Confessions of a Threesome Pt. 01

In turn the Wife talked about growing up on a horse farm and her subsequent love of animals. Even though they only had one dog now and she volunteered at a local shelter, she eventually wanted them to retire to a farm or an animal rescue. The Husband told us that while he was making fairly good money in his current tech job, it wasn't fulfilling him, and he'd like to find a career where he could work outdoors more. "Lumberjack?" the Wife suggested jokingly, and we all laughed. "You just want to see me in a flannel shirt cutting down trees," he teased her huskily.

At that point, I drifted off and found myself resting the back of my head against the lip of the pool and letting my legs float lazily in front of me. I closed my eyes for a while and breathed deeply of the chlorine-laced steam around me, enjoying the high enveloping me. I felt like I was rising into the starry sky, higher and higher without end, but it wasn't unpleasant. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw the Husband and Wife kissing not too far from me. It was a little more passionate than the times on the couch. In fact they were full on making out. Unlike the other times, I openly watched them. They were so in love with each other and always so attuned to their partner's bodies. Her hands were tangled in his hair, which had gone dark when wet, and he was pulling her hips flush against his. Her hands drifted down to his solid chest as their mouths explored each other, and I could see their lower bodies faintly rocking as she sighed softly in pleasure.

I didn't feel like a voyeur; it was almost like I was cataloguing what a real, loving relationship looked like as opposed to fumbled groping in the dark of a teenaged boy's bedroom. I knew I'd some day have that when the boys around me grew up, and I wanted a peek to get accustomed. I told myself it was just that, but I couldn't deny my nipples were peaked, and there was a telltale wetness between my legs.

I was so engrossed with my thoughts that I didn't realize they had stopped kissing and were now regarding me as their bodies were still wrapped in an embrace. When I finally noticed, my eyes went wide, and I looked away to hide the mortification rising into my cheeks.

The Husband laughed quietly. I felt the water lap against me as they disengaged. "Please don't be embarrassed, Cameron," the Wife cajoled as she approached me. "We engage in PDA a lot. We can't really help it! We just don't think anything of it because we're so used to being around you. But if it bothers you, we'll make an effort not to do it when you're here."

Her words made sense as they sank into me. I actually thought they'd think I was the perv getting off to some innocent kissing, but they were afraid they'd upset me! They weren't doing anything tawdry; they were just a married couple kissing in a pool. If anything, I wished my parents would be a little more affectionate with each other like our neighbors. There was the occasional peck good morning or goodbye, and that was it. I don't think I ever remembered seeing my parents hold hands.

I turned my head back to them and saw the Wife was within arm's length at the edge of the pool, the Husband behind her, his hands on her shoulders. They were both looking at me a little anxiously, and I couldn't help giving a brief laugh in relief. "Oh my gosh, it's O.K.," I said, shaking my head. "I just didn't know if you wanted privacy or not, and here I was looking over... "

The Wife shook her head and grinned, her hand trailing along my arm and touching my elbow. "No, no," the Husband argued. "We're so comfortable with you that we just forget. Actually," he dipped his head and almost shyly said, "you can watch if you want. We don't mind. We like you. We just want to make sure you're not uncomfortable."

I was shocked by his words, and I really didn't know how to take them. Did they WANT me to watch them make out, or did they just not care? Did THEY get off around voyeurs? Or were they just a really cool couple who didn't have hang-ups and didn't care if friends were around when they kissed? I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to ask if they preferred I watch them, but I wasn't brave enough.

I looked at them both. The sun had started setting, so their faces were in planes of shadow, but I still saw the warm regard in their eyes. The Wife squeezed my elbow gently, and it was then I noticed her full breasts just underneath the surface of the water. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had a feeling whatever I said would set the tone of our relationship and could change things forever. I didn't want that responsibility; I wasn't ready for it. Instead, I looked down at the water, watching the remaining rays of the sun swirl along the surface as the cold breeze blew ripples around us.

