My First Threesome

I’m sitting on a plush, red loveseat with a glass of white wine in my hand. This is the first time I’ve been to Lana and Trey’s house—the lesbian couple whom I met while volunteering at an organic berry farm. 

A week ago, while plucking blueberries, they’d asked me if I’d be interested in joining them in their play. I can still smell the fragrant musk of Trey’s body heat, the salty tang of her sun-kissed sweat, as she leaned in close to proposition me. An electric current of unrealized want had shot through me at her words. 

I found it interesting that Trey and Lana should be able to pick up on my interest, considering that I was new to this world of open sexuality, despite being in my 30s. It was rarely an option to be myself while growing up, and there were so many experiences I wanted to explore. I’d never been propositioned by a couple, but I didn’t have to think twice about saying yes.

From the loveseat, I admire the art above their fireplace, which is draped in delicate fabrics. Above it, a set of antlers flanks an Egon Schiele painting of one of his naked women. I’m comfortable but quiet. My reserved silence feels right, powerful even, in the presence of these assertive women. I’d never thought much about playing specific roles in bed, being one to think of sex as making love, but I’m increasingly aroused at the thought of giving up all control to Trey and Lana.

Lana—a slender, androgynous woman with a stylish, pixie cut—sits down next to me with a glass of bourbon, her barely-clothed thigh pressing against mine. Trey—a short, masculine woman with large breasts—joins us on my other side. I see that she’s wearing a pair of men’s boxer briefs that are stretched taut in the crotch as though concealing an erection. My cheeks flush as I notice the bulge. 

Trey sees me looking and raises her eyebrows at me. I smile and look away, only to meet Lana’s eyes skimming the outline of my smallish breasts pushing out against my fitted, scoop-neck dress. I have an extreme desire to do nothing, say nothing at all. But they seem to be waiting for some kind of permission, and so, barely meeting their eyes, I say, “I want you to do whatever you like to me.” They respond with deep, eager breaths.

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“You are too much fun,” says Lana, as I follow her orders to stand up in front of her. I notice Trey starting to massage the bulge in her shorts as Lana lifts my dress up around my hips and instructs me to bend over. “Lean on your elbows against the coffee table,” she says. “You deserve a spanking for being such a naughty girl.” 

I’d been a few minutes late to their house, and this is my well-earned punishment. I’m a little surprised at how excited I am to be told what to do in this way. It feels unexpectedly natural.

Lana slips my black, satin panties down to my ankles and has me step out of them. She then passes them to Trey, who folds them in a neat square and places them on the arm of the couch. “We’ll return them the next time you come over,” says Trey with a sly grin. I look over my shoulder and see her slip a hand into her shorts and tug at what she’s got inside. I feel myself get wet, then wetter at the sudden shock of Lana’s palm making contact with the soft flesh of my behind. My forearms skid on the glass coffee table, but before I can feel the burn, another soft shock from Lana’s hand returns me to ecstasy. I squeal a little moan of pleasure, which is mirrored by both Trey and Lana. 

I turn again to look at Trey but she tsk-tsks and tells me to put my head down. This time, it’s Trey’s hand who slides up the inside of my thighs, running the length of her index finger along my glistening wetness, her thumb playing along my crack. I start to pant and my knees buckle as Trey slips a finger deep inside me. Her boldness and skill transport me to another dimension.

“Look how wet she is,” she marvels at Lana. “To think, that’s all for us.”

I could’ve cum in two minutes if she’d sustained the touch, but instead Trey slips her finger out and glides it into Lana’s mouth, who licks at it like some sweet dessert. Suddenly, Lana grabs my hips and bites my ass with ravenous passion.

I drop to my knees, unable to sustain my pleasure in that position.

“Turn around and face us,” instructs Trey. I do as she says, and as soon as I’m positioned on the edge of the table, Lana kneels before me and slips her hands down into the top of my dress, cupping my breasts and lifting them out above my neckline so that they’re high and firm. She tastes my nipples, then pushes open my knees and lowers herself to expertly trace her eager tongue outside, and then inside the kindling of my inflamed folds as Trey finally reveals what she’s been concealing all this time.

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Trey lowers the front of her boxer briefs and pulls out a realistic, flesh-colored dildo that seems to grow in her hand as she strokes it while watching her girlfriend go down on me. I can feel my orgasm building deep within, spreading waves of ecstasy throughout my core. My arousal is so extreme that my eyes roll up, and my back arches. I thrust my hips into Lana’s face, and with an explosive surge, I cum hard into her mouth at the same time that Trey’s hips lift off the loveseat in a spasm to match my own.

Afterward, Lana caresses me softly as she tucks me back into my dress. I am speechless and spent and smiling.

We recover with another round of drinks, our legs entwined together on the loveseat. As I stand at the door to leave, Trey winks at me and says, “Don’t forget to come back for your panties.”

I smile. There’s no way that I’ll forget.