Our new friend (Bi-sexual threesome story) - Sex Stories

Our new friend (Bi-sexual threesome story)

One The night I met Steve I knew there was something special about him I liked. "I just about always get what I'm after," he'd said with a smile. "Sometimes I have to work hard for it, but I get it." I don't remember how I happened to stop into the bar after work, unless it was that Lil and I hadn't been hitting it off too well. After a year of marriage I guess the honeymoon was wearing off a little. Not that Lil wasn't damn good in bed; and she loved my big dick. A few times lately I'd gotten the idea she was imagining someone else on top of her. I was thinking, too, how it would be with someone new. I still loved Lil, but what the hell... So I was talking to this guy, Steve, and after a few beers we were slinging the shit like a couple of old buddies. He was the one that brought up dames, and the stories he told made me wish I were single again. We swapped experiences, including some of my rougher sessions from my Navy days, but finally I just listened. I wouldn't have believed half the stuff he told me except for the way he had of looking straight into my eyes while he talked. His enthusiasm was so apparent I got the impression he enjoyed talking about it as much as he'd enjoyed doing it. I finally got around to the trouble I'd been having with Lil, and he laughed. "Doesn't sound too serious to me," he said. "Maybe just a hangover from too much of a good thing. Maybe you just need a little variety." I happened to notice it was after eight. I telephoned Lil to say I'd be ...

... home for dinner in a few minutes, and on an impulse I asked if there was enough for three. She agreed right off, and I was a little surprised, knowing how reserved she usually Two We got home and she didn't say anything about how late it was, and she had on one of her prettiest housedresses. She seemed to warm up to Steve immediately. I was surprised; she usually doesn't warm up to strangers. He turned on the charm and in no time we were carried away with his stories of drifting around the country, lumber jacking up North, ranching in the Southwest, on a construction crew in San Francisco. I even caught Lil admiring his physique. He had his sleeves rolled up and his arms were tremendous. At nineteen and six foot two, he had at least three inches on me in height; it was hard to believe he was only a year older; he just seemed to dominate the space around him. After supper I got out the scotch and we sat talking while Lil did the dishes. "You're a lucky bastard," he said as soon as we were alone. "Man, what a hot lady she must be!" He launched into the details of a summer he'd spent lumberjacking, which got me hot as hell. Seems he'd been slipping it regularly to a teen-age cunt, as he put it, when her Mother and s****r walked in on them. It must have been a set-up, he said, 'cause the Mother just smiled and said, "There must be enough there to satisfy all of us." And for the rest of the summer he'd kept all three of 'em humming. "But I'd give up all that for a setup like what ...