Erotic Fiction: Pas de Trois
The cab ride back to our place was quieter than I imagined it would be. Beside me, Charlotte chatted easily with Mia, the woman we’d met at the bar that same night. Charlie and I had gone intending to look for a third to join us back at our place for a threesome — something the two of us had always wanted to try out — and had clicked with a woman we both agreed we’d be comfortable with. Mia seemed as outgoing as she was flirty, piquing my interest the minute she had leaned across the barstool, her elbow sliding along the counter, to press her lips to Charlie’s. To me, she said with a raised eyebrow, “You’re next.”
That’s all it took for the three of us to consent to the whole thing. Now, there we were, around the corner from our townhouse and ready to incorporate a third person into our sex life for the night.
When the taxi dropped us off, I slipped a few bills into his hand just before he drove away. Mia complimented the exterior of our home, whatever could be seen in the streetlight’s semi-darkness, and walked confidently up the front steps behind the two of us. As Charlotte unlocked the door and waved us in before her, I made idle small talk with Mia to continue breaking the ice. As excited as I was for this, I was also a little bit nervous about the situation. It was entirely new for me, after all.
The moment the door closed behind us, Mia stepped forward to me and pressed her lips to mine, parting them the moment my mouth softened to her touch. She let her tongue flit around against mine for what seemed like an eternity before pulling away slowly and smiling up at me coyly. “I told you that you were next.”
I took her hand in one and Charlie’s in the other, guiding them to the couch where the three of us sat down. Charlotte leaned into me from my left immediately, taking my face between her hands and kissing me fervently, while Mia began to slowly unbutton my pants and slip her hand beneath the waistband of my briefs. Between the familiar feeling of Charlotte’s mouth moulding to mine and the new sensations of Mia’s long fingernails trailing along the length of my cock, I was instantly hard.
The next thing I knew, my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and Mia’s mouth was around my dick, her head bobbing up and down hungrily as she moaned against the shaft. Charlie was lying back on the couch beside me, her back against the armrest and her legs spread as I fingered her lightly, her pussy juices dripping down my hand and her thighs as tiny yelps of pleasure escaped from between her lips.
Mia pulled back from my cock, her hand still stroking it up and down firmly, and moved her oral attention over to Charlotte. The moment she buried her head between Charlie’s legs, I took over where her hand had been, stroking myself roughly as I watched my girlfriend cry out loudly, her voice echoing through the living room as she ground her ass and wriggled her body against the soft surface beneath her.
“You like that?” Mia asked, briefly coming up for air.
“Fuck yes, don’t stop!” Charlotte’s voice sounded like she was crying, her hands tangled in Mia’s short hair as she moved her tongue back down to her clit.
“Come take me from behind,” Mia instructed me. Obediently, I took her by the hips as she knelt on the couch over Charlotte and pushed my dick into her as deep as I could go. Slowly, I began moving in and out of her, her whole body rocking with the force as I lunged, retracted to just the tip, and pushed in roughly again. While Mia trailed her tongue along the inside of Charlie’s thighs, she lifted her ass and shoved back against me, intensifying the sensation of my dick submerged inside of her.
I came with a shudder that rocked my entire body, falling back into the couch to catch my breath just in time for Mia to reach between her legs, inserting her fingers into her vagina to pull them out, coated in my jizz. She ran her two fingers along her tongue slowly before closing her mouth over them and sucking off whatever was left. Behind her, I could see Charlotte staring up at the ceiling with a grin plastered on her face, the smile I knew only came alongside an earth-shattering orgasm. This woman was a saint.
“Are you going to stay the night?” I asked. “It’s our turn to take care of you next.”
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