My Very First Threesome

PROLOGUE

Growing up, I somehow knew that I preferred sexy older men to those that were my own age. I think it happened after I had secretly watched adult movies when my parents were not at home.

And, every time I saw an older man walk past me on the sidewalk, at the mall or theater I would always wonder what it would be like if I was with him. And he was with a friend that was just as sexy, and possibly the same age, it then had me thinking, 'what if I was with two older men rather than one?'

No one other than my closest girlfriends knew about my fantasy. And they would always tell me, 'try looking for them through a website that specialized in fantasies that were similar to my own.'

So, cracking my knuckles after sitting in front of my laptop, I decided, why not, and checked it out one day to see if this website was legit. The name of the site that they had given me was not only very obvious but was rather corny. I liked that corniness. The name of the site was, www.threesomes'r'us.com.

Typing up the site on the search engine, I couldn't help but gasp then giggle like a freaking school girl when the main image for the site popped up.

Then my mouth dropped open at the images that popped up on screen.

They were images of different threesome couples either in various sexually erotic positions or others where they were enjoying each others company at a romantic dinner or dancing at a nightclub

Each couple that popped up on each image were either three men, two men and a woman, two women and a man or three women.

Each image that flowed through the screen was beautiful and looked as if they had been taken by a professional photographer.

I looked around to see where I could sign up to be a possible member. Once I found it, I clicked on the sign-up button. After I had typed up all the important information that the site was asking for from my name, my age, what I did for a living, I was then sent to a section of the site that asked what my preferences were for my threesome fantasy, whether I preferred to be with two men or two women.

After I put in two men, I was sent to another section where there were more than a dozen photographs of very sexy, very shirtless men. And from the descriptions under each picture, each pair were either brothers-older and younger and/or twins-or best friends.

So I began searching, and searching, and searching...and searching until one picture caught my eye. This pair, like all the others, was sexy and shirtless, with their arms slung over each other's shoulders. They were also best friends. Ever since they had been in diapers apparently.

But these best friends were unique looking.

The one on the left, an Ezra Fiora, was wearing a pair of low slung black jeans that were ripped at the knees and looked very snug on his long muscular legs. He was about six foot six, about two hundred and twenty pounds, with a swimmers body.

He had a slightly pale skinned, strong angular face with high cheekbones that was framed by perfectly spiked shoulder-length silver hair that had streaks of royal blue running through it. He had eyes that reminded me of a bright newly bloomed blue rose, that was framed by thick dark silver lashes. He had a Romanesque nose that looked just a hair crooked as if he had been in more than one fight in his whole life.

The one on the right, his friend, a Ulysses Cortana, was wearing a matching pair of low slung black jeans that were ripped at the knees a lot more than Ezra's, but these black jeans were whitewashed. And these, as Ezra's were very snug on his muscular legs. Ulysses was a few inches taller than Ezra, about two hundred and twenty-five pounds, with the well-built body of an MMA fighter.

He, too, had an angular face like Ezra that had a honeyed olive tone to it, with the same high cheekbone structure. But the only difference was that it was framed by long midnight black hair with platinum blonde streaks, that stopped just at the top of his tailbone and was in a thick braid that was draped over Ezra's arm that was over his shoulder. His nose had a Romanesque look to it as well, Ulysses' was not crooked like Ezra's was. His eyes that were framed by dark lashes that had flecks of blue in them, reminded me of a shiny silver coin.

There was one little, almost barely noticeable imperfection on his handsome face, however; a scar that ran from the middle of his left eyebrow over his left eye, that made that eye just slightly clouded over, and stopped under his full lower lip.

In other words, they both looked like they had been painted by the famous Michelangelo. With just a few imperfections here and there.

On Ezra's muscular chest was a full top to bottom chest tattoo. Taking a closer look at the tattoo, I could clearly see that it had three people, two men and a woman standing in between them. they were embracing one another in a way that looked as if they were not wanting to let her go. The image was of them from the waist up. They were dressed like Hindu royalty. As if they were from the Mughal period.

And the way the three of them were dressed was so elaborate that it was so hard to describe.

The two men on either side of the woman looked almost identical. They were also obviously dressed exactly the same.

