ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (93 page)

I sat at the bar nervously brushing my perfectly-coiffed chestnut locks out of my eyes and dabbing at my lipstick. Would it be obvious that we were on a date together? Probably. After all, how many women got this dressed up just to hang out with their couple friends if they weren’t trying to seduce them? I giggled to myself, swilling the wine around in my glass- when I put it like that, the surrealism of the situation wasn’t lost on me. I had never been in a situation even remotely resembling this one before, and I had no idea how I was meant to act or what I was supposed to do. Did they have more experience than I did? I both hoped they did and didn’t; I wasn’t sure if I could handle the thought of being one in a long line of women, but it was comforting to think that they might have a better idea of what to do in this situation that I did.

Then I saw them; they had just walked in, and were trying to subtly scan the bar to see if I had arrived yet. Springing out of my seat, I approached them, a wide grin on my face.

“Ian? Paula?” I extended my hand towards them vaguely, not sure if I should go for a kiss on the cheek or something more formal.

“Oh, thank God, we had no idea if you were going to turn up or not!” exclaimed Paula, throwing her arms around me in a moment of surprising, not unwelcome intimacy. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of apples and vanilla, and I fought the urge to bury my face in her hair and take a deep inhale. It might come across as a little much for my first time round, no?

She extracted herself from me, and gestured to her husband. “This is Ian,” she said, as the man reached out to squeeze my hand. He was about the same height as me, and handsome in an intellectual kind of way- with a crop of messy black hair, square-rimmed glasses and a crumpled white shirt.

Lowering her voice, Paul added conspiratorially “We’ve tried to meet up with a few women before you, but we ended up getting stood up - it’s actually a relief to see that you were serious!”

“How could I turn down an invitation from such a gorgeous pair?” I smiled back, flirting on instinct. I realized that we were standing in the middle of the bar, visibly making googly eyes at each other, and decided we needed to head back somewhere a little more discreet.

“Shall we get a booth?” I ventured, gesturing to the leather-lined banquettes that filled the space behind me. “Wouldn’t want to be too conspicuous.”

Ian laughed, sliding his hand round Paula’s waist as we made our way over to the quieter seats. They had an easy, comfortable chemistry, the kind that every couple secretly strived for. And they made a good-looking pair, too, even better than in their pictures- Paula was petite and curvy, and I could already see a couple of the regulars glancing at her appreciatively across the bar.
Back off, fellas, she’s mine
, I thought before I had a chance to stop myself, and grinned at my possessiveness. Yeah, I was definitely into this chick.

Paula and I sat down while Ian set off in search of drinks. I caught her eye across the table, and we both laughed, clearly a little nervous.

“So…have you and Ian ever done this before?” I offered, trying to assuage the strange feeling that had come across me. It was that same first-date nervousness I got with guys, but it was odd feeling it directed at a woman. Especially considering the fact that her husband was just across the room.

She shook her head. “No. We’ve been talking about it for a long time, but it was never really anything other than just an idle fantasy. Then we put that ad up on Craigslist, and you responded, and it was just too perfect an opportunity to pass up, you know?”

“I do,” I nodded, sipping my wine. God, she was beautiful. It was hard to take my eyes off her. Her voice was so soft and so sweet, and it was all I could do not to lean across the table, take her head in my hands, and kiss her right there and then, but I decided that might be a little bit over the top considering the fact that we barely knew each other yet.

“So…you said that you were bi-curious?” She added shyly.

“Yeah, in the last year or so I’ve been noticing myself checking out women a lot more and…you know…kind of wondering what it would be like to be with a girl instead of a guy? I don’t know how to explain it, because it seems kind of weird to put it like that, but I’ve been straight my whole life and now I’m just trying to figure out if maybe I wasn’t entirely truthful with myself that whole time.” I rambled, not quite sure how to answer the question. I turned it on her. “What about you? Have you ever been with a woman?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “A couple of times. Ian and I lived a long way away when we were in college, and we sort of gave each other free rein to experiment with other people, and we did. I ended up hooking up with a couple of my sorority sisters.”

“Really?” My eyebrows vanished into my hairline.

“Yeah, I know it’s kind of a cliché, but there it is. I really enjoyed it, but I hadn’t really considered the possibility of being with a woman again once Ian and I were living together. Until now, obviously.” She shrugged, just as Ian returned with our drinks.

“So, what have you two been talking about?” He asked, sliding in next to his wife and throwing his arm around her. It wasn’t a possessive move, but rather an affectionate one, the sort of thing that made me want to tug his cheeks for being so gosh-darn cute.

“Oh, we were just chatting about girls.” Paula replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of her cocktail.

“Did you tell Melanie that you used to date your sorority sisters? And somehow you chose not to make millions off it as a porno?” Ian turned to me, grinning widely. Paula slapped him on the arm.

“Don’t be gross.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he pulled a guilty face at me, and I laughed. They had a wonderful, easy energy, and I knew my mind was made up. I wanted to be with them.

“So, I kind of want to skip by the niceties and ask what you guys were actually looking for here?” I asked, the wine making me brave. I figured it was best to get things out on the table now, as opposed to working through a bunch of confusion later on. They exchanged a glance before Paula replied.

“We’re not just looking for someone to hook up with, though that is obviously part of the deal. We were actually looking for someone else to bring into our relationship, if only just for a little bit- have you heard of polyamory?”

“Like getting married to a bunch of people?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.

“No, that’s polygamy. I mean like being in a relationship with more than one person at a time.” She replied, smiling warmly. So they wanted me to date them, not just have a threesome with them? The idea was shockingly new, and kind of surprising, but something about it sounded…right. As if a piece of my brain had clicked into place.

“If that’s not something you want, that’s okay too,” Ian quickly added. “We can figure something out.”

