Threesome in Orbit: What We Did in Front of Mars

The Selene-9 station had been suspended above Mars for so long that the planet no longer seemed like a destination or a threat, but an immense red neighbor pressed against the glass. Outside, everything was silence. Inside, recycled air, gentle alarms, and routine had eventually seeped beneath our skin.

I had learned to divide my days into small tasks so I wouldn’t think about the years we still had left up there. Checking the hydroponic crops. Cleaning filters. Recording variables for a control base that could no longer help us with anything immediate. Mauro took refuge in technical maintenance with an almost obsessive discipline, and Kenji turned every free hour into exercise, medical checkups, or endless reports on our physical condition.

All three of us were seasoned adults, professionals trained for confinement, isolation, and setbacks. But no simulation prepares you to live for four years with two attractive, healthy, tense people, sharing modules where not even curtains can pretend to offer privacy. Loneliness on an orbital station isn’t about being without people. It’s about never being able to escape the same people.

During the first few months, novelty saved us. We talked about traveling, old lovers, absurdly earthly foods we missed. Then came the irreversible failure of the return module and the agency’s blunt announcement: rescue might be possible in several years. Survive, yes. Return soon, no.

Something changed that night in Room 4, the old conference module we had turned into an improvised dining room, recreation room, and refuge for being somewhere without feeling the hum of the rest of the ship so close. We had eaten far too late. Mauro opened a bottle of homemade wine, a decent blend made from freeze-dried extracts and patience. Kenji laughed after the first sip, saying it tasted like punishment. I finished it anyway.

The central screen remained on, displaying the entertainment menu. Movies. Music. Restricted files. That last directory had been a recurring joke between us for months. Pornographic content “authorized for crew mental-health reasons.” Everything so clinical, so male, so predictable that it ended up being sadder than arousing.

—The same crap again —I said, slowly spinning in the magnetic seat—. I don’t know who picked this, but they clearly didn’t think about a woman.

Mauro burst out laughing and ran a hand over his short beard. —Are you going to file a formal complaint?

—Too late for that.

Kenji looked at me over his glass. He had that calm way of watching that became dangerous when he had a little alcohol in him. —Then suggest an alternative.

It wasn’t a spontaneous idea, though it looked like one. We had been carrying electricity in our bodies for months. Months of brushing against one another, of looks that lasted too long, of masturbating a few feet apart while pretending there was privacy behind a piece of fabric. Months of listening to ragged breathing in the orbital night. I already knew what Mauro sounded like when he came. I also knew Kenji took longer showers after seeing me in tight workout clothes.

I left my glass floating, secured to the table by Velcro, and slowly uncrossed my legs. —The alternative is to stop pretending we’re only working here.

Neither of them moved. Air continued flowing from the vents with that constant murmur which, for the first time, seemed to me like the backdrop to something else.

—What exactly are you saying? —Mauro asked, and although he smiled, his voice had already dropped half an octave.

—That we’re trapped here for years. That we’ve wanted each other for a long time. And that watching mediocre videos while we have you both right beside us seems like a waste of time.

Kenji raised an eyebrow. —That was pretty direct.

—I don’t feel like being subtle anymore.

Mauro stood and switched off the main light. Only Mars’s red glow entering through the panoramic window and the blue lines of the idle controls remained. The room changed all at once: it stopped looking like a work module and began to feel like a mouth closing behind us.

—If this goes badly —Mauro said— we’re still going to see each other’s faces every day.

—If nothing happens —I replied— we will too.

Kenji anchored his glass and pushed himself toward me with a slight impulse from the tip of his foot. In zero gravity, movements aren’t abrupt: they unfold in the air. His knee brushed mine and didn’t pull away. Mauro came from behind, more slowly, as if he wanted to give both of us time to change our minds.

We didn’t.

I was the one who closed the distance. I put a hand on the back of Kenji’s neck and kissed him first because he was the most restrained, the most proper, and I wanted to break that mask with my mouth. His lips were tense at first, barely parted, but when my tongue insisted, he answered hungrily. His hand gripped my waist as if he needed a fixed point in the middle of the drift.

Mauro watched us for a second that seemed eternal. Then he took me by the back of the thigh and turned me slightly toward him. —Don’t leave me watching —he murmured.

I kissed him without letting go of Kenji. I felt their breaths collide, the heat of two bodies pressing against mine in a space with no up or down. Months of tension condensed into that first clumsy crossing of mouths, hands, and legs searching for support where there was none.

The uniform fabric was an insult. Mauro opened the front zipper with impatient fingers and slipped his hand inside, straight to one breast. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers and I moaned against Kenji’s mouth. Kenji answered by grabbing my ass over my clothes, spreading my cheeks with his palm as if he were already imagining where he wanted to put his hand next.

