Part 1

Larry had already been texting with Greg, making sure he understood the boundaries and how Sandra liked things to go. The rules were simple: it was always about Sandra. Greg could do anything she allowed, and if she was okay with it, Larry was too. Sandra didn’t care much for DP—though she’d done it before—but she preferred other things more. No pain, no bondage. Just regular, passionate sex—except with two men. The MFM setup was exciting enough for her. She didn’t need much foreplay, though a little flirting never hurt. To Larry and Sandra, it was just sex, something they both enjoyed. They wanted it to be fun and exciting—no unnecessary games.

Greg liked how clear the arrangement was. No guessing, no wondering—just knowing exactly what Sandra wanted. It made things easier. From the moment he met her, he’d been drawn to her confidence and beauty. And now, with the rules laid out, he was ready to see where things would lead. Larry seemed laid-back, and that helped Greg relax. He knew what he had to do: make the first move, follow Sandra’s lead, and let things unfold naturally.

In their conversations, Larry had explained that the guest always got the first choice with Sandra, and Larry would join in wherever he could. Sandra wanted the full MFM experience, and Larry was perfectly fine with her focusing more on Greg—it was only natural with a new partner. “I don’t get jealous,” Larry had said, “but I’ll step in if she ever needs me to.” He’d made it clear that the guest was expected to take the initiative. “She’ll follow your lead,” Larry assured him. “She rarely says no, so don’t hold back. Just go for it, and see how she responds.”

Sandra preferred having Larry close by throughout the experience. It made her feel more comfortable, allowing her to focus purely on enjoying herself. She always dressed in something black and sexy, with her robe barely tied at the start—just enough to tease. She liked to sit at the end of their glass-top dining table, with Larry beside her. As the night went on, the robe would gradually open, exposing her breasts and her pussy as an invitation for whoever was with them. That was her way of signaling it was time. “If you ask, she’ll tease,” Larry had said, “and after that, you can do whatever you want.”

They were sitting at the table when the doorbell rang. Larry turned to Sandra with a teasing grin. “Why don’t you go answer the door with your robe open? I know for sure he’d really enjoy that,” he said, his tone playful.

Sandra rolled her eyes but smiled softly. “You know I don’t do that,” she replied, pulling the robe a little tighter around her body. “Now go let him in.”

A moment later, Larry returned with Greg, and they walked back to the table where Sandra was sitting. Greg’s eyes landed on her, his gaze lingering for just a second before he took his seat. “I see you’re already getting comfortable, Sandra,” he said, nodding toward her robe. “I’ve been thinking about this since our last time.”

Sandra smiled briefly, letting the moment build in silence.Larry, who sat beside her, glanced between them and chuckled. “I told you what to expect,” he said to Greg with a knowing smile.

Sensing Sandra needed a bit more time to settle in, Greg smoothly shifted the conversation. “Larry told me you like fishing. Where do you usually go?” he asked, his tone casual but his gaze flicking briefly toward her.

“Most anywhere,” she replied, her voice calm but measured. “But around here, it’s usually at a lake or one of the carp ponds.”

“I used to fish a lot when I was younger, but it’s been ages,” Greg said. “Do you still go often?”

“No, not in a while,” Sandra said, pausing for a moment. She realized they hadn’t offered Greg a drink. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked, standing up.

Greg nodded. “A beer sounds great,” he said, smiling.

“I’ll grab one from the fridge in the garage,” Sandra said. She paused for a second, glancing toward the door as if deciding something, then got up. Her robe swayed slightly as she headed out.

As soon as she was gone, Greg turned to Larry, his tone shifting slightly. “You know, I came over to play, but I’ve got to say, you guys are a cool couple. I usually feel nervous in setups like this, but I’m really comfortable here.”

Larry leaned back in his chair, his smile easy. “Thanks for that. We try to keep things relaxed. We’re careful about who we invite over—we want it to feel right for all of us.”

Greg nodded. “I get that. I mean, Sandra’s incredible, but some people come into these situations with the wrong mindset, like they’re just checking a box. I need to feel genuinely attracted to someone, and I like that we can also be friends.”

“Exactly,” Larry agreed, his expression thoughtful. “It’s not always easy to find someone who fits—someone Sandra’s into and who gets the vibe we’re going for. It’s been harder than we expected.”

Greg glanced toward the door where Sandra had disappeared. “I could tell she was interested in me that night at the bar. The closer she got to the booth, the more I could feel the chemistry. I’m glad she warmed up to me. She’s damn sexy,” he said, his voice soft but filled with appreciation.

