Guy moved closer to me, kissing me gently as his friend thrust hard against me from behind. These contrasting actions felt oddly sensual, and I found my hands trailing over Guy’s body, exploring every inch of his muscles in a more detailed way than I had when we’d been together before.
As Guy’s fingers played with my clit, sending me to the edge of desire and back, I ran my hands up and down his shaft, making him moan deeply into my mouth.
Soon, I wanted more. I wanted everything from both of these men, so I bent forward as far as I could go, giving Hugh more access to me, and my hungry lips found Guy’s cock. I wanted to taste him too, to feel him inside of me also.
He grabbed hold of the nearest thing behind him to keep him upright, a small table. I flicked my tongue up and down his erection, sending him wild. I could feel him trembling under my touch, and that made me feel even sexier than before.
Hugh’s fingers had replaced Guy’s, and he continued to pound against me, meaning that my body was experiencing a sensory overload. As the orgasm racked through my body, crashing over it in intense waves, I gripped on to the man in front of me, feeling his lust fill up my mouth too, and in moments we were all done, all exhausted, all spent.
The moment afterwards could have quite easily been awkward, but I burst into laughter, causing the men to do the same. This eased the tension somewhat, and allowed us to feel comfortable around one another once more.
Instead of dressing in a stilted silence, we all chatted happily, as if we were the best of friends as well as lovers. This part was almost better than what had just happened. I realized that I was enjoying their company just as much as their bodies, and that truly surprised me.
“Another drink?” Hugh asked, and I nodded happily.
I probably should have gone home, to digest what had happened, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay, to find out more, which exactly what I did.
And after we’d gotten a little tipsier, we headed up to Hugh’s bedroom for a repeat performance in what was becoming the most unexpected night of my entire life!
*****
Hugh
The next morning, everything was different. In the cold, sober light of day, all that had seemed wild and sexy the night before was now a reminder that something taboo had happened. Something that I should never have let go as far as it did.
The competition got too wild, it went too far, and now I had no idea what I was going to do about it.
Marceline and Guy both lay fast asleep in my bed, showing me that I hadn’t gotten what I wanted – not at all. I had wanted her, not him. I’d wanted to win, to be better, but instead I’d gotten caught up in the moment. I’d allowed my body to rule my mind. I hadn’t stopped to think for even a second.
Now, I regretted it.
I was panicking, terrified that someone would find out and that my reputation would be ruined because of it. Losing my reputation would change everything. It would affect every single aspect of my life – my status, my social standing, my business – all of it.
It was a stupid moment of craziness, and I wanted nothing more than to forget all about it. I wanted it never to have happened.
I tried having a shower to clear my head, but that just left me feeling worse, even more confused and scared, and as I spotted them both waking up, my tone and attitude turned cold.
“Get out,” I announced quickly and sharply, not even giving either of them the opportunity to say good morning. “Both of you, leave now.”
“But…” Marceline tried to argue, sounding upset, but I no longer cared. The longer I had to look at them, the more I’d be reminded of what had happened. Any thought of being with her properly was gone forever – all she would represent to me was a night of insanity, I would never be able to be anywhere near her now.
I needed to forget that she even existed. I needed her gone.
“Just go,” I said firmly, before spinning on my heel and stalking from the room.
I could hear them both tossing clothes on in a hurry, whispering furiously to one another. They were definitely talking about me, there was no escaping that, and that made me feel sad and left out. I wanted to be a part of the conspiracy, not conspired against, but I’d wrecked that by allowing things to get out of hand.
As I heard them race to the front door and slam it behind them, without even saying goodbye, the sense of relief that I was alone didn’t come. I expected to be glad to have some form of normality back, but I didn’t.
Instead, I sat on my bed with my head in my hands, trying desperately not to cry, all the while wondering just what in the world was wrong with me.
What had I done?!
*****
Guy
Okay, it had been an unexpected night of madness, and sure I wasn’t entirely certain how I was supposed to be reacting to it, but Hugh’s out and out rudeness was completely and utterly wrong. And the way he’d spoken to Marceline was out of order.
Just because he clearly regretted it now, didn’t make it our fault. On the contrary, he’d be an extremely willing participant!
The only good thing about him kicking us out like that was that he’d blown his chance with Marceline forever, which effectively left me as the winner. Not that it was much about the competition any more.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, as I drove Marceline away from Hugh’s home in my Porsche. I’d chosen to drive that car the night before because I’d needed the speed, and now I was grateful that I had. I hoped Marceline would be impressed.
Not that she looked it. She looked kind of heartbroken.
To be honest, I couldn’t imagine her as the type of woman that got excited about showy, expensive things anyway. She seemed too independent, too intelligent for that.
“No, thank you,” she replied, looking so hurt and subdued that I wondered what I could possibly do to cheer her up. “I just want to go home.”
“Alright,” I replied. There was no point in trying to change her mind – she clearly wanted to be alone. I couldn’t help feeling useless though – it sucked that such a fun night had ended in such an awful morning.
