Three’s a party

This good sex story excerpt is by Chris Maxwell Rose of the Pleasure Mechanics.

Erotic threesome story

“Happy Birthday to Me!” John says, as enthusiastically as a sixteen year old discovering a new car in the driveway.

We all laugh, but then he gets very serious.

“Honestly, I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now. I love you, honey.”

He looks at me deep in the eyes and I feel him right there with me, undistracted. He drops my hand and moves his hand to the small of my back, pulling me closer to his side. “And Cassie, all I can say is thank you. You are an amazing woman, and I am so honored that you are here with us.” I nod in silent agreement. They pause for me to say something, but my excitement has choked me with silence and all I can manage to do is look at them, my eyes flickering back and forth between these two people I love in such different ways, and feel the arousal swelling inside me.

“My pleasure!” she says, dropping our hands. “Now, kiss your wife. Show me how much you love her.”

John turns to me, and for a long moment we gaze at one another. He smiles at me and I can feel his excitement growing. His hand comes up and cradles the back of my neck, his fingers holding a fistful of my curls. John kisses me, a bit tentatively at first and then I feel him let go, and his lips and tongue meet mine with eagerness. He scoops me towards him, pressing my entire body into his own, and I can feel that he is already highly aroused.

Of course, so am I and the familiarity of kissing my husband is gone. With Cassie watching, I feel like I am kissing him for the first time. I let my hands trace the strong muscles of his back, and grab at him with ferocity.

Then I feel her, Cassie’s hand over mine, her body close to us. The touch of another is thrilling, and I can smell her everywhere, cinnamon and cloves. I grab her hand and hold it tightly, still kissing John, and I know her other hand is on my husband’s back. Coming up for air, I nuzzle into Johns neck and find Cassie standing behind him, a little space between their bodies.

I look up and meet her eyes, finding them filled with warmth and encouragement.

She releases my hand, presses one finger to her lips like a little girl urging me to keep a secret. John is kissing my neck, clinging to me with a fervor I haven’t felt in years. I watch over his shoulder as Cassie pulls her sundress up and over her head, a little strip tease for my eyes alone.

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My god she is beautiful. Her smooth curves are accentuated by the incredible lingerie she is wearing, a simple but elegant strapless shiny silver bra and matching underwear. Her breasts are cradled like precious exotic fruit, and I suddenly want to feel every inch of her. She smiles and then helps me pull John’s shirt over his head, and then immediately presses her body into his, surprising him with the bareness of her skin.

John gasps and his body convulses a little, and I can feel his erection quiver with excitement. He turns to face her, drinking in the beauty of her body for the first time. She looks at me for a long time over his shoulder, and then kisses him, without breaking eye contact with me, as if searching for my approval.

I smile, nod, and she closes her eyes, fully taking in my husband’s kiss.

Her hands explore his back and chest, and I feel an immense pride at his well-worked muscles. My husband is hot and am full of amazement that he is mine.

Suddenly nervous about my own body, with these two gorgeous creatures half naked before me, I let them kiss and slip into the bathroom. Turning on the shower full blast, I let it heat up and return to the bedroom to turn on the stereo and chose a playlist of sultry lounge tunes, one of the soundtracks John and I often make love to.

For a moment, I stand and watch the two of them kiss, her slender body pressed up against his muscular chest. I search my body for any flicker of jealousy, but it does not come. All I was am aware of is desire, an immense pull towards Cassie and an incredible amount of attraction for my husband. I am dizzy with desire, and emboldened by the excitement I pull off my clothes and my underwear, and slip by them to the bathroom.

“Join me, won’t you?” I call out, allowing their eyes to fall on my back and butt as I test the water. Scorching hot, perfect. They both come into the bathroom, John closing the door behind him to capture the steam.

John undresses first, pulling his pants and underwear down together. His cock bounces to attention, and I watch as Cassie eyes it approvingly.

He joins me in the shower and together we look out at Cassie through the glass doors, as he presses his body into my side.

“You guys are so gorgeous together, do you know that?” Cassie says, watching the two of us move together under the stream of hot water. I run my hands over my own body, my breasts, my stomach. I hold her gaze as I wrap one hand around John’s cock, feeling the swell of his pleasure. She licks her lips a little, and then reaches back and unbuckles her bra, never dropping my gaze. Her breasts are glorious, full and heavy. She hangs her bra on a hook as she demurely steps out of her underwear. All of a sudden, there we are, three old friends, completely naked together, the bathroom filling quickly with steam.

She slips into the shower, presses up against me and my mind spins with sensation.

The smoothness of her skin, the weight of her breasts and the roundness of her hips slide over my body, and the contrast between her soft body and John’s hard muscles is delicious. I turn so my back is towards John, his erection resting between us, and face Cassie. She slowly reaches up, and then runs her hand from my neck down my chest, around my breast and down my side. Then with both hands she cups my breasts, gently flicking up on the nipples with her thumbs.

