Part 3 We had got as far as Pater saying that “Mary was ready” for a threesome with me. This was fairly easily arranged as I am self-employed and have a varied and pretty unaccountable schedule, so we agreed that it would be easiest to meet at their house for lunch. I duly arrived at the appointed day and time and (it was summer) we had a light lunch in their pretty secluded garden. Neither of them was particularly “dressed for the occasion” - Pater had a shirt and slacks, Mary an everyday sort of dress from my recollection. Apart from knowing what was supposedly on the agenda it was just a normal everyday luncheon, and even the conversation stayed on normal conventional events and subjects. It was so ordinary that I was wondering where this was going, if at all and if they’d changed their minds. Anyway, after lunch I think it was I who broached the subject of ‘what happens now’ and Peter said “we’ll go upstairs when Mary has washed the dishes” - you see how ordinary this was all turning out. I helped with the dishes - and even made a pot of tea (all perfectly normal) - then Peter sort of took himself off ‘upwards’ and Mary & I followed on, bearing our mugs of tea ! En route I asked Mary if she was comfortable with things as tehy were developing, and she said, yes, perfectly. So terribly English. Anyway, we repaired to their back bedroom which overlooks thir garden but not much else, and has a bay window area with curtains, which Mary drew. The we all climbed onto their bed, Peter & I on each side with Mary in the middle. I thought it best to be backward in coming forwards on this so kept pretty still ‘like a spare dick at a wedding’ no doubt - but I wasn’t about to upset anyone for obvious reasons. As it happens ‘upsetting’ was what was about to unfold. I don’t recall if Peter had his arm round Mary, but I suspect not - but he suddenly said ‘Show Paul your pussy” and made a grab to lift Mary’s skirt. I was staggered !! - and Mary wasn’t either amused nor comfortable with it either - she pushed his hand away and pulled her dress down again. Quite what happened next is something of a blur but probably went along the lines of - Paul’s here, he’s come to poke you - show him your puss”, but whatever the detail the long and short is that it was pretty crude and uncaring. Bear in mind that I had known these people for several years and with my wife had spent a lot of time with them. I am a fairly friendly and affectionate sort of creature anyway, and although I am the first to admit that I flirt with various degrees of sincerity and intent with anything in a skirt and don’t rule out the cat or the kettle, they were both fairly good longish-term friends and I had some affection for them; seeing a lady I liked and was ‘at least fond of’ being mauled about was something of a surprise I learnt afterwards that this was not unusual but at the time I was horrified and in different circumstances would probably have said so, but as it was I most likely made some soothing comment on the lines of ‘Mary’s obviously not very happy about this, maybe we should stop” - but Mary was compliant and let him lift her skirt this time, showing me the tops of her legs and her pants for the first time. Almost certainly by this stage Peter had put his arm under and around Mary so he could grab her breast, and put his other hand on her pussy, pawing and stroking her - and seeing this was almost like seeing someone being raped. Around this stage I thought I’d better join in and add some humanity, so suggested we all had a bit of a cuddle to let Mary relax, and took the opportunity to put my arm around her; that in itself was not exactly novel as you will have gathered that we had become closish freinds along the way with a measure of joshing and light-hearted flirting all round, so she hadn’t escaped (nor objected to) the odd squeeze in amongst. Things did indeed relax and calm down a bit, and in due course Mary became undressed, me taking the north end, so to speak, and cuddling this girl while fondling and undressing her top while Peter took the south end, so to speak, pushing her skirt up and (more likely pretty literally) pulling her pants off. So while I was thoroughly enjoying myself seeing and fondling Mary’s breasts and nipples, Pater was at work between her legs but in a far less gentle way, indeed after a pretty cursory stroke of her legs his hands were between them and his fingers inside her. In amongst all this we all got naked, and Mary took her opportunity to take hold of our cocks while we lay by her side; she sucked Pater’s then moved across to suck mine, but I was scared of cumming too soon and persuaded her to desist so she went back to fondling and stroking them both. Somewhere in this time Peter said he’d like me to hold his cock and put it into Mary and strange to say that until this time I had never actually seen a man put his prick into a woman on a cold calculated basis (previous couples I had met up with have been more engaged in making love which is a lot different from what was happening here) and I was quite fascinated by the prospect. Mary was on her back with her knees up and Peter on one side with his legs underneath hers , with his cock aimed at her puss and his hands occupied on her breasts. With due guidance (not to mention some wanking necessary to produce a stiffness greater than so far achieved) I rubbed his knob along her crack a few times before inserting the end in the appropriate place. He pushed and in it went - magic. He thrust into her a few times then wanted me to hold the bottom of his shaft and slide it in and out of her (each to their own). Mary, meanwhile, was holding and wanking my cock - and soon found her hand joined by one of Peter’s. I was bemused, highly aroused and scared of cumming without entering this lady; fortunately between us I managed not to squirt my load. Mary was moving against Pater’s cock too, beginning her orgasm, and Peter eventually came, squirting his load into Mary with something of a grunt. Peter stayed inside Mary for some time and I rubbed his shaft to restore his erection but before long he pulled out and rolled on his back. It was to be my turn. Maybe that should be continued in the next part.