"My Surprise Threesome" by Jillbaby

My Surprise Threesome

By Jillbaby

This event happened when I was twenty-one and living with my boyfriend Brian. It was due to his encouragement and his connections with the modelling agency that I eventually got the job as a model in the adult market.

At the time I'm describing, we had been together for about two months, and he had been introducing me to the wilder side of sexual activities including sharing me with other men at sex parties. After some reluctance I had taken to it happily when I discovered how wonderfully my body could respond to the sexual stimulus from several men at a time, allowing me to enjoy multi-orgasms. I rapidly developed a very powerful sexual appetite and drive.

Brian was twenty-seven then; handsome with short, neat fair hair and a broad masculine face. His blue eyes normally radiated charm and yet they could suddenly darken with a hint of menace, revealing his controlling tendencies. He stood just over six feet and kept his slim body in shape with regular gym workouts. Certainly, my sex life with him was wonderful and full of exciting surprises.

This is one of them.

One day, Brian phoned me to say that he was going to have to work late and he wouldn't be home for an evening meal. He suggested that I eat at home and then meet him at a nearby bar we often used. I agreed. We were to meet at eight and with his usual persuasive charm, Brian asked me to wear something "nice and sexy", as he put it.

I decided to wear a dress that Brian had chosen for me. It was a red, clingy cocktail dress that hugged my curves and went to mid-thigh. The front displayed only a hint of cleavage but the slight outline of my nipples revealed that I wasn't wearing a bra. The back formed a plunging V shape that exposed my spine down to the crack of my firm ass cheeks where the material clung to their curves. My gossamer-thin, silk thong didn't leave any panty-line.

My very sheer hold-ups shimmered when they caught the light and my black strappy sandals completed the outfit. The bar was expensive and upmarket with plenty of seating and I knew that I wouldn't be too conspicuous.

I put a light coat over my dress and phoned for a taxi for the short journey. I arrived just after eight but there was no sign of Brian as a waitress escorted me to a table and I ordered a vodka and tonic. To my surprise Brian still hadn't appeared after about fifteen minutes and I ordered another drink. I hadn't bothered to bring my cellphone and just as I had decided to head home to the flat we shared, a man appeared at my table. As he sat down, I saw to my surprise, that it was a work colleague of Brian called Steve. He and Brian were good friends. He had been to our flat a few times and the three of us had met up at that bar occasionally.

"Hi, Jill, I bring apologies from Brian about his lateness. He'll be along in a few minutes and he asked me to go ahead to let you know. We were caught up in a big problem at work with a glitch in the video processing machine. The client required the job to be delivered tomorrow and we had to get it working again."

Steve was in his late twenties and was tall and lean with thick dark brown hair. He wasn't strikingly handsome but had an attractive appearance and a very confident attitude that had occasionally given me a little flutter in my belly. He looked very smart in a crisp white shirt and expensive-looking black slacks.

"It's been a while, since we met," he said as he offered his hand.

When I grasped it, he held my hand between both of his. His brown eyes crinkled in a smile, but searched mine carefully as if with a predatory interest. I felt a definite sexual frisson and his warm, gentle grip was lasting longer than necessary.

"You look wonderful. I can't imagine you being alone here for very long before a man approached you. Brian is very lucky and shouldn't neglect you like this."

I felt that he was definitely coming on to me. However, I was annoyed at Brian and for the moment decided to enjoy Steve's attention. When a waitress stopped at our table, he ordered a bottle of wine and three glasses without consulting me. When the wine arrived, he poured for us and we chatted about the current CD and photo processing work he and Brian were doing. Some of their clients were in the online adult market.

Steve gave me one of his searching stares,

"You know, I can always see why Brian wants you to audition as a model for nude posing. You are more beautiful than a lot of the models we see and your gorgeous body is so sexy."

He was definitely chatting me up and I grinned and came up with a standard reply,

"I bet you say that to all the women you meet."