I can’t wait any longer, so I lean in and kiss her, inhaling the spicy steam as it rises off her skin.

Our lips meet and I am lost in the softness, the sweetness, the tenderness of her kiss. So different from the strength and roughness of John’s kisses. Our lips melt together and I feel her tongue move into mine, gently and delicately. I gasp into her mouth as I feel John’s hands reach around me, one hand on my breasts and the other hand traveling down my belly towards my sex.

Cassie’s hair is thick and heavy with water and begins clinging to her face. I smooth it hair back and run my fingers through the wet tendrils, and continue to kiss her sweet lips. I never want to stop kissing her, tasting her. Our breasts press together and I can feel her nipples harden against mine, such a new and strange sensation. I let my hands trace down her back, the curve of her spine and then slowly onto her butt, feeling the firm and heavy weight of her ass in my hands. Delicious. For a moment, I forget about John and feel like I could lose myself in her curves, the tantalizing sensations of her body pressed against my own, the delicious taste of her lips.

 

 

 

But then I feel John kiss my shoulders, nibbling into my neck and biting hard on my shoulder blades. His heavy hands became more urgent, squeezing my ass and breasts. I turn to him, kiss him, and then sink down onto my knees. I have perfected the shower blow job and want to show off my skills, while giving them some time to explore one another’s naked bodies.

His cock is full and hard and ready for attention. I wrap my hands around it, and squeeze tightly, feeling the soft skin move over the hard shaft underneath. I am about to wrap my mouth around the head of his penis when I think twice – how does this work again? Would Cassie still kiss me after I have his cock in my mouth? Not wanting to take kissing her off the table quite yet, I stick with my hands and begin working his shaft slowly as I gaze up at them. They are kissing, and water is splashing down upon me from above.

The heat and the urgency of my desire is suddenly overwhelming, and I need more space to breath.

Standing, I kiss my husband and then Cassie, and then my husband again. “Shall we take this to the bed?” I ask, ready for more.

Cassie turns the water off and John grabs three big fluffy towels from the linen closet, tossing one to each of us before toweling himself off. Running quickly to the bed, I dry off quickly and then throw back the covers and climb into the cool sheets. John joins me, throwing his towel aside. His erection has calmed a bit, but his smile is huge and I can tell he is in seventh heaven. Cassie lingers, takes a few grapes from the fruit tray and pops them into her mouth. She pulls her wet hair up into a loose bun and secures it, her long neck accentuated by a loose tendril that clings in a perfect curl below her ear. I take the chance to soak in her body, watching rivulets of water run down her chest and drip heavily from the tips of her nipples.

She grabs the champagne and pops the cork, casually pouring herself a glass as John and I watch from bed.

Her hips sway to the music as she walks slowly towards us. I am mesmerized by the drips of water collecting in her little tuft of hair between her legs, at the bounce of her breasts as she moves. She kneels up on the bed and moves towards us.

Taking a sip of champagne, she leans into me and kisses me, the sweet bubbles trickling into my mouth. We drink together, and as I gulp the cool liquid down I am overcome with the need for her body on mine. I take the glass from her, pass it to John and then pull her into me. The weight of her breasts, her belly, all of her is on top of me, and I can feel John watching us, but he doesn’t touch us just yet. They say men are visual creatures and I am sure he has a lot to feast on as Cassie allows her weight to sink into me, our breasts pressing together, the heat of her sex right on top of my own.

And then she is moving into me, pressing her pelvic bone into me and I am on fire. I feel every inch of her moving on top of me, and I arch my back, trying to find something to grind my hips into. I am so used to John’s cock, the urgency of penetration when he is on top of me like this. With Cassie, it is just hot flesh on flesh, the roughness of her pubic bone grinding into my clitoris, slowly opening me up and leaving me gasping for more.

I look up and meet her gaze, and she must see the hunger in my eyes.

I feel her hand travel down and slip between us, and as I feel her fingers press into me I throw my head back in surrender.

My arms wrap around her shoulders, so small yet strong enough to carry me like this, and I feel her hand moving expertly around my clit. Tenderly, confidently, she circles in, never touching the most sensitive tip, leaving me aching and hovering just on the edge of overwhelm. And then, with her thumb still circling above, I feel one finger explore at the opening of my sex, gathering the wetness and teasing me. Lingering just outside, Cassie looks down at me and then kisses me, deeply, roughly, plunging her tongue into my mouth just as her finger slips inside.

I am lost. I am suspended in pleasure, every sensation new and raw, as if I have just been born to a new universe of touch.

