First Threesome

A few days ago, my girlfriend, Emma, and I and some
friends were due to travel to France for a weekend. We
had booked cabins for the outward journey, and were due
to share with two friends. However at the last minute,
one of our friends cancelled, leaving us sharing with
John, a good friend of ours. We have known John and his
wife for years, and while we have shared hotel rooms,
saunas, Jacuzzi’s, etc. there has never been any
intimate contact between any of us, although John and I
had often remarked about swapping, but we knew the
ladies were not up for it.

Anyway, the outward journey passed fairly uneventfully,
after we boarded, we had something to eat, and then
retired to our cabins. John and I both got undressed and
into bed, while Emma was cleansing her face etc. We then
had the pleasure of watching her undress, although as
she had forgotten to bring a night-dress, she decided
slept in her lacy, see-through bra and knickers. She
then promptly climbed into bed with me.

Several hours later, we awoke, and all had showers,
before dressing for breakfast. After showering, Emma
proceeded to rub moisturising cream all over her slim
and supremely sexy body, in front of both John and I,
and I could see the look of desire in his eyes, as she
massaged the lotion into her pert little breasts, and
you could almost hear him when she rubbed it into her
thighs and bottom. But the moment passed, and I again
thought that this was a lost opportunity.

The return journey was something else though. It
followed the usual pattern, until we went below to
sleep. Emma had packed a nightdress in the overnight bag
this time, and again John and I were undressed and in
bed before she had finished taking her makeup off. She
then undressed, completely, before slipping her
nightdress on.

Both John and I had climbed into bottom bunks, and as
usual, Emma was going to share with me rather than use
one of the top bunks, and it was only now that we
realised that the individual lights for both the top
bunks were still on. So we asked Emma to turn them out.
But Emma is not very tall, and the only way she could
reach was to stand on the edge of the lower bunk, and
lean forward to reach the switch.

Once she climbed up onto the edge of my bunk and leant
forward I had a very clear view up her nightdress, and I
knew that in a short time John would have exactly the
same view. And while he had seen her naked before, it
had never been from this angle, and she has a very cute
little fanny. I just laid there, and watched the
expression on his face when she stood above him.

He made some comment about the view, I can’t remember
what it was, but Emma just laughed it off, and then
climbed into bed with me. We cuddled up under the quilt,
but soon Emma was complaining about being too hot, and I
suggested that she slip her nightdress off, as this
would be cooler, for both her and me. We then cuddled up
together to go to sleep. But having her gorgeous, naked
body next to me was to much, and Emma soon found herself
with a stiff prick digging into her bottom, and rather
than complain, she just reached behind her, and started
to fondle my prick, and balls.

I took this as an invitation, and slipped my had between
her legs and started to gently massage her clit,
something that drives her wild, while I squeezed her
breasts with my other hand. While this was happening,
John was laid not three feet away in the other bunk. We
continued this mutual masturbation for some time,
without making any sound, until Emma wriggled up the bed
a bit, and slipped my cock between her legs. She then
reached down again, and grasping my cock, massaged its
head against her lips.

It was at this point that I noticed that the quilt had
slipped slightly, and her breasts, one of which was
being caressed by me were now clearly on show, albeit in
the half-light of the darkened cabin. I glanced across
at John’s bunk, and could see the whites of his eyes; it
was obvious he was watching, although as Emma was laid
with her back to me, I don’t know whether she was aware
of this. But still no sound was made by any of us. It
wasn’t until Emma wriggled her body back down the bed,
slipping my cock inside her in the process that a gasp
slipped from both our mouths, and we started to slowly
move together back and forth as we gently fucked each
other.

I couldn’t believe it. We had never done this before in
the same room as someone else. We continued to thrust
against each other gently and silently. I assumed Emma
didn’t know that John was awake and watching, but I did,
and that fact was turning me on even more. Emma and I
often make love in the open, or the car, and on those
occasions the thought of being caught, or seen turns me
on, and here it was really happening.

And now here I was shagging her less than three feet
from another man, who was fully aware of what we were
doing. As we got more involved in our lovemaking, the
quilt slipped even more, and every time it moved Emma
would pull it back up, vainly trying to keep it over us,
but eventually it fell off completely.

I expected Emma to stop then, and pull it back on, but
instead she just continued thrusting backwards against
me, trying to pull my cock deeper into her with every
thrust. By now we were both making some noise, not too
much, as we were both aware of John’s presence. I can
only think that Emma had her eyes shut, because John had
thrown back his quilt, and was openly wanking away.

It was at this point that Emma orgasmed for the first
time, and she could not do that quietly, no matter how
hard she tried, and as she did, we rolled over so that
she was face down, and I began to fuck her harder and
harder from behind. Now every thrust was bringing groans
from her, and although the were muffled by the pillow,
there was no way they could be mistaken. Emma turned her
head to one side, glanced up at me, then across at John,
and too my surprise, reached over towards John, who was
still wanking away.

As her hand touched his chest, he mover around, and sat
up on the edge of the bed. Her hand slid down until it
reached his prick, and then she took over wanking him,
while I continued to shaft her from behind. I cannot
describe how I felt at that point. Her was the woman I
loved wanking another man, while being shagged by me.
The stuff that fantasies are made of.

Emma’s hand must have been very expressive, because John
slowly slipped off the bed, and knelt on the floor
alongside ours, with his raging hard-on just inches from
Emma’s face. She continued to wank him, and slowly moved
her head over, so that she was close enough to lick the
end of his knob. Even in the semi dark cabin, I could
see the pre-come on the end of his prick, and she gently
licked all around and over the head of his cock I could
see it connecting her tongue to his cock like a single
strand of spiders web glistening with dew.

The atmosphere was very erotic, and the sight in front
of me was turning me on so much, I was fit to burst. She
was still wanking him, and then she licked him again,
and edging even closer, kissed the end of his cock
before opening her mouth, and pulling it into her warm
and tender mouth. I have felt that mouth on my own cock
so many times, and have often dreamed of seeing it
wrapped around another man’s, but never thought I would.

At this point, I could take no more, and I shot my wad,
filling her up with my spunk, coming with more force,
and pleasure that I can remember. I just knelt there for
a while, embedded inside her, as she continued to wank
and suck John. Having Emma give me a blowjob is almost
as good as sex itself, watching her give another man one
was sensational.

She doesn’t often continue to the end, preferring me to
come inside her rather than in her mouth, but tonight
she seemed to be determined to take her second helping
of come in her mouth. She never moved or changed
position, and as I knelt there, still inside her, she
sucked and wanked John’s cock until he started to tense
like we all do before coming.

It was only now that he touched her for the first time,
placing both hands on the back of her neck and head, and
pulling her head towards him, as she continued to wank
him, and suck him. It was obvious that he had no
intention of letting her not complete the job now.

And when he came it was like an electric shock, as his
whole body arched, and he pumped his cream into Emma’s
mouth. She swallowed like a trooper, but there was too
much for her to handle, and it began to seep out of the
side of her mouth, and down her face.

Once he had finished, his limp cock fell out of her
mouth, covered in come, as was her face, and thighs. We
all got up, without saying a word to each other, and
showered, before going back to bed and sleeping as if
nothing had happened. Since then, we haven’t spoken
about what happened at all, I haven’t discussed it with
either John or Emma.

I don’t know whether anything like it will ever happen
again, or whether it was just one of those golden
moments that come along out of the blue never to be
repeated.

The only thing I do know is that for a few short
minutes, we lived my fantasy, and it felt great.

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