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Throwback Threesome

Elise and Felix had invited me over for another dinner, the third this week. We’d always been close, but I was beginning to feel as though I was at their apartment more than my own. Movie nights, dinners, beers on the porch. Me, their perennially single friend moping about whatever Tinder fling had recently gone awry while my happily married buddies nodded their heads and assured me that yes, a full portrait of Mel Gibson tattooed to a man’s back was a deal breaker. Elise was my truest friend, the kind who binds to your soul and makes you realize you’ve developed an extended, chosen family outside of blood. She and I were thicker than thieves all throughout college, and though we’d had periods of distance since she and Felix got married, she was still my absolute rock. 

Usually they insisted on cooking for me. Felix was a professional chef, so while he was whipping up something heartbreaking and perfect in the kitchen, Elise and I would sip wine on the couch, catching up about this and that while playfully bantering with Felix across the room. Something we never spoke of, not unless we were each a bottle of wine in and the night was dragging long – I had a history with both Felix and Elise that was not just friendly. She and I had dated right at the start of college. That was what began our friendship – not a freshman orientation event or English 101. It was almost a year of tender fucking, meeting the parents, and dorm room co-habitating. Eventually we realized we were better cut out to be close friends than partners, but we’d remained a huge part of one another’s lives. 

And then there was Felix. Felix, the gorgeous son of one of my professors whom I began sleeping with the night I graduated. He was a recent grad, too, of another, fancier school somewhere across the country. Back home for the summer before setting out for a culinary academy, Felix and I had a few months of no strings attached, raucous, earth shattering sex. Our dynamic wasn’t made of love or feelings of forever. Just raw, gooey, lascivious fucking. 

Years passed, Elise and I were on a ski trip in Lake Tahoe and – lo and behold – there was Felix, executive chef of the restaurant we were dining at. One thing led to another, connections, exchanges, and three years later he and Elise were tying the knot in a small chapel in the middle of Tahoe Pines. Elise joked with me sometimes that she was enduring my sloppy seconds, or that I had been a formative part of Felix’s education. We all knew the dynamic was unique, and I would be foolish to say there wasn’t an undercurrent of sexual tension at times. But at the core of it we were best friends, and nothing had ever given me reason to believe something physical could happen. Until this night.

A dinner of swordfish with beurre blanc, at their apartment of course – in many ways it was an evening like any other we would spend together. The wine was flowing and we were each several glasses in and curled up on the living room sofa when I felt Elise’s hand stroking the back of my neck. It wasn’t a big deal, we rubbed each other’s backs all the time. But something about this touch was familiar, and reminded me of something from long ago. It carried a tenderness I hadn’t felt since we were dating. Her finger softly traced along the edge of my spine, rising up to meet my skull. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she scratched my head. I leaned it back into her hand, cooing despite myself. “Oh, well that feels amazing,” I murmured.

I heard glass chink. Felix was topping us off. I was already tipsy, and lolled my head over to look at Elise. Sometimes it struck me how beautiful she was. Seeing her all the time I’d become used to it, but she really was remarkable. Dreamy, sculpted cheekbones, skin scattered with a pattern of freckles, a gap between her front teeth that somehow made her whole face sing. She was looking back at me and smiling, then her face was getting closer and I could feel it hot and damp on my cheek as she whispered, “Greta, would you want to let us make you feel good?” I looked at her, my stomach suddenly trembling inside of me. She continued whispering, “No pressure obviously, none at all. It just might be a fun…activity?” There was a cheeky twinkle in her eye that was making me want to hear more. I was feeling playful.

I whispered back, “An activity? You make that sound like a board game or round of charades,” but as I teased her I let my hand graze her upper thigh. I looked over at Felix. He was watching us wide-eyed from a cross-legged position on the floor, a daffy grin spread over his face. He took a sip of wine. 

“Y’all talking about something I should be in on?” Elise looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, nodded. Why the hell not. 

Elise patted the space on the couch next to her. “C’mere love. We’ll fill you in.” He immediately got up and plopped down, like an eager puppy. With one hand still caressing my neck, she draped her other across his shoulders and played with a tendril of his hair. “So, babe, you remember what we’ve been talking about recently? Trying something new? Maybe another person?”

My palms were clammy. God, there was no way to do this that wasn’t awkward. How do you confirm that everyone wants to fuck without a bit of pained silence, strained body language, anxious eye contact? We were doing well, though, given the circumstances. Had they talked about this before? About doing this with me? Based on the way they were looking at each other, communicating so much with just their eyes, I would say they had. They must have. All these nights with the three of us, me bemoaning my unfulfilling sex life, them tsk-tsking and every now and again dropping a vague flirtation my way. What did I think it was? Purely friendship? Or pure friendship with a dash of something carnal? They were whispering together now, having a couple’s check-in. I turned my head away to give them some space, but I felt a hand on my thigh bringing me back. It was Felix’s. He was looking at me, head cocked to the side with the same goofy grin spread across his cheeks.

