The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... me to do, so I walked to my closet and pulled out my version of my “little black dress” and held it up to my body. He looked at me and smiled, “Yeah, that’s nice, but we ain’t going to a wedding or nothing. What else you got?” So, something a little more casual, I figured. I found a red flowered sun dress and pulled it out, but then decided that was more of a summer dress, and was about to put it back when Malcolm stopped me. “Yo, that looks good. Let’s see it.” I turned around and held it up in front of me and smiled. “Yeah, that might work. Let’s see it on you.” “Um, okay. I’ll be right back,” and started to head to the bathroom to change. “Nah, you ain’t gotta leave to put that on. Just put it on right quick.” I looked at him with amazement and felt a rush of blood to my face. But he just stared back and then tilted his head in such a manner as to say, “Well, I’m waiting.” So, with as much confidence as I could muster, I dropped my towel, starting right into his eyes as I did it. His eyes looked up and down my body with approval. “Yo, girl. You fine,” he said, getting right to the point. I blushed even harder. Getting on with things, I lifted the dress up over my head, exposing my body even more, and as I did I thought to myself “Yeah, you know, he’s right. I do have a good body. I work damn hard on keeping in killer shape and it feels good to have somebody with an equally good body compliment me.” So, by the time I finished wiggling into my dress, I looked back at him ...

... with total confidence. “Well, what do you think?” “Yeah, you look damn good and all, but I’m thinking now that maybe I should have had you put on some jeans first.” I saw through the ploy. He just wanted me out of my clothes again. And, I didn’t argue. Up and back over my head the dress went until I was naked again, then I turned my back to him and carefully hung the dress back on its hanger and put it back in its place. Now, I don’t wear jeans all that often, but I knew I had the perfect pair, a nice, tight designer pair that I had bought over the summer. And, of course, those were in the very bottom drawer of my dresser, so I bent over, giving Malcolm what had to be a terrific view of my rock-hard ass to fish those out of the bottom drawer. Finding them, I stood back up and, without even turning around, began to step into one leg, then the other, before wiggling them up my body, a grueling task, I might add. Eventually, those skin-tight jeans were on (even though the lack of panties was not going to endear me to this wardrobe choice) and I know I looked good in them, so I turned around to face Malcolm again. “Mmm, mmm, mmm!” was his response, giving my tits another long stare before looking up at my face again. “Yeah, honey, believe me you look great in those jeans. But, you know, you’ll probably want something a little bit more comfortable, right?” There was a little bit of a twinkle in his eye. “You got anything else in the dress department you want to try?” I turned back ...