Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  The next morning appeared in a flash and we moved around the house like zombies all day, waiting for the sun to set, signaling the onset of darkness. Our reservations were for eight- thirty, just minutes after the restaurant opened. I’d picked a satin blouse and my favorite pair of designer jeans to wear. The heels I chose were a little too tall, but they pushed my legs up and accentuated my ass when I walked, so they were appropriate from my point of view.

  I wanted to outshine Sam’s dressy plaid shirt and slim fitting Polo shorts, but he looked so damn good. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, looking me up and down. “Yes, are you?” “Of course,” he said with a smile.

  I picked up my phone while he slipped his wallet into his back pocket and picked up his phone. As I looked at my messages, my heart fell a little when I saw that Nicki had texted, and I had missed the call: “Hey, girl, I’m so sorry, but I’m not gonnabe able to make it tonight. Tell Sammy-poo that I’m sorry for being a party pooper. Jason is still coming if that makes things any betterseriously. I really am sorry. I forgot I had a meeting with one of the Canadian execs over video chat, and that’s gonna cut into dinner time, so I just decided to take a rain check. If you enjoy tonight, you know that we can just go again some other time. Well, enough of that. Take care of Jason and smooches. Call me with details, later! Bye!”

  She had texted me less than half an hour ago. How had she forgotten such an important meeting until now? Sam was studying me, and I held my phone up and showed him the text. “Nicki texted me to say she wasn’t coming tonight. It’s you me and Jason.” “What the hell, really? What happened to her?” “She forgot she had a video chat with one of the big execs of the company from Canada. She obviously can’t miss it.”“Well, that sucks. You said Jason’s still coming?”

  “Yeah.”“Well…okay,” Sam said. “That’s fine. It’s going to be a bit strange with only him there though, don’t you think?”“I don’t think so, I replied. Nicki went there with a couple of friends and she said she had a blast, and fell in love with the place. We can’t push Jason out just because Nicki bailed.” Sam nodded. “You’re right. I just want this night to be perfect for you, for both of us. We need it, you know?”“We need it, but we need each other more.”“Shit,” he said with a smile. “If you keep talking like that, we’ll never even leave.”

  Sam opened the door for me, helping me up out of the low seat of his coupe. Jason’s Hyundai Genesis was parked a few cars in front of us and he was leaning against his car door waiting for us. Pitch Black’s, as it was called, was located across the street from where we parked with a bouncer stationed out front and a few couples waiting. I could hear the low thump of tribal EDM bass oozing out of the restaurant. It wasn’t extremely loud, but it sat in my chest, making me feel a bit strange.

  “Hey, guys,” Jason greeted us with a wide smile, giving Sam a full hug before hugging me and giving me a peck on the cheek. “I’m so sorry about Nicki. She’s been acting strange all day and then as we’re getting ready, she starts freaking out about this meeting. She hadn’t mentioned it before…all week. I don’t know. I didn’t push too much because I didn’t want her to get defensive and the whole thing blow up into an argument, you know?”“Yeah,” Sam said with a smile. We’re not worried about it. We’re going to have a fucking blast anyway, right?” “I hope so. This place looks...wild. Do you hear that bass? I feel like I’m in Jumanji,” Jason said with a laugh.

  “What are we waiting for?” I whispered, hooking my arms into both Jason’s and Sam’s and pulling them quickly across the street. It was 8:15 so Jason immediately walked up to the bouncer, who looked like he’d been a linebacker in college, and whose name was Pete. You have a reservation for eight fifteen?” he asked. “No,” Sam replied, “It’s for eight-thirty, but we were hoping we could be seated a little earlier? Is that possible?”“I’ll see what I can do, my man. What’s the name?”“Peterson and Favreau.” Pete looked at the list. “My wife cancelled,” Jason explained, “It was last minute.”“As long as you’re invited by a couple, it wouldn’t matter anyway,” Pete said absently, looking down at his list. The earpiece in his ear squawked and he ignored it, looking the list over more carefully. Then he spoke into the mouthpiece and waited a few moments to get a reply while we stood there. “Okay, step inside,” he said a few seconds later. “Someone will be here to show you about.”