“Shall we?” 

It began like this – Elise getting up and sitting on my lap, straddling me, leaning in, letting her long hair sweep over my face. Like this we were shielded from Felix’s sight, but I knew when she leaned in to kiss me – with her lips, her tongue, my tongue tracing over the tips of her front teeth – he could hear us because he let out a little mew of pleasure. My hands were running down Elise’s back, over the swell of her ass. God, she’d always had a nice ass. Elise was thick and round, a body made of circles and spheres that I’d always found mesmerizingly sexy. Still kissing, my fingers dug into her and she gasped softly in my mouth. 

Elise reached out a hand and held Felix’s in her own, pulling him to us. Felix seemed vaguely nervous, but was still wearing that shit eating grin. He was practically panting he was so eager. I glanced down and noticed his hardness through his jeans. Oh, I remembered that too. 

Elise cupped Felix’s chin and brought his face to hers. While they kissed, she ran her other hand along my neck and down the front of my shirt, playing with the buttons there. I crawled behind her and wound my arms around her stomach, kissing the back of her neck. I let one hand wander upwards and held one of her breasts, letting its heaviness sit fully in my palm. Through her shirt I massaged one erect nipple. She let out a small moan. I was hot between my legs, seeing them together like this. I thought of how much they must know of one another’s bodies. I wanted them to know mine. Again. I wanted them both to know mine again.

This couch wasn’t cutting it for three people. I got up and moved their coffee table aside, leaving the faux fur rug underneath clear. I stretched out on it, letting my shirt rise up over my stomach. Elise and Felix dismounted from the couch and he was on top of me, the edge of my shirt in his mouth and he was pulling it up, up, over my head. He left the swath of fabric there, shielding my eyes from what else was happening in the room. I heard Elise giggle. Someone was unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down over my ass. Their hands – still, was it Elise or Felix? – someone’s hands were working the elastic band of my panties aside. I groaned into the fabric of my shirt, taking some of it into my mouth to bite on. I imagined I was being gagged. There was something hot about this to me, not quite knowing whose hands were roaming over my exposed skin or what they might do next. I stretched my body longer, spread my legs for the hands waiting between them, let my body open in trust. 

Two fingers slipped inside me. I was slick as hell, and my pussy was aching for something – anything – to grind over the whole of it. Inside, outside, every inch of that most coveted place was throbbing with desire. I felt a mouth hot on me through the fabric of my underwear, and then a tongue lapping against it, whetting the fabric to me. The gruff stubble of a beard rubbed against my inner thighs. Felix. I let my hips grind upwards into his mouth, and another tongue was tracing over my chest, hands unhooking my bra, my nipple was being teased between two teeth. A delicate bite. Sucking. Sucking over my nipple. Elise. Felix’s mouth latched, suctioned over my clit and sucked my very life force through it.

“Fuuuucccccckkkkk,” I murmured into the fabric clenched between my teeth. They were teasing me, working me. I knew they weren’t going to take me there, not yet. Suddenly both mouths let go, and the air filled with soft laughter. I let my body stay like that, soaked between the legs and starfish spread, breathing heavily until I caught my breath and wrenched my shirt back down over my head.

“Jesus Christ you two,” I said. They were on their knees before me. Felix’s mouth was glistening with my wet. Something so sexy about that. I wanted to taste myself on him. I sat up and brought his head in towards mine, let my tongue lap gently around his chin and the corners of his mouth. I turned to Elise, kissed her. 

I felt her mouth smile against mine as she said, “You taste like dessert.”

I let my hands run down her front and took her T-shirt in them, was in the middle of asking, “Can I take this off?” but Elise was already working it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts hung heavy, brown nipples pointing upwards with a little flick. I took them in my hands and kissed them, letting myself feel and remember and appreciate her body.

She giggled, “You having flashbacks?” but I quieted her with my mouth and together we melted into one deep, luxurious kiss. It took Felix coughing lightly in the background to bring us back and Elise wrapped one arm around him, kissing him on the forehead.

“C’mon baby, we didn’t forget about you.” Suddenly she was standing up, a little nugget of electricity sparking in her eyes. I knew that look. There was something up her sleeve. “I just remembered…” she said, “I’ll be right back.” As she began to walk away she looked behind and added, “you two just get comfortable.”

