Threesome On Order

By AU Link

 

 

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A feisty wife, her doting man, and her prank that he not only meets, but also exceeds. She imagined something so wild and bizarre to tease her man that she planned ahead and changed his travel arrangements to support her challenge. She had no idea that he could possibly meet her absurd challenge. Everyone gets more than they bargained for as the games unfold.

 

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I nursed my beer at the hotel bar. It was a pretty out of the way little lodging, and far enough out that I needed to plan ahead for a ride to the airport to hop from the local city to one of the major airports in my city. I did not even realize the alteration to my plans until I called the limo company irate because my ride had not shown. The nice young fellow on the other end weathered my protests and turned me onto the fact that my tickets were for the next day and I would have plenty of time. That was when I had realized what Rose had done.

The worst part was that now that the segregated outdoors events were over, that sent the women one direction and men off to do things on our own for the week; I was starting to feel the full ache in my balls from lack of use.

Teddy Roosevelt may have said 'it was good to do manly things with manly men,' but it was Franklin Roosevelt, who had all the mistresses. The last week was full of doing manly things with manly men, and left the body fatigued from hiking, camping, shooting and riding, among other more exotic things like rappelling, skydiving, and competitions. The manly stuff was fun, but I was definitely in need of some rebalancing.

Of course, the bartender was a guy, so no luck there.

The counselor types all had their own wives and families in the area and once the camp struck its colors they had vanished.

My fellow retreat-veterans all had various ports of call to reach or transportation of their own, with family or connections to make.

So, no shit, there I was at the end of the bar with my first cool crisp beer in a week. I had to keep my back to the wall because, of course, I have not fully shoved my darker unpleasant baggage back into their respective dark corners before locking them away again. Escaping the wary old habits that kept me alive took more self-control than most people could imagine.

The conference ended on Saturday night. Of course, the hotel, and by extension the hotel bar was emptying out that afternoon. They apparently did not do a good job of filling in the vacated rooms for the rest of the weekend, since the place was empty and I felt like a pea rattling around alone in my pod.

Of course, in drifted two corporate sponsor jerks, obviously in the process of trying to ditch their wives to go out together. The camp introduced the two sponsors together, and for a moment, I could not remember which was which between Trevor and Aaron. As they were walking in carrying their four-way spat, one of them was saying "Oh yeah, here! This guy, I think his name is ... ah, is ah ... Alex! Alex was at the veteran's conference with us! He's a good dude. Hang out with him."

I groaned as silently as I could into my beer and pretended I hardly noticed the comment as both angry women eyed me.

I did remember their hot wives. The blonde was Michelle; she was with the Trevor guy. Then the short shoulder length cropped light brown haired gal was Laura and with Aaron. Both were good-looking women, but I did not want the heat of their anger directed at me, that was entirely too much of a hassle.

Their entrance arguing at a conversational volume among themselves did not foretell a pleasant evening for any of them if the dynamic continued. It was never good when women were pissed off enough that they did not mind projecting their seething anger so everyone around knew. The only way it could have been worse was when the women went completely silent. But those jerks were apparently thinking that antagonizing the women would get them what they wanted.

Michelle reminded her husband, in no uncertain terms, which do not need repeating, that it was supposed to be their night together.

Trevor whined disgustedly at Michelle. He struck me as one of those spoiled and overgrown eleven year olds in a man-sized body. He simpered about how 'she always gets his time but he hadn't seen his school buddy since years before. They were going out to recap their glory days, drinking, smoking cigars' and then 'besides, we're going out eating the bad foods that your diet wouldn't allow.'

I studied the bottom of my beer as I sipped as inauspiciously as possible. I am a dunce but know better than to ever remind a woman of her diet in public. She dieted to look good for herself and her man in the first place, so reminding her of it was the same as just telling her she was failing. The situation became worse when some idiot guy told her publicly, because it was the same as him telling the world!

Predictably, Michelle shot eye-daggers at him for being so condescending about her efforts at fitness and his attempt at fobbing off their plans.

Aaron scoffed over his drink, "Yeah Laura. I don't know how you broody women can insist after the same things at the same times! We never spend time, but you two go out catting around together all the time! You play your feminine equality crap and turn around expecting special treatment."

The voluptuous Laura woman tucked a lot of assets into the stretched curves of her plunging neckline thigh length one-piece mini-skirt. Its rust-red set off her brownish hair and smooth skin.

Sleek looking Laura wrapped herself in a shimmering silvered thing that pretended, coyly, to cover all over her from neck to knees, but it was so tight and thin that all her charms were on display in a most elegant package.