—Fuck —Mauro let out when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra—. You’re so hard.

—I’ve been like this for months —I told him, my voice coming out hoarse.

Kenji lowered his mouth to my neck and began kissing me more decisively, opening a path with his tongue down to my collarbone. Meanwhile, Mauro pulled the uniform off my shoulders and left it floating behind me like an empty skin. Cold air brushed my breasts, and they both stared at them for a moment before lunging in.

Mauro sucked one nipple avidly, without tenderness, while Kenji took care of the other, licking it slowly, almost methodically. I felt their hands on my waist, my ribs, my belly, one after the other and all at once. On Earth I would have chosen a position. Up there, there was only the disordered pleasure of three adults clinging to one another so they wouldn’t be flung away.

I put my hand over Mauro’s bulge through his pants and squeezed it. He was genuinely hard. He let out a growl, barely bit my breast, and rested his forehead on my shoulder. —If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you right here against the glass.

—That sounds like a promise.

Kenji held my chin and made me look at him. His dark eyes were no longer calm at all. —I’m more concerned about who goes first.

I unbuttoned his pants. —We can stop thinking as if there are turns.

Between the three of us, we stripped with a mixture of clumsiness and urgency. Shirts, pants, and underwear floated around us like the remains of a silent explosion. Seeing them naked beneath the planet’s red light was stronger than any fantasy I’d ever had on Earth. Mauro was broad and muscular, his thick cock already wet at the tip. Kenji, leaner, had an erection just as hard, a little longer, and his gaze fixed on me as if he still couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

—Don’t just stand there —I said, because I couldn’t either.

I pushed myself toward the module’s padded wall and hooked my feet into a support bar. They understood immediately. Mauro spread my legs and ran a hand between them. Two fingers. Straight in. He found my soaking pussy and chuckled under his breath.

—Shit, Lara…

—Don’t talk so much.

He pushed his fingers deep inside me, curling them as his thumb rubbed my clit hard. The moan escaped me without shame, bounced off the metal surfaces, and heated us further. Kenji heard it and knelt in midair in front of me, holding my hip as he buried his face between my legs.

The first lick made me close my eyes. Broad, slow, from bottom to top. Then another, and another faster one, while Mauro kept fingering me with an increasingly rough rhythm. Having one man’s mouth and the other’s hand on me at the same time left me trembling in an almost ridiculous way. I felt the pull in my belly, my legs opening wider, my swollen clit beneath Kenji’s tongue.

—Like that —I panted—. Don’t stop, keep going, fuck…

Kenji obeyed with fierce concentration. He sucked my clit, circled it with his tongue, then opened me with two fingers so he could push his tongue deeper, swallowing my moans. Mauro kissed my neck from behind while fingering me with fingers so wet that the sound of my pussy could be heard throughout the room.

I came before long. The release tore through my belly and folded me forward. Kenji held me by the hips so I wouldn’t drift away from him while he kept licking, stretching my orgasm until it became almost painful. Mauro pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth. They tasted like me, salty and hot. I sucked them while looking into his eyes.

—Your turn —I told Kenji, and dove onto his cock.

I gripped him at the base, hard and tense, ran my tongue over the glans, and then took him into my mouth. In zero gravity, it was strangely easy to get situated: he held onto a bar, I held onto his thighs, and Mauro positioned himself behind me to move my hair aside and fondle my breasts while I sucked. I lowered myself little by little, taking more and more of him. Kenji breathed deeply, holding himself back, but when I brushed his balls with my free hand, he let out a short, very inelegant moan that I loved drawing from him.

—Look at me —Mauro ordered from behind, and when I turned, I saw that he was masturbating in front of my face, his cock swollen, his hand moving up and down with restrained desperation.

I pulled Kenji from my mouth with a thread of saliva and smiled. —Do you want some too?

—I want everything.

I gave Mauro a couple of quick licks, just to make him mad, and went back to Kenji until I felt him trembling. Then I let him go before he came. —Not yet.

Kenji grabbed me by the nape, not to force me, but to bring his forehead against mine. —Now I understand what you meant about the inevitable proposal.

I kissed him with my taste still in his mouth, then turned toward Mauro. He didn’t wait any longer. He took me by the thighs, lifted me easily, and settled me against the padded wall, using the room’s restraint straps to secure my body. His cock rubbed between my open lips, sliding through my wetness. The mere contact made me gasp.

—Tell me you want it —he murmured, already half animal.

—Fuck me already.