"Oh, no...not at all, Jill. I really mean that."

"Well, it's easy for you to say," I chuckled. "You're not the one getting naked in front of a camera crew, as I keep telling Brian." Steve reached out, gripped my hand and gazed into my eyes,

"Brian is sure that you would enjoy it... that it would turn you on," he whispered. "He reckons that you're a bit of an exhibitionist."

I felt my cheeks color because I knew that was true but I felt a surge of annoyance at the idea of Brian discussing my sexual tastes. Just then we saw Brian coming towards us but Steve kept hold of my hand until Brian sat down and I pulled it away. Brian smiled,

"Ah, it looks as if you two are getting on well," he said.

I felt a tingle of suspicion. Had Brian arranged all this to get Steve and me together? The idea embarrassed me. "Sorry Jill. I didn't mean to take so long but it looks as if you weren't left unattended," he said as he winked at Steve. For the next few minutes as we drank our wine, I sat in silence as the men discussed the problem they had suffered at work. Then, Brian turned to me with that controlling glint in his eyes,

"Jill...I'm terribly sorry about the way I've neglected you. I'd like Steve to come back home with us and we can have a few drinks."

I was beginning to sense that my suspicions were justified. It seemed inappropriate to me to have sex with a friend of Brian. "But, Brian, it's getting late..." I started but he interrupted me,

"Nonsense, it's still early... let's go."

I didn't want to argue in front of his friend so I kept quiet as Brian stood up decisively and went to the bar to pay for the drinks. I wondered if I was misreading events and that Brian just wanted the three of us to enjoy some drinks and a chat after a hectic day for them.

As Steve got to his feet he gripped my arm as if to help me rise. But as I stood, he pulled me close to him and put his other arm around my waist. The warm palm of his hand was on my lower bare back where my dress plunged. A little shiver of arousal ran through me, despite my uncertainty about the way things were going.

"I'm really enjoying your company," he whispered in my ear.

His hot breath on my throat made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stiffen and sent another quiver down my spine. He released me as Brian approached and we left. As we headed for the taxi rank outside the bar, Steve was a little behind us and I had a chance to speak to Brian,

"What are you up to?" I whispered.

"Something you'll enjoy. Jill. Do you trust me?"

We had been through quite a few adventures together and as I looked into his sparkling blue eyes, they had that appealing charm that I always gave in to. As usual, despite my doubts, I decided to try whatever he had in mind.

I nodded and he leant into me,

"As always, just say the word at any time and we'll stop."

His lips brushed my ear as he whispered and my clit gave a little flutter. It now seemed that he definitely planned a threesome that evening and my mind spun.

Since I met him, he had certainly unlocked the power and extent of my sensuality. When sexual hunger gripped me, the standards of moral behavior that I had previously applied, were swept aside these days.

Prior to meeting Brian, I had enjoyed an extensive sex life but it had been what's considered "normal" with one-on-one sex with men. As, I said, I had enjoyed threesomes and foursomes with him. But those were with anonymous strangers at parties. The idea of Brian sharing me with someone we both knew felt very strange and I still had misgivings about it, despite my growing arousal.

I decided to let things move along and see how I reacted.

When we arrived at our flat, Brian went to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. When I went through to get glasses, he drew me into a kiss, his hands on my breasts. I opened my lips to his as his tongue probed. I could tell he was excited and the feeling spread to me as I pressed into him and felt the line of his erection through the thin fabric of my dress.

We settled down with our drinks; I sat on an armchair and the two men shared the sofa. Brian raised his glass,

"To possibilities."

There was silence for a moment. Suddenly my sexy dress seemed out of place in a home setting. I was suddenly very aware that with my legs crossed, just about all of my upper leg was on view and my nipples were jutting through the thin material.

"You want to taste Jill, don't you Steve?"

Brian's voice seemed to echo in my head as I absorbed the shock of his words.

