Date Night III

“Well, Jake was having to go back and forth so often that we finally just bit the bullet and bought one.”

“It’s so worth it, right? I mean, you get your money back after just a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, that was an easy decision to make.”

“Oh, here, let me get you another glass—”

“Oh, thanks, yeah, appreciate it.”

“Sweetie, you need anything while I’m up?”

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, babe.”

Breathe, breathe. Everything’s going great.

Remember, she’s here because she wants to be. She knows why we asked her over. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to do this.

She’s also been a bit… physical with me tonight. She kept her hand on my arm for so long after I walked her in… and touching the small of my back when she passed by me to get to her seat. Which means… she’s attracted to me? I think.

There’s really no reason to be nervous. I mean, we’ve had a threesome before.

Sure, it was a “virtual” one, so I guess that doesn’t really count… but it was still sex with a third person. Technically. Sort of.

And you, my darling, sweet, incredible husband, have been so, so supportive of the idea. So, nothing to worry about there. In fact, you and my therapist have been actively encouraging me to explore these… desires.

So why am I hiding in the kitchen? I guess… I don’t know. I guess this means acknowledging what I’ve always sort of known about myself…

That I’m a little bisexual. Or, a lot bisexual.

Ah, there’s no need to put a name to it right now.

“No, no, c’mon, there’s no way.”

“No lie. It was the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.”

“She seriously took you to a sound bath? For a first date?”

“I thought we were just going to a yoga class, but the address she gave me was this huge dome out in a field and… yeah. It’s kind of why I’ve gotten off the apps. People are weird.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve heard so many stories about meeting people from dating apps.”

“Yeah, I feel like at this stage of my life I’d rather have strong connections with a few people than a bunch of surface-level friendships. You know, I find it much more… meaningful? I guess? when I connect with someone organically.”

“Kind of… how… you two met, huh?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah, that’s true. It was very, um, organic.”

“It was. I feel like I meet the most interesting people at Talia’s dinner parties. Yourself included, obviously. She knows such an interesting group of people.”

“You’re right, yeah, she really does.”

You look up and your eyes meet mine as you take another sip from your glass. I’ve been feeling a little shy tonight, but… I hold your gaze as long as I can before I look at her.

“So, um, speaking of… us… Emily, I’m really glad you came over tonight. And that you… were interested in what Jake and I proposed to you…”

“Well, I was flattered when I got your text. And, yeah, I think that we did make a connection the other night. I love what you two are doing, this whole ‘date night’ thing, trying new things with each other. That’s great.”

“Yeah, it’s been an adventure.”

“So, you’re okay with… well, I just don’t really have experience with women, but—”

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Have you been with a couple before?”

“Yeah, a couple of times. And, it’s like I said earlier, I’m kind of in a place right now where I don’t have anything serious going on with anyone. So, I’m just sort of… open to whatever comes my way.”

I have this weird feeling as the three of us talk so casually about what we’re about to do. Like, I know exactly what’s going to happen. And I also have no idea.

We’re so different, Emily and I. I’m composed, but she’s wild, in a way.

“Why don’t we move into the living room? It’s a little more comfortable in there.”

You’re saving my ass right now. Without you here moving things along, I’d probably never have the courage to make a move.

It helps that you and I talked through all of this before messaging Emily.

Her mouth tastes like wine; tart and a little sweet. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. Behind her, you’re pressing your mouth up against her jaw, not quite kissing her, but just… taking her in.

My head is swimming… Her lips are so soft and… it feels so natural to be touching her, feeling her smooth skin beneath my hands.

I pull away just a little, just to look into her eyes. She smiles at me and turns her head to meet your lips.

She reaches out blindly and finds my hand. Her fingers interlace with mine and she pulls my hand up to her breasts.

I run my fingers over the fabric of her shirt. My heart is racing so fast as I unbutton her shirt and slip my hand into her bra, and wrap it around her breast. I knead the skin a little cautiously, trying to think of how I enjoy being touched.

