Free Sex Stories: Threesomes

Fun threesomes, bisexual threesomes, cheating threesomes, and just plain old dirty ones

Kelly Fucks Brent for the First Time

threesome photo of two men and one woman

Photo by Guy New York

Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral, the dirtiest book in the world.)

The Taste of Never Ending Summer

One summer afternoon, years ago, three friends found a fleeting moment of bliss that meant nothing at all.

“I’ll go in if you guys go first,” she said, her voice a challenge and an invitation. All three of us stood on the rock looking down at the smooth lake with sweat running down our bodies soaking our clothes. We had hiked for over an hour to find the spot, and now that we arrived, the thought of jumping into the ice cold water was the only thing I could think of.

“We’re in,” Marcus said without hesitating for a second. Getting him naked was not rocket science, and in this case, it was already an inevitability. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts, and then dove into the water without so much as a splash. I was right behind him, and the water welcomed me with chilly arms that sucked the heat from my body in a single blow.

We turned, treading water a few feet away as she pretended shyness. She took off her hat, slipped out of her sandals, undid her dress, and made a show of folding it on the rocks. With her back to us, she undid her bra before stepping out of her panties. And then, before we could shout our encouragement, she turned and dove head first into the water as graceful as a gymnast.

We kicked and splashed in the sun, and we must have laughed more than anything else because all I remember about our swim is that it was silly and fun. All I remember about our swim is her naked body brushing against me beneath the water, and the tension of hope filling my lungs with each passing minute. When Marcus finally climbed onto the rock to lay back in the sun, I remember nothing at all except that we dragged our bodies up next to him.

And maybe I don’t remember that much afterward either. Maybe we promised not to talk about it, and maybe her kiss wasn’t cold at all. Maybe her lips weren’t blue and maybe my hand didn’t instantly move to her thigh as she lay back between us on the hard hot stone. It’s possible that they didn’t kiss at all, although I suspect their lips did some of everything.

In my memory her breasts practically glowed in the sun, the tiny hairs on her body standing out in the light reflecting everything. Her neck tasted of sunscreen and her hands were as curious as ours. In my blur of a memory, in my heat-stroke, sun-bleached, twenty-year-old hormone-addled memory, her cunt tasted of never ending summer.

I like to think she took me into her mouth as he entered her slowly from behind, and I like to think that he pushed her down upon me so I could kiss her one more time. Maybe someone’s hand guided me into her as well, and maybe she sat atop me for hours at a time, her pelvis pushing down to mine as we fucked slowly beneath the envious sun. In a dream he came as she opened her mouth, letting everything run down her body and mine, and in the next dream, she held me in her hand as I burst forth into the blue sky to the sounds of her ecstatic moan.

I know that two of us slid back into the water and spread her thighs as wide as they could go, and I know our mouths found her skin and her happiness, and that moment is more real than everything else. Our fingers and tongues entered her, teased her, and loved her until she cried out into the hills and the birds took flight across the other side of the lake. I kissed his full soft lips and she laughed as she grasped us each by the hair before sliding down into the chilly water between us.

One summer afternoon, years ago, when the sun was not quite so hot, and the woods were sacred and wild, three friends climbed a mountain, discovered the gift of water, got drunk on each other’s lips and thighs, and called down the cloudless sky with our cries of love and release.

One summer afternoon, years ago, we fucked on a flat hard rock overlooking a pristine pool of water, and I like to think that even then, even on that brief day of freedom, that some part of me knew nothing would ever be as good again, and that was just as it should be.

A Sweet and Sloppy Threesome

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

We were in the middle of drinking through her sorrow when she kissed me.

It had been a rough afternoon with a lot of tears as she told us about her breakup, and we poured whiskey into the wound like we had a prescription. We laughed in the quiet moments, and we tried to cheer her up with words when there were no words that would work.

“That was better,” she said leaning back. I shook my head because we had never kissed before, and Rob just smiled because he didn’t know what else to do. Which is when she turned and kissed him too.

