I met Mike, and then Laura, on Lush. We been part of a shared group for a while, exchanged the odd comment, and through the questions we both posed and the answer give, we were sort of getting to know each other. Well, as much as you can in an anonymous online space.

I had checked out their profiles from time to time. They linked to each other, noting that they were a long term couples, listed themselves as straight; they didn’t have any selfies but did exhibit a good variety of media which certainly strayed past the straight vanilla categories.

One day, Laura had posed a question about threesomes and moresomes, asking about people’s interests and experiences of that. The group is pretty wide, and there was a mix of replies and banter, flirting, and wishlisting. Some people had done a lot and still did, others had dabbled and hadn’t liked it, and so on.

I’d posted that the idea was a recent addition to my fantasies, and one of Laura’s responses was a wink, below which Mike had invited me over ‘lol’. I liked his comment – which did trigger a small charge, I have to admit – and moved on. I was then online a few weeks later when a message appeared, from Laura, asking if I wanted to meet up with her and Mike for ‘some fun’.

I initially shat myself (metaphorically), but as I mulled it over, I began to entertain the idea. I’d never done anything like this before, and had been starved of any kind of contact. Since being on Lush my ideas about what might be fun had expanded exponentially, and I felt less social stigma knowing that there were thousands of people out there who did all sorts and loved them. I girded my loins and agreed to meet.

Three days later, I was parked outside their house in a red-brick, terraced street, feeling a little sick, my head swimming, while my heart pumped so hard I could sense it in my ears. What the hell was I doing here? Fantasies are one thing, but potentially getting naked with two (almost) strangers, one of whom was a guy?

Laura had mentioned that of course everything was optional, and I could bail at any time, but even so I knew that this was stepping into unknown and exciting/scary (they’re often the same thing, right?) places. I was shaking a little as I took a deep breath, got out of the car and locked it, and stepped across the kerb to their front door. I was about to knock when the door opened.

It was Mike. He was a little shorter than me, with a shaved head, wearing a slightly open and untucked shirt (showing some chest hair), jeans, and a warm smile below twinkling blue eyes as he reached out his hand to take mine in a firm and dry, not dominating, hand shake

“Hello mate, come on in. Laura’s making tea,” he said, leading me down the hall towards the back of the house. 

We came through a door into what was evidently their extended everyday living space. One L-shaped leather, no TV, a currently active log burner against one wall, and opening out into a traditional but not dated kitchen-diner. The burner was doing well, it was warm and comfortable.

Laura had her back to me as I walked in, and I caught the view of dyed blonde hair, a tight white top, and a short skirt – and long, bare legs – before she turned. Another pair of blue eyes, and an open, friendly face. I tried not to look, but out of the bottom of my vision I saw her top was low cut in a V, exposing a hint of cleavage, before she closed the distance between us, stepping forward give me a hug,

“We weren’t sure if you were coming. It can be quite daunting, meeting people like this. I remember,” she smiled, asking, “milk, sugar?” 

“Milk-yes, sugar-no, thanks, Laura. I wasn’t sure, either, I nearly bottled it before I left, about half way here, and then again outside, I have to say,” I replied, laughing slightly nervously.

“It’s all good, mate. We know you’re a decent person, and this is whatever you want it to be, no more and no less. It could go nowhere, or it might go somewhere. Now you’re here, and I’ve seen you, I hope it’s the latter!” added Mike.

This set my heart racing again, but somehow broke the ice. I took the tea from Laura, with thanks, and nursed it for a while – I can never drink it right out of the kettle – leaning against the counter while we made small talk.

As the cups slowly emptied and the atmosphere defrosted a little more, Laura put her cup on the counter and leant towards Mike, kissing him with an open mouth. Mike mirrored her move and I could see them toying with each others’ tongues, while his hand reached round to slide over her butt, cupping one cheek.

Laura passed a hand over Mike’s chest, over his shirt, straying over his belt line and rubbing his crotch, playfully, but with real intent. Mike’s hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing the side of her bum cheek to me.

I was enjoying the view, as was my libido. My nerves were replaced by a tingling on the back of my neck, and I licked my lips as I placed my mug behind me as I watched them and adjusted myself in my trousers. Laura turned her back to me and took a step backwards, pressing her bum hard against my groin, which inadvertently (or intentionally) also put Mike’s wandering hand against my cock.

