[Mm]y threesome pregame... | 2016

She was, simply put, an idiot.

Now, she was a hot idiot- a cute redhead with nice tits and a kinky streak. The one time we'd had sex, in the cornfields out behind a Halloween bonfire, she left bite marks that stuck with me for weeks. She finished me off by sucking her own juices off my cock. I very much wanted another piece of that.

But here was how she was an idiot, and here was the problem- she was, at 20 years old, married. I was older, out of college, old enough to know that this was not the way to go about things, but that's not the type of thing you can drop into conversation, not the type of advice you can give to somebody you've fucked.

But I had some advantages. Being older, as I was, I knew how regrets can creep into the young- she'd been married for a year, and I knew she'd watched her friends engage in all the kinds of fun, freaky behavior that unattached college kids can have.

My other advantage, something that nobody knew, was that I'd had sex with men before. Well, one guy, actually. But, we'd done it enough that I was no stranger to gay sex, and having that secret kind of made me feel like Batman, or Dexter or something...

...because here was the thing: she liked it when boys kissed.

She'd confessed this to me once, years earlier, before we'd hooked up. I didn't tell her about my dalliances with my friend Paul, because I was trying to fuck the girl and didn't want to send mixed signals. And she didn't realize I remembered.

But during our occasional Google chats, I started steering the conversation towards threesomes. It's easy enough... you start with a joke, let it fester into a question, let the question turn into a legit conversation, and then you say something like this:

"I mean, I've never had a threesome with a guy, obviously, but I guess if I did I'd go all-out, you know? I mean, what's the point of having sex with a guy and a girl if you're not going to do anything with the guy?"

She didn't reply for awhile.

"...really?" She finally asked.

"Well, I look at it this way," I said, "If you have a threesome with a guy, and you never touch the guy, then all that means is you're getting to have sex with half of a girl, so it's worse than regular sex. So you can have sex with half of a person, or with TWO people. Numbers are on my side. Besides, once you're already naked with people isn't the time to get timid, right?"

From then on, she was hooked. She'd find ways to bring it up in conversation again, weeks, months down the line, trying to see if it was a fluke that I'd said that, a whim of a good mood, or if it was a more permanent belief that I had. Sure, I'd say, I guess I'd suck a cock if that was what was going on. I could kiss a dude. Butt stuff? I mean... I'd be a little nervous, I guess, but I think that maybe I could...

It had to seem like her idea, after all.

Well, of course, her 20-year-old husband wanted a threesome with two chicks. Eventually, they made the deal that some couples make- if he agreed to a threesome with me, she'd let him have a threesome with her and her BFF who he'd always thought was cute.

If they could convince me, of course.

She presented it timidly, beating around the bush for almost a full half-hour before she asked me point-blank.

"Well," I said, "I don't really know your husband... I mean, I'm open-minded, but what if we don't have any chemistry or anything?"

"Oh, you'll like him," she stressed, "He's really cute."

"And he's okay with this?"

"Um... yeah," she said. "I mean... okay, he's really nervous, and I don't think he's that into it, but he really wants a threesome with my friend Vicki."

I pretended to think about it. I'd already planned for this.

"How about you guys come over next Friday," I said. "We'll have some beers, and then you go home and leave us some time to get to know each other."

"Well... okay, that seems fair."

Three beers in, she packed up her purse and grabbed her sweater.

"Well," she said, "I guess I should go home, let you boys..." she winked, "Get acquainted."

She left, and he and I were left sitting awkwardly on the couch. He was a smaller guy, fit-looking, prone to wearing sports-team t-shirts.

"So," I said, "You do this and she lets you fuck her friend Vicki, huh?"

He laughed, "Yeah... and I get to watch HER fuck her friend Vicki."

I held up my beer, and we clinked glasses.

"Good call, man," I said, "Of course... you did this in the wrong order."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I said, "You're gonna have to sell the hell out of this, now, because we're going first. If you don't get her going, if you phone this in or, heh... half-ass it, then she'll probably do the bitchy chick thing and call off the good threesome, know what I'm saying? If you'd made her and Vicki go first, you could have done this part as crappy as you wanted."

He seemed to think about that for awhile. "...shit," he said.

"Hey, it's not going to be so bad," I said, "I mean, look at us... it's not like we're weird-looking, or fat, or smell bad, or any of that shit."

He shrugged. "True."

"And she's just gonna want us to do a couple things, probably, and she'll like it. Then we can each pick a side and go at her from both ends, right? No offense, I know she's your wife..."