“Did that help as well?” I asked, moving in between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s a start,” she said, pulling me closer. I could see the change in her eyes and I could hear it in her voice. It was part anger, part desire, and part grief, and it made the room start to wonder what was next.

She kissed me again as Rob’s hand slid under her shirt, and by the time her hand moved to my belt his mouth was on her bare stomach and moving south. Her words turned to mumbles as she pulled me from my jeans and all I could think about was how badly I wanted her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as Rob opened his mouth between her legs, the cotton soaked through before he pushed it to one side. But then her mouth was back on me, sucking my cock in frantic gasps as I gripped her hair and closed my eyes.

“I want to be fucked,” she said looking up as the world stopped to breathe. A silence hung in the air because neither one of us had done more than hug her before and it was a cold afternoon with whiskey and tears and my god did we want her too.

Rob moved up her body removing clothes as he went, and we were done talking. My shirt, his pants, her bra, they all found a pile on the floor before he pulled her onto his body as he fell back onto the bed. His fingers were between her legs, opening her as I watched, and then it was my turn to taste her as she spread her thighs wide and grabbed me tighter.

“Now,” she moaned as I moved up, pushing her down onto him, his back to the bed and his cock against her ass as he grabbed her breasts, bit her neck, and tried desperately to touch all of her at once. I found my way into the tangle of limbs and rubbed against her wet cunt for exactly four seconds before I was inside her and she was kissing him and moaning my name.

Somehow he held her still, pressed between us as we fucked, and when I kissed her neck and then his mouth it didn’t matter at all. She turned and watched us kiss, my cock still inside her, and I think I saw her start to cry once more.

In a blur of movement, she ended up on her back with Rob between her legs, fucking her as she took me into her throat again and again. I kissed him once more and then pulled on her hair, and the music got louder and his voice grew deeper and for those long minutes in her tiny bedroom on her tiny bed we were the only thing that mattered.

Some of it’s a blur of saliva and come as we scratched and cried, climbing one peak and then another before starting all over again. He got me hard in his mouth when I didn’t think it was possible, and she pushed him out of the way to take him inside her again.

In the end, I held her in my lap, growing soft within her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and she let her head fall onto my shoulder. He touched my hair and I felt his fingers as I took his hand.

“Are you okay?” I finally whispered, looking down into her deep brown eyes.

“I think so,” she said quietly. She turned, almost shy for the first time all day and she touched her lips to Rob’s for a long second. She did the same to me before leaning back and smiling. I kissed her collarbone and she giggled. He nibbled her ear and she laughed.

“At least I’m with friends,” she said.

“Friends who love you,” I whispered.

“Friends who aren’t done fucking me?” she asked with a grin.

And then it was tangled limbs and a different sort of tears as we laughed and smiled then laughed some more.

A Horrible Threesome

“I want you to be mean,” she said. “Both of you.”

I smiled at him as we leaned back, rethinking our approach in a simple exchange of glances. We spent six minutes and thirty-two seconds negotiating just what “mean” meant to her, and then we were done. We got up off the bed, the instructions clear in our minds, leaving her a quivering mass of anticipation as we adjusted our clothes while looking down on her.

“You’re really a filthy little cunt, aren’t you?” he asked, shaking his head.

“I’m not!” she said, her eyes opening wide, even as she let slip a tiny grin.

“Just a dumb whore who needs to be fucked,” I said, taking a step closer.

“Please,” she whined, “just leave me alone. I promise I’m a nice girl.”

Six slaps, eight buttons, one bra strap, and a loud tear of fabric later, she was naked between us, and our hands were on our cocks. We knelt above her, pinching and grabbing her as we moved her about, forcing her legs open wider than was comfortable. When I spit on her the first time she moaned, and by the time he shoved two fingers inside her she was so wet we could hear it.

“Cunts like you were made for sucking cock,” he growled, shoving his fingers between her lips as I undid my jeans inches from her face. She licked her own excitement from his skin as I gripped my cock and grabbed her by the hair. When I pulled her to me, I didn’t stop until I was buried in her throat as far as I could go. She gasped and gagged as I fucked her mouth, and he didn’t once stop calling her names.

