It had been a few weeks since that night with Jake, intense, thrilling, and surprisingly easy in the aftermath. Katie had been glowing ever since, the kind of glow that comes from being deeply seen, desired, and completely satisfied. She was more open with me than ever, her body language looser, her laughter easier.

And the sex between us? Off the charts. Like something had unlocked in her. Whatever hesitation or insecurity had been lingering, it was gone. We were hungry for each other, every night feeling like new territory.

One night, after one of those long, sweat-slicked sessions that left the sheets tangled and the world outside forgotten, she was lying on my chest, her fingers tracing circles over my skin. Her voice was low, almost shy, but excited.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she said.

I looked down at her, brushing hair away from her cheek. “Yeah?”

She glanced up at me, eyes shining with mischief and just a hint of vulnerability. “What would you think about… two guys? At the same time.”

My pulse kicked up. I raised an eyebrow, part shocked, part turned on. “Like a threesome?”

She nodded. “You and someone else. I want to feel that. I want to be completely taken… by both of you.”

There was a pause. I could feel her holding her breath, waiting for my reaction.

“I’m guessing you have someone in mind?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Her smile was slow and wicked. “Jake.”

Of course. We hadn’t talked to him since that night, but I knew the door was still open.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight. “If that’s what you want… let’s make it happen.”

She kissed me, slow and grateful. “It’s what I want. I want you both. Together.”

Two weeks had passed, but the idea Katie whispered to me that night never left the room.

It clung to the air like perfume, thick and warm, impossible to ignore. She carried it with her in the way she moved, the way she kissed me longer than usual, the way her hands wandered more when we lay in bed. And when we made love, she was different. Hungrier. More present, more possessive, like she was trying to claim me before the next step.

One night, curled up together under a blanket, she said it again, this time with complete clarity.

“I want it, Alan. I want to feel both of you.”

She said it softly, like it was sacred.

“I talked to Jake,” she added after a beat. “He’s in. I told him exactly what I wanted.”

I ran my thumb over her bare thigh. “And what did you say?”

She bit her lip. “That I want to be between you. Touched. Filled. Overwhelmed. I want it to feel like too much… and just right.”

Her words hit me like a current. I could feel her heat even through the blanket. There was no hesitation in her voice, just need. Craving. Trust.

“When?”

“Saturday night. He’ll be here at nine.”

⸻

Saturday night came, and Katie had transformed our bedroom.

Candles lit every surface, casting soft, flickering shadows. Low music played from the corner of the room, slow, sultry. She wore a black lace robe, sheer enough to show the curve of her hips, the line of her breasts, the dip of her waist. Her hair was loose, a little wild, and her lips were already slightly parted like she’d been fantasizing about this all day.

When Jake arrived, he looked composed, but the second his eyes landed on Katie, I saw it, the shift in him. The want. The awareness.

We shared a look. A silent agreement. This was happening.

Katie didn’t wait. She moved to Jake first, taking his hand and pulling him into the room. She kissed him slow, open-mouthed, and I watched her body melt into his. It wasn’t just lust; it was deliberate. She wanted him to feel it. To feel her.

Then she turned to me, eyes dark and shining, and pulled me close.

The three of us met at the edge of the bed, touches overlapping, lips trading places, hands exploring. Katie’s robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing soft skin and a black lace set that barely covered anything. She stood between us, her breathing shallow, her skin flushed.

I kissed her neck while Jake’s hands moved over her waist. She arched into both of us, moaning softly, like she was being fed energy from both directions. We undressed her slowly, reverently, Jake sliding the lace panties down her legs as I unhooked her bra. When she stood naked between us, she didn’t shy away, she glowed.

We guided her onto the bed, every movement patient, like we were unwrapping a gift we’d both waited for. She lay back, legs open, body trembling as our hands roamed, mine from her thighs to her breasts, Jake’s brushing down her stomach, lower. She whimpered when we touched her together, like the dual sensations short-circuited her thoughts.

She reached for us, pulling us in. Her mouth on mine, then on Jake’s, her fingers exploring both of us with urgency. When I kissed her chest, she arched into me; when Jake kissed lower, she gasped.

Katie didn’t just take it, she wanted all of it. Every touch. Every hand. Every inch of attention. She moaned our names, clutched our arms, lost in it, completely absorbed in the heat and the rhythm and the overwhelming fullness of being desired from both sides.

We moved with her, in sync. I watched her expression as Jake touched her, watched her eyes flutter, her lips part, her hips rise. Then I kissed her, deep and slow, as our bodies closed in tighter around hers. Her moans were louder now, unfiltered, raw.

She looked between us with wild eyes. “Don’t stop. Don’t hold back. I want everything.”

And we gave it to her.

