Confession of a Threesome That Changed Me Inside

I don't know why I agreed to go up to that room. Maybe boredom, maybe curiosity, maybe because I'd spent half an hour at the bar noticing that the two of them were looking at me far too much. He had a dry smile, a well-built body, and the kind of confidence that doesn't need to show off. She was a tall, dark-skinned, elegant woman, wearing a tight dress that outlined her hips, and had a way of holding my gaze that was already loosening something inside me before she had even touched a finger to me.

The three of us were already at an age when you stop pretending to be innocent. I'd had my adventures, my secrets, and my moments of losing control, but there was something different about that night. It wasn't just desire. It was the feeling that if I entered that room, I was going to cross a line I'd spent years skirting without daring to step over.

We went upstairs in silence. The elevator smelled of expensive perfume and alcohol. She was in the middle, and when the doors opened, her hand brushed mine as if it were an accident—but it wasn't.

Inside there was little light, a huge bed, and a long mirror facing the mattress. He left the keys on a table, took off his jacket, and asked me with an almost mocking calm:

—You still have time to leave. Do you want to go?

I thought about it for a second. Then I looked at the woman. She was taking off her earrings very slowly, watching me as if she already knew the answer.

—No —I said—. I don't want to leave.

She smiled first. Then she came over to me, took me by the chin, and kissed me unhurriedly. Her lips were soft and warm, and she kissed like someone who had nothing to prove. Her tongue entered my mouth with a slowness that made me close my eyes. When I felt his hand on my back, firm and heavy, the heat dropped straight down to my crotch.

I pulled away just enough to breathe. She undid my shirt. He pulled it off my shoulders. No one talked much. There was no need. The tension had been cooking for hours, and now it was ready.

—I want to see you on your knees —he said.

He said it without shouting, without theatrics, and precisely because of that it went straight through me. I looked at him for a moment. There was no violence on his face, but there was an authority that lit me up. I knelt in front of him while she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly open, just enough to let me see the dark line of her sex beneath the dress that had ridden halfway up.

He yanked down his pants and briefs. His cock sprang out hard and thick, already tense, as if it had been waiting for a while. I held it for a second before putting it in my mouth. It was hot and heavy, with that clean, masculine taste that set something very old and very deep inside me blazing. I started slowly, licking the tip, running my tongue down the shaft, closing my lips around it and sucking little by little.

—That's it —she murmured from the bed—. No shame.

I heard her move. When I looked up, I saw her with one hand inside her panties, rubbing herself while she watched me suck him. That made me even harder. He grabbed my hair, not to hurt me but to set the pace. He pushed a little deeper. I swallowed, relaxed my throat, and let him slide almost all the way down.

I felt the woman's breath on my shoulder before I felt her hands. She knelt beside me, stroked my chest, and moved down to my fly. She undid my pants, pulled out my already rigid cock, and wrapped her hand around it. Her first stroke was slow, wet, deliberate. The second already had purpose. The third made me moan with my mouth full.

—Look at me —she said.

I did. And then she sucked me.

Her mouth was different from his—more enveloping, more playful, her tongue tracing the frenulum and her lips squeezing just enough to drive me crazy. I kept sucking her companion's cock while she took mine halfway into her mouth, alternating deep sucks with long licks underneath. Within seconds I was trapped between the two of them, kneeling, panting, drooling, completely inside the scene.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and gave me a couple of light slaps across the face, more humiliating than painful, just to make me look up.

—I want to see you eating her —he said, pointing at her.

I didn't wait for him to repeat himself. I turned toward the woman, moved her underwear aside, and found her wet, open pussy, already glistening with desire. I spread her thighs wide and buried my face in her. The first lick was long, from bottom to top. She exhaled as if a secret had escaped her.

She had a thick, hot, direct taste. I opened her lips wider with my fingers and plunged in my tongue. She grabbed my hair. He positioned himself behind me. I felt his hand pull my pants down to my ankles, then his heavy palm on one cheek, squeezing me like someone testing the firmness of something he intended to use.

—Keep licking her —he ordered.

I did. I sucked her clitoris hungrily, alternating tongue and mouth, while slowly pushing in two fingers. She began twisting on the mattress, moving her pelvis against my face. Behind me, he spread my cheeks and spat on my ass. The first brush of his fingers made me tense. He inserted one. Then two. He moved them patiently, opening me, preparing me, while I kept devouring the woman's pussy and she moaned louder and louder.

—Relax —he said in my ear—. I want to get all the way in.

I shifted a little forward, offering myself without saying so. The head of his cock rested against my opening, letting me feel its thickness. He pushed just a little. It burned. I cried out against her sex, and that made her shudder.