Working his own jeans open, he spread her legs wide once more before crawling between them. My fingers were on her nipples, pinching as hard as I could while she cried about my cock. She writhed on the bed in beautiful agony as he slapped her thighs and cunt even as he rubbed against her folds.

“Little sluts like you get fucked, because you’re not good for anything else. Isn’t that right?” I said, letting her breath for just a moment. She nodded her head, agreeing with every word as he pushed inside her, and I spit once more, this time spraying her face before fucking her mouth once more.

“Oh shit,” she moaned when she came up for air once more. “Use me, you bastards. Fuck me so goddamn hard.”

He slammed into her as I did the same to her mouth, and by the time we switched places she had already come around his cock. I leaned up as I pounded her cunt and wrapped both hands around her neck as he continued to use her mouth.

“This is what happens,” I whispered. “This is what happened to little girls who like to tease.”

Within minutes I was kissing her lips, sticky with his come, as I exploded inside her. She was crying and laughing at the same time as we convulsed on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and everything else. He collapsed next to her, kissing us both as we struggled to breathe once more.

“You were so mean!” she said, looking at us both. “So very mean.”

“Too mean?” I asked, falling next to her on the other side.

“Never,” she whispered, taking our hands in hers. “Not even close.”

An Easy Threesome

Threesome photo by Guy New York

I remember in college a random dude on my hall saying something like, “No one has ever actually had a threesome. People just talk about it.” And I’m sure I sounded like an asshole telling him I had probably had five or six? It was hard to count but they were fun and pretty easy and one of my favorite things when it comes to sex.

And he looked at me like I was crazy and I didn’t know what to say because trying to prove a claim like that would just make it worse.

But that night I went upstairs to see the girl I was fucking (she insisted we weren’t dating for the six months we hung out) and she had a friend over. So we got drunk on bad wine and looked out the window at the quad as we lolled about on the couch until I told them about my conversation. And that was really all it took.

He started kissing her neck and she just looked at me and shrugged. So I kissed the other side of her neck as she fell into the couch pillows between us. He pulled off her shirt, I pulled off his shirt, and we must have just kissed for an hour. Sure there were hands on bodies, and some serious grinding going on, but it took a long time before he knelt on the floor between us and began moving back and forth between sucking my dick and eating her pussy.

She laughed and held my hand as we watched him and it was funny and ridiculous and amazing all at the same time. When he finally climbed back onto the couch with his cock in his hand and an eager smile that let us know he thought a reward was due, I simply positioned myself behind her as she sucked his cock and we fucked like we usually do. I leaned over her so I could watch, because what’s the point of a threesome if you don’t get a close-up view of your girlfriend sucking a beautiful cock? And course what’s the point of having a beautiful cock in your face if you don’t get to suck it too and my god the expression on her face as she watched me lick him from tip to balls while I somehow managed not to slip out of her.

I came pretty darn quickly after that, because…well because it was fucking hot. And then she lay down on her back with her head on my lap as he moved between her legs, tasting her one more time before sliding a condom on and then fucking her slowly for the next hour. They kissed and I tousled his hair, but he moved inside her as she begged for it harder, and it felt so normal I almost forgot what they were doing.

She managed to make herself come through some deft finger work and demanding he lift her hips up and hit her in just the right spot with his beautiful cock. She clenched around him and stopped laughing as she came, her other hand gripping mine the whole time. I kissed her eyes and brushed her hair back and she kept on coming, which finally pushed him over the edge too. If I remember right, he did the old pull out, throw the condom somewhere quick, and then come all over her stomach and breasts.

And it was sweet and hot and fun and easy and as we lay there covered in sweat and some come and maybe a bruise or two, I realized that maybe I loved her even if I wasn’t supposed to say it. Not because she fucked her old friend, but because there wasn’t a single moment of fear or doubt all evening, and if that isn’t grace then I don’t know what is.

