Nice to see this thread back at the top of the catalogue, even if it looks like it wasn't by good means. How we all doing? Been dwelling a lot on fantasy lately so I thought it'd be nice to ground things by relating one of my favorite IRL moments.
One of my recently-single girlfriends had been failing to conceal her admiration for my man, and since we're such a caring and considerate couple we took her out to one of our favorite lounge bars to unwind. He's a natural flirt, very physical, so it didn't take more than a drink and a bit before she was giggling and practically wriggling in place—did I mention she'd already been eyeing him off? yeah?—and I could turn the conversation a little dirty. She bit and after a few lighter topics and another drink porn came up. We all liked 2D, so it was natural that that meant doujinshi/eromanga—doujins, as the kids say. I already knew she was into yaoi but she had no idea of my tastes, so when I offhandedly (ha!) complained that it was hard to find threesomes where one of the girls was mainly watching the other girl get fucked instead of playing with her, her jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Is that... is that really a threesome, though?" she asked. Her blush was so deep I could see it creeping down her neck, even in the low light.
"Who cares? A threesome can be anything you want," said my guy, all but rolling his eyes at me. "Wanna try?"
So we went back to our place. She was trying to play it cool but I could tell she was nearly jumping out of her skin with nerves and anticipation both. She'd come straight out with us from her work, so she asked to quickly borrow our shower to freshen up.
After she'd gone in, Boyfriend pushed me against the wall, quietly called me a cheeky little bitch, and gave me what I refer to as his gonna-cuck-you kiss, which is a quick, furious affair wherein he holds my neck with one hand and never quite lets me latch to his lips so I have to struggle and steal whatever I can.
"She seems jumpy," I murmured, after he'd finished.
"Mmmm," he mmmmed, then pulled off his shirt (he does this thing where he grabs one corner with his opposite arm and then peels it off in one motion, I love it) and unbuckled his belt. "I'll take care of it. You get things ready."
I don't know what he did in there with her but it was no more than a couple of minutes until the water stopped and she suddenly burst grinning out of the bathroom door, dragging him by the hand, both hastily toweled-off and hot to trot. I felt like I was guiding landing aircraft, so quickly did they end up on the bed together.
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