Our Three Threesomes, Part 1

 [photo: HayDmitriy]

For Me

Farah’s kiss has a wildness to it, like we are back in our dating days over 20 years ago. She gropes for my cock beneath the sheets and wraps her hand around it. “You’re so hard,” she whispers, breaking the kiss. “That the…?”

Viagra is the word she’s looking for. It’s funny, considering what we are about to do, that both of us are too embarrassed to admit to using the erectile dysfunction drug.

“No, I don’t think so.” I bury my shame and force myself to look into her eyes. She has on a little makeup, mascara in her lashes and sparkling shadow that sets off her rich, brown irises. “That’s all you.”

“Not just me.” There’s doubt in her face—doubt and nerves that I feel just as strongly.

I brush her dark bangs over her cheek with my thumb, reveling in how soft her skin is. “We don’t have to do this.”

She holds my gaze, studying me, sussing out how genuine that statement really is, and comes to her own conclusion with a short nod. “But we’re going to,” she says. “It’s just sex, right?”

“Oh, let’s not downplay the sex too much, honey.” It’s Taylor in the doorframe. “That’s the fun part.”

I barely hear Taylor. She’s distracting that way. The blonde is such a contrast to Farah’s Persian-American heritage. Taylor is hot in that cornfed, All-American pinup way. She has wavy, platinum blond hair that falls around her cherubic face, dimples when she smiles, and saucy, blue eyes beneath dark and arched brows.

Frankly, she’s intimidating, and I feel guilty as I openly check her out, despite what is about to happen. So I look at Farah again, who seems just as spellbound by our neighbor. Farah’s reluctance to take her eyes off of Taylor is less about attraction, though, and more like how you wouldn’t want to look away from a stalking lion.

I love this woman. I feel it like a throb, like the swell of violins, and can’t help but smile. Farah turns to me, high cheekbones forming that familiar smile in return. She’s doing this for me…

Back to Taylor, who stands at the end of the bed wearing a short, black robe. “We good?” she asks.

“We’re good,” Farah answers for me. She dips beneath the sheets before I can agree. A moment later, I feel her mouth on my cock. I groan.

“Okay then,” Taylor says, drawing my attention back to her. She opens the robe and lets it pool at her ankles. 

Beneath, she’s naked, and her sculpted body lives up to all of my fantasies—of which there are many. Taylor is younger than us, with small yet perfectly round breasts and a flat stomach adorned with a sparkly belly piercing. Her pussy is completely bare, sitting tantalizingly above her thigh gap.

“This is going to be so fun,” she beams, crawling onto the bed opposite Farah. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since you moved in.”

“Really—?”

She cuts my incredulity off with a kiss, wet and demanding and exactly how I imagined kissing Taylor. It is my first kiss with another woman in years, I realize in some distant part of my mind. Mostly, I’m just overwhelmed by the feeling of her lips on my mouth and Farah’s tongue lapping along my glans.

This is happening. This isn’t a dream. This is really fucking happening?!

Taylor breaks the kiss and takes my hand, guiding it down between her legs. “Feel how wet I am.”

Kissing another woman is one thing. Touching her most intimate spot is totally off the charts. Her skin is so soft, so smooth as I glide my fingertips over her mound and press them between her pussy lips.

“You have a nice touch,” she sighs. “I knew that you would.”

It’s all just too much—the blow job, the blonde riding my hand, her husky voice confessing how she’s fantasized about me. I can’t last. I don’t last. Taylor is kissing me when I come, and Farah swallows my entire load.

“Good, we got that first one out of the way,” Taylor says. Farah reemerges from beneath the sheets on the opposite side of the blonde. “Now we can really have some fun.”

Taylor palms my softening cock in her practiced hands, smearing my wife’s spit down along my balls. To Farah, she says, “I always knew he has a big one.”

“Have you been speculating about my husband’s penis?”

“Oh please, girl, not like you’re not thinking of Jordan’s.”

“I plead the Fifth,” Farah says.