Her finger slides deeper into me, and she curves up, hitting that incredible spot that makes me lose all control.

I am still kissing her when I feel another mouth on my breasts, John’s warm lips surrounding my nipple. The additional sensation is intoxicating and I lose all ability to respond with anything but deep guttural moans. Cassie stops kissing me, drops her mouth to my other breast and her hand moves rhythmically into me.

Grabbing fistfuls of sheets, I hold on for dear life as a tremendous wave of pleasure crashes through me, and I feel myself clench around Cassie’s fingers. I gasp for air as she pulls out, resting her hand on my sex, and I am grateful for the stillness. John nuzzles into my chest and rests his face on my heaving breast, and I can feel him smiling as he looks across at Cassie.

Surfacing, I run my hands over both of their backs, feeling the incredible heat of two bodies next to me, one on each side, their heads resting together on my chest as I breath deeply. They kiss one another, still resting their heads on my breasts, and the sight of it makes me strangely happy.

A giggle rises to my throat and I laugh, and thank them out loud. A surge of energy moves through me and I rise, pulling Cassie into the middle of the bed.

John rises to his knees, and we are both towering over her, this gorgeous woman in our bed.

John kisses me, and whispers encouragement into my ear.

I see his is fully erect and at attention, but I am not quite ready for him yet. I bend towards Cassie and kiss her everywhere, licking the last droplets of water running down her chest, inhaling deeply when I find little pockets of her scent. Her perfume has given way to the smell of her sweat and it is even more intoxicating. She tastes delicious and I am surprised at how much I want to taste her, all of her. As I travel down her body, I meet her eyes, and raise my eyebrows, asking silent permission to continue. She smiles and I feel her hands on my shoulders, pressing down in a solid affirmative.

I bury my face into her, drunk on her scent, my own orgasm still pulsing throughout my body. Kissing her thighs, I begin touching her with the same attention she touched me, parting her lips to reveal her fully.

I have never seen another woman up close like this, and I am fascinated by how similar and how different we are.

Her clitoris is large and swollen, and she is as wet as I am. She arches her back and moves her sex closer to my face, inviting and encouraging me. I take a deep breath and then dive in, allowing my mouth to engulf her as my tongue begins exploring the folds of her flesh. My fingers rest at her opening, until she bucks wildly and I find myself deep inside her. There is so much to focus on all of a sudden, as I feel her wet heat around my fingers, her hips grinding her sex into my mouth. I am dizzy with wonder, feeling the muscles of her sex pulse around my finger, so alive and full of heat. She is moving wildly and so mostly I try to move with her, my tongue flicking around her clitoris as she circles her hips and takes her pleasure.

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I am leaning into my elbows, my ass up in the air, focused fully on giving her as much pleasure as she just gave me. Then I feel John moving behind me, and briefly look up, my fingers still buried in Cassie. He positions himself behind me and I laugh out loud, finding ourself in one of his fantasy diagrams. He is stroking his own cock, watching eagerly as we squirm in pleasure before him. I smile up at him and blow him a kiss, and then go back to pleasuring Cassie with my mouth.

I feel one of his hands on me, and I moan into Cassie’s flesh as I feel his fingers slip into me.

With my free hand I scoop under her ass and hold on for dear life. I can feel Cassie tightening around my finger, her movements growing more frantic. Not wanting to stop yet, I slow my tongue down and tease her a bit, drawing out both her pleasure and my own.

John’s cock is pressed up against me and then I feel him wanting to enter. Pressing my mouth deeper into Cassie’s sex, I push my hips back and take all of him into me, and I feel him buckle with pleasure, his hands gripping my hips. I hear a deep moan escape his lips, and I know his view must be glorious. Taking a cue from Cassie, I begin to move my hips onto him, finding the angle where the head of his cock is hitting my g-spot and my pleasure spikes, distracting me for a moment from Cassie. She grabs my head and clamps me firmly into her, and I feel her leg wrap around my shoulder.

The three of us move together, and with each of John’s thrusts I fall a little deeper into Cassie, until the three of us are in a crazy serpentine movement of pleasure.

She is pulsing around me, shaking even, and then I hear a long deep sound escape her lips and she is trembling, her whole body convulsing against me. I hold still as she rides out her pleasure and I feel John speed up, his hands digging into my ass and finally he explodes, and I feel the deliciously familiar rush of his orgasm inside me, shaking me to the core. He pulls out and collapses over me, and I fall into Cassie, my face resting on her thigh, drunk with pleasure, licking my lips and smiling.

We rest like this for a while, a pile of bodies, petting one another and stealing kisses on shoulders and thighs, necks and wrists. Eventually I feel John rise and walk to the bathroom, and I wiggle up to the top of the bed. Cassie and I laugh a little as we listen to John pee, the stream impossibly long and loud.

