A Special Threesome for Cindy

While we normally confined our sexual activities with Bobby and Ellen Thompson, we occasionally had the opportunity to “free-lance” a bit. One of these occasions occurred when I got a phone call from Dave Gordon, an old army buddy of mine.

After I finished my tour in Vietnam, I had the opportunity to be assigned to Germany where I was worked in the S-3 shop in a supply and services battalion… an “S & S” battalion. Shortly after I got there, Dave came into the battalion and took over as the commander of the GS maintenance company and we began our friendship. We met again a few years later when we sat next to each other at the officers’ advanced course at Fort Lee.

Dave had also been “RIFfed” from the army at the same time that I was. He subsequently took a fairly responsible position in a communications company and was living and working in the Baltimore area. Dave was a dark-skinned black guy, married, with two pre-teen kids. I often thought that Dave was the blackest black guy I ever knew. However, he had a very pleasant personality, friendly, and charming with everyone he encountered.

Not wanting to have his years of Army service be lost, Dave found a slot in an Army Reserve unit and when he called me the unit was on its annual training at Fort Bragg. During the call we chatted about old times and I asked if he had training over the weekend. He said that he didn’t and I immediately invited him to our house. He was delighted and quickly accepted. However, he said that he couldn’t make it Friday evening, since the unit had their end-of-week briefing by the evaluators that night, followed by the unit party. I said I certainly understood and that we would see him on Saturday. Fortunately it was an open weekend for us, since we had been with the Thompson’s for our bi-weekly fuckfest the previous weekend.

I told Cindy about inviting him and she was delighted to meet one of my old army buddies Then she paused and suspiciously looked at me. “Oh … are you planning on any three-way action with him?” she warily asked.

“Well, I suppose that might have crossed my mind,” I replied, chuckling. She was somewhat startled when I told her that he was a black man. She was quiet for several minutes, while she mulled over the situation.

“I don’t feel just right about this,” she said. “He’s a Negro and I’ve never fooled around with a Negro before.”

“Hey,” I responded, “this might be your opportunity to find out if its true or not: Do blacks really do have bigger dicks!” Her answer was not exactly enthusiastic.

We talked about the possibility of a three-way again later that night and I calmed her fears somewhat I explained that he was a really nice guy and, as always, I would certainly never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do We left the situation at that level of understanding.

Dave arrived in Chapel Hill about four o’clock in the afternoon that next Saturday. He was his old charming self and soon had captivated Cindy completely. Later, as Dave and I grilled steaks for the meal and had a few drinks, we got talking about a little action later. Dave was enthused at the prospect of fucking Cindy, though he understood that we’d have to create the appropriate circumstances to get Cindy in the right mood.