A Sexy Threesome Story
"A Table for Two," dirty martini erotica
by Grace Boheme-Carter
"You Can Buy Me a Drink First" by The Mofo available at Obsession Art
I glance around the bar. It’s 8pm and the suits are starting to arrive, jostling each other as they burst through the door, with overcoats damp from the chill outside. I wait patiently for my date. We’ve been emailing each other through a singles website. Our conversations began innocently enough as mild flirtation and eventually progressed beyond the double entendre to the hottest and steamiest fantasies I could ever have imagined. It has taken me a month to build up the courage to agree to meet, and now I wonder if I’ll recognize him as he walks through the door, assuming he even shows up!
I survey the room: blond brokers lean casually against the ivory pillars of the bar and young, attractive women hover amongst the heavy velvet drapes lining the walls. Their features are strong and refined, Eastern European types. This bar is renowned for that kind of thing and seems the perfect place for an erotic rendezvous.
A gust of winter air blasts into the bar and a camel cashmere coat billows at the doorway in its wake. A well-dressed man enters the bar, looking around in anticipation. I instinctively know that he is my date even though we’ve never exchanged photographs. He settles in at the bar and orders a drink. I can make out his London accent, articulate, well-educated with no hint of an estuary twang. The voice translates from his emails, that irresistibly sexy mix of arrogance, intelligence and sensitivity to what a woman wants (or wants to hear perhaps). I look him over from head to toe and can’t help but watch him for a little while before the inevitable moment comes and I introduce myself as his confidante. His broad, strong shoulders are framed beautifully in a tailored pin striped jacket. The suit fits him perfectly and I watch his exquisitely shaped ass, each cheek quivering as he shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for his drink at the bar.
Still admiring his sculpted frame, I’m taken aback when he turns and looks in my direction. He looks me straight in the eye and gives a half smile in acknowledgement. I wave him over and he motions to the bartender, who slides his drink down the bar.
As he approaches, he looks at me intently, his sparkling eyes fixed on me as he strides over. He extends a large hand and I shake it limply, avoiding eye contact. I can’t help thinking whether the other part of his anatomy corresponds in size and quickly check myself as I feel heat rushing to my cheeks. He introduces himself as Dominic, even though I, of course, already know his name, and in an instant he too realizes his introduction was unnecessary and looks to the ground for the first time. I instantly feel more at ease and realize that he’s nervous too.
“Fancy meeting you here,” I say. It’s a terribly banal line and I immediately wish I’d waited for him to speak first. I wonder whether he finds me as sexy in person.
“Indeed. Well, this is quite the hotspot, isn’t it?” He motions over to a leggy brunette making out unabashedly with one of the suits I spotted earlier. I’m sure they’ve only become acquainted since I entered the bar.
I take a deep breath and decide to take the plunge. “Yes, it certainly seems that way. The perfect place then, to continue where we left off last night, I suppose.”
Dominic stands for a moment, and then slowly, a cheeky grin spreads across his face.
“Ah, so it is you!” He laughs loudly and I feel a hot sensation flash across my cheeks. He moves a little closer. I feel giddy from the Bellini I downed at the bar and the panic of not knowing what to say next. The scent of his cologne mixed with cashmere and sweet cigar smoke is intoxicating and radiates from him like the warmth of a fire in winter. Finally, the bubbles seem to infiltrate my brain and I relax, slipping into our role play.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t know, unless you speak to all the girls that way.” I give him a stern, scolding look and he returns my gaze with large, hazel eyes and I realize he is standing close to me as I feel something brush my leg. I’m sure it’s his cock but I’m too embarrassed to look down. My mind is running wild imagining it. I know it’s impressive from the bulge I spied earlier in his superbly cut trousers. I can feel just a hint of it, teasing me, threatening to burst out at any moment for me to feast upon. My clit is starting to get hot between my thighs and I wonder if he remembers the fantasy we ended with last night. I still remember the blue glow of the computer screen with his last words sprawled across in bold font. I relished every word of his last message, my fingers deep inside my cunt, massaging my clit and g-spot in a desperate attempt to release the sexual tension that had been building over the course of our two hour chat.
“Well, I have frequented this place once or twice but I can’t say I know any of the regulars here. Although, it seems you might.”
I look at him with a faint air of confusion, unsure of whether I’ve heard him correctly and the effect the champagne is having on my perception.
“What?”
Dominic turns my shoulders to the left and I see a beautifully proportioned woman sitting at the bar next to me. She flicks her hair out of one eye and looks up at me coyly. Her breasts are large and pert, nudging against mine as a guy bumps her from behind.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she murmurs, smiling. “I’m Emily.”
“Really, the pleasure is all mine.” I smile knowingly at Dominic. So, he does remember the last chapter of our erotic epic. Dominic raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of his drink. He looks good enough to eat and I just want to have his wet lips against mine. I can smell the sweet and salty aroma of sweat mixed with aftershave and I can’t help imagining what fucking him would smell like.
Before I have time to think of what to say next, I feel a soft hand on my thigh. The subtle weight of her palm creates a jolt in my pussy.