The next morning the dude on my floor walked by me with some friends and yelled at me from halfway across the lawn, “have any good threesomes lately?”

And I gave him the finger and smiled and there wasn’t anything that needed to be said after that.

Sometimes people have threesomes, and sometimes they’re easy as pie and more fun than a bathtub of puppies. And my god, could those two fuck.

A MMF Threesome from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral

Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From my full-length erotic novel Disgusting Beautiful Immoral)

A Horrible Chaperone

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Mr. B. was sleeping next to us in the tent for exactly this reason.

We were quiet, but no matter how hard we tried we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and we definitely couldn’t fall asleep. They had forced us to sleep in separate sleeping bags, put a teacher in the tent with us, and waggled fingers at us while reminding us that one of us had a boyfriend who wasn’t on the trip.

But her kiss was warm in the cold and the rest was impossible. We had hiked all day through the snow, our bodies were exhausted and beaten, and we had talked. Maybe that shouldn’t be enough, but we confessed too many things to hold back. She said she was filthy and I told her I had wanted her for too long. There were secrets shared, desires extolled, and then finally just as we crawled into bed, there were promises made.

He snored beside us as we undid the zippers that cacooned us in our separate places. With the bags open, we slipped into each other’s arms, hands finding skin beneath the layers of clothing. When I got a hand between her thighs she was wet already and when she finally released me into her waiting hand, I was hard in spite of the cold.

“I want you so fucking badly,” I said, fingering her as she jerked me off with slow deliberate strokes.

“I want you too,” she moaned, kissing me again. “I don’t care that he’s here. Let him watch, just fuck me already.”

Before I could respond she leaned down and took me into her mouth, her lips opening around my cock, and for a moment I thought I might come right then. But she didn’t stay there long even as the temperature in the tent went up a hundred degrees. His eyes were still closed, but it was hard to tell about the snoring, and suddenly I didn’t care at all. He should have heard us by now, he should have stopped us by now, and if he hadn’t, then it meant only one thing.

“Do it,” she said, pushing her pants, long underwear, and panties down around her knees. She turned her back to me and leaned forward as she faced our silent teacher. “Fuck me. Just fuck me already.”

I bit the back of her neck as I pulled her hips to me, trying to part her legs enough to get closer. I held my cock in one hand as I rubbed against her, both of us no longer in control of anything. She reached back and spread her lips open, and I tried again, this time finding her entrance with ease. I groaned as I pushed forward and then it was done and I could feel her around me and nothing had ever felt better in my whole goddamn life. Her cunt was warm and wet and nothing mattered but fucking her in the cold darkness.

Her moans were quiet but distinct, and when I finally looked up his eyes were open. She leaned forward even more, and I could barely hear her whisper as she reached out with one hand.

“He’s fucking me so hard, Mr. B. He feels so fucking good.”

I watched in shock as he took her hand and brought it to his lips, sucking two fingers between them without saying a word. We didn’t stop, although I slowed down just enough to keep myself from coming. Whatever was happening, we weren’t getting thrown out of the tent let alone school. He moved quietly but deliberately as he unzipped his own sleeping bag, and it was clear what he had been doing: his cock was out and hard in his hand.

“Oh fuck that’s hot,” she said, letting him suck her fingers deeper into her mouth. “Your cock is so beautiful Mr. B.”

Before I knew what was happening he had one hand is her hair as he pushed her down, and I followed as best I could, holding onto her hips for dear life. I slipped out of her, and just as I tried to reconnect, I was stopped short by the vision of her mouth opening around his thick cock. He thrust his hips up, making her take all of it in one gasp, and then he began to fuck her as he groaned.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, and it took me a few moments to realize he was talking to me. I grabbed her ass and pushed back inside her. I swear the tent vanished as we fucked, and I couldn’t stop to even think about what was happening. I fucked her as she sucked his cock, and not once did he let go of her hand, her tiny fingers buried so deep in his mouth I thought he might gag on them.

“I want you to fuck me too Mr. B.,” she said, looking up for just one moment and I knew it was done. “Please, I want this cock too.”

