Cam paced nervously back and forth. This was a first for both of them. They were finally going to have a threesome. This was it. No turning back. Going to do it. He kept up the self-talk. Nervous as hell, he thought. Why am I so fucking nervous?
Danna was already wet. This threesome was long-anticipated for her. But she knew that it was not a traditional threesome. Their third person was male, and bisexual. She was going to have sex with both men, and they were going to also have sex with each other. The very thought made her swell. She dressed carefully, taking her time, making sure the details were exact. Her legs were shaved, smooth, new panties, pushup bra. Over it all, a lovely sexy red gown. Ripe red lips, a touch of perfume. She was ready.
She joined Cam on the couch. He had missed a spot when he shaved, she could see. A casual shirt, khakis, slip on shoes.
She placed her hand on Cam’s knee. “Calm,” she said. “You will be fine.” She smiled slightly, and he relaxed. She poured them both a glass of champagne. “To new adventures,” he said, and they clinked glasses. A third glass waited for the arrival.
A firm knock on the door startled them both. Cam rose to answer the door, a firm black man, tall, strong. He opened to see their pick, an older white man, same height as Cam, but less bulk. “Welcome,” Cam took his hand. “Come in, please. You must be Scott.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied Scott. He was a bit nervous, but found both of these people attractive, and knew their evening was going to be great fun for all of them. Danna was so sexy in her red, with her porcelain skin a nice contrast. He wondered how Cam was going to respond tonight. According to Danna, he had never touched a man sexually. But he was willing to play tonight. That’s what mattered.
The three shared another glass of champagne, Scott sitting on the couch between them. It felt comfortable, which surprised all of them. No awkward pauses, there were so many shared interests.
Danna was ready. She could not wait another moment. She placed her hand on Scott’s knee. Trailed her fingers up and down. She could easily see his bulge beginning to grow. VERY nice, she thought. Cam watched her with amusement, she was enjoying herself. He watched as she turned Scott’s face to hers, and kissed him deeply, her tongue darting in and out. She stopped and turned to Cam, your turn. “Um,” he replied.
“Put your hand on his knee,” she ordered. She loved being in charge, and knew Cam needed a little incentive to get going. “Now!”
Cam complied. “Yes, mistress,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this. Danna took his hand, rubbing up and down Scott’s leg. “Feel how nice and strong this is,” she said. “Now higher.” Cam moved his hand higher on Scott’s leg.
Scott watched, smiling, as the tug of war commenced. He was willing to do whatever the couple wanted, as they wanted it. He was hoping for certain things, but would take what he could get. No hurry. He knew that Cam was inexperienced, so he would wait.
Danna reached over to unbuckle and unzip Scott’s pants. “Oooh, that’s beautiful,” she told him. “Your cock is nice.” She began to stroke his hardness. “Your turn,” she told Cam. Cam tentatively touched the tip of his penis. It felt like his own. He was aware of his own cock growing. He wondered how it would feel in his mouth.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” purred Danna.
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