The Threesome Afternoon That Started with a Movie

My name is Marcos, and what happened that summer afternoon was my first time in more ways than one. Not only because I had never been with a woman that way, but because I had never crossed certain boundaries with a friend watching, either. I’m telling it now because I still remember every second with obscene clarity, as if the heat of that day had stayed stuck to my skin.

It was August, in a city scorched by the sun and by boredom. Almost everyone we knew had gone away on vacation, and I had spent two days shut up at home, wandering between the fridge, the sofa, and the fan, without even feeling like masturbating. In the middle of the afternoon, Iván, one of my best friends, called to suggest I come over to his place to watch an adventure-movie marathon with his girlfriend, Lara.

“What are you doing?” he asked as soon as I picked up.

“Dying of boredom. Sweating and wasting time.”

“Then come over. Lara and I are going to watch movies and order something for dinner.”

“I’m not going to go and get in the way.”

“Don’t be an idiot. If I’m calling, it’s because I want you to come.”

I hesitated a little. Not because of him, but because of her. Lara had always struck me as one hell of a woman. Dark-haired, light-eyed, with a fit body and a way of looking at people that seemed provocative even when she was talking about something completely trivial. I had never tried anything because she was my friend’s girlfriend, and besides, they made a great couple, but I had fantasized about her more than once.

A little while later, as if to seal the invitation, I got a message from her.

“Come already, and bring popcorn. Don’t be a pain.”

That made me laugh and finally convinced me. I showered, put on a pair of thin shorts and a lightweight T-shirt, grabbed some bags of snacks, and left the house with my hair still half-wet.

When I arrived, Lara was the one who opened the door. She had just showered, her hair wet and a large robe tied around her waist. The neckline opened just enough to show me the beginnings of her tits, and the smell of clean soap hit me full in the face.

“Hi, Marcos,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek with such natural ease that it left me rigid.

“Hi.”

“Come in. Iván’s changing. We worked out for a while so we could pretend we weren’t going to eat like pigs afterward.”

I went in, trying not to stare too much, but it was impossible. The robe clung to her hips and ass with the dampness. She turned around and walked toward the hallway as if she knew perfectly well what she was provoking.

Iván appeared right away, wearing athletic clothes and looking as though he hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

“About time,” he said. “Let’s get everything ready.”

In the kitchen, we talked about stupid things—mutual friends, other people’s vacations, and the heat. Then Lara reappeared in different clothes, and this time she left me breathless. She was wearing one of his loose tank tops and a pair of black shorts so short and tight they looked drawn onto her ass. Whenever she leaned over or raised an arm, you could glimpse the dark bra she wore underneath from the side.

“What? Are we starting, or are you planning to philosophize all night?” she said with a smile.

We settled in the living room. I sat on a wide sofa and they took the larger one, although after a while, between the drinks, bowls, and jokes, we ended up scattered all over the place. The movie played in the background and the conversation flowed on its own. The atmosphere was comfortable—too comfortable.

Until Iván’s phone rang.

He paused the movie to answer his parents. The conversation dragged on longer than expected, filled with absurd questions and reminders about the family dog, a small, nervous animal that wouldn’t stop pacing up and down the hallway. When he hung up, he let out a huff.

“I have to take him downstairs for a minute. I’ll be right back. Keep watching the movie.”

“Don’t be long,” Lara said.

The door closed and we were alone. At first we kept watching the screen and commenting on a scene. Nothing strange. Nothing that a hundred other people couldn’t have heard. But suddenly she turned her head toward me and asked:

“Do you like women like that?”

“Like what?”

“You know. Beautiful, shameless, with a face that says they’re always getting into trouble.”

I laughed awkwardly.

“I suppose.”

“And do you like me?”

The question hit me like a bucket of boiling water. I looked at her, searching for a joking smile. There wasn’t one.

“You’re very beautiful, yes.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, I like you.”

Lara slowly straightened up. She stood in front of me, looking at me as if she already knew the answer to everything. Then she caught hold of the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Beneath it she wore a simple black bra, but at that moment it seemed to me like the most obscene thing in the world.

“Better now?”

I felt my cock harden instantly, so hard it hurt inside my shorts. I swallowed.

“You’d better cover yourself,” I muttered.

“Are you saying that for my sake, or because of what’s happened down there?”

She pointed at my crotch and I looked down. The outline was impossible to hide. On top of that, I wasn’t wearing underwear, so the bulge was blatant.

