My First Threesome

A story, a fantasy about two friends who spend a relaxing evening together at home on the couch. With a surprising twist.

Summer. Saturday night.

My best friend Marco had invited me for an evening watching TV / movie and drinking beer. His girlfriend would be out for the evening with girlfriends. Walking in the city, and Marco didn't feel like going too. We're both a bit of couch potatoes actually. Rather sink on the couch at someone's house than spend tons of money in the pub for a few watery beers. And then you also have the problem that you can't understand each other. We always have a lot to discuss and that happens better at home. And you don't have to dress up completely. It had been a warm day, with a sultry evening. Thunderstorm in the sky. Short pants and shirt was enough this evening. So for both, even a shirt for Marco

Most of the time we are at my house, especially since I live alone again. So this evening was once with him, just because it was now possible.

It was now somewhat later in the evening. We had devoured the necessary beers, already a bit tipsy. The TV was not much to experience, as always these days. Marco flipped through all channels and came across a shielded channel. He needed a pin code for this. I had to laugh at that.

Haha; child lock. How so? You're both adults, right?

Yes,

Marco replied,

but Sandra doesn't need to see this

Oh, okay, is it such a channel

I laughed.

Yes, Sandra knows, but we have never removed the code. If you want to see it, just say so

Sandra know?

, I asked surprised.

Do you ever watch together?

Yes occasionally

Gosh, Sandra is less short-sighted than I thought

Yes, it shows again. But good objection to watch?

Not at all, I reply. He then keyed in the code and we fell in love right away.

Good, then I'll leave it here.

Yes literally too!

, I laughed

huh?

Well, you leave em on here, so you said, well, stand. Oh never mind

.

Me too always with my flap. I always had to think ambiguously. That used to be no problem with Marco, but now I wasn't so sure anymore.

Oh haha, that.

Martin laughed.

That I leave it. You mean I'm getting hard.

Uhm yes, that's what I meant.

Nice is not it! Don't you have that then?

We've talked about sex before, but this was a very direct question.

Uh yes. Naturally.

, I stammered. I did feel a little left out. I didn't like this. Or actually. I suddenly feel a sense of excitement at the thought of Marco and his erect cock. And that is quite confusing. I find myself getting curious and trying my best not to stare too conspicuously at his crotch. Before, I never thought much about what Marco's cock would look like. Yes, I can see that he has a good body. Sporty, slim, never lacking interest from the opposite sex and sometimes the same sex. And I've seen him naked too. Take a shower after exercising, for example. Or at sleepovers, or when we had to wait for each other to get picked up to go out, we never had a problem with being naked in front of each other. But never, really never with ulterior motives his body absorbed into me. And now suddenly I wonder what his cock looks like and I would love to see it.

I hear Marco talking again from far away and I call myself to order. What do you think, you're not gay, are you? And Marco certainly not! He's married, of course.

... so it's nothing to be ashamed of, right?

are the last words of Marco that I still get. I don't think I missed much, so he means to say there's no shame in getting a boner.No, that's not it

, I answer timidly.

In the meantime, there is a lot going on on TV and I focus my attention on the screen, just like Marco. The movie we watch is no more or less than the average porn movie. There is a lot of sexing of course and the ladies moan that it is a delight. Occasionally I am disgusted by these kinds of statements, but the images turn me on anyway. As always! Unfortunately, I didn't count on watching porn, so I went commando tonight. Well, unfortunately, it's especially tricky because now I can't really hide the fact that I have a boner. Now we just said it's nothing to be ashamed of, but still.

I glance sideways at Marco who is sitting on the loveseat next to the sofa I'm sitting on. So I sit a bit diagonally next to him, so that I can look in his direction fairly unnoticed. Only if he suddenly looked my way, then I have something to explain, of course.

Marco is completely relaxed, apparently not at all afraid of what can happen. One leg on the floor, the other pulled up on the couch, his arms behind his neck. Because he's wearing a shirt with those big armholes in it, I notice that his armpits are shaved. Not special in itself, more men do that these days. Me too, but people often shave other parts of the body. I certainly do, I've always shaved my cock and balls cleanly, as well as my chest hair. So would he

I can now see without too much effort that his cock has visibly grown. The hump in his shorts leaves little to be desired. I wonder if he's really that casual, or if he's deliberately showing that he has a boner.

