On the couch, spring heat thick in the air. Astrid’s sheer Indian tunic clings, nipples hard peaks, bush dark shadow underneath. My kimono pants down to thighs, cock throbbing in her grip. Hers slick in mine. We sip wine, words loosening tongues.
‘You ever imagine me with a guy?’ she whispers, stroking firmer.
The Awakening: Tension Builds to Breaking Point
Heart pounds. ‘Yeah.’
‘Would you suck him? Fuck him?’
‘Yes. Branled guys, sucked ’em hard, even topped one once.’ Voice rough, cock leaking.
Her eyes gleam. ‘Let him fuck you?’
‘Never have. But… curious.’
She dives, mouth hot on my shaft, tongue sliding to my taint. Licking ass, finger probing. I groan, flip to all fours. Her tongue spears my hole, wet and insistent. Finger joins, stretching. Fuck, it’s electric. Shame burns, but cock drips.
Party at neighbor Vincent’s. Gay crowd, lithe boys in tight shirts. I’m oldest, scruffy in jeans. Eyes lock on Naïm. Dark skin, black eyes, fine features. Ass like Astrid’s from behind. We chat, exchange numbers for a bike ride. Her nod says she sees my hunger.
The Surrender: Raw, Visceral Threesome Unleashed
Next day, motorcycle roar. Naïm hugs tight behind, his heat against my back. Picnic spot by stream, isolated. Shirts off, torsos gleam. Lunch drags, eyes devouring. ‘Swim?’ he asks.
Pants drop. His thong hugs a fat bulge. Mine tents boxer. Water cools, but dicks swell. ‘You like boys,’ he states.
‘Fuck yes. You.’
‘Astrid cool?’
‘Wants to watch. Share me.’
He grins. Hand grabs my cock through leather on ride home. Yes.
Balcony, her in panties, tits perky. Us in undies, hard as rock. ‘Aperitif coquin?’ she purrs.
‘Yes,’ Naïm says.