I never would have thought that one night I’d be lying between my ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, naked and slick with sweat, our bodies intertwined. Yet here I am, between Lena and Jonas, wondering how the hell it came to this—and why it feels so damn right.
The Arrangement
It had been Lena’s idea. “Let’s grab a drink together again, just the three of us,” she had typed into the WhatsApp group two weeks ago. “Like old times, only without all the exam stress.” I had hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen, but then agreed. After all, we had once been best friends before Lena and I fell for each other and then broke up—cleanly, without bad blood.
The reunion was surprisingly relaxed. We met at a bar in the old town, ancient cobblestones underfoot, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Lena laughed at my jokes, her head falling back, and Jonas clapped me on the shoulder, the gesture of an old friend. At some point, after the third beer, the conversation turned intimate. The air around us seemed to thicken.
“Remember how we all had a crush on the same guy in our third semester?” Lena asked with a grin that made her teeth flash. I nodded, a smile on my lips. “And then you snagged him,” Jonas said to her, his voice free of jealousy. “And I was just the buddy watching from the sidelines.”
“But now you have me,” Lena replied, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. I felt a pang, but it wasn’t painful. More like curiosity, a scratch on the surface. What if the three of us had gotten involved with him?
As if reading my mind, Lena suddenly said, her voice soft as velvet: “Why just one? Imagine if we had all three fooled around.” She laughed, but her gaze lingered on me, probing and open. Jonas looked at me, then at her. “That would be… interesting,” he said slowly, weighing each word.
I swallowed, the taste of beer still on my tongue. “You’re serious about this?”
“Why not?” Lena asked, her finger tracing patterns on the table. “We’re all adults, we trust each other. And I want to know what it’s like to have you both at once.” Her words hung in the air, heavy and sweet.
My pulse raced, a pounding in my ears. I looked at Jonas, who hesitated, then nodded. “Okay, I’m in if you are,” he said to me. No pressure, just an invitation, an open door.
“Yes,” I heard myself say, my voice rougher than expected. “Hell, yes.”
The Beginning
An hour later, we’re standing in their apartment. The air is thick with anticipation, heavy with perfume and sweat. Lena kisses Jonas deeply, her tongue playing around his, while her hand brushes across my shoulder. “Get undressed,” she whispers, her lips still on his. “I want to see you both.”
My fingers are clumsy on the button, a tremor in my hands. I’ve never done this before—with another man in the same room. But when I’m naked, my clothes a heap on the floor, I see that Jonas is also aroused, his cock half-hard, the tip already wet. Lena pushes me onto the bed, the mattress giving way, and straddles me. “You first,” she says, guiding me into her, slowly, inch by inch. I groan as her warmth envelops me, tight and wet. She rides me slowly, a sway of her hips, while Jonas kneels behind her and kisses her back, tracing each vertebra with his lips.
“Do you like this?” she asks breathlessly, her voice a whisper. I nod, unable to speak, words caught in my throat. Her breasts swing in rhythm, full and heavy, and I grab them, massaging them, her nipples hard under my thumbs. She leans back, straight into Jonas’s arms, who plays with her nipples with his lips, sucking and biting until she gasps. I feel her tighten around me as he sucks, an inner pulsing.
“I want you both at the same time,” she blurts out, the words squeezed between moans. “Jonas, take me from behind.”
He slides under her, positions himself, his cock erect. Lena leans forward, her hands on my chest, her fingertips digging into my skin. “Stay inside me,” she says, and I feel Jonas slowly enter her mouth, the wet warmth. She takes him deep, her head moving up and down, while I’m inside her. The simultaneity of the movements makes me dizzy—she rides me while she blows him, and I feel her muscle contractions against me, betraying her ecstasy.
“This is perfect,” she murmurs between thrusts, the words slurred. Jonas’s hands grip her hips, guiding her pace, while her lips suck on his tip. I see his cock appear at her lips, glistening with spit, and disappear again. “Touch me,” she begs me, and I stroke her mound, where we’re connected, feeling the wetness, the warmth. She trembles, a shudder running through her entire body.
“I want you to lick me while he’s inside me,” she says to me, her eyes half-closed. We switch positions—I lie under her, she kneels over my face, her thighs against my ears. Jonas from behind. Her pussy is wet, dripping from both of us, the smell of sex heavy in the air. I taste her, mixing her flavor with mine, salty and sweet. Jonas thrusts, and I feel the vibrations of her moaning on my tongue, the tremors running through her body.
“Yes, right there,” she gasps, her pelvis circling against my face. I lick her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue, while Jonas’s balls slap against my chin, a rhythmic smacking. She presses against me, her orgasm building, her muscles tensing.
“Come for us,” I say against her skin, the words a vibrato. “Show us how much you like it.”
She cries out, her head thrown back, her body convulsing, and I taste her wetness as it runs over my face, warm and abundant. Jonas pauses, letting her tremble out, his cock still in her mouth.
The Triangle Closes
After a short break, during which we lie side by side, panting, our hearts loud in the silence, Lena strokes Jonas’s cock, still hard. “Now you, honey. Take me from behind while he fucks me.”
I understand. She wants to feel both of us inside her—one in her pussy, one in her ass. I grab lube from the nightstand, the bottle cool in my hand, as she gets on all fours, her back arched. Jonas positions himself.
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