After, we lay tangled in each other Katie between us, skin glowing, heart pounding. She was still catching her breath, smiling to herself like she couldn’t quite believe it had happened.

But it had. And it wasn’t just sex. It was something deeper.

She had been seen. Loved. Taken completely.

And I’d never felt closer to her.

The room was still warm with the afterglow of what we’d shared. The air carried that unmistakable mix of sweat, skin, and sex, thick and quiet like the silence after a storm. Katie lay between us, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly in the most peaceful sleep I’d ever seen on her. Her body, bare and beautiful, was relaxed in the way only true satisfaction brings.

Jake was on the other side of her, his chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths. I should’ve been exhausted and I was, but some part of me didn’t want to sleep. My mind buzzed with what we’d done, what we’d unlocked.

Eventually, though, sleep pulled me under.

It was around 2 a.m. when I woke again.

The room was dark, only the faint flicker of candlelight still glowing from one near the dresser. My eyes adjusted slowly. Katie was still asleep, soft, curled toward me, one arm draped lazily across my stomach.

But something else was there.

A different touch.

My heart gave a slow, confused thud as I became aware of a hand wrapped gently around me. Not hers. Bigger. Warmer. More intentional.

Jake.

I looked down, carefully, pulse quickening. His hand was around the base of my cock, slow, steady, not moving yet, just holding. Like he was testing something. Waiting for a reaction.

For a second, I just lay there, caught between confusion, curiosity, and the rising pulse of arousal I hadn’t expected.

I looked over.

Jake’s eyes were open. Barely. Watching me.

No words. Just quiet acknowledgment.

And then, without saying anything, he began to move slow strokes, soft and deliberate, not demanding but confident. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Katie stirred slightly between us but didn’t wake her breath deep and even. One of her legs shifted across mine, pressing her warmth into my side.

Jake didn’t stop.

My breath caught in my throat. There was something surreal about it something that would’ve felt impossible weeks ago. But now, in the low light and heat of our shared bed, after everything, it felt… natural.

I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t want to.

His touch was different than hers, but not in a way that pushed me away. It was exploratory. Curious. Intent. Like he wasn’t just touching my body he was testing limits. Trust. Boundaries. And maybe desire I hadn’t let myself admit until this very moment.

Katie murmured something in her sleep and turned onto her back between us, her thighs parting instinctively. One of her arms reached out, hand grazing across my stomach, then Jake’s.

The air felt electric. Heavy.

Jake leaned in, his voice a whisper against the silence.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I hesitated for a moment… then shook my head.

“No.”

And just like that, something shifted again.

Jake’s strokes deepened, finding a rhythm that matched the quiet tension in the room. My body reacted without hesitation, every nerve awake now. I reached over slowly, letting my hand rest on Katie’s hip, grounding myself in her presence as Jake continued.

There we were—three bodies, barely moving, but deeply connected in a way that defied explanation. It wasn’t about labels or expectations. It was about sensation. Curiosity. Trust.

The room was still dim, bathed in the softest flicker of candlelight. Jake’s hand moved slowly, rhythmically, still wrapped around me deliberate, like he knew exactly how far to take it without pushing too fast.

And then I felt it—warm breath, softer than the air around us.

I looked down as Jake leaned in and let his lips brush my shaft. Not rushed. Not aggressive. Just a slow, deliberate kiss near the tip, like he was savoring the moment.

That was the exact second Katie stirred.

She shifted on the sheets between us, the comforter sliding down to her waist. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes catching the candlelight. For a moment, she was still, just watching. Taking in what was happening without saying a word.

Then her lips parted slightly—not in shock, but in wonder.

Her gaze flicked from Jake’s mouth to my face. I didn’t look away. Neither did she.

And then, unexpectedly, beautifully, she smiled.

I felt her hand trail across my stomach, slow and feather-light. “Is this real?” she whispered, voice thick with sleep and lust.

I nodded.

She sat up, completely bare, and leaned back on her elbows, watching as Jake kissed me again—this time a little longer, a little deeper. She let out a low, breathy sound, her thighs shifting slightly.

“This is so fucking hot,” she said, voice husky.

Her eyes darkened, and I saw the hunger there, growing again just as it had hours ago.

She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair, then Jake’s.

“I want to watch,” she said, breath catching. “But… I want more than that.”

We both turned to her.

She licked her lips, glanced at Jake, then back at me.

“Kiss him,” she said. “I want to see it.”

The air pulsed with heat—thick with tension, curiosity, permission. My heart pounded. It wasn’t something I ever imagined. But the way she said it… the way her voice trembled with lust… the way Jake looked at me, steady, open…

I leaned forward.

Katie sat up straighter, eyes wide, breath shallow, as I met Jake halfway.

Everything slowed, the air, the thoughts, even tim, as our lips met.

