The Threesome That Stayed Until the End of My Party

It was almost dawn when the party finally began to die down. My birthday had ended amid loud music, empty glasses, slurred laughter, and that drunken exhaustion that leaves your body loose and your head hot. By then, all I wanted was to close the door, take off my clothes, and let my boyfriend fuck me the way he had been hinting all night with every secret brush, every hand on my waist, every quick squeeze of my ass when no one was looking.

But we weren’t alone.

Most of our guests left all at once, calling for rides, looking for their keys, hugging me before they went. Only one other woman remained in the room. I had watched her looking at him too much all night. Not in the casual way someone acknowledges an attractive man, but hungrily. And he had been looking back.

I noticed it early on, though I pretended I didn’t.

Her name was Abril. Brunette, firm-bodied, wearing a tight dress and carrying herself with a confidence that showed even through the drunkenness. She had come with a group of friends of a friend, and at first I thought nothing of it. Then I saw her standing far too close to him while we served drinks. After that, I caught her laughing at every stupid thing he said, brushing his arm, fixing her eyes on the bulge in his pants every time he stood up.

It annoyed me, yes. But it also turned me on in a way I didn’t want to admit.

“Looks like your ride is taking a while,” I said, trying to sound friendly when almost everyone else had gone.

“Yeah, it’s impossible to get one at this hour,” she replied, shrugging with a half-smile.

My boyfriend looked at her, then at me, and I immediately understood what he was thinking. He didn’t say anything. He simply stroked my leg beneath the table, as if to calm me down or test me. That touch aroused me more than it reassured me. I had been wet for hours, my pussy sticking to my underwear, longing to send everyone away so I could climb on top of him.

Since we weren’t going to leave her alone in the street at that hour, we opened more beers and sat down again. The music was still playing, quieter now, and the house had that strange silence parties leave behind once the worst of it is over. We spoke very little. You could feel too clearly what was hanging in the air.

He kept sliding his hand slowly up my thigh, higher and higher, shamelessly. I kept my legs crossed, squeezing them together, holding out. Across from us, Abril watched without quite trying to hide it. Her gaze traveled from my face to his hand, from his hand to the edge of my dress, from the edge of my dress to my boyfriend’s pants.

And the worst part was that I was looking at her too.

“We need something stronger,” he said at last. “Vodka?”

We both agreed immediately.

The drinks loosened the little shame we had left. We began joking about who could handle more, and amid the laughter we ended up cheating so he would drink most of it. He laughed, but he was visibly aroused, restless, wearing the expression of someone no longer thinking about conversation but about bodies.

I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Not him, not her, not what was happening to me.

Then he tossed out the line as if it were a joke.

“A three-way kiss to close out the party?”

He said it with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on me, waiting for permission. That second hung suspended in my chest. I could have refused. I could have gotten up. I could have told him to fuck off with the idea. Instead, I bit my lip, felt a hot pulse between my legs, and nodded.

Abril didn’t hesitate for half a second.

The three of us moved closer on the sofa. At first it was clumsy, a shared brush of mouths, alcohol and mingled breath. Then it stopped being clumsy. My boyfriend kissed me hungrily, and while he did, Abril pressed herself against his other side and brushed his mouth, his jaw, his neck. I felt her hand slip up my thigh, push my underwear aside, and touch me fully. I moaned against his lips when I felt her fingers smeared with my wetness.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured.

I was about to answer, but at that moment I saw Abril’s hand move down to his pants and grab his cock through the fabric. She squeezed it slowly, testing its thickness, and he let out a short gasp. Instead of making me furious, it shot through my belly like an electric jolt. Watching another woman touch him in front of me scrambled my thoughts and made me even wetter.

I wanted him more fiercely.

I was the one who took his face and turned it toward her.

“Kiss her,” I whispered in his ear. “I know you want to.”

His eyes searched mine one last time, incredulous and aroused. When he saw that I wasn’t backing down, he kissed her. It wasn’t a peck or some drunken joke. It was a real kiss, open and dirty, with tongues. She pressed herself against him immediately, burying her fingers in his hair, moaning into his mouth. I watched for barely a second before kneeling between his legs.

I opened his pants, and his cock showed itself hard and heavy, straining to get out. I lowered the zipper, pulled his underwear aside, and freed it with a mixture of hunger and lust that made me tremble. It was very hard, swollen, the tip wet. I gripped it in my hand and began stroking it while I looked up to watch them kissing above me.

“This is how I wanted to see you,” I said before putting the tip in my mouth.

I sucked him slowly at first, savoring him, running my tongue beneath the glans and circling it with saliva. He exhaled sharply. Above me, he continued pawing at Abril’s tits beneath her dress, squeezing them as if he had wanted to do it all night. She moaned and let him touch her shamelessly, one hand still around his cock, enjoying the sight of me sucking it.

I lowered myself farther, swallowing as much of him as I could. My throat was relaxed from the alcohol and desire, and even so he filled my mouth completely. I pulled him out, spat on him, and put him back in, setting the rhythm with my hand at the base. Every suck was accompanied by the wet sound of my mouth and the moans of both of them above me.