She gave a low laugh and put her T-shirt back on just before we heard the door. Iván returned and the scene dissolved as if nothing had happened, although it took me several minutes to breathe normally again.

Lara sat closer to me when we resumed the movie. Her thigh brushed mine once, twice, three times. I didn’t know whether it was accidental or cruel. I could barely follow anything happening on the screen anymore.

When the first movie ended, I said I should probably leave. They both protested. She more than he did.

“No way. We’ll order dinner and watch the second one,” Lara said. “You don’t have to get up early tomorrow.”

Iván got up at once.

“I’ll stop by the bar on the corner and bring sandwiches and some portions. You two set the table and feed the dog, or I’ll forget everything.”

“Take your time,” she replied.

As soon as he left, I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew something was going to happen. I knew it even before she opened her mouth.

“You liked what you saw earlier,” she said bluntly.

“Don’t start.”

“Of course I’m going to start. I’ve spent the whole afternoon noticing the way you look at me.”

I lied instinctively, but my face made it obvious that she was taking me apart. She came closer until she was pressed against me. She placed a hand on my abdomen and let it slide slowly downward, over my shorts, until she grabbed my cock with her whole palm.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re so hard.”

The simple contact made me exhale through my nose like an animal. She squeezed a little harder, testing my thickness, sliding her hand up and down over the fabric. My cock answered with a clumsy, heavy throb beneath her fingers.

“Lara...” I said, not knowing whether I was asking her to stop or to continue.

“You’re not going to stop me.”

Her voice was calm, almost tender, but there was nothing innocent about her hand. She would jerk me off right there if I let her. And I let her. Fuck, did I let her.

With her other hand, she took my wrist and slid it inside her shorts. She was wearing a thin pair of panties, soaked in the center. I felt the damp heat as soon as my fingers brushed the fabric.

“Can you feel it?” she murmured. “You did this to me.”

She raised her hips a little, seeking more pressure against my hand, and sped up the movements over my cock. I watched her, still unable to believe it. My best friend’s girlfriend, rubbing herself against my fingers in the dining room while he was out buying dinner.

“Put your hand in properly,” she ordered.

I did. I slid my fingers inside her panties and found her hot, open, slippery pussy. She was so wet that my fingers slipped between her lips without effort. Lara closed her eyes and rested her forehead on my shoulder while she kept jerking me off.

“That’s it... fuck, just like that.”

I stroked her clit with my thumb and she jolted. Then I pushed one finger inside her, slowly at first, feeling her squeeze around me. Her pussy was alive, contracting around my finger, sucking it with a thick wetness that drove me wild.

“Another,” she told me in my ear.

I slid in two fingers. She moaned with her mouth open, without the slightest shame. Her hand kept working my cock over my shorts, but that was no longer enough for her. She yanked down my waistband, pulled me out, and stared at me with her lips parted.

“Now I understand why your friend talks about it so much.”

She grabbed me directly. The contact of her bare hand went through my entire body. She began jerking me slowly, very slowly, as if she wanted to savor my body’s reaction. I kept fingering her, and every thrust of my hand drew a more broken sound from her.

“Sit properly,” she said.

I obeyed almost without thinking. She knelt between my legs, pulled the shorts and panties slightly to one side, and began licking the tip of my cock. It was a long, wet, deliberate first stroke. Then she took half my cock into her mouth and sucked, closing her lips tightly around it.

My shoulders folded forward from pure pleasure. No one had ever sucked me before. I had never felt a mouth working me like that, a tongue circling my glans, a hand squeezing the base while she set the pace. I had to brace myself against the sofa so I wouldn’t grab her head all at once.

“Fuck, Lara...”

She looked up without letting me go. Her eyes were blazing. She swallowed me deeper again, until I felt the hot wetness surrounding me completely. She sucked me eagerly, alternating long, fast pulls with little moans that vibrated along my cock. Every time she pulled her mouth away, a shining strand stretched between her lips and my dick, and then she enveloped me again with that mouth as if she were starving.

I lowered one hand to the back of her neck and put the other on one of her tits through her T-shirt. I squeezed hard. She moaned without stopping her sucking. Then she pulled away for a moment, panting.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “But first I want to show you something.”

She stood, went to the entrance, and locked the front door. My pulse shot up. When she came back, she had her phone in her hand. She dialed something and smiled.

“Don’t be scared.”

