The Accidental Throuple

Despite Anne having acknowledged that our second threesome would not be our last, we didn't pencil anything right away. We didn't even talk about it further. We watched a movie, went to bed, and lived our lives.

A few days later, when Sarah was out with friends, Anne called me into the bedroom. It wasn't the singsongy siren's call she used for a mid-day quickie, it was a terse, pragmatic "Roger, can you help me with something for a minute?"

She was wearing her glasses, sweatpants, an old tee shirt, and no bra. Her laptop was out on her lap as she sat up in bed, typing. She gently patted the spot next to her and I sat beside her and peered over at the screen. She was watching porn. A pair of spray-tanned blondes with enormous breasts were kneeling in front of a giant, vaguely muscular, slab of a man, taking turns sucking his massive cock.

"Is this what you were thinking of when you talked about a 'classic, two-girl blowjob?'" There was a note of criticism in her voice that she was doing her sincere best to suppress.

Technically speaking, it was. But I felt that the scene she had chosen was giving perverts like me a bad name. I had long assumed that Anne was not a porn-watcher. The scene she landed on more or less confirmed my suspicions--if she ever watched porn, it certainly wouldn't be this. I knew she masturbated, she owned some vibrators and we had only used one or two of them during sex. But she didn't watch porn. I had a few exes who watched porn. Some liked to send me short clips, or tumblr gifs, and ask "isn't this hot?", posing it as a question as they showed me what they wanted. Others liked to watch porn together, porn that was invariably full of gangbangs and facefucking. And not to deprive these lovely women of agency, but the impression I always got was that the act of watching this taboo porn in front of me got them off more than the porn itself.

Back to the point at hand: everything these women were doing as part of their two-girl blowjob was what I meant by a "classic two-girl blowjob." But I felt the artifice of their aesthetic was undermining me, that all Anne would take away from this was that I was a dirty old man. So I fibbed, just a little.

"Not quite," I said, gently lifting the laptop from her lap and placing it on mine. I stopped the video and quickly searched for something I thought would do the trick "I was thinking more like this?"

The acts on the screen ultimately remained the same. But the women (a pair of professional amateurs) looked a little more human, and the guy (whose face remained just out of screen) looked a little closer to their age, and the lighting (natural sunlight through the windows) made it feel a little more authentic. I shifted the laptop back to Anne's lap. Her eyes were studiously glued to the screen, and she didn't peel them away even for a moment when she asked me "what do you like about this?"

Her voice didn't hold a note of judgement or concern. It didn't sound like she was blind to the appeal, either. It just sounded like she wanted to make sure she was getting it just right.

"Well," I started, "I think the easiest thing is just that, you know, I like when one woman sucks my dick, why not two?"

Anne elbowed me.

"I also think it's really hot when they're, like, kissing eachother around it? They're paying more attention to other than they are to him."

"So you're getting off on them centering the penis in their relationship with eachother?"

When I write those words down, they sound like an academic looking for an excuse to castigate me for jerking off. And honestly my first instinct was to defend myself. But her tone was curious, and she was my girlfriend, and I love her. So I decided to be honest, and as articulate as my erection allowed.

"Yeah. I like it when women love cock, and I think what I like about this scene, besides just that it looks like it would feel really good, is the idea that these women are worshiping this guy's dick in a way that isn't, like, servinghim, they're doing it for eachother and for themselves."

Anne looked over to me at that, then noticed the way I was craning over to watch the video in her lap. "Oh, here," she muttered, setting her laptop on the bed. She climbed onto my lap and then pulled the laptop back on, so I could watch over her shoulder. At this point, one woman, a redhead, was sucking dick as her brunette companion stroked her hair and cooed encouragement. I started to trace my fingers along Anne's arms and shoulders as I hardened against her ass. "This is actually pretty hot," she added.

"Oh yeah? What do you like about it?" I was so close to her face that I spoke just a little more voice than a whisper, rumblingly deep.

"I like the idea that someone's watching me do a good job, and that it's someone who understands what I'm doing. Like, you obviously show a lot of appreciation during blowjobs, I love that, but you're looking down from above and you've never sucked a dick. But I think if another woman was down there with me, watching me work, I could show off to like a fellow artist."

