Delightful Threesome

I had just broken up and, I admit, I had a lot of pent-up emotions. Every day I lived for the night to come, for meeting the man who would make me spend three or four hours filled with back-to-back orgasms. I was free, I didn’t care about anything or anyone. I was, as Vana used to say, the man of myself. I went with many. With some I had a good time, with others so-so. Bad—almost never. Unforgettable—definitely once. And perhaps that’s because I was one, while the male element was doubled. One woman, two men. The ultimate fantasy of every true descendant of Aphrodite. No matter how much it sounds like a lie, nothing had been premeditated. It just happened—and it worked out. So what if I knew them? One was my ex’s best friend, and the other a mutual friend. “Bitch,” you’re calling me in your mind right now. Know something? You might just be right.

 But let’s get to the meat of it: cum together, boys. I think what happened before the whole scene isn’t important. Besides, I don’t remember much except that we’d gone out clubbing with a big group and had an unforgettable time, like sixteen-year-olds on their first night out. Exhausted from dancing and all the fun, the three of us ended up at a friend’s place (the rest of the group would come over a few hours later). I felt tired and wanted to sleep. Not alone. With them. I loved so much how both of them touched me, kissed me, caressed my hair, and held me. I started making out with one and could feel the other rubbing against me. I was completely wild. We took off our clothes and began having sex, the two of us. The third panicked and went into the next room. I didn’t realize how time was passing. I didn’t want to let him finish, so I got up and went into the other room, where I found the other one asleep. I started kissing him and truly felt like I was biting into a chocolate soufflé. His lips were so soft and plump. He had raised his flag within seconds. I let him lick me. I could tell he loved doing it so much, and the wetter his mouth got, the more I wanted to plunge into it and kiss him. Just as he decided to enter me, I heard my name called from the next room. I left him as he was—ready for battle—and went back to my original partner. I took full control of him. That’s when I began shouting the name of the “sensitive one” from our trio, telling him to come and play with us. He came, but didn’t join our lovely game. He just wanted to watch, and as soon as my friend finished, he lifted me off the bed and carried me into his room. We continued exactly where we’d so unfairly left off. We both came together. Perfect synchronization! We slept for a while, until I heard the rest of the group arriving. They had no idea what had happened. They woke me for breakfast, we all ate together, and then I returned home, walking confidently in my heels—as befits a lady.