Threesome Story written and narrated by Anne Shark

The Meeting

I had my first MMF threesome after meeting Elijah at a dance class. Elijah was a traveler who lived in his van which, at the time, I found sexy. He was a nomad, an adventurer, and a lover of movement and flow.

Our bodies moved together on the dance floor like the sea he parked beside each night, windows cracked so he could hear the waves crash into his dreams. 

I’d been dating Shay for several months by then. Shay and I were open. We each had another partner, too. We liked to say we were greedy — loved them, loved each other, and still wanted more.

Shay was recently coming to terms with his bisexuality. When he told me he found men’s bodies beautiful, playing with my breasts in bed, focusing on hardening my nipples with a tickle-light touch, I asked if he’d ever had the chance to be with a man. 

“No,” he said. “But I’d like to.” The vulnerability in his voice turned me on.

I was attracted to Elijah, but even more, I was attracted to the thought of him with Shay. As Elijah and I got to know each other, tossing a frisbee at the beach, taking walks, and making out at night in his van, I learned he was polyamorous and bisexual. He had several lovers all over the country. He was in one relationship with a couple in the mountains of Montana. He wrote them letters and sent them seashells in small packages in the mail. 

“Would you like to meet one of my lovers?” I asked one day, anticipation already blooming, a pink flower in my pussy. 

“Okay,” he replied, raising an eyebrow, reworking his long, blond hair into a ponytail. “Tell me about him.”

So I did.

The Date

The three of us met at an outdoor concert — classical music, a full orchestra. We brought wine and a picnic to lay out on a blanket on the lawn at the back, away from others so we could dance. Shay lay back on the blanket and watched Elijah and me move. I liked feeling his eyes focused on me, knowing he had just enough jealousy to spark his desire. 

“Would you like to join?” I asked Shay, and Elijah held out his hand. 

“Come,” Elijah grinned. Shyly, Shay took it. 

He stood still, stiff, while the two of us danced with his body between ours, working to loosen his muscles and joints, to help him discover there’s water within him. Gradually he relaxed, laughed, took our hands, and spun, his wavy dark hair growing messy and wild, like it did during sex. 

Collapsing onto the blanket, we began to talk, ease settling like the evening darkness. I was lying beside Shay, trailing my fingers across his hand, kissing his shoulder, seeing how far I could take it before Elijah became awkward and turned away.

But he didn’t. His bent knee settled against Shay’s. The two looked at each other and the conversation paused — briefly — almost too quick to notice, but I noticed. 

Down To the Crashing Waves

We walked to the beach, music following us and fading as we neared the crashing waves. I held two hands, Shay on my left, Elijah on my right, and the people by the water might have noticed, but I didn’t care. 

In fact, I liked it. I was proud to be walking between these two beautiful men. Both held my hand in theirs, full knowledge and acceptance of the other, the very gesture of this radical act bonding us.

In a sense, they were both mine and now I was the conduit, bringing them together to become each other’s, too. 

We reached the rocks and helped each other down. It began to unfold as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And yet, the thrill of challenging such a taboo turned the moonlight florescent. 

Meeting Shay’s eyes, I saw his anticipation. It was not just the lusty look he typically gave me before sex, but a hint of uncertainty. You’re here for me, right? he seemed to ask. 

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him deeply. His mouth was wet and he met my tongue with his. Elijah, who was sitting next to me, began to stroke my leg. With one hand, I pulled him towards me before turning to kiss him. 

I knew Elijah wasn’t one to stay, and so I’d let it be what it was with him. As I kissed him now, a deeper meaning bloomed. He was meant to be here, now, with one of the great loves of my life, the three of us expanding. 

Shay lifted my hair as I deepened my kiss with Elijah, and he began biting and sucking on my neck from behind, sending my body into a state of ecstasy. His hand found the hem of my t-shirt and slid beneath the cloth to my breasts, which he massaged with deepening passion. 

I turned back to him to kiss him once again, my body reaching for his even while I felt Elijah’s touch moving up my thigh, slowly, slowly, teasing me. I fell slowly into Shay’s body, Elijah following me until his face was inches from Shay’s. 

As Elijah and I pulled apart, I didn’t turn back to Shay. I left space, the three of us so close, and there was a moment of uncertainty. It was up to me to give the green light. 

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I asked, “Do you want to kiss?” I had spoken to each of them separately and they had both expressed interest, but now here was the moment. 

The two men looked into each other’s eyes before Elijah asked, “Can I kiss you?” Shay nodded. 

It was a thrill I’d never experienced, to watch them. From the time I’d seen Brokeback Mountain as a teenager, I’d known I had a thing for watching men together. 

Things Heat Up

From there, things unfold, the heat intensifies. 

Elijah is kissing my love, and I’m watching, enthralled. Now Shay is kissing me again, harder, deeper, his hands finding more and more of my skin. 

My hips are rising to his touch and I’m exploring with my hands to find Shay’s cock, which is hard, so hard. I grip it, feel the liquid of his precum, and run my thumb around the tip. 

Shay responds by moaning, leaning in deeper for another kiss with Elijah. I run my hand along Elijah’s thigh until I reach his cock, pressing hard into his torn, stonewashed jeans. 

“Can I touch you?” I ask. 

“I want to give tonight,” he replies. “But I love you kissing me.” 

“Okay,” I say and kiss him. 

I drop to my knees and unzip Shay’s pants, taking note of the people above us. We can hear them, just barely over the sound of the sea, and they could probably hear us if they only knew what they were listening for. 

But I can’t see them, just as they can’t see us. 

I take my lover’s cock into my mouth, deep into my throat. No warming up is necessary now, I’m already salivating and hungry. 

“Oh, that’s so hot…” I hear Elijah’s voice, and I glance up, Shay’s cock still in my mouth, and see him watching me. 

Shay is clearly overcome, surrendering to the pleasure, his face a picture of bliss. 

“Do you want some?” I ask Elijah, surprising myself with my brazenness, and then turn to Shay. 

“Is that okay for me to ask?” I check with him. 

He looks at Elijah who raises his eyebrows again, and Shay nods with a dopey grin. “Yes.” 

He is both shy and eager. I come back to his lips while Elijah drops down to begin licking my lover’s cock, and I want everything at once. 

I want to watch this happening, I want to be kissing Shay, I want to be sucking his cock, I want his fingers inside of me. 

I want both of them, no, not yet, just one, just Shay, I feel comfortable with him. I want to give myself to him, I want him to give himself to me and Elijah at the same time and finally, I just give in. 

I stop thinking, I stop longing, I simply feel where I am, see the moon above stretching its light in a line across the ocean, smell the salt and the sweat, pleasure entering me from every sense. 

Shay’s fingers find my pussy and his fingers slide inside me. He begins moving, in and out, and then pauses to press into my G-spot making me cry out in pleasure. 

I can tell Shay is getting close to coming from Elijah’s mouth, and his hand moves faster and deeper, channeling his pleasure into my body. I find myself on the edge, and I breathe slowly, deeply, keeping my orgasm at bay, wanting to wait, to come together. 

“I want to come in you,” Shay suddenly tells me, and Elijah pauses. 

“Okay,” I say. 

I glance towards Elijah, and he responds, “I’d love that. I’d love to watch you two together.”

I slide my shorts down and straddle Shay’s body, my back to his chest so I’m facing the sea, our new lover, the world. We fuck, both of us resisting orgasm for as long as we can until we can’t any longer.

“You both look so beautiful,” Elijah says.

As Shay’s cum fills my body with heat, I look out across the ocean, filling my soul with the night.