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By *oung40 OP Man 1 week ago
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It started out as a joke. One of those late-night, second-glass-of-wine, legs tangled on the couch kind of moments. Lorna looked at me with that playful sparkle in her eyes and said, “Have you ever thought about it? Us… with someone else?”
I laughed at first. “Like… a threesome?”
She tilted her head, her grin wide. “Yeah. But with a guy. Bisexual energy squared.”
The idea should have shocked me, but it didn’t. That’s how we are—curious, open, honest. Lorna and I trust each other deeply, and we’ve always kept that space between us free of judgment. So, the idea didn’t just stick—it settled in.
Fast-forward a few weeks. We'd floated the idea again, but this time with someone specific in mind: Scott. We both knew him—smart, charming, with that calm, magnetic energy that pulled people in without trying. I’d caught Lorna watching him once or twice, just a little too long to be casual. I didn’t blame her. I’d noticed him too.
When we brought it up to him, he didn’t hesitate. “Only if it’s something you both want. Together.” That meant everything.
The night it happened, I felt both calm and electric. We'd cleaned the apartment, lit candles, put on soft music—just enough mood to soften the edges of what we were about to step into. Lorna wore the dress I love on her—the one that drapes off her shoulder just right, like an invitation she knows I’ll never ignore.
Scott showed up a little after nine. He looked relaxed on the surface, but I could tell he was feeling the same flutter in his chest that I was. Lorna handed him a drink, and the three of us fell into that comfortable rhythm we’ve always had—laughing, joking, touching just a little more than usual.
There wasn’t a plan. We just… let it happen.
Lorna leaned into me first, kissing me slow—grounding me, like she always does. Then she turned to Scott. Her fingers brushed his jaw, and I watched her kiss him with the same softness she gave me.
It didn’t feel threatening. It felt electric.
Scott was careful, thoughtful with us both. He kissed Lorna like she was something to be unwrapped slowly, with reverence. When he looked at me, there was a quiet question in his eyes. I answered it by reaching for trousers.
There was something surreal about all of it. The heat, the sounds, the closeness—not just physically, but emotionally. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about trust, curiosity, connection. We moved between each other with care, laughter, heat, and a little awkwardness that made it all feel real. I watched as lorna sucked on his massive cock as I stroked mine. then she reached for mine to and started to suck us off one after the other. we stood up put our cocks together so she could have both at once.
she carried on sucking Scott as I went round and spread her legs and her cheeks. pushing my tongue in her now glistening pussy. running my tongue up to and over her ass. I carried on until a shuddering orgasm took hold of her.just as she recovered, I slid my cock deep side her. fucking her doggy while she was still sucking Scotts cock.
her legs were beginning to ache being bent over so Scott sat down, I lowered myself onto his cock, my ass wrapping around him. once I was relaxed and had all of him inside me lorna, lowered herself on to my cock. from her we all got the fucking of our life. lorna riding me while im riding Scott. I could feel lorna getting close just as I was until we both came together.
we both got up and she grabbed Scotts cock and gave him a hand job finishing him off over her small tits and I cleaned her up.
By the time the first light of morning started pushing through the blinds, we were a tangle of arms and limbs, breath slowing, hearts still racing. Lorna was curled into my chest, her hand resting gently on Scott’s side. He looked half-asleep, a smile playing on his lips.
Lorna tilted her head up to me and whispered, “You okay?”
I kissed her forehead and smiled. “More than okay.”
And I was. Because that night wasn’t just about a fantasy fulfilled—it was about growing together
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