If you read Part 1, you know how I met the anal obsessed, insatiable Rose, one of my memorable fuckbuddies. When I received a text on a Saturday evening, I didn’t realise it was the start of a roller coaster of lots of firsts. It was Rose asking if I could pop round during the coming week, partly because she needed all three holes fucked, nothing new there but she wanted to discuss an idea, now that perked my interest, she was a filthy bitch, this could be different. I replied Wednesday afternoon was good (very conveniently, there was a client I visited regularly in her town), I asked for a hint about the idea, but she refused saying it had to be discussed in person. On the Wednesday I got to Rose’s place early, just before lunch. Not a problem, she opened the door, dragged me inside by my tie. Once in the hall, she dropped to her knees, dragged my trousers down and swallowed my cock. Where I went from soft to rock hard as she tongued me. Once I was at full size, she released me, lay back on the floor, spread her legs and told me to fuck one of her holes as quick as possible. As I dived forward and thrust into her pussy, I realised she had been waiting clad only in suspenders and stockings, red ones that day. We fucked for a while missionary, then twisted over so she was on top, then finally doggy. In that position I could switch between her pussy and arse changing each time she crawled forward a bit. Her shuffling led us bit by bit into the dining room, where lunch waited. I lifted her onto the table and ate some pussy as a starter. I slipped a finger into her asshole as I chewed on her clitoris giving her the biggest orgasm of the day so far. She calmed down and we ate lunch Rose looking my way and grinning frequently. When we had finished eating she took me, not into the bedroom, our usual trysting place, but the living room, we sat on the sofa, kissing and touching each other. I was slightly puzzled by the fact that she kept checking the time. After checking the clock yet again she hopped up onto the sofa, got on all fours and demanded more fucking. I obliged happily, leaning forward to grab and maul her tits. Looking over her shoulder, I saw she was working on a laptop, sitting on the table beside the sofa. A webcam was attached to the lamp and on the screen was the image of us fucking. She said she was recording our fucking, so I let go of her tits to let them swing freely, much filthier. To aid her recording, I leaned back and shoved two fingers in her arse making her scream with pleasure. After a few more minutes, I saw her stop recording, then instructing me to keep fucking her, she opened up Skype and clicked on a connection called Ian2. Now Ian was her boyfriends name, so I was suddenly scared that’s who she was calling. But the bearded face that appeared wasn’t that in the photos in the house, so I relaxed and carried on pumping in and out of Rose. “Hello Sexy, unexpected pleasure, woah holy shit” The accent was a soft Aussie voice “Having fun, Babe ?” “Oh yes lover and he will fuck my arse now too” replied Rose. At which, to please her I switched holes and position so I could drill deep down into her rectum. He laughed and waved to me as she screamed in pleasure. Gasping, she continued “I wanted to propose that we all get together for a threesome, so you can both fuck the shit out of me, together. But I want you to agree only if you will play with each other as I direct, just soft stuff, you don’t fuck each other.” We both quickly agreed, introduced ourselves and agreed that the next Wednesday would suit all of us, meeting in Ian’s flat in London. After killing the connection, Rose told me that Ian was an old friend, who loved fucking her arse too, actually he was bi, so no surprise really. She wanted to see us kiss, maybe wank each other. I told that was fine and if she really wanted I might even try sucking his cock, at that she had another orgasm at the thought. I suggested that when I picked her up the following week that, blouse, skirt, no underwear would be good. She said that sounded OK The intervening week crawled by, I couldn’t concentrate at work or home, at work I even managed to drill through one of my fingers. But the day arrived at last and I was up early, shaved, showered, fed and en route to Rose. I picked her up at the end of her road. She was in high-heels, a shortish skirt, stockings, blouse and cardigan over her shoulders. We set off, heading for the A1 to London. Rose discarded the cardigan. The way her nipples were pushing through the blouse it was clear she was braless. Enquiring, she pulled the skirt up to prove no knickers. As we drove along, her manner made it clear that she was on-edge, really nervous. I decided to help her, so, passing Stevenage, I told her to spread her legs as far as possible and doing 85mph in the fast lane, I reached over with my left hand and brought her off twice in quick succession with my fingers. Rather risky, but she was much more relaxed. Guided by the satnav, we wended our way through north London and as we got close, Rose began fidgeting with excitement. At the entrance to the underground garage in the block of flats, when I buzzed, Ian said he would meet us in the garage. Gate went up and we descended into the gloom. I found a visitor space and parked. As Rose and I got out, Ian appeared, came over, kissed Rose on the cheek, then at Rose’s prompting came forward to kiss me. I was apprehensive, but he was a good kisser, the beard was a distraction, as was his hand rubbing over my cock, but overall new and exciting. In the ride up in the lift, we all kept looking at each other with daft grins on our faces. Ian’s flat was lovely, open plan, huge L-shaped black leather sofa, glass dining table, wood flooring. We sat at the table to have coffee, just chatting. Ian explained his contract was nearly done and he would be returning to Melbourne in a couple of weeks, hence Rose’s keenness to get her first threesome. His girlfriend had been away for a couple of days, due back about 5, so we needed to keep the flat tidy. Through the table I could see Rose was flashing Ian.