Damn, the idea makes my blood run to my head and I find myself getting more turned on by the sight and the thought of what's in there than by the whole movie in fact, those cooing girls can actually steal me right now and my attention is drawn more and more to those men with their erect cocks.

What would it be like to feel such a powerful device in my hands, knead that full bag and slowly jerk that cock. And more, if at that moment I see one of the ladies sucking a cock with her mouth a little too enthusiastically for my liking, I wonder, no I imagine what it would be like to have such a cock in the mouth myself taking it, licking off the pre-cum with my tongue and finally maybe feeling that cock pouring its cum into my mouth, how it will taste.

I notice that this general thought is increasingly focused on Marco. I can't help it anymore. My cock is now completely unstoppable and is in full regalia in my pants, as far as space allows. Because I have to move to improve that space somewhat, Marco now also focuses his attention on me.

Yes, he saw it. Shit. Or actually not. Cool!

Marco smiles and looks at me. We don't say anything to each other, just look at each other. I give him a timid smile back, getting myself into the most comfortable position as I see his gaze now fixed on my clearly visible erection in my shorts.

At that moment, the room door swings open. Shit, Sandra's coming home. Fuck. I quickly straighten up and cross my legs, trying to hide my erection as best I can.

Although Marco must also be surprised that she is already coming home, he makes no effort at all to hide anything. Both the TV remains as it is, and its position does not change. In other words, Sandra knows that we are watching porn very hard and she can also see that it has not missed its effect. Okay, so Marco didn't say too much about Sandra. At least he's not secretly talking about it now or anything. However, I myself don't know how I have it and how to hide my erect cock as quickly as possible.

What are you doing at home so early?

, Marco asks Sandra.

Ingrid didn't feel well and wanted to go home, so I brought her home. And now I don't feel like going back, so I thought I'd keep you guys company. If you do not mind.

Sandra replied. She walked over to Marco and bent down to kiss him. As she did, she placed her hand on his thigh, right next to his cock, causing his shorts to tighten even more.

And I hope I'm not intruding,

she added, with a little tap on Marco's pole.

Then she walked over to greet me too. I came so good and so angry it half got up and we gave each other 3 kisses on the cheek. As it should be, but still uncomfortable for me. What must she think, would she have noticed my pole? It had to be, otherwise she couldn't help but suspect that what I was trying to hide must be a whopper of an erection. Shit, and the fact that she looked so pretty herself didn't make it any easier.

Sandra is still a really beautiful woman and she wore a tight black dress this evening, which in turn left nothing to hide with her. all the lines were well defined, her breasts, with the nipples straight forward, her tight stomach, her firm round bottom, with those beautiful long legs underneath. As she bent over I actually got a look at her cleavage and I saw that she was not wearing a bra. At least that explained the markings on her nipples.

Wow, that she just went out without a bra. I thought that was really cool! Of course it also made my head run wild again and my imagination ran wild. Her dress outlined everything so perfectly and what I missed in it was actually the outline of a slip or something like that. Even if it was just a thong. But no, I really couldn't see those contours. Marco without underpants and Sandra probably without panties, man man, they can still surprise me after all these years.

In the meantime, the TV was also still on, but our attention was a bit off. Now with Sandra there it felt strange to look further, but Marco didn't take it off.

Sandra poured herself a drink, topped up our beer on request and plopped down on the couch next to Marco. He had made room in the meantime, by sitting up straight again. This gave me another look at his crotch and I noticed that his cock had slumped a bit from the distraction. Sandra put a hand on his leg and so the three of us continued to look.

Again my attention was not entirely on the film. Of course I saw what was happening and of course it made me hornier, but my attention also regularly (hopefully) went unnoticed to Marco and Sandra. Marco's cock was again visible in full regalia in his pants, occasionally visibly jerking. Apparently by a minimal movement of Sandra's hand over his thigh towards his cock. Sandra apparently didn't leave it unmoved either, because I saw blushes on her cheeks and a look on her face that I hadn't seen on her before. And I had the impression that her nipples were even tighter.

I myself had long since given up trying to hide my erect cock. If Marco and Sandra make little effort to hide their excitement, I decided not to put any more effort into it.

In the end, the film was not endless and after watching for about 45 minutes, the credits announced themselves. Because it is a 24/7 porn channel, the next movie would start immediately after the break, but Marco turned off the TV.

Even more of the same becomes too much of a good thing again

, he explained.

I did agree with him, so I didn't protest.

