Adventures into a Triad|1 [MMF] [1st/2nd person perspective]

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Life had such a weird way of working out sometimes—when you’re nineteen and foolish, you think if a person is good to you generally, everything’s going to work out just fine. Unfortunately as you get older and start finding who you are, you realize that may not be the case.

That was my current situation, unfortunately. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend of three years. Great guy, and we’d ended on good terms, but we just weren’t compatible. Incompatible life goals, incompatibles views, and what I’d argue was most important, incompatible sex drives. At nineteen, you try to convince yourself that sex doesn’t matter—it’s just a neat bonus. At 23, though, you realize if one of you is horny every single day and the other only wanted to have sex maybe once every two weeks, there’d inevitably be problems.

The good news was, I was now free to see whoever I wanted. The bad news was, I was a picky bitch that had watched one too many murder documentaries.

I was sitting across from you, my new found best friend, staring down at Tinder on my phone. Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Too douchey. Not my type. Looked like he wouldn’t be into me anyway. I heaved a sigh and set my phone down on the table; I was getting desperate and cursed myself for being so fucking picky. My vibrator and Owen Gray were starting to get too monotonous.

You cleared your throat, clearly amused by my frustration. “Still nothing, darling?”

I shook my head. “It’s not like I couldn’t fuck if I wanted to,” I groaned. “Being a female in the dating world kinda makes it easy.”

You nodded and took a sip of your beer. “You know, Cee, Beau and I are both bi.”

I arched an eyebrow, confused as to why you were telling me this. Granted, I’d assumed you were both just gay, probably because it still took me off guard when men were legitimately bisexual. But still, my curiosity got the best of me. “All right, but uhm, why are you telling me this now?”

The corner of your lip lifted slyly. “Oh darling, do you not remember the other night?”

I assumed you was talking about our drunken Netflix binge over the weekend. I furrowed my eyebrow and thought hard, but nothing seemed to come to mind. I made a face at you, confused.

You chuckled. “Well, you cuddled with Beau and me and after your fourth glass of wine started talking about how you’d always wanted to have a 3-way.”

“I mean that doesn’t surprise me, but all of the couples I’ve met are …. no, let’s just leave it at that.”

“Sweetie, no,” you laughed. “You were talking about how you wanted to have a 3-way with us.”

My eyes widened and I felt blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh my god, I did? Holy shit I’m so sorry.”

You covered your mouth, trying to keep our conversation quiet, but you just found it so funny. “Nothing to be sorry about. We talked about it the next morning and agreed we’d be down.”

A billion thoughts rushed through my head at that moment. A 3-some with my new-found bro? Well… you and Beau were both insanely attractive, but kind of in that “I’m a normal guy” way. Clean cut, no tattoos, your nails were always well manicured. You were both tall and while you weren’t shredded, you did have nice bodies. I gulped, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Wouldn’t that be weird? And I don’t want pity sex and I don’t even know if I’d be into a threesome with two guys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Cee, first of all, no it wouldn’t be weird. You’ve seen how Beau and I are; it’d be fine. Second, you should know me better than to think I’d have pity sex. We think you’re hot. You have that whole tatted up, edgy deep girl vibe and we dig it.”

“But the threesome…”

You grimaced, crossing your arms. “Girl. We’ve had this talk. Your tentacle fetish—“

I threw up my hands and shushed you, glancing around the restaurant that was… rather empty for a Tuesday afternoon. “We don’t talk about that.”

“I’m just saying, that could be pretty close to a reality with the two of us. And you tell me all the time that you think you’re going to die if you go another day without actual sex.”

I tapped my nails on the table, not sure what to think about this entire conversation, but you were right. Another night with my vibrator and I may die.

“Just think about it, Cee.” You grinned arrogantly. “It’ll be fun for everyone.”

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That evening after our rather uncomfortable conversation, you’d sent me a full body nude of both you and Beau, standing together in the bathroom. “Just think about it ;),” you’d texted.

