This series is set in a possible future for Abby and Vince, characters from my Orange and Red stories posted here. I’m looking for suggestions as part of any comments and I may use some suggestions in the chapters that follow. That means readers have the opportunity to suggest how this evening will or could turn out.

Abby woke with her head next to his, an arm over his chest, and a leg between his legs. Vince was still sleeping and a slight smell of sex lingered in the bed.

What a birthday you gave me last night, she thought. One month short of a year as a couple, Abby had learned that Vince was a wonderful, caring, and surprising man. What you’ve learned and we’ve experienced in that time, she mused, makes me so proud… and yet I’m still apprehensive about tonight.

Abby slowly shook her head as she watched Vince’s chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. She smiled. It was only a couple of months ago that he’d agreed to having two threesomes and tonight would be the first. Brock would be the extra person but Abby wanted Vince to be sure about taking the step. Despite their talks, Abby felt some of Vince’s fears about his first time were overblown and she needed to quell them. But she also wanted to know why he chose two guys and not two girls for their first sharing.

She kissed a cheek and then his lips until Vince sleepily responded, enfolding her in his arms and rolling her onto her back.

“Didn’t get enough last night,” said Abby.

“Is that a statement or a question?” Vince brushed a lock of hair off her forehead.

“Both,” she said, “but I really want to talk about tonight and threesomes in general. I’ve asked many times before, but why did you agree to do this?”

“I love you,” said Vince, staring into her eyes, “and I’m being honest with you. When you asked me if I’d ever had a fantasy of having two girls, I said ‘Yeah.’ Then came all the questions about it and the idea of having a second guy with us. It’s only fair I agree to both. I shouldn’t be selfish.”

“Of all the words to describe you, selfish isn’t on the list,” said Abby. “I’ve had two guys before… three times, in fact, and I don’t really need a fourth. We can cancel and Brock won’t be insulted.”

“Brock would think I was a chicken. Anyway, I have my reasons for starting with two guys. To my mind, if I screw it up with two guys, it won’t be so bad. Brock knows it’s my first threesome and he’ll understand and respect that I’m giving it a try. But, if I messed up with two girls… well, you or her, maybe both of you, would be laughing at me.”

“Why would we girls laugh and not Brock?”

“It’s a guy thing, like when we cringe when a guy gets hit in his balls. We know what it’s like and we have sympathy or empathy, whatever. But, with two beautiful ladies naked in bed with me, if I don’t get it up or lose it halfway through, they’d laugh and tell their friends.”

Abby shook her head. “Nobody will laugh at you, neither tonight or any other night. The second girl will know it’s your first time with two girls and she’ll respect that, trust me.”

Vince raised a hand to caress Abby’s cheek.

“Look, Brock and I know your concerns,” she said, kissing his fingers. “You won’t be doing anything with him. I’m in charge and there’s a safe word. He does understand, Vince, so you just need to relax as best you can. This evening should be enjoyable for all three of us.”

“Am I that nervous?”

“Like a cat on a hot tin roof.” Abby chuckled. “I love you, Vincent Amalfi and I want you to enjoy tonight. We’ll get to the room early and have dinner, then meet Brock at the Olympia Club. I’ll let you in on a secret… Brock has his own concerns about tonight.”

“Yeah, right. So, tall, dark, sexy and suave is nervous.”

“He’s worried that Lesha might be the second girl in our threesome.”

“Really? Then, why is he letting her be one of the three we’re picking from? Sounds like he’s jealous over Lesha, not bothered about tonight.”

“If he has a threesome, then Lesha can have one. Does that sound familiar?” asked Abby. “You must know that he’s our second guy because Lesha said it was okay. But she wants to be considered for your first time with two girls. Brock and I saw how you and Lesha were dancing during our three meet-ups. You were quite a romantic couple during the slow dances. Brock saw her eyes undressing you. He saw you two kissing — and not like cousins or young teenagers. Yes, he’s a tad jealous.”

“He’s six foot three, about two-hundred and fifteen pounds and… I’m sorry, but she kissed me first. Lesha is a good dancer and a nice looking lady with a good personality. Don’t forget, I also saw how the ladies were looking at him… and you.”

Abby put a finger on Vince’s chin, turning his head to look at her. “Vince, stop comparing yourself to Brock. Do you believe I love you?”

“Of course I do.”

“I told you it was okay for you two to kiss and I’d say Lesha was pretty good. I know she was enjoying your kisses. You know Brock and I kissed and that Brock, I and Ted had a threesome in the past. Lesha told me Brock is nervous about tonight. He feels that the pressure is on him. Brock knows you and I love each other. In his mind, he has to perform very well to compensate. Sometimes, the big black cock cuts both ways.”

Vince’s eyes widened.

“I’ve told him a few stories about well how you perform. Nothing too specific, though I did tell about our first and second nights.”

“You’ve told Brock stories about me? Why?”

“Some… and I told Lesha.”

“Oh crap. Now I’ve got to hit it out of the park tonight.”

