Three Way
by Porn Review Blog I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so
many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About a two months ago
I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at
about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted
to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a
goregous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She’s really tall,
about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has
a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice
tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend
that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we weren’t anything more than friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is was to find new friends
and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I
excused ourselves and went to the “powder room”, the wine we’d been drinking
in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came
out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I
checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and
down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not
that I’d try to take a married guy from his wife). I’m not bad looking. I’m
five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy
“bedroom” eyes), and I’m proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes
I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky
affair that showed off my figure and was green and black (my favorite colors)
and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that
accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side
that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said “I’m jealous.
John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes.” I looked at her,
not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I’d noticed John eyeing me a
lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John
was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a
fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me
with an impish look in her eye. “Have you ever done that?” she asked. I
blushed, thinking of one time I had, and told her yes. It was several years
ago with my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Debbie wanted the details, but
I sort of stammered, saying that it was a long story. She said I’d have to
tell her about it some other time, but she’d also had that fantasy, and wanted
to know how it felt. When she said that I could feel myself start to get wet
thinking about her and John in bed and her fantasizing about another woman
with them. Debbie started to adjust her clothes a bit, and then asked me to
check her bra strap, that she thought it was coming loose. I stood behind
her and unzipped the back of her dress. My hands shook slightly, as I reached
to re-hook one of the three hooks that had come loose. I felt her stiffen as
my fingers touched her bare skin, and felt little electric shocks race through
me, making my pussy feel even wetter. I hooked her bra, and Debbie suddenly
leaned back. I thought she was fainting and caught her with my hands on her
sides, just below her large breasts. She breathed heavily and turned around,
a needing look in her eyes. She reached out and squeezed my left breast in
her hand, and both of us moaned slightly. My pussy was really wet and I was
a bit scared that she’d want to do me right in the restroom. “God, you’re
so beautiful.” she whispered. My knees were weak and I finally told her that
we needed to get back, half afraid that she’d ignore me, half afraid she
wouldn’t. She took a deep breath, and said “You’re right.” We straightened
ourselves up and headed for the door. Debbie stopped and said “If we can get
rid of David, would you like to come over to our place tonight?” I stopped,
stunned at her boldness, and heard myself answer “Yes, and maybe your fantasy
will come true.” Did I really say that? What had come over me? Maybe it
was the wine; or was it? Debbie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and
we rejoined the guys at the table.
Before I go on, let me explain that while I’d been to bed with my boy-
friend and my best girlfriend, I’d never made love to another woman. My best
friend and I shared my boyfriend, not each other. I wondered afterwards about
it, because everytime our bodies had touched or brushed each other, I felt so
incredibly sexy. I’ve seen porno movies and girls doing girls, and it doesn’t
turn me off, but it does excite men with the “nastiness” of it. But then, I
was raised by very religious parents too, and at 25, I’d finally gotten over
feeling guilty about enjoying sex. I’d also found that I enjoyed teasing my
boyfriend by dressing and exposing my tits or pussy, like a tank top pulled
down so my tits were exposed. But I’d never been with another woman and I
wondered about Debbie’s bold squeeze of my breast. Sitting at the table,
every time I saw her cleaveage I could feel my pussy throb.
Anyway, we left the restaurant, and Debbie asked David if it was alright
if I went with them, as Debbie wanted to show me her art work (Debbie was an
artist for a big company, but she loved to paint at home too). David said he
didn’t mind, and I thanked him for introducing me to Debbie and John, and
John said that he and Debbie would take me home. David left and I got into
the car with John and Debbie, sitting in the middle at Debbie’s insistance.
While we drove through the darkness to their house, Debbie’s dress had slid
up on her legs, and her left thigh was very exposed by the slit of her dress.
John was looking left as he turned and Debbie took my right hand and placed
it on her thigh. I could feel her warm skin through her pantyhose and I felt
a sort of electric shock. I looked at her, and she was watching my face too.
John was distracted, talking about how well Debbie painted and trying to
merge onto the freeway at the same time. The wine had loosened my inhibitions
and I slid my hand under Debbie’s dress and touched her pussy. I felt her
hips rise against my hand, and I found that she was so wet she’d almost soaked
her pantyhose! I looked at John just in time. He looked at me and asked me
if I liked hot tubs. “Sure.” I said. He didn’t see my hand under Debbie’s
dress in the darkness and he paid more attention to his driving. I removed
my hand, and looked at Debbie. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing very
deeply. Her slick moistness was on my fingers and I told her I’d love to look
at her paintings before we hit the hot tubs. While she answered I raised my
fingers to my mouth and licked her honey from my fingers. Her eyes were
riveted on my lips and I smiled. John of course wasn’t watching so he didn’t
know what we were doing.
They had a lovely two story house in a new area just outside of town.
John said he’d pour some more wine and went to the kitchen and Debbie led me
by the hand upstairs to her “studio”. Once there, with John making noises
downstairs, Debbie pulled me to her and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
Her tounge slid past my parted lips and found mine. Her body seemed to burn
against me, her hands cupped my behind, fondling them eagerly. I could feel
my panties were sopping wet and my tounge followed hers into her mouth. We
kept this up until we heard John coming up the stairs. John passed out some
rather large glasses of white wine and we sipped and looked at Debbie’s art.
She was really a good artist. Some of her works were landscapes but most
were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any
swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. John opened a closet door
and pulled out what he called his “favorite painting”. Debbie blushed a bit
and said that John was biased. John turned the painting around and I looked
at a self portrait of Debbie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled
up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked
at her large breasts and nipples and her very blonde pussy. Her legs were
gorgeous and trim too. My pussy felt wetter than ever. I looked at Debbie
and said that she was so beautiful. She blushed and told John to show her
the other one. This was a full length nude of John, with a tremendous
erection. I whistled and told John that he made a very good model. “Debbie
had to keep me hard while she painted that. And it took her three days!”
We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt
like she should be proud of her beautiful bod. We talked about painting and
of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot
tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild.
Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that
I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go
into the tub first while I said I’d like to try on one of Debbie’s suits.
John went downstairs and undressed by the tub while we went into the master
bedroom. Debbie opened a drawer and told me to look through her suits and
see if anything would fit. She stepped over by the bed and stripped out of
her clothes quickly. I followed her example and quickly removed my clothes.
Now we were both naked and close to each other, and I felt myself tremble
as she came closer. Her hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, sending a
wave of pleasure over me. I reached up to hers and felt their warmth and
their fullness. Debbie begged me to suck her nipples and I leaned forward,
thinking how exciting this was. I licked her large and dark nipples, and
sucked them the way I like it. I pinched them between my lips, and tugged
gently. Debbie moaned softly the whole time, her hips swaying and she was
breathing deeply. I guess I really got into it, and she had to pry me off
her breasts to kiss me. She kissed me hard and passionately, and I seemed
to melt against her. Her hands explored me and found my pussy. When her
fingers touched the lips of my pussy, I shuddered with pleasure. Debbie just
…End of the part1. To be continued..