The living-room door opened almost immediately. Iván was standing there, a bag in each hand, with an expression that was not exactly one of surprise. I froze, cock out, pants down, and breathing completely fucked.

“Finally,” he said, setting the bags on the table. “I thought you two would take less time.”

I understood nothing for two full seconds.

“What the fuck...?”

Lara laughed and sat on my lap facing him, still with my hard cock pressed against her thigh.

“I suggested it to him a while ago,” Iván explained as he approached. “You’ve always turned her on. And I was curious to see you lose control.”

“Did you set me up?”

“An invitation,” Lara corrected, biting her lip. “And you can still say no.”

I looked at them both. There was no mockery on their faces. Only desire. Real, adult, shameless desire. My best friend was hard inside his pants, and his girlfriend was moving against my thigh, her pussy soaking my skin. Saying no was impossible.

“I’m not going to say no,” I admitted.

Iván smiled in a way I will never forget. He came closer and kissed me. It was a dry kiss at first, brief, almost a question. I stayed still for a fraction of a second, then returned the pressure. He tasted of beer and heat. Lara moaned when she saw us and began rubbing herself harder against my cock.

“That’s it,” she said. “I want to see you together.”

Iván gripped my jaw and kissed me again, this time more deeply. His tongue brushed mine and I felt a strange, new, brutal jolt. It wasn’t just the novelty. It was the kink of the whole thing. His hand dropped to my chest, then my abdomen, and finally wrapped around my cock together with Lara’s. The two of them began jerking me off.

“I always knew you had a good one,” he murmured against my mouth.

“And I always wanted to find out,” she added.

They were dismantling me between them. Lara finally took off her T-shirt, leaving her tits exposed, squeezed into the black bra that had been teasing me since I arrived. Iván pulled it down impatiently and she was left bare-chested. Her breasts were round and firm, her nipples already hard. I leaned in at once and sucked one while she moaned and kept touching me.

Iván pulled down his pants and took his out too. At that moment I understood the repeated joke between us in the locker room: yes, he was well equipped. Lara looked at both cocks together and nearly licked her lips.

“Fuck, what a sight.”

She knelt on the rug and gestured for us to come closer. First she grabbed me and licked from my balls to the tip. Then she did the same to him. She alternated between us with obscene naturalness, sucking one while masturbating the other, changing her rhythm, angle, and depth. Watching my friend’s girlfriend’s mouth pass from my cock to his made it difficult for me to remain standing.

Iván looked at me while she sucked us.

“Touch me.”

I obeyed. I grabbed his cock and began jerking him off in the same rhythm Lara was using to suck me. He let out a deep moan. Feeling another hard cock in my hand was strange for half a second; the next, I was completely lost in the game. He held mine too, and for a few moments we were two guys masturbating each other while his girlfriend took turns swallowing us. Everything was sweaty, shining, throbbing.

Lara stood up and took off her shorts and panties in one go. She was naked from the waist down, her pussy open and wet, her thighs tense, her skin covered in goosebumps.

“Enough playing. I want cock inside me.”

We sat her on the edge of the sofa. Iván kissed her hungrily while I opened her legs. I ran the tips of two fingers over her entrance and she pushed my hand inside. She was still just as wet, even wetter. I licked her pussy without thinking twice. I slid my tongue between her lips, moved up to her clit, and started eating her properly.

Lara cried out my name and grabbed my hair.

“Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I ate her pussy with all the afternoon’s pent-up hunger. I tasted her, felt the heat of her juices, felt the way she crushed my face with her pelvis whenever I brushed the spot she liked most. Iván positioned himself behind her and put two fingers in her mouth for her to suck. Then he stroked her neck, breasts, and stomach while I kept devouring her below.

When I felt her beginning to tremble, she pushed me away halfway.

“Fuck me now.”

Iván looked at me.

“You go first.”

I positioned myself between her legs. Lara guided me with her hand, gripping my cock and rubbing herself with the tip. The contact of my glans against her entrance made me growl. She was so hot and wet that I almost slipped inside on my own, but she wanted to mark the moment. She looked me in the eyes and slowly impaled herself.

I entered inch by inch, feeling her pussy open to swallow me. When I was fully inside her, she let out a hoarse moan and I had to clench my teeth to keep from coming right then.

“Fuck... you’re so tight,” I said.

“Move.”