  “Thanks,” Sam acknowledged, smiling at him. Pete nodded as Jason pushed the door open, holding it open for Sam and I. The smell of food hit us, coupled with a musky undertone scent, something that made my lips tingle. As we entered there was a man dressed in a black vest and tie, standing behind a glass counter abundant with electronic equipment. “Hello, and welcome to Pitch Black’s,” he said with a smile. He was young, very handsome, and in good shape. “Sofia is on her way to prepare and seat you. Meanwhile, will you be paying with cash, credit, or debit? We also accept PayPal, and ApplePay.”

  I nodded to Sam and stepped forward toward his little desk. I was looking through the glass doors that led into the interior of the restaurant. The inside of the restaurant was so dark you couldn’t see anyone, and I assumed that’s why they called it, “Pitch Black’s. There was low ambient light coming from each table, and there appeared to be some rather inscrutable lights that “moved,” but the only thing I could make out were the faintest of shadows no matter how much I squinted. What the hell was this place?

  As the door opened, I confirmed that the glass wasn’t tinted, and it was indeed a pitch black interior. Black lights on the ceiling gave off a strange glow. The music was Middle Eastern, influenced with some sort of primal tribal beat underneath. “Babe,” Sam said, nudging me. I looked at him. “There aren’t any menus. They serve you a bit of everything on big platters and the only drink they have besides water is a Mediterranean wine made of fermented dates.”“What?”“Yeah, we’ve already paid for the food and left a tip. When we’re finished, we can leave. But they bring you as much food as you like.”

  The woman, Sofia had been standing patiently waiting for us to finish. She was beautiful, with an olive complexion and very dark hair. She was squeezed into a form-fitting skirt with a black shirt and vest. “Hello, I’m Sofia. Sorry about the wait, but if you’ll follow me, please, I’ll bring you to the changing rooms and you can place your things in the safety lockers.” This place was very strange. “Ch—changing rooms?” Jason stuttered. “What are you talking about?”She smiled, leading us back through the door and into the darkness. I followed her and realized that the soft bobbing light I’d seen moving about before was attached to her back.

  We made our way along, single file and only able to see a few feet in front of us. I could tell we were walking along a path because I could see sunken tables in cubby holes, surrounded by pillows on either side. Some of the cubbies were empty, but most of them were filled, with up to six people, talking and drinking. I could hear voices and faintly make out shapes, but the dim lighting on the round tables barely illuminated the food. I stumbled as I watched a woman’s hand move about near the light on the table, searching for more food. It slipped off and I heard her gasp and then giggle. A male’s voice matched her own, his laugh much deeper. “Keep up,” Jason whispered.

  She led us into some well-lit changing rooms, segregated for men and women. Jason and Sam received keys for lockers and stepped inside. Sofia handed me a key and I stepped into the women’s side. It was basically a glorified locker room. There was no one inside, save a single female attendant. I opened my locker, but there were no clothes anywhere in sight. “Excuse me,” I said. “Where are the clothes?”“What, ma’am?” the woman asked with a cheery smile. “These are changing rooms, right? What are we changing into?” “Oh. These are lockers for your clothing and personal belongings. This is a nude restaurant. Both the servers and the patrons are in the nude.

  I gawked at her. I was so pissed at Nicki, what the hell had she gotten me into? I stripped out of my clothes, still bolstered by the beli
ef that my best friend wouldn’t lead me astray. As I stripped, I could feel my nipples getting hard. The low, steady beat of the music encouraged me to leave my clothes and my inhibitions behind.

  When I stepped outside, Sofia had turned the light out in the small hallway. I could tell that there was a man near me, but I didn’t know whether it was Sam or Jason. Yes, it was that dark. I couldn’t tell my fair-skinned husband apart from his chocolate-skinned best friend. “Is everyone here?” Sofia asked, her voice changing a bit. We all sounded off and she silently and followed her forward using the dim glow from the light on her back to orient our direction. She stopped at a cubby and pressed a button. Steps appeared that glowed with an internal built-in light. I could see our feet and a few of the pillows at the edge of the table, but nothing else. “Food and drink will be served shortly. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.”