I’d lied in my bed, feeling guilty as the thought of both of your cocks in me crept into my mind. Blowing Beau while you fucked me, riding you while I made out with Beau… I’d slid my hand in between my legs, dipping a finger between the lips of my pussy. I’d gasped when I realized how wet I was. I’d gone manual for a while, fingering one of my nipples and sliding a finger in and out of my dick starved pussy, thinking about the two of you taking me. After grabbing my vibrator, I had an incredible orgasm that left me out of breath.

Which is why I was now standing at your front door, nervous for the first time since I’d met you. I’d thrown on a matching lace panty and bra set, sexier than my normal underwear, and a shorter than usual dress for the occasion. I bit my lip and knocked on your door.

After a few long seconds, Beau answered, grinning. “Hey there, gorgeous.” He let me slip through the door and took me a bit off guard when he put a hand in the small of my back. “How was the drive?”

“Well, not so bad considering traffic wasn’t ridiculous.”

“Perfect.” He guided me into the dining room, where you had dinner ready and the table set.

You walked over and wrapped me in a hug. “Glad to see you showed up. I thought for sure you’d chicken out.” You dodged my attempted swat and gestured to the table in one swift movement, to a seat that had a gorgeous bouquet of red roses next to the plate. “We got you flowers. We heard bitches love flowers.” Beau crinkled his nose and mouthed “my idea” at me, and you pursed your lips at him. “Our idea,” you corrected.

“They’re lovely,” I chided, walking over to smell them. I adored roses, as cliche as it was. “Thank you.”

“Gotta make a good impression,” Beau remarked, taking his seat next to me.

You poured all three of us a glass of wine—sweet and white, which was also one of my favorites—before sitting on the other side of me. “He’s right. First impressions are super important.”

You’d certainly made one when I’d first met you. I’d been stupid on my first bar trip, not only alone, but EVER. I didn’t drag a friend with me, I just went, all by myself. Inevitably, I’d had some creep of a man sit down and not take the hint that I didn’t want him to buy me a drink. You’d popped up beside of me and placed a hand on my back. “Hey sweetie, sorry it took so long. Those business calls just take so long sometimes! Wanna get out of here now?” The man had left me alone, and you’d walked me to my car. I thanked you profusely, you gave me your number, and our friendship had grown from there.

We sat at the table, and with a bit of wine flowing through my bloodstream, I felt significantly less nervous. You and Beau were easily two of the funniest people I’d ever met, something I loved when I was around the two of you. And you, as always, were an incredible cook. You’d thrown together some chicken dish with a name I couldn’t quite pronounce, and it was delicious without being too heavy.

You refilled my wine glass and took a drink from yours. “So… how’d you feel about our photo?”

I took a sip from my own glass, letting whatever shyness I had slip away. “Honestly?”

You and Beau both had your eyes glued to me, and I was a bit surprised that I didn’t blush. “Well… it got me off. Probably the best orgasm I’ve had in a while, even.”

You looked at Beau from across the table, grinning slyly. Beau settled a hand onto my thigh, and you leaned in a little closer. “Is that so?”

I nodded and laid a hand on top of Beau’s. “Oh yes. I liked the thought a lot more than I thought I would.”

Beau turned his gaze to you. “That’s pretty hot.”

You nodded, leaning in to close what was left of the gap between us. “It really is.” Your lips hit mine, and I felt Beau star rubbing my inner thigh, slipping just a bit further under my dress.

I hadn’t actually kissed someone since I’d left my boyfriend, too content with my vibrator. Your lips were surprisingly soft, and Beau’s hand felt good as it inched its way closer to my panties.

You pulled back, just enough to whisper, “Wanna take this to the bedroom?”

Before I could answer, Beau gently took hold of my face and turned it toward him, getting some kisses for himself. His lips were also surprisingly soft, and felt lovely against mine. With me facing him, he was able to slide his hand a bit further up my leg, the tips of his fingers brushing against my now moist panties. “Is this okay?”