He didn’t need telling twice. He penetrated me with one firm, deep thrust that tore a scream from me. My pussy closed around his cock as if it had been waiting for exactly that pressure for months. Mauro swore and gripped my hips harder, digging in with his fingers. He began fucking me with short thrusts at first, testing angles, until he found the rhythm. Once he did, the entire room disappeared.

In zero gravity, each thrust knocked us out of alignment, so Kenji positioned himself beside me to support my back and, while he was at it, put two fingers in my mouth. I sucked them while Mauro penetrated me again and again, deeper each time, using the bar and my body to propel himself. The wet sound of his cock entering and leaving my pussy mingled with my gasps and both men’s panting.

Kenji stroked my throat, moved down over my breasts and belly to my clitoris, and began rubbing it with precise movements. I nearly came apart instantly. Mauro noticed and sped up. —Like that? Is this how you wanted this fucking confinement?

—Yes… yes, fuck… like that…

I came again with him inside me, squeezing him, letting the orgasm shake me in waves longer than the first. Mauro didn’t pull out. He kept fucking me while I was still trembling, using my sensitivity as fuel. I bit my lip until I tasted metal and watched him lose control.

Then Kenji did something that shattered the last bit of restraint between them. He ran his hand over Mauro’s cock, right where it disappeared between my legs, coating his fingers with my wetness. He looked at Mauro for a second, seeking permission. Mauro nodded without stopping his thrusts.

Kenji kissed him.

It was a brief kiss at first, almost exploratory, but it immediately became more open, hungrier. I watched them from below, joined by my body, and the sight aroused me so much that I brought one hand to my breast and squeezed a nipple. Kenji then lowered his mouth from Mauro’s to his neck, his chest, and finally knelt to lick the base of his cock whenever it came out of me.

—Fuck, I’m going to come —Mauro warned.

—Not yet —I said, using his own words against him.

Kenji smiled. —She’s right.

Together, we managed to make him pull out. Mauro left me floating, barely supported by the straps, and stood there breathing deeply. I tugged Kenji by the wrist. —Now come here.

We rearranged ourselves with exciting clumsiness, bumping shoulders and knees as we searched for support. I ended up with my back to Mauro and Kenji in front of me. I guided him myself to the entrance of my pussy and lowered myself onto his cock. He entered slowly at first, stretching me in a different way, and we both moaned at the same time. Behind me, Mauro spread my ass cheeks and spit on my asshole.

A shiver ran through me. —Do it.

He inserted one finger first, massaging around it with unexpected patience. Kenji began moving his hips, short and deep, keeping me firmly impaled on him. I held onto his shoulders while Mauro added a second finger and worked my ass with firm gentleness, preparing me. The contrast between the cock in front and the fingers behind left me gasping uncontrollably.

—I want to see you —I said.

Mauro shifted to the side so I could look. His cock was still hard. Kenji understood before anyone else. He reached a hand toward Mauro and gripped him. He began masturbating him while continuing to thrust inside me. Mauro closed his eyes for a second, swallowed, and then leaned over to kiss me—deep, filthy, as if he wanted to take part in everything at once.

—I’m going to open your ass —he whispered in my ear—. If it hurts, say so.

I nodded, aroused to the marrow. Mauro’s glans pressed against my rear opening, sliding with lubricant and saliva. He pushed slightly, stopped, then did it again. The burning was real, tense, delicious. With Kenji penetrating me from the front, my body didn’t know where to focus. Mauro went in a little farther and I let out a high moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

—Breathe —Kenji said, stroking my face while he remained inside me—. I’ve got you.

I did. And Mauro kept pushing until he was in far enough to drive me wild. It wasn’t a complete double penetration, but the sensation of being full on both sides, opened and used by both of them, took me out of myself. Mauro began moving slowly behind me while Kenji set the rhythm in front. Each thrust from one answered the other’s. All I could do was moan, cling to them, and let them fuck me like the fantasy I had confessed.

The scene shifted its axis without ceasing to be the same. At one point, Kenji pulled out of my pussy and turned toward Mauro. They looked at each other up close, with a mixture of desire and surprise at their own audacity. I, still panting, knelt suspended in front of them and gripped both their cocks, one in each hand.

—Don’t get shy on me now.

I brought them together. Mauro spit into his hand and began masturbating Kenji. Kenji did the same to him. They touched first while looking at each other, then kissed again, this time without hesitation. I alternated my mouth between them, sucking one tip while working the other with my hand. The scene was obscene and perfect: two men hardened by months of desire, exploring each other with my help in the middle of Martian orbit.

Kenji eventually knelt and took Mauro’s cock into his mouth. He didn’t swallow it all at once; he licked it, sucked it, tested it, while Mauro held his short hair and let out hoarse, disbelieving, surrendered moans. Seeing that aroused me violently. I touched my clitoris without shame, spreading my legs wider, and Mauro tore his gaze from Kenji for only a second to watch me make myself come in front of them.

