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