A hot threesome story that I’m a little ashamed of

Image by the brilliant Stuart F Taylor

It was one of those sleepover pile-ons: everyone grabbing blankets, squabbling over sofa cushions, and squeezing four abreast on a futon designed for two. These were my favourite nights, and I miss them now that we’re all grown-up – old enough to pay for taxis if we miss the last bus home.

I think it was New Year’s Eve: I can’t imagine we’d all have been together if it were any other night. Probably some time between the end of the first term of uni and the beginning of the next one – during that delicious month where I was single, horny, and surrounded by others who were too.

We were just winding down for the evening. The booze had all disappeared a long time ago, and just in case Doritos and coffee hadn’t sobered us up, then the brief skinny-dip we tried to take in the sea certainly worked its magic. Most of us were tired, and any flirting – touching, whispering, nicking each other’s blankets or accidentally squashing feet together – was being done with a half-hearted laziness. A formality, because at sleepovers touching and flirting was just what we happened to do.

I lay squashed between Kate and Andy, she in a gorgeous smoke-whiskey-perfume-smelling t-shirt and knickers, him in boxers and socks. We’d fucked before, a while ago, and old friends are always an easier option than brand new strangers. Besides, Andy made me shiver with arousal. I didn’t fancy him, as such – at least not in the way I’d have meant it when I was nineteen. Fancying someone implied you wanted to be with them: to date as well as to fuck. But I wanted him.  Brief encounters with him before had given me a taste for his thick cock, and the nervous, nerdy way he’d shy away from compliments about it. He was a hot guy: classically beautiful in a way that would have placed him firmly in the ‘cool kids’ set if he’d been at my school, but with a delicious eagerness for sex, and a look in his eyes that said ‘me? You want me?!’ and made me ache to prove that I really, really did.

He shifted a bit under the blanket, signalling that he was still awake, and I responded with a tentative touch on his thigh. Immediately, he took my hand and put it firmly on his dick – straight and thick and so satisfying to squeeze hard and quickly in the dark.

He gulped. The guy next to him moved ever-so-slightly away. I turned to face him, and in one swift motion he slipped his arm under my waist and pulled me over on top of him. I felt the pulse of his dick pressing into me, and I ground my cunt down onto him. He moaned softly, and squeezed my waist.

Fucking slowly can be really fun. Covered with the blanket, trying not to wake those who weren’t awake already, I slid down onto him, the slick, wet sound of him entering me seemed far more audible in the dark.

And we fucked.

Easing myself slowly up and down, feeling the tension in his arms as he gripped tightly to me, I almost forgot that there were other people in the room.

In fact, I almost forgot that Kate was there too, until she rolled over, bit Andy’s neck, and started kissing him. They looked beautiful.

That just seemed like the natural thing, initially: her kissing him and me fucking, steadily increasing the pace as their shuffling and moving started making more noise. I worried less about disturbing people because she was joining in now. I wondered if anyone else would.

As it drew on, though: one minute, two minutes, speed up, three minutes, grind, fuck, fuck, grind… I felt weirdly detached. Andy’s hands, previously cemented firmly around me, were now exploring Kate – pulling up her delicious-smelling t-shirt to grope and grab and pinch. She made soft noises in the back of her throat, and I ground down harder onto him.

And I felt… yeah, OK. I felt jealous. Which I shouldn’t have – I was stretched and full, and so horny: the wetness from our fuck soaking through my hastily-pulled-aside panties. But still I felt jealous. When Andy got more, I felt like I was worth less.

I leaned forward and pushed my face into the other side of his neck, sucking and biting like a cat trying to get attention. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and gripped me harder, as if to say ‘don’t stop doing that’, but still he didn’t break his kiss with Kate.

So I sat up. Moved faster. Fucking him harder. Knocking breath out of him as I sat down good and hard on his twitching dick. I didn’t care about the noise any more, I just wanted him to come – to give me the feeling I’d wanted from the start, that sensation of his cock pumping warm streams of spunk into the end of the condom. I wanted to clamp myself tight around him even as Kate clamped her mouth over his.

It felt odd, and childish, and cold: I loved Kate, and I was turned on by her enthusiastically joining in. Yet something about her kiss made me feel weirdly alone. Like I was using a part of Andy while his attention was elsewhere, and that his fun with me was somehow less because she was giving him more.

