I wrote the story which follows originally for a female friend I will refer to as Julie, who I regularly exchanged sexy messages with a few years ago.  At the time she was in her early thirties and I was in my early forties.

She introduced me to erotic writing by asking me to tell her stories of some of my more memorable sexual experiences and she wrote about her experiences in exchange.  Sometimes we also set each other “homework” to come up with exciting fantasies, but we were always honest and confirmed which were fact and which were fiction.  We both got turned on from letting our imaginations loose on each other and soon became close and intimate friends, but because we lived far apart, sadly, we never got to meet.

Anyway this story was originally written for Julie who had encouraged me to seek a threesome opportunity after we had discussed such a possibility at some length.  

I answered an advert in a contact magazine (this was in the 1990s before the internet became as widely used as it is today) seeking a man interested in erotic photography.   M and S responded; he was 31 she was 26. M is keen on photography, like me, and he had set up a studio at home and S turned out to be very attractive. They sent me a photo of her looking stunning in black lacy undies and invited me to phone to try and fix a meeting. I felt very flattered when I found out when I visited them that they had dozens of replies to their ad.

Soon the date came round and I was excited but also deeply worried when I set out to drive to visit them.  It turned out that they had never tried this before either. Until then no man had ever seen me naked with an erection and that aspect bothered me too (although in the event it wasn't at all embarrassing). I also had a cynical worry that it all seemed too good to be true and would come to nothing and turn out as some kind of fiasco, or that they wouldn't like me, so I was seriously scared of an embarrassing disappointment.

They lived in a small apartment in a tower block in S E London and have a little daughter of 3, so I could only visit them after 7.00 once the little girl was asleep. When I arrived M welcomed me (he actually looks a bit like me and is of similar build, although slightly larger and I wondered if that was one reason they chose me?)

There was no immediate sign of S but M gave me a drink and we started chatting about photography etc. M had decided we would get S to pose for some photos (he had set up studio lights in their sitting room) and we would then just see what (if anything) develops. Then S came in; she looked lovely, bright eyed and I guess a bit excited and nervous too. She was wearing an outfit obviously chosen for the photography and she looked as if she had just done her hair and made up her face. I realised they were both probably feeling as worried as I was. The unspoken idea that this might lead to sex and the general strangeness of meeting for the first time with that intention seemed very exciting but scary for someone not used to such things.

Coming back to the story, S was wearing a black, figure hugging, pleated mini skirt and top (excuse my poor ability as a fashion reporter, it looked vaguely Spanish but definitely sexy!) The top was demure, with a high front, but was nicely shaped by her firm breasts, and she wore sheer black lacy stockings and has long shapely "dancing girls" legs. Her choice of dress showed her figure to good effect (I had to fight the male temptation to undress her with my eyes!)

I began to get turned on in anticipation. I soon found she seemed very shy but nice. S is both feminine and modest. A "nice" girl obviously heavily programmed by her upbringing not to flaunt herself at men (which I find rather likeable), although she obviously is also naturally highly sexed. Therefore it proved difficult to break the ice as she tended to want to "behave properly" with a stranger but I sensed she also very much wanted to behave improperly. When we started chatting it turned out she has a "Welsh Chapel" upbringing and obviously is conditioned not to be naughty with strange men (to say the least!) even though as it turned out her flesh was more than willing.

She had a drink and smoked a ciggie and I noticed her hand was shaking slightly (she said she hardly ever drinks and although she is a nursing sister, she occasionally smokes to everyone's disapproval). M took some photos and I threw in some advice, for what it was worth (in particular I wanted to get her to smile because she looked so serious and self-conscious when posing). Her brief smiles were radiant and I took one or two photos too and she smiled nicely for me in response to some gentle teasing and flirting. Both males tried fairly gently to encourage her. So far a lot of the time available had gone and we were all still fully dressed, so I began to worry that nothing would happen (and it probably wouldn't have if I hadn't taken the initiative, as you will see).

M kept on asking her to remove some clothes and she seemed genuinely very shy and avoided taking anything off, so I began to feel a bit sorry for her and at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to show me some nude photos he had taken of her, (he was justifiably proud of her) and at first she didn't want him to show them to me. After some persuasion she agreed and smiled very nicely and happily when I complimented her on them (she looked so very attractive and the thought of what might or might not happen was so tantalising after seeing photos of the nude and sexually delicious S!)

I began to sense that she was turned on and wanted more than an appreciative audience, but I knew she would never take the initiative. With sudden inspiration I commented that I knew "a certain way of helping girls to relax" (pure blarney but she took it as a challenge and asked me how, in a sceptical sounding voice). I told her I needed to be able to get at the back of her neck, so she pulled her hair to one side for me and I sat on the arm of the sofa she had been posing on.  I lifted her long soft hair and kissed her long and lingeringly on the nape of her neck just below her hairline. "Nice?" I asked, and she nodded with a slight smile on her face.