It was tentative at first. Then firmer. Mutual. Real.

Katie let out a soft moan and sank back into the pillows, one hand drifting between her thighs as we explored a new kind of intimacy, something unexpected, but electric.

In that moment, everything was open. No rules. No roles. Just connection.

Our kiss deepened.

There was a moment where I expected hesitation—something awkward or uncertain—but it never came. Jake was steady. Confident, but not demanding. His mouth moved with mine in a rhythm that felt strangely natural, like this moment had been building all along, even if none of us had named it.

And Katie…

She was watching with parted lips, breath shallow, eyes locked on us like she was watching the most forbidden, beautiful thing she’d ever seen. One of her hands cupped her breast, slow and teasing. The other disappeared between her legs, already moving in slow, aching circles.

“God…” she whispered, more to herself than to us.

I heard the slick sound of her fingers working, the quiet gasps escaping her lips, and it only pulled me in deeper. Jake’s hand was still around me, his thumb brushing gently along the underside with a knowing precision, and the kiss turned into something more than just lips—it became shared breath, tension, release.

Katie sat up slowly, her body flushed and glowing in the candlelight. She reached out, placing one hand on the back of my neck and the other on Jake’s chest.

“I want you both… together,” she said softly, voice breaking slightly with need. “Close to me. Touching each other. Touching me.”

Jake and I pulled back, looking at her, then at each other. Something unspoken passed between us—acceptance, trust, curiosity without ego.

We moved in on either side of her.

Katie lay back in the center of the bed, arms stretched wide, eyes wild and shining. I kissed her neck while Jake kissed her thigh. She moaned low in her throat, body arching as our mouths met her skin in opposite waves.

Our hands crossed over her, mine brushing Jake’s briefly as we both moved down her body, teasing, building.

She gasped, clutching the sheets.

“More,” she begged. “I want to feel both of you at once. I want to be surrounded.”

We gave her exactly that.

Jake kissed her deeply while I moved between her legs, tasting her as her thighs trembled. Then we switched—my mouth on hers while Jake buried his face between her legs, and her moans grew louder, more ragged.

She was being taken from both sides, pleasure hitting her in waves.

Her eyes found mine again, raw and vulnerable. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

And we didn’t.

We worshipped her together.

Not rushed. Not chaotic.

But deliberate. Devoted.

She came with a cry, full and shaking, her whole body arching as she gripped our hands—both of us on either side of her, holding her through it. When the wave passed, she collapsed back onto the sheets, panting, overwhelmed, blissed out.

And then, with a grin, still breathless:

“…What are we doing to each other?”

Jake laughed softly. I kissed her temple.

And deep down, I think we all knew.

The morning light was soft, golden, and quiet—the kind of light that filters through curtains like a secret, like the world is still asleep. The scent of last night still lingered faintly in the room. Sweat, sex, candlewax, skin. It wasn’t loud anymore. It was tender now.

Jake had left sometime just before sunrise.

I hadn’t heard the door. Katie must’ve.

I stirred slowly, stretching. She was curled beside me, completely wrapped in the sheets, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed with the kind of glow that doesn’t come from sleep.

She was watching me.

Quiet. Thoughtful.

“Hey,” I said softly, brushing a hand along her arm.

She leaned into my touch.

“Hey.”

There was a pause between us. A heartbeat of silence that didn’t feel heavy—just full.

“I didn’t expect to feel the way I do right now,” she said finally.

I looked at her, letting the moment stay open.

“Which way is that?”

She exhaled, slow. “Full. Like I left part of myself behind last night, and somehow… I still feel whole.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant.

“Was it too much?”

She shook her head instantly. “No. It was everything I hoped it would be. But also… it stirred up something deeper. Something I didn’t expect.” Her eyes met mine. “Watching you like that. With him. And with me. You were… open. Free. And I’ve never been more in love with you than I was in that moment.”

Her voice trembled slightly.

I leaned forward and kissed her—soft, no heat at first. Just closeness. Just us.

“I feel the same,” I murmured against her lips. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this connected to you after everything we’ve already shared. But last night… you gave me something I didn’t know I needed.”

She shifted closer, sliding a leg over mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. We kissed again, deeper this time. Slow. No rush. No performance. Just a build of something that had nothing to prove only to feel.

Her body moved against mine like a tide, calm and powerful. We didn’t speak, not for a while. We just moved together—hands wandering with a different kind of purpose. Not to take, but to hold. To witness. To remember that no matter who joined our bed… this was home.

We made love like the night had cracked us open and the morning was putting us back together, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, heartbeat by heartbeat.

Afterward, she rested her forehead against mine, eyes still closed.

“Does this change us?” she whispered.

“Only if we want it to,” I replied. “But I think it just brought us closer.”

She smiled.