I grabbed her hips even as he pushed her head back down around him. I pushed deeply inside her as I started to come, and he didn’t let her go for an instant. I could hear her choking even as she clenched around me, and he thrust his hips faster as he used her mouth by one hand in her hair. He finally let go of her fingers and bit his lip, closing his eyes as he came too.

I rolled back and looked up at the roof of the tent, wondering what the fuck had just happened, but they weren’t done. His hands were all over her, and someone they both managed to get her clothes off in the darkness.

“Come here,” he demanded, and I rolled back to her side as his hands slid up and down her naked body. “Kiss her again, and touch her. Let me watch you two freaks until I’m hard again.”

“Are you serious?” She asked, opening her legs to my fingers one more time.

“Why do you think I offered to watch you two?” he said, his hand on his cock as he watched me kiss her neck and her chin.

“To keep us from doing anything stupid?” I asked looking up as he crawled between her legs. She looked down, her eyes open wide as he rubbed against her, his cock nearly hard once more.

“Yeah, that was it,” he said. “To keep an eye on you two. To make sure nothing happened.”

“You’re not doing a good job of it,” she said, reaching down and taking him in her hand.

“No,” he said, plunging into her waiting cunt. “I’m really not.”

A Hundred Ways to Share: an erotic short story

a threesome with two white men and a white woman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman for Quickies New York

I like watching her fuck. I don’t think it’s all that complicated, but I do occasionally realize that the world doesn’t look at everything the same way I do. But in this case, I suspect more people lie about it than anything else. I mean come on, it’s hot as hell to watch people get it on, and if one of those people happens to be my girlfriend, it’s even hotter. She gets what she wants, I get what I want, so what’s the big deal?

There are a hundred ways to do this, but we’ve found the one that works for us. Some people need the thrill of cheating, some want to be tied up and forced to watch, and some want to get drunk at a swinger party and just see what happens. Some guys like the humiliation of watching a dude with a big cock bang their wife while they watch from the corner and some guys prefer to hold their girl down and direct all the action.

Which is where we come in. We have a pretty typical relationship, at least for the times, which involves me generally telling her what to do. At least in the bedroom. Look, we’ve unpacked all our patriarchal training, we’ve passed our good feminist exam with flying colors, and we’re damn good at communicating. And we know what we like, which in this case is me telling my girl to fuck other people. Most often while I’m there doing other horrible things to her. Honestly, I think it’s pretty damn romantic, even if I understand not everyone feels the same which. Which is fine by me. You do your shit, and I’ll do mine.

The first time wasn’t perfect, but it never is, so don’t judge me by that one time. We had only been dating for a few months, and we were in that in between stage where we hadn’t really talked about being committed but also weren’t talking about other people. At least not to each other. We hung out three of four nights a week, sometimes more, and we went out for breakfast on the weekends after late night parties with mutual friends. It was a good relationship, even if it was new, and we laughed our asses off, fucked like animals, and drank through our hangovers when necessary. Like I said, we were good.

Normally I would have found a better way to bring up my turn-ons, but I had already grown so used to just saying what was on my mind, that I didn’t really bother to do the grunt work. We were hanging out one night at my place, just drinking a bottle of wine and watching Netflix when I mentioned that my buddy Marcus thought she was super hot. She raised an eyebrow at me, but she didn’t say anything, which I thought was probably a good sign. So I kept on going.

“Do you think he’s cute too?” I asked, totally casually.

“He’s alright, why?”

See, she was super blunt about it, so there was no use beating around the bush. There was no use hemming and hawing as if I hadn’t basically already asked the damn question.

“He wants to chill some time,” I said, with a shrug. “And I thought if you were into it, you guys might want to fuck.”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” she said, more quietly than I expected. I was nervous for a moment, but I wasn’t terrified. If she said no then we’d move on, although to be honest, I have never had a girl say no to that. I don’t mean specifically Marcus, I just mean the offer in general.