The confession is such a throw away thing, but it still hits me right between the eyes. As much as I’ve been fantasizing about Taylor, my wife’s been doing the same thing with Taylor’s hunk of a husband. It shouldn’t be a surprise at all, especially considering The Arrangement, as we’d come to think of it, but still… emotions are not always rational.

“Mind if I suck his cock?” Taylor asks.

“Please do.” Farah answers Taylor, but she’s looking at me as she does. Her trepidation has fallen away, and with hers, mine does, too.

The women exchange positions, Taylor going down beneath the sheets and Farah kissing me at my side. The Viagra helps revive me. So does my beautiful bride.

Unlike Taylor, she’s not naked. She wears a gossamer white babydoll that I’ve never seen and a matching white thong. I palm her ass, exposed to me, squeezing it, drawing her closer to me.

Taylor pushes the sheets away. Sweat beads on her forehead. Her platinum curls are damp with it. “Fucking hot under there,” she says. My dick is already nearly full again. “Farah, join me?”

My wife looks at me. The uncertainty is back, but only just. She’s caught up in the momentum of the moment. We all are. I’ve seen this look before—in Vegas at a craps table ten years prior; that time we bought a Peloton machine; her long stint on the PTA, which ended in her being the president for a year. When she puts her mind to something, she flies.

Farah moves down between my legs, beside Taylor. The lioness is back, and she looks hungry. She points my dick at Farah, who looks one last time up at me before wrapping her lips around it. Taylor dips lower, sucking on my balls. It’s wet and soft and so amazingly intense. I’d pop again if I hadn’t just. Even then, it’s like flying down a rollercoaster with no end in sight.

As good as it feels, it’s even hotter to watch. I look down and watch two beautiful faces work me, two sets of eyes looking up at me, one dark, one light, both watching for my rapture.

“Switch?” Taylor asks.

Farah has never licked my balls. She does now, though, but not before watching the blonde consume my dick and bob away. I wonder if she feels jealousy, but she doesn’t show it. She doesn’t show hesitation, either, as she sucks my balls into her mouth.

“Uh, God!” I groan. “It’s too much.”

Farah giggles, pulling off. Taylor doesn’t stop, however, taking my entire dick into her mouth and down her throat before slurping back off and doing it all over again. She’s good. Like really good. And so different from Farah, who’s softer, more sensual, more intimate.

Farah. I look, and she’s there, at my side, looking impressed. I want to include her, so I kiss her, drawing her close to me. We pull the babydoll off together so I can feast on her breasts. Her small nipples are so hard, dark pebbles sitting high on her perky orbs. I tease them, nearly biting down on them in my hunger.

“Let me show you how grateful I am,” I whisper, looking up at her. She sweeps her dark hair from her face and smiles. She knows what to do. “It’s been a long time since you’ve sat on my face.”

Farah giggles. Taylor pulls off my dick and looks up at us. “I want to see that!”

I’m already tugging at my wife’s thong, eager to include her in this threesome once again. She looks at Taylor one last time, hesitating to shed this last scrap of modesty. It’s absurd and I love it.

“Cute landing strip,” Taylor says as Farah shimmies out of her panties.

“Thanks.” She touched it up just before Taylor came over. I know because when she climbs up on me, facing away from Taylor, and lowers her pussy to my mouth, all the skin beneath that strip is impeccably smooth.

I go to work on her, and Taylor goes back to working me, and like that, we’re filling the bedroom with our groans and moans. I squeeze Farah’s ass, feeling her muscles flex and relax as she grinds into my face. I can see her soar above me, eyes closed, hands in her hair.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Taylor says. “I need to fuck. Can I fuck him?”

“Uh, yes!” Farah moans. I’m not certain she’s answering the question, or crying out in pleasure. Taylor takes it as permission, though. I feel her mouth leave me. I feel her soft skin slide up my thighs. A moment later, I feel a very slippery pussy envelop my dick.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she moans. “New dick is the best fucking dick.”

Farah’s orgasm wells up through her. She hunches over me as she comes, smothering me in her pussy, her body shuddering. She rolls off of me, flopping down at my side, and pushes her hair out of her face.

