Meeting your new girlfriend

It’s been a few months since I’ve seen you. Our break up was amicable and the friendship remains. So we text and call occasionally to see how each other are doing, which is exactly how you invited me to this dinner to meet your new girlfriend. I’m excitedly getting ready to see you both. You told me so much about her I can only imagine just how lovely she is.
Deciding what to wear to a dinner to meet your ex-boyfriend‘s new girlfriend is entirely different to getting ready for a date. The excitement is there, but the outfit must be carefully considered. Too sexy, and it will seem like I’m trying to hard, not sexy enough, and I won’t have the confidence I need to be present at what might usually be considered an unorthodox dinner invitation.
I settle on a dress I know you like. It’s familiar and comfortable but has many fun memories attached to it.

Not being able to calm my nerves. I leave the house early and reach the restaurant before you both arrive.
Requesting some water for the table and making small talk with the waiter, I noticed the two of you walk in.
She is gorgeous just as I imagined her, slim, blonde and elegant.
I stand to greet you bother, you and I going for a friendly kiss on the cheek. While your new girlfriend, Abby embraces me.
I am giddy with excitement, I can’t take my eyes off her. You order a bottle of wine for the table, and we begin to ask all of the get to know you questions.

Dinner is passing quickly, and every now and again, I throw you an approving glance.
Abby asks what my plans are for the rest of the evening. I say that I planned to go home, she asks if the two of you can come too.
I am unclear if this is a proposition or just a request to continue what has already been a fun evening of laughter and drinks.
I say, “only if all parties are willing” looking to you. You seem surprised by the suggestion, but enthusiastically nod, clearly not sure exactly what to say.
“Perfect!” Abby says.
We gather things and head outside to catch a taxi back to my house. Abby is holding my hand.
In the taxi, she sits in between the two of us. She places her hand on my thigh and asks if that’s okay. Her touch feels like a bolt of electricity running through me. I notice that she has her other hand placed on your thigh.

We arrive back at my house and I invite you both in. Abby has removed her shoes and draped herself on my couch. You are strolling around the living room, noting all of the changes that have happened to the room since you last saw it six months ago.
I go to the kitchen to fetch glasses and a bottle of scotch. I come back to find the two of you standing in the middle of my living room, kissing, giggling and whispering to each other.
The sight arouses me, I wonder if I should continue to stand there and watch for awhile as neither of you have noticed I’ve walked back in the room. I pause for a moment and then place the glasses and bottle on the coffee table.
I ask what are the whispering was about, jokingly saying, I hope you’re not keeping any secrets from me. You look at me flustered and say “Abby has some ideas for the evening. “
What kind of ideas I wonder. Abby chips up and says, “ David has fucked you and I’ve fucked David but what I really want to see is all of us fucking together”
I pour myself a drink and take a sip, not quite knowing what to say in response. I absolutely want to spend the night with you and Abby, but I struggle to get the words out with so many sensations and thoughts rushing through me. I blurt out a hurried and very enthusiastic yes.

And with that, Abby slips the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and let’s her dress slide down her body and hit the floor.
She returns to kissing you once more and gestures for me to join the two of you.
We entangle ourselves and take turns, kissing one another interchanging mouths and tongues.
Abby and I fall together onto my lounge, continuing to kiss and caress one another. I am removing what remains of her clothing, and she removes mine until we are both naked on my lounge with you watching the two of us.

Sitting on the chair opposite the lounge, you sit down with your drink, watching silently as we tangle ourselves together, touching and exploring each other’s bodies, sliding tongues and fingers in and around each other’s most sensitive parts, both of us slick with wetness, needing and ready.
Abby has my pussy in her mouth. She is sucking on my clit and diving her fingers into me, pulsating them on my g-spot.
I’m looking at you watching us, direct eye contact as I feel my orgasm rushing over me, my face flush and hot.

You rise from your chair and walk over to us. Standing, drink in hand.
Abby undoes your belt, god I love that sound.
She frees your cock from your trousers and takes you in her mouth. I join her and here we are our mouth on each side of your cock, sliding up and down, caressing your balls with our fingertips, waiting and encouraging your release. You insist on holding out on us, watching us work harder and harder, trying to make you give in. Eventually, you relent throwing your head back and cumming hard as we both fight to take in every last drop.
Abby and I kiss, exchanging your cum in our mouths as you stand there trying to recoup.

I lead the three of us to my bedroom, where Abby and I continue to pleasure, one another. The night is punctuated with cries of pleasure from each of us, taking turns to enjoy one another until the morning.