A callous on the tip of my thumb found a spot on Anne's forearm to stroke, and I started gently sawing back and forth along her radius. The women had switched as Anne spoke, and the redhead was now kissing the man as the brunette sucked his dick. "What do you, as an artist, appreciate about what she's doing?"

"It looks like she's keeping a good rhythm, and I like the way her hand is coordinated with her mouth. But I don't think she's paying enough attention to the head, and one of her hands should be on his balls."

One of my hands begin to very gently graze Anne's nipple through her shirt. "Sounds like you have a lot of criticisms."

"She's playing on easy mode. His dick is really long but it isn't very thick at all. I think she isn't doing much tongue stuff because he's got an ugly head, and they want to keep it concealed."

"He's got an ugly head?"

Anne turned back and gave me a soft peck on my neck. "Not everyone's penis is as pretty as yours, Roger."

I almost blushed. "You think my penis is pretty?"

Anne didn't answer. The guy had cum, and the two women were sloppily kissing in front of the camera, sharing his load between their lips. "Is this something you want?"

"I don't know. It feels a little porn-y and performed? But I feel like if it was my cum maybe I'd feel different. Besides, I'd rather fuck the two of you than finish during the blowjob."

Anne shifted in my lap. My erection straining erection took the opportunity to nest itself between her cheeks. "Could we maybe watch another? I want to make sure to get this right."

I nodded and started searching for a new scene. Anne took the opportunity to hop off of me and reach over to her nightstand. As I found a good followup scene, she tossed her vibrator onto the mattress beside her, peeled off her shirt, and leaned back against my chest. I set the laptop down in-between us, balanced on my left thigh and her right, and pressed play.

The last scene I had chosen was upscale amateur, with warm lighting and women gently collaborating on cock. I decided to go just a little pornier. This was shot more point-of-view, so we could watch the women's faces as they worked. And the women weren't collaborating as much as they were competing. One woman, a curvy blonde with a sensible ponytail, was trying to one-up her friend, a skinny brunette ingénue. The guy was uncut, like me, which is always nice to seen in porn. Representation matters.

As the girls got started, Anne pulled the arm I had wrapped around her up to her chest, and placed my hand on her boob. I grabbed it greedily, then released it and started idly fiddling with her nipple, running the smooth face of my fingernails against the skin of her areola. She didn't reach for the vibrator beside her, she just relaxed against my chest and watched the women compete.

I decided to break the comfortable silence. "What did you mean, earlier, when you said that with his dick she was playing on easy mode?"

"It's easier to show off when you're sucking a two-hander." I felt a lump building in my throat. "And yours is, like, probably the thickest I've ever sucked? So I feel like half the time I'm just struggling to fit it in there."

I knew that Anne had been with men before me, and I knew that realistically some of them were going to have bigger dicks than me. And most of the time I didn't care, because I didn't think about it, and because I do my best not to let dick size become too entangled in my self-esteem. But the notion that there was acategoryof dicks longer than mine was a bit of a gut-punch.

But at the same time, just like when Anne and Sarah kissed in front of me for the very first time, the twisting in my guts belied the arousal it instilled. Anne had, outside of a handful of sessions of dirty talk, insisted that she didn't care about size. It had always felt a little more like an ideological statement than an experiential one, but nevertheless it put this little seed of doubt in the back of my mind. And every time I cast my mind back to the sluts of yore asking for dick pics (Anne had never once requested one), or talking about loving big dicks, or calling themselves size queens, that seed whispered in my ear "Roger, that was a performance, it wasn't real. They only said it to turn you on." But now here she was, describing the ins and outs of different dick dimensions, while the two of us watched a pair of beautiful women running their lips up and down a man's shaft in unison.

And then there was thatprobably. Anne had complimented my cock before. I don't mean to brag, but many women have. But even before my belief in size queens being eroded, I never really took it to heart. No one's going to say "Roger, fuck, your cock is so medium." Butprobablywas considered, it was measured, it was real. For all our years dating, this was the first time she had complimented my dick without even a hint of performance. She wasn't saying "the thickest I've ever sucked" to turn me on, or to turn herself on, or to stoke my ego. She was saying it because she believed it.

