HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

THE THREE OF US

Bryan is still knocking on the door outside. "So, are we really doing this?" He said. I heard excitement creep into his voice and he grinned.

"Yeah, we are." Running my hand down the front of his shirt, I began unbuttoning it.

"Relax, Babe. You're going to enjoy this."

"Yeah," he said. I felt nervous, and I had a little bit of fear too. This was my first time to see it, and with my husband, Pete. When his shirt was unbuttoned to where it was tucked into his pants, I eased my arms under the fabric and around his waist to hug him tight.

"It'll be fun. I picked out a really awesome guy," I said.

"Where'd you find him?" Pete asked. With a laugh, I propped my chin on his chest to look up at him.

"You'll see. Have some more wine. Dinner is almost done. We can now start the party." He sat again on the chair and ate the food that I had prepared for us. And he drank most of the wine himself; I only had one glass, and that was to calm my fluttering stomach.

What would Pete say when he found out Bryan would be joining us this evening? Would he be mad, embarrassed, shy, or what? Someone was eager to get started.

I kissed Pete's forehead and left him in the kitchen on my way to the door. When I opened it, Bryan had a nervous look while standing there, and I caught him as he was wiping his sweaty palms down the front of his jeans.

"Hi," he said in his low voice.

"Hi, sexy, come in." I said. When I turned, I saw Pete in the doorway leading to the kitchen, wine glass in hand. His eyes widened like they were looking at the 'headlights' stare. As Bryan entered, Pete shook his head.

"Sheila, no. This isn't..." I shut the door behind Bryan.

"Isn't that, Babe?"

"I can't do this," Pete whispered in a small voice.

"Don't you want to?" Bryan asked, disappointed.

Indecision warred on Pete's face. He wanted to, but yes, I could see it quite clearly in his eyes. But he didn't want to ruin their friendship. As much as he wanted to take Bryan to our bed, he didn't want s*x to come between them, especially now that we are married. I would make sure it wouldn't. Snaking an arm through Bryan. I pulled him closer to my husband and then wrapped my free arm around Pete's.

"Boys, look?" I said gently,

"This is going to be a little awkward, I know. But if anyone can make it work, we can. Bryan, you've wanted Pete forever.

"Yeah," he sighed, giving Pete a seductive grin.

"And Pete, I know you like Bryan. Maybe you can lie to yourself and say you don't find him sexy." I explained.

"I never said that," Pete hurriedly corrected me. I laughed.

"Right, well, we need some ground rules. My rule is that I get to participate." Pete said he didn't want to share me with another guy, so He interrupted me again.

"I meant some random guy," he clarified.

"If Bryan wants to fool around with you, then I'm okay with that." Pete added.

"Well, Bryan said no girl parts," I pointed out.

"It might change my mind. So, are we going to do this, or do we just talk about it the rest of the night?" Bryan said. I winked at my husband, Pete. He smiled at me, and I knew that he had now agreed to do it. So, I turned myself in and let the two talk for a while in our bedroom.

Pete finished off his final glass of wine and set it on the nearest end table. His next words came out in a breathy rush. "Hell, yeah." I heard it.

Then I go to the bathroom to change into my favorite silky pink dress. Pete had seen me naked many times, but Bryan hadn't, and I suspected I was going to be his first woman in every way, so I wanted to leave a good impression. The dress cupped my breasts, a thin wire frame lifting them prettily, and a sheer panel of black lace covered my tummy to flirt just above the dip in the tiny bikini bottoms.

I sprayed myself with my favorite perfume with aromatic but seductive scents, hitting all the erogenous zones, then fluffed my hair so it fell about my shoulders in a sexy and careless way.

Well, Bryan was in the mood; that much was obvious; he'd stripped off his shirt and jeans, which were folded neatly on the chair by the closet door. He sat on the edge of our mattress in nothing except his boxers, in front of which his sizable erection tented. He held his c**k absently in one hand, and the thin fabric outlined it perfectly. When he saw me, he let his gaze drop my body and absently squeezed his d**k.

Just the reaction I had hoped to get. No girl parts, indeed.

Pete now takes off his shirt, discarded in a heap on the floor at his feet, but his pants are still in place, and he seems to be trying to talk himself into undressing further or leaving the room altogether. He turned as I entered, his eyes tortured, his mouth twisted in fear. His gaze shifted to Bryan, and his eyes widened a little at the sight of his best friend's d**k.

"Sheila, I don't think I can go through with this," he mumbled. Bryan pleaded with me silently. It's a good thing I insisted on being present, or these two would never hook up.

"Bray, babe," I cooed, crossing the room to rub an arm down his back.

"We're only doing this for you. If you don't want to, we can stop. It's your call."

"No, I want to, but..." He trailed off, indecisiveness warring across his face.

He glanced at Bryan, or more accurately, at Bryan's sheathed c**k, thick and fat in Bryan's hand, then turned to give me a pleading look that said everything he couldn't manage to put into words.

Pete wanted this, yes, but he was too afraid to initiate it. He didn't want to mess things up, get off on the wrong foot, or ruin anything he already had with either of us.

Bryan wanted a threesome with me and his best friend Pete. I could see that written plainly on every inch of his body. But he didn't want to be the one to make the first move. So, I'm the one who started the wet party.

Dropping my hands to Pete's waist, I knelt down and unzipped his pants. Through the material, I could feel his desire; it throbbed hotly through his already stiff briefs. I peeled open his fly, then shoved his pants down around his ankles. His briefs quickly followed suit. His heavy c**k swung up to greet me like an old friend.

Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip of his p***s. I tasted salty pre-c*m and earned myself a pleasant gasp as I took Pete's c**k between my lips. I licked his length as if it were candy, from tip to base, relaxing my throat to take him all the way in. His hands fisted in my hair, and he thrust into me with a soft, "Yes, babe."