Even while his head was turned, I came – a quick, shuddering orgasm. Perfectly directed and precisely achieved, perhaps because of the kiss, not despite it. I hadn’t had his own expressions to read, or his movements to interpret. I just perched on top of his thick cock and ground against it until I came, holding rhythm for just long enough afterwards that my legs quivered and I had to use my hands for balance.

And maybe his wandering attention, the product not of indifference but of being greedily delighted with everything on offer, was part of the reason I enjoyed it so much. The challenge, the thrill, of fucking a guy who’s accepting your attentions so casually. Not like this threesome is a treat or a privilege, but something he simply deserves. An echo of the kind of bored indifference with which guys sometimes fuck me in my fantasies.

As Kate ran a pale hand up his chest, and I squeezed tight around him, he came hard and eagerly inside me. Jealous or not: I wouldn’t have swapped if he’d asked me to. And I don’t think Kate would either.

This post is available as audio – click ‘listen here’ at the start of the post, and check out the audio porn page for more sexy stories read aloud. 

Some of the stories I tell on here are old: memories from a few years ago or things that happened at University. This threesome story is even older, and I’d almost forgotten about it until now – vague memories of two people kissing during a threesome sparked this memory when I wrote my entry on Sunday. If you’ve read my book, you’ll (hopefully) recognise the Kate and Andy, and you’ll also (hopefully) understand that those aren’t their real names. And if you are Kate, then I’m unsure whether you read this blog, but if you do then thanks for always being awesome, and I hope you’ll forgive me for having such childish thoughts. xxx

13 Comments

  • advizor54 says:

    i can understand why you said you were “a little ashamed” but you shouldn’t be ashamed at all. you were feeling what all of us would feel, a little jealous, a lot of pleasure, and a hope for something a little more special than just fucking. I’m not saying you wanted tender kisses and undying declarations of love, but fucking in the dark, surrounded by sleepers, it hot stuff indeed and his undivided attention would have been great.

    Also, I think it is seriously hot that she might be a blog reader of yours. i love that idea.

  • Threesomes are a funny thing… I haven’t had any experiences with another woman until literally last week, when I went with a fairly regular lover to a sex club and we did a full swap. After the woman went down on me (a first!), she climbed on top of him. She had a nicer body than I and I watched her ride him and him enjoy it and I was feeling a bit sorry for my self with her husband who, while very polite and respectful, didn’t do anything for me but was enthusiasticly pounding away at me.

    I felt that pang watching my lover with her and really wished it was me with him. He told me afterwards despite her larger boobs and more perfect ass that she didn’t move nearly as well as I did.

    All that to say, it was a mix of jealously and enjoyment and a bit of weirdness. And that’s what I felt from reading your post.

  • Bo says:

    Personally I’d have felt more concerned about pissing off the people around me. It probably would have pissed me off if two people were shagging next to me.

    • Girl on the net says:

      It was pretty standard for our group of mates to do this. There were usually rooms in which anyone could go to shag at a party, or if we were all sleeping, the general rule was that if people were shagging and you needed to sleep, you could tell them to fuck off to the bathroom.

  • I had a couple’s swap where felt like I was an outsider somehow. Threesomes make my husband feel left out. Somehow there seems to a complication with more than two, no matter how awesome (and it is awesome).

  • Hot story, made me wet! I’m off to find Peter – hate wasting a good arousal!

  • Katrina says:

    I have definitely had those moments where I found myself feeling jealous in a relatively similar situation. I think it’s a very human reaction that most of us can relate to.

  • Petteri says:

    Nice Little story. You should be proud 😉

  • Kate :-P says:

    I couldn’t help but read this even though I said I wouldn’t, and there’s nothing to forgive my love <3 I'd totally forgotten this night, but it, er, all came flooding back with your memories :-D

    Your writing is (as always) superb xxx

    • Girl on the net says:

      Ahhh holy shit I’m so delighted you like it, and thank you for leaving a comment! Bloody great night. Let’s reminisce over beers soon =) xxx

  • Al Vimh says:

    Having read and absolutely adored the book, this is like a deleted scene or DVD extra. Fantastic! :D

  • Peter says:

    I’m so glad you shared this again.
    I like a lot of your story’s and strangely connect to a few but the 1st time I read this one brough back memories of awkward nights of trying new things and getting off for other reasons than the ones I thought I would.
    Like a camping trip we took just before exam’s and the girl I wanted so bad even though she was in a relationship..
    Tonight re-reading it and seeing her reply made me think that it’s being part of their experiences no matter how it goes is where life gets its drive and passion.
    Thank you again for sharing

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