The male on the left looked a lot like Ezra except the colors in his hair was the other way around; instead of silver and royal blue, it was royal blue and silver. He had his head close to the woman's that looked eerily similar to me, his lips touching the red and gold silk cloth that was draped over the head.

The male on the right that looked a lot like Ulysses who had his cheek touching the crown of the woman's head and a tear running down his cheek, had the same features, hair eyes, nose, lips, everything. Including the scar on his face, which had me do a double take.

Was that intentional? I had to wonder.

I looked closely at the woman who stood in between the two men that were in both tattoos. She was dressed in a beautiful red and gold sari with the shawl draped part way over her head making her face slightly visible. My eyes widened even more than before. She...looked like...me! What the hell?!

Ulysses had an almost identical tattoo as Ezra. But in this tattoo, the three of them were dressed in the style of Victorian nobility. The Ezra lookalike was wearing a suit of royal blue and black, the woman, my uncanny lookalike, was so pale and gaunt as if she had been kidnapped and deprived of food or sunlight, and, she was wearing...a wedding dress! It was torn in places as if she had been beaten up or something. The Ulysses lookalike was wearing a suit of black and silver.

What the hell was going on here? Why did the three of them in each tattoo look like me and these three men? It made no sense...at all.

Shaking my head, I continued to look through their shared profile. I looked through Ezra's half of his profile first.

Other than showing the typical stuff, like his height weight, hair, and eye color, what interested me were his likes, dislikes, hobbies and whatever else would be there.

What piqued my interest was that one of the things that Ezra liked to do was go horseback riding on the beach, just like I did. And that was mostly at night. I knew that was strange but I prefer to ride then than during the day.

As I continued to look through more important information about them, I noticed what looked like a video of them at the very end of their profile page.

"Huh. What could this be all about?" I couldn't help but wonder out loud and clicked on the video as soon as I enlarged the video screen. And as soon as the video started, Ezra was the first to speak. His voice, as I had expected, was deep and husky, with a slight gravelliness to it. It even had a thick accent that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

As the video began playing, I could vaguely tell that they were outside, on a very sunny day out on the beach. They were in different colored surf shorts. And it looked like they had just come out of the water from a swim because they were dripping wet. The wetness of their skin helped the colors on the tattoos on their chests to stand out more.

"Hi there, ladies. As you may already know, I'm Ezra Fiora and this is my best friend and brother from another mother, Ulysses Cortana. We are here just to let anyone that is interested in being with the both of us that we would like to physically show you all what we like to do outdoors, together. So," Ezra gestured to the camera in a 'come with us' manner. "Follow us."

The cameraperson followed the men as they walked towards what looked like a large surf shed that was manned by...a woman.

No, sorry.

A teenaged girl that was very close to becoming a woman. How do I know this?

Well, for starters, she had a well-built body with ample breasts that looked to be a 35C along with a curvy hourglass figure. And, from what I could tell, just by eyeing her from where the girl was standing, she looked to be about 5'11" a hundred and ten pounds.

And very good looking.

She had the most unique hair that I had ever seen before. It was neon, different shades of neon to be exact; from an interesting shade of dark neon midnight blue, streaks of neon citrine yellow, neon-or was that metallic-silver and dark neon pink. Her hair was thick and I knew that it probably went past her perky little behind in a ponytail even though it was draped over her slender shoulder.

The girl had light caramel skin with a heart-shaped face with prominent cheekbones that was lightly reddened from the bright hot sun. She was wearing a pair of silver-framed dark aviator sunglasses that rested on a nose one would see on the portraits of beautiful Victorian women, and they prevented me from seeing what the color of her eyes was.

She had on a pair of ripped dark wash low slung blue jean short shorts that hugged her cute perky little ass in the most perfect way. She was naked from the waist up with the only thing covering her being a black tank top style bikini that was tied behind her slender neck that had a mandala pattern in multi colors and perfectly showed off her 35C breasts.

If I had to admit it, and I will, it showed off her flat tummy to perfection. She even had her bellybutton pierced. It was a silver dragon that was cradling a smallish moonstone.

Hey, just because I liked men more didn't mean that I didn't appreciate the look of a beautiful young woman just as much as the next guy.

