Energy Times Three--Completed

I always knew there was someone else. We weren’t committed and while I was crazy about him, I couldn’t stop him from seeing other people if I wanted to spend time with him. He told me about her early into our situationship and it didn’t really phase me because she didn’t live near by. And I expected to meet her earlier on in our intimacy as well, but that never happened either.

Until now.

We were in her city and the plan was to meet up at a bar for drinks. I was nervous as hell. This was a woman he loved and who he felt a serious connection with. I wanted the same with him.

He and I were sitting at a high round table towards the front of the dimly lit bar. We were early and already had Don Julio Cadillac margaritas in our hands with slightly lowered eyelids.  He knew I was anxious and was trying his hardest to keep my nerves at bay. I was wearing a simple black dress with high splits on both sides and showed enough braless cleavage to drop an M&M with ease. I had on thigh high black boots since there was a slight chill in the air as well. He was sexy in a grey knit sweater that fit his arms so well, I couldn’t stop gazing at him. He also wore dark blue jeans and brown leather polo boots. He looked good. We had been fucking all day intertwined with smoking and drinking and lying around naked and I still wanted more of him.

When she showed up, I immediately knew who she was without ever seeing a photo. She was a tint darker than caramel with dark brown hair that hung down to the center of her back, flat-ironed straight. The first detail I noticed were her lips. They were thick and beautiful and painted a glossy nude color. The second detail I noticed had me singing, Ginuwine’s song, “In those Jeans”, because her round double volleyball ass was perfectly cuffed in a pair of skin tight black faux leather leggings and a fitted black low cut sweater, that showed a thick and nicely curved shape. She was cute. And her smile was big which made it easy to smile back as she strolled over to us in her black suede stiletto booties.

He stood up and embraced her in a hug and she kissed his bearded cheek. She immediately followed by turning to me and gave me an unexpected hug as well, which seemed to calm my nerves tremendously.

“It is so nice to finally meet you,” I said as we broke away from our hug.

She sat down in the empty high chair next to me and smiled.

“It’s great to finally meet you as well,” she responded.

The three of us chatted for a little while on surface topics. I enjoyed her energy. She was lively and a little rough around the edges. When he finally got up to grab us another round of drinks at the backed up bar, there was no more uneasiness or discomfort between us.

I shared with her how I had been nervous to meet her. I told her how he praised her name and how he admired her and she let out a hearty laugh.

“That shit is crazy. I felt the same exact way about coming here tonight. I was going to cancel actually. And girl, please,” she paused. “He has said only good things about you as well and you reached that point way before I did. It took me forever!” She laughed as she seemed to reminisce for a split second.

“I don’t know about that. I waited a long time just to get him to sleep with me, let alone him tell another woman nice things about me,” I laughed. “Shit! I damn near had to rape him,” I said slightly tipsy. We laughed and talked about him and shared words for about thirty minutes before she became a little serious as she saw him getting ready to pay the bartender for our long awaited drinks. She stopped laughing and began to speak with a straight face as she reached out for my hand.

“I wanted to meet you and I’m so glad I did. That one over there is always talking about the women who want to be with him and who offer him the world and they’re all full of shit. They want him to take care of them.” She paused with confident conclusion and continued, “I like you. I can see it in your eyes when you look at him that you genuinely love him.”

Tears formed in the corner of my eyes and began to fall. I smiled back at her through wet cheeks.

“I do love him. Unfortunately, it may not do me any good,” I chuckled sadly, “but I love that man’s dirty draws, as I know you do too.” My second hand went over her hand resting on mine.

“He’s a good ass man.” We both glanced at him standing at the bar, head held high in his hard stance. “A pain in the ass at times but still, a good man. “ My eyes moved down to his ass. He had the best ass in the world on a man. “And he’s so damn sexy.” I bit my lips. My mind retraced back to a couple hours prior to us reaching the bar; nude bodies christening the hotel room with our steamy sex. I was starting to get that itch in between my legs and I could feel the moisture forming.

She was staring at me. When I noticed, I laughed nervously.

“What?” I asked, embarrassed and unsure of what I was about to hear next.

“I can feel your heat and your energy over him,” she said quietly as she closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, she looked as if she were in a daze. “That shit was powerful.”

Our hands were still resting on top of each other, fingers gently rubbing each other’s skin. We were quiet. Both lost in our own worlds, yet sharing worlds at the same time. A connection had been made.

We both turned our heads in his direction again as he yelled our names across the bar, showing us there was an open booth in the far back corner he had snatched up. We grabbed our purses and walked to him, each of us sliding into opposite sides of the booth with him in between.

We drank two more rounds before the alcohol took over and courage led the way. We were nicely drunk and my pussy had not stopped throbbing sitting next to him at all. My thighs were sticking together, no thanks to the juices that were trying to part them.

I reached across him, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest.