—Put it in him —the woman panted—. Fuck him.

He obeyed. He entered slowly at first, forcing me open, filling me in a way that was brutal and precise. I clenched my teeth, breathed through my nose, and kept eating her pussy while I felt him advancing inch by inch. When at last he was buried all the way inside, I had to stay still for a moment. It was too much. Too full, too raw, too real.

—Now that's it —he said.

The first thrust tore a muffled moan from me. The second was already harder. By the third I was moving with him without realizing it, taking every blow in my ass while the woman pressed my thighs against her head and came almost over my mouth. I felt the spasms, the trembling of her legs, the more abundant flow on my tongue. She didn't let me pull away.

—Keep going —she ordered hoarsely—. Don't stop.

He didn't stop either. He was really fucking me, without tenderness, using my body with a firmness that hurt and aroused me at the same time. Every time he buried his cock to the hilt, I felt a dirty lash of pleasure shoot from my anus up to my cock. I ended up drooling between her legs, completely surrendered to the rhythm set by her hips and his thrusts.

***

When they finally let me go, I fell onto my side on the bed, breathing like an animal. My ass hurt, my cock was hard to the root, and my whole body was buzzing. She climbed on top of me immediately, completely naked now, her hair tousled and her skin shining with sweat. She leaned down to kiss me, and I grabbed her ass. It was firm, round, perfect for squeezing hard.

—Now you take me —she whispered in my ear.

I needed nothing more. I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock over her soaked pussy. She opened her knees wider, looking at me with shameless hunger. I entered her in one stroke. Her body swallowed me, hot and wet, tight around me. The mixture of relief and pleasure was so intense that I cursed against her neck.

—Fuck... that feels so good.

—More —she begged—. Harder.

I started fucking her eagerly, driving my pelvis down and pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. She answered every thrust, arching her back, digging her nails into my back, opening herself wider to receive me. The sound was wet, obscene, delicious. I gripped one cheek with one hand and a breast with the other, feeling her body bounce beneath mine.

He came over to the edge of the bed and offered me his cock again. It was even harder, glistening with saliva. I understood immediately. Without stopping my penetration, I lifted myself slightly and took it in my hand. Beneath me, she smiled as if the sight delighted her.

—Suck it while you fuck me —she said—. I want to watch.

I did. I lowered my head and put the tip in my mouth while continuing to thrust into her. The position was awkward, and precisely for that reason it felt more animalistic. He held the back of my neck and fed me more of his cock in short pants. I rocked between his shaft and her pussy, feeling that they were both using me at once and that I was using them too.

The woman squeezed my face with her hands and kissed me as soon as he pulled his cock from my mouth. Her breathing was ragged.

—Turn around —he said.

The order shot through me with a burst of arousal. I pulled out of her pussy, which protested with a wet smack, and they repositioned me at once. She ended up on her back at the edge of the mattress. I climbed over her, slipped back inside, and he positioned himself behind me. When I felt the head searching for my ass again, I was already trembling before he entered.

—Slowly —I said, though I wasn't sure I truly wanted that.

He entered anyway. First with control, opening me again. Then, when he saw my body give way, with more force. I ended up pinned between them: my cock inside her pussy, his inside my ass, our three bodies fitted together in a single rhythm. Each thrust of his pushed me forward and made me sink deeper into the woman. She took both impacts with increasingly desperate moans, clinging to my shoulders, sucking one of my nipples, biting my neck.

The mirror showed us an image I could hardly believe even while living it. Sweat, open mouths, tangled legs, different skin tones mixed together in a single movement. I could see my own face contorted, my eyes half closed, completely overcome by pleasure. Behind me, his jaw was clenched and his gaze fixed on the way he was penetrating me. She was pure abandon, her hips lifting so she wouldn't miss a single thrust.

—That's it —he growled—. You like having your ass broken while you fuck her pussy.

I didn't answer with words. I couldn't. I only moaned, long, dirty, sincere. I loved it. It aroused me more than I'd ever wanted to admit. Every time he drove into me to the hilt, I felt a jolt that squeezed my cock inside her sex. It was as if my pleasure and theirs were being fed by the same center.

She came first. I felt it in the brutal trembling of her stomach, in the way she squeezed around me, and in the rough cry she let out as she arched. I kept thrusting into her while she came, and behind me he increased the pace until it became almost merciless. The dry smacks against my ass echoed throughout the room. They didn't hurt me nearly as much as they aroused me.

—Don't stop —she panted—. I want to watch you come like that, fucked from behind.

I clung to her thighs and kept thrusting, now without control. He had me completely. Every push shook my pelvis and made me brush against a point inside that sent flashes across my vision. My cock throbbed between her wet folds. My ass burned, but that burning was part of the pleasure, not a reason to stop.