“No, no, it’s…” I thought for a minute, my mind going over what had just been offered. “So, it would be kind of like a three-way relationship? We would all be dating each other, but we’d be exclusive?”

“Yes, exactly,” Paula nodded, her green eyes boring into mine. “Obviously, if it doesn’t work out, we just split up and go our separate ways. Just like regular dating except there would be an extra person involved.”

“Huh.” I went over my options again, glancing at the pair sitting before me. So, I had the option of walking away, and having to go back on to the merry-go-round of sex with strangers and strings of bad dates, or I could satisfy the part of me that wants to hook up with multiple people
and
be in an actual relationship at the same time? The answer was obvious.

“Yeah. Yeah, I like that idea. A lot.” I nodded, my heart pounding even as the words came out of my mouth.

Ian and Paula exchanged a triumphant look, before Paula leaned over the table and took my hand in hers. “We can take this as slow as we all want- there’s no need to rush into anything. Whatever pace you’re comfortable with, that’s the pace we’ll go at.”

“Cool,” I breathed, my body all too aware of the way her finger was grazing my knuckle, sending shivers through my whole body. I couldn’t believe what I had just gotten myself into, but it all made so much sense. I hadn’t been satisfied in normal relationships because I had this compulsion to sleep with different people, but I enjoyed the comfort and warmth of really knowing someone well enough to settle down with them. I had no idea why this option had never crossed my mind before- it was sort of perfect for me. I looked back into Paula’s green eyes, and grinned. Yeah, this was the start of something good. I could feel it.

“So…maybe we could go out on our first official date at some point soon?” Ian asked, his blue eyes excited. “Actually get to know each other a bit past the Craiglist ad.”

“Sure, sounds great,” I nodded. “When would be good for you?”

Suddenly, I felt Paula’s hand on my bare thigh. “How about right now?” Her tone was serious, sensual, sexy, and it was all I could do not to let out a small moan as I felt her caress my bare skin.

I nodded, trying to keep my gaze steady, glad that the tables came with long tablecloths. “Yeah, I don’t see why not,” I replied. Ian looked between us, confused, until he glanced under the table to see his wife’s hand creeping towards my panties. His eyes widened, then jumped back to my face to watch my reaction. I shifted forward in my seat a little, opening my legs to allow her easier access to my pussy. I gasped as I felt her hook her perfectly manicured nails round the cotton of my panties, easing them down just far enough that she could dip her fingers into my wetness.

I let out a moan as I felt her fingers graze my pussy lips, caressing the outside of my now-aching flesh. I looked up at her, forcing myself to meet her gaze, and my body practically convulsed- her eyes were sharper now, more focused, as she watched my face carefully, reading for every tiny, imperceptible reaction. My eyes flicked over to Ian, and the sudden realization that he was getting off on this just as much as we were sent another jolt down to my cunt. It didn’t feel like he was exploiting us, or using us for whatever weird fetish he wanted fulfilled; he was just fascinated, obsessed with the way his wife’s fingers were turning me on. My mouth opened a little, my lips parting just enough to let out a groan, loud enough for both of them to hear. Paula tore her eyes away from me for the first time at the sound, glancing at Ian triumphantly.

The rain had started to pitter-patter on the window, covering up the sounds of the carnal deviancy that was taking place just under the table. I was surprised no-one had noticed us yet, but Paula was the queen of discreet- her face had barely changed expression, and anyone looking over at us would assume they had just caught us in a moment of ponderous silence. In that moment, I felt her fingers push inside me, testing me, as her thumb caressed my clit, and I struggled to stifle my gasp of pleasure. Even though it didn’t feel that much different than when my ex-boyfriends and hook-ups had done it, there was something about knowing that it was her - about her understanding of the way my body worked, the softness and deftness of her touch, that made it all the hotter. Trying to keep my upper body still, I rocked my hips slowly against her as she slid her fingers in and out of my slit. It was electrifying, a brand-new, utterly erotic sensation - better than anything I’d been able to imagine in the time I got alone with my vibrator. If this is what being with a woman was like, I didn’t know why I’d waited so long to try it.

The knowledge, too, that we were being observed by Ian, added to the intoxication of knowing that we could be discovered at any moment, was causing a pressure to build between my legs. Paula’s thumb became more insistent against my clitoris, and I bit my lip, hard, to stifle the cry that I wanted to let out. Moving my hips even harder against her, I felt my orgasm building deep inside me, a release unlike anything I’d ever felt before - and then it came, holding the peak for a moment before the climax burst all over my body. I allowed myself to let out a heavy breath, feeling my pussy clench around her fingers again and again and again as my eyes flew open and I looked at them both - my girlfriend and my boyfriend, for all intents and purposes. As she pulled her fingers out of me, I let out a giggle at the ridiculous brilliance of the situation. It was so obvious to me now that it had been put in front of me, but this is what I had been looking for.

As I caught my breath back, Ian began to speak. “Well, as brilliant as that just was, I think we should probably try and keep things relatively g-rated for this evening. Give ourselves time to think everything over before we jump into something we don’t know if we can handle.”

I nodded, exchanging a wicked look with Paula. I was in no rush to jump into bed with them - I actually wanted to get to know them a bit first. “So, when do you guys want to meet up again?”

“That’s a good question. When works for you?” Ian replied. “And do you want it to be somewhere a bit more discreet than this? I mean, if we’re actually dating now, that is.”

“Ian, your wife just had her fingers inside me at this very table. I think it’s safe to say we’re past being just friends.” I grinned, stunned at my own audaciousness.

Ian nodded, conceding my point. “You make a fair argument, Mel. So, when and where is the question?”

“How about we go out for dinner? This time next week? I got a freelance writing gig doing restaurant reviews for an online magazine, so I can get us in somewhere nice.” Paula interjected.