So we did. I undressed Felix and laid him out on the floor, taking his hardness in my mouth. With my tongue I flicked the tip of his cock as I moved his foreskin down over the ridge of it, then swallowed him. He filled my mouth, and I tasted a pearl of precum dissolve over my tongue. A zip of saline, a little sour. I remembered Felix used to love when I would take both of his balls in my mouth at once, and I had moved downward, whirling my tongue in quick circles around one of his testicles and then the other. I’d always enjoyed doing this. Something about having a testicle in your mouth had always felt more trusting than a cock, had always made me feel more powerful. Besides, it was fun. They were totally ridiculous, these soft little egg sacs with a hard stone inside. Like flimsy playthings. Sucking on them was the best. I was working on swallowing the second one when out of the corner of my eye I saw Elise round a corner, nude, with a strap-on affixed to her hips. Immediately I sat back. It looked just like the purple silicone jockstrap we had used back in the day.

“Sorry I took so long, this was buried in the black hole of my closet.”

“Elise…is that…?” I asked.

She grinned back, “Hell yeah it is. Going strong since 2012.”

Felix had been staring, mouth agape until he coughed and shouted “Oh shit, babe! Damn, girl what are you workin’ with?” 

“You think I can rock this cock, baby?” 

“Honestly…yeah. I do. I cannot tell you how surprised I am at how turned on I am right now. But…fuck.” He subconsciously gripped his rigid dick in his hands, and was I imagining that he was licking his lips ever so slightly? 

I pointed at Elise, looked at Felix. “You’ve never seen her in that before?”

“I’m bringing it out of retirement,” she announced, “who wants to have the honors?”

I glanced at Felix. “Don’t get any ideas. That’s all me. At least for now.” I winked at him. 

I kneeled in front of Elise and held her strap-on between my hands for a moment, kissing the tip with reverence before moving it around on her hips, exposing her swollen pussy. I slipped one finger into her and the muscles of her insides closed around me, hot velvet. I ate her as she stood above me. Elise was short, and I bent onto all fours and stretched my neck upwards, burying my face between her slit. I found her clit and massaged it between my lips, applying a bit of pressure and then releasing. I sucked, the way I’d been sucked on earlier. She rolled her head back, moaning, and tangled one of her hands in my hair. I was aware of Felix stroking himself off to the side as he watched us. With one hand I stretched her labia wide and I lapped against her, working my tongue inside of her as far as it would go, and then out. I remembered the landscape of this particular pussy, the ins and outs and how – yes, there – when I blew directly on her wet clit, the shock of it could make her squirt just slightly. 

We’d been going this way for a bit when I felt Felix move behind me and graze his cock along my ass crack. I heard him spit into his hand, rubbing the saliva along the length of him. Then he spat at the top of my ass, and used his cock to spread the wet over my skin. He reached one hand around to my front, began to work my clit that way. He asked, “May I?” and I nodded ferociously against Elise, unwilling to pull back for even a moment. Felix entered me as I was still drinking his wife’s pussy, ravenous for the folds and pockets and petals that vaginas are made of. I was of the belief that all vaginas were pristine and perfect no matter their shape or grooming, but there was something about Elise’s that felt particularly resplendent. Maybe it was that it was familiar, maybe it was that hers had been the first pussy I ever ate. Whatever. All I knew was I was in heaven.

I felt Felix begin to pump in and out of me, and I backed against him gruffly, encouraging him to ride me harder. He did. I let him pound me, and pretty soon I had to pull away from Elise to let out a moan that had been building within me explode out of my throat. I could feel him just barely hitting my cervix, resulting in a pressure that could, at other times, rise to pain, but was now dangling me over the edge of primordial pleasure. It was intense, this pressure. That spot was tender, and I had to stop him for a second to gather myself. 

Elise was behind me too now, her hand spread across Felix’s bare chest. They were necking lovingly, tongues and lips kissing reassurances and whispering I love you to one another. For a second I wondered if I should feel left out, if I should feel sad I had no equivalent to that in my life. But I didn’t. I felt gratitude for them, and their love, and their fucking, and I just wanted them both to keep fucking me. Now.

Still on all fours I stretched forward across the rug, taking fistfuls of the fur in my hands. I wiggled my ass in their direction, waiting for them to notice and come take me again. Elise was the first to reach me, and she slapped me on one cheek. I yelped, surprised. 

She took hold of my ass in both her hands, running her thumb down my center. She bent and kissed my asshole, licked me there softly, tracing over me in light circles with her tongue. I felt my body respond with a new gush of cum between my legs. “Hold on to your halo, angel,” she said, “I’m about to take you for a wild ride.”