“You’re being an idiot right now. From what I remember, Brock and you are the same size. Many black men rely on and play to that myth-conception and that means Brock has expectations about his performance. As for Lesha’s reaction, which was in front of Brock, when another girl thinks my man is attractive, desirable, and sexy, I’m happy and proud. So, I might have told a few juicy stories, but there was a reason.”

“What was the reason?”

“You are rather nicely endowed, a good caring lover, and worthy of a few stories.”

“I’m sorry, Abby, I’m scared of messing up and ruining everyone’s fun. What if I say the wrong thing because I’m turned on or…”

Abby’s lips stopped Vince completing the question.

After breaking the kiss, she said, “If you weren’t scared about tonight and the next one, I’d worry. I know you mean what you say. I also know that you love me and I love you.” She put a hand on Vince’s chest. “One night is in the future. Tonight is for Brock, you, and me to enjoy. I had identical feelings for my first two threesomes. I was a nervous wreck for my first. You’re doing better than I did.”

That said, Abby knew she’d have to stop Brock from being too expressive. He’d said he would — but what he thinks is okay, Vince might not agree.

Abby grabbed two ties from last night’s fantasy. “How about part two?”

Vince reached for a tie but Abby shook her head.

“I thought that me tying you up was a fantasy?” said Vince.

“It was — and still is. And for your first time doing that, you weren’t bad. This is the other part of my fantasy, tying you up.”

Abby bound his hands together then lashed them to the headboard. She lightly kissed his lips and blew in his ear. “I’ve got to pee, you wait here.”

She walked to the bathroom, Vince enjoying the view of her swaying sexy ass and shapely legs. The door closed and shortly came the sound of water on water, followed by a flush then silence for several minutes. Abby eventually emerged from the bathroom wearing Vince’s shirt, unbuttoned, her tits bouncing as she sashayed to the bed. She held two more ties and used them to secure Vince’s legs to the bottom bedposts.

“Now, that’s what I like, a captive audience. Let’s see how much you like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever you do.”

“So sure of my efforts are you?”

“If I was as good as your reactions suggested when I did this with you, I can just imagine how good you’ll be.”

“Maybe I was faking those reactions? You know, positive reinforcement is better than negative, right professor?”

A quizzical look crossed Vince’s features… faking it?

“Yes,” he said, “positive is always better than negative.”

“Glad we agree.”

oOo

Vince

Abby climbed onto the bed and sat next to me. Her eyes roamed over my body like a bar code scanner. She smiled as my dick grew, kissed my lips and finger-walked up my growing erection to my stomach.

“Decisions, decisions.” She rimmed the head of my cock with a finger, then sat on my chest. “You are right, you did a very pleasing job. Now to see how you enjoy my more experienced efforts.”

“About a year ago,” I said, “I enjoyed those more experienced efforts more than anything I’ve had before or since.”

Abby smiled, clearly remembering our first date and me sharing my virginity with her.

“Well said, dear.”

Abby moved until her pussy was above my face, her hands on the wall for support. She’d cleaned up from last night. A lavender smell aroused my mind and body. As she made a small circular motion, I licked and kissed her labia.

“Not bad,” she whispered. “Nice soft licks, yes. This feels so good. I know you’d have your hands all over my body if you could. Would they be doing this?” She massaged her tits and pulled the nipples.

“Yes and more, along with my tongue.”

She poised her pussy above my mouth. “Stick that tongue in and out.”

I readily complied, lifting my head as much as I could.

“Hmm, very sexy and good. Now, deeper and faster.”

I smelled her sex, tasted her wetness, and enjoyed her sexy noises. My dick twitched when she stroked it once and then teased the tip with her fingers.

“Take some deep breaths, you’re getting a pussy facial. I want your tongue wrestling with my clit. I want to cum all over your beautiful face and in your mouth. I’m so fuckin’ horny and turned on.”

I took four deep breaths. “Ready.”

She sat on my face and I licked her labia, swirled her clit, and thrust into her love hole. This was so different. Her pussy lips had almost sealed around my mouth and her clit was like a small boxing bag for my tongue to work on. Her thighs had a vise grip on my head and, with her hands resting on the wall, she pushed down. My head sank into the pillow and my tongue thrust into her vagina. She was wet, horny, and surprisingly tasty. She moved her hips in a strangely sexy and erotic way. I was turned on. Not only did I

want to please Abby, I felt driven to. With my ears smothered all I heard was, “… ice tong… so deep, love… eels… ate. I’m… oming.”

I felt her body tremble and buck.

“Yes, Vince… oh my, yes —”

Her love juice flooded my face. I swallowed some but had a gagging sensation. I shook my head side to side and she pulled away before putting her face to mine. “I love you, Vincent Amalfi. Your tongue is a talented lady pleaser. Your fingers and hard cock are better, but the gap has noticeably narrowed,” she said with a coy smile and a nip and pull on my bottom lip. “That was a very enjoyable orgasm you gave me.”