..and in real life it's much more fun

, Sandra added.Well, that's for sure

I agreed, with an unintentional disappointment in my voice. At the moment I didn't have anyone to do it with in real life, so I would have to do it myself later. Not bad either, I can also really enjoy taking my cock in hand, but still.

Then I'll just go home, then you can go ahead

, I continued. Although I tried to say it lightly, it also sounded disappointed. And so was I. Of course I completely understood, I was the 5th wheel on the car, but yes, what if Sandra had not come home, how would it have gone? I had hoped to catch a glimpse of Marco's cock. How that would turn out I could imagine in my best fantasies, but now that Sandra was here, everything turned out differently.

No dude, are you crazy

Sandra replied.

Don't let us send you away. I didn't mean anything by that. Real. At most, seeing real people, men sitting here with a stiff cock, is much more fun than all those men and women on the screen. There's nothing you can do about it, you can only indulge in it. Here you can at least touch again

As she spoke those words, her gaze and her hands went to Marco's pants. When she reached the waistband, she hesitated for a moment, but put her fingers behind it and in a split second, Marco's cock jumped over the edge. The resulting freedom for his cock caused a moan to escape Marco's lips.

Shit, this went the wrong way. No, this went in the right direction. I wanted to see this, didn't I want to see Marco's cock? Insofar as my cock had already collapsed a bit, it hadn't. This sight, of Marco's rock hard jerking cock above his pants, was enough to make my cock pump full of blood again.It's much too hot here, Marco, let's take something off

, Sandra continued undisturbed.

She put her money where her mouth is and stripped Marco of his shirt. To then grab the edge of his shorts again and lower it further. When he got to his feet, Marco cooperated and kicked off his shorts. The horny look he gave Sandra just told him he didn't care anymore. He was so horny now that it didn't seem to matter that I was still there.

Now I finally got to see what I didn't know until tonight that I wanted to see so badly. God damn it, for the first time in my life there was someone else's hard cock within ten feet of my life, not just anyone, but Marco's. My best friend! Whom I had never looked at differently until this moment, who had never been a lust object to me, but who I now wanted nothing more than to take a closer look at his cock, to hold it, to taste his body against mine wanted to feel, wanted to draw no into me, wanted to become one with it. I thought I was going crazy and felt the blood rush to my own cock in one tidal wave.

His cock looked beautiful, shaved clean as hoped. When he took off his pants, the last piece of his foreskin also slid down and his beautiful purple head was exposed. I am also uncircumcised myself and know what a wonderful feeling it gives when that last piece over the edge of the head is exposed and I could therefore vividly imagine that this just gave an extra stimulus to the cock and therefore also shocked it and a groan escaped from Marcos throat. His hole was gleaming with pre-cum and it didn't look like it would be long before the first droplet dislodged and rolled down.

Sandra started lovingly massaging his thick rod and with her other hand she worked his sack and balls just as lovingly. One by one she ran them through her fingers, her gaze fixed on Marco.

Marco could no longer keep his hands to himself and also started to explore Sandra's body. He started at her breasts, kneaded them lightly, found her nipples and gently twisted them between his fingers and released them. It seemed impossible just now, but her nipples were now protruding even further. How horny it is when a woman doesn't wear a bra.

Marco's hands fell down and hung on her buttocks. Slowly he kneaded Sandra's buttocks, pulling the fabric of her dress further up with every movement. Slowly but surely her beautiful round buttocks became visible. At least no slip, maybe a thong, but as the dress rolled up further it became clear that she really hadn't been wearing anything under her dress. Man, what a horny couple. And that I never knew that, while I've known them for so long. By now I was so horny that I would like nothing more than to see Sandra completely naked. I had never seen that before, so when that desire was sparked it felt just like with MArco. I also wanted to see, touch, feel, taste her body.

Because Sandra hung over Marco, her buttocks were now sticking straight back and pointing directly in my direction. She gave me a look straight into her butt crack and more. Her clean-shaven lips were so swollen with lust that they were clearly visible between her legs. They glistened with moisture, and it seemed as if it didn't take much for her to let the moisture run down her legs.

Marco's hands now found their way from the buttocks to the inside of Sandra's legs. He started massaging and slowly worked his hands upwards, until he touched or just missed Sandras wet pussy. Apparently it drove her crazy, because she started to moan harder and harder and wriggle her bottom trying to outsmart Marco's hands and push against her cunt. But Marco knew what he was doing and what her plan was, so she always just didn't get what she wanted.