I just sat quiet as a mouse hiding from a cat, and pretended I was invisible while the two married couples, I was only vaguely familiar with, argued.

The bartender also made himself scarce. He was off pretending that some chunk of ice in his stash needed extra special attention, as he stabbed at it with a metal ice scoop repeatedly, just making that ice moving sound to cover his lack of really doing anything.

The two event sponsoring executives finally declared in near tandem, "We are going."

Aaron quipped, "We will meet you both for breakfast tomorrow."

Trevor followed up, "Yeah. There's plenty to do in the hotel." The asshole then dragged me into the marital strife by throwing a faux-regal gesture across Laura, at me and instructing her, "That one there. I recognize him. He was on our ... thing this last week."

I arched a brow, leaned back and pulled another long sip from my beer. I was in the mix, no point slouching or trying to play 'gray' once in the fray.

That Aaron guy schmoozed his way over to me, with his slick smile and condescending bullshit in tow.

I hate it when people I do not know clap me on the back. The unwelcome physical contact sets my teeth to grinding. He made the action worse by antagonizing my own current unsettled state.

The jerk was just on a roll at being a jerk.

Aaron clapped me on the back and moved up to my shoulder, with his gripping little rat-claw-hand. His plastic smile still on this face, he offered, "Hey! I remember you from the conference this week. You did some pretty good participation and seem like a decent sort of veteran type."

I wondered if the prick realized that I probably made more than he did. I operate in a bigger company, with more scope, had higher credentials than he held and was the person the company sent to improve our divisions the size of his boss's-boss's whole company.

It was jerks like these two schmoozing idiots, who screwed things up, and made more work for me. Then again, I should be thanking them for keeping me in solid high paying work.

I also never really specified what I did in front of anyone. I think I had only said consulting work. I was not there this last week so much for me as the guys who had not done as well as I have. I did not want to talk down to my brothers who were hurting; I was there to support them.

I took another slow sip of beer, while looking at the guy, to keep my hands occupied so I didn't knock his teeth out and the drink kept me from grinding my own teeth. It was hard to look impassively at the guy who was trying to fob his angry wife off on me for the evening, so he could go out and play with his little buddy.

He continued after my initial lack of expected response. He was trying to put me back on my heels to get me to agree to things I did not want to do. He was on his little power game, when he asked, "My buddy and I haven't seen each other for a while and are heading out. Do us a solid, and keep our wives company for the evening."

I kept the strong silent type as I obviously considered the request. I took a moment to look directly at both put out women. They were both solid shapely women. The one with brown hair a little shorter than I like but with nice big natural tits and firm legs packed into her stylish short skirt for a daring night out on the town. The other was a blue-eyed blonde, with an impatient hand on her hip, with one of those tight silky moonlight-silver three quarter length dresses that showed firm midriff past the low line a little fleshy cutout in the middle and back of her designer dress. Both wore open-toe sandal type things against the warm spring climate.

Both left my pants feeling tighter with every heartbeat as they looked me over too.

Yapping-boy continued into my ear without much notice, "Do us a solid, man. Help us out with a guy's night out! You were an army type; you gotta know what I mean!"

I was too busy undressing the proffered women with my eyes to rise to his barb, implying that as an Army guy I went out cheating on my women all the time. Treating his wife like that, no wonder she never wanted to introduce any of her girlfriends to him for some exotic play. But guys like these never considered the military as a career; it was too low for their arrogance to conscience.

I stared in the brunette's eyes, wobbling my head slightly as if considering something I did not want to do, for the viewing of the husband. My eyes drilled into this sexy piece of meat as the far corner of my lip curled up slightly so the clown could not see but his wife could. I let my mind wander to the moment I planned to free her giant tits from her top and lustily undressed her in my mind.

I baited her and then switched her, to draw her in, complaining to her husband, "I don't know, man." I did not even look at the guy, as I gazed into his wife's hazel eyes, and thought about what she would look like gasping in pleasure as I slid my dick into her. No woman could resist a guy who refused her offer; it was just a quark of nature. I offered, "The ladies might have plans on their own too. I don't want to get in the way."

The smoking hot blonde huffed at me like I was an idiot, or was she huffing at me because her husband was an idiot and I had pointed it out? Then her lips pinched to the side away from her husband and she shot a glance behind to the side where he stood and I knew that I had hit the nail on the head, she had taken my bait.

They 'did' have plans and these two men were apparently the cause of those plans failure that had put out these two babes so dearly. I marveled that neither of these guys could tell that I was playing them and the opportunity they were dropping into my lap.

Her husband rolled his eyes behind her back, as if he was hiding behind her as he derided my refusal of his friend's offer to keep company with the wives.

