A Wet Bi-Sexual Threesome

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Jacinta, Peter and Jason get together for an afternoon of sexual firsts and a dirty shower.

Jacinta, Peter and I worked together at a stockbroking firm in Perth during the early naughties. A Friday evening post work drinks episode set in motion a mutually satisfying three-way sexual friendship. Peter and I, and Jacinta and I, which was about to reach its logical conclusion one Saturday in summer. The three of us had contrasting but complimentary personalities that enabled us to get along well.

Jacinta was a senior figure at the company with a sterling reputation with colleagues and clients alike. Bubbling below the surface was Jacinta’s inner slut. She had a huge sexual appetite that was restrained by a combination of lame partners and family commitments. Jacinta had an amicable relationship with her ex-husband, and they shared custody of their two children, every other week. When it was a child-free week, she would take advantage of the extra time to fuck up a storm.

Jacinta and I occasionally fucked at lunchtime or after work in the disabled toilet at Bobby Dazzlers or The Moon & Sixpence, two pubs close to the office following a few drinks. Such sexual encounters were mainly vanilla for apparent reasons. The real kinky shit took place on the weekends, either at her home or mine. The weekends enabled us to explore our fantasies and limits in minute, filthy detail. Many of which were firsts for me too, and by the time the sun was setting on Sunday, we left each other’s embrace completely drained and satisfied.

None of these weekends featured Peter, but Jacinta or I or both of us would update him during the subsequent week at work. These juicy titbits gave Peter the inspiration to wank himself stupid within the confines of his apparently sexless marriage. He was always the runner-up prize in this little troika, and I think he knew that. We tended to hook up on nights when Jacinta had her children and was unavailable for my pleasure. He was married with children anyway, and so meets were infrequent and usually at his request. Our involvement began on the night that I started courting Jacinta.

Peter was curious about his bi-side but had kept it hidden from view (and his wife) until his drunkenness inadvertently revealed it. I had explored my bi-side at university, but I was always attracted to the ladies, and, a decade later, I had mostly forgotten about those experiences. In my inebriated state that night those memories came flooding back, and Peter’s confession intrigued me. So off we went to a park that was close to both our houses and engaged in some kinky gay sex – with strict rules attached. Peter was submissive and wanted an alpha male to put him through his paces. He followed instruction enthusiastically and learned quickly. There was virtually no limit what you could do with him.

Peter and Jacinta’s relationship was an interesting one. They worked closely together, and both had been with the company longer than I had. Both swore black and blue that they had never been sexually involved, but I was not entirely convinced. Peter was as sexually appealing as Jacinta but was somewhat repressed and had a marriage to protect, so secrecy was the order of the day. Jacinta was divorced, and a single mother. There was no way she would jeopardise her position because of a salacious office romance.

Given these facts, Jacinta and Peter confided everything to each other, including sexual information for each other’s mutual titillation. After Peter and I had fun in the park that night, he told Jacinta all about it which led to her and I hooking up. He’d apparently convinced her that I had the sexual imagination and experience she craved. My own take on their relationship was that they were, or had been, fucking. Peter probably divulged his bisexual fantasies to Jacinta who in turn found Peter wanting as a sexual partner. What Jacinta craved was something Peter was unwilling or unable to provide without the necessary guidance. With me, they found what they were looking for.

I was the only one ‘single’, and without family commitments in this cosy relationship, so they used me when they needed me. Friends with benefits, indeed. I found this arrangement beneficial because I enjoyed my own company and had various other interests that occupied my time in between sexual encounters. Jacinta was always my first choice because I preferred women over men, generally. I may have loved her, but ‘love’ was a taboo subject between the three of us, so feelings were never exchanged between the three of us. Peter was never going to leave his marriage, I wasn’t going to go full-time gay anytime soon, and Jacinta and I weren’t seeking commitment.

The fact was that the three of us were honest and open about our lives engendered the trust necessary to make this three-way sexual pact work without jealously or animosity. Our cosy relationship, which no-one in the office suspected, worked well until the company went bankrupt the following Autumn. When we found alternative employment at different pendik escort firms, the change dissolved these binds of friendship. Anyway, that’s getting ahead of the story.

