My First Threesome Was with the Couple from the Message

It was an ordinary Friday when the message appeared in my inbox. No familiar sender, just one line: “What if what you’re looking for isn’t one person, but two?” I laughed. I deleted it. Twenty minutes later I retrieved it from the trash and started replying.

I spoke with her first, then with him, then with both of them at once. They asked me what I liked, and I answered with things I had never said out loud. They asked me what frightened me, and I told the truth: nothing specific, everything in general. They asked if I had ever been with a woman, and I said no, but that I had imagined it more times than I cared to admit.

The following weeks were a sweet torture. Every night, after shutting down my work laptop, I opened the chat and read messages that made me cross my legs on the sofa. They described in detail how they were going to fuck me between them, how he would shove his cock all the way inside me while she sat on my face so I could eat her pussy, how they would fill me with cum until I couldn’t tell whose each drop was. I learned to reply without shame, to write that I wanted to suck him while she licked my ass, to send them photos of my fingers buried in my soaking pussy at three in the morning.

One October morning I wrote to them: “I want to see you.”

We arranged to meet in a small park, one of those with old benches and few people during the week. I arrived fifteen minutes early. I was wearing a short black dress and a leather jacket that made me feel secure when everything else was falling apart. I smoked a cigarette I didn’t even want. I thought about leaving three times.

They appeared holding hands. She had reddish hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and he was wearing a blue shirt and white sneakers that suddenly made me realize they were real people and not avatars on a screen. I got awkwardly to my feet.

“You’re prettier in person,” she said, and kissed me twice as if we had known each other all our lives.

“And you don’t lie in your photos,” I replied, because it was the only thing I could think of.

We walked to a secluded bench, far from the playground and the retirees’ stares. The three of us sat together, me in the middle. At first we talked about silly things: traffic, their neighborhood, a restaurant they wanted to take me to someday. But the conversation had another layer, one all three of us noticed.

“Do you still want what you said in your messages?” he asked me, looking straight at me. “Do you still want me to fuck you while she eats your pussy?”

I swallowed.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

They both laughed. She brushed a lock of hair away from my face and looked at me with that intensity women have when they know exactly what they’re doing.

“Before we go any further, we want to greet you properly,” he said.

He leaned over her and kissed her gently. It wasn’t a short kiss; it was one of those that say, “This isn’t a first time for us.” When they pulled apart, he looked at me.

“Would you like me to kiss you the same way?”

I nodded without speaking. He kissed me slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue entered my mouth, and mine answered before my mind had decided anything. I melted. When he pulled away, she was watching me with a smile.

“And will you let me?”

I had never kissed a woman. I had thought about it a thousand times, written about it in anonymous chats, imagined it in the shower with two fingers between my legs. But I had never done it. I nodded again, because my voice had gone somewhere I couldn’t find.

Her lips were softer than his. Finer, more careful. She smelled of citrus perfume mixed with something warmer, vanilla perhaps. When her tongue touched mine, I felt my whole world turn over, as if something inside me were rearranging itself forever. I kissed her with more hunger than I expected to have. My breasts brushed against hers through our clothes, and my nipples instantly hardened against the fabric of my bra. When we parted, I was breathing as if I had been running, and I could feel my panties already wet and stuck to my pussy.

“Let’s get something to drink,” he said, and I couldn’t understand how he could be thinking about beer at that moment.

We found a bar two streets away. We ordered three small beers and sat at the back, where a distracted waitress was more focused on her phone than on the customers. We talked and laughed, commenting on how crazy we were, how we had dared to do this. I couldn’t stop looking at both their mouths or imagining those two mouths taking turns on my nipples, my pussy, every inch of my skin.

His hand appeared first. I felt it on my knee, warm and firm. It moved a little higher. He looked at me.

“Should I keep going?”

“Of course,” I said, laughing because I didn’t know what else to do.

His hand moved beneath my dress. It found my thigh. Then it found higher ground. When he moved my panties aside and his fingers brushed directly over the lips of my already-soaked pussy, he let out a low, satisfied laugh. He inserted one finger, then two, slowly, all the way in, and began moving them in tight circles, pressing against my G-spot while his thumb worked my clit. I sighed softly and opened my legs a little farther, just enough for him to fuck me with his hand without anyone finding out. I was so wet that the slick sound of his fingers going in and out could be heard, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in the middle of the bar.