She didn’t have to repeat herself. I began with short, deep thrusts, gripping her by the hips. Every impact made her ass slap against my thighs and drew a different sound from her. Iván was beside her, kissing her and sliding his tongue into her mouth while watching her take my cock. The image was madness: his girlfriend open for me, her face turned toward him, the three of us breathing the same air.

I increased the pace. Lara was no longer moaning; she was panting and spitting out broken curses. She dug her nails into my forearms and began moving her hips to take me better.

“Harder, Marcos. Fuck me hard.”

I gave it to her exactly as she asked. Dry, full thrusts, driving all the way in. Her pussy made wet sounds with every stroke. Iván lowered one hand between us and rubbed her clit while I penetrated her. That extra touch destroyed her. She arched, clenching around me all at once, and came trembling on my cock with a muffled cry against his neck.

I felt her contractions and had to pull out so I wouldn’t come. Lara breathed deeply, still shaking, then turned toward Iván with a smile of pure lust.

“Now you.”

He took my place and penetrated her without ceremony, with one firm thrust that made her bite her lip. I positioned myself beside her and she sought my mouth desperately. While Iván fucked her, I kissed her and sucked her nipples. Then she guided my hand to my cock.

“Don’t just stand there.”

I began jerking myself off while watching my friend fuck her. The kink completely overwhelmed me. He thrust into her from the front, gripping her thigh, and Lara looked at him with that slutty expression that would have made me come just from seeing it. I lowered my hand and stroked her ass. Iván understood immediately.

“Get behind her.”

I did. Lara leaned forward, ending up almost on all fours on the sofa. Iván stayed inside her pussy and I knelt behind her to eat her ass and kiss her back. I spread her cheeks slightly and ran my tongue along the middle. She let out a filthy moan, trembling with pleasure.

“Fuck... yes... that too.”

While he fucked her, I licked her ass and masturbated her clit with two fingers. It was too much. Too wet, too obscene, too perfect to be real. Iván was reaching his limit; I could hear it in his breathing.

“I want to see you inside her again,” he told me. “Your turn.”

He pulled out and gave me his place. This time Lara got properly on all fours. I gripped her hips and slid into her from behind. She took me more easily than before, even slicker from everything we had done. I began fucking her hungrily, with less care, hearing the sound of my cock striking her pussy while she buried her face in the backrest and moaned like a filthy slut without trying to keep quiet.

Iván positioned himself in front of her. Lara grabbed his cock and began sucking him while I fucked her from behind. Seeing her mouth working my friend’s dick at the same time I was fucking her was what finally broke my mind. I gripped her hips harder and thrust into her without mercy.

“That’s it, you bitch, just like that,” slipped out of me.

She answered by taking more of Iván’s cock into her mouth and thrusting her ass back toward me more eagerly. He held her hair and let her suck him at her own pace without taking his eyes off me. There was complicity, exhibition, and an almost animal tension between us.

“You’re fucking her beautifully,” he told me.

That made me even worse. I felt my orgasm rising violently. Lara was close again too, because her pussy squeezed in pulses and her legs were beginning to give out. I slid one hand beneath her stomach and rubbed her clit while continuing to drive into her as deeply as I could.

She came with Iván’s cock in her mouth and mine inside her. Her whole body trembled. She pulled away from him just in time to cry out, squeezing me so tightly that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I pulled out of her pussy and came over her ass and lower back, with brutal spurts that left me half-blind. My cum ran down her skin and she passed her fingers over it, still moaning.

Iván finished almost immediately. He pulled his cock from her mouth, grabbed her by the nape, and came over her lips and chin. Lara opened her mouth to collect some of it, then smiled, exhausted and satisfied, with a mixture of semen on her skin and her eyes shining.

We stayed still for a few seconds, doing nothing but breathing. The dog appeared in the hallway, oblivious to everything, and let out a short bark. The three of us suddenly burst out laughing, still naked, sweaty, and smeared with cum.

“Well,” Lara said at last, “I think the movie can wait.”

Iván dropped onto the sofa and held out a hand to me. I looked at it for a second before shaking it. That simple, direct gesture relaxed me more than any words could have.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fucking great,” I answered.

Lara curled up between us, naked, with a tired smile.

“I’m glad. Because I’m not leaving this as a one-afternoon thing.”

And she said it so calmly, as if suggesting we repeat a dinner or resume a movie series. Except that night we had already started something else. Something much dirtier, much more intense, and far harder to forget.