Authors: Michelle Woodward
While she psyched herself up Damion walked in. Amber was so deep in thought she didn't even notice him. He paid and sat down across from her. Amber started in her chair when she became aware of his presence, almost spilling her cup of coffee.
“Oh my God,” she said. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I know, and I'm sorry,” Damion said. “I guess it is a little creepy to sneak up on people, but you weren't shy at all today so I figured you could handle it.”
Amber smiled.
“You looked so good today taking your clothes off right after the performance,” she said completely unabashed. “Why were you in such a hurry to take off the outfit?”
“Did you see it?” Damion asked. “Holy shit was that the ugliest thing ever or what? I tried talking to Vanilla Ice, or whatever his real name is, to get him to change the outfit but he wouldn't hear it even a little bit. I guess the guy can be kind of an asshole to work with. Go figure considering that he might have stolen that base line for
Ice, Ice, Baby
from David Bowe.”
Amber couldn't help a little bit. That wasn't common knowledge, not really, many people knew about it. Vanilla Ice had denied that he'd ever ripped off the base line, and cited that there was an extra beat of time at the end of the notes—although to everyone that listened they sounded nearly exactly the same. She and Damion talked about the performance, and about the dismal turn out. The conversation kept gravitating back to their bodies, with each person complimenting the other person, until the point where Amber figured it would be a good time to let him know what was really goin gon.
“All right, listen,” Amber said. “I know this might sound weird, but I have a husband and he knows we are talking. In fact, he wants us to talk. We want to bring a third into the bedroom and I want that person to be you. You'd get to fuck me and you'd also get to fuck and or get fucked by my husband.”
Damion didn't look like he knew what to say at first, so he sat and thought about it for a few seconds. The seconds turned into minutes and finally Damion spoke.
“You know, as weird as that sounds, I think that I might be down for it,” he said. “I'm not full blown bi or anything, but I'm for sure curious. And I'll get to fuck you too, so that's even better. I hope your husband is good looking, is all.”
Amber nodded her head that her husband was indeed attractive.
“He's good looking, I just don't know what kind of guys you are into. Do you even know?”
Damion shook his head.
“I don't,” he said. “Not really. I know that sounds maybe a little bit like I'm some repressed weirdo that doesn't know anything at all, much less what he wants or anything about myself, but I guess that's what happens in a society where you can't just be yourself. I have no idea what kind of guy I'm into, or not into. I have no idea what kind of guy on guy stuff I'm even into because I've never really even acted on it besides a few drunken, fumbled gropes back in my fraternity days.”
“You were in a frat?” Amber asked incredulously.
“Well doesn't it make sense that I'm curious, though?” Damion said with one of his pretty smiles. “All of those boys, all working out and talking about sex and often times nearly jerking off with their doors open. Then at night they'd have a bunch of sluts over and have sex with them and a lot of people didn't care if I watched. So I guess even though I don't have a whole lot of experience I'm not exactly a prude or anything.”
Amber couldn't believe what she was hearing. It sounded like Damion would be a great person to have a threesome with. All of her fears of him being some super stiff, awkward guy about sex melted away.
“Well how about we head back to my place and see what my husband is doing,” she said. “Even if he's busy I'm sure he'd like to meet you. Don't worry, he's not going to be weird about it at all, or anything like that. It's not like I didn't tell him that I wanted this, so he knows what's up.”
“It's totally cool,” Damion said. “I completely understand. It's awesome that you two are able to do this. For a lot of people it just wouldn't work. Some people are just so jealous that no matter how much you tell them that it's just sex it doesn't really seem to sink in that it's just physical contact and that's it.”
They stood to leave and Amber told Damion to follow her to her house. As she drove she had to admit to herself that she did have quite a few butterflies in her stomach. Here she was, about to fuck a new guy who'd she'd just met, and not only that but the new guy and her husband were going to fuck her together, and then fool around with each other. Amber wondered if Frank would pitch or catch, and what would happen while the men fucked. She guessed that there might be a way for them all to play at the same time without taking the focus off of the girls.
When she pulled into the drive she saw that the garage door was just closing from her husband getting home. That was great because it meant he'd be going straight to the shower to clean off. What better way to find out of Frank was indeed Damion's kind of guy than to introduce them to each other in the shower? She wondered if Damion would be down, but at the same time new that if he wasn't he wouldn't be following her to her place right then. There was no way that he didn't understand her meaning of what was going on back at the coffee shop. He'd sounded not only excited but eager as well, so Amber decided that she needed to stop worrying so much about it and just go for it.
Amber left the garage door open for Damion who was parking on the street and made herself a drink at the island in the kitchen. She went ahead and made Damion one because she knew that he'd need one.
“So when do I get to meet your husband?” Damion asked after he'd taken a seat at the island on one of the stools. “I think he pulled in just ahead of you.”
“Well I thought we could go meet him in the shower,” Amber said with a smirk. “I know that's moving pretty fast, but don't we want to get straight to the fun stuff? At least, I think we do? What do you want to do?”
Damion looked down in his drink for a second, then back up at her.
“You know what, I think you're right. We should just go for it and not waste time fucking around.”
So they both made their way to the master bedroom. Once they were in the room itself it occurred to both of them that they would need to strip before they could get in the shower with Frank. They watched each other closely as each of them took their time getting naked. Damion even went as far as to stroke himself a few times before smiling and chuckling when Amber slid her finger through her slit and tweaked her own nipple.
“All right, just follow me,” she said.