When I looked up, Abril was watching me.

Her expression had changed. It was no longer just desire for him. She wanted me too, or at least she wanted what I was doing. My boyfriend noticed and grabbed the back of her neck.

“Come here. Suck him.”

She obeyed without protest. She knelt beside me and brought her face closer. I moved aside just enough to give her room, and watched her stick out her tongue and lick the tip before closing her lips around it. We shared his cock between us, taking turns, our mouths and hands brushing. Sometimes I sucked the shaft while she focused on the head; other times she licked his balls while I swallowed half his cock. It was obscene and delicious.

He watched us with a taut smile, panting harder and harder.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered hoarsely.

I stood first. I removed my dress and underwear without taking my eyes off them. He looked me up and down with open hunger, and that look alone made me even hotter. Abril stood immediately and began undressing too. When she pulled down her thong, I saw the pale glisten between her legs. She was very wet too.

My boyfriend remained seated for a moment, fully dressed from the waist up, his cock out and the expression of a man who knew he was in charge. He beckoned us closer with his fingers. I went first; he plunged two fingers into my pussy, and I swallowed them with a moan, arching my back.

“Look at you,” he said, pulling them out to show Abril. “Dripping just from watching this.”

She bit her lip and went back to sucking his cock. He gripped her hair and began fucking her mouth without much gentleness. He set the pace with one hand at the back of her neck, pushing himself deep, pulling out, then burying himself again until she had to breathe through her nose and her eyes filled with tears. I was beside them, legs spread, masturbating as I watched.

Watching her choke on my boyfriend’s cock drove me crazy.

“That’s it, swallow it,” he growled. “If you wanted it so badly, eat it properly.”

He thrust into her mouth a couple more times, then let her go. Abril gasped, saliva running down her chin. I couldn’t stop myself from taking her face and kissing her. She tasted of alcohol, saliva, and him. While I kissed her, I slid two fingers between her legs. She was hot, open, trembling.

“You’re just like me,” I told her.

“I swear I am,” she replied hoarsely.

That destroyed the last of the distance between us. I crouched between her legs and ran my tongue over her pussy, long strokes from bottom to top. She moaned and grabbed the back of the sofa. Her taste filled my mouth while he, behind me, spread my ass cheeks and stroked my butt with his open palm, preparing me. I alternated between licking her clitoris and pushing my tongue inside her, feeling her writhe. Then he smacked my ass sharply.

“Get on the table.”

I obeyed.

There was a large table in the room near the billiard table, still covered with empty glasses and half-cleared plates. He swept everything aside and laid me on my back. The wood was cold against my back, but my body was burning. Abril was left at the edge, between my legs, and he positioned her so that her face was right in front of my pussy.

“Lick her,” he ordered.

She smiled at me and did it immediately.

Her tongue touched my clitoris and pulled a moan from me. At first she did it slowly, exploring, as if she wanted to learn me. Then she grew more confident: broad licks, direct sucks, her hard tongue moving in and out. I opened my legs wider and grabbed her hair, guiding her. Looking to one side and seeing my boyfriend settle in behind her, rubbing his cock against her entrance before pushing it inside, brought me to the edge.

He entered her with one thrust.

Abril screamed against my pussy. Her mouth vibrated over me, making my whole body arch. He held her firmly by the hips and began fucking her immediately, without tenderness, setting a hard pace that made her body bounce against the table. Every thrust of his translated into another friction of her face against my sex. It was too much stimulation at once, too filthy.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he told her. “And look at her... she comes just from watching you swallow my cock.”

I couldn’t argue. It was true. Watching him fuck another woman in front of me had me completely out of my mind. Abril kept licking me as best she could between moans, her breathing broken, while he grabbed her tits and squeezed them mercilessly. The sound of his thrusts filled the room: flesh against flesh, harsh breathing, the table creaking beneath my back.

I slipped my hand between their bodies and touched Abril’s clitoris while he penetrated her. She nearly collapsed. I felt her tighten around his cock and her legs begin to tremble. My boyfriend looked at me with a sideways smile, sweaty and clearly delighted by the mess he had created.

“Touch her properly,” he told me. “Make her come.”

I did. I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers, fast and firm, while continuing to receive her desperate tongue. Abril moaned, jerked, and finally came with a powerful spasm, making my boyfriend’s cock even wetter. He didn’t stop. On the contrary, he began pounding her harder, taking advantage of the moment when she was sensitive and weak to drive himself deep inside her.

I was about to break apart too.

He noticed. He released her for a second, spat on his fingers, and pushed them into my pussy while Abril continued with her mouth between my legs. He finger-fucked me while penetrating her. The double sensation made me tremble from head to toe. Every time his fingers brushed inside me and Abril’s tongue pressed against my clitoris, I lost a little more control.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Don’t stop, please.”

“You like watching her, don’t you?” he asked, thrusting deep into Abril again.