“Mhmm.” I let my legs open just a bit more as an invitation.

You settled your hands on my hips and kissed the back of my neck up to my earlobe. “Well?”

I nodded, a million different sensations going through my head. I’d never been in bed with more than one person, so having two sets of lips felt … nice, to say the absolute least.

We all stood up and scooted in our chairs, too distracted to worry about dealing with dishes right that second. Beau took my hand and you left one of yours on my hip as the two of you guided me to the bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed, both of you on either side of me. Beau pressed his lips back to mine and went back to where he left off, grazing his fingertips against my panties before just outright rubbing my pussy. You kissed down my neck and onto my shoulder blades, pulling down the neck of my shirt to expose my bra, and then pulled that down as well to set my breasts free. I gasped softly against Beau’s lips as you took my nipple into your mouth and started moving your tongue in slow circles around it.

Beau leaned back but left his hand on my panties, and you looked up from the work you were doing on my tit. “You’ve never had a threesome, right?” He asked, his voice soft and seductive.

“I haven’t.”

He glanced at you. “We’ll save double penetration in one hole for if we decide to do this again, then. Anal?”

“A few times…” I murmured. “I’m okay with it.” I assumed, with anal, they’d probably know what they were doing given the circumstances.

“Mm, good.” Beau kissed me again, and you went back to working on my nip, your thumb and forefinger now working the other one. “We just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Beau kissed from my lips down my neck and took the place of your fingers with his mouth, and I audibly moaned. I’d always loved having my tits played with in general, but there was something damn near magical about having both of my nipples in the mouths of two stunning men at the same time.

You ended up taking Beau’s place at my lips, tracing their outline with the tip of your tongue. Beau took the time to slide his hand under my panties, sliding a finger between the lips of my pussy. “Oooh, someone’s wet.”

You looked up at him and grinned. “Is she? We’re not even getting started, yet.”

You and Beau coaxed me into lying down on the bed, and I spread my legs further open to give Beau more room to do whatever he felt like doing. You cupped one of my tits in your hand, massaging it as Beau slid a finger into me. I moaned, biting down on my lip as I enjoyed the gentle finger fuck I was receiving. It’d been two months since I’d had anything close to actual sex, so I’d forgotten just how wonderful it actually felt.

You traced my lips with the tip of one of your fingers, and when I parted them, you slid two into my mouth. I happily obliged, letting my tongue run up and down their length, sucking on them the way I now desperately wanted to suck your cock.

“Mm, babe,” you said to Beau. “I think she likes that.”

He grinned at you and pushed another finger into me, drawing out another high pitched moan that was now muffled by your fingers. “She’s gonna love what we do next.”

Beau withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and you took yours from my mouth, laying back and folding your hands behind your head to relax. I took the cue and immediately got on all fours, kissing down your body to the rim of your pants. I started working your belt, more than a little excited to get your dick out of your pants. All the while, Beau had lifted my dress and pulled down my panties, rubbing my soaked pussy while I was bent over. I finally managed to get your belt and done and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants.

Your cock bulged under your Calvin Klein underwear, and when I pulled them down, it bounced up immediately, rigid and hard. My jaw almost dropped. You had to be at least eight-and-a-half inches, and your girth was nothing to be ashamed of either. It seemed men’s dicks always looked better in photos… your photo, however, didn’t even do yours justice.

I eagerly wrapped my lips around the head, using one hand to pump the length I couldn’t quite bob my head down to. You reached down and gathered my hair to hold it out of my face, and I challenged myself to take you just a little bit deeper every time I went back down on your cock. I’d started to gag a bit, but i didn’t mind, and the little sounds you kept making certainly encouraged me not to stop.