Amber couldn't believe she was doing what she was doing. It seemed so unlike her, but at the same time it seemed exactly like her. She and Frank had been talking about this for awhile now, so it's not like it was straight out of the blue or something. And Frank was pretty curious as well when it came to men so it would be interesting to see how the two interacted. Frank, her big strong man and husband. It really would be interesting to see him open up sexual to another man. What if something very intimate happened and she witnessed it and it made her insecure? That seemed like something that probably wouldn't happen, but she did think of it all the same as they walked into the bathroom. It was a big bathroom, and the shower at the end of it was super high tech. Amber didn't really like all the bells and whistles that her husband did, but it seemed to make him happier than without so she didn't voice her opinion on what pretty clearly appeared to be to her an excess that wasn't needed.
“Frank, I want you to meet the young man I was talking about earlier today. His name is Damion and he's naked out here with me.”
At first there was no response and Amber felt her heart go cold. What if it had been a mistake? What if, right after the shower, he was going to tell her how he didn't really mean it, how he didn't really want to watch some other guy fuck her or fuck some other guy in front of her. Maybe that was what he'd been planning on and then out of his rear view mirror he saw Damion following her and new what was going on and that's why he hauled ass up into the bathroom. But then, after approaching the shower and wiping away some of the steam, she realized it was because Frank had fallen asleep in the shower. Their stand up shower had a portion of it that acted like a bench and he'd laid down on it while the hot water jetted onto his body.
“Oh my,” she said, taking a step back.
“What is it?” Damion asked, sounding anxious, as if he thought that Frank had fallen and hurt himself in the shower.
“He's asleep in there,” Amber said. “He must have really pushed it in the gym today. Tell you what, why don't you wait out on the bed for a little bit and I'll be out with him shortly and we'll have a great time.”
Damion excused himself to wait on the bed while Amber let herself into the shower and gently woke up her husband.
“Baby,” she said. “I know we've talked about this a few times, and I know you told me to go ahead with it today, but I just want to bring it up right now so you can't be mad at me.”
Frank started to chuckle, slowly coming out of his nap.
“You brought him home with you!”
Frank couldn't stop laughing. At first Amber thought it was a bad thing, but then she guess that Frank was probably just honestly amused that she'd actually brought him home. And he looked excited, from the way his cock was slowly growing thick as it filled with blood.
“Are you getting excited, my dear,” she asked him. “Do you like the idea of fucking a man to establish dominance before he gets to fuck me.”
“You know,” Frank said. “I've been thinking about it and I'm not really sure how I want it to happen. There is a part of me that wants to get all primal and fuck him in the ass before he can fuck you to let him know who's the boss. But there is another part of me that just wants to let things unfold and see how they turn out. You know? Like, why do we need to plan out every little step of what's going to happen? Why can't it just happen and we can enjoy it as it comes, or we can just politely decline and go another direction with everything.”
“By go another direction do you mean get a dick in your ass?” Amber asked playfully.
“Maybe, we'll see!” Frank said as he stood up. “I mean, who knows? But I do get the feeling I'm about to give and get some dick from the same sex for the first time in my life. I feel like we should mark the occasion somehow. Should I open up a nice bottle of wine or something like that? Or should it be more low key? Should we not eve worry about it at all and just continue on as if it isn't that special? I mean, how comfortable is your boy about what is about to happen. If he finds out I'm an ass virgin he might not want to stick around. You know how people can get weird about that.”
Amber nodded because she did know. She didn't want to tell Damion the whole truth, because in all honesty she wasn't sure if he really needed to know it. From what he had made it sound like he had very little experience with men as well, if any. Wasn't what this was kind of all about? That people were supposed to explore their sexualities and figure out more about who they were? That's the way Amber looked at it, anyway. Sure, it was going to be a blast getting fucked by Damion, but at the same time it was going to be just as cool to watch Damion and her husband fool around. What a rush it would be to see Frank sink his fat, quivering cock into Damion's ass. Amber knew that it was going to happen within minutes by the way Frank's cock grew rock hard and started throbbing. They both walked out of the bathroom with smiles on their faces and crawled into bed with Damion without hesitation.
Damion was curled up like a little sex kitten on the end of the bed furthest from the pillows, although he'd grabbed a shall off of one of the nearby chairs and wadded it up to use it as a pillow. At first Amber thought that he must have been sleeping, but then she realized it was all a game he was playing with the two of them. Frank wasn't shy to slide right up behind Damion and start to play around with him, reaching around the younger man to stroke his rock hard Latin boner. It made Amber so wet just watching it. She loved every second.
“That's right Frank, run your hand down his body,” she said as she rubbed her clit. “That's fucking right, you two little fuckers, suck each other's peckers! I know you two have wanted it ever since you laid eyes on each other. And look at you now, sucking each other off like you've been doing it for years. I ought to take some kind of video of this and show it on the internet as some kind of dick sucking tutorial.”
For a second even Amber was surprised at the filth pouring out of her mouth, but then she laughed and rubbed her clit harder. She was so turned on she wondered how she'd contained herself thus far.
“Hey, boys,” she said. “I want you to fuck me now. Listen, I mean now. I need it!”
They both responded instantly, releasing their hold on each other to follow the eager voice of Amber. Dorian was there first, his rock hard Latin cock in his hand. He rubbed it against her pussy and she loved it, practically begging for more. She loved the way strange dick felt against her pussy and it was turning her on even more than she had been turned on before. It was like she already new that she was going to come, because she did. She knew that within a few strokes she'd be coming on his dick like she'd never had sex before in her life and he was her sexual liberator and savior.