I tense, waiting for the dream to shatter when she sees me fucking another woman. She doesn’t. Instead, she just snuggles close and watches Taylor ride me. “That’s… surprisingly sexy.”

“Isn’t it fun to watch people fuck?” Taylor says with a smile. “I cannot wait to watch the two of you in action.”

But first, we watch Taylor in action. It’s amazing, and feels even better. She moves her hips with practice and confidence, making a show of it. She licks her fingers, getting them all wet, before reaching down and rubbing her clit. The whole time, she looks at me—at us. 

I make sure to kiss Farah, to stroke her hair and hold her close as we break our vows and cross these lines. I’m happy she’s here. I can’t believe that she’s here. I can’t believe any of this is happening.

Taylor gets herself off on my dick, using me like a dildo more than a partner. I’m okay with that. She’s the kind of person I could watch masturbate all day long—I probably would have if I was younger and Pornhub existed back then.

“Mmm, that was good.” She leans down and kisses me, squeezing my still hard cock with her pussy. She flipped her curls out of her face and smiles at Farah. “Your turn.”

Before my wife can respond, Taylor tilts her head and kisses her. Not just a soft kiss on the lips, either. She threads her fingers through Farah’s hair, pulling her head close as she pushes her tongue into my wife’s mouth.

Farah pulls back, alarmed at the female intimacy. “I’m sorry, I’ve… never done that before.”

“Really? Oh, you should try it.” She carefully arranges some of Farah’s hair. “You never know what you like until you do, right?”

I must have throbbed inside of her, because Taylor giggles and looks at me. “Feels like hubby here definitely likes the idea.”

Farah looks at me, too. “Oh, I definitely know that he does.”

“But this isn’t just about him,” Taylor says. She groans as she slips off of me. “It’s about fun for all of us. It’s about fun for you, Farah.”

Farah nods.

“What’s your favorite sex position?”

“Cowgirl,” she says.

“My favorite, too.” Taylor pumps my dick. “Climb on up and take your ride, girl.”

Farah laughs. Taylor has this way about diffusing any situation. She’s like fun personified, in the most explicit of ways. This whole evening, this whole arrangement, was her idea, after all. Farah and I were just caught up in her wake.

Farah takes the position that Taylor had just occupied, knees on either side of me, my cock sliding into her very wet pussy. The blonde had been like a wet dream, but Farah was my real dream. I love everything about this woman, and can’t believe I’ve taken her for granted these last few years. I love her bronzed complexion. I love how her dark hair curls at the tips as they graze her perky tits. I love how her hips flare out from her narrow waist. Most of all, I love the way she looks at me as she feels my cock open her.

“I love that feeling,” Farah moans softly.

“I love watching it,” Taylor agrees. “Fuck, that’s sexy as fuck.”

Farah laughs at the other woman, despite the intimacy of the moment.

“I love your tits,” she says. She slides her hand up Farah’s body before she can help herself, filling her hand with my wife’s soft flesh. “Do you mind?”

Just watching the two women stare at one another is hot. When Farah glances down at me and sees the lust in my face, she shakes her head. “I don’t mind.”

Taylor doesn’t waste time. She has her mouth on Farah’s nipple and, a short moment later, her fingers tracing down Farah’s landing strip. The reaction is instantaneous. I grow an inch inside of Farah as Farah arches back, eyes fluttering shut, a moan tumbling from her throat.

I reach out, my hands seeking her hips, and begin to guide her up and down my dick. She crests, her body suspended between us, between our hands and fingers, between our touch, Taylor’s mouth.

“Oh yes!” Farah cries. “Oh, oh, ohhh!”

I don’t come, but I’m so close. I’m a breath away from it. When Taylor sits fully up on her knees, kissing Farah’s neck, I inch closer. When Farah opens her eyes and smiles at the other woman beside her, I pass the point of no return.