And, she was barefoot, as you would be when you were on the beach.

Both Ezra and Ulysses went up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. Ezra spoke again and looked back at the camera. "Everyone, this is my fraternal twin sister Calypso. She is the love of my family's and my, life. And, the sole owner of this wonderfully grungy surf shack. Say hello to the ladies out there, sweet sister."

Calypso looked over at the camera that was now pointed towards her. The light redness in her cheeks that was caused by the sun darkened a little more.

Awww.

She was camera shy. How adorable.

"H-hi there, ladies. W-whoever picks my brother a-and Ulysses as their partners, please be k-kind to them and take good care of them w-whenever possible."

Both men laughed at that, albeit in a kind...way? "They don't need to worry about taking care of us, little sister. We take care of our women. End of story."

Hmmm. An old-fashioned pair of men, that was rare nowadays. But I still liked knowing that fact.

"Would you like to go surfing with us, Calypso?" Ulysses asked, leaning against the side of the shed with his muscular arms crossed over his chest in a relaxed manner.

She all but lit up at that offer. "I'd love to! That way the ladies out there, who are watching this, hello again," she says waving at the camera again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Can see you guys when you're at your best, out there," she pointed out towards the water.

After saying all of that, all in one breath, she immediately began to strip out of her shorts. And instead of the typical bikini bottoms that you would expect a girl that seemed as shy as Calypso to be wearing. It was nothing but a thong.

"Wow." I chuckled at the sight. "Definitely did not see that coming."

And the look on both men's faces was rather comical.

"Cal! W-what the f**k, sis! Why the ever loving hell are you wearing that?!"

Calypso rolled her eyes at her brother. "It came with the top, Ez! What did you want me to do, surf in my shorts?"

It was ten minutes of the siblings. It was amusing to watch, so, while that was happening, Ulysses talked at the camera.

Scoffing in both annoyance and amusement, he said, "sorry about that, ladies. This usually happens when Cal does things that neither of us is usually comfortable with. But not to worry. Their argument will not last very long. Watch."

It was an hour into the video that the trio finally went out into the water

with their surfboards.

Watching them expertly maneuver through the surf of the ocean, through three separate camera angles, was both awe-inspiring and mesmerizing. And it made me want to learn to do that as well one day.

From time to time, Calypso would maneuver her board either towards her brother or Ulysses to attempt to shove them off of their boards. Once, while Ulysses was too concentrated on moving towards or away from a wave that he wanted to test out, Calypso somehow managed to shove him all the way off his board.

I had to laugh at their silly antics. They seemed like the kind of people that I would love to hang out with or be around all the time.

After seeing that video, I checked to see if there was anything else I needed to do before picking them to be the pair that I wanted for my possible threesome.

"Oh. I guess there isn't anything else that needs to be done," I thought out loud when I see a button at the very bottom of the page that ironically says, 'I want you.'

So I clicked on that button.

When a mechanical voice says, 'thank you for choosing threesomes'r'us.com. You will get a reply to your choice within an hour. Please wait by your computer,' then I thought 'okay. This should be interesting, now that I have possibly found two men that I would want to have a threesome with.'

After that was dealt with, I got up from my desk and headed over to my walk-in closet to change into comfortable but casual clothes that I could shop for stuff in case I got a message back from the two men.

Even though I wasn't sure why at the time, I had this tingling feeling within my very soul that if and when I did meet these men in person, I wanted to dress up in a way that they would like as well as approve of.

So, as I was searching through the closet, my mind kept running through the reasons as to why the images in tattoos that they had looked exactly like the three of us since we had never met before.

And how would they have known what I looked like if they had never seen me in person before?

If anyone thought that I believed in star-crossed lovers, fate, coincidence or, hell, even reincarnation, then you have another thing coming, because that is absolute bullshit!

There was.

No.

Such.

Thing.

I mean seriously! Reincarnation? How in the hell can a person, who has once lived in whatever century, die and then be reincarnated in another body, in another life, in another continent, in another century, with another name, and then just out of the blue...remember who you supposedly once were, in your so-called past life?

I had said it once and I will say it again:

It.

Is.

Absolute...bull.

Shit!