This is about our first experience sharing me. It predated our very settled life of work, children, and taking care of parents.
About four years after we graduated from university, Jason, Alan’s roommate before we married, stopped by for a visit on his way back from a conference. We had pretty much not seen any of our college group since graduation. Most moved away and into their own lives. Alan had completed law school and was a working attorney and I was a second-grade teacher in the public school system
Alan and Jason had kept in touch a bit even though Jason had moved several states away for a job. We had not seen him in the interval. He had had a brief marriage, quickly ending in a divorce, but still friends thing.
Alan got an email that Jason was coming back from a conference and would be routed through our airport. It was only a layover of a couple of hours, but Alan suggested that he stay over with us and leave the next day for home. He could break up his trip and we could catch up a bit.
If you have read my first story, you know that I had dated Jason, before Alan, and had enjoyed giving him head several times. It seems that he would report to Alan after each date with a progress report!!!!
Jason and I had never been anything more than friends with limited benefits, so when he started dating one of my suitemates and I started seeing Alan on a very regular basis it was fine with both of us.
Alan quickly became more than a friend and we enjoyed full benefits. I knew Jason would enjoy full benefits from my suitemate. She was just a bit more liberated than I was at the time.
Alan has told me that when he suggested to Jason that he wanted to date me, Jason had told him that he hoped Alan had better luck with me than he had had. He did.
I think both Alan and I had, in the back of our minds, thought that Jason’s visit might turn into more than just dinner and somewhere to sleep. We had a pretty great fantasy sex life at the time and after Jason’s email, Alan kept bringing up how turned on he was when Jason told him about the blowjobs I had given Jason. We named one of our dildos Jason, and our sex usually became threesomes with Jason, the dildo included.
Jason (the human one) did not arrive for several weeks, so we developed the fantasy pretty thoroughly and we both just came to the understanding that we would pretty much let our reunion take its own direction. It might include me fucking Jason for the first time. Honestly, I thought I would probably suck Jason again. This time with Alan watching. I had not been fucked by anyone other than Alan since the high school unpleasantness mentioned in the first story.
Alan and I had a great session the night before Jason was to arrive, we were both very primed for our first threesome. We had not mentioned our aspirations to Jason at all. We had no idea what he might have had in mind for our reunion, except that he told Alan that he had made a reservation for dinner at a very nice restaurant on the way from the airport to our house!
Alan got home a bit late the day we were to pick up Jason and I was already in the shower, he jumped in and he was already hard. I had been playing a bit since I got home, so I was in the mood for a quickie before we left for the airport. I leaned over and held the grab rail. Alan slipped into me with no trouble. In about five strokes he pulled out and shot a huge load on my back. He kissed my neck and said that he wanted me to be nice and fresh for whatever happened later in the evening. That was my first real impression that he thought Jason might fuck me. From that moment it became impossible for me to concentrate. I was glad Alan would drive to the airport! I was getting really nervous.
I was in my undies when Alan got out of the bath and started dressing. I had thought about no undies at all but knew that we would be at least three hours before getting back home, including the airport and dinner. I wore a pair of sensible bikini briefs with a “light days” liner. When I am horny like I was then, I tend to lubricate a lot. Over that, I wore a fashionably short skirt. My legs were nicely tanned and very smoothly shaven, as was everywhere else save a small triage showing the way, above my vulva. It was really too warm for any sort of jacket to cover me in the bright lights of the airport, so I opted for a maroon, silk, button-front blouse that had some texture in it. A very light, but slightly visible bra was underneath. I have very obvious nipples, so the high beams were not obscured, but rather dimmed.
Since we actually enjoyed the hustle and bustle of our international airport terminal, we decided to get there a little early and wait for Jason in the terminal. We parked in the short-term lot and walked the short distance to the terminal. Inside, we checked Jason’s flight and it was only fifteen minutes late, meaning we still had an hour to see and be seen. There were a lot of younger business types traveling, and we both enjoyed the looks I got.
After Jason’s flight landed, it took about twenty minutes for the passengers to deplane, and then, I saw Jason – same guy alright, just about fifteen pounds more of him! Still not bad. He was very trim the last time I had seen him. Alan had gone for the car when the flight was announced to be on the ground. Jason and I hugged somewhat reservedly as we met. His single piece of stowed baggage was among the first on the carousel, so we were off quickly. Alan was just pulling up to the terminal when we got outside. Jason opened the rear door and threw in his bag and briefcase, and hopped in. Well, that filled the back seat. I got in the front. It was probably just as well since it was almost time for our dinner reservation.
By the time we arrived at the restaurant, it had become obvious that Jason had no idea that he had been the object of sexual fantasy for Alan and me. Alan parked the car near the entrance and we put Jason’s bags in the trunk. As we walked to the door, Jason and Alan were in front of me chatting, and I felt like a third wheel. Not at all what I expected! I was almost embarrassed by what my thoughts had been shortly before.
The restaurant was a pleasant change from the airport terminal. There was a pianist playing very softly in the main room and we were seated in a back booth. The lights were low enough that the table candles provided most of the illumination for the booth. Even though the room was quite large, it had a feeling of intimacy.