I decided to try a different tactic to bring her back around. “You know, it might have been mad but I had a lot of fun.” I shot her a small grin. “I’d like to see you again, if you’re up for it.” I still liked Marceline a lot, despite everything, and I wanted to get to know her more. The threesome hadn’t dulled my feelings for her. If anything, it had intensified them, and I didn’t want to lose her because of it.
She looked at me, a stunned shock in her eyes. “You mean…?”
“I’d like to take you on a date, if that’s alright,” I said, knowing that I was close to getting a smile from her.
But then she psychically sunk back into herself, and I could see that she wasn’t sure. That she needed time to sort her head out. I had to respect that.
I was willing to wait, if that was what it took. Anything for another shot with Marceline. “Tell you what,” I said. “You can call me when you feel ready.”
“Okay,” she whispered, looking grateful. “That would be nice.”
I placed one chaste kiss on her lips as we got to her door, and I watched her while she walked inside. I hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I’d see her. I felt like there was a whole lot to Marceline that I didn’t yet know, and I really wanted to.
*****
Marceline
It took me two full weeks before I finally gave in and called Guy, during which time I threw myself into my studies as a distraction. I didn’t want to get behind on my course as it had been the most important thing to me for a very long time.
But there was no denying that every second I stopped, my brain was filled with all kinds of confusing thoughts.
Nikki had been encouraging me to get in contact with Guy the entire time – she kept saying that I looked miserable without him. But what she didn’t know, what I hadn’t yet told anyone, was that it wasn’t just him I was missing.<
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It was Hugh too.
I hadn’t mentioned the threesome to anyone, for two reasons. One, I didn’t know how people would react to it and I didn’t want to be judged for a crazy moment of madness; and two, it felt nice to have that delicious little secret just for myself. It may not have ended well, but now that I’d had some separation from it, I could remember all the good parts to it – the fun, the sexiness, and the enjoyment.
It felt weird, only contacting Guy, even though I’d been with him first. I wasn’t sure why it felt weird, just that it did. But after Hugh’s crazy reaction the morning after, I knew he didn’t want to see either of us again. That made me sad. I’d liked him a whole lot, but I couldn’t force him to feel the same way, so I knew that I’d just have to get over it.
But I couldn’t keep away from Guy for another second. I needed contact with at least one of them, and since Guy wanted to see me too, he’d made that choice for me.
“Hello Marceline,” he answered warmly, instantly knowing that it was me calling. His kind reaction made me melt a little inside – he could easily have turned away from me because I took so long to contact him, but he seemingly understood. “I’ve been looking forward to you calling.”
I almost asked him why he was so convinced that I would call, but I decided against it at the last moment. He’d been right after all.
“It’s good to speak to you, Guy,” I said. I smiled as I spoke, picturing him sitting on his sofa in one of his stupidly expensive business suits. I wondered if he was watching the television with a drink in his hand, trying to relax, or if he was still tied up in paperwork after a long day in the office.
“How have you been?” He sounded like he genuinely wanted to know, not like he was just asking for something to say.
“Um…” I wanted to say I was stressed and unable to think straight, but instead I said, “I’m alright thanks. Busy with my course work. You?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he answered, almost a little too honestly.
“Me neither,” I answered, already in my fantasy world. I remembered that night once more, how it made me feel, the sensations rushing all over my body… “Hugh too.” As soon as I said that out loud, I regretted it. How stupid was I to admit that to him? I’d probably just blown it completely. Surely Guy would never want to see me again if he knew that I was still undecided.
“How about we go out for that drink?” he said, changing the subject completely, much to my relief.
“Sure,” I sighed happily. “That sounds lovely.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up on Friday at eight?”
“Sure.” I was surprisingly already looking forward to it.
As soon as I hung up the phone, I began to feel a lot better. If Guy still wanted me, that had to be good news. He was a stunning billionaire who had the world at his feet, and yet he still wanted to go out with me – a lowly waitress who could barely afford to put herself through her studies.
If Hugh didn’t want to know me, then that would have to be the end of it.
I stood up from my bed and walked over to my wardrobe, realizing that I had a much bigger problem to distract me. What was I supposed to wear on a date with an extremely rich man? Where would he take me? Presumably not somewhere where my mall fashions would fit in, that’s for sure! But there was no way I could afford anything designer either.
But then, as I looked on all my slightly shabby dresses I realized that Guy had likely been with women with the same social status as he, the kind that could afford Botox and surgery and expensive dresses. He’d dated women who could afford makeup artists and hair stylists, and that hadn’t been enough to keep him interested.
If he wanted to see me for a third time, to take me out on a date, then that was because he liked me, and he wanted to spend time with the real me. Not someone in an outfit that cost more than my rent.
If he kept coming back for more, that had to mean something. Maybe it was time that I started to be a little more confident of what I had to offer. Guy obviously saw something, even if I didn’t. Maybe it was time to accept that!