It was inevitable that a threesome would occur. The subject was driven mainly by Jacinta’s insatiable sexual appetite. During one of our filthy weekends, Jacinta and I engaged in a spit-lubed DP with dildos and vegetables inside her cunt while I smashed her arsehole. She loved this punishment and convinced me that she could easily take on five cocks if the opportunity arose.

The idea for the threesome came up one evening when I was at Jacinta’s house. We were lying on her outdoor sun lounger with piss drying on our skin, naked on an early summer evening. Jacinta was purring in contentment with a load of sperm in her stomach and another dribbling out of her shitter. We had engaged in another marathon anal session and had consumed a lot of alcohol.

“Instead of toys, what about a real cock, next time?” Jacinta asked me, through the wine-addled haze.

“Peter?”

“Well, he’d be the logical choice since you’re shagging him and me at the same time!” Replied Jacinta as she playfully slapped my arm.

Now, here was an opportunity to probe for more information about their shared history.

“As you and he have shagged before, I’m sure he’d be up for it.” I laughed.

“I keep telling you, we’re just friends!” Came a firm but unconvincing reply.

“Well, if that’s correct, how would you convince him?”

“By asking him?”

“You want to text him now, and ask?”

“Okay,” Came a giggling reply, “Where’s my phone?”

I handed Jacinta her phone, and she tapped out a message.

“Wondering if you fancied a threesome with Jason and me?”

“WTF? You serious?” Came the reply.

“Deadly!”

“I can’t chat now. The wife is here.”

“Speak about it on Monday?”

“Sure.”

The abrupt series of messages ended as soon as they began.

During the subsequent week, the three of us briefly discussed options for getting us together in one bedroom for a couple of hours of fun. My home was the obvious choice as I lived mid-way between Jacinta and Peter. While Jacinta was free to play every other weekend, the challenge was prising Peter away from his family without creating suspicion. He came back with a Saturday that lined up Jacinta and me. Evidently, his wife was taking the kids to a birthday party at a family that Peter didn’t like, so he was given a free afternoon.

There was a small wrinkle in the plan, Jacinta was already committed to lunch with some friends, but she promised to get away as soon as she could. Maybe we should postpone? Nah, we might not get another chance. So, we inked the pact.

When the day came around, I was nervous but also super horny. I gave serious consideration to a morning wank but resisted the temptation. The real thing was bound to be better. After a hearty (greasy) breakfast, I cleaned up the house and groomed my man parts. Since the weather was hot, and there was a high probability of engaging in water sports at some point in the day, I made sure I had towels on hand.

By the time my regular chores had been completed, including grocery and grog shopping, it was already 1pm. Peter and Jacinta were expected an hour later, so I got stuck into a beer. Then the phone pinged, it was Peter. Fearing a pull out, I hesitantly opened the message and it read, “Family gone to shopping centre before the party, can I come around now?”

“Sure.”

“See you in a mo.”

I hadn’t heard anything from Jacinta, so I tapped out a quick message.

About thirty minutes later, Peter arrived with a full case of beer. As he walked past me, down the hall towards the kitchen, I caught a whiff of his aftershave. Musky. He was also cleanly shaven. At work, the joke was that Peter never stood close enough to the razor blade due to the constant level of stubble he sported. He wasn’t particularly attentive to his man parts either.

We grabbed a couple of beers and sat down on the outdoor patio. After clinking glasses and taking refreshing swigs in the afternoon heat, engaged in a bit of work-related small talk. I looked down and could clearly make out the unmistakeable shape of Peter’s cock through his shorts. He sported a stonking boner, yet he seemed jittery, very jittery.

Within minutes, he had drained his bottle whereas mine was half full. I guessed the alcohol was needed to calm his nerves, but I wasn’t on-edge at all. I was genuinely excited about this promised sexual encounter. How would it go? Would it be a spontaneous action or would the dominant actor direct? Would it live up to expectation? So much anticipation. So much adrenaline.

As soon as the new beers arrived, Peter asked me if I’d heard from Jacinta. I checked my phone, but there was no reply to my message. Peter hadn’t been contacted either. This was not surprising since on weekends, we were told not to contact him when he was at home. The escort pendik time was fast approaching 2pm which was Jacinta’s promised arrival time and it would be unlike her to bail on us. Still, a nagging doubt began stirring in my brain.

