Speaker 1: It's September fourth, and that means it's time for your
Speaker 1: daily fuck on threesome Thursday. The party is a loud,
Speaker 1: sweaty nightmare, and the worst part of it is named Jack,
Speaker 1: my ex. He's been cornering me for twenty minutes, his
Speaker 1: hand of possessive weight on my lower back, his voice
Speaker 1: a low, patronizing drone in my ear. I'm looking for
Speaker 1: any escape when I see my salvation across the room,
Speaker 1: my best friend Ted, who is fiercely protective, and standing
Speaker 1: next to him, looking equally bored, is a stranger who
Speaker 1: is unfairly devastatingly handsome. An idea born of pure desperation
Speaker 1: and a little bit of champagne sparks in my brain.
Speaker 1: I want to shock Jack, and I will. Just as
Speaker 1: Jack is launching into a story about his new promotion,
Speaker 1: I act. I glide over to Ted and the stranger,
Speaker 1: grabbing each of them by the hand. There you are,
Speaker 1: my babies. I pulled him into a tight huddle. Ast
Speaker 1: Jack follows is in fate, plum his face a mask
Speaker 1: of confusion. Oh, Jack, followed me. That's great. I'm so
Speaker 1: glad you can meet them. Jack. This is Ted, and
Speaker 1: this is Matt, they're my boyfriends. I don't know why
Speaker 1: I say it, but it seems like the thing that
Speaker 1: will bother Jack the most. The idea of that I'm
Speaker 1: fucking two guys after moving on from him is the
Speaker 1: kind of wild thing that he talked to talk with me,
Speaker 1: but never walk the lock boyfriends. Jack looks confused, ted
Speaker 1: bless him, doesn't miss a bee. He immediately drapes an
Speaker 1: arm over my shoulder. A pleasure, he says to Jack,
Speaker 1: his voice dripping with condescension. The stranger who I find
Speaker 1: out is made. Matt looks momentarily stunned, but then he
Speaker 1: sees the pleading in my eyes and the proprietary scowl
Speaker 1: on Jack's face. A slow it smells spreads across his lips.
Speaker 1: He gets it. He steps in on my other side,
Speaker 1: his arms sliding possessively around my waist. Sorry we're late, babe,
Speaker 1: Matt leansen and kisses my temple. Had to finish up
Speaker 1: a project. The two of them flank me, a united
Speaker 1: front of a handsome, confident men. They close ranks, effectively
Speaker 1: pushing Jack out up our circle. He sputters for a moment,
Speaker 1: his face turning a shade of angry red before muttering
Speaker 1: something and stalking off toward the bar. We watch him go,
Speaker 1: and then the three of us burst into laughter, the
Speaker 1: adrenaline and the sheer audacity of it all bubbling over
Speaker 1: my heroes. I look from Ted's familiar laughing face to
Speaker 1: Matt's gorgeous, amused one. The chemistry of our little performance
Speaker 1: was shockingly real. You know that was the most fun
Speaker 1: I've had all night, Two fake boyfriends. I almost don't
Speaker 1: want it to end. Well, the jackpart that I wanted
Speaker 1: to end, I laugh ted, raises an eyebrow. Well, we
Speaker 1: can't just abandon our girlfriend in her time of need,
Speaker 1: can we? Matt? Matt's eyes are locked on mine, a dark,
Speaker 1: promising heat in their depths. Absolutely not. The night is young,
Speaker 1: and we have a girlfriend with needs. It's a couple
Speaker 1: of hours later, and back at my apartment. The playful
Speaker 1: energy from the party follows us through the door. I
Speaker 1: put on some music and pour three glasses of whiskey.
Speaker 1: We toast to our victory over Jack, the clinking of
Speaker 1: our glasses echoing in the quiet room. So Matt settles
Speaker 1: onto the couch, his knee brushing mind. What do we
Speaker 1: usually do when we get home. Before I can answer,
Speaker 1: pitt sits on my other side, draping an arm around me.
Speaker 1: Croup hug. Obviously, he says it, leaning into me, which
Speaker 1: presses me into Mat. The hug quickly dissolves into a messy, drunk, laughing,
Speaker 1: three way kiss. It's all warm whiskey and soft lips
Speaker 1: and the thrilling, uncertain expiration of what comes next. What
Speaker 1: comes next is that close start coming off, first Mats,
Speaker 1: then mine, then Ted's, until we're a tangle of limbs
Speaker 1: on the living room rug. It's not a frenzied, desperate act.
Speaker 1: It's playful, curious, exploratory. Matt is on his knees before me,
Speaker 1: his mouth and tongue a revelation as he brings me
Speaker 1: to the edge of my first orgasm. At the same time,
Speaker 1: Ted is behind me, kissing my neck and shoulders, his
Speaker 1: hands stroking my breast, his fingers teasing my nippos until
Speaker 1: they're aching peaks. I'm surrounded, worshiped. The sensation of being
Speaker 1: the absolute center of two men's attention is an intoxicating drug.
Speaker 1: I pull Matt up for a kiss, his mouth tasting
Speaker 1: of my own arousal over his shoulder. I see Ted
Speaker 1: watching us, his own cockstick and hard in his hand.
Speaker 1: Come here, I say to Ted. We moved to the
Speaker 1: bedroom and the exploration continues. Hung on my back, my
Speaker 1: head thrown back on the pillows, Ted is at the
Speaker 1: head of the bed and I take his hard cock
Speaker 1: into my mouth, my lips, and Tom is showing my gratitude.
Speaker 1: At the same time, Matt kneels between my legs. It
Speaker 1: slides deep inside me, his powerful thrust to perfect rhythm,
Speaker 1: to the slick sounds of my blow job being filled,
Speaker 1: being used by Bolt, with them at once as an
Speaker 1: experience of such overwhelming pleasure that my mind goes completely blank.
Speaker 1: My orgasm builds like a tidal wave, and when it crashes,
Speaker 1: I scream into Ted's spy, my body convulsing, my inner
Speaker 1: muscles clenching hard around Matt's cock. My release triggers theirs.
Speaker 1: I feel Matt's how come flood my pussy as Ted
Speaker 1: comes with her groan, his release spilling across my chest
Speaker 1: and tits. We collapse in a heap on the bed,
Speaker 1: a breathless, laughing, sweaty tangle of bodies. The party is
Speaker 1: a distant memory. The pretense is gone, replaced by a warm,
Speaker 1: easy intimacy. I start at the night trying to get
Speaker 1: rid of one awful man and ended up with two
Speaker 1: amazing ones. Best fake relationship ever