As Maria and I ascended the steps from the tube up to the train station, we surfaced into a bustling crowd. Before I could pull out my phone, I spotted Freya not ten paces away. She was lovely, even prettier than her photos and sporting the suitcase we had talked so much about.
“There she is,” I said. It was on, and all three of us smiled. (Maria as she reads this: I said that first!)
To briefly catch you up, Maria and I have been together for more than four years. We started dating a month into university, and at the time she was ‘straight’. I live abroad, so when I went home for Christmas we would quickly whip each other into a frenzy of sex-starvation. In discussing our fantasies, as you might guess, threesomes became a common theme. After a year or two together, we began to explore when we had time. We had had two threesomes before this story: the first was fun but we didn’t click much, and the second was incredible but could never happen again. One last thing is that I write in my spare time, so this may end up quite long and literary. Half the fun is in the context! The girls have encouraged me to write this, so I have to impress them too of course. I’ll put a line break below for readers who want to skip down to the sex.