Sarah - Part 1

This is the first of a three part adventure about a partner wishing to incorporate a third into a relationship. It walks through feelings, trepidations, excitement.... covers the whole spectrum. 

It was a beach weekend. After a day of sun and fun, we were watching at the railing as a band played at our favorite bar. She walked up and stood next to us. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, speaking in my ear "Hi, I'm Sarah."

We'd been talking about the possibility for several weeks. I knew you had set this up. I'm a little pissed you've planned this without my ok, yet there's a little excitement too. 

I look at you. "What's going on?" 

"Do you trust me?" 

"You know I do, but I'm not ready for this." We'd had a long talk about my rules involving a third. I had a list. But there were two big ones. First, it couldn't be someone I knew or was in my work circle. Secondly, they couldn't have him. His cock was never to be in her. Call me selfish, stingy, possessive, whatever you like. 

"Just enjoy the evening. You know you don't have to do anything. Get to know her. Just let it play out. You know I've picked her especially for you. "

The night proved easier than expected. Drinks flowed. And Sarah and I did actually click on a lot of levels. More than I wanted to admit.  

We walked back to our condo. I must admit to being tipsy. We sat out on the balcony and shared another drink. You were very quiet. Attentive. Making sure our glasses were filled, but I knew you were afraid I'd bolt if the situation overwhelmed me. And I'm pretty sure you had told her the same.  She wasn't aggressive. Touching my arm lightly. Putting her hand on my leg. Grabbing my hand. Dancing close. But nothing that pushed to hard to fast. 

"Come sit with me," you said while motioning me to your lap. I walked over and sat down. You turned me so that my back was against your chest and my legs were straddling yours. You brushed my hair to the side, kissed the side of my neck and asked, "Feel like playing?"

She walked over to us. You spread your legs so she could stand inside. That forced my skirt up and I could feel the night air on my pussy. Her hands rested on my thighs as she leaned in for a kiss. It lasted forever. Her mouth on me.  Your hands squeezing my breast. It was sensory overload. 

Your hands moved lower. You started lightly rubbing my pussy. "Sarah, I told you she'd like you. You should feel how wet she is." You pressed harder, the way that felt so good on my clit. She watched. She rubbed my thighs. Lightly using her fingernails. She kissed me some more. 

Your voice broke through the lusty haze, "Ladies, let's move inside." 

I froze.