My Friend Confessed Her Second Threesome to Me on a Wednesday

A few months ago I told you about the first time my friend Camila ended up on her knees between two men. I wrote it almost without meaning to, because I could hardly believe that she, my best friend since high school, had done something like that. And I’m back because that night had a second part. And the second part was a different story.

It was a random Wednesday when she showed up, with that same little face as always. Freshly touched-up lavender hair, a tight butter-colored T-shirt, and her eyes lowered. No sooner had she sat down on my bed and closed the bedroom door than she let out the sigh I was already expecting.

—Anto… it happened again.

I froze with the mate in my hand.

—What happened again, Cami?

—Another threesome. With the same Mateo. And this time it was a little more… intense.

I settled in front of her, crossed my legs, and smiled at her with that look that said, “Tell me everything, now.”

—Start from the beginning. Don’t skip anything.

Camila bit her lower lip and began.

***

It was a quiet night at my boyfriend’s place. We were alone, sprawled out on the bed after regular sex, still sweaty and getting our breathing back. He was stroking my hair while I had my head resting on his chest. And out of nowhere, without warning, he dropped the bomb.

—Do you want to do Mateo again?

I went completely still. I lifted my face and looked at him with my eyes wide as saucers.

—Seriously? —I whispered—. I thought it was a one-time thing.

He smiled at me with that half-smile he always used when he wanted to convince me of something.

—It was fucking amazing, Cami. You looked gorgeous between the two of us. And I saw how much you liked being used. Didn’t you want to feel two cocks all to yourself again?

I thought about it for a long time. I stayed silent for almost a whole minute, staring at the blanket. A thousand things went through my head: that the first time I hadn’t been entirely sure, that I’d done it more to please him, that afterward I’d felt weird for two full days. But I also remembered how soaked I’d gotten when they had me on all fours, sucking one while the other fucked me hard.

—I don’t know, baby —I told him softly—. I’m embarrassed. And scared. Last time was intense.

He held me tighter, kissed my forehead, and started talking to me in a low voice, with that tone that always ended up wearing me down.

—Look, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. But I know you like feeling used. I saw your face when they filled your mouth and your tits. And I love seeing you like that, submissive, obedient. My divine girl. If you say yes, we’ll plan it properly, on a weekend, nice and easy. One more time. And if at any moment you want to stop, we stop. Okay?

I stayed silent for a long while. I felt queasy, and at the same time that traitorous arousal that showed up every time he pushed me a little beyond my limit. In the end I blurted out:

—Okay. But only one more time.

He smiled wide, kissed me deeply, and that very same night he picked up his phone.

***

They arranged it by message, the two of them, without involving me in the conversation. Mateo replied quickly, excited. They set it for the following Saturday night, once again at his apartment in Belgrano. Same routine as the first time: have a drink first, then go to the bedroom. I’d made it crystal clear that I didn’t want double penetration with Mateo, so that was off the table. The rest was open.

Saturday came. I got dressed as if I were going on a normal date, even though I knew it wasn’t a normal date. Same outfit as last time: tight jeans, a short top, a light jacket over it. Underneath, a lilac lace set, with the panties I had already worn before. I wore my lavender hair loose and glossy, gloss in the same shade. Before getting into the car, my boyfriend leaned in and pressed his mouth to my ear.

—Tonight you’re going to be gorgeous between the two of us again.

I felt my thong get wet right there in the building elevator.

***

We got to Mateo’s apartment. He opened the door with a huge smile, as if we were old friends. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt, with no trace of the sexual tension from the last time. He showed us into the living room and said:

—I ordered sushi and some cold beers. I also have soda. I figured we could eat something calmly first and talk for a bit. There’s no rush.

I breathed out in relief. It was exactly what I needed so my head wouldn’t explode. The three of us sat on the couch like any ordinary group of friends. Mateo and my boyfriend talked about football, I ate a few pieces and drank a flavored water, barely opening my mouth. I laughed when they made jokes, answered when they asked me something, but inside I felt the knot in my stomach slowly loosen. It’s just a get-together, we’ll see later, I kept telling myself. Mateo was nice, he chatted naturally, he didn’t look at me like a degenerate. That calmed my nerves a lot.

We finished eating, the three of us cleared the plates, and only then did the mood in the apartment change.

—Well… shall we go to the bedroom? —Mateo said, his voice a little deeper than before.

The tingling in my legs came back. My boyfriend took my hand, and the three of us walked into the bedroom. The light was dim, the huge bed was neatly made, everything even more carefully set up than last time.

As soon as the door closed, Mateo took control. This time he was much more obviously dominant. He stood in front of me and pointed to the floor with his chin.

—Get on your knees, Cami. Start with the two of us.

I blushed instantly, but I obeyed without saying a word. I knelt on the rug. My boyfriend and Mateo stayed standing in front of me. They both pulled their pants down a little and took their cocks out, already half-hard. I lifted my face and started sucking both of them.

