So I don’t know how to even start this because it's quite weird, but also kind of hot? But here goes nothing. Last night was wild. Like, I didn’t expect my evening to take such a turn. I’ll just set the scene.It was one of those typical hangouts with Jake and Mike—my two best guy friends. We’ve known each other forever, and it’s always been super chill between us. They come over, we drink, game, whatever. But lately, things have been... different. There's been this tension, especially with Jake. Nothing major, just that vibe where you're aware of someone more than you probably should be.Anyway, I had this random idea to challenge Jake to a fencing match. Yeah, I know, weird, right? But he had these old practice swords lying around from when he took fencing lessons (he’s kind of a dork in the best way). So, we start sparring in the living room, and at first, it’s all laughs and jokes. But soon, the atmosphere shifts. Suddenly, it’s not just some playful match anymore. Each time our swords clashed, it was like there was this... unspoken thing between us.Jake’s shirt is off at this point, and I’m sweating, my bodysuit sticking to me in all the right places. And Mike—he’s just lounging there, watching with this lazy smirk, like he knew something we didn’t. His eyes would flick between us, and every time I caught him staring, I felt this weird flutter low in my belly. It was ridiculous how turned on I was by the whole situation.I was focused on Jake, watching him come at me with this intensity, his muscles flexing as he swung the sword. But there was this moment, right after I barely dodged one of his hits, where I caught Mike’s gaze lingering... low. I looked down, and holy shit, there was no hiding what was going on with him. He was hard as a rock, his erection painfully obvious through his jeans, and it just made everything so much more... heated.I could tell Jake noticed, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about who could win the spar. The air was thick with this unspoken energy. We were all aware of what was happening. Jake’s eyes darkened in a way I hadn’t seen before, and before I knew it, Mike was stepping forward, his voice dropping as he told us to take a break.There was this pause, this tension that hung heavy between the three of us. I could feel my heart racing, the ache between my legs impossible to ignore. I half-joked, half-suggested that maybe Jake needed to “cool down.” But Mike... Mike wasn’t playing around.He steps up, grabs my chin, and tells me to take off my clothes. And Jake, too. There’s no hesitation from either of us. The air was electric, like we were all waiting for this moment without even realizing it. My fingers were shaking as I pulled off my bodysuit, and Jake wasn’t far behind, stripping down until we were both standing there, completely exposed. Mike’s eyes roamed over us, and the way he looked at me made my whole body burn. It was like he owned me with just that one glance.Then, he ordered us to the couch. Without even thinking, I laid down, spreading my legs wide. I was dripping at this point, beyond ready for whatever was going to happen next. Jake didn’t waste any time, positioning himself between my thighs, his cock hard and ready. The way he looked at me... God, it made me ache for him in ways I hadn’t even realized I wanted.Mike was still standing there, watching, his cock straining against his jeans. He told Jake to fuck me, and honestly, I’ve never heard anything hotter in my life. The way Jake’s cock slid into me, so slow and deliberate, filled me completely. My back arched, and all I could think was how badly I wanted this, how badly I needed both of them.Jake started moving, each thrust making me gasp, sending waves of pleasure through me. But Mike, oh god, Mike wasn’t just content to watch. He knelt beside me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made me buck against Jake’s thrusts.It was overwhelming. Jake’s cock filling me, Mike’s fingers on my clit—it was almost too much. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just feel. Mike leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, and told me to look at him. When I did, he asked me what I wanted, and I barely managed to whisper that I wanted them both. I was shaking, trembling with need, and when Mike smiled, I felt like I’d fall apart right then.His fingers sped up, and Jake’s pace grew rougher, each thrust harder than the last. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around Jake’s cock, my cries filling the room. And Jake—he wasn’t far behind. I felt him tense, his thrusts becoming erratic until he came, filling me completely. The feeling of his release inside me was enough to send me spiraling into a second orgasm.And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Mike was there, pulling Jake away and sliding into me himself. His cock was thick, filling me in a way that made me cry out all over again. He didn’t start slow. He slammed into me, hard and fast, taking what he wanted. His voice was a low growl as he told me I was his now, and I believed him. My body was his, Jake’s, theirs to use however they wanted.Jake, now catching his breath, started teasing my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples in a way that had me spiraling toward another climax. And then Mike’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me with his seed just like Jake had.When it was all over, we just collapsed there, tangled in a mess of sweaty, spent bodies. Mike lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist, and Jake curled up next to us. I didn’t know what to say, how to process what had just happened, but one thing was for sure: I had never felt so utterly satisfied in my life.We just lay there, basking in the afterglow, until Mike finally broke the silence with a hoarse laugh. “Well,” he said, still trying to catch his breath, “I think we all needed that.”I couldn’t help but smile, the exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. “Yeah,” I agreed, my voice soft. “We really did.” And honestly? I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

Sarah and Jake sparred with swords, then engaged in a threesome with Mike on the couch, where they took turns having sex with Sarah.

So I don’t know how to even start this because it's quite weird, but also kind of hot? But here goes nothing. Last night was wild. Like, I didn’t expect my evening to take such a turn. I’ll just set the scene.

It was one of those typical hangouts with Jake and Mike—my two best guy friends. We’ve known each other forever, and it’s always been super chill between us. They come over, we drink, game, whatever. But lately, things have been... different. There's been this tension, especially with Jake. Nothing major, just that vibe where you're aware of someone more than you probably should be.

Anyway, I had this random idea to challenge Jake to a fencing match. Yeah, I know, weird, right? But he had these old practice swords lying around from when he took fencing lessons (he’s kind of a dork in the best way). So, we start sparring in the living room, and at first, it’s all laughs and jokes. But soon, the atmosphere shifts. Suddenly, it’s not just some playful match anymore. Each time our swords clashed, it was like there was this... