How IT (Our Threesome) Began...

He met Gemma at a coffee shop near the Goethe Institute. Preliminary chats on Tinder and WhatsApp revealed her to have, if what she said was true, an impressively wide experience of the lifestyle for a woman still shy of 30 years old.

He observed her carefully as she chattered away like a bird on wire, for this was a meeting with a particular agenda. She didn’t seem nervous, just talkative. His mission – a hunt for the elusive unicorn – had been formulated as a question: “Do you think you could find a girl for us?” Having found a candidate so quickly, against the odds, his own questions bubbled up. Should he let her in? Would Astrid like her? 

Physically, he knew at once that he liked her: dark brown hair falling over her shoulders to frame a pretty, oval face; a long, slender neck; sparkling eyes with a lovely epicanthic fold; perky breasts under a white blouse; strong, straight legs in knee-length suede boots. He listened, mainly, as she described her labyrinthine personal life. But it was not all self-absorption. He detected a generous heart and a giving nature, too. It turned out to be a judgement he never had reason to second-guess over the following months. 

“I think you should meet her and see how you feel about it,” he told Astrid that evening. Slightly to his surprise, the two of them hit it off. Arriving home from the date, Astrid pulled a box from her tote bag: “Look what Gemma gave me,” she giggled. It was a pale pink vibrator with a white head.

The doorbell rang right on time the following Wednesday evening and Gemma bustled in, cooing over Astrid’s recently renovated apartment. Astrid gave her the tour, leaving him to rustle up dinner. Pasta would do. He didn’t want to get bogged down in anything complex, and all’amatriciana was a dish he could turn out on autopilot.

An hour later, with plates cleared away and refills of wine running low, he sensed the moment of truth approaching. He would discover that Gemma was boldness itself when it came to sex but, this first time, she would defer to him. Astrid, he knew, preferred to be led, so it was up to him to initiate proceedings. Was it conceivable he had completely mis-read things? He allayed his concerns himself by remembering Gemma’s extraordinary gift, safely tucked under Astrid’s pillow. No, it was just a matter of finessing a shift from one modality to another. 

He refocused on the here and now and found a discussion of the finer points of tattoos underway. It was as good an opening as any and he mentioned the pretty piece on Astrid’s torso. When he began to slide her top up to reveal it, Astrid raised her arms over her head in a silent affirmation. Thank you, darling! As he stood behind Astrid and eased the vest off, Gemma was already making her way around the table. He bent his neck as she reached him and, for the first time, their lips brushed together.

Stepping back to take off his T-shirt and jeans, he watched Gemma kiss his partner and loose the button above her zipper. He felt himself spring free as he eased his briefs off, and then moved back in to help undress Astrid. He checked her expression. No flicker of doubt there. She was like a neonate, eager to be guided into a new world.

Gemma fished a vibrator out of her bag – identical to the model she had given Astrid but black instead of pink – and grasped his tumescent cock. In this manner he was led to the bedroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said, sliding the frosted glass door to the en suite closed behind him. He needed to gather his thoughts. Everything he did from here on in he wanted to do with intentionality. 

When he shut the faucet off a couple of minutes later there was no need to imagine what was going on in the bedroom, as the screen did little to muffle the buzzing of a vibrator. He reached for a towel.

Sliding the screen back was opening a portal to erotic nirvana. Astrid was propped up on the pillows. Gemma was over her, nude from the waist down, her breasts swinging free from an unbuttoned blouse. She was caressing Astrid’s body with one hand and deftly fondling her pussy with the other. As Astrid’s thighs fell open, Gemma worked two fingers in. She pressed the black vibrator against her own clitoris, dipped down, and went to work with her tongue. 

A few lines of a poem written long, long ago came to mind as he stood on the threshold, transfixed. ‘Licence my roving hands, and let them go / Before, behind, between, above, below /O my America! my new-found-land.’ Here were two Americas, open for exploration. His hands were ready to rove and he would plant his flag in each continent.

Astrid turned on her own toy, adjusted the speed, and pressed it to herself. With glistening fingers working in and out of Astrid’s pussy, Gemma looked into his eyes, returning her attention to the bed when Astrid suddenly lifted her pelvis and let go. The first wave had hardly receded before a bigger wave rolled in. This seemed to trigger Gemma, and her own moans began to build and merge with Astrid’s (“We are sex doppelgangers!” she would tell Astrid later). 

 He reached forward to caress the nape of Gemma’s neck and ran his hand over her buttocks, which flared out from the hem of her blouse. He ascertained her wetness and began exploring with two fingers. Feeling a definite pushing back as he penetrated, he knelt behind her, reversed the orientation of his fingers and pressed downwards, feeling for her g-spot. Gemma was kneeling quite upright now with her legs splayed. In this position she rode the relentless juddering of the vibrator and the more nuanced pressure of his hand. 

 It was fascinating to watch her gratification for the first time. There was a series of deepening breaths, then a sharp inhalation, a trembling of limbs, a fluttering of lashes as her eyes slowly closed, and an inchoate burbling as the orgasmic pulses throbbed. He matched each pulse with firmer pressure on her G-spot and stayed connected until her convulsions died away.

It was Gemma’s suggestion that they position themselves side by side on all fours, facing him in symmetrical desirability. Astrid formed her mouth into an ‘O’ and slowly fellated the glans of his cock before opening wider. He pushed in, withdrew almost completely, and pushed in again. Gemma watched intently, placing a hand on his hip to regulate the tempo. His erection was almost vertical by the time he transferred to Gemma’s mouth and repeated the progression. 

After several iterations and a general mashup during which they fellated him simultaneously, he could take no more and flopped back against the pillows. X straddled him and, as Gemma held his shaft and guided him in, lowered herself in stages. She rode him almost to the point of exhaustion; sometimes grinding, sometimes sliding up and down. As she reached the final stanza, she placed both palms on his chest to support her upper body and rocked her pelvis rapidly back and forth. 

He lost track of how many times she came, partly because Gemma was enjoying one vibrator-induced orgasm after another as she lay beside him. Not only had he found a unicorn, he had stumbled upon a fellow libertine. It was almost too good to be true but here she was, in the flesh, unabashedly urging Astrid on and kissing him whenever the fancy took her.

Temporarily sated, Astrid invited Gemma to take over. Time for the voyeur to turn exhibitionist. He reached for a condom on the bedside table, succeeded at the second attempt in tearing the packet open with his teeth, and handed it to Astrid. Gemma shed her blouse and swung a leg over. His erection, as rigid as a steel rod, was almost instantly enveloped. 

He hauled himself up to a sitting position so he could suck her nipples. She, meanwhile, adjusted her stance so that only two-thirds of his length was inside. Gripping him firmly with strong vaginal muscles she commenced a circular motion, clockwise then anticlockwise, followed by a rapid thrusting action. She wriggled down the shaft until she was grinding firmly down onto him before repeating the libidinous cycle.

He steadied himself. It would have been so easy to ejaculate now but he had promised to reserve his orgasm for Astrid, who was snuggled up to him, reaching up every now and then to touch Gemma’s breasts. Gemma focused attention on the seed of pleasure building at the base of her belly. Her pussy was flowing freely, dripping onto the sheets as she fucked him, and he could feel a wet patch spreading under his flexing buttocks. He settled in for the long haul. After a strenuous ascent, she neared the mountaintop. Sensing her increased urgency, he clamped her stiff nipples with his forefingers and thumbs. And squeezed. She cried out, clenching and releasing once, twice, thrice, four times. Having milked her pleasure to the last drop she fell forward onto his chest with a swooning sigh.

There was a hiatus. By and by, he gently eased her off. Removing the condom, he manoeuvred Astrid under him and hooked her slender legs in his arms. She held herself apart to enable the  deepest possible penetration and he gradually shifted his weight forward to drive in, steadily at first and then harder and faster until she was being almost lifted off the mattress with each thrust. He continued to give her everything he had until she reached the point of no return and he himself was overwhelmed. He pulled out, pumping three times to ignite a white-hot ball of plasma and shoot ropes of cum in high parabolic arcs, raining down on the objects of his desire.

It was the beginning of their triad, and for all the adventures they would have together – and there would be wilder nights to come – nothing could quite match the wondrous novelty of the first time together.

- Mr Hedone