  Jason slipped into the booth first. I could hear him settle himself against the soft pillows with a sigh. I slid in next and Sam last. We couldn’t really see anything. “This is fucking amazing,” Sam said. “I love it here.” “It’s crazy,” Jason whispered. A moment later, a server stopped at the table and placed some glasses on the table. I could smell her perfume, but couldn’t see her. As she stepped back, she slipped and Jason scrambled blindly to catch her. I could barely make out what was happening as she whispered her thanks to him, but they didn’t move for what it seemed like several tense moments before Jason replied. Then she took off quickly and left the three of by ourselves.

  “What was that about?” Sam inquired. “I’m blind as a fucking bat over here.”A low moan rose from somewhere near us, and my ears piqued. I could feel my heart flutter as I heard the unmistakable, muted sound of flesh slapping lightly together. “What the hell is going on in this place?” “That server girl fell on me,” Jason said, from across the small table. “She’s naked?” Sam asked. “We’re all naked,” I reminded him, but saying it aloud made my pussy quiver a little. All of a sudden I felt daring, and dirty.

  “She was wet, I swear,” Jason remarked. “No way,” I whispered. I heard the sound of him sucking his fingers. “Oh yeah, she was wet. No mistaking that.” “What the fuck, man,” Sam whispered, adjusting himself a bit. I moved over to give him some room and bumped into Jason’s outstretched arm. I was completely sandwiched in between the two naked men.

  A moment later, I felt Sam’s hand slip onto my thigh and my leg jerked in surprise. I felt Jason move in response to it, but he didn’t say anything. Sam’s hand traveled up my smooth thigh to my pussy and I caught my breath as his fingers gently probed through the moist outer lips of my pussy, searching for my clit. When he felt that my pussy was wet, he stopped. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. “What?” Jason asked on my right side. “Nothing,” Sam mumbled, rubbing my clit. I felt fire in my lower body immediately, and I reached out for a pillow to grip. Instead, my groping hand found the top of Jason’s. He didn’t move, and neither did I. I didn’t want him to know that Sam was trying to make me cum, only an arm’s length away from where he was sitting!

  The first tray of hot food arrived and we stopped to eat. The food was delicious. I drained my first glass of wine in moments and reached for a refill, carefully groping around the dark table. Our hands met repeatedly. Then I leaned forward to reach for a piece of sweetbread and Jason’s arm passed under my armpit, brushing across my breast and stiff nipple. I jerked back a little, knocking over a cup. “Shit,” I muttered.

  “I’m sorry,” Jason immediately apologized, reaching over in the confined space to cordon off the spill. Sam leaned over me as he attempted to wipe up the spill and I felt the length of his hot cock against my arm. As I fumbled for the napkins I felt his arm, and he touched my shoulder with his large hand, and ran it down my arm. Gooseflesh appeared in the wake of his touch and I felt the nubs of my nipples stiffen and tingle with the sensory overload.

  “I’ve got them,” he said, taking the napkins from my hand. “Okay,” I whispered my heart racing, and my pussy getting more hot and moist by the moment. No one could see anything, but every touch sent trails of fire over my skin and the strong throb of my husband’s cockhead against my side allowed me to understand that he was very turned on.

  I felt the boldness of arousal flood my system as my hands explored both the table and the entire area surrounding it, slipping over shoulders and strong triceps, thighs and ribs. My fingers finally settled lightly around my husband’s stiff cock and he grunted audibly, his hips jerking up at the table. “Huh?” Jason asked. We both grew totally still and that allowed my hearing to adjust to the background noise. The staff had mostly disappeared, leaving the horny patrons to frolic in their own personal worlds, and they were indeed frolicking hard. The couple nearest to us was obviously fucking judging by the sound of heavy, rhythmic slapping. The throbbing bass of the music was undercut by the sound of low moans and whispers all around us.

  My husband’s cock twitched, and I knew he was hearing what I was hearing. Jason hadn’t said anything. The waitress returned one more time, replacing the half-eaten tray of food with a fresh one. I made out the shadow of Jason’s arm slipping up her side. “Sir,” she whispered. “On Saturday night, the servers are off- limits.”

  My heart jumped in my chest. This place was definitely stranger than I’d imagined. The server left and I began slowly pumping my husband’s hard cock. He was leaning against the pillows, eating quietly so that Jason wouldn’t suspect anything. Then I reached over and reached for Jason’s cock. I knew he’d be hard, if Nicki’s stories about him were true. My fingers closed lightly around his thick shaft which was already oozing pre-cum. He snorted as a reflex, but quickly turned it into a cough.