All of these things tangled together inside me. The idea of Anne enthralled by those two-hand cocks; the idea of Anne mentally comparing how much I filled her to everyone else in her past, and putting me at the top; the idea that the gulf between my Anne and the art hoes of my past was maybe not so large at all. I think a man of greater emotional depth or complexity may have had a more sensible reaction, but my reaction was to get even harder.

Anne noticed my lack of response--this all happened over the course of about five seconds, but that's a long time to not respond to someone who just answered your question. She was resting against my chest so maybe she could feel my heart race as I ran through all the implications of what she said. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and pressing her skin against mine. She brought her lips to the base of my neck and gave me an impossibly gentle kiss. "Your cock is beautiful, too."

She was certainly saying this for me. But that felt nice too--that she wanted me to feel this way. And it wasn't totally invented, she had said it earlier with a similar blunt sincerity.

I adjusted my hand on her breast, massaging it and holding her tighter against me. "What's beautiful about it?"

She signed one of those sighs you do before writing a list. One of thoseoh well, you knowsighs. "It's nice and thick, obviously, and so it feels really good inside of me, and it was really fun to watch Sarah try to ride it. And I've never been with an uncut guy before but it's nice to have something to play with, and I can like, detect? it moving inside me when we fuck sometimes, and that's really cool. And it's not too veiny, I think they look kind of gross when they're veiny. It's pretty straight, no unsightly curve to it, but I like how it bulges in the middle I think that's very handsome. And when you slide it in at the start of sex that's a really recognizable shape, which means your dick is veryyou."

My shirt was totally unbuttoned at this point. She had a hand idly winding through my chest hair, and she was resting her head just under my chin, and her breasts were gently pressed against my flank. "Do you want me to keep going, or can we please just watch these very nice women suck this dick?"

I smiled, and gave her breast a squeeze. "We can watch the very nice women suck the dick."

We watched the very nice women suck the dick. The camera had at some point switched to a side view, and we watched the blonde's perfect ponytail swing as she bobbed up and down, taking him deep into her mouth. Her companion, kneeling behind her, gently grabbed the base of her ponytail and pulled her off, taking over sucking duties. The blonde ducked down a little and planted her mouth on his balls.

"Okay, this is hot, but let's focus here. What should I be getting out of this, what should I focus on?"

"I guess pay attention to whoever's not sucking his dick, and what she's doing. You know how to give head, you give great head, being the second girl is what makes it a two-girl blowjob" As I responded, Anne turned away from me for a moment, reaching back for something. I reluctantly moved my hand away from her breast and stroked up and down her sides, fingers barely touching her but moving fast and firm. She wiggled against me for a moment, pulling her sweatpants down to her knees, and then I heard her vibrator come to life. I looked down at her. Her eyes were fixed on the screen as she ran the vibrator up and down her lips, over her panties.

"So you think I should be relegated to your balls while Sarah gets to suck your cock?" Anne had begun to gently rock her hips back and forth in response to the vibrator's droning. In response, I ran my hand back and forth along the erection that was now straining against my jeans.

"Well, no. You could also be kissing her neck, or playing with her tits. And sometimes you'll be the one sucking my cock." I popped open the button of my pants and unzipped them so I could squeeze my cock through my boxers. I wanted to match Anne, who hadn't yet removed her panties, but the vibrator put her at an advantage.

The blonde was back on cocksucking duty. Her companion, having gone through a bit of an narrative arc throughout the blowjob, was now holding her by the hair and guiding her mouth up and down. Anne had done this to Sarah during our first tryst, albeit a bit more aggressively. She noticed the parallels too.

"Do you wish I could throat you like that?"

She asked it as a sexy question, demanding a sexy answer. But the sexy answer was "yes," and surely that couldn't be what she wanted to hear. I watched the once-innocent brunette coax her friend into taking one more centimeter of dick into her throat, and then it hit me.

"I don't mind. That's what we have Sarah for."

This didn't send Anne overtheedge, but it certainly sent her overanedge. She turned her vibrator up a notch, clung harder onto my body, and switched into that muttering style of dirty talk. "She's our little slut, isn't she? Always ready to suck your cock, always ready to eat my ass or my pussy. Let her clean you out of my pussy, use her throat to jerk you off."