“Can you feel me now?” I asked her as I stared into her dark brown eyes. I slid both of our hands down his chest, past his belt buckle and paused at his zipper, which was gradually protruded by his growing dick. We both used our fingers to slowly massage his thickness.

She closed her eyes and continued to rub his crotch. “Yes, I can feel a few things right now.” He was hard as concrete and stiff as a redwood in his jeans.

I leaned further into him, crossing my legs, throwing one over his leg as I reached up to rub his hard chest underneath his sweater. His arms stretched out and around both of us, cupping our shoulders as we moved into a close-knit cuddle.

He was such a man of minimal words. He did not say a thing. His fingers gently rubbed the nape of our necks and down our backs. She had one hand on my upper thigh, sliding up the side split only to find my bare ass. My hand was deep in his open zipper, pulling his dick through his boxers slowly and discreetly. Both of them had their eyes closed while I dazed at them through glossy eyes. My hand palmed his dick, stroking it slowly as her hand slid between the crossing of my leg on his and touched my freshly waxed pussy.

The crowd in the bar was insane; Beyonce’s “Crazy in Love” blared from the speaker near us as the room danced along with the beat and heads bobbed at the tables. We were in the cut; unseen by most and probably admired by the few voyeurs but most were involved in their own debauchery so they paid us no attention. At that moment, in that space, we may has well have been the only ones on the planet because we were definitely in our own galaxy. 

We both let out a heavy sighed at the same time; my eyes closing, hers opening as her fingers met wetness. His hand slid down into the back of her leggings, squeezing her fat ass while I continued to stroke his dick. I so desperately wanted to put my mouth on it. My mouth was watering as I watched small drops of pre-cum form at the tip of his dick. I wiped the drops with my finger then stuck it in my mouth, tasting his sweet seed. 

It was becoming unbearable. The music was loud and the bar was packed. We needed to get out of here, but we were so deep in trance within our triad of pleasure, we didn’t want to move. His fingers had pushed pass her thong and was fingering her pussy as she was doing the same to me. He had given me his fingers to taste her juices and she had given him her fingers so he could taste mine. She was finger fucking me to the rhythm he was finger fucking her and we rode those fingers together to ecstasy.  

We leaned closer into him, our bodies melting into his, our faces not even centimeters apart against his chest. She reached out and cupped the back of my closely shaved head and kissed me. It was a slow, long-lasting, penetrating, energy shifting, passionate kiss. My body jolted when she traced my lips with her tongue and I bit and sucked on hers. As our lips stayed glued together, tongues dueling it out, tasting each other’s deepest secrets, his fingers found my pussy.  He was now double finger fucking us. 

My hand reached out to her breasts. I pulled one through her low-neck sweater and traced her large dark areola with my finger, her nipple hardening with quickness. I placed her nipple between my thumb and my index finger and gently rubbed as we kissed. My pussy grinded into his fingers. Her pussy grinded into his fingers. Her hand stroked his dick. My hand fondled her breast. Our tongues competed with each other in French. 

We were connected. The energy between the three of us was strong. It was intense. It was continuous and it was felt within each of us with each stroke, with each taste, with each touch.

When he whispered in a husky slurring voice, “I’m about to cum,” it sparked a movement in our newly formed triad. She pulled apart from my lips, grabbed a napkin from the table to collect his cum and continued to stroke him, speeding up the pace of her hand job. Her lips reconnected with mine as my hand now massaged the breast still hidden behind her lace bra. His fingers began to dig harder into us and I knew I was on the edge of orgasm. We stopped kissing, our foreheads touching as we both bent down staring at his dick as she rubbed his cock up and down.
I watched the veins along his penis bulge out as he grew in her hand and began to jump uncontrollably. I knew he was about to blast. I lowered my head, unconcerned about the possible outcome that could now occur. I had to taste him. I had to swallow his sperm. My mouth covered his dick and he flinched. He wasn’t expecting me to go that far inside the bar.
“Fuck!” His hand left from in between my legs and quickly moved to the top of my head. He let out a slow deep growl as he pushed my head down on to his dick and let go of his load deep into the back of my throat. I came immediately, his energy from his penis surging through my entire body. As I stroked him till every last drop left his body, she began to curse softly, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other on his chest as she rode her pussy hard on his fingers and he pounded back into her. She came, panting, bouncing on his hand as if an excited kid at Christmas. I raised my head from his drained dick and my lips went to hers, letting her taste him on my tongue. This intensified her orgasm. It lasted for almost a minute, her whole body trembling as she tongued me down and slowed her moving hips on top of his fingers.

Our heads stayed close together against his chest and we could hear his fast heartbeat turn into slow deep breathing as he feel off to Slumberland. We looked at each other and laughed.

“I see some things never change,” she said as she snickered softly next to my face.

As we sat there, our threesome of drained bodies resting on top of each other, the energy continued to spark and seep through us reminding us of the passionate link we had just created.

“Never,” I giggled. We kissed again. Softly. Tenderly. Beautifully.