When the waiter came he asked for drink orders, Jason nodded toward me. I decided on a rum concoction that the waiter suggested. Alan ordered water with lemon. He did not, and does not drink and drive. He has explained many times how damaging it would be for an, at the time, up-and-coming attorney to get a DWI. Jason ordered his new favorite, single malt scotch, neat.
After the drinks were ordered, I excused myself to the lady's room. While my ardor had been substantially reduced, I still had hope. I did my business and perhaps lingered a bit longer on my clitoris than necessary. Then I thought, what the hell. It is pretty dark at the table. Neither I, nor Alan was likely to be recognized, and none of our social circle was likely to be at this restaurant. I took off my blouse and bra, put the bra in my bag, and the blouse back on, and tucked it in a bit more tightly.
Exiting the stall, I washed my hands and, for a moment before leaving, I admired my nipples in their slightly elevated state of arousal.
Back at the table, the drinks had arrived. Jason was half through his. I started sipping mine as we caught up a bit and surveyed the menu. The guys had ordered an appetizer selection. It arrived shortly after Jason and I finished our drinks. Jason ordered another round for us both. We both nursed our second round through our menu selection. I had not finished half of my second round by then. Jason was ready for a third scotch. I started thinking he was going to get drunk and go straight to bed when we got home. Then I noticed that while most of the conversation was between Jason and Alan, most of the eye contact was between Jason and my breasts. It was also nice that the waiter was very attentive to our table. I have always loved having nice breasts!
Dinner continued in a very nice, civilized manner in pretty much the same mode. I loved it. Jason had visited the restroom near the end and had apparently taken care of the bill. He motioned to the waiter and shortly thereafter, the receipt arrived. While Jason was away from the table, Alan suggested that it might be nice if I rode home in the back seat with Jason. So, my husband was still hopeful.
With the bill handled, Alan excused himself and left me alone with Jason. Who, thankfully, was not drunk, but he was rather under the influence of something. He was openly looking at my nipples. I lightly brushed one with my fingertips and asked, “You still like these, don’t you?”. He actually blushed. Alan rescued him by returning.
Back at the car, we were getting back on script. Alan and Jason were on the driver's side of the car and Alan unlocked the doors. Jason slid into the back on that side and I entered from the right. Jason had gained a few pounds since college, but no more smoothness of manner. It was an awkward moment. He did not expect me to join him in the back.
Alan enjoyed his old friend's awkwardness for a bit, then glancing in the mirror said, “Jason, do you remember giving the blow-by-blow details of when you and Cynthia dated?” (Yes, he meant the pun.) Again, Jason was speechless. He just nodded and then said, “oh, I do”. Alan replied, “happily, I hope.” Another nod and then silence. Then, I moved my hand to Jason’s crotch. He was not quite hard, but he was getting there. Alan glanced back again and said that he thought it was a good night to take the secondary roads home. At the next exit, he pulled off the interstate.
I gave Jason a couple of strokes and then went to work liberating his cock and balls. I could not see them clearly, but they were pretty much as I remembered. Jason’s cock was only about five inches but it was notable for the girth, not the length. He had a remarkable mushroom head even with such a thick shaft. His balls were pulled up tight when I released them from his pants. Perfect…. I unbuttoned my blouse and squeezed my nipples in the dimness of the back seat. Then I leaned over and took the head of Jason’s cock in my mouth.
It really brought back very specific memories. The taste of his pre-cum, the large amount of it, and how my lips fit over the head and around its rim took me back in time. The head filled my mouth. I held him in my mouth and stroked the short shaft as I pulled his balls. Then, suddenly, as I remembered so well, the violent spasms and a huge load of cum filling my mouth almost without warning. I held him in my mouth till I felt him start to soften. Most of his cum went down my throat, but I held a bit in my mouth and felt and tasted it for a moment. Then, I did something Jason had apparently not encountered before. I kissed him with the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth. Then he shocked me, he grabbed my head and nearly sucked my tongue out.
When Alan announced that we were near our neighborhood, Jason gave himself one more squeeze and tucked everything back in, and zipped up. I think we had all enjoyed the ride home.
Alan pulled into the garage, turned off the car, and closed the garage door. We all got out in the light of the garage. Both guys’ focus was on me. I had not re-buttoned my blouse and my breasts were happily swaying as I walked around the car. Did I mention that I love having nice breasts?
Inside, we pointed out the closest bathroom to Jason. Alan and I went to the ones we normally used upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Alan turned to me and leaned down. He gave me one of his best kisses as he fondled a nude breast. The night was young. We went to our respective bathrooms. I took the opportunity to clean myself thoroughly, and to grab a few strokes with a dildo I keep in a special place there. My gosh, I was wet. The light-days pad had been a great addition. I removed my panties and the pad and put on a fresh pair of panties.
When we regrouped, Alan suggested we go down to the recreation room on the lower level. We had a bar with a nice selection of spirits, wine, and beer there. Also, a pool table and two sectional sofas facing a big TV. A half-bath finishes off the space.