Not quite a threesome (yet) [F30s/M30s/M30s] [Romantic] [Oral] [Threesome] [Bi]

Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I'm hard as a rock. I stand above the sink and look in the mirror before I start my day. I trace my thumbs down the sides of my torso, and I drop my briefs down to the floor.

I stand there, naked.

I look at my cock in the mirror and it aches for me to touch it, but I don't. I let it breathe. I place my forearms on the sink counter and bend over. Precum drips out of me. I think about tasting it, but I don't.

I imagine a woman entering the bathroom. Do I know her? I think I do. Or I did, a long time ago, when we were younger. Whatever we once were, we're now different. Adults who've lived, loved, and learned. Our new connection is more primal, but there's a potential for something deeper. A connection we haven't explored yet, but we each want to. Maybe in secret for now. Maybe in public. We don't know yet, but we're letting the momentum guide us.

She walks behind me, caressing my back before kneeling down in front of me. She wrap her lips around my cock. Not to suck it, but to taste it. Just to have it be hers. And after tasting my precum, she just stays there. She doesn't move her mouth. This time, she just wants to feel my cock overtake her. It's comforting for her. And also for me.

I don't move my hips. I don't fuck her mouth. I let my cock sit on her tongue, and it pulses. Ever so slightly.

I'm still bending over, my cheeks are spread, and I can feel a cool breeze on my ass. She knows this and can somehow detect it without me uttering a word. Is this was being perfectly in sync is?

She signals to her boyfriend in the other room that he's needed.

He's only there for her entertainment. Maybe mine too, but certainly not his.

She tells him to strip. He knows what's about to come, because they've talked about it before in private. They've both never done it before, but they've fantasized about it hundreds of times. Her more than him. She was the one who first brought it up. He was apprehensive, but he wanted to make her happy. He still does. He always will.

His heart is beating fast - he's nervous. But she's not. She's calm. I'm calm. My heart matches hers.

We look at each other, lock eyes, and smile before it happens.