Beau, in the mean time, laid back and put his head between my legs, pulling my hips down so he could get his tongue on my pussy. I moaned against your cock as soon as he did; a tingling sensation ran up my entire body, from my pussy all the way to the tips of my fingers. He let his tongue glide from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit a few times over before just taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

I could feel my legs start to tense and my eyes rolled back as I continued to blow you, my jaw starting to hurt a bit. I was too caught up in everything else to care though. Beau had starting aggressively tonguing my clit, and I let your cock fall out of my mouth as I let out a pleased groan. The muscles in my pussy tightened and I felt my juices gush from inside me, streaming into Beau’s willing mouth.

He stood up behind me and chuckled. “This one’s a squirter.”

“Ooh, perfect.” You said. You got up and kissed me before trading places with Beau, letting him in front. “Your turn. Her mouth works wonders.”

Beau got on his knees in front of me and cupped my face in both hands, kissing me to give my poor jaws a break. I could only imagine his cock was at least as big as yours; it looked that way in the photo.

You pressed the head of your dick against my pussy, careful not to let it slide in quite yet; with my cum and Beau’s spit all over it, it certainly would have been easy. You rubbed a hand over my ass, giving it a quick spank. “Do you want my cock, darling?”

I wanted nothing more at that moment than for you take me, to slam your cock into me and fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked. Beau pulled his lips from mine and looked up at you, waiting for my answer.

“Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, yes, I want your cock.”

You slid your cock into me slowly, letting me enjoy every second of it. The way it stretched my pussy felt unbelievable. I gripped your sheets and bit down hard on my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

As you started fucking me steadily, Beau stood in front of me and unfastened his pants. I was right; his dick was just as big is yours. He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth, graciously accepting the feeling his dick down my throat. When I managed to sneak a peek up, I’d watch Beau switch between watching his cock slip in and out of my mouth and your cock thrusting in and out of my pussy.

As you began to really pound into me, you settled a hand on my ass. I felt you use your thumb to rub against my asshole. I was shocked at how nice it felt to just have that hole rubbed; I’d not done a ton of ass play, but it was something I fantasized about often, granted the sizes of both yours and Beau’s dick seemed a bit intimidating.

I’d gotten so focused on trying to make sure Beau was pleased that I didn’t think much when you pulled out of me until he also pulled his dick out of my mouth. The two of you had me turn onto my back. You pulled me so that my ass was at the edge of the bed, and Beau lied down next to me, letting his tongue play with mine.

I’d expected you to just start fucking me in this position. Instead, you spread my legs and pushed them back, giving you full access to both my ass and my pussy. You kissed my thighs while Beau kissed me, and my eyes widened when the tip of your tongue found my asshole.

I couldn’t help but moan against Beau’s mouth. He laughed softly and moved his lips down to my tits. You, on the other hand, swirled the tip of your tongue around my asshole, switching directions every so often. You used your hands to keep my legs spread wide and out of the way. You’d lick it up and down, just sticking to the outside, and then you’d try to push it into that tight hole. You slid a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out over and over again, and just when I was about to cum, you switched. You buried your face into my pussy and rubbed my asshole with the tip of your finger. You massaged it for just a moment before pushing the tip in.

I gasped loudly and Beau kissed up my neck. “Does that feel okay?”

I nodded. It did hurt, but it wasn’t a bad kind of pain. You pushed just a bit more of your finger into my tight ass, and I bit down on my lip. It felt like your having played with it had loosened it up a bit, at least. You stood up and went to your night table, rummaging around in the drawer until you’d found a small bottle. Beau was still leaving kisses on my neck, my ears, and my lips. You knelt back down and squeezed some lube onto your finger and rubbed it on my asshole, pushing the tip in just a bit to lube the inside too. You squirted some on your finger and again carefully pushed your finger back inside of me, it sliding in significantly easier this time.

Beau slid a hand up to mine and interlaced his fingers with mine, giving me something to squeeze on as you’d get just a little bit deeper into my ass with each pump. Every time you slid your finger in and out of me, it felt a bit better, until it felt great. I let my eyes roll back and squeezed Beau’s hand hard, feeling like I may cum again at any second.

