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Reasons Why I Want To Have A Threesome (And Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Judge) – Part V

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

That night, I felt like my life turned into a movie.

Maybe not exactly the perfect Hollywood script, but rather a dramatic episode from Sex and The City.

Men I met along the way always managed to surprise me. Be it with their catchy flirt routine, their chiselled physique, their carefully selected attire or grungy looks, either those bad boys we all know with questionable taste in oysters and hardcore motorbikes. I used to be a party girl and thought I’ve seen it all.

But nobody managed to surprise me like Adam did that night.

He was absolutely charming during our dinner date and celebration evening. He just landed a huge contract, he was brimming with excitement and I was ready to take off my clothes in the restaurant in front of him. I’m kidding, maybe, but he was so hot that night, and the fact that he looked at me, anew, with seductive eyes, made me frisky and forgetful, for a brief half hour, of my knee-jerking intention of telling him, finally, that I want to have a threesome with him and Jeremy.

But that night had different plans for us.

It changed everything.

And the moment I realized Christine and Jeremy were sharing a table 6 feet away from us, I froze. Her perfect teeth lined up in a perfect grin, waving to me, and her flimsy dress uncovering her cleavage in a statuary way – I swallowed my tongue when she walked slowly, like a feline, to our table, kissed my cheek politely, yet enthusiastically, like she knew me for 100 years, and then gently laid her long arm around Adam’s neck and said:

Wow, Amanda, I never knew you had such a gorgeous husband!

She was literally playing hard ball with my boyfriend and he loved it from square one. Come to think of it, I feel I have not given him the attention he deserved all these years, maybe he lost touch with his flirtatious nature, looking at him he was giddy and timid, working his amateurish routine, the one that made me fall for him in the first place. He took it one notch further and spilled his drink in his lap when Christine surprised him with her hug and kisses on both cheeks. Her perfume filled the room, it was Chanel Mademoiselle and I hate it. She was very eager to clean his pants and before I could react, Jeremy joined us from the other table with napkins and briefly introduced himself:

Oh my god, she can be so clumsy sometimes, heh! You must be Adam, your talented girlfriend told us so much about you. Cheers, buddy. My name is Jeremy, it’s a great pleasure to meet you!

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Adam took a gentleman stand like he always does (with his wet pants) and actually managed to find composure and share a manly hand shake with Jeremy, much to my surprise. I was stunned at this moment, my feminine powers had dissipated under their spell, my knees were shaking, I mumbled a polite smile, Jeremy was wearing his signature red leather pants while my wet pants boyfriend was already inviting them to join us for dinner.

Great, my romantic dinner to rekindle the flame with Adam had turned into a double date with the IT Couple of the Year on Instagram (whom I would also like to fuck).

I enviously watched Christine as she sat herself in the middle of my threesome fantasy and nonchalantly grabbed both men by their necks and proposed a toast for Adam’s big night. Jeremy ordered champagne. Then he looked at me:

So, Amanda, care to pop the bottle for Adam? Adam, would you like to do the honours?

And while you’re at it, care to share some of the foam, I find champagne so sexy, Jer and I sometimes pour it in the bath tub!, Christine giggled and I felt like smashing the bottle in her face.

Smile and wave, Amanda, smile and wave. I had to watch Jeremy caressing her back while Adam managed to pour the drink in the glasses and not on himself.

But Christine had eyes for my man and complimented him profusely. Was she actually hitting on him? Jeremy didn’t seem to be bothered, it was like they’ve done this before a million times. I suddenly felt like vanishing. I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. I washed my face and stared in the mirror for countless minutes. What is wrong with me? What do I actually want? I feel like throwing up, I’m panting, I’m restless, I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily: I can do it, I can get through this night with my chin up. I fixed my hair, put lipstick on, gazed at my butt in the mirror: I look perfect. You can do this, Amanda!

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

And then, when I was about to leave the bathroom, I bumped into him.

Jeremy.

He saw me and his face turned into a big, brilliant smile. Oh my god, I felt so busted.

Amanda, my beloved, are you okay?

He could sense my lack of enthusiasm and hugged me tightly, whispering sweet words into my ear.

I missed you so much, oh you sensuous thing, why did you vanish like that, I..

I covered his mouth with a deep kiss and surrendered to the passion.

I missed you too, I mumble.

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

I could feel his fingers finding their way under my dress and slowly touching my nipples. I sighed, tilted my head and grasped his bulge. Oh, Jeremy! I want you inside me. I’m so wet right now it hurts. Jeremy was pleased and got down to business. He ushered me into the restroom and locked the door.

I want you here, facing the mirror, I want you to look at yourself. He pulled my hair, he raised my dress, unzipped his red leather pants and teased me with his throbbing member.

Somebody knocked on the door and kept trying to enter. We stopped for a brief moment, I could hear him breathe heavily in my ear. He whispered gently: I need time with you. This is not going to be a short fuck.

We left the bathroom separately and smiled blushingly at the person trying to enter. Composure, Amanda, this is just a game of lust, you’ve done this before, remember?

I arrived at the table and my jaw dropped once again. No sight of Jeremy, yet his lovely girlfriend was sitting in my boyfriend’s lap playing with his tie. Adam is drunk, sweaty and red. It’s obvious he couldn’t have refused Christine’s moves and went along for the ride.

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke

Jeremy arrived with a smile and a new bottle. Enjoying yourselves, guys? Christine jumped from my man’s lap and hugged Jeremy planting a huge kiss on his lips. Adam was weary with excitement and pulled me towards him to mirror the other couple, but I kept feeling confused.

We should take this party at my place, don’t you think?, Jeremy grinned, and for the first time that night, the tension between me and him seemed to dissolve, while Adam whispered I love you in my left ear.

(to be continued)

Part four

Part three

Part two

Part one

Amanda Grace is a personal stylist travelling in and out of Los Angeles.