Steve didn't seem too surprised by the question as he looked at me,

"I would love to..." he murmured. "If that's alright with you."

I felt a stab of annoyance that he had asked Brian if it would be alright, instead of asking me. In the months past, I had gone along with his introducing me to swinging sex not just to please him, but because I found I enjoyed it. My customary sense of independence was activated with a need to take some control.

I suddenly decided that I was going to fuck Steve because I was really horny and not because it would give kinky Brian a thrill. I gave Steve one of my best "fuck me" smiles and parted my legs invitingly,

"Be my guest," I told him.

His face lit up and with a few quick strides he was kneeling between my thighs. Without any preliminary stroking, he reached up my legs and pulled off my thong as I lay back in the armchair. It caught for a second on one of my stiletto heels and then was thrown to the side. After the abrupt removal of my thong, he slowed down and gently traced the line of my pussy lips with his fingers. My arousal had been simmering gently but now that I had decided to go along with it, I felt my pussy flood.

I peeped across at Brian without giving him the satisfaction of a smile. Of course, he looked delighted as he watched while stroking his hardon.

Steve leaned in and ran his tongue, agonizingly slowly, up my inner thighs and across the slick bulge of my lips before tracing down the other side. His tongue danced teasingly close to my clit but never quite touching it. He seemed pretty skillful so far and I was very ready for a fuck and an orgasm.

As I've said before the first fuck with a new lover is always especially exciting.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as his head bobbed up and down and he continued to tease me. Then, after what had seemed like hours, he finally stuck his tongue into my soaking pussy. My back arched with pleasure as it slid in deeper and I knew he would be tasting my flooding juices as he circled my clinging walls.

Slowly, Steve began to work his skills on me and I was sure he must have done this to many women. My hips began bucking greedily as the broad surface of his flattened tongue pressed its way up my clit. He slipped three fingers into my pussy, as his tongue lapped at the wetness beginning to flow from it.

When Brian called out,

Well, do you like her taste?"

Steve removed his mouth from my pussy,

"She tastes as delicious as you told me. Come and join us..."

Brian promptly knelt beside my chair and when he eased my dress down over my shoulders, I drew my arms from the short sleeves. He started kissing me and stroking my breasts as Steve went back to sucking my clit.

My earlier resentment at being used had totally gone as my body reacted joyously to the pleasure it was receiving from the two men. Yes, I really loved the way a threesome could make full use of a woman's many erogenous zones.

Steve seemed to be expertly reading my reactions. With a skill that comes only from lots of experien, he knew when to pull back when I was about to cum, keeping me floating just on the edge of an orgasm. The sensations were wonderful as well as frustrating.

Brian's warm, wet mouth was sucking my breasts and I groaned with pleasure. My breasts were swollen and throbbing as he worked on them. He was sucking the flesh around my areola as far into his mouth as it would go and then letting it slowly slide out until only my engorged nipple was held between his lips. His tongue then flicked at it a few times before the process was repeated.

The combined heavy sucking and nibbling of my nipples sent exquisite shafts of delight straight to my clit where Steve was teasing it. Under the combined sensations I wriggled, jerked and groaned. First one erogenous zone and then another would dominate in the flashes of pleasure they sent to my brain.

Steve suddenly raised his head,

"Do you want to cum? Tell me, Jill."

Although I realised that he was now showing off for Brian, I didn't care. Brian knew that I could cum several times in a short space of time so he knew that one orgasm wouldn't dull my appetite and spoil their fun. I drew a shuddering breath and whispered,

"Please, Steve . . ."

"Please what, Jill?" he teased, continuing with the act.

"Please don't stop, Steve. Please make me cum."

"That's better," he purred

He resumed his tantalizing licking and sucking. He was also finger fucking me and my hips bucked with a demanding will of their own against his hand. His fingers thrust deeply into my pussy as it clenched around them, drawing shuddering waves of pleasure from me as each thrust pushed me nearer the edge.