But there was still Peter with his obvious hard-on.

“What’s wrong?” I asked after Peter chugged down his second beer just as I was finishing my first.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“You seem on-edge. Everything ok?”

“Sure.” Came an unconvincing reply.

“You nervous about today?”

“No, at all.”

“Then what?”

“I…” stammered Peter, “I took a blue pill in anticipation of today.”

Viagra?

“And?”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Peter started, “I feel as horny as a teenager.”

“So, I see.” I gestured towards his crotch.

“And I shaved my parts which is making it worse!”

Suddenly, Peter stood up and pulled down his shorts. His rock-hard cock stood to attention. Mine started stirring too at the sight of his handiwork with the razor.

“I’ve been hard since I took that pill this morning.”

“That would have been a challenge to hide it from the missus!” I nearly burst out laughing at Peter’s predicament. I haven’t taken Viagra, or seen the need to, so I couldn’t precisely appreciate what he was going through.

“Her in doors didn’t notice.” Replied a contemptuous Peter.

“Have you wanked already?”

“Yes. And it made absolutely no difference.”

We both laughed at this answer.

“I’m hoping a few beers might settle me down until Jazz gets here.”

“Best grab a couple more then!”

With Peter at the fridge replenishing our drinks, I took the opportunity to check my phone. Still no message from Jacinta. Perhaps lunch was going on for longer than planned, or maybe she had decided to stand us up? Mind you, it was only 2.20pm so within the margin of error.

Peter came back with two new cold ones, sat down and took a large swig from his bottle. Keep drinking like that son, and you won’t be able to perform at all, I said to myself before reflecting that he’ll be good for golden showers later.

“Any news?” Peter asked.

“Nope.”

“I don’t think we need to wait for her, then.”

With that, Peter stood up again and discarded his shorts.

“Will you fuck me?”

“Sure, get over here and suck my cock.”

I saw Peter’s eyes light up with anticipation. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it on the table before walking up to me. Once he’d dropped to his knees, Peter grabbed the tops of my shorts and boxers and eased them down. I shuffled down the chair slightly so that I could spread my legs and give open access to my cock, balls, taint and ring.

Peter started at my most southerly point and worked his way north, coating every destination with a liberal dose of saliva. He was getting better at performing oral sex on me but was not at Jacinta’s level. When he came to my cock, he grabbed the base and gave it a gentle squeeze, a drop of precum oozed from the helmet which Peter immediately lapped up, before swallowing me. I let out a moan.

I received a competent blow job, mixed up with lots of ball sack tonguing. I could have sat there all afternoon receiving this kind of attention, but Peter needed relief which only a good arse fucking could provide. I motioned him to get up and bend over the table. I spread his cheeks and saw that Peter had made a tolerable effort at shaving his ring. What a sight it was, and I wasted no time on riming his balloon knot. Peter responded accordingly.

When I first started servicing him, Peter was very submissive and basically gave me carte blanche to do whatever I liked to him. Initially, Peter was simply an arsehole that I fucked or a mouth that I came into, and a body to piss all over. Over time, when he was more in tune with the elements of man-on-man action that pleasured him, Peter became more confident and asked me to do things to him that he enjoyed.

Concurrently, I relaxed some of the strictures regarding gay sex. The no kissing rule remained of course, and Peter didn’t fuck me because he was a “bottom”, but I did suck his cock to orgasm occasionally and rimmed him mercilessly. None of this was new to me, just forgotten. When I attended Uni, a group of us would engage in gay sex when we were unsuccessful with the women. The four of us were hardcore switchers and that’s where the no kissing rule originated from. Perversely, if we kissed each other that made us gay, irrespective of the sex acts we did together.

“I need you to fuck me now!” Said Peter ungently, indicating that he was close to cuming following the rim job I administered. I disengaged and gave his arse a playful slap.

“Spread ’em!” I order upon rising to my feet.

I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva on to my shaft. I placed my swollen bell end at Peter’s shaven ring and applied pressure. Despite the rimming, there was resistance to my intrusion.

“Push!” pendik escort bayan I hissed.

