Joining them for a threesome

My heart pounded against my ribs as my head became lightheaded. In just a few minutes, Weston Young would be picking me up to bring me to his place; wherever that was. I admit that I was extremely nervous about the whole thing. Memories from my college days came into my thoughts and I remembered the last time I had a threesome. I was drunk and it all happened so quickly, but this time it was planned out and now I didn’t know if I could go through with it or not.

If Weston had been single and asked me to sleep with him, I’d have jumped at the opportunity and not feel nervous in the slightest. Sleeping with him and his girlfriend had my nerves all over the place. Was she actually cool with this? He had said they did things like this often, but to me it was foreign.

I stood on shaky legs and padded over to the front door to peer out. My heart lurched in my chest as I saw Weston young stand there in his delicious five-piece suit. Holy hell. My mouth watered just from the sight of him. How is that even possible? His hand went up toward the doorbell as an annoyed look flashed across his features. I quickly opened the door before he changed his mind and turned around.

When our eyes connected, he beamed with excitement, and I couldn’t help but notice how he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth again. Damn, that really turned me on. He did it often and I wanted to fan my face every damn time. Good lord.

“Hi,” I greeted shyly.

His eyes raked over my body with appreciation before he grinned down at me. “Hi, yourself. Are you ready to go?”

I nodded and shrugged at the same time. “Do I need to bring anything?” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to or not, to be honest. This wasn’t something I normally did and being in a relationship with one person for the last year didn’t really prepare me for something like this. And back in college, I didn’t think about something like that.

He chuckled. “No, Millie, you don’t need to bring anything.”

“All right, then let’s go.” I stepped out onto the terrace as I closed and locked the door behind me. Weston had already walked to the car before I descended the stone steps and joined him along the curb.

His fancy Mercedes SUV sat parked right in front of my steps and he surprised me when he opened the door for me. The interior smelled of leather, new car scent, and him. Just from the scent alone, I knew I was going to be a goner. He smelled so fucking good. What is that?

After he slipped into the driver’s seat, he started the SUV and took off without a single word to me. Here I was, nervous as could be while my heart thundered and he didn’t seem to have a single care in the world. But hello! The guy was obviously used to this sort of interaction with a complete stranger, considering he was the one who came to me with this proposition. Oh, what am I getting myself into?

“So, do you and Isadora do this kind of thing often?” It just came out before I could stop it and I’m not entirely sure where it even came from. When I looked over at him, though, I relaxed. He actually smiled and it was a genuine smile. It wasn’t one of his sultry smiles or his I’m-the-b oss-don’t-fuck-with-me smiles.

“I guess you could say that. We try to keep things interesting in the bedroom as much as possible.” He shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And she doesn’t get jealous?” I knew if I had a man like Weston Young, I wouldn’t share him with another woman. Never.

He laughed. “Nah, I don’t give her a reason to be jealous. This is strictly sex. No emotions are involved whatsoever and when we’ve all had our fill, we go back to just her and me.” I noticed his hand gripped the steering wheel as his jaw tightened. Was he disturbed by something he had just said? I wonder what that’s about. There was no way in hell I was going to ask him about it right now. I’d ask him eventually, but perhaps after I’ve known him for more than two days.

It still didn’t sit well with me how Isadora could be so chill about this. Were they not satisfying each other in the bedroom? Is that why they brought in a third person? Would I ever truly know?

We finally arrived at what I assumed was Weston’s home as two very large wrought iron gates swung open as he drove through. He continued up a long driveway until an enormous mansion came into view. It looked like an old colonial style home from around the time America was becoming a country. It was in perfect shape and truly breathtaking.

“You live here alone?” I asked as I stared up at the house when he parked right upfront.

“Mostly. Isadora stays with me when she’s home obviously...” He trailed off and I looked over at him. He looked a bit saddened by the revelation but said nothing more.

“Is she gone often?” He nodded. “She’s a model so she travels more than she’s home.” He ended the conversation almost as soon as it started by getting out of the car.

That explains why the woman affected me back at the office this morning. She’s a fucking model! A gorgeous one at that.

I quickly jumped out of the car and followed Weston up the massive stairs to the front porch and finally the door. It creaked of old age when he opened it but I was pleased to feel the air conditioning blast me in the face while the interior came into view. I think I had just stepped into a Home Decorating magazine. Everything was pristine and perfect. It all seemed to have a place and all the cream and beige colors mixed perfectly. Whoever decorated had beautiful taste.

Then the music started from invisible speakers and nearly knocked the pictures from their places on the walls from the bass it was giving off. Billie Eilish blared through the house, giving off a sensual feel.

And that’s when Isadora revealed herself. She was wearing nothing but a rose gold silk robe as her long legs poked out from the bottom. I swallowed as my eyes enlarged at the sight of her. This was really happening. Take a few deep breaths, Millie, you’re a big girl. You can handle anything.

“I was pleased when Weston told me that you’d be joining us,” Isadora purred as she stepped up to me and ran her finger along my jaw and down my neck where it disappeared into my blouse.

My heart slammed against my ribs again as I stood frozen to my spot. I had no idea what happened next. I hadn’t done anything like this in such a long time that I felt a bit awkward and shy. My eyes looked over and sought out Weston’s as I noticed he watched us intently. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his brow lifted seductively. He clearly liked watching, but was I able to give him a show?

Isadora stopped what she was doing and looked over at Weston. “Do you think we should make our guest feel more comfortable?” as she smiled at me and stuck her delicate fingers into the small pocket in the front of her robe. She pulled something out and then held her hand open to display what she was holding. What the hell are those?

She held three little pink pills in the palm of her hand that had the word “SKY” stamped on them.

“What is that?” I asked as I looked between Isadora and Weston, but they weren’t giving away anything with their expressions.

“Hold your tongue out,” Isadora said while holding one up to me.

I shook my head. “No way. I’m not putting that in my mouth until I know what it is.”

At my words, Weston growled from his spot next to us, sounding annoyed, while Isadora just giggled.