"Haha, it's cool... but like, a couple things?"

"Here," I said, and turned on the TV. I'd burned a couple 'Girls Gone Wild' videos that I'd torrented, and threw them up on the screen. Some dumb, tan 18-year-old started taking her clothes off.

"So," I said, "We'll just act like... Ashley here, is the girl in the room. Think you can get hard while there's a dude in the room? After all, if we can't get hard because there's a naked dude nearby, then we can't fuck her, and she doesn't get her threesome, which means you don't get yours."

"Right," he said, taking another deep gulp of Dos Equis, "I mean... I think I can."

"Well, let's see," I said, and started to pull off my shirt.

"Whoa!" he said. "What the hell?"

"Chill, man, for one thing it's not like you've never seen a naked dude before. Secondly, you're gonna be seeing me naked and fucking your wife soon enough, so you'd better get used to it, right?"

"...yeah," he said, "I guess so."

I unbuckled my pants, and my cock sprang forth at a nice half-mast, which is what I was hoping for. Completely flaccid and I woulda looked small, completely erect and I would've looked gay.

I sat back down, and took a triumphant sip of my beer. "Your turn, man," I said.

He kinda looked me up and down, took another gulp of beer, and then said, "Fuck it," and started taking off his clothes.

His dick, on the other hand, was rock-hard. That was... encouraging.

He sat down again, and we passed a couple of minutes in silence, speaking only to point out the relative attributes of the girl in the video.

After awhile, I said, "So, she's probably gonna want us to kiss. She's into that, right?"

"Fuck... yeah, she is."

"Well, it's only fair. You're gonna want her to hard-core make out with Vicki, right? Why wouldn't you expect her to want to see you do the same thing?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Well... let's give it a try, then."

He didn't say anything, so I leaned in a little bit. A little more...

..he leaned towards me. I inched, a little bit closer, but didn't close the gap. This had to be his idea.

Then his lips met mine, and he went nuts.

He was the first one to open his mouth, and he was the first one to stick his tongue in my mouth. It was from that moment that I knew I had him, and the rest would be easy.

At first, he didn't know what to do with his hands, keeping them floating away from me, so I pretended to feel the same awkwardness. We explored each others' mouths while also keeping our bodies apart like we were at a junior-high dance. At the same time, though, I was leaning ever-so-slightly back. Every time I pulled back a bit though, he leaned forward, giving him the ever-more-dominant position on my couch. Eventually, I was leaning back against the arm, and when he shifted to stay with me, that was when our dicks rubbed up against each other.

He gasped.

"Wow," I said, and thrust upward a bit. He pushed back, and our cocks sort of intertwined, hooking around each other.

He dove back into my mouth, and soon we were grinding on each other, cocks slathering each other with precum, starting to punctuate the silence with the occasional tentative moan.

Once, when he pulled back a bit, I shifted positions, so that instead of coming back up against my cock, his dick landed below my balls, more towards my ass. He was truly on top of me now, my knees on either side of him, and his cock was resting delicately near my ass.

"Oh," he started to say, "Sorry..."

I reached down and grabbed hold of him. He gasped, as I moved his dick towards my asshole. I alternated between jerking him slowly, and rubbing his head up against my ass, dancing around the hole that I could tell he wanted. Every time it came close, he'd push forward a little bit, his eyes glazed over like he barely knew what he was doing anymore, but that whatever it was, he liked it.

I didn't have any lube, so it probably wasn't going in, but at least I could have some fun.

I ground my ass up against his cock, feeling the nice pressure on my asshole. Every so often it'd press in, half an inch, and he'd try to thrust wildly, but it'd miss or bounce off, but never go very far.

Finally, I got myself ready at just the right moment, and the tip- seriously, just the tip - went in.

"JESUS," he moaned immediately, and fired a massive wad in and around my ass. The feel of his hot cum and the look on his face sent me over the edge too, sending a nice load shooting all over the both of us.

We lay gasping for a second, and then he stood up, covered in jizz.

"Well," I said, "I guess the threesome's on, huh? She should like the show if we do it like that."

"Uh, yeah..." he said, "Cool... show. I should get going."

"I gotcha, no problem," I said. I'm gonna hop in the shower, let yourself out.

I went into the bathroom, and scooped some of his runny jizz from my thighs and brought it to my lips. Salty. Good.

I heard the door close outside.

He'll be back, I thought.