It’s Farah who tilts her head first. It’s Farah who leans forward to meet the other woman’s lips. This time, when they kiss, she doesn’t pull away. She’s not startled. This time, Farah welcomes Taylor’s tongue with her own, and loses herself in the French kiss.

I lose it, too, grunting as I watch the two women make out. It’s about as unreal as any of the evening. It’s everything I was hoping for. It’s more than that. And it’s far from over.

I watch in disbelief as Taylor helps Farah off of me, onto her back beside me. I watch them kiss more. I watch Taylor slowly make her way down my wife’s body, down between her legs, until her blond hair brushes Farah’s thighs. My wife takes my hand as she feels another woman run her tongue along her pussy for the first time in her life.

Her whole body rolls, bucking at the new sensation. I look down, watching Taylor and her blue eyes stare up at me with delight. She enjoys what she’s doing. She enjoys the taste of my wife.

“Oh, God!” Farah moans. I kiss her neck and caress her body as she writhes and gasps. I cup her wonderful breasts and tweak her nipples. I lose count of her orgasms, one washing into the next and the next. 

“You know what’s an even better view?” Taylor asks. She wiggles her ass. I take the hint, moving into place behind her. I think nothing of it as I sink my dick into her and start doing her doggy style. This is how far we’ve come in such a short amount of time.

The view is truly glorious—Taylor and her blond hair between Farah’s tawny thighs, Farah’s breasts heaving, her fingers clenched in the blankets around her. She comes again, screaming this time. And this time, she begs off. “Too much. Too much!”

Taylor sits up, arching her back so she can keep me inside of her as she twists and kisses me. I taste my wife on her mouth. I grab her small tits from behind her and knead them as we make out.

Farah just watches from the bed, in a daze, smiling and looking drunk on all of her orgasms.

“Your wife is fucking hot,” Taylor says. “Jordan is going to have so much fun with her.”

And that, right there, is the other side of the coin, the other part of The Arrangement that I’ve been so diligently ignoring. I get to experience two women. Next week, Taylor’s husband, Jordan gets his turn, and Farah will fuck another man. The week after, in the grand finale, Farah will have both of us.

It makes me sick to my stomach every time I consider it. I get dizzy. I feel feverish. The deal is simple—she has a threesome with me and another woman, and then gets a threesome with me and another guy. At the time, it felt like a trade-off I could get behind. Now I’m less certain.

Only that’s not quite how my body responds. I don’t wilt. I don’t soften as I drive into Taylor. The temperature still spikes around me. I still swoon, woozy and mildly nauseous. I look down at Farah, who’s still lying there, legs spread, her pussy open to me—and soon would be open to another man.

“Uh, God,” I groan. I can’t stop myself, my climax coming on like an ambush. One moment, I want to tear my hair out. The next, I’m grunting and spasming as I unload into Taylor’s clenching pussy.

Even with the Viagra, I think that I’m done. I feel like a dishcloth at the end of a long evening—used up, wrung out, limp. Taylor isn’t, however.

She gets up, naked and completely at ease in her nudity. I flop down beside Farah, spooning her as I watch the blonde cross the room to her purse. I kiss my wife softly, who giggles as my lips tickle her sensitive skin.

Taylor retrieves a small vibrator from her bag, twists the base to fill the room with a pleasant humming, then turns it off. “Farah, want to help me out?”

“I’m not sure what to do,” she says.

“Do what’s natural.” Taylor rejoins us on the bed. “Do what you’d want to do to yourself.”

Taylor spreads out on her back, one knee propped up, her sex spread. I rub Farah’s shoulder encouragingly, kissing the back of her neck. I try my best to breathe. It’s not easy.

She takes the vibrator from Taylor. Her hands shake as she twists it on, and she nearly drops it when it starts to hum. She giggles. 

Taylor takes her wrist and guides it down between her legs. Farah’s eyes are trained on what she’s about to do. Taylor, meanwhile, watches my wife’s face with open lust. None of this is a show for me—then again, I realize how egocentric that makes me sound.