The first guy corrected me over the protest of his wife and the look of derision from the second woman, "No. We don't have anything. Plans change. You won't be in the way. Look, Trevor and I are goin' out, n you'll be fine to watch these two while we're out." He added as an afterthought, "Keep 'em out of trouble, like a good man!"

I held silent for a second; looking with questions in my eyes at the guy, Aaron I think he was. I took the moment to sip my beer and draw the process out little longer.

The blonde pinched her lips and dug an imaginary something out of her eye to cover her irritation and the well-rounded brunette flicked an annoyed backhand palm-up woman's-gesture between herself and her husband and broke into an angry whisper. It was clear she was irritated about 'our plans for tonight'.

Aaron disrespectfully scoffed at her and rolled his hand dismissively at the brunette's protests, in that annoying 'talk to the hand' gesture.

I think her name was Laura sunk her thumbs into her tight clinging dress, beside her bulging tits, and suggestively yanked her garment up a little higher, while thrusting herself forward with eyes daring her husband.

I knew better than to challenge my woman when she flashed me that look. That was the silent look. It meant she wanted it bad enough to make a declaration. Laura's motion was not a simply comfortable preening motion, she was hiking up her 'armor' to go into battle and whoop someone's rear end. These two couples clearly did not respect one another. Their troubles were not really my worries. If these two fool men did not appreciate these two fine creatures they had, I might have the opportunity to sample the goods.

I made up my mind.

Into the tense staring contest and frigid back-to-ignoring session, I finally shrugged and answered Aaron's question, "I suppose I could be man enough to handle watching after these two lovely ladies for an evening." I sipped my beer and flashed a quick wink to Michelle.

She blushed and bit her lip while looking away from Laura and Aaron, and her own husband Trevor hidden from viewing her face behind her back. She covered her look with another dig at an imagined something in her perfect blue eye.

For her part, Laura shot a glance my way and then back to her husband and huffed derisively in his face. She spoke volumes with her huff, questioning everything from his manhood to his sanity.

Both men seemed to ooze their own disgust. There was a hell of a schism between these four.

Aaron growled at his woman, "Whatever!" I almost heard him think 'bitch' in there but he did not say it, "Trevor and I are going to take our time. It has been years. You two get to hang out together all the time. Good night." Aaron pulled his head over his shoulder, past Trevor, and nodded to the door.

As they stormed to the door, the two fellows seemed to come together to lick their wounds and stitch their pride back in order, before their night out.

Their stormy departure left the two women standing awkwardly disappointed and alone in the bar.

I caught their eye and with my right hand, in an open and welcome manner, smoothly gestured across the two bar stools next to me. The girls shared a look, huffed at their departing husbands one last time, and then took seats, with Laura immediately to my right and Michelle to hers.

The nature of the departure inspired my request for the bartender. I flagged him over and requested, "Could you please take care of these two ladies with a 'Dark n Stormy' for each."

The women looked at me and to the bartender and then between themselves in moderate confusion about my request.

I shrugged and told them with my rogue's smile, "I thought it would be appropriate given the start to our evening."

That drew two derisive smiles, looks between both women and then more pleasantly back to me. Laura asked, "What is that?"

I pointed to the bartender mixing, and told her, "It is two ounces of dark rum, ginger beer, a few dashes of bitters, on the rocks, with a lime slice."

The blonde quipped, "I'm bad when I drink rum."

The other woman, forgetting everyone else in the room but her friend shared in a mumble, "We deserve it!"

The drinks landed a moment later and the women each took a pull through the straw. Laura spoke first and exclaimed, "Oh God this is good!"

Michelle followed up immediately, "Heck yeah! This is going to get me in trouble tonight!" She leaned over her drink and with a sly look to her friend, questioned me, "Are you trying to take advantage of us?"

I lied with a smile and said lightly, "Not a chance!" as I sipped my beer.

Both women smiled to each other and then to me. It was nice to see the two women light up the room after their earlier exchange. This time Laura challenged me, "Do you think you're man enough to take advantage of us at the same time?"

I met her challenge, "I don't know. I guess we'll find out later tonight when you're panting in orgasm, won't we?"

Laura's jaw dropped and worked soundlessly. Michelle colored with a fierce blush and stifled a laugh with her left hand while drinking with the other and staring through my clothing.

I just smiled and sipped my beer.

Michelle leaned forward over the bar, turning her back on the bartender who was at the other end of the bar doing bartender stuff, and with her big blue eyes wide she demanded, "Both of us? How do you plan on doing that?"