She made a soothing sound and moved closer into my personal space. Her hand softly cupped my jaw, and her thumb stroked my cheek. "We overwhelmed you," she whispered. "Cameron, we like you so, so much. We think you're beautiful and special and unique. That's all it has to be, if you want. We'll enjoy each other's company. We'll respect your boundaries. But," and here her voice got a bit huskier, the nail of her thumb now lightly scraping my cheek, "I think you liked watching us, and that's O.K. too. If you did, don't say anything." I couldn't look up yet, wouldn't if you paid me, but I did snap my mouth shut. I couldn't affirm, but I wouldn't deny, and she knew that.

Her hand moved so that now her fingertip grazed along my bottom lip. I tingled everywhere she touched me, and I felt my body grow tight with lust. "I thought so," she whispered again. "The truth is we were hoping you'd watch. And that you'd like it." I didn't move closer or further away from them. I was swept along in this current they created for me, and I had no desire to fight my way from it. I couldn't believe what was happening, that my darkest instincts had been correct. Did I want this?

YES, I realized. I did want this. But I was also scared. Was this wrong? Were my urges wrong? Should I say yes? So many questions went through my mind in that instant, and I could barely parse any of them. Instead, I thought about what I wanted. What I knew about myself and what experiences I craved, and I took the leap.

"I did," I whispered back. I heard the Husband take a deep breath through his nose behind her.

"Did what, sweetie?" she purred, her finger making circles around my lips.

"I liked it. Watching you," I said haltingly. I chanced a glance up and saw the heat in both their eyes. It was so intense that I looked down again, afraid it would be too much. However, the confirmation of their desire encouraged me. "I liked watching your hands on each other while you kissed." An unwelcome blush spread across my face.

"Did you want to put your hands on us too?" the Husband inquired tightly. He was very still, and I instinctively realized he was using all his willpower to keep from lunging at us. Even though that was more than I was ready for, the thought of the power I had over him at the moment was heady and flushed my inexperienced body with longing. I nodded, and he groaned.

"You poor thing, I know this is a big deal for you," the Wife said and stroked my wet hair from my face. "We won't go any faster or further than you want. Ever. But can I ask you... would it be all right if I kissed you?"

I was suddenly confronted with something I never really explored within myself. I had fantasies about being with other women, sure, but I didn't know if I actually WANTED to be with another woman in reality. Sometimes I thought I did, sometimes the thought almost repulsed me. It would be several more years before I knew myself well enough to say that I was bisexual in bed but heterosexual in romance. It was even longer before I was comfortable enough to say it while people around me scoffed or questioned my sexuality. Lesbians would ask me, "How do you know you don't want to be in relationships with women if you don't try it?" I'd answer, "How do you know you won't like being in a relationship with a man if you don't try it?" Men would tell me, "Girls experiment at a certain age. You're not really bisexual." I'd counter, "Men like to tell women what they should feel and do with their own bodies, but I'm sure you're not really an asshole." Honestly, you were the first person who could hear me say, "Hi, my name is Cameron, and I like having sex with men and women, but I only like dating men," and not judge me for it.

Maybe it was the weed at work, but this right now was just a kiss. And, oh my gosh, the Wife had the fullest, juiciest mouth. Her mouth and breasts were so ripe and plump, and in her small five-foot-four frame, they seemed even more enhanced. "Close your eyes if it's O.K.," she told me, and I did.

A moment later, I felt her warm breath fan my face and just the lightest touch of her lips against mine. She moved closer. Our bodies were now almost touching in the water. She pressed her lips to me again, just as lightly as before, and moved them left to right to cover every untouched spot. My nerve endings tingled with sensation. I gripped the wet concrete next to me, feeling it scrape my hand. I tilted my head toward her, deepening the kiss. She smiled against my lips, and her hand started weaving through my hair. I heard the heavy breathing of the Husband, but so far he stayed back. That was a good thing. I think I would have been overwhelmed with the two of them at once. They told me later that if I had accepted their advances, the Wife only would approach me at first for that very reason.

Her tongue licked at the seam of my mouth, and I let her in, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. What if I was a bad kisser? My boyfriend said I was good, but what did he know? Her tongue carefully explored the contours of my mouth, the slick, velvety glide causing me to moan softly against her lips. If it wasn't for the pool, my wetness would have soaked my bathing suit. The Husband murmured, "Oh my God," this time off to my left, letting me know he moved around to get a better view of the two of us. Emboldened by that thought, I pulled back just a little and sucked on her full lower lip, using my tongue to flick along the edge.