Her nipple starts to harden as I gently squeeze and pinch the skin.

“Baby…”

I look up and you’re pushing your face towards mine. The three of us are so close together now, like we’re just one body instead of three.

Emily joins our kiss, her mouth pressing into the corners of yours and mine while your tongue slips between my lips.

“Let us make you feel good, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Here… stand up.”

She disentangles from us gracefully, steps out of her pants, and pulls me up to my feet, her hands dipping down to my waist and holding me close. You stay on the couch, your hand hovering over your dick as you slowly rub over your jeans.

Her tongue slides against mine, slow and smooth. I feel like I’m being drawn closer… deeper into her.

“Both of you look so sexy together…”

Her eyes fix on mine as she slowly pulls apart the buttons of my shirt, guides it down my arms, and tosses it onto the floor. It’s warm in the house, but my nipples immediately start to harden from the anticipation.

She draws her fingers delicately down from my shoulders… to my waist.

“Can I taste you?”

“Yeah…”

She works quickly on the drawstring of my pants and helps me step out of them. My whole body feels light and heavy at the same time.

I look over at you and your cock, thick and hard in your hand. You’re stroking yourself as you watch us, but I know you can’t wait to join.

Emily’s hand glides up my thigh and brushes past my pussy as she grabs onto the waistband of my underwear.

She drags them down to my ankles and pushes her head just between my legs.

Her tongue swirls through my pussy, sliding up and down between my folds. She draws circles around my clit before finally focusing on it. Her fingers are cool as she grasps around my bare ass, holding me in place. I push my hands gently into her hair and look over at you.

“Oh… oh, god…”

You get up from the couch and press yourself up against my back. I can feel your cock behind me as you reach around and knead both of my breasts, your fingers twisting and pulling at my nipples.

Your mouth hovers over my neck and you kiss down my shoulders.

“Can I fuck you?”

“Oh, god, yes, please…”

I guide her up to her feet. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes full of desire.

“Is that good, baby?”

“Yeah—fuck, that’s good…”

Emily presses herself close up against me, her mouth kissing down my jaw and my neck as you fuck me slow. Her fingers play at my waist and dip down to my pussy. She slips two up against my clit, just barely applying pressure, hovering there.

“I’m going to make you feel good… okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, please…”

Her fingers move faster as she plays with my clit, swirling my wetness around… spreading it all over. We’re all three pressed together again, moving in time with each other. I grind back into your dick, pushing you further and further into me. My mind is getting hazy and it’s hard to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure surging through me…

“Oh, fuck, baby… fuck, you’re so wet. Is that good? That good for you?”

“Mmm, god, yeah—yeah—”

“Yeah, just like that. Ride my fingers… oh, you feel so good.”

A wave of confidence comes over me and I have a sudden urge to see her cum, to see what her face looks like when I do to her what she’s doing to me. I reach for her and push my fingers between her legs. She adjusts herself for me, and gives me a slight nod to go ahead. Her pussy is slick with wetness, almost as wet as mine.

I push my fingers over her clit and stroke her with soft little strokes, just like how I do to myself. I was so worried about being inexperienced, but now all I care about is making her feel good.

“Harder. oh, fuck, please…”

Your hand grips my waist tighter, your nails pressing into my skin. Fuck, you feel so good filling me up while she plays with me.

“I’m… I’m getting close—”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Oh, yeah—yeah—make me—make me cum—I’m close…”

“I want to hear what you sound like when you cum.”

I keep my fingers moving against her, gliding over her clit again and again. Her body starts to get stiff and her moans get higher-pitched.

“Baby, finish inside me.”

You both sit down on the couch on either side of me, all three of us panting and dazed. I lean against her and lay my head on her shoulder. Your hand rests on my thigh and I lay my hand on top of yours.

It feels good to just be quiet, like we don’t need to say anything about what just happened.

I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better experience.

“So, do you have any upcoming guest spots for your weekly date night? If so, I’d like to put my name forward.”

“Yeah, you’re at the top of the list.”