Then I kissed her neck below her ears. She put her head back and closed her eyes and it suddenly seemed perfectly natural for me to be kissing her neck and ear lobes and she sighed. I felt quite shaky as, although I was beginning to get really aroused, I was also very nervous of upsetting or offending her. It took some effort to do that as I was afraid of the reaction and so much didn't want to upset her, but I felt that if I didn't do something, time would run out and that would be that.

It was the right thing to do, as when I stopped she then said "If you want me to strip I think you two had better do the same; I'm not going to be in my undies with you two fully dressed - it’s only fair!". I realised then that it definitely wasn't only me who was turned on but it had needed something to break the ice like my kissing her. So we all stripped to our pants at amazing speed. She was wearing sexy black undies and looked stunning. I offered to help remove her bra which was low cut and held her breasts up to show a superb cleavage (and she willingly let me!) She has lovely large round, quite firm breasts with small pink nipples.

"Might it relax you a bit more S, if we kissed those lovely breasts," I asked hopefully. She just nodded and lay back on the sofa. Her nipples were already erect. She offered me her right breast and M started sucking at the other and she lay back and sighed with pleasure. The two males self-consciously kept their pants on for a while (not that they hid our two vast erections in the slightest) and once I noticed S looking at my bulge; she blushed attractively and smiled when she realised I'd noticed her interest.

M then started intensively kissing her, their mouths hungrily pressed to each other, while I continued kissing and sucking at her breast and stroking her waist and soon her belly and thighs. By now we were all very excited and all you could hear was the deeper breathing of a sexually excited trio (talking stopped and photography was forgotten).

S was still wearing a black satin suspender belt, black stockings and tiny black satin panties. I stroked her warm smooth tummy between her panties and her suspender belt and I was longing to put my hand gently on her crotch which fascinated me and almost seemed to lure my male attention. I hesitated to do what I so much wanted to do without being really sure she wanted me to do it, never having been in such a situation before. So I stroked her thighs and all around the area of her sex cleft was fascinating and attracting me like a magnet.

She parted her thighs which seemed a good sign (she and M were still kissing each other hungrily). So, very cautiously, I gently cupped her mound and she obviously was waiting for that as she pressed herself against me like when you stroke a cat (appropriate comparison I suppose!) and parted her legs a little more in response; she was obviously quite "far gone" by then from what we had been doing to her. I massaged her cleft gently through the silky material of her panties while continuing to suck and tease her nipple. "Can I touch you, S?" I asked (having already done so!), and she nodded without breaking off from kissing M.

I felt a terrific thrill of excitement as I carefully eased my fingers under the elastic of her panties and felt first the fuzz of her downy hair and then below it the soft moist warm flesh of her sex cleft. She was obviously very excited too as I was conscious of her breathing deeply and of course as my finger gently parted her lips and explored deeper, I wasn't surprised to find she was soaking wet and obviously very aroused.

I think she may have come soon after as I squeezed the flesh around her clittie and she gasped and wriggled when I explored her and I had the feeling that the novel and slightly wicked experience of having a strange man's fingers being so intimate was somehow exciting her more than usual because she reacted so strongly.

We paused while the other two stopped kissing to regain their breath. S looked bright eyed and flushed with the excitement. "Come on lads, you'd better take your pants off because you've started getting into mine," she said (or words to that effect - I was pleased it was her suggestion!)

So by now all initial embarrassment had gone, it was like we were old friends, and in a flash, two stiff cocks were bobbing in front of her and we pulled her panties down revealing her gorgeous feminine secrets. She was pink in the face and looked excitedly at us. Then she took my cock in one hand and M's in her other and felt us with a sort of lovely girlish wonderous look on her face (we are both fairly well endowed so she had two good handfuls). She played with our cocks for a few moments and it was deeply exciting for me as I could see how it was exciting her.

M then started kissing her mouth again. I asked if I could admire what I had been feeling with my fingers and moved to look between her legs (seeing a girl's sex for the first time is fascinating and especially exciting for me). She looked so deliciously edible I asked if she would let me kiss her there and she paused in her kissing with M and nodded enthusiastically. So I moved to kneel between her legs (which were wide apart and bent with her feet on the floor while she lay back on the sofa).

She shaves around her cleft (leaving a tuft of hair above it) and was beautifully clean and sweet and I realised she must have prepared for such an eventuality in the nicest way as she was gently perfumed, and obviously freshly trimmed. So obviously what happened was neither unwelcome nor unprepared for! She has a neat little pussy and I parted the top of it with my finger and thumb so as to kiss and suck at the little fold of skin over her clittie.

M mouth kissed and breast kissed her. I sucked and kissed her clitoris for some time and then gently inserted my index finger into her vagina and explored her. She was very juicy and breathing deeply and obviously very aroused, so I wanted to make her come. I carefully inserted a second finger which was quite a tight fit. I also massaged, kissed and sucked the insides of her thighs.

I found she seemed to respond well to having my forefinger deep inside her pussy with my thumb pressing down on her clitoris and I then squeezed her sex flesh between my thumb outside and my finger inside in a sexy rhythm. When I sensed she was coming (by the wriggling and heavy breathing) I pressed her belly just above her mound with the flat of one hand and speeded up my finger fucking with my other hand as well as sucking and flicking her clittie with my tongue.

