The Continuing Adventures of Janie, Adam and Kay in Threesome Land

"You guys can make out while I pee," I said to Adam and Kay, after a big bottle of wine and some roasted chicken and three bean salad and mashed potatoes from Harriet's Kitchen.

I went to pee. And found a wet spot on my panties. Which was no shocker. No shocker at all.

I came back to the bed finding Adam on top of Kay, kissing her. I sighed. A happy sigh. I think I like watching them kiss more than anything. Which might be corny. I don't know.

There is part of me that resists thinking and writing romantically about Kay and Adam and me. Because I think, the standard mode of thought, is that threesomes should be hot. Wild. Kinky. And I'm afraid of the romance in a way, hesitant towards intimacy, sensuality. But I don't know how else to do it. I don't know how else to allow a girl in our bed except to be intimate with her, to sort of "allow" her to be intimate with him. I don't think I want it another way. Not right now. It seems right. Look, I'm not talking about big-time polyamory here. I am, for one, not nearly cool enough for that. Please.

But Kay is sweet. And I am not afraid of her. Ha. Yup. Let's face it, women have fears about letting other women into their beds, with their boyfriends. And that's understandable. It's a risk, of sorts. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get the tiniest twinge of "Hmm, what is this? Why is this happening? Do I want it?" But when I find myself pushing Kay and Adam's heads together to watch them kiss in front of me, that subsides. And I'm happy for everyone. And I'm happy after the fact, and my brain isn't bombarded with doubt and anxiety and fear. Thank Christ.

And if Adam brings up Kay while he and I are making out, I don't cringe. He did that last night.

"Should Kay come over soon? Or is that soon?" he asked, hesitating. Too soon after the last time we hung out with her is what he meant.

"No, she should," I said. "I'm in touch with her all the time. We'll hang out soon."

"So are you guys friends now?" Adam asked.

"Of course we're friends," I said.

Adam is very adorable. I know he doesn't want to mess it up, the threesome sex thing. Or say anything that makes me feel insecure. And I know he's grateful for the threesomes. And all of this makes me want to do things for him. Because I know he loves me. And wants the best for us, and I guess, for the relationship. Because the relationship is pretty awesome.

And honestly, when he mentioned her, I was thinking of Kay then, too. Which is a good sign, I think. Adam and I cuddled, to get warm...

When Kay and I cuddle, I sense a certain legitimate caring. For me. She is not cuddling with me so that she can fuck my boyfriend. Though she can. She is touchy feely with me because she wants to be. And that sets my mind, and heart, that weirdo brain in the middle of my chest, at ease.

NOW FOR THE SEX STUFF.

The last night we got together, early on, while Adam ate Kay out, I licked Adam's ass. Beautiful clean pucker. Flawless. His ass was made for all that pussies are made for. Sometimes I think that. Sometimes I'm envious of the things his hole can do. And then I remember I have a perfectly capable cunt. Generally ready to orgasm, always at the ready. And I'm happy with that. I mean, come on. I can't complain.

For instance, I came when Kay strapped one on and fucked me. Fucked me hard for barely three minutes. Such a huge cock. A big black cock and a smooth red leather harness. Adam's things. The things he bought when he first discovered I was into the idea of fucking his ass. Here, a little over a year later, another girl was wearing that very strap on. It was her first time. But she made me come.
And then she slipped a condom over the cock. And slipped into Adam. Just like that.

She fucked him from behind to start. But really, he was fucking her, as we all later pointed out. Kay was wearing a feeldoe, which has a sort of handle that goes inside her, inside her pussy, then the cock goes through the harness ring, and then finally, the cock goes inside Adam, and he, on all fours, moves back and forth, up and down on the cock, pushing Kay back, Kay's thighs straining, straining to hold her body up, and Adam is getting pounded on his own accord, and the feeldoe part of the dildo is doing Kay as well, doing her right. And me, Janie, I am lying down beside the two hotties and watching, just watching.

When Kay got on top of Adam, it was a different story. She was fucking him. She was kissing him. Playing with his hair. Sweating. Hard. Wet. A real good fucker. I mean, super great potential.

Kay can do the fucking. But Kay has self-admitted submissive tendencies. But that night, she was pulling hard and biting on my nipples. "I'm trying to be meaner," she whispered, giggling, hardly sounding mean, but with a mean mouth, which made me meanly wet. I made her meanly wet later on with the Hitachi, which was too much for her, mostly. It is for a lot of girls. My fingers inside her provoked gushes of liquid.

"I wish I knew how that happened," Kay said plainly.

"Your orgasm doesn't happen then, when you squirt, does it?" I asked, still banging her with my fingers.

"No, not really," she said, her pussy a salty sweaty spout, pushing my fingers out as she ejaculated, the top of her cunt swollen with arousal, a tight wet box begging to be filled. (Bad erotica alert. But true.)

It was something I thought about after she left. The way her vagina works. And then the way Adam's ass works. And the way my vagina works. The way mouths work. The ways that holes are so useful. The way that they get full. And when they are full, they are whole, in a way.

Right now, I for one feel very full. Very.