***

We needed to change positions or I wasn't going to last another minute. He pulled out of me, and the emptiness left me with a strange feeling, almost like loss. The woman gently pushed me until I was lying on my back. She straddled my face, offering me her glistening pussy again, swollen and open with pleasure. Above me, he positioned himself astride my chest and brought his cock to my mouth.

—Now get to work —he said.

I obeyed without a hint of resistance. I sucked his cock while eating her pussy. It was an exhausting, obscene, perfect position. My mouth was occupied above and my tongue was occupied below, yet every moan from them pushed me to do better. She rubbed herself against my face, squeezing me with her thighs, letting me lick her clitoris and push my tongue as deep as I could. Above me, he fucked my mouth with short thrusts, bracing himself against the headboard, panting every time I swallowed him down to my throat.

I felt used and needed at the same time, as if my body had been designed for that scene and was finally fulfilling something long overdue. She moved away from my face only to bend down and kiss me, passing her taste into my mouth before kneeling beside me. She jerked me off firmly while continuing to suck her companion. I was at the limit.

—I want to make you come —she said, looking me in the eyes—. But not yet.

He climbed down from my chest, lifted me by one arm, and put me almost by force on all fours on the bed. The position made me understand instantly what was coming. I looked in the mirror and saw my curved back, my cock hanging hard and red, my ass already opened by everything it had taken. The sight embarrassed me for half a second. Then it aroused me even more.

I felt his hand stroking me between the cheeks, lubricating me again with saliva and with the same cum and fluids already covering us. The head pressed against me. It entered without much consideration. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. He held me by the hips and began fucking me with controlled violence that made me bounce against the mattress.

The woman positioned herself in front of me. She took my cock and started sucking it while I received every thrust. There was no way to resist that. Her mouth moved up and down with precise rhythm, swallowing the tip, licking the shaft, working the hand at the base to make it tighter. I could barely keep my head up. Pleasure was completely dismantling me.

—Come —he ordered from behind me—. I want to feel you throbbing while I keep giving it to you.

The phrase broke me. She sucked me deeper, taking my cock as far into her mouth as she could. He drove into me with one brutal, long, dry thrust. I felt my whole body tense at once. I came with a broken moan, spilling into the woman's mouth and across her chest, with spasms so strong they nearly gave out my arms. He didn't stop. He kept fucking me while I emptied myself, and every jolt of the orgasm made me feel his cock even deeper inside.

It was too much pleasure for one body. My legs were trembling. Sounds that didn't seem like mine escaped me. The woman licked her lips with half a smile and stroked my cum-covered abdomen.

—Look at him —she said to him—. He's wrecked.

—Not yet —he replied.

He lifted me slightly by the hair and fucked me harder, until his panting changed and I knew he was about to come. He buried his cock to the hilt one last time and emptied himself inside me with a hoarse growl, holding me with both hands as if he were going to break me. The thick heat of his ejaculation left me motionless for a few seconds. Then he slowly pulled out.

The woman turned me over. She straddled his face and sat on his mouth while I, almost without strength, slipped my cock back into her pussy. I was so sensitive that every brush seemed magnified. I needed only a few more thrusts to feel another small, residual orgasm threatening. She was on the edge again too. The man licked her from below hungrily, holding her hips, and it drove her wild.

—Yes, like that... like that... —she kept repeating, moving between us.

She came trembling over his mouth and squeezing tightly around me. I didn't come again, but I stayed inside her, breathing against her shoulder, exhausted, completely empty and completely full at the same time.

***

The three of us lay there without speaking for a while. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and rumpled sheets. My ass was hot, my cock sensitive, and my whole body limp, like after a fever. She stroked my chest, her nails barely grazing me. He smoked beside the half-open window, looking out at the nighttime city.

I thought about how strange it was to feel so calm after something so brutal. I wasn't ashamed. I wasn't euphoric either. It was something else. As if an old tension, buried for years, had finally been released. As if I'd stopped fighting with a part of myself that had been asking for air for far too long.

He put out his cigarette and turned toward the bed.

—Are you all right?

The question, so simple, disarmed me more than everything that had come before. I nodded. It took me a moment to find my voice.

—Yes. Very much so.

The woman kissed my shoulder and smiled with her eyes closed.

I looked at the mirror one more time. I no longer saw a dirty scene or a hotel-room madness. I saw a confession I'd taken far too long to grant myself. That night they hadn't merely fucked me, and I hadn't merely fucked. That night I understood something about myself with my entire body. And strange as it may sound, when I left that room I didn't feel lost.

I felt free.