Alan and Garrett, best friends learning to ride motorcycles? Fawning over the same girl?
Or as just friends? Alan and Marie passionately dating, Garrett coping poorly with platonic relationships?
There’s no going back far enough, as we’ll always miss out on whatever childhood epochs that lead to Alan’s on again/off again best friend Garrett to have groupsex with his wife Marie.
The setup was perfect, her birthday weekend, MDMA at an EDM concert tying off a getaway a few towns over with a bed large enough to sleep three.
Both Garrett and Alan had known Marie had her heart set on a three-some as a lifelong dream through her own adolescent sexual awakening. But for most the their relationship, Alan wrestled with the closed and disjointed approach so common to men’s sexuality. Wherein sharing his wife with another was an attack on the value and self-worth of himself as a man.
Garrett was less hung up on social mores as a matter of principle, and he had to be as Marie’s lover. He actively participated in a romantic relationship that would be actively shunned by most. They all did. Garrett just saw this as the next step as Marie’s paramour.
Marie’s motivations required the least scrutiny. He enjoyed having sex with Garrett and Alan separately; who wouldn’t want to be fucked by two tall, strong, and handsome men? They both possess the calm, assertive, masculine energy that she craves. The magnetism of naturally leading, without self-insistent machismo. They hold her with an unspoken love of protection, yet capable of fucking her with abandon of her immediate safety — except for his control, whichever ‘him’ it happened to be. The only difference is she would receive it from both at the same time. Double her pleasure, double her fun.
Alan had found himself beyond his old viewpoint after 10 days meditation. He studied the nature of things, and saw what happened to things that didn’t embrace change. He had always been a rock for Marie to tie her balloon to, but she had opened herself to a sexual discovery in their lives together. Alan felt a storm coming, and he was all too familiar with what happens to nature when it becomes too ossified to adapt to a changing environment.
Had you lived any one of their lives, it’s plain to see that this night started long ago, years in the making. But for the true onlooker, it would make sense that the night of Marie’s birthday fuckfest starts at the concert.
All three had dropped MDMA, hidden in the crowd. Surrounded by the horde, they carved out their niche, Alan and Garrett were large, and could be menacing when they wanted. In the pocket they had formed, Marie held Alan’s face, forehead-to-forehead, wordlessly communing with him. She was much more practiced at expressing her soul than either of the two, and opened her heart to Alan, thanking him for creating the space to allow the evening to happen. After a handful of heartbeats of the universe, she moved over to Garrett, resuming her brief ritual of gratitude, thanking him for filling the space Alan had created.
The DJ’s set was good, certainly deserving of the headlining, but as the three felt the swell of the roll build up, they all shared the inside joke that the climax of the evening wasn’t destined for this concert. Marie experienced her roll the strongest right there in the club. It wouldn’t take much convincing to moving this party along to the Airbnb, as everyone’s attention was subtly shifting to fucking Marie. It was her night after all.
Alan hailed a cab with his phone, and Garrett navigated an easier spot for the rideshare taxi to pick them up. The venue was in downtown, and Garrett had lived here for a brief stint. The two friends were already working together to take care of Marie, and everyone still had their clothes on.
Garrett felt it strongest in the backseat of the Uber. The trio was in the backseat, with Marie between her two men. Garrett wrestled with propriety for a moment, but eventually gave in to what felt good, what felt right. His hand teasingly worked up Marie’s short skirt, which was short enough to not cover much of herself now that she was seated. Garrett wanted to know how wet she was, and let his curiosity get the best of himself. Marie gripped Alan’s hand tightly as she eased into Garrett’s fingertips: soaking.
After arriving at the vacation rental, Alan confirmed we are the fare every Uber drive hates: high, and gratuitously groping. We checked every box on the list.
Garrett shyly asked “We just get to it or…?” There were a lot of firsts for him tonight, and a successful evening would lead to new dynamics as his best friend’s wife’s boyfriend. He wouldn’t want to spook anyone with his eagerness, including himself.
Alan broke the tension, as small as it was, with humor. “Wait a minute”, he joked, “you want to fuck my wife?” Garrett, not entirely convinced he wasn’t dreaming, added a touch of truth to the banter, “Well yeah, I mean, if that’s okay with you?” It was so okay that Alan opted for just watching at first, with a polite concern whether it was okay him to watch. Of course it was. Garrett loved everything about eating Marie’s pussy, the scent, how wet she gets, and how much she lets herself fall into the ecstacy of it. He was great at eating her out, and he didn’t mind showing off for a bit.
Alan’s offer to watch was generous, and Garrett reciprocated during a poignant moment. Instead of moving straight into sex, Marie held Alan once more, a reflection of her gratitude in the dance club. Previously, she was thankful for the idea, the planning, the growth required to get this far — growth as individuals, as well as a couple. And this embrace was different; she was thankful to him, and the whole goddamn universe. This was no longer a plan, idea, nor dream. This was her reality.
Not wanting to lose the moment to the combination of drugs and obliscence, Garrett captured their embrace in photograph. He was a lot of things for Marie, and tonight he was to be her chronicler.
The poignancy of the moment was punctuated with passionate kisses shared between husband and wife. Alan maneuvered Marie onto her back with himself prostrated over her. His arms, tangled against hers with the coiling ending tightly around her neck. Marie was bound by his arms, hard and unmoving, the knotting so tightened, Alan wouldn’t even need to threaten a show of force for her to see his strength over her: She had submitted to him. Alan was fucking Marie.
It could’ve been the night catching up with her, the drugs letting themselves be known, or the manifestation of a lifelong fantasy, but she was losing herself to the rhythmic, forceful pounding after pounding. “Can I cum?” she squeaked. It hadn’t been clear whether Alan ignored her request, and mercilessly continued his assault on Marie’s pussy, or was giving it a thoughtful consideration. Whatever the response meant, the flat packing sound of hips-on-hips repeated steadily. The carnal metronome was steady and did not betray his intent.
Alan made himself known, “I’m going to cum inside of you”. It wasn’t an imminent warning, but a guarantee of the night. He was to overcome the handicap of the drug. It was known that she loved and craved her lovers’ cum, and he was promising it for her tonight, whatever it takes.
Marie of course loved receiving the desire and lustful attention and devotion, but it was hard to compete with her craving for his cum. “I love you” hardly compared to a drained cock and aching cunt filled with cum for a slut like her.
The wonderful yet obvious thing left out of description of threesomes is that when you’re fucking a woman, there’s always room for another cock.
Marie found Garrett’s cock shoved in her mouth. The angles and closeness of the bodies meant every thrust from Alan forced Marie that much further on to Garrett’s cock. Fucking her meant she was taking clock down her throat.
Bodies were wordlessly orchestrated into better positioning. Alan continued to pound Marie from behind, while she took all of him on her hands and knees. This new arrangement gave her better control to take Garrett into her mouth — had she been allowed to. Alan, taking a fistful of hair, impaled her face onto Garrett’s cock.
This continued on for sometime, with Marie breaking away her head to speak. Taking advantage of his obedience, she command Garrett to cum down her throat — if he ever wanted to cum tonight.
Garrett, focused so intently on fighting the deficiencies the drug had over his body, neglected to see what unfolded. As his climax rolled into the eponymous ecstacy, affording himself the clarity that all three of the lovers came simultaneously.
The recovery and the refractory of the evening was spent mindlessly reflecting on the evening with candid unrestricted vulnerability, aimlessly discussing the day’s profound nothings. Lounging in recline of her two lovers, Marie mused “I’d even be happy if we didn’t have sex for the rest of thing night…”
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