I winked obviously at Laura while she sipped, and I answered Michelle, "I'll take care of your polite friend and you can ride my face while you patiently wait your turn."

Laura choked on her drink, laughing, and fanned her face and nose at the alcohol burn in her nose.

Michelle licked and bit her lip before she promised with her question, "Will it be too hard on you if I hold you to that?"

I quipped, "It won't be hard on me. I will be hard inside Laura until it is your turn."

Laura choked. Michelle giggled onto her friend, "Oh this is going to be fun!"

Laura recovered, straightened and did a Marilyn Monroe lean in, pressing her glorious tits together, with her 'V'ed arms clasped together at her hands, next to her knees. She questioned playfully, "Are you trying to get us drunk so you can take advantage of us?"

I could not take my eyes off the expanse of cleaved woman flesh displayed before me as I leaned to the side so I could be closer to her around the end of the bar's turn and quipped back to her, "Are you asking me or inviting me?"

Laura surreptitiously slipped her interlaced hands forward onto my thigh. Michelle could see but the bartender could not.

Michelle held my eyes as she spoke quietly to Laura, pretending I was not there, "This one's got a big head, doesn't he?"

I interrupted Laura's reply and shot back with another quick wink to Michelle that Laura could see and share, "I'm not too big yet, but I'm sure you two can inspire me to new heights."

Michelle kept playing her game. She held my eyes a little longer while she played at struggling to find her straw. Her oral technique was on intriguing display as Michelle swirled her moist tongue around her lips, embracing and cradling her straw as she chassed it, as if she was swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.

Not to be out done, Laura rode her hands up my thigh a little farther, running her fingers deep into my firm thigh as she curled her fingers out and around to the sensitive inside of my thigh, like a stretching cat.

Laura speculated, "Arrogant, aren't you?"

I placed my hand on her knee and gently tickled my fingers slowly up her inner thigh, made it obvious I was looking down her top, and chasing her legs higher to my goal. I speculated my typical reply to that inane question, "Young lady, it is only 'arrogance' if I can't back it up. I can back it up." I leaned in and breathed the last of my response past her ear, "I can back it up. I'm confident."

Laura abruptly stood, trapping my right hand between her warm thighs above the line of her skirt. Her left hand remained on my thigh and inched higher, while her right surrounded and lifted her drink so she could drain it in total. She shuffled and ground her thighs together invitingly around my hand.

I could feel intense heat between her legs, just out of reach of my curious fingers.

Michelle kept smiling at me while watching her friend.

As she finished her drink, Laura leaned forward and her hand bumped over my hard dick. Her hand closed and she struggled to meet the circumference with her entire hand. Her smile crashed off her face and she turned her hand to measure my length.

Her head snapped back to Michelle and she wordlessly mouthed, 'Oh my fucking God!'

I love it when women give me that response once they realize what they are dealing with. That was Rose's response the first time that she tried to take me. My mate had to take care and very slowly work me all the way into her tight little baby-hole the first time we were together. After all our months orbiting each other and working our ways closer to each other as we cleaned up our lives we finally managed to get together. Once I had Rose fully seated on my dick for our first time, she was mine forever. She gave herself to me fully and I to her.

I could not wait to get home to tell her how this night turned out. This kinky new game of Rose's was turning out more fun than I had thought. I never in a hundred years would have dreamed I would actually be able to make it happen before I returned to my love though.

Laura commented, directly to me, "Rum always makes me horny." She looked back at Michelle and cut their husbands off at the knees by commenting, "I bet their overcooked egg noodle dicks don't get wet without them paying for it tonight. Too bad the boys didn't think of that before they left."

Michelle stood finishing her drink. She smoothed her long silky silver dress, accentuating her curves, as she pressed out the wrinkles with her hands. She quietly asked Laura, "That nice?"

Laura nodded back to her friend, as I stood.

Michelle turned back to the bar and flagged our bartender.

I removed my wallet to pay.

Michelle intercepted the fellow and asked, "Our husbands had to cancel our plans for the night, and their co-worker has offered to take us out for dinner tonight. None of us really knows the area though. Is there anywhere good around here that you can recommend?"

She was smooth. When their dumb-ass husbands came back from their night they would probably ask at the last place they were, so Michelle was setting up an alibi beforehand.

Laura cupped my balls and stroked my leg as she stepped away when the bartender took my payment. A hundred dollar bill for three drinks should cover the tab and cause amnesia with any observed indiscretions. Like how we never made it to the lobby to leave, but turned into the waiting elevator.

 

 

Keywords: threesome, femdom, pregnancy, cuckold, affair, hardcore sex, groupsex