We met in a rather run-down motel which became our love nest for our regular roll in the hay and this was always the highlight of my week.  My lover thought that we should try to spice things up by trying some fun new things and he ended up talking me into trying a threesome which he said would boost my experience.  Hank was married and we got together just for the physical act, so there was no emotional love connection between us, and I figured what the hell, I would give it a try and see how it went.  Sex is complicated and I wasn’t sure how I would feel about trying something new, but I have never had the opportunity to have a threesome before, and I thought that they were merely the stuff of fantasies.  He is married and we are in an open relationship, but I thought that having another girl in the room with us was probably going to be weird, although I wondered if the connection and sensation of sex between two people feels good, would it be even better with another person.

To make sure that everyone was on board we decided to meet at a bar that was across the street from the motel, and I needed a little bit of alcohol to make me feel comfortable so I would not be worried about anything when we got to our room.  I have never had a same sex attraction before, and my lover ensured me that he would be the center of all the attention.  He said that the other girl was totally straight, but he cautioned me that you can never tell what will get somebody in the mood.  He told me that he would find it hot if us girls started kissing each other and he wouldn’t mind at all if I decided that I was heteroflexible.  I have seen many girls that I thought were cute, but I knew that if it was going to happen, it would probably just be a one-time thing.  The problem with this rendezvous today was that my sister Emily was visiting me, and I didn’t want to abandon her, so I told her about my affair, and she gave me her blessing, telling me to have a good time.  Emily lost her husband six months ago and we shared all our secrets, or at least I thought we did.  Emily told me that she wanted to start dating again, but she wasn’t sure how to do that.

Hank was at the bar when I arrived, and he handed me a martini as he kissed me.  I asked him if the other girl backed out and he assured me that she was coming, but she was going to be a little late because she was dealing with a problem she had with her sister.  I was beyond shocked when Emily walked into the bar and sat next to Hank and asked him if he got the room yet.  Emily winked at me and said, “Let’s have a good time together.  I am happy that you are willing to share, and I will be patient and wait for my turn.”  Hank introduced us to each other, and we told him that we were already acquainted with each other.  We all had a drunken buzz when we got to the room, and I unbuttoned Hank’s shirt and helped Emily out of her dress.  I knew that Emily needed this more than I did, so I told her that I would wait outside in the car for them to finish.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #193.

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