I Invited a Stud Into Our Threesome and My Boyfriend Changed

My name is Bianca, I’m twenty-seven years old, and I had never told anyone this before. I’m a redhead, very fair-skinned, with wide hips, a small bust, and a narrow waist that took me years to learn to love. I’m one meter seventy-four, so I’m almost always the tallest person in the room.

I’ve been with Damián for four years. He’s thirty-four, white, slender, hairless, with a defined waist and hips that made me look twice the first time I saw him from behind. That was what hooked me about him: that soft, almost feminine air of his, contrasted with how sweet he was.

We’d been living together for two years and everything was going well, except for one thing. We’d fallen into a dry spell. We went from doing it several times a day to doing it, if we were lucky, a couple of times a month. We talked about it without shame, because there were never forbidden topics between us.

We tried everything to reignite it. Anal sex, roleplay, costumes, restraints. At one point we tried domination: first he tried to take the reins and it didn’t work, it wasn’t his thing. Then I tried.

And that’s when I discovered something about myself I hadn’t known.

I had always liked being dominated, being treated roughly. But having Damián at my mercy, deciding when and how, turned out to be intoxicating. Every time I saw him obey, I felt a heat I hadn’t felt in years.

We went on like that for a while, until one afternoon, while we were having dinner, he blurted out the question without warning.

“Would you be interested in a threesome?” he said, stirring the food on his plate.

I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth. I never would have imagined the idea would come from him.

“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” I replied.

“It could be with a woman or a man, I don’t care. I just want us to try something new.”

“If it were, it’d be with a man,” I said, and I felt my pulse quicken at admitting it.

“Then let’s do it. You find someone, I’m sure they write to you a ton.”

“Yeah, but I never answer them,” I laughed nervously.

“Then start answering and pick one. Relax, if I weren’t sure I wouldn’t have suggested it.”

That night we did it like we hadn’t in months. And the next day I opened the door to something neither of us could quite imagine.

***

I started posting bolder photos on my social media and, as Damián predicted, the messages came flooding in. I knew exactly what I was looking for: a tall man, big-bodied, possibly stocky or very built, but above all, masculine. And, to be honest, what mattered most to me was size.

Damián’s was adequate, but I missed those huge cocks I’d had before him. This was my chance to feel one again without guilt.

Almost six weeks passed of conversations, photos, and rejections. I made it clear to everyone that I had a boyfriend and that he didn’t mind; that scared off more than a few. In the end, I was left with three candidates who ticked every box: nice, dominant when needed, tall, with an imposing build.

But one stood out above the rest. His name was Maximiliano, he was thirty-six, and he was almost one meter ninety. He was somewhere between stocky and muscular, with legs that could fit two of mine. He wore a beard, had a shaved head, and a bad-boy stare that melted the moment he smiled.

What finally decided it for me was the rest. What he had between his legs was on another level: thick, long, with a dark head and heavy testicles. Just imagining it dried my mouth out.

There was one last step left: convincing them to make it a threesome with my boyfriend present. One Saturday I wrote to all three at once. One backed out, said he didn’t feel comfortable with that. The other two agreed without a problem, as long as Damián didn’t mind.

I asked Maximiliano to come that same night, at nine, and I left the other one for the following week, in case we wanted to repeat. Then I couldn’t hold back and texted Damián.

“Baby, do you still want the threesome?”

“Of course. Why? Did you find someone?”

“Yes. He’s coming today at nine.”

“God, that’s hot. Bring something to drink yourself, okay?”

“Deal. Love you.”

***

When I got home from work I took a long shower and shaved everything. Damián arrived a little later with a bottle of wine, excited like a child. It took me almost two hours to get ready: I straightened my hair, did my makeup, and put on a short, tight dress, no bra, with a tiny red thong underneath. In stiletto heels I was almost one meter eighty-three.

“You look lethal,” Damián told me, looking me up and down.

I love being complimented. It lifts my mood like nothing else. He kept it simpler: dress pants, a short-sleeved shirt, and his glasses.

At exactly nine the doorbell rang. I opened it, and my knees almost gave out. Maximiliano was even more imposing than the photos had promised. Even in heels I had to tilt my head up. He smelled like a perfume that got into my head, and that beard against his brown skin left me speechless.

“The photos don’t do you justice,” he said, with half a smile. “You’re a queen.”

I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and we went in. Damián, seeing the size of that man, opened his eyes wide. Maximiliano, for his part, seemed surprised that such a small guy had a girlfriend like me.

Damián poured the wine and we sat on the sofa. We talked for a while to break the ice. Maximiliano was a perfect gentleman, funny, attentive. I flirted with him out of the corner of my eye, gauging Damián’s reaction, and instead of getting uncomfortable he seemed to grow more and more eager.

After several glasses, Maximiliano and I ended up kissing on the sofa. He held me by the nape while our tongues searched for each other, and Damián watched without blinking. I put my hand down to his crotch and felt the bulge, huge even over his pants.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, my dress hiked up and my thong visible, and said:

“Follow me.”