“Cee, we both want to fuck you but we need to know if you’re okay with trying that,” Beau whispered in my ear.

I looked over at him, still gripping his hand tightly, and tried to control my moans. “Yes, please,” I finally managed, having to bite down on my lip. “Please fuck me like that.”

You and Beau looked at each other, grinning, and you climbed back onto the bed with us, bottle of lube in hand. Beau laid on his back and pulled me on top of him; his cock slid in between the lips of my pussy and I couldn’t take it. I immediately reached down and slid his dick into me. I let out a long, satisfied moan as he filled up my pussy. “Now you just be patient and we’ll do all of the work when we’re ready,” he said softly, running his hands up and down my forearms. “God your pussy is so tight. I can’t wait to cum in you.”

You’d been putting lube on my asshole, fingering me again slowly to get more inside of me. You poured a decent amount into your hand and slathered your cock with it. I felt the head press up against my asshole and you started pushing it in, little by little. With every little bit that went in, I’d bite down on my lip a little harder and curl my fingers into the sheets a little tighter. You’d pour lube right at my asshole to keep things slick; between that feeling and the feeling of Beau’s cock inside of me, waiting to fuck me, though, the pain didn’t really matter.

You managed to get about half of your dick into my ass when you started thrusting in and out of me slowly, trying your best to make sure I stayed comfortable. “Fuck yes,” I heard you say under your breath as you stared down at your cock sliding in and out of me.

Beau leaned up to kiss me and at the same time started pumping his dick in and out of my pussy. Every time he pumped in, your dick was sliding out, and vice versa. I started having trouble kissing him back, too overwhelmed by the sensations of both of your cocks pounding into me. Each one of you kept getting a little faster, a little deeper. I was sure the majority of your dick had to have been in my ass by now.

You’d grabbed hold of my hips and were fucking my ass hard when I came the first time. I felt my pussy tighten around Beau’s massive cock and I nearly screamed in ecstasy, but neither of you let up. I was in the same boat again not long after, starting to feel exhausted from the multiple orgasms the two of you had given me.

The way it felt, though, was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Beau had even slid two fingers into my mouth while my other two holes were full of your dicks. Everywhere that needed to be stimulated was being stimulated and despite being tired beyond belief, I didn’t want it to end either.

The feeling of being filled with both of your cum, though. Beau thrusted into me a few hard times before I felt his shoot up into my pussy and was leaking back out around his cock when yours shot into my ass.

You both pulled out of me at the same time and the three of us lied there struggling to catch our breath for a few minutes. I’d thought for sure in these first few moments I’d feel.. ashamed, but instead I just felt completely satisfied.

Beau broke the silence after a few minutes. “That was fucking awesome.”

You nodded in agreement. “Hell. Yes.”

I blushed and hid my face behind my hands. “It really was…”

The two of you laughed at me, and then the three of us got up to head to the bathroom. I straightened my dress and underwear, wiped away my smeared makeup with a washcloth, used the restroom and tried to freshen up otherwise as well. I’d take a shower when I got home.

You and Beau had already gotten back into bed when I came back in to say goodbye, a big space in between the two of you. “Celeste, take that dress off and get in bed. It’s one in the morning, you’re not going home tonight.” You patted the space beside of you, grinning.

I took off my dress and climbed into bed in between you and Beau. He pressed his lips to my temple. “Didn’t think we’d let you leave like we were some dirty hookup, did you Cee?” He let me snuggle up with my head on his chest, and you spooned me from behind, draping an arm over my body to hold his free hand. “Not to mention, we’re exhausted and want round two in the morning.”

I was too tired to even think about round two after the pounding I’d just taken, but I knew I wanted it. Both you and Beau took turns kissing me before leaning over me to kiss each other.

I’d never in my life imagined I’d be cuddling in bed with a pair of fine bisexual men, after having what was probably the best sex and most intense orgasms imaginable.

As it turns out, sleeping comes far easier after two people have exhausted you, and with those same two people cuddling you.

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