“Thanks,” I gasped, “but a death certificate saying ‘drowned during sex,’ would’ve made me infamous.”

“I would’ve given you the best mouth-to-mouth ever and saved your life.”

She rolled off me and reached for the eye mask on her nightstand. “Your turn to wear this.” She placed it over my eyes. “I’ll be back in a few,” she added and left the room. I heard her go downstairs and the refrigerator opened a few times. The ice machine was used. She returned minutes later, placing something on the nightstand, then opened and closed a drawer.

“Glad you’re still here.” The bed bounced as she got on, swinging a leg over mine. A hand caressed my chest while she softly kissed my lips. “There’s something very erotic about having a sexy naked body, bound and blindfolded, on my bed, his cock twitching in anticipation… of what I don’t know.”

The bed shifted and I smelled… strawberries?

“Take a bite. It’s a special flavored strawberry,” Abby said.

It was cold and sweet but there was something else. Its juice ran down my chin. She licked the juice, then kissed my lips. I shivered as an ice cube was placed on my chest and dragged down to my belly and then up and down my dick.

“You’re so hot, I might need more ice cubes.”

Then the strawberry I’d bitten was moved down that watery path. She continued with her soft, sexy kisses. “You’re such a good lover. Sexy, smart, passionate, comforting, innocent, and kind,” she whispered in my ear.

“Abby, this is so sexy and seductive. I’m really hot and turned on. Please, give me a blowjob.”

“Remember the feather you used on me last night and my asking you to do something?”

“Yes.”

“My turn or your turn, depending on one’s perspective,” she said.

Her lips hovered above mine as she spoke in the sweetest, softest, and most seductive tone I’d ever heard. I remembered that other flavor.

“That’s your… ah, personal flavoring, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, I have a smart, if a little slow boyfriend. You figured out the flavoring I used. Now for something else.”

I heard what sounded like a can opening

“Lick my nipple.”

My tongue searched for her nipple, and found it covered in whipped cream.

“Oh yes, sweet and good. But the strawberry was better.”

“You liked the facial, or this… or both?”

“Both, I think.”

She put whipped cream on my nipples and took her time licking it off, swirling her tongue around, sucking and adding a few light nips. All the time she stroked a fingernail up and down my cock.

“You’ll feel something on your lips, eat it.”

I tasted banana and took a few bites until her lips met mine. We kissed as she tickled my thighs and sides.

“You thought I forgot about under your arms,” she said and adjusted her position. I think she was sitting. Then I felt her against my hip and a hand on my dick. It was cool and I arched a little.

“You do remember the lube I used at college.”

She held my twitching cock with two fingers and slowly licked the underside, moving to my balls, teasing them with kisses and licks. I felt a cool sensation and pressure at my asshole and I tightened.

“Relax, love, I’ve done this before and you enjoyed it,” she said and rolled over.

“Twice, yes. And it felt good the second time but I’m still not used to it. I’ll try. Have I told you that I love you?”

“Yes, many times last night and again this morning. Vincent Matthew Amalfi, I love you as well.”

And that truly scares the shit out of me but not as much as how good it makes me feel.

Her mouth was on the tip of my hard-on, her tongue softly going around the head and exploring the slit. She played with my marbles. And there was that strange feeling at my butt-hole. I’d relaxed — a little — just enough for her finger to enter. But it didn’t feel like a finger. Bumps, lots of bumps. Oh, what a sensation!

“Oh my god.”

As Abby slipped a finger into my anus, a wave of pleasure surged through my body. It was electrical. I thrust my hips upward as her lips glided down my shaft. The feel of her finger in my asshole was exquisite. It was my third experience but this was very different from the first two.

“I might break the bedposts and fuck your ass off.”

“That would be nice but I know you won’t. Enjoy this, my love.”

“It feels…” a shiver ran through my body, “different, not like before.”

“Remember that condom with the bumps all over it?”

I remembered back to when Abby had been in that car accident and shivered. “Yes.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I relaxed.

“Watching and feeling your cock twitch, leak cum, and your body spasm while glowing, is such a turn on and is making me so wet.”

Using a finger from her other hand, she spread pre-cum around my raging hard-on, and her condom-wrapped finger continued its journey around my ass.

“This is driving me crazy, Abby. Let me fuck your pussy.”

“It feels awesome to me also but I’ve got other plans.”

Both hands, plus her tongue and mouth, all worked in unison, teasing my balls and asshole for several minutes until I felt the volcano rising. Those little bumps sent multiple waves of pleasure surging through my body and I thrust hard. My cock hit the back of her humming, hungry, waiting mouth and I blew load after load into her. It felt like I’d never stop.

“Abby, that… oh yes… I love you.”

“I’ve known for a while that you did. It was a hard thing for me to accept and even harder for me to admit — but know this; you’ve made it so easy for me to do both.”

 

I wish to express my thanks to JWren for his patience and time in editing my story and to Banes1 who gave it a readthrough.

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