“Fuck yeah,” Taylor groans as the vibrator passes along her shaved mound, hovering on her clit. She shudders. Farah doesn’t push the vibe in, though, but uses it to work Taylor into a lather.

I think Taylor is about as surprised as I am when Farah leans down and latches her lips to the other woman’s stiff nipple. Or how, after a moment of suckling, she moves up and kisses the other woman on the mouth.

Incredibly, I’m hard again, my dick swelling between Farah’s buttocks. It only encourages her to kiss Taylor more. She gets into it, their tongues dueling as Farah rubs the vibrator along Taylor’s clit.

I shift behind my wife, and she reads me perfectly. She lifts her thigh enough that I can slide into her from behind. She’s so wet. Shockingly wet. This isn’t a show for me. She’s into this other woman.

“Oh, fuck,” Taylor cries. She reaches down, grabs Farah’s wrist, and holds the vibrator against her clit as she shudders through her orgasm. She’s laughing when her cries finally pass, buoyed up by her climax. She opens her eyes and meets Farah’s. “Thank you,” she says. “You know your way around a vibe.” She kisses Farah’s neck. “So do I.”

With that, she shifts down the bed, kissing the sinuous topography of Farah’s curves, until she’s back between my wife’s legs. Only this time, I’m there, fucking her from behind, and Taylor has a vibrator.

“Uh!” Farah’s whole body jolts. I slide closer, hugging her, looking down her body where Taylor is rubbing her clit with the toy. The blonde lifts Farah’s leg, folding it upward and looking at me expectantly. I follow her direction, curling my arm into the crook of my wife’s knee to hold her legs open and exposed.

Taylor rewards me back, lapping at my balls and teasing my shaft as I fuck Farah. Mostly, though, she eats Farah out, driving her wild with lust. I can’t tell if she’s coming or just moaning and thrashing, but it goes on and on, a rolling orgasm.

“Fuck her harder,” Taylor demands. Like I’m not manning up to the job. She rubs my wife’s mound. “She wants to be fucked, man. Give it to her like you mean it and she’ll explode.” She brushes the vibrator over my balls. “Trust me.”

I don’t know much about Taylor, but I get the feeling that when it comes to sex, despite being at least ten years younger, she has a lot more experience. So with Farah basically folded and bound in my arms, I start to drive my hips against her ass as instructed.

“Yes,” Farah gasps, stilted, tight. “Yes, there. There!”

We don’t have hard, physical sex. It was never something that I thought Farah wanted. In fact, I’m pretty sure that at one point, when we were watching some porn together, she commented on how she didn’t think she could be taken like the pornstars were.

“Harder!” Taylor orders. She grinds the vibrator against Farah’s clit as I fuck harder. My hip whisks along the bed, building up heat in the friction until it feels like fire. My muscles hurt, too, hip flexors and abs getting worked in a way that they aren’t used to. My bicep screams from holding Farah open. But I don’t stop. I don’t dare to stop.

Farah rocks back into me, her head jarring against my chin as she screams. “Oh my—OH MY!” I drive hard. “OH MY GOD YES!”

I’m right there with her, orgasming for a third time, although my balls don’t have much left to give. When I slip out of my wife, Taylor cleans my dick off first, then goes down on Farah and her creampie.

Farah shivers, finally pushing the blonde away as she’s just too sensitive. I let go of her legs, folding it back onto her other, as she tries to catch her breath.

“And that,” Taylor announces, “is why you never write something off as ‘just sex.’” She kisses Farah first, and then me. We couldn’t do much more than just lay there in a tangle together as Taylor sits up. “You two are so cute. I’m so glad we did this.”

She slips off of the bed. “Now for my favorite part,” she adds, reaching for her robe.

“What’s that?” Farah asks.

“Going home and letting Jordan reclaim my pussy.” She winks. “See you around. And Farah, I’ll call you about next week.”

Next week. When my debt comes due and Farah fucks another man.

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The devil's bargain has been made. In the next chapter, Taylor's husband gets to live out his MFF fantasy with Farah. How will our narrator handle this? Find out on Friday, April 19, 2024.