“It could be fun,” I said, trying to keep it nonchalant. “But it’s not a big deal. Just thought I’d offer since he can’t stop talking about you, and I’ve seen you flirt with him.”

“Are you jealous?” she asked without even a hint of accusation in her voice. Sarah was an odd duck, I already knew that, but she never reacted exactly the way I expected.

“Maybe a little?” I said, going with complete honesty. “But that’s not really what it’s about. You two flirt, he thinks you’re hot, so I thought I’d offer. Besides, I think it would fun to watch.”

“Okay,” she said, and that was it. There was no more conversation, no more negotiation, and no more communication. And you know what? I was fine with that. I didn’t need a huge conversation about it, and I didn’t need it to turn into some big ordeal. It was a simple question and she had answered it. Sure, she had told me. She’d bang my friend if I wanted her to. Why the hell not?

Two days later I invited him over, and the rest is history. It wasn’t the least awkward threesome I’ve ever had, but it worked out alright in the long run. We all took our time that night, and I realized within the first hour that if shit was actually going to happen, then I was going to be the one to do it. So, after we had all had a few drinks, I stood up, smiled at them both and invited them to join me in the bedroom. Sarah shrugged, Marcus smiled, and the three of us left our glasses on the coffee table as we made for the sanctity of my king size bed.

“Why don’t you sit,” I said to him, resting my hands on Sarah’s shoulders. He sat down like he was told, and she didn’t say a damn word as I held her firmly. She was used to me being in control when it came to sex so why should this be any different?

“You’ve been staring at my girlfriend for the last two months, so I figured I’d show you more,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head before either of them could respond. He sighed as her bare breasts came into view, and I’m pretty sure I felt her shiver for a moment. As for me, I was hard as a rock and there was no hiding it. I undid her jeans slowly as he looked her up and down, and I could instantly feel the tension in the room grow to the perfect level.

“What do you think?” I asked when she was standing in front of him in just her panties.

“She’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled, unable to look away.

“Do you want to see more?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said, as he stood up almost like he couldn’t help himself. He was only inches in front of her, and there was no going back. I slid the cotton down over her ass until she was wearing nothing at all, and Marcus instantly reached one hand out to touch her hip. I pushed them ever so slightly closer together, and I could hear her breathing get quicker with each second.

“Tell me, Sara,” I whispered, as his hand moved up to her breasts. She arched her back and her nipples hardened in a second. “Do you want to fuck my friend?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it, and I knew he did too.

“Tell him then,” I said, my hand sliding down her back, over her ass, and then between her legs. She was soaking wet already, and I knew it was done. There was no going back now.

“I want to fuck you,” she said so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her. But instead of throwing her down, he looked up shyly and smiled at us both.

“I want you too,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her. I watched as I fingered her, and it was sweet and tender. Not exactly what I was looking for, but what can you do? Some people are just sweet and there’s no use trying to avoid it.

“Why don’t you suck his dick for me,” I said, pushing her down and breaking their kiss in an instant. And then it’s all a bit of a blur, to be honest. Maybe it’s because it was the first time and my adrenaline was pumping so hard there was nothing left to do about it, and maybe it was the wine going to my head. But she knelt on the floor and took him into her mouth before doing the same to me. We eventually climbed onto the bed, and we took turns going down on her, kissing her up and down, and fingering that perfect pussy as we bit her neck and squeezed her nipples until she moaned.

Marcus eventually got a condom on and climbed between her legs, and I reached down and rubbed her clit as he slid inside her. She actually looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and joy, and I smiled back down at her as he moved faster right next to my fingers. They fucked for only a few minutes before he came, but she was right behind him nonetheless. Maybe it was my mouth just inches from her ear asking her if she liked getting fucked and maybe it was my fingers on her clit, rubbing her just the right way while Marcus pounded into her. Whatever it was, she came just before he pulled out, and the room was a sweaty and glorious mess.

I didn’t fuck her until after he left, but even then it was almost like he was still there. She wrapped her legs around me and bit my neck as we took our time, and this time it was Sarah whispering the horrible things.