Larry chuckled. “She sure is. She warmed up to you fast. When I got back from the bathroom, I could tell she was getting turned on. She’d already told me I could invite you over, which is why I let you stay next to her and go outside while I paid the tab. I figured you’d try something, and I was curious to see how she’d react. She doesn’t like me putting her in those situations, but she knows I like messing with her.”

Greg laughed, a hint of impatience in his voice. “I’m wanting to mess with her right now.”

“Give it a bit,” Larry said with a grin. “Let her tease you. When her robe is untied, that’s your signal. She’s waiting for you to come get her, you know?”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Greg said, smiling to himself.

Larry leaned in slightly, his grin widening. “It’s fun, isn’t it? Let her tease you first. Once her robe starts to open and you catch a glimpse of her breasts—that’s when things really heat up.”

Just as Sandra’s footsteps echoed from the garage, they instinctively shifted the conversation. Greg, sensing the timing, leaned back in his chair. “We were just talking about cars,” he said casually as Sandra approached the table with a beer in hand.

Sandra placed the beer in front of Greg before sitting back down. “Talking about cars now?” she asked with a playful smile, her voice light but carrying an undercurrent of something more.

“Yeah,” Larry said. “Turns out Greg and I have more in common than we thought.”

Sandra smiled, her eyes flicking between them. “I’ve always preferred the older models. The newer ones are too complicated.”

Greg raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So you know a thing or two about cars, huh?”

Larry chuckled softly, his eyes glancing at Sandra with pride. “She does more than know. Sandra’s got her own set of mechanic’s tools.”

Greg grinned, his attention briefly lingering on her. “Damn, Sandra, you’re near perfect.”

Sandra lowered her gaze briefly, feeling a quiet sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t one to take compliments easily, but Greg’s felt genuine. "I’m just me,, her lips curving in a small, almost shy smile. She stayed quiet as the conversation flowed, content to let the men talk while she listened.

They kept the conversation light, trading stories about old cars, but Greg’s mind wandered. He watched Sandra as she stood and excused herself to the bathroom. She moved with casual confidence, her robe still loosely tied, swaying gently as she disappeared down the hall.

After sipping his beer, Greg noticed a shift in the air when Sandra returned. Her robe was now untied, hanging loosely over her body as she sat back down. He remembered what Larry had told him—this was Sandra’s way of signaling that she was ready to take things further. But Greg didn’t want to rush. He was curious to see how far she’d go with her teasing before he made his move.

Sandra was fully aware of Greg’s attention, even as he continued talking to Larry. She could feel his gaze drift toward her every so often. Sitting at the glass-top table, she leaned back, adjusting her robe slightly. Under the table, she tugged the fabric open wider, exposing herself completely. She knew Greg could see everything if he bothered to look. The question was: when would he notice?

Greg, trying to stay engaged in the conversation, couldn’t help but steal glances at Sandra. She remained quiet, only contributing the occasional word, but her presence was commanding. She loved the tension, the way Greg tried to focus but kept getting drawn back to her.

As the minutes passed, Greg glanced over again, and this time, he caught it. Her robe had fallen open just enough for him to see the outline of her breasts. His breath quickened, but he kept his cool, forcing himself to stay focused on the conversation. Sandra was playing with him, and he enjoyed the game. He knew if he looked under the table, he might catch an even more intimate glimpse—but he held back, letting the tension build.

Sandra smirked to herself. She could feel his restraint, the way he was purposefully delaying. How much longer until he looks? she wondered, her heart racing in anticipation. She shifted slightly, keeping herself exposed, knowing he’d give in eventually.

Then Sandra slipped a hand under the table, her fingers moving, playing with her clit. When Greg glanced her way again, he didn’t notice right away what she was doing. But when she looked at him and then down, his eyes followed. His breath caught for a second. Now he saw it—her fingers slowly teasing herself beneath the table.

Greg’s mind raced. He wanted to reach out to her, but he held back, letting her continue her teasing game. The temptation was growing, but he knew this was exactly how she liked it. Grinning, he playfully stuck out his tongue and flicked it, mimicking the way he’d tease her clit, showing her he was in on the game. He wanted to reach for her, but he resisted for now.

Sandra noticed, and now she knew Greg was playing along, teasing her right back. She figured he might be holding back because it was their first time together—most guys did at first. But Greg hadn’t been shy when they first met at the bar, and she liked that.

She really wanted him to come to her, but she also wanted to push him further, knowing she could outlast him in this game.

Sandra suddenly said, “Larry, I think I heard a car outside. Can you go check?” She knew he’d only be gone for a minute or two, giving her just enough time to escalate things.

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