  My hands were shaking slightly as I pumped my husband’s cock and the cock of his best friend at the same time, while they ate. My pussy got very wet, as my fingers became wetter and wetter with their arousal. My cunt began to throb, aching to be filled by one or both of the cocks I was stroking. I heard Sam say, “Jason, how you holding up, man?”“Huh?”“Well, I don’t know about you, but if she keeps stroking me like this, I’m gonna explode.”

  I looked Sam in the darkness, knowing I couldn’t see his face, but looking anyway. I didn’t stop stroking, though, as they both shifted closer to me. We were shoulder to shoulder to shoulder now, and I finally felt their hands roaming over my body, caressing and pinching my tits. Then Sam’s fingers moved back to my clit while Jason’s strong hand burrowed underneath the pillow. I leaned to the side so he could slip two fingers into my pussy. I sat back and buried them as he moved them back and forth. “Fuck,” I whispered, still stroking them both. “I think I will,” Sam grunted, grabbing my thigh and pulling me over until I was straddling his crotch. He guided me down onto his hard cock, while I continued to stroke Jason. His cock was still in my hand and I knew he wasn’t very far away from explosion, and neither was I. Then Sam buried his hot cock as deep into my pussy as our position would allow. He gripped my hips, straightened his legs and began bouncing me up and down lightly on his cock.

  Pleasure rippled through me. His fingers gripped my hips harder as his pace increased. I could feel his hot breath as he grunted, and using his hips to keep me moving, he reached up with one hand to grab my breast. I leaned over, searching for Jason’s mouth. He felt my hot breaths near his face and leaned in, kissing my chin before locating my mouth and locking onto my lips..

  Sam could hear us kissing, and I felt him shudder. He cursed, stroking up into me hard enough to force a moan out of my mouth. His hand moved from my breast to my pussy, furiously rubbing my sensitive clit. I squeezed and squeezed around him as I felt a familiar tingle run over my skin. I broke away from Jason’s mouth to let out another moan. Jason’s hands cupped my bouncing breasts as Sam groaned again. My creamy pussy was working wonders on him. A few strokes later my orgasm broke over me like a raincloud, showering my entire body in pleasure. I stiffened at the sensory overload, clenching around Sam’s cock.

  “Amazin
g” I whimpered, trembling against the strong waves. My pulse was rushing in my head like a strong wind. Sam cursed again, his voice merely a squeak as he thrust up into me once more before exploding hard, splattering my clenching insides with his semen. I could feel his spasms as he creamed with his sweaty fingers grasping me desperately. He shuddered before letting out a low gasp and cursing under his breath, rocking gently into me as his orgasm subsided. “Ohhhh… you’re amazing.” He kissed my back a few times, still breathing hard.

  Almost before Sam finished, Jason pulled me off Sam’s soon to be wilting cock, desperately situating me over his own hard dick while Sam’s cum drizzled over his erection like white syrup. I held my breath for the feel of his cock stretching my wet hole. He impaled me in one thrust, raggedly shoving me down to his hilt. Pleasure burned through my chest, through my veins. He leaned down, almost horizontal on the pillows and held my hips motionless while he pounded up into me, rocking me with his quick thrusts.

  I’m sure we were flinging cum over the food that still sat on the table. The sloppy sound of Jason’s stiff cock plunging into me wasn’t muted at all. Fuck it, let them all hear us. I didn’t care. I’d barely come down from Sam’s orgasm as Jason quickly pushed me up the slope to another. I stiffened, rubbing my clit as he bucked into me. I exploded suddenly over the edge, almost throwing myself off Jason’s cock as I gushed on his huge member. He cried out, gripping my hips and pulling me down into several hard thrusts before exploding hard.

  I could feel the heavy spasms of his orgasm, his teeth against my back as I convulsed once again with a less intense orgasm. I sat there on him as he emptied himself. Sam was silent beside us, and we could hear Jason’s heavy breaths. “Four days I’ve been saving that up for you,” he whispered into my back. I gently dismounted from his cream-covered erection and sat down in between them. Then I heard the click of high heels coming toward us. “Is your party ready to depart?” Sofia inquired, her voice drifting out of the darkness.