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After that second night with James, we actually didn’t see him for a while. Emma and I both started to wonder if he was too weirded out or that we couldn’t get back to being our normal selves. He finally texted and we met him for drinks and he said he was worried the same about us. We all assured each other that wasn’t the case and ended up having a normal hang out situation that night.
Emma and I had a trip planned that following week to San Diego. As drinks flowed it became a topic of discussion. Where we were staying, what we were gonna do, etc. suddenly Emma blurted out “why don’t you just come with us?” This sort of caught me off guard. I was generally ok with the idea but sitting there thoughts formed in my head. That maybe Emma was a little too interested in him. I have always been confident in my sex skills and cock size but suddenly I was having worries that she found him more desirable. James agreed to go and my worries subsided with a few more drinks.
In the coming days it came up a few times. I asked Emma if that was the case and she reassured me that it wasn’t. Then I realized I was maybe sabotaging myself. She started suggesting we didn’t do it again. Not with James anyway. But I didn’t want that. I trusted him and those nights were the biggest thrills of my life. Basically I gave myself a mental prep talk and went to work making sure she understood it was fleeting jealousy and I wasn’t having a serious issue with it. We discussed whether we would get into sexy situations with James and decided to play it by ear. We were not a “throuple” as they call it these days. There was no romantic chemistry between them. We just wanted him in bed with us.
Arrangements were made and on that Friday afternoon we got off work early and made the drive from Tucson to San Diego. It was a normal trip. Small talk, music, a few pit stops. We were all in good spirits with the weekend ahead. It was hot as hell in AZ and it was refreshing as we hit the mountains before descending to the coast where it was only in the 70s. The hotel we stayed at was near the beach and we settled in and immediately decided to hit the beach. We had some drinks in the sun and swam a bit.
James mentioned that he knew of a nude beach nearby (Blacks Beach) and jokingly suggested we go. We kind of laughed it off but it put the idea in my head. Buzzed, we returned to the room to get ready to go out for dinner. The hotel room was a nice suite. Emma’s parents had footed the bill. We had the bedroom and the couch pulled out for James. Emma hit the shower while James and I got dressed and had a beer. The bathroom door swung open and out came Emma in a towel. I couldn’t help but notice James watching her as she made her way to the bedroom. Weeks prior, before we had had our threesome, he would have been too shy but now he was pretty brave about it. Just taking her in. I was relieved to find it not bothering me. In fact I was fantasizing about him pulling her towel off of her.
She came out of the bedroom a while later, dolled up for a night on the town. She had a black dress on and James complimented it. We took a cab to a restaurant and had dinner. Then to a brewery. By then we were pretty loose. We found a bar that was super loud and found ourselves wanting to get a little more mellow so we went back to the room and got back into our swimsuits and went to the beach with a bag of beers.
Gotta pause there. Sorry to leave this with no action. I have somewhere to be. To be continued.
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