First my boyfriend, slowly, with my mouth warm. Then I moved to Mateo, whose bigger dick still impressed me. I went back and forth, alternating, leaving them shiny, using my tongue the way I knew how. The two of them looked down at me, their breathing growing heavier. Mateo placed a hand on the back of my neck and set the rhythm.

—That’s it, good girl. Suck us both.

After a while he spoke again, firmly.

—Take your clothes off. I want to see you in lingerie while you keep going.

I stood up, embarrassed, and took everything off piece by piece: the jacket first, then the top, the jeans. I was left in the lilac lace set, my big tits squeezed into the bra. I knelt again and kept sucking them, almost naked, as if it were a small detail.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They took off their shirt, pants, and boxers. They were completely naked and hard. Mateo pointed to the bed.

—Come on. Get in the middle.

I lay down on my back, my head against the pillows. My boyfriend on the right, Mateo on the left. They started kissing me at the same time. First softly, then with tongue, biting my neck. While they kissed me, they took off my bra and panties. My tits were left bare and they split them between them: one sucked a nipple, the other the other one. I was already completely surrendered, panting, my eyes half-closed.

Then came the part that was hardest for me. The two of them put on condoms. My boyfriend went in first, slowly, while Mateo kissed me and squeezed my tits. Then they switched: Mateo fucked me while my boyfriend sucked my nipples and kissed my mouth. They took turns, slow but deep, without rushing. Me in the middle, panting hard, my lavender hair spread out on the pillow, feeling used and, at the same time, protected between the two of them.

After a good while like that, the two of them looked at each other with that complicity I had already seen the first time.

—Want to try double? —my boyfriend asked, his voice rough.

I felt a lump in my throat. We had talked a thousand times about how only he could fuck me in the ass, so the double penetration would be him in back and Mateo in front. The idea was starting to make me nervous, but I still nodded. One more time, that’s it, I thought.

I put lube on my ass myself. My boyfriend lay on his back in the middle of the bed, condom on. I climbed on top of him facing away from him, bracing my hands on his knees. I lowered myself very slowly until his cock was inside my ass. I started moving gently, up and down, while Mateo came up from the front.

Mateo aimed his lubed cock at my cunt to add the second side. As soon as I felt the head pressing in, my whole body locked up. My legs started shaking, my shoulders tensed, and without thinking I jerked back up. My boyfriend’s cock came out with a wet sound.

—No… I can’t —I murmured, red to the ears, my eyes full of tears—. I’m scared. It’s too much.

—It’s okay, Cami. It’s fine. We’re not trying that again —Mateo said, his voice soft now.

I took a deep breath, relieved. My boyfriend kissed my shoulder as if to tell me everything was okay.

***

We moved straight to another position. I got on all fours at the edge of the bed. My boyfriend knelt behind me and started fucking me hard, holding my hips. At the same time, Mateo stood in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. I was in the middle, taking it from behind and sucking in front, moaning around Mateo’s cock, drooling like never before. Then they switched: Mateo fucked me from behind while my boyfriend made me suck him.

At the end of that round, the two of them stood in front of me, with me kneeling again. They jerked off quickly, aiming at my tits. My boyfriend came first, then Mateo, much harder, leaving my breasts covered in a warm liquid that ran down to my navel. I looked at myself and could hardly recognize myself. I swear, Anto, it was incredible.

We rested for a while. We drank water, I wiped myself with a towel, the three of us stretched out on the bed. I was exhausted but still hot. Fifteen minutes later they were hard again. They fucked me alternating once more, first my boyfriend, then Mateo, deep and unhurried, until I had a brutal orgasm. My whole body convulsed, I screamed and trembled like never before. The two of them held me while I came.

When my breathing finally settled, both of them were at the edge again.

—I want to finish in your mouth —Mateo said, with that dominant voice he hadn’t let go of all night.

I knelt down again. Mateo jerked himself off while looking me in the eyes and came in my mouth, a pretty large amount. I didn’t swallow it.

And then the strongest thing of the whole night happened.

My boyfriend came over quickly, took my face in both hands, and planted a deep kiss on me. He pushed his tongue inside, sucking part of Mateo’s cum directly from my mouth. The kiss was long, sloppy, with strings of fluid mixing between the two tongues. I felt my boyfriend swallow some and keep kissing me, tasting another man. Mateo watched it all with a satisfied smile, as if he had planned it from the beginning.

When my boyfriend pulled away, with traces still on his lips, he told me softly in my ear:

—Open your mouth again, baby.

He jerked off the last few seconds and came on my face: ropes landing on my cheek, my nose, my lips, and a little on my lavender hair. I was left with my face marked, shiny, and my mouth still tasting of Mateo.

***

—Anto, it was weird. I felt super used, but also hot. The craziest part was that kiss. I felt like it was… I don’t know. I don’t know if I liked it or if it grossed me out. But I did it.

I looked at her in astonishment and with a little compassion. I handed her a clean towel I had tucked away, poured her another mate, and let her breathe.

Not long after, they broke up. She never told me the exact reason, but I suppose that second time had been too much, even for her.

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