“Did you like watching me fuck him?” she asked as I pinned her arms above her head.

“You know I did,” I said, thrusting into her faster and faster.

“You like me being a little slut?” she asked, the teasing in her voice nearly overshadowed by her own want.

“You are the perfect little whore,” I said, my hand moving to her throat just as she liked it. “You’re my perfect little whore, and I’m going to use you and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. I’m going to fuck you and then let my friends fuck you, and you’re going to come so many times you lose track of everything. You’re mine, do you understand?”

She screamed yes and I came inside her, and together we let out everything all at once in a glorious release that didn’t need any explanation at all. In fact, we curled up next to each other, and once again we didn’t really talk about it. After all, what was there to say? We had a lovely threesome, everybody got to come, it was generally safe, and we had a good time. In fact, the only thing she said before rolling over and falling asleep was a few words of gratitude.

“Thank you,” she whispered as I kissed the back of her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“I love you,” I said, pulling her closer. She nodded and smiled in the dark.

“I know,” she said, gripping my hand.

And then we slept.

How you Watch

“Do you want to watch us fuck?”

I nodded my head, but the truth is I wasn’t sure. I like watching sometimes, and I like being there, but I have to be in the right frame of mind to really enjoy it.

“I want to try something different,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading us both to the bedroom. “I’ve never had anyone watch like this.”

My curiosity was definitely piqued, and I sat on the foot of the bed while they undressed each other. Their kissing grew more ferocious as he pulled off her top, and she was biting his neck by the time his cock was hard and in her hand. She knelt for just a few minutes, and while it was perfectly nice to see, it wasn’t anything especially new.

“Get on you back,” she said, pushing him on the bed a few seconds later. He lay down and she straddled him, facing me. She waved me closer with one finger as she sat down, and I leaned in closely as she rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. I had forgotten they were fluid bonded, and as I lay down on my stomach I suddenly realized this was indeed not normally how I watch.

They were inches from me, and I stared with wide eye as she pushed down around him. She leaned back, and the mechanics of their fucking took up my whole frame of vision. They both moaned when he was all the way inside her, and I could see everything. The ridge that ran up the outside of his cock was glistening, and the lips of her cunt opened and closed around him as they moved. On occasion she’d sit up just enough for him to pop out and then slowly she’d lower herself back down around him.

Within minutes my nostrils were filled with their sex, and my hands were on her thighs. She looked down as well, and I couldn’t tell if she was still amazed by her own body or if it was my burning eyes on them that did the trick.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked, her voice thick and slow.

“Yes,” I said, leaning in even closer.

With one hand she pulled him from her and without pause she rubbing him against my lips. I didn’t wait for a bigger invitation before opening my mouth around him and tasting both of them. I gripped the base of his cock as she fucked him once again, and we began an irregular pattern of me taking him into my mouth or sucking her clit while they fucked. Their moans grew louder and faster, but it was almost as if they weren’t there. All that mattered to me was one soaking wet cunt and one ridiculously hard cock.

When she came the whole building heard. She grabbed my hair, pushed down around him, and clenched her thighs and cunt. She swore and she cried, and at the very last minute she pulled my mouth to her clit. I could feel her trembling, him twitching, and suddenly his balls were tightening, and I swear I could watch the come move up the length of his cock until his cries were mixed in with hers.

Each time I touched them at all their skin twitched and their muscles tightened. And when she sat up once more I leaned in and tasted both of their come. First, I licked up the length of his cock as he clenched the sheets in his hands and cried out. Then I opened her swollen cunt with my tongue and taste them there. I licked and sucked, pausing only to stare at their bodies, amazed at how delightfully messy they were.

They were red, purple, and vermillion. Their flesh was engorged with blood, wet with their own fluids, and trembling with the spasms of their coming. All of my senses were filled, and each one said “more” to my nearly useless brain.

“Well, that was different,” he said, as she rolled off him. They kissed for a long while before looking back at me with sheepish grins.

“Thanks for letting me watch,” I said.

“If that’s how you watch, we might have to do it again.”

 

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