She jerked back and whispered, "Holy shit." Instantly, I felt a wash of humiliation. I must have done something wrong. I cringed away, but she grabbed me by the shoulders. "No, no, Cam, don't pull away. I just wasn't expecting that. You're so fucking hot that I had to pull back, or I'd jump you right here and now. Cam, look at us."

Hesitantly, I raised my head. The Husband was now next to the Wife, and they were both looking at me with a mixture of worry and molten heat. Her breasts were heaving slightly with her quick breathing, and his jaw was hard and clenched with his repressed craving. But my eyes strayed to her mouth, a mouth parted and glossy from my tongue. My gaze darkened at the knowledge, and they both laughed in relief. "There's our girl," the Husband said. He swam to the edge of the pool and lifted himself out. I couldn't help but be transfixed by the tall, lean line of his hard body, his muscles bunching and releasing as he got to his feet.

He soon returned with two dry towels, and I found myself awash in uncertainty. Surely, he didn't want me to go to bed with them right away, right? A kiss was one thing, but sex?

The Wife swam to me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. As if she read my mind, she said, "Don't worry, tonight I just wanted a kiss. That's all. You don't ever have to be uncomfortable with us."

The Husband smiled warmly at me. "It's getting dark. If you don't want to walk, I can drive you home."

It surprised me that they were so at ease with not pushing me into something I didn't want to do yet, and I was grateful. I had so many things to think about, so many moments to dissect, and I wanted to be alone and still when I did.

The thought of walking in the subzero air, even for a couple blocks, was too much for me, and I accepted the Husband's offer for a drive. I wondered a bit at how easy it was for them to pull back as I sat ensconced in the black leather of the Husband's SUV while looking out the window. Had they done this before? Or maybe I bored them? Was I just a distraction to these two, whereas I felt helplessly in their thrall when I was with them? To my astonishment, I found myself wanting them to be as mindless with need for me as they made me. I didn't even know if I could accomplish that, but I wanted it.

Just as I was really starting to doubt myself and this endeavor, the Husband sluiced through some half-melted slush and pulled up in my driveway. We looked at each other in silence for a minute. I didn't know what he was thinking, and I wanted to. Eventually, he reached over and unbuckled my seatbelt, letting his knuckles graze my jeans-clad upper thigh. "We want to give you all the time you require, but I need you to know something, Cameron."

"What is it?" I whispered.

"Tonight, when my wife and I are fucking, we're going to be thinking of you. We're going to tell each other all the things we want to do to you and your sweet pussy, and when we come, it'll be your name on our lips."

We stared at each other in tense silence, our gazes locked on each other's faces. I couldn't look away in that moment if the jaws of life tried to pry me out of the car. I felt dizzy at his words and couldn't get enough air. He squeezed my hand, and I had the feeling we both were wishing there weren't so many clothes separating us. Eventually, I muttered, "O.K.," and scrambled from his car, his deep laugh following me until I shut the door.

I have no doubt they carried out his promise. Just as I took my time that night exploring my pussy under the covers with the door locked. And though I stayed nearly quiet, their names were certainly on my lips as my orgasm rolled through me and through me and through me.

***

To say I felt awkward the next time I walked my neighbors' dog would be an understatement. But when I returned him home and shyly stepped into their living room, there they were on the couch with an open bottle of wine and a DVD of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" queued up. They both brightened at my arrival and waved me in. I sank between them like I had dozens of times before. I could almost believe the episode in the pool was a dream.

The movie started, and the Wife rested her head on my shoulder like normal. I did the same. Somehow, during the second bottle of wine and right around when Doc Golightly catches up to Holly and Paul, the kissing started. At first it was slow, soft presses of our lips together, her mouth cool against my fevered face. Then it progressed to an open-mouthed joining, our tongues twirling around each other, soft moans punctuating the smack of one kiss ending an another beginning.

"I think he's feeling left out," she said at one point. I turned to the Husband on my other side, my eyes heavy-lidded and my mouth swollen from his wife's kisses. "Jesus," he said reverently. He squeezed my shoulder and brushed the hair from my eyes. At this point, I was aroused and tipsy enough not to hesitate.