She watched us with bright eyes, biting back a smile. She checked that the waitress was still absorbed in her screen and then moved my hand. She guided it under the table to her skirt. I moved it up the inside of her thighs. When my fingers pushed her thong aside and touched her pussy, just as soaked, incredibly hot, and swollen, I felt something break inside me. I wasn’t touching a woman in a fantasy. I was putting two fingers inside a real woman’s pussy. And she leaned into my hand, opened herself for me, moved her hips against my knuckles as if she wanted to impale herself on them. Her clit was so hard I could feel it pulsing beneath the pad of my thumb.

He took my other hand and guided it to his crotch. He was hard, really hard, so hard it stretched his pants. I squeezed him through the fabric and felt his whole length, thick and throbbing beneath my palm. Three people, two of my hands inside two pussies and a cock, zero shame. I leaned close to his ear.

“Let’s go. Now. Before I come all over the bench.”

***

Their apartment was a five-minute walk away. In the elevator, he gently pushed me against the mirror and kissed me while she bit my neck and hiked my dress up to my waist. His hand slipped between my legs and buried two fingers in my pussy again while he sucked one of my nipples through my unfastened bra. When the doors opened on their floor, my panties were around my ankles, I had a hickey on my neck, and my mouth was full of the taste of both of them.

They took me to a large cream-colored sofa piled with cushions. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink. She sat beside me and looked at me.

“Are you okay?”

She meant it, and I liked that more than anything else that night.

“I’m better than okay,” I answered, and kissed her.

This time there was no table, no waitress, no underwear hidden beneath layer after layer of clothing. Her hands moved up my neck, my mouth moved down to her breasts, and when I tore off her shirt and felt her nipple harden directly against my tongue in my mouth, I let out a sound I didn’t recognize as my own. I sucked one breast and then the other while she buried her fingers in my hair and whispered, “That’s it, that’s it, suck my tits, you slut.”

He returned with glasses that he left forgotten on the coffee table.

“Hey, I want some too,” he said, and slipped between us.

His tongue mingled with mine and hers. All three mouths sought one another, met, pulled apart for a moment, then came together again. I felt his hand move up the inside of my thigh while hers finished pulling my dress down until I was naked, completely bare, with two clothed people devouring me. His fingers returned to my pussy, and this time he inserted three, up to the knuckles, while she sucked my nipples and I moaned uncontrollably.

She stood up, pulled off her skirt and thong in one motion, and climbed onto the sofa naked. She had small white breasts with pink nipples that hardened as I watched them, and a red-haired pussy, glistening with wetness, level with my face.

“Eat it,” she told me without preamble, holding me by the nape. “I want to see if that tongue of yours is good for anything.”

I lay back and she sat directly on my face. Without thinking, without asking myself whether I was doing it right, I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy from bottom to top, slowly, tasting another woman for the first time in my life. Salty, slightly sour, addictive. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, sucked all of it into my mouth, and pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could. She began moving on top of me, rubbing herself against my mouth, moaning things I couldn’t quite make out, pressing my head against her pussy as if she wanted to suffocate me there.

Meanwhile, he had opened my legs all the way and was kneeling between them. I heard him pull down his pants, heard the metallic snap of his belt, and then felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy. Thick, hot, wet with precum. He ran it up and down, teasing my clit with the head, until I lifted my hips in silent pleading.

He entered in a single thrust, all the way to the bottom. I screamed into her pussy, which muffled the sound. He was big, stretching me, filling me, and he started fucking me hard from the very beginning, without any niceties, as if he had been waiting months for that pussy. With my mouth occupied devouring his girl and his cock hammering my pussy, I didn’t know where to put my hands. I grabbed her ass, pulled her against my face, and stuck out my tongue to give her all of it.

“What a good slut you are,” he panted, spanking me while he kept thrusting. “Look at how she sucks it, look at her.”

She came on my mouth sooner than I expected. I felt her tremble, squeeze her thighs against my cheeks, and moan sharply as a warm stream filled my tongue. I sucked her until the end, swallowed everything, and cleaned her with my tongue while she shuddered and called me a slut affectionately.