Something had changed – probably me – and I leant forwards, pushing my hips hard against her arse (and his hand) and ran my lips up her neck, feeling the fine hairs on her skin against my face as I breathed her in. A light perfume but also arousal: maybe they’d started before I got here, but either way it was unmistakeable. Mike’s proximity obviously meant that I could smell him, too, mostly soap but also something else subtle.

“Turn around, love, let me see you kiss him,” Mike whispered, and Laura obliged, turning in the tight space between us and kissing me gently at first, then more…Frenchly.

I’d not been kissed like this in a while, in a way that made me feel seen, physically wanted, and I groaned as I opened my mouth and surrendered even more to the moment. As Laura put her elbows on my shoulders to hold me there for the kiss, I cupped her arse with both hands, but while I’d been expecting to feel the fabric of her skirt, Mike had lifted it up and I unexpectedly found myself holding her naked buttocks.

She moaned a little, kissed me harder while grinding against me, while Mike started to feel her tits. Our close proximity meant that I could feel the tops of his hands against my chest, and on my hands I could feel his thighs, and occasionally his hardening cock, and balls. This was new…but less alien than I’d imagined. Another bridge crossed, I thought fleetingly as I relished the taste and sensations of a mouth on, and a tongue in, mine, and the proximity of a person (in this case, people!) in shared sexual desire. I’d missed this.

Laura took one of my hands and pressed it against her pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and I could feel that she already wet. They’d definitely started before I got here, her labia were slippery. I teased a finger into the crack, finding her clit and gently rubbing the tip, making her squirm a little.

“God yes, mmm. Let’s move to the sofa, loves,” she murmured, disengaging from our kisses.  We crossed the room and sat down with Laura was in the middle, and Mike and I were on each side. Laura lifted hitched up her skirt and opened her legs so one leg was draped over each knee nearest her, exposing her trimmed pussy to the open air.

“Come on boys, fair’s fair, cocks out”, she laughed, resting a hand on each of our groins.

Another forward step – of how many? I undid my belt and buttons, and lifted my hips, pulling my underwear and trousers down in one motion, freeing my now straining erection, and leaving my half discarded clothes around my ankles as Mike did the same.

I glanced over at his package as he looked at mine – he was bigger than me by an inch, circumcised, and thicker. His pubes were trimmed short (as were mine), and I could see from his legs that he was hairier than me, too.

“That’s better,” purred Laura, as she took us both in hand, gripping my erection tightly and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s all have a stroke, shall we?” she added.

We sat there for a few minutes, touching ourselves. Laura’s legs were wide open, resting on ours, and she reached between her legs with one hand, rubbing her palm over the whole of her pussy. Mike was stroking himself gently, massaging what were impressively big balls, looking across at me doing the same, while Laura did her thing. The whole scene was incredibly arousing, I was bolt hard and my skin and senses were singing.

Laura used her free hand to pull up her top, freeing her small tits and exposing her slightly dark, but evidently hard, nipples. “Suck on me, boys,” she ordered.

I wasn’t going to say no, and evidently Mike wasn’t either, so we each took a nipple in our mouths and set to work. I sucked firmly, then bit gently, which made Laura whimper and moan, whispering, “yes…yes, do that”, so I continued as she also mainained her self-ministrations down below.

Her moans were getting louder, and she started gasping.

“Lads, do me a favour, I’m close…kiss, please, it’ll tip me over the edge,”  she gasped.

“It’s true, she loves it,” grinned Mike, disengaging from the nipple and looking me in the eye. “How about it?”

I looked at him, he was so confident and comfortable in this, he’d done it before, and his full lips were wet from his nipple kissing. I sat up and leaned over, a move that Mike matched. We moved forwards, keeping eye contact, and as we got close, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, just as Mike’s lips met mine.

His lips and mouth were harder than a woman’s but not as hard as I’d thought, and it took a millisecond for me to adjust, and I opened my mouth, searching for his tongue. His met mine, and I felt another surge of arousal. Another barrier down.

At this point Laura gasped deeply, held her breath, and threw her head back, evidently cumming hard. “Fuckkk…nnnngh” she cried out.

We were still kissing, and I saw no reason to stop, so I didn’t, until Laura prised us apart and kissed us each in turn. “Wow, that was magic, she sighed. Let’s things move up a notch”

Up a notch? How far would this go? How far could I go?

I was about to find out.