Dominic looks me up and down, registering my reaction and watches as her hand runs along my thigh. I puff out my chest ever so slightly and let my legs part a little so she can appreciate every curve and crevice. But, I don’t let her in on my little secret just yet.
“An old friend?” he asks, in a mocking tone.
“Something like that,” I reply with a short gasp, as her hand edges up my inner thigh.
“Well, perhaps you should introduce us.” I nod dreamily and Dominic waves over a hostess who motions the three of us over to a door behind the bar. I feel time stand still as I am caught between the reality of the moment and the fantasy that is already playing out in my mind. The hostess leads us into a room with a private bar and two large, round sofas lined with cushions.
Dominic and I have played out this situation time and again online and I’ve been fantasizing about it coming to life for the past month. Now I finally have some real-life players to realize my wildest fantasy.
“Sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” Emily and I do as he tells us. I’m willing to follow him wherever he leads me.
I sit down demurely on one of the sofas and Emily sits beside me, gently stroking my hair.
“More champagne?” Dominic asks. He begins to refill my glass before I have a chance to answer. He hands the glass to Emily.
“Oh, isn’t that for me?” I ask in a disappointed voice.
“Yes, of course! Emily?”
Emily leans over me and slips her hand between my legs and softly parts my thighs. Her hand works its way up to the crease in my thigh and I look her straight in the eye. She pauses to take a sip of champagne and then lets it dribble from her mouth, flowing over my thighs and in between my legs. The bubbles fizz and tickle my clit. My pelvis twitches and jumps a little in response. My voice escapes as a broken murmur and I quickly clear my throat.
I take her lower lip into my mouth and suck it playfully. She responds eagerly and kisses me softly then insistently. She lets out a delighted squeal as she realizes I’m not wearing any knickers under my long black trench coat but merely stockings, heels, and a black lace bra.
“Well, there is more, or should I say, less, to you than meets the eye!” Dominic laughs and joins in. My trench has slipped over my shoulders and he sucks and nibbles my neck and breasts. I groan softly, my nipples tender and neck tingling from his caresses.
I look down to see the mountain between his legs even larger than I remembered it from the bar and can hardly wait to see the enormity of what’s inside. I desperately want to grab it in my hand and guide it into my dripping pussy but I have to have him eat me first.
I hold his head in my heads and gently guide it into my groin. Grinning, he nuzzles in between my legs and he and Emily take turns licking my cunt and gently tugging at my labia, by now red and swollen. He spits on his fingers and rubs his juicy saliva over my pussy. I sigh with delight as he finally sucks my clit into his mouth, savoring it and rolling it around in his mouth like a ball.
As I try desperately to resist climax, Emily plunges her tongue into my cunt. It probes and searches the crevice, filling up my pussy until it finds the hard sponge of my g- spot. Arching my back, I groan with pleasure as her tongue laps up my juices and rhythmically licks my g spot until I’m sure I have to come. At that very moment, she stops licking my pussy and I open my eyes. I look around the dark room and feel disorientated, woken from my rapture.
My heart thumps against my chest as I watch Dominic hold his gorgeous cock in front of me. It stands tall and thick, a wonderful specimen, its thick veins pulsing. I crawl over to him and take his cock in my mouth, licking the smooth head and stroking its shaft in slow motions. His head drops back and he gives a deep groan. I fondle his balls and cup them in my hand and occasionally flick my tongue across the soft, pink skin of his ass, making his muscles twitch and flex and his moans even louder. I slide my finger into his ass and stroke the wall of his anus. He looks me in the eye. For the first time, his cheekiness has disappeared and his mind is completely clouded by lust. He slowly pushes my hand away.
“I have to be inside you. Now.”
Dominic scoops me up, his rock hard biceps cradling my body. Emily lies back on the sofa, fingering her pussy and stroking her nipples, watching us intently. Kicking off his shorts, Dominic leans me against the bar and slides his cock inside my wet pussy. I can hardly contain my urge to come with the first thrust. I hold onto his broad shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, holding on for as long as I can, delaying the inevitable.
The music in the bar masks our cries and I lose all abandon. I cry out in ecstasy, arching my back and riding the deep, rolling orgasms that spasm through my body. I breathe slowly and savor each one and as he comes; we cry out in unison. Emily watches, and I hear her higher pitched cries as she finger fucks herself furiously. I experience a longer, more intense orgasm as a river of juices wash through my pussy and trickle down my leg.
Dominic lowers me to the floor and takes one last taste of my cunt, licking it clean.
“Mmm, great vintage”, he murmurs. Emily lies splayed across the sofa at our feet, sleeping blissfully with the empty champagne bottle at her side.
As we dress, I fumble in my purse.
“No, please, Emily is my treat,” Dominic insists.
I straighten my clothes and hair and stumble out of the room. My pussy is still wet and engorged and tingles between my legs as I walk. My thighs are warm and my face flushed.
“Dinner then?” he asks nonchalantly, a glimmer in his eye.
“About time. I’m starving,” I reply and we sit down to a feast for two.
Originally published May 2010