Then my helmet popped in, to a sharp intake of breath from Peter. He told me that the breach is the most painful part, but it only lasts a second, if that, before the feeling of being filled up in the rear overwhelms him with pleasure. Once I’m balls deep, I rest a second to let Peter adjust and, when he has, he signals me to begin. I started slowly, amazed at his tightness, before building up the pace. Peter released the grip on his arse cheeks and bent over the table fully, one hand resting on his chin while the other is between his legs wanking his cock.

“How is it?” I asked Peter, who is whimpering each time I’m buried to the hilt.

“I’ve been thinking of this all week!”

“Have you been wanking to it in the work toilet?”

“No,” Peter said, “I’ve been saving myself for today.”

Full balls then, except for the cheeky wank earlier in the day? Alas, not for me. I don’t have that level of self-discipline. I’d wanked every day this week except for today.

I kept ploughing away, and I gradually feel Peter’s O-ring relax, a sure sign that he is about to reach orgasm. I felt the jerking action on his cock increase in tempo, and the moans of pleasure rise in both frequency and volume.

“Shit! I’m cuming.”

“Do it!” I responded as I slammed into his anus.

Then Peter’s body spasmed violently, and I heard the jets of hot sperm violently crash into the patio. Peter’s O-ring suddenly tightened as his orgasm subsided. This was my cue to exit his bottom. I looked at my shaft and there were no residuals. Peter did a thorough job preparing for today’s sexual escapades.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“Oh yeah!” Replied Peter, satisfied before slumping to into his chair.

Typically, after being butt fucked to climax, Peter was spent, and this time was no different except that his cock remained rock hard. Odd things these blue pills.

He was not a selfish lover by any stretch and the favour would always be repaid, one just had to be patient. Today was the day where patience would be rewarded.

We grabbed the beers from the table and took healthy swigs. Fuck, I love drinking beer during sex! Peter again drained his bottle in one swallow, went to the kitchen and grabbed two replacements, his hard cock passing close to my head.

“Do you want me to finish you off?” He asked after placing the new beers on the table.

“Nah,” I responded, “Let’s see if Jacinta turns up.”

“Fair enough.” Peter took another mammoth swallow.

“We should get dressed, though. Just in case.” I said, pointing towards the boundary fence.

Peter swivelled round and instantly knew what I meant. The house I rented in Victoria Park was nestled between a small playground on the one side and a house on the other. This narrow strip on land housed a single swing and a slide. There was no sign stating that is was a park or reserve named after some long dead local citizen, and if you drove past, you wouldn’t notice the playground was there. In all the time I’d been living at that house, I saw very few people use it, but it was best to play it safe just in case someone did arrive since the boundary fence was only five foot high. Someone curious enough could look over the fence and see into my back garden and what went on.

Suddenly, we heard a car arrive at the front of my house and an excitable female exited. Jacinta? From what we heard, she had an enjoyable lunch with her friends, and that the taxi driver had also had fun on this fare. We heard her walk, or stumble, up the side path to the gate where Peter and I were sitting.

“Where are my two favourite boys?” Came a slurred question.

“We’re here,” I answered, rising to my feet to assist Jacinta to open a simple gate.

“Have fun?” Asked a visibly amused Peter.

“I had a lot of fun,” Jacinta began with some difficulty, “But now I’m here to fuck and get fucked!”

Giggling, she placed her handbag and a bad containing two bottles of red wine on the table with more force than was needed.

“Give me a kiss.” We kissed, with tongues.

“And you.” Peter and Jacinta kissed, with lips.

“How late am I?”

“Only an hour or so.” Replied Peter with a smile.

“An hour?”

“Yep,” I confirmed.

“Did you two start without me?”

Peter and I just looked at each other but didn’t respond.

“I hope you didn’t because I’m so horny!”

So was I.

Peter denied me an orgasm earlier, but he remained rock hard despite his sperm evaporating on the patio next to the table. My cock was growing again in the knowledge that Jacinta was hot to trot.

“But first I want a drink.”

Jacinta started unpacking the bag with the wine. She unscrewed the top of the first bottle and brought it to her lips. Peter and I were horrified! Before she took a sip, Jacinta looked at both of us and giggled.

“Bring me a glass please, you peasants!”

Peter and I sighed in collective relief. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass before placing it in front of her. Unsure as to how “tipsy” Jacinta was, I poured the wine into the glass.

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