Almost a threesome

After weeks of planning and talking about it we were finally on our way. Just placing the advert on the swinging website had taken long enough to get round to. Then we had to pluck up the nerve to actually contact a few blokes, and finally after a weeding out process involving telephones calls and some webcam chats were going to be meeting Pete in about 20 minutes time.

He lived in the next town from ours, so was local enough to be convenient without the risk of bumping into him in Tesco every Saturday. He was project managing the renovation of a huge old property in a quiet area on the edge of town, so we agreed that it would be a good idea to meet up there, have a chat and confirm that we all still wanted to go ahead as planned.

When we got there we saw that huge was an understatement – it definitely qualified as a mansion! After a couple of deep breaths we got out the car and rang the doorbell. Pete answered, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and chinos. He smiled at both of us, shook my hand and gave Carol a peck on the cheek. I couldn’t help smiling, it all seemed so formal and polite.

We all sat in comfy chairs in the entrance hallway, looking up at the magnificent marble staircase that looked like it had comes straight out of the movies. It didn’t take long to establish that we were all still excited at the prospect of the fun we had planned and that Pete was happy with our terms and boundaries.

Basically he was allowed to watch from as near or far as he wished, and it was entirely up to him whether he was dressed or naked. We also left our camera on the side so he could take pics if he felt like it. Once this had all been confirmed we sat there for a moment or two, not really sure what was going to happen next. I decided I may as well make the first move, so I stood up and pulled Carol to her feet. Taking her face gently in my hands I started to kiss her lips gently. She responded to my kisses as she always did, and as they became more urgent and our tongues met she put her arms round my shoulders, pulling me tight against her.

The passion and fervour between us made me forget for a while that we actually had an audience. It was only the sound of Pete’s chair moving that reminded me. I glanced across to see him smiling broadly and leaning back in his chair watching us, camera in hand. I looked back at Carol, staring deeply into her eyes, making sure that she was still OK with this. The excited sparkle that I saw there told me that she was.

She was only wearing a short clingy dress and as we resumed our kissing I started to ease it up over the curve of her buttocks, revealing her stocking tops and lacy g-string as I did so. Cupping her cheeks in my hands I pulled her hard against me, feeling the bulge of my cock pressing on her belly I then resumed helping her dress on its upward journey, finally pulling it off over her head, leaving her in just sexy black lingerie, stockings and suspenders. Pete was now up on his feet, circling us and snapping away on the camera.

It was now Carol’s turn to start undressing me, and she undid the buttons on my shirt, before running her fingers across my chest, easing the shirt off past my shoulders as she did so. Letting it fall to the ground she began to run her fingers up and down my back, pressing the bare flesh of her body against mine. I reached round to undo her bra but she stopped me with a smile and instead she reached down and started to undo my belt. It was only a moment before I felt her fingers working their way inside my boxers and starting to wrap themselves around my shaft.

The flash of the camera at regular intervals meant there was now no chance of forgetting that we had an audience, and I had to admit that the scenario was turning me on even more than I had imagined. I looked around briefly to see that Pete was undoing his chinos as he watched us.

Meantime Carol had my boxers round my thighs and was rubbing her hand up and down my erection, while the other played with my balls. With a wicked smile she then started to kiss her way down my abs, working very slowly down and kissing me everywhere except for my cock and balls as she pulled my jeans and boxers off (and for good measure removed my shoes and socks). I was now naked and she left me standing there as she took a couple of steps back and reached round to undo her bra herself.

Looking directly into my eyes she ran her hands over her breasts, teasing the nipples into even greater hardness. She then ran her fingers down over her abs and inside her g-string, closing her eyes momentarily as her fingers made contact with her clit. Clearly she wasn’t in the mood to be totally self indulgent, because she only stoked herself briefly before easing her panties down over her firm thighs. Very slowly and deliberately she undid the clasps of her suspender belt one at a time. I had mixed thoughts about this, because I loved to see her in stockings, but if she wanted to be totally naked, who was I to complain?

Soon she was sliding her stockings down over her legs until we were both completely naked. Pete was well on the way, and only had his t-shirt left on. He had given up on taking photos for now and was slowly wanking as he watched Carol’s striptease. I was surprised to find that I was actually enjoying watching him play with himself.

These thoughts were quickly driven from my head as Carol moved back towards me, and crouched down to take the tip of my cock in her mouth. Holding onto the base of the shaft she began to move her head back and forwards, taking more and more of me inside. Pete was now sitting on the staircase watching us and still playing with himself.

Carol stood up and kissed me again. I could taste my pre-cum on her lips as we kissed. It was clear that all of the action was going to take place in the grand hallway and I looked around for a likely spot to take things to the next stage. Taking Carol by the hand I led her over to the stairway, so she could bend over and support herself on the higher steps as I slid into her from behind. I positioned her so that she was actually between Pete’s legs with his cock directly in front of her and only inches away. She was really wet and I had no problem entering her. Once inside I started to rock my hips slowly back and forwards, feeling for her reactions and trying to match them.

Pete’s hand was starting to mover faster now, and I could also feel Carol’s climax starting to build as she enjoyed the dual sensations of me inside her and the sight of Pete pleasuring himself directly in front of her face. As I kept up with her movements I felt a strange mixture of uncertainty and excitement, as I wondered whether she would be tempted to move her head forward the few inches it would need for her to be able to take Pete in her mouth.

If she was tempted, she resisted, although this didn’t stop her from getting her face covered in Pete’s cum as without warning he started to spurt. For a moment I wasn’t sure whether he was ever going to stop. Then just as the last drops of cum eased from the end of his cock Carol started to orgasm, her pussy walls clamping tight around me, and in turn forcing me to lose all semblance of self control. I grabbed her hips as I thrust deep inside her, filling her with my own cum.

We both kept shuddering for a good while after our orgasms had subsided, but eventually I slipped out of her. Getting shakily to her feet she turned to kiss me. I could taste Pete’s cum on her lips and feel it wet against my cheek. It felt wrong but I couldn’t deny the frisson of excitement that it caused at the same time.

Smiling, Pete invited us to try out the newly appointed master bathroom with its double shower. As we washed each other down and hugged under the running water we had to agree that things had gone even better than we had imagined. And there would definitely be a next time.