.

Dinner itself was just okay. Kay’s fish was nothing spectacular, Adam’s special pasta dish was, like, meh. My ravioli were great. Broccoli rabe. Bitter. Sage butter sauce. Which you could pour on Con Ed bills and they’d be delicious. We drank wine. We talked about law. And work. And school. And boys. and all manners of things. At one point, I went up to use the ladies room. So did Kay. It was just a one-stall, one room deal. When I finished peeing, Kay was standing outside the restroom.

She looked at me, beaming, and said, “This is so exciting. I’m having so much fun.”

“Me too,” I said and kissed her briefly on the lips. A smile on our mouths as we kissed. A secret kiss exchanged as bus boys filled water beside us and pretended not to stare.

Adam sat beside Kay the whole meal. I sat across from them. The waiter flirted with me. I exclaimed that perhaps he thought I was the single girl and Kay and Adam were on the date! Which made me a little wet. I was at once the voyeur, and a facilitator, in a way. But I think we were all that. Center of attention and the guest. But I cannot speak for them, really. I can only speak for me. And I was enjoying my role as girlfriend and hot date.

Let's jsut fast-forward, shall we?

With three people, in a bed, the events happen all at once. There are many things occurring. There are many private parts pulsating. There are many nipples hardening. There are many goosebumps. There are many limbs. There are many details of flesh.

It is a plentiful fuck.

I remember Adam on top of me, first, kissing me. And then turning to Kay. Kissing her. Their faces soooo close to mine. I could see their lips clinging and their tongues slipping and I have to say: out of everything—I most enjoyed watching them kiss. Perhaps that is because kissing Adam is one of the things I most enjoy doing myself. Kay was at once a mirror. And also her own image.

I could see myself in her.

And then I could see myself in Adam as he groped her. I could see my mouth in Kay’s mouth as she sucked Adam’s cock. I could see my tongue in Adam’s tongue as he lapped at her clit. I could feel my cunt when Adam’s fingers stabbed at her melting pussy, which left a delicate puddle on the sheet.

Kay made me feel grateful.

Kay never made me feel jealous.

I liked kissing Kay. And then kissing Adam. Kissing Kay. And then kissing Adam. The differences of their mouths.

But Kay’s mouth.

Kay’s mouth gives blow jobs that look like porn.

Because my man’s cock disappeared down her throat.

Disappeared. No trace. Magic trick.

“That looks sooooo nice,” he said as Kay swallowed him whole.

“Oh my God,” I murmured. Then I started squirming and kicking at the sheets. “That looks so hot. It’s so hot, I can’t take it.” I whispered into Adam’s ear. “I can’t take it.”

But I could take it. I could take this for hours.

When Adam fucked me later on, Kay said:

“You two are so sexy together.”

And I think I said thank you. I should have if I didn’t. Because I remember her saying that. How it at once touched me and appealed to my vanity. And I thought of that the other day, when my ankles were beside his ears, and he moved my hips back and forth, positioning my pussy so that he could so deftly fuck it and hit that spot over and over again, I thought. Huh. I wonder if Kay would think this looked sexy.

Adam beat at our shoulders and asses and legs with the meanest rubber flogger in the land. The welts that rose on our flesh. Adam mauled at our tits and pinched and punched them. Adam had two girls that liked pain a little bit in his bed. Adam embraced that. And then littered our blushing, slightly bruised bodies with kisses.

Kay embraced eating my pussy as Adam gave her direction. I closed my eyes and heard his voice. Flatten your tongue. Suck on her clit. Stick your tongue deep inside. Lap at her clit. And feeling Kay’s mouth do what Adam was saying made me feel like I was the star in the hottest instruction video that ever came to be.

“You should really eat this pussy, Janie,” my man said. And I did. I was just thinking to myself, I should really eat that pussy, when he said it. And what pussy it was. Salty and wet. A smell so sexy I wanted to eat the smell. I found myself gulping it down as I flicked my tongue hard against her clit my own clit pulsating as I felt hers get warmer against my face.

We played with each other for hours. Sensual. And comfortable. And I was blissed out.

Kay and I slept in Adam’s bed that night while Adam, like a gentleman, took the couch. He said the next morning, after Kay had left to go home, that he loved hearing us giggle in his bed as he woke up.

The night before, at the very beginning, Adam’s eyes were all shiny with wine and sex and anticipation.

“You two look like angels,” he said, as Kay and I cuddled next to one another and gazed up at him.

Hours later, I was so happy. For all three of us.

A successful threesome.

Not always easy to come by.

A good thing.

With more good things to come.