She moved away from my face and looked at me, her chin and cheeks shining with her orgasm. She bent down and kissed me, tasting herself in my mouth, then moved down to my breasts. She sucked my nipples one at a time while he continued fucking me hard, every thrust making my tits bounce against her tongue. I came almost without warning, with his cock inside me and her mouth on my nipple. I clenched my pussy around him so tightly that I tore a moan from him. I arched my whole body, wrapped my legs around his waist, and screamed something wordless, a long, high-pitched howl that filled the entire living room.

He pulled out of me before coming, breathing hard, his shiny cock drenched in my juices. She laughed and licked her lips.

“Now you,” she told him, pushing him onto the sofa. “Let the new girl watch how you fuck your guy.”

They did what I hadn’t dared to ask for. He lay on his back. She climbed on top of him, took his cock in her hand, eased it into her pussy, and began riding him. I sat in the armchair opposite them, my legs spread, and while they moved in an increasingly urgent rhythm, I sank three fingers into my pussy as I watched them. Seeing her on top, back arched, breasts bouncing, his cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy while he held her hips and guided her, brought all my desire roaring back. My hand between my legs moved in time with them, my thumb on my clit, three fingers entering to the knuckles with wet, slapping sounds.

“Come here,” he told me without stopping. “Get closer. Sit on my mouth.”

I stood up. I climbed onto the sofa carefully and positioned myself with one foot on either side of his head, my pussy directly over his mouth. His tongue rose to find me, hard and thick, and plunged straight between my lips. He sucked my clit, nibbled it, and pushed his tongue deep inside me while she kept riding him opposite us. Mounted on his face, I was face-to-face with her. We kissed over his body, awkwardly, wetly, our tongues still tasting of pussy and cock. I grabbed her breasts and she grabbed mine. We pinched each other’s nipples at the same time. We looked into each other’s eyes, smiling conspiratorially, as if we had been doing this for years.

“Put two fingers in his ass while he eats you,” she told me, biting her lip. “He loves it.”

I leaned back, licked two fingers, and lowered them until I found his ass. I pushed them in slowly, one first, then the second, while he moaned against my pussy and she quickened her pace on his cock. Fucking his ass with my fingers while his tongue fucked me and his cock fucked her was something I would never forget.

I came again, this time more slowly, a long wave that lasted while she kept moving. I squeezed his face with my thighs, dripped all over him, and rubbed myself against his mouth without shame. When he said, his voice broken, that he was about to come, she abruptly rose from his cock and I climbed down from his face. We knelt together in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, and held his cock between us, soaked with her juices. We took turns with it in our mouths: I sucked the head while she licked his balls, then she swallowed him whole while I nibbled the tip. We kissed with his cock between our mouths, one woman’s tongue against the other’s with his shaft between us.

He came with a shout. The first stream landed on her tongue, the second reached my cheek, and the third splashed across our pressed-together breasts. He kept filling us amid laughter and sighs while we squeezed our tits together to catch every drop.

The two of us hugged, wet, hot, satisfied, with cum sliding between our breasts. She licked one of my breasts clean. I licked the other one, swallowing. We kissed again, this time with a new taste, salty, strange, mine and hers and his all at once. I had never imagined a kiss like that could exist. I ran my tongue over her cheek and gathered up the rest of her orgasm. Then I spat it into her mouth. She swallowed, smiling.

All three of us showered in their bathroom. Four hands soaping my breasts, my pussy, and my ass at once was something you don’t forget. He got hard again under the water, and she pushed me to my knees so I could suck him while the hot water fell over my back. I sucked him until he came for the second time, this time on my tongue, and she kissed me to steal half of it. We came out laughing, wrapped in towels, our hair wet. We ordered pizza. We talked about silly things until four in the morning. I stayed the night, not because we had planned it, but because none of us wanted to break the spell.

I left the next morning with the feeling that I had discovered something that had been waiting for me for years. That a woman didn’t frighten me. That desire could take many forms. That a couple could open a door for me and that, when I crossed through it, I lost nothing and gained everything.

We met again. And again. And again. Now the three of us are friends. Every so often, when all three of us are in the mood and feel like it, we do it again. No one in our circle knows anything, and we want to keep it that way.

That anonymous message was, without my knowing it then, the best thing that had happened to me in years.