Bi-Sexual Female / 47
In college I had a boyfriend. One night he showed up at my apartment with another girl. He sat down and left her talking to me. She had met him that day and she didn't really know why she was at my apartment. After talking to her for a few minutes we went and sat down with him to watch TV. Somewhere between a commercial and the TV show he mentioned that he was in rare form for that night and he wanted to 'try us both out'.
I forget exactly what I said but it wasn't nice and it wasn't polite and I don't really remember what she said but it was along the same lines as what I said. It didn't matter to him he got up off the couch and told us to get in the bedroom. My memory of that night is that he corralled us and drove us into the bedroom, although her memory is that we went in on our own. But however he got us in the bedroom he started with getting us to strip for him and go over to him and let him suck on our boobs and feel us up. I guess we were hot because otherwise why would we have been doing what he wanted, he took her first and after he withdrew he asked me to mouth him while she fed him boobs.
I am sure that once he got going again and he grabbed me and he asked her to play with my boobs she did so because she was hot and I let her because I was hot and we more or less kissed and played with our boobs before he got on me to take care of his business. He left us to our own and we sat on the bed and talked, we might as well have been at Subway talking, sitting naked on the bed while he started snoring. We got the covers up high and got under them and we fell asleep after another hour of talking.
That was my first threesome, it was his first threesome but it wasn't her first threesome. She showered with me and fixed cereal and had breakfast while he slept. We decided to leave him there and we went out. When we came back he was on the couch again, a dirty cereal bowl on the coffee table, the bed still unmade and generally the slob he normally was. We straightened out the coffee table, picked up his dirty dishes and made up the room and came back to set down some rules for him.
Rule number one was no more surprises.
Rule number two is that he had get us to agree first.
Rule number three is that we expected to be treated alike.
There was no rule number four, we never needed one. For me I always enjoyed helping her have sex. For her she liked to lay with my head in her lap and play with hair and my boobs. We never talked about what we were going to do, we just did whatever happened. Over the course of our college life we got closer to each other than we did to him and I got to the point of feeling that he was servicing our need, we were the kinks and he was our man servant. I never told him that is how I felt, but that is how I rationalized what we were doing.
I forget exactly what I said but it wasn't nice and it wasn't polite and I don't really remember what she said but it was along the same lines as what I said. It didn't matter to him he got up off the couch and told us to get in the bedroom. My memory of that night is that he corralled us and drove us into the bedroom, although her memory is that we went in on our own. But however he got us in the bedroom he started with getting us to strip for him and go over to him and let him suck on our boobs and feel us up. I guess we were hot because otherwise why would we have been doing what he wanted, he took her first and after he withdrew he asked me to mouth him while she fed him boobs.
I am sure that once he got going again and he grabbed me and he asked her to play with my boobs she did so because she was hot and I let her because I was hot and we more or less kissed and played with our boobs before he got on me to take care of his business. He left us to our own and we sat on the bed and talked, we might as well have been at Subway talking, sitting naked on the bed while he started snoring. We got the covers up high and got under them and we fell asleep after another hour of talking.
That was my first threesome, it was his first threesome but it wasn't her first threesome. She showered with me and fixed cereal and had breakfast while he slept. We decided to leave him there and we went out. When we came back he was on the couch again, a dirty cereal bowl on the coffee table, the bed still unmade and generally the slob he normally was. We straightened out the coffee table, picked up his dirty dishes and made up the room and came back to set down some rules for him.
Rule number one was no more surprises.
Rule number two is that he had get us to agree first.
Rule number three is that we expected to be treated alike.
There was no rule number four, we never needed one. For me I always enjoyed helping her have sex. For her she liked to lay with my head in her lap and play with hair and my boobs. We never talked about what we were going to do, we just did whatever happened. Over the course of our college life we got closer to each other than we did to him and I got to the point of feeling that he was servicing our need, we were the kinks and he was our man servant. I never told him that is how I felt, but that is how I rationalized what we were doing.
