The evening had begun with red wine and laughter, but when I lit the candles in my bedroom, I knew: nothing would ever be the same again.
A Spontaneous Suggestion
Mara sat on our couch, legs tucked under her, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her gaze flickered between me and Lena, like a cat watching two mice.
“Have you two ever been with a third?” she asked with feigned innocence, her lips slightly moist from the wine.
Lena, my girlfriend, laughed softly and shook her head. Her fingers played with the hem of her dress. “No, but I’ve thought about it.” She looked at me, a question in her eyes, a promise on her lips.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, even though my pulse was hammering against my temples. “Depends on who.”
Mara grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “With me, for example.”
That was the first domino to fall.
The Approach
We talked for a while longer, but the words grew heavier, each glance a silent offer. Lena stood up, her hand warm in mine. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
Mara followed without hesitation. Her steps were quiet, almost hesitant, but her eyes burned with curiosity.
In the room, Lena pulled her dress over her head, the fabric sliding over her skin like a second skin she was shedding. I turned to Mara, who had let her hair down. It fell in wavy strands over her bare shoulders. Her smile was uncertain, but her breath came faster.
“I don’t know how this works,” she said softly. “Just tell me what you like.”
I stepped closer, placing a hand on her cheek. Her skin was warm, almost feverish. “No pressure. We’ll do whatever feels right.”
She nodded, closing her eyes as I kissed her. Her lips were soft, tasted of red wine and sweetness, and beneath that, a hidden heat. Behind me, I heard Lena moan softly as she lay down on the bed and watched us. The sound of her desire pushed me further.
The Threesome Foreplay
I pulled away from Mara, helped her out of her blouse. The buttons gave way like small offerings. Her breasts emerged, firm with light nipples that were already hardening, as if feeling the cool air. I leaned forward, took one in my mouth, while my other hand stroked her belly. Her skin trembled under my touch. She tilted her head back, moaning softly, a sound that went straight to my groin.
“Lena, come here,” I murmured.
Lena crawled closer, kneeling beside us. Her fingers brushed over Mara’s neck while I continued on her breast. Mara’s breath quickened, her hands grabbing my hair, then Lena’s, pulling us closer. It was a dance of hands and lips, a cautious exploration that slowly intensified. I felt Lena’s fingers wander over my back while my hand slid into Mara’s pants. The fabric was damp, the heat seeping through, and I felt her arch toward me.
“I want to feel both of you,” Mara whispered hoarsely, her voice rough with desire.
We undressed slowly, almost reverently. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor like a promise. Then we lay side by side, a tangle of naked skin and whispered sounds. I was between them, feeling Lena’s breast against my arm, Mara’s thigh against my leg. The warmth of their bodies enveloped me.
Lena leaned over me, kissed me deeply and demandingly, while my hand slid between her legs. She opened to me, wet and ready, her hips moving against my hand. At the same time, Mara began kissing my chest, her lips traveling lower until they reached my belly. Her breath was hot on my skin.
“I want to taste you,” she said, looking at me, her eyes dark with lust.
She slid down, her tongue tracing a trail of pleasure. When she took me in her mouth, a moan escaped me. Lena nibbled at my ear while Mara’s mouth surrounded me—warm, wet, perfect. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me: the warmth of her mouth, the tenderness of Lena’s tongue, the smells and sounds filling the room. It was overwhelming.
Lena’s hand wandered lower, between my legs, and grasped me while Mara kept sucking. I felt her fingers stroking me, in rhythm with Mara’s movements. The pressure built, but I didn’t want to come yet. “Not so fast,” I panted, and Lena pulled her hand back, grinning at me cheekily. She leaned down and kissed Mara while I sat up and looked at both of them.
“I want to lick you both,” I said, my voice hoarse. Lena smiled, lay on her back, and pulled Mara onto her, so their bodies overlapped. I knelt before them, burying my head between their thighs. The scent of their arousal rose to my nose, sweet and salty at once. I began licking Lena, exploring her wet lips, while my fingers stroked Mara’s inner thighs. Mara’s moans grew louder as I lifted my tongue and found her clit. I licked them both in turn, hearing their sounds merge into a melody of lust.
“Oh, please…” Mara moaned, her hands grabbing my hair. I felt her arch toward my tongue, and I dove deeper, circling her most sensitive spot. Lena began writhing under Mara, her own thrusts driving Mara’s pelvis against my face. The taste mingled, the warmth grew. I didn’t let up with my tongue until I felt Mara tremble and cry out. She came with a long moan, her body slumping for a moment.
The Climax
“I want you both to take me,” Lena said suddenly, her voice rough and urgent. She sat up, turned around, offering me her back. The line of her spine traced beneath her skin. “Mara, you lie underneath.”
Mara understood immediately. She pulled away from me, lay on her back, spreading her legs. Her wet pussy glistened in the candlelight. Lena positioned herself over her face, lowering slowly until she reached Mara’s mouth. I heard Mara’s stifled sound of surprise, which turned into a moan. At the same time, I entered Lena from behind, feeling her take me in as she surrendered to Mara. Her warmth enveloped me, and I began to move.
It was a cycle of lust. Each of us gave and took, driving the others higher. Lena moaned uncontrollably, her body trembling under my hands. I felt her tighten around me, felt Mara moving her tongue beneath her, a wet, smacking sound that made me even harder.
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