Threesome SeXStoRY

I was reminiscing today and I thought I’d share. When I was in college, I had a slight crush on a guy at work. I was a receptionist at a doctor’s office and he worked between all three locations so he came and went. He was older than me, maybe early thirties, but probably still in his late twenties. He was tall and bulky, not fat at all but thick and muscular. He had dark hair and a handsome face but it was eyes that got me. He actually only had one eye, the other was glass, but I was never bothered by that, his eyes were just so warm. I never wanted to look away from his beautiful face. Whenever he was in the room, I felt pulled to him, he always felt warm and welcoming, I wanted to be near him, to be as close as possible and he was always comfortable standing close to me no matter how close I got. But I also loved talking to him, he always made me laugh with some joke or funny story to tell, he was just this awesome and charming guy. I could sense with the deepest parts of my female intuition that this guy wouldn’t hurt fly, unless someone tried to hurt me and then he’d rip them apart with his bare hands. That kind of guy. Brian was that and more. He was safe like being around the best big b*****r in the world. But I could also imagine having a lot of fun in the sack with Brian and he made it clear he was attracted to me in the same way, and his girlfriend wouldn’t mind because she would be right there with us. His girlfriend was a sweet and gorgeous nurse with curly strawberry-blonde hair who also worked at the doctor’s office and we became fast friends. I loved her, we started hanging out after work. Me, her, and Brian. I loved going to their house, spending time with them and I felt an attraction building between the three of us. It was exhilarating at times and again there was a comfortable, safe, and open feeling with the offer of a night of pleasure in a threesome with those two beautiful and amazing people. We were doing some work on the side for a catering company and had a big hospital benefit hosted by Suzanne Somers. We all went and it was a wild night. We got to set up a private room for Mz. Somers and we were in the room when she came in, but there were so many people we didn’t get to talk to her or anything. We kept sneaking off and taking long breaks just talking and laughing. We screwed around a little too much, in fact, and didn’t get invited back to another event after that, but I didn’t care and I don’t think they did either. We finished up at around midnight and they offered to put me up for the night instead of me having to drive home so late but I had to go to a funeral in the morning. They dropped me at my car and I started to head home. I was still in the city limits, in a not so nice part of the city, when my car died. I was stranded in the middle of the road. This was before everybody carried a cell phone all the time, and I didn’t have one back then. The car stopped so suddenly that I didn’t have time to pull over. So here I was, a little twenty year old girl, broken down in the middle of the road at 1:30 in the morning. I sat there, while not one, not two, but FOUR different cop cars passed me. Two were city police cars, one was state boy, and the other was a sheriff. Not one of them stopped to help. After awhile a nice, black man came up and offered to push me off the road. I thanked him and left it parked there. There was a gas station just across a side street so I called Brian and told him what happened and asked if I could take him up on his offer. He came and picked me up. They were so sweet. They welcomed me to their bed, said there was room for all of us and I was beyond tempted, but I got a little freaked out at my desire to explore a purely sexual relationship but even more freaked out by my lack of experience. At the time, I was just afraid that I wouldn’t know what to do, although I had a little voice in the back of my head saying I think they’d both be focusing on me and I wouldn’t have to worry about much at all. And then that scared me because I’d want to return affection to both of them and god dammit, that sounds like so much fun, I could just kick myself! I chickened out and said the couch was fine and they didn’t push me. They gave me night clothes and made me comfortable on the couch. In the morning, I woke up, hearing a footstep on the stairs. I can be a pretty light sl**per at times. When I looked up at the stairs, a pair of bare legs were descending the staircase, Thick powerful legs that made my mouth water, then the body parts only belonging to males came into view. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asl**p. I kept them shut as he came down the rest of the way and walked right along the couch. I opened my eyes once it sounded like he was past me and I got a glorious view of his broad, strong back and deliciously round buttocks. I stared with my mouth hanging open as he pulled the refrigerator door over my view of his perfectly sculpted body. I just kept thinking please turn around, please turn around. He closed the door and stood facing me his head tilted back with a carton of orange juice to his lips. I was stunned by everything, but it was so big, not all the way hard even and it stuck out longer and thicker than I thought possible in my younger days, he was literally breathtaking. He almost spit out a mouthful of orange juice when he saw me starring at him. I didn’t realize I was sitting up until then. He wasn’t too startled though, I think maybe he knew I was awake all along. He half-heartedly covered with a dish towel and apologized for forgetting anyone was downstairs. He didn’t really try to cover anything though as he walked right past me again to go up the stairs. My brain was just fog, thick pink fog, possibly there were some dancing hearts in my vision as well, some parts are blurry. Only him walking past me completely naked and him standing tall in all his glory enjoying that first taste of juice in the morning is crystal clear. He got dressed and took me to my car. Luckily, the neighbor was not so bad that you can’t leave your car parked there overnight. It wasn’t drivable anyway so it was still there and in one piece. He spent hours with me trying to fix my stupid car. He thought it might have been the spark plugs so we got those and he put them in for me. He was so sweet, he was so casual, like nothing awkward had ever happened. We couldn’t fix it in time and my parents had to came pick me up, have the car towed, and while I had to wear my hideous catering clothes to my grandmother’s funeral, we made it there on time. Nothing happened after that, I’m not sure why or how but we just lost touch after that. I often wish things had gone differently that night. I wish I just took them up on the first offer, had a bottle of wine, and had a really amazing night. I feel like the car dying was a sign I was supposed to spend the night with them, and I wish I would’ve lived that night like it was my last on the earth!