I took this as my cute to finally take out my dick and start masturbating in earnest. My left hand was still reserved for Anne's tits, which she seemed to love, but my right was free to start stroking. But once Anne's dirty talk ran out of steam and collapsed into silence, she turned to me and said "this is stupid." She handed me her vibrator, spat on my cock, and started jerking me off herself. I moved the vibrator back to her vulva, where she had put it. She closed her eyes for a moment, re-adjusting to the sensation, then opened them. "Tell me when you're close."

It didn't take long. I had only just started masturbating, but had spent so much time watching these blowjobs, feeling Anne's body against me, and listening to her discuss her personally philosophy of cock that I was already halfway there by the time my dick sprang from my pants. I did my best to focus on helping Anne, but the vibrator was doing most of the work, and my job was mostly to hold it still. I shifted focus to the screen. The man was how facefucking the brunette, standing, as he kissed the blonde. "I'm close," I hissed.

Anne's mouth immediately descended on me, and I started cumming from the sheer shock of it. She clamped her thighs around the vibrator as I unloaded into her wet mouth, and purred as she swallowed. She kept her head in my lap and my now-empty cock in her mouth as she started to buck against the vibrator, that was still in my hand. I moved my hand from her breast to her head, running my fingers through her hair and holding her there. She kept sucking through her orgasm, easing off only as she pulled herself away from the vibrator. I let her rest her head in my lap for a minute before she sat up and kissed me. I pulled her into my chest and leaned back, and we cuddled for a moment.

I decided to disturb our peace. "Should I be doing any research on how we'll both fuck Sarah when you get to use her strap?"

"Well..." Anne took a while to respond. "You aren't really a part of that fantasy."

My mouth got a little dry. I clenched my jaw.

"It's not that I don't want you there, or that I don't want you to participate. It's just that, like, my fantasy is to fuck a woman with a strap-on. I've never fantasized about both of us fucking her, or you fucking me as I fuck her, or whatever else it is that people do. I don't really know what it makes sense to do, because I've never thought about it like that. I think it'd be awkward? to get fucked while fucking her, and that maybe that would be too much of a distraction. Maybe she could suck your dick while I fuck her? I don't really know. I want you involved, and I don't want you just, like, jerking off in the corner or whatever, but I don't really know what you being involved looks like for this."

My jaw relaxed. Why was I always so worried about all this? I was in love with Anne, and Anne was in love with me. There wasn't some grand conspiracy trying to cut me out.

"I feel like I could jerk off in the corner for a little while, to make sure you get some time in really doing whatever you'd like. As long as it's not too long, and as long as I get roped back in afterwards."

Anne kissed my cheek. "I might really like that. Besides, it's nice when you jerk off to me."

*****

On Tuesday, at breakfast, Sarah forced our hands. "I'm leaving for my work trip Saturday morning, I'll spend most of Friday packing, does Thursday work for everyone?"

She didn't specify, but we both knew what she meant. Anne and I glanced at eachother, and then she chimed in. "Thursday works."

"And just as a note I don't actually have a dildo that fits in my strap right now. I'll buy one at some point, because it's going in me, but I hope it's okay if that's not part of Thursday."

Anne gave a cheery "that's fine!" as I nodded through my muffin.

Just as Sarah was about to step out, I realized something. "What time?"

She paused at the door. "It'd be nice to start early, but I want to get home and shower and dry off and be ready for it. So like seven?"

Anne poured herself a second cup of coffee. "Seven works for me."

*****

It was easy to push it to the back of my mind for the rest of the week--Anne didn't really bring it up again--but as Thursday came I got butterflies in my stomach. It was weird, going through the motions of my workday, knowing in advance that I'd be having a threesome. I wished there was more I could do to prepare. I shaved my balls, and cleaned our room, and took an extra-long shower. I've heard that boxer briefs are sexy, although Anne had never expressed any particular opinion on them, so I put some on. I spent most of my work day daydreaming, and waffling over whether I should jerk off or not. Jerking off would make me last longer, which is always a plus. Not jerking off would give Sarah more cum to eat out of Anne's pussy, and might make me more sensitive to the events at hand. But if we were going tostartwith a two-girl blowjob, being sensitive could be bad. But if I came right at the start, maybe I'd recover in time to cum a second time.