Eroticy Story - Close Friends Birthday

I went back to twitching in the living room. I am still not comfortable looking him in the eyes. I know that I was the one to insist that she tell him, but I never expected him to accept it. Especially not as openly as this.

It's my birthday. Two married women are "getting ready" in the bedroom. Both husbands know, and neither one wants to kill me.

Yet. I still think of myself as sexually deprived. At 32 (no! 33 now) these are the third and fourth women I've ever been to bed with. If you're involved with two women, then a threesome is the obvious step. Isn't it? It seemed so when she suggested it.

I guess this means that the big fight I had with "B" a month ago is behind us now. I haven't been with her since then. Until she proposed this birthday gift for me. My other lover was fascinat- ed by the idea, and by the timing. I just twitch.

"OK, you can go in now." I look at them. They're wearing exact- ly what they were wearing twenty minutes ago when they went in there. The room is identical to what it looked like twenty minutes ago. Who knows what "getting ready" requires in a woman.

Or in two women. When I get anxious, I often hide in getting analytical. It drives some of my friends nuts.