"Kiss me," I ordered him. He raised an eyebrow at my command but didn't wait another moment to comply. He tried to be restrained, bless him, but his mouth was all over me, and it was just what I needed. I kissed him desperately as his tongue forced its way into my mouth and ravaged me while his big, strong body caged me. The Wife pressed against my back and kissed along my jawline, her hands tangling in his hair. My hands wound around his neck, and we three moaned against each other.

We made out until the end of the movie, and then I went home. It became a routine for us for a while. I'd walk the dog, the movie would start, and within minutes we would become tangled in each other. However, kissing was as far as it went. We stroked and caressed each other but never went under clothing or below the waist. We whispered dirty endearments but never anything that went beyond what we were already doing. Not like what the Husband said to me that night in his car. Each time, I was left empty and aching. But our evenings were so hot regardless, and I would feel a blush creep up my neck when memories came to me unbidden at inopportune moments, like during English class or at the supper table.

At some point, I found myself ready for the next step but unsure how to ask for it. Before, they had always taken the lead for me, yet now they were lingering at this plateau and not climbing up to the next ledge.

One evening, I lay with my back against the Husband, his obvious erection pressing into my ass. His arms were around me, and his hands cupped and caressed my breasts over my sweater. The Wife straddled the both of us, her lips laving mine with intense kisses. I held the perfect orbs of her breasts in my hands and squeezed each time her tongue delved into my mouth. The thought of actually feeling them, skin to skin, made my mouth water, and my hands unbidden crept under her sweatshirt and inched up her stomach. I kept my eyes closed while she made soft sounds of encouragement in my ear. The Husband turned my head to him for his own kisses. My hands reached the underside swell of her breasts, and I was surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra. I cupped them, marveling at the satiny smoothness of her skin there. My thumbs brushed her nipples, and she moaned, "Finally!"

I broke the Husband's kiss and looked at her in surprise. "You were waiting for me?"

He chuckled and hugged me close. "We decided to wait for you to make the next move to be sure you really wanted us."

I twisted my neck to look up at him. "You could've told me!"

"Would have defeated the purpose." The Wife smiled and tugged on a lock of my hair.

I looked from one to the other. "I want you. I want this," I confessed. "I'm just... "

"Scared?" the Husband guessed, worry creasing his brow.

I shook my head. "Overwhelmed is the best word, I guess. I appreciate how carefully you guys are moving with me. It's just what I need. But I don't want you to think I'm having second thoughts. I suppose what I want to say is... I'm in. I'm fully signed up."

They grinned, and I can only describe those smiles as sunshine and beauty. The Wife met the Husband's gaze, and their joy eased away during a silent conversation they had.

"What?" I asked, concerned. Were they having second thoughts about me?

The Wife pursed her lips a bit as she focused on me. "We don't want to put you on the spot, Cameron, but are you a virgin?"

I blushed but shook my head. "No. There was one. One guy, but I mean, a few times. Not a lot. Several. Not several. A few." I was babbling in my nervousness.

The Wife ducked her head with a smile, and the Husband squeezed me briefly and kissed the top of my head. I got a sense of relief from them.

"Why?" I asked.

The Wife looked back up at me. "Because he's... well, he's an amazing lover, but we thought he'd be too large and intense for a virgin."

My eyes widened at the implications. I mean, I had a sense of his size at that moment on my rear end, but I hadn't followed the observation through to its natural conclusion. "My ex-boyfriend wasn't a lightweight himself, but I get what you're saying. I've never been with a girl, though. Is that O.K.?" I asked anxiously.

The Wife grinned wickedly. "That's completely O.K.," she purred.

"Have you ever wanted to be with one?" the Husband asked before he gently bit my earlobe. His hands left my tits and reached out to pull his wife's shirt up and over her head.

"Yes," I whispered, the full globes of her breasts now bared completely for me. I weighed them in each hand. If I guessed, I'd say she was a D cup. They hung so full yet so pert on her frame. Her nipples were dusky rose, the areolas around them large with a browner tinge.