In the end, the intense combined attentions of two men was too much for her and she started first moaning with pleasure and excitement and then orgasming like mad. I had to sit up and watch the end of her orgasm which was very beautiful as she had such a helpless and ecstatic expression on her face. Later she said it had been one of the strongest climaxes she had ever experienced (but maybe she was being polite although it obviously had been a good one).

Inevitably and naturally we had reached the stage for fucking (although I wasn't sure if I would be invited to do that on this first visit). But my uncertainty was answered immediately. She just asked me to use a condom which I would have wanted to do anyway on principle and they had evidently prepared for this as they had one handy (so did I but I didn't need to produce mine).

It's funny how despite the intimacy, their good manners as hosts prompted them to offer me the "first go". M and I did a kind of "after you", "no after you" performance and S then more or less ordered me to get on with it! She was obviously so sexed up that she was longing to be stuffed full of cock. I was longing for that too by then as my cock had been rock hard for what seemed like hours.

I put the condom on and noticed as I carefully rolled it on that I was oozing pre-cum copiously. I was so excited. S lay with her legs apart on the sofa. She smiled encouragingly as I kneeled between her thighs. I paused to savour the moment as I felt her flesh gently embracing mine. She was so wet I slid smoothly in until our pubic bones came together and I felt her warm firm vagina tightly hugging my complete length.

There was not a trace of shyness now that extreme sexual excitement had taken over all our inhibitions. She pulled a mock expression of being over-stretched. I was on the very edge of orgasm and determined to try to avoid coming too quickly. I concentrated hard and gently eased myself in and out while M French-kissed with her and squeezed  her breasts and sometimes watched my shaft going in and out of his wife. At one time he urged me to do it with slower and longer strokes, as "that's how she likes it," he said. S lay back with her eyes half closed, her breasts flattened and gently rolled her hips in response to my thrusts. I leaned forward and was able to take one of her nipples between my lips and I sucked – mouth fucked – her nipple in time with the motion of my hips.

I was in paradise. I didn't actually last as long as I would have liked; she was quite a tight fit and I could feel her vagina contracting and sucking at my cock as she also was obviously close to coming. In the end I could hold back no longer and, knowing I simply had to cum, I speeded up my thrusts to reach my maximum speed just at the moment of deep delight as my juice welled up from my balls. I thrust and spurted deep into her loins and carried on thrusting for a short while even after I had cum to try and ensure she would also have a climax.

Then M took my place and I briefly left them to it while disposing of my condom and cleaning up. When I came back my cock had softened. I watched fascinated as he fucked S for ages. He gave her a long slow shafting which went on for surprisingly long (he was obviously in good control of himself as it wasn't the same exciting first time for him that it had been for me).

She lay there, relaxed, rocking slightly, her breasts wobbling in time to his slow firm thrusts, and I was fascinated to see his shaft, wet with her juices, appearing and disappearing. It was the first time I had seen another couple fucking. I kneeled beside her and gently stroked and kissed her neck and breasts and she held my hand and stroked me with one hand and him with her other, which I found such a nice friendly thing to do. The sheer beauty of seeing them so excited soon started arousing me again.

They both seemed to speed up and then came together, both gasping and crying out. S saw my growing cock and asked if I'd like another go. I was shocked at how late it was - time had flown and I really should have been leaving as I would be expected home soon - but the offer to do it again was irresistible. She knelt on the rug in front of me and presented me with a wonderful view of her open inviting sex. I put another condom on. Unfortunately although my cock was full size again, it wasn't quite hard enough only fifteen minutes or so after my last climax, so after a brief unsuccessful try to penetrate her with my still slightly soft penis, (it kept buckling and slipping out instead of going in) while she knelt in front of me on the floor we all decided we were all very satisfied and got dressed and I had to leave fairly hurriedly as my "alibi" for being out that evening was running out.

I was embarrassed to have to leave so quickly, but I think they understood and we said fond farewells like old friends, I gave S a peck on the cheek and rushed off (and was nearly done for speeding by a motorcycle cop on my way home. I saw him in my mirror and slowed down but he wagged his finger at me and pointed at his speedo when we stopped side by side at a traffic light).

We had hoped to meet again, but I had a three week overseas trip soon after, and when I returned S was on almost permanent call having taken up a new "contract nursing" job to earn more money. She had to work evenings mainly as M worked days and someone had to look after their small daughter. This made meetings, which hadn't been easy anyway, even more tricky and we never managed another meeting even though we exchanged a few letters and spoke on the phone.

I suspect S also had some slight scruples about whether she ought to do such things even though she obviously enjoyed it a lot (and M said he enjoyed seeing us in action too). Soon after I met my other threesomes friends (E & G) who kept me quite busy in any case, although I would have loved to meet S and M again.

We exchanged letters once or twice but contacts faded and then unfortunately they moved quite suddenly last summer and somehow we lost touch with each other (extra note: quite recently we re-established contact by a bit of a fluke S is six months pregnant with her second baby so there is a slight chance we may meet again sometime, but not for the time being). Further note - unfortunately we lost touch again.

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