—Come here —he said, pulling his cock from Kenji’s mouth—. I want to come inside you.

This time he put me on all fours against an anchored bench. Kenji positioned himself in front of me and offered me his cock. I took it between my lips just as Mauro penetrated me again from behind, into my pussy, with one brutal thrust. I nearly choked from the shock. Kenji held the back of my neck and let me set the rhythm of the blowjob while Mauro fucked me harder and harder.

The bench vibrated with the thrusts. I sucked, breathed as best I could, moaned with my mouth full, and felt pleasure accumulating beneath my skin like electrical pressure. Kenji began thrusting gently into my mouth, growing more aroused by the second. Mauro grabbed my hair to lift me slightly and spoke right against my ear.

—You’re going to come again. I can tell.

He was right. A few more thrusts, the continuous rubbing of my clitoris against the padded edge, and the sight of Kenji masturbating in front of my face were enough to make me explode. I came with a long moan, trembling from head to toe. My pussy squeezed Mauro so hard that he swore and buried himself to the hilt.

—I’m coming —he said, and this time I didn’t stop him.

He came inside me, hot and pulsing, clinging to my hips. I felt his release and the trembling of his thighs, and that made me moan again around Kenji’s cock. Mauro took several seconds to pull out. When he did, some of his semen slid down my crotch and remained suspended in small droplets that Kenji watched with a dazed smile.

—That definitely wasn’t in the videos —he murmured.

I grabbed him by the nape and kissed him. —You’re still missing one thing.

We lay him down between Mauro and me, holding him between us. I straddled his face so he could eat my pussy again, still sensitive and wet, while Mauro masturbated his cock with a firm hand. The first lick made me gasp; the second drew an incredulous laugh from me. Kenji, no longer shy at all, grabbed my ass and buried his tongue in me as if he wanted to drink up what Mauro had left inside.

Mauro sped up his hand. —Where do you want it?

I lifted my head just enough to look down. Kenji was utterly surrendered, his mouth pressed to my pussy and his abdomen tense. —In my mouth.

I climbed down from his face and knelt in front of him. Mauro kept jerking him off while I ran my tongue over his glans, gathering the clear fluid that spilled before he came. Kenji looked straight at me, breathing unevenly. —I’m not going to last.

—You don’t have to last. You have to come.

I took him fully into my mouth just as Mauro gripped the base and sped up. Kenji moaned, grabbed my shoulders, and came in waves. I felt the thick, hot taste, swallowed what I could, and let the rest coat my lips. Mauro finally released his cock and collapsed against the wall, exhausted. I cleaned the last drop of semen from the tip with my tongue and smiled.

For a few seconds, all we heard were ragged breaths and the hum of the ventilation system. We floated amid loose clothing, beads of sweat, the smell of sex, and that constant red light that made everything unreal. My body was limp, used, happy in a brutally simple way.

Kenji was the first to laugh, his chest still rising and falling. —I think we just did a lot to improve the crew’s mental health.

Mauro ran a hand over his face. —I think we just completely changed this mission.

I embraced them both at once, naked between their warm torsos. There was no grand romance in it, but there was a raw, adult intimacy that confinement had been cooking until it became inevitable. We were no longer just three specialists trapped beside a distant planet. We were three bodies that had crossed a door impossible to close again.

Then a small light began blinking on the side console.

None of us saw it at first. Or we didn’t want to see it.

The system’s automated voice filled Room 4 in its impeccably neutral tone. —Routine transmission complete. Audiovisual file synchronized with external link.

Mauro froze. Kenji turned his head toward the console. It took me a second longer to understand, perhaps because my legs were still trembling.

The security camera fixed in the module’s upper corner had its indicator light on.

—No… —Mauro whispered, already pale.

He propelled himself to the console and reviewed the sequence with clumsy hands. The confirmation appeared on-screen in a cold line of text: automatic retransmission to the general monitoring channel. No local filter. No delay. No privacy.

The three of us looked at one another in silence. I still had traces of semen on my lips. Kenji was naked, his cock half soft, the marks of my fingernails on his thighs. Mauro had my cum and his own drying on his pelvis. Behind us, Mars shone as if nothing had happened.

—Well —I said at last, catching my breath—. At least now we do have some new entertainment.

Kenji let out an incredulous laugh. Mauro covered his face, defeated somewhere between embarrassment and laughter. And I, looking at the reflection of our bodies in the window’s dark glass, knew that the worst part wasn’t that they had seen us.

The worst part—or perhaps the best—was that the next day we were going to want to do it again.