***

In the bedroom I kissed Damián while Maximiliano held my hips from behind and pressed against me. Suddenly he turned me around, kissed me himself, and then made me kneel.

The two of them undressed in front of me. The difference was brutal. Damián, slim and nervous; Maximiliano, with that thick, dark cock that made me let out a sigh. I saw my boyfriend’s face as he compared them, and something in his expression turned me on even more.

I grabbed both and started sucking, alternating. I could swallow Damián whole, all the way to the back. With Maximiliano I could barely take the tip. Damián warned me, his voice breaking, that he was about to finish. I held him by the thighs and didn’t let go until he came in my mouth.

I cleaned him off and kept going with Maximiliano while my boyfriend sank into a chair at the edge of the bed to watch. Then Maximiliano lifted me by the hair, threw me onto the mattress, and spread my legs. His tongue found the exact spots and, within minutes, he gave me an orgasm that left me trembling.

He climbed on top of me. I turned my head to look at Damián.

“Baby, he’s about to fuck me,” I whispered, biting my lip.

And he went in, slowly, all the way. I had never felt anything like it. I wrapped my legs around him while he drove into me and I moaned without control, telling him over and over that he was the best thing I’d ever had, all in front of my boyfriend, who was touching himself in a corner.

Then he put me on all fours and, while he fucked me, he spoke to Damián.

“Damn, you’re lucky, man. You’ve got an incredible woman.”

“I know. She’s the best,” Damián replied in a thin voice.

“You’re going to lend her to me again,” Maximiliano said, and slapped my ass.

“I don’t know... we’ll talk about it.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

Damián didn’t answer. I picked up the pace with my mouth on him until he finished a second time.

***

What came next was what really changed everything. I straddled Maximiliano while Damián, lying beside us, watched me ride that man. Then Maximiliano put me on all fours again and entered me from behind, slowly, while my boyfriend didn’t miss a thing.

And then he gave an order.

“Lie down under her,” he told Damián.

He set him up in a sixty-nine: Damián underneath, licking me, Maximiliano behind me, and me with my mouth on my boyfriend. What was curious was that Damián, far from being bothered, got harder than ever from that command. His body gave him away.

We stayed like that a good while, until Maximiliano warned us and came. When he pulled out, I don’t know whether by accident or on purpose, his cock brushed my boyfriend’s face. Far from pulling away, Damián stayed still.

“Lick it and then use it,” Maximiliano ordered him, pointing at me.

Damián hesitated for a second. Maximiliano slapped his ass.

“Come on. Do it.”

And he did. Then he climbed on top of me and fucked me until he finished. We both collapsed, spent. Maximiliano lay down beside us and we stayed there talking, laughing about how intense it had been.

“I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner,” I said.

“By the way, that was some slap you gave me,” Damián complained, rubbing himself.

“Sorry,” Maximiliano laughed. “I don’t measure my strength when I see hips like yours. Seriously, with the right clothes you could fool anyone.”

Damián laughed, but he didn’t say no.

“I bet you’d look lethal in a thong,” Maximiliano went on. “Have you ever worn one?”

“Never,” Damián said. “What for?”

“I think you’d look incredible, baby,” I said, amused.

Maximiliano didn’t ask any further. He stood up, picked up one of my thongs, and planted himself in front of him, still half-erect.

“I’m not asking. Here.”

Damián looked at that image, hesitated for another second, and gave in.

“All right.”

***

I sat on the edge of the bed and Maximiliano wrapped one arm around my waist while Damián put on my thong. From the front it looked funny. But when he turned around, both of us were left speechless. He had a gorgeous ass, round, barely contained by the garment. I felt Maximiliano’s cock waking up again.

He ordered him closer. Each of us grabbed one cheek. Then he gave him two swats and told him to get on all fours. Damián obeyed, shyly, on the mattress.

“Your boyfriend has an ass to die for,” Maximiliano said.

“And I had no idea,” I replied.

“And he’s obedient. A well-trained pet, just like you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I answered, burning up.

“Look at you,” he laughed. “I’ve got your boyfriend on all fours and you jerking me off.”

“It’s because you’re a real man,” I whispered in his ear. “And he’s something else.”

He made me bend down to suck him while he had Damián in front of him. Then he put me on all fours next to my boyfriend and fucked me hard, slapping him between thrusts. He kept at it for over an hour, until he came inside me. After that he ordered Damián to lick me, and he took me one last time.

That night I had the best orgasms of my life.

When Maximiliano got dressed, he said goodbye to Damián, told him he’d had an amazing time and that he’d be back soon. I walked him to the door, we shared a long kiss, and he left.

I went back to bed with my boyfriend. We talked for a while. Neither of us had disliked anything; on the contrary. In the days that followed we sought each other out with a hunger we no longer remembered, reliving every detail of that night. And we still had the date the following week, and everything we’d awakened in Damián without meaning to.

But that is another story.