So I pulled a simple red dress from my collection and sat it down on the bed, smiling. I knew that I looked quite good in that dress, and it made me feel confident. It would have to do.
Now all I had to do was make it to Friday!
*****
Hugh
The weeks following that fateful night were utter hell. I sunk into a pit of misery and stopped caring about everything that was important to me. Even my business was beginning to slip into some troubles, but I didn’t have the heart to fix it, and I just didn’t seem to care that much. My PA was doing the best he could, but he could only get so far.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about that night, of them, of Marceline, and Guy too. It was bizarre and utterly confusing, and I had no idea what it meant about me. Not knowing who I was anymore was utterly terrifying and it had thrown me into complete disarray.
By the time 5pm rolled around on the Friday, I was already in the nearest bar to my office, drinking my problems away. By eight o’ clock, I was thoroughly drunk and growing increasingly angry.
My sour mood, which kept my focus solely on the glass in front of me, was the reason it took me a while to spot that by some miracle, they were both there. In the bar, not too far away from me.
If I hadn’t stood up to go to the bathroom, I might not have noticed them at all, and it didn’t look like they’d seen me either.
I watched them for a few moments as they casually flirted, laughing merrily whilst sharing drinks. A red mist descended. I felt angrier and more betrayed than I ever had before. It was the sort of rage that consumed my entire body, coiling it all up in tight, fierce knots.
How dare they come into where I am and flirt like that? Did they want me to know? Were they trying to hurt me, or were they just utterly insensitive?
I couldn’t keep away for a second longer. I was fuming, and they needed to know how mad I was. I stormed over to them, wanting to scream and yell – even if it meant that the rest of the world heard.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” I heard myself slur as I staggered by their table. “Why are you here? Are you on a date or something?”
“Wait Hugh!” cried Marceline. Her sweet, caring voice sobered me up a little. I wanted to impress this woman, not act like a drunken idiot around her! After all that had happened, she still managed to affect me deeply. I rubbed my eyes, trying to pull myself together. “It isn’t… we didn’t…”
“We didn’t think you would ever want to see us again,” Guy finally finished, filling me with an unwanted clarity.
He was right. I had kicked them out, I had yelled. I had been a dick that morning. There was no denying it, this was on me.
As I flicked my eyes between them I realized how stupid I’d been. I’d been so concerned with what other people would think, that I hadn’t even considered my own feelings.
I didn’t want to lose Marceline. I didn’t want to lose Guy either.
“I’m sorry I…” I slumped down at the table beside them, dangerously close to tears. Deep down I knew what I wanted, but I was too afraid to admit it out loud – even to the two people that I knew would understand.
As my head fell into my hands, I felt Marceline’s warm fingers against my skin, and I looked up to meet her eyes. She was so cute, so sexy; all I wanted to do was kiss her.
“We would have invited you; of course we would… if we’d thought you’d want to come,” said Marceline.
Her meaning was loaded, and even in my less-than-pleasant state I could see that. I knew what she offering. She liked us both, and she was giving us another opportunity to be with her. She was giving me the chance to redeem myself.
And then she started to trail her fingers along my lips – even though Guy was watching – and I suddenly knew where the night was headed.
It was the calmest I’d felt in a very long time.
*****
Guy
My erection strained painfully against my jeans as I watched Marceline kiss Hugh. I was slightly aware that people were around us watching, that we were in a public place. But I really didn’t care.
“Come on,” I growled lustfully, leaning in towards them both. “Let’s go back to my place.”
I waited with baited breath for them both to stand up. I’d half expected my demand to be too much for Hugh, I thought he might reject us once more, but much to my relief I saw lust in his eyes.
He wanted this again. We all did.
We stepped outside the bar, happy to be leaving the public behind. The entire time, Marceline’s hands entwined with us both, no longer caring who saw. As we got into my limousine, there was a thick sexual tension in the air, which my driver must have been able to sense because he shut the partition quickly, giving us the privacy that we needed.
As the car vibrated along the road, Hugh and I took the opportunity to explore Marceline’s body once more, working her up into a real frenzy. She writhed, and cried out and buckled under our touch, as we brought her to the brink of orgasm and back over and over again, and I knew that we were in for one hell of a night.
This date had gone better than I’d even expected. I’d hoped that Marceline would give me another shot, but to learn that we were going to get Hugh again too – that was just mind blowing! I was more excited about his presence than I ever thought I would be.
As the car pulled up outside my home, we staggered up the long driveway, and made it through the front door in a haze of lust, like horny teenagers about to lose their virginities. There was a deep thrill between us all, a feeling that I knew would connect us all forever. I’d had sex before – a lot – but it had never made me feel like this, and I was certain that the others felt the same.
I wasn’t a prude either, I’d experimented before – spanking, bondage, positions… but this was my first threesome, and I felt like it had changed me, opened up a whole new world to me – one that I wanted to get to know a whole lot better!
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