She gathers me in her arms and asks me how I am doing, and in response all I can do is kiss her, pouring my gratitude and desire into her wordlessly.

When John comes back in, he grabs the fruit tray and bottle of champagne and we sit together, nibbling on fruit and sipping champagne right from the bottle. I am a bit too eager as I tip the bottle back and the golden liquid dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, and both Cassie and John dive for it, laughing and licking me long after the spilt champagne is gone. I am amazed how easy this is, how free and fun it feels to be naked and touching, the three of us. I glance at the clock, aware of Cassie’s departure, and am stunned to realize that it has only been an hour since we were sitting politely in the living room.

John’s cock starts to spring to life again, and I think back to his elaborate diagrams. He had been very enthusiastic about one in particular, so I lean across him and whisper in Cassie’s ear. She nods and the two of us turn to him, lavishing him with our full attention. Pinning him to the bed, we both drag our breasts all over his body and face, and his hands go crazy trying to touch both of us at once. Cassie straddles his chest, looking down into his eyes. I start stroking his cock, bringing it to full hardness and making him moan as I squeeze hard and long, as he likes it. Then Cassie rises, stands above him and turns to face me. I watch his eyes light up as she lowers herself down, kneeling directly over his face.

He eagerly begins lapping at her, and she leans forward and sinks into it, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I straddle him and lower myself onto his cock, and as he enters I hear him moan into Cassie, his whole body going rigid with pleasure. I lean forward and can just barely reach Cassie’s lips, my hands cupping her breasts and the two of us moving in time together. John is smothered by us, Cassie moving her hips in circles as he drinks her in, and I mimic her movements as I grind on his cock. I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs and lose myself in the hypnotic movements. With one hand I massage my own clitoris, sending my pleasure soaring through my body and I know John feels me responding around him and he bucks harder beneath us. I imagine us in an ancient temple, or in an exotic jungle, this three-way energy devoted to some sacred ritual. We are a pyramid of pleasure, we are one beast with many arms.

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I ride John hard, watching Cassie squirm on his face and the two of us lock eyes as our pleasure builds. She is squeezing her breasts and biting her lip and I know we are both close to climaxing again. I want to look away but can’t, and Cassie bravely holds my gaze as we both start trembling. I come first, furiously circling my own clit and feeling my husband deep inside me.

I let myself make noise, and the sounds of my pleasure sets off a chain reaction as Cassie and John both climax in turn.

Our bodies come to stillness, Cassie releases John from her grip and he is beaming, his face glistening. Again we collapse together in a sweaty pile. I kiss John and taste Cassie all over his face, and in a strange desire to meld our flavors I straddle him, dragging my wetness over his eager tongue, and allow him to bring me to another quick climax as Cassie drags her nails down my back and bites my neck.

We all collapse into the sheets, and for a moment I wonder how this could ever end. I want to stay here forever, sustained only by champagne and the energy of my two lovers.

A big smile spreads across my face and I know I am changed. The fantasy that had stayed buried for so many years, that I had pleasured myself to in my most private moments, that I had resigned to keeping hidden away, was now my sweaty, sticky, sweet reality. I nuzzle into John’s armpit, pulling in his familiar scent and silently tell him how much I love him, how grateful I am for our family, for the strength to take risks and survive them.

Without warning, tears rush to my eyes and I am sobbing.

“You ok darling?” Cassie asks quietly, with an edge of alarm in her voice.

I nod, still buried in John’s arms. I cry harder and John pulls me tight, kisses the top of my head.

“She does this sometimes, cry after orgasms.” John said, explaining my sudden outburst.

“Don’t we all!” Cassie said compassionately.

My tears turn to laughter and I am just a shaking, weeping, giggling mess.

“Thank you, both of you. That was – extraordinary.” I say, lifting my hot face to the cool air.

All I see is two smiling faces, beaming down at me with pure adoration.

“Happy Birthday, John.” Cassie says, kissing him on the cheek sweetly.

“Indeed.” John says, giving us both a squeeze. We all lay in silence for awhile, and I find myself wondering if this is the end. Cassie must have read my mind or registered my slight panic, and I feel relief spiral through me when she speaks.

“So you had mentioned travel plans. I’ll be in New York next month for my book launch, any chance you guys want to come seduce me in the hotel lobby?”

“Absolutely!” I say, and John nods vigorously.

I smile into John’s chest, and rest in the limitless potential of my imagination. Next month was my birthday, and I now I knew exactly how I was going to celebrate.

 

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This erotic threesome story was written by Chris Maxwell Rose from The Pleasure Mechanics. If you’re after courses with practical, down-to-earth resources to experience greater pleasure, love and connection, we recommend you visit the Pleasure Mechanics.

 

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