Suzanne Portnoy

The threesome never happened.  Sometimes, in fact often, life doesn’t work according to plan.  I’d arranged my usual tag team of T & A for Saturday night but then A rang up to say that T had forgotten he a date with a couple coming down from Norwich.  According to A, he was gutted to miss my private party of three but couldn’t get out of his date.

That’s the consequence of hanging out with single guys that have been on the swinging scene for a while.  They are so much in demand by married couples that single chicks like myself sometimes have to wait in the queue to see them.  T has a very large, extremely fat cock.  Plus he’s a nice, good looking guy who can come three times in an hour remaining hard throughout.  Guys like him are rare.  I wasn’t surprised to hear that a couple would drive hundreds of miles for a date with him.

Still, that left me one short for my threesome that I was determined to have.  A said he would try and find another but by 3pm it was not looking good so I was relieved when a former lover rang me up whilst having a wank to ask what I was doing.  ‘Trying to find another guy for a threesome,’ I replied.  ‘You interested?’

‘Sure,’ he said.  ‘Is he bi?’

‘Yes,’ I said.  ‘Want to suck his cock?  It’s big and beautiful.’

‘I’m there,’ he said.  ‘What time?’

‘9pm,’ I said. ‘I’m cooking too so don’t have any dinner.’

I hung up the phone, feeling self-satisfied that finally, after six years on and off of singledom, I’d finally sorted out my life to the extent that I could arrange a threesome at extremely short notice.

As arranged, A showed up at 9pm, a bottle of wine in one hand a couple of beers in the other.  We stood around chatting for a half hour, both of us expecting that any minute the doorbell would ring and my other friend would show up.  By 9.45pm, I wasn’t feeling so confident anymore so I rang him up and the phone was off.  That was definately a bad sign so I started boiling up some pasta whilst A decided to get started, f***ing me from behind whilst I was stirring the pasta dressed only in a red silk push-up bra and lacy boypants.

By 10pm I no longer cared whether my other friend showed up or not.  I was so juiced up from having A inside me that all I was thinking about was getting him upstairs to bed.  ‘I’m really sorry,’ I said as we ran up the stairs to my bedroom. ‘I guess he’s not going to show.’

‘His loss,’ he said laughing and proceeded to take me in every conceivable position and in every hole until we both passed out exhausted by one.  We both slept soundly until the next morning when I woke A up with a big fry up in bed.  ‘Wow,’ he said when he opened his eyes.  ‘Sex and a fry up on a Sunday morning.  What a treat.’

I guess I’ll just have to try again for my threesome in a couple of week’s time.