“Yes... yes, I love it.”

“Then look at me.”

I obeyed. The scene hit me full force: my boyfriend behind a naked woman, fucking her with pleasure tightening his face, while that same woman ate my pussy and I came watching them. It wasn’t a half-formed fantasy or a distant idea. We were really doing it, and that made it more intense than anything I had imagined.

My orgasm seized me without warning or elegance. My legs closed around Abril’s head and I came with a loud moan, shaking on the table. I felt the spasms burst out in short spurts while she kept licking, swallowing what she could, moaning too because he wouldn’t stop fucking her behind me.

My boyfriend looked at me hungrily.

“That’s how I like you. Nice and dirty.”

He pulled out of her abruptly. Abril let out an empty gasp, almost a protest. He grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me to the edge of the table. His cock was shining, completely wet. He rubbed it between the lips of my pussy a couple of times, then drove it all the way in with one thrust. I screamed. I was so hot and sensitive from my orgasm that the first thrust made me see white.

“Fuck,” I murmured. “Yes... like that.”

He began fucking me hard, giving me no time to adjust. Every blow moved me across the table. Abril stayed to one side, stroking herself and watching him drive into me. I reached out and pulled her toward me to kiss her. We kissed while he split me in two, and she rubbed her clitoris to the rhythm of his thrusts, panting into my mouth.

“I want to sit on your face,” she suddenly told me, almost breathless.

“Do it.”

My boyfriend smiled when he heard her. He pulled his cock out and turned me over with her help. I ended up half sitting on the edge of the table. Abril settled over my face, one leg on either side, and I spread her ass cheeks to bury my tongue in her. At the same time, he penetrated me from the front again, gripping me by the waist.

The position was brutal. I had Abril’s pussy pressed against my mouth, could feel her dripping onto my tongue, and at the same time I received my boyfriend’s cock sliding in and out at a hard, steady rhythm. She clung to my shoulders, rubbing herself against my face as she moaned.

“Fuck... fuck... don’t stop licking me,” she said.

I had no intention of stopping. I sucked her clitoris insistently, pushing my tongue inside her whenever she lifted herself slightly to breathe. My boyfriend, behind all that, grabbed one of my tits with one hand and held my jaw with the other so I would look at him.

“You look beautiful like this,” he said. “With your mouth occupied and my cock inside you.”

I felt another orgasm rising up my spine. It wasn’t as explosive as the first, but deeper, longer, a wave that left me trembling while he kept thrusting. Above me, Abril began to shake. I felt her legs tense and her pussy tighten against my tongue.

“I’m coming,” she warned in a broken voice. “I’m coming, I’m coming...”

She came over my mouth, rubbing herself against me without shame, letting out open moans. I held her by the hips and kept licking her through the spasms. My boyfriend groaned when he felt me tighten around him; he was close too. He moved her aside with firm gentleness and made her kneel beside the table so she could watch.

Then he grabbed me by the hair, lifted my face, and began fucking me even harder, as if he needed to wrench one last moan from me before finishing. I couldn’t articulate anything anymore. Only broken, pleading sounds came out. He had me completely open, pounding exactly where he knew he could drive me insane.

“Look at me,” he ordered again. “I want you to watch her when I come.”

Abril was in front of us, legs spread, touching herself slowly, fascinated. I watched her while he kept driving into me. The thrill of having her there, watching us and getting turned on with us, was enough to push me over the edge one last time.

I came again with a hoarse moan, squeezing him hard. That was enough to make him lose control. He pulled out in time, held my chin, and masturbated a couple of times with his throbbing cock before coming over Abril’s belly and part of my thigh. She gasped when she felt it hot against her skin and ran two fingers through the cum, looking at it with a mixture of astonishment and desire.

The room filled with heavy breathing and silence. The music was still playing in the background as if it belonged to another house.

He was the first to laugh, not mocking anyone, just releasing the tension. I was still trembling on the table, my legs weak. Abril wiped herself a little with her hand and then looked at me. There was no awkwardness on her face. No false sweetness either. Just the same satisfied disbelief I must have been wearing.

“Well,” she said, still out of breath, “I definitely didn’t expect this when I ordered a ride.”

I laughed too, my throat dry.

“I didn’t expect to enjoy watching you look at my boyfriend so much either.”

My boyfriend came over and kissed me first, then her. Afterward, he put one hand around each of our waists.

“I think the three of us learned something tonight.”

“What?” I asked.

He smiled with that shamelessly satisfied look he gets when he knows he has left a mark.

“That some fantasies are much more enjoyable once they stop being fantasies.”

We stayed in the room a while longer, naked, drinking water, laughing over scattered details, kissing each other from time to time as if we still didn’t want to accept what had just happened. Outside, it was still the middle of the night. Inside, amid the birthday mess, the empty glasses, and the table still trembling slightly, I could think only about how close I had come to getting jealous... and how I ended up pushing that very scene until it became one of the dirtiest and most exciting nights of my life.