My swollen clit was thrusting clear of its hood and when he gently brushed it with his lips, my orgasm abruptly surged over me with a wave of intense pleasure. I cried out, my screams echoing in the room, as Steve licked around my clit, prolonging my shuddering climax.

I was intensely aware of my pussy convulsing on Steve's fingers, squeezing and milking them for every last drop of pleasure. I could feel my juices flowing like a stream over his lips, into his mouth, and onto his face. Finally, the waves of pleasure ebbed and my body sagged back in release.

I opened my eyes to see Steve grinning up at me triumphantly as if proud to have given me such a powerful orgasm. He and Brian exchanged a "high-five" congratulatory salute and once again I felt irritated at the idea that they were using me as a sex toy. However, I dismissed that instantly as I reminded myself of the pleasure I was receiving; in fact, I was using them.

Of course, I was sure that I would have to give a blowjob to Steve. But that didn't bother me although I was hoping he would fuck me. I guessed that Brian would settle for a fuck.

I was right about Steve. As Brian watched, he helped me to get up and pulled down my crumpled dress. I stepped out of it, leaving me naked apart from my heels. He knelt, kissed my stomach and ran his lips up and down it.

"What a wonderful sexy body you have, Jill," he murmured. "By god, you're a very lucky guy, Brian."

Taking my hand, he led me to the sofa. After stripping off to reveal a firm-looking body and a raging erection, he sat down and drew me down to my knees between his thighs.

"Do your stuff, Jill, I've been dying to have you suck my cock."

Of course, my conceit made want to show him how good I was. But my aim was still to get him to fuck me. It was late and the men had to work the following day so I figured that he would only have time and energy for one orgasm that night.

Leaning in, I put my left hand on his balls, massaging gently. With the other, I slowly dragged my long coral pink nails up and down his stiff cock and his scrotum tightened up even more.

With his cock only inches from my face, I inhaled the familiar male odor. I opened my mouth slightly and licked my lips so that they were wet and glistening. With only the first finger and thumb, I gently stretched his foreskin, drawing it back over the bulging head. My tongue traced slowly around the ridge of the straining glans, then I slid the foreskin back again over the now slippery, silky skin.

As Steve pushed his cock at me impatiently, I let a dribble of saliva drip onto the exposed flesh and licked it off again, looking at him with a smile. With his rock-hard cock throbbing in my cool hand, I bent lower, and ever so gently gripped around the head of his cock with my pursed lips. Sliding them up and down ever so lightly, I flicked with my tongue.

"Uhhh," he grunted.

I was enjoying being the one in control now.

Still massaging his balls, I circled the base of his cock with two fingers and in one move slid my mouth down three quarters of his dick. With my lips holding tightly, I held there for a moment, letting him feel the wet warmth of my mouth tighten around his cock. But I didn't want to prolong this, so I started sucking hard.

My head bobbed, while my hand pulled and twisted gently on the saliva-coated skin at the base of the thick rod. His hands were gripping my hair, and when I felt them tensing, I knew that he was ready to cum.

Allowing his cock to slip out with a wet plop, I looked up at him with my eyes wide and murmured,

"Please, take me upstairs and fuck me, Steve."

He looked frustrated as his damp hardon swayed in the air and he hesitated. But I was determined and I quickly got to my feet and strode towards the bedroom making sure that my hips and ass were swaying invitingly in my stilettos. As I reached the door, I looked at Brian who was grinning in surprise,

"Care to join us?" I smiled.

The men didn't hang about and followed me to the bedroom. As I lay in the centre of our big bed they lay down on either side of me and I was holding two hard cocks.

I was learning to really enjoy being fucked by more than one man. But it was still a strange as well as exciting experience, as I gently ran my fingers up and down two hot, silky shafts, glorying in stretching the yielding skin from the bulging glans. Both were sticky with pre-cum and I eagerly smeared it into the spongy tissue with my fingertips.

