Masturbation Monday: Date Night

Happy Moanday, lovelies! I hope you enjoy this naughty threesome story. Betsy sees Ronnie is getting the Blue Moon Itch and suggests a special time for Date Night.

“I’m sorry, Betsy. Can you please forgive me?” The sound in Ronnie’s voice lanced the jealousy building up inside. I knew it wasn’t anything to be jealous about. She loved me. The last few years we’d spent together, exclusive, talking about sealing the deal at the courthouse, told me that.

But every once in a blue moon, Ronnie got an itch. An itch for cock. Dildos and vibrators did nothing to relieve the need. I had noticed she’d been insatiable for our most powerful toy the last couple of weeks. I prepared myself for the question to come, the question to go trolling for cock.

“Of course, I’m not upset. Um….” My hesitation caused her to jump back to begging. I looked around to see where I was, hoping I hadn’t missed my stop.

“Betsy, please.” Now she was begging. The way she drew out please made me feel like such a horrible person. I knew I wasn’t and I knew she was thinking I had changed my mind.

“No, Ronnie. I want to be there. I want to join in. Maybe. I don’t know. Can I at least watch?” I hated having this kind of conversation over the phone. It was bad enough that we’d gone to the gallery opening of a friend of ours. She specialized in photographing sexy, naked men who were usually drenched. Once Ronnie got her eyes on the photographs, the way she flushed and her eyes widened, I knew.

Even though I’d lowered my voice and held the microphone on my earbuds to my mouth, I knew people heard me. I felt eyes on me. I felt dirty. I wanted a hot shower. I was such a goody fucking two-shoes. Sometimes it was difficult to shed the skin you were raised in.

“Ronnie, are you there?” I kept looking at the floor of the bus. The filthy, sticky floor.

“I’m here. Yes. Yes, I want you there.” She sounded like she’d just run a marathon after cycling ten miles.

“Breathe, Ronnie. Are you going to call Lawrence?” I bit my lip thinking of him. Classic hot guy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, abs you could wash the toughest stains out with. He was also hung with a capital h. He was also a male escort.

“Would you be okay with me calling Lawrence?” Ronnie’s voice had deepened with desire and I knew she was picturing herself riding him or being bent over by him. She hadn’t shorted me on the details of her last date night with him.

“I’d prefer it. You know, go with someone we know and trust.” I pictured her nodding on the other end of the phone. Today was her day off and I knew she was running errands, which is why I was taking the bus. She had the car.

“When?”

It was such a good question. “How about tomorrow night?”

“But that’s our date night. Betsy, I don’t want to take away our date night.”

“You won’t be. We’ll splurge, okay? Nice hotel room. Jacuzzi tub. Champagne.” The smile that filled my face also caused me to blush when I found I was being watched by a couple who kept whispering to each other.

“Oh fuck. Fuck my ass, my pussy. Fuck me you two.”

“Yes. That sounds perfect. I’ll set it all up okay?” Ronnie sounded relieved and happy. I couldn’t tell her no. If she wanted to fuck guys all the time I might have an issue, but I could handle the occasional tryst with Lawrence.

When I got to the hotel room, I could just hear snippets of a moan through the walls. I wondered what they were doing. Would she be riding him with her back arched, hair spilling down it? I swiped the card and pushed open the door. Instead of Ronnie riding him, about to come, I saw Lawrence, strapped down in a way that he was partially in the hot tub. His head, hands, feet, and his giant cock were all out of the bubbling water. Ronnie was sitting on the edge, playing with his balls, his cock, running her fingers down his body beneath the foam.

“Hey guys,” I came in all cheerful. For a smidge of a nano-second, jealously had made me its bitch, but I fought her off when I saw the look of content in Ronnie’s eyes. I was responsible for that look, regardless of the fact that Lawrence’s cock was the reason behind it.

“You’re late.” Ronnie’s eyes sparked a little. She as teasing, though. I could see it in the way her lips settled into a small smile.

“I know. The regular place was out of your favorite so I had to go to the other store.” Ronnie’s contentment shot up to deliriously happy.

“You got them?” She abandoned Lawrence and his cock to bound over to me and pull me into her arms. Ronnie kissed me then, hard and hot. I felt my panties get soaked just from the ideas her kiss put into my mind.

“I got them.” I handed her the bag. Inside was her favorite watermelon flavored lube, edible underwear, a blindfold, and some random items I pulled off the shelves for the hell of it.

“Thank you, Betsy. You’re the best girlfriend a gal could ever ask for.” Ronnie smooched me again, leaving lipstick all over my face.

“Good. Now that you got what you wanted, let me see you riding that stud.” Ronnie removed her robe to reveal her lithe nakedness underneath. She squirted a little lube into her hand and stroked Lawrence’s cock. I stripped down and slipped into a strap-on. I wanted to ride her, and if he’d let me, Lawrence, too.

The double-headed dildo fit so nice and tight within my folds. I grabbed the lube and spread it well over the fake silicone beast. When I reached Ronnie, she was mounting herself onto Lawrence. It took some time and effort to fit his cock inside her, even with extraneous amounts of lubricant. The moans coming out of her mouth at the result were invigorating.

I slid behind her and removed the butt plug I’d inserted into her this morning. I had anticipated filling her completely tonight. Wrapping my arms around her, I tweaked her nipples, “Hey Ronnie. Wanna get double-stuffed?”

The moans that came out of Ronnie as I tweaked her nipples had to be loud enough to disturb other patrons. I didn’t care and started pushing the toy inside her. She writhed on Lawrence and, in doing so, pushed the toy deeper into her ass.

“Oh fuck. Fuck my ass, my pussy. Fuck me you two.” Bouncing up and down, circling her hips, Ronnie forced Lawrence and I into a chaotic dance. Sliding my hands along her skin, I stopped when I reached her breasts. I squeezed and massaged them. I pushed them together and pinched her nipples. Ronnie started vibrating in my embrace and leaned back against me. Her eyes rolled while her body shook, mouth open in silent orgasmic bliss.

Gently, I pulled her off of Lawrence. He moaned and then pouted when he left the tightness of her snatch. “Oh, don’t worry, Lawrence. I’m next. I think we’ll be taking turns with you tonight.”

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