two men and you - part one

The moment you first see him, you know that you have to have him, and you know that I'll be pleased with your choice. He's beautiful - tall and slender, his body tight and firm, his eyes dark and seductive, a certain androgynous quality to the way he carries himself. He's been looking at for you some time in the club, very attracted to you, initially not sure what to do as you're obviously with me - but when he sees us clearly discussing him, sees you smiling and glancing in his direction, then whispering in my ear - he knows we're talking about him, he knows that we're going to be taking him home.

Before long, the three of us are on the dance floor together, him in front of you, your hands on his hips, pulling him closer, moving to the rhythm of the sensual music, me behind you, pressed up close, your ass pushing back against me as the three of us sway together, moving to the seductive beat. You turn your head and smile at me, kissing me sensually as I move closer, our lips sliding against each other as he watches, already greedy for you, wanting to taste you. You need the same - you turn back to face him, sliding your hands over his ass teasingly, smiling at him and leaning in to kiss him seductively, his tongue slipping lustfully into your mouth.

It's all we can do not to have sex right there, on the dancefloor, watched by everyone...

And naturally, we bring him home. As I pay the taxi, and make my way indoors, a minute or so behind the two of you, I walk into the hallway to see you already pressing him against the wall, kissing him greedily. His hands are sliding over your ass, pulling you closer against him, and you're moving against his body, needing to feel him, to touch him... needing to respond to the warm pulse of your cunt, the desire to be fucked. Seeing me walk in, you smile at me, still holding him there, his thigh between yours, rubbing against him a little, beckoning me over. I return the smile, moving close to you from behind, your hand slipping through my hair, kissing me sensually as he watches, your tongue sliding against mine seductively, greedily. I pull away gently, smiling again, a smile that reassures you that you can do as you please tonight - the night is yours, and it's all about you...

I step into the kitchen to find a bottle of wine, pouring out three glasses, taking them into the bedroom, then stepping back into the hallway, a pulse of arousal rushing through me as I see you still kissing him again, a little more urgently now, your hand down at his crotch, his jeans already unzipped, a deliciously large erection thrusting up from between his thighs, your fingers wrapped around it, stroking him teasingly. I move behind you as you press yourself against him, hearing a soft sigh of approval from you as I move up close, my own hardening cock pressing against your ass through my trousers, my hands slipping over your hips, sliding up past your waist, slipping around you until I'm cupping your breasts gently, squeezing them softly, caressing your nipples as you stroke him rhythmically. You gasp softly, turning to your head to look at me, lust in your eyes. "I think we should move this to the bedroom..."

just the beginning - so much more to follow... ;)