Two pairs of hands started to stroke all over my body. Despite me having just cum, my sensitive zones quivered with delight from the attentions of four hands and two mouths. Every inch of my flesh was alive with sensations and my brain struggled to focus on the different areas being stimulated; the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my nipples, and of course my pussy. I was surprised that Steve hadn't started to fuck me right away. Brian was gently finger-fucking me but carefully avoiding my clit and I realized that instead of them just quickly fucking me, Brian wanted to tantalize and arouse me to a peak. He sometimes did that during our lovemaking and he knew how wild and uncontrolled I could become when desperate for an orgasm.

There was an element of control in the method but it certainly always succeeded in bringing me to a state where I was desperate to be fucked and really gagging for it.

He had probably explained his plan to Steve as they came to join me.

Fingers stroked, pulled and teased and lips left wet trails over my breasts and down my stomach as they took turns to deep kiss me and suck my breasts. Then, Brian slid back a little and his warm wet tongue started a slow progress up one of my legs. I shuddered with anticipation, longing for it to arrive at my clit.

After pausing occasionally to nibble at my flesh, his tongue glided up to the top inside of my thigh and paused, only to move down again. I twisted and wriggled, thrusting up my hips in wanton abandonment.

"Tell us what you want," Brian muttered.

So, his game was still on. Fair enough, I thought. In my sexually liberated persona, dirty talk didn't bother me any more, although I need practice.

"Please fuck me..." I gasped.

But he continued to tease me until I was near explosion point. After tasting the soft flesh of my inner thighs for what seemed like an eternity, I felt Brian's warm breath on my dripping pussy. His tongue made tantalizing little circles around my clit, the pointed tip getting closer, just a fraction away from the throbbing nub, but carefully avoiding it.

I was so horny that, in desperation, I was about to reach for my clit and get myself off, when Brian murmured,

"Give her one, Steve, she's ready for a good fuck and she really loves it."

Steve eagerly mounted me and I felt the touch of his hard cock probing at my wet pussy. Slowly and steadily my lips were parted by the silky knob and then the hot stalk of rubbery flesh slid deep inside me. My body jerked as I was filled and my pussy stretched to accommodate it.

He began to move; calmly, smoothly, fucking me with long, steady strokes. Despite my very recent orgasm, I was now highly aroused and I greedily wrapped my legs around Steve's narrow waist. Brian was stroking my breasts, and I groaned as my body pulsed with pleasure.

Steve was as good at fucking as he had been when going down on me. He kept up the steady, uninterrupted rhythm that is so important for arousing a woman; as opposed to the wild, uneven lunges that some young men favor. My concentration on the pleasure of a good fuck was rudely interrupted when Brian spoke,

"Okay, Steve, put her on top."

With casual ease, Steve gripped my hips firmly and rolled us over with him on his back, and me straddling him, without dislodging his cock. I love the cowgirl position and happily adjusted to the change.

On my knees and leaning forward, I put my hands on his toned chest for support and began to ride him hard and fast. His hands stroked my swaying breasts as, panting heavily, I tried for another orgasm.

Then I became aware of Brian moving behind me. When he pushed my thighs wider apart, I knew what was going to happen. Strangely enough, I hadn't expected a double penetration. I had experienced only a few with Brian and strangers at the sex parties. At home we had done anal only a couple of times and Brian didn't seem to be too keen on it. But at least I was now reasonably experienced at getting a cock up my ass, although so far, I hadn't found anal or DP to be as pleasurable as a well-performed straight fuck.

"I'm putting plenty of gel on my cock and in your sweet asshole."

As he spoke, Brian's slippery fingers pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and probed gently at my anus. With my knees wide apart, Brian shuffled forward between Steve's legs and mine and I felt the tip of his cock poised at my ass. Slowly, he pushed into me and I tried to breathe deeply. I felt a painful stretching, and then the head plopped past my sphincter. After that, it didn't hurt much, probably because I was relaxed and very aroused. When he was halfway in he paused to let me relax. Then, he eased forwards until I was completely filled by two cocks.

Steve had paused his fucking and was playing with a nipple while his cock throbbed in my pussy. My head was swimming and it was difficult to concentrate on any one sensation. The two cocks made it feel as if one big object was impaling me between my legs.

Then I became aware that the combined stimulus from my ass and pussy was strangely exciting as nerve ends were triggered. The cocks were squeezing my G-spot between them and, maybe because of my high arousal, it was reacting with twinges of pleasure.

The men were still for a moment, then Steve started first as he eased his cock half-way free of my clinging pussy. Feeling the movement, Brian also eased back, and then they started fucking me, both moving in and out at the same time.

Brian leaned into me, running his hands over the soft tender flesh of my ass, up and over the small of my back. Wrapping his arms around me to caress my breasts, he kissed the back of my neck where my hair fell away.

I lay quivering on Steve's chest, supporting some of my weight with my knees and forearms. Wonderful waves of pleasure started sweeping over me, and I heard myself making little mewling sounds as their cocks slid in and out.

I wasn't the only one who was highly excited and gradually the men increased their pace. Each strained to bury their cock in me as they grunted and thrust as if competing to see who could penetrate me more fully.

The room was filled with our grunts and the slap of skin against skin. I could feel Brian's sweat dripping onto my back and my flooded pussy juices were being squeezed out by Steve's cock. Our three bodies, linked as one, writhed, slithered and pumped.

I nearly always need to have my clit touched for me to cum during a fuck. Normally, Brian was very good at doing that but this time neither he nor Steve were touching me there. The strange thing about a good fuck is that although I'm enjoying the pleasure, my body demands an orgasm that ends it.

The need had now become so powerful that I slipped my hand down between our sweat-slick bellies to reach my swollen clit. I was so turned on that although I only touched it gently, sharp ripples of delight flashed through my body and I came explosively with the usual piercing shrieks.

The clutching and releasing of my pussy seemed to go on forever. That, and perhaps the erotic sound of my screams must have given Steve the final push. I knew he had cum when he stiffened and grunted in my ear,

"Fuck, yes...oh yes."

As he lay still, Brian continued to fuck my ass for a few moments and then he also came. I was surprised by how I could feel the warmth of his semen in my cool rectum.

When Brian eased his cock out and moved to the side, Steve gently rolled me over onto my back and his softening cock slipped out. He made as if to kiss me but I moved my head away.

"That was great, Jill," he said but I didn't reply.

Brian was silent as if unsure of what to say.

As I had expected, Steve then told Brian that it was time for him to head home and the men left the bedroom as Steve got ready to leave.

As I lay on the bed, with my body relieved of its powerful sexual demands, I had time to think and come to terms with what had happened.

Yes, the sex had been wonderful but I was still unhappy about the fact that Steve was a close friend of Brian. With a sudden decision, I made up my mind that I wouldn't have sex with Steve again.

In no way did I want to adopt a prudish attitude to the way that Brian loved to share me. However, I still had my own ideas of what was acceptable to me.

It might seem strange, but I could see a big difference between spontaneous swinging sessions with virtual strangers and becoming a sex toy for Brian's friends, people who knew me.

Looking back, I suppose that was the moment when I began to question my relationship with Brian, leading eventually to us parting. I suppose there's an instinctive need in most women for their partner to want them exclusively. However, I will always be grateful for his affection and the way he introduced me to an uninhibited approach to sex. And of course, for helping me to become a model.

Anyway, Brian accepted my objections to Steve and I never saw him again. However, Brian and I were to enjoy many more sexual adventures in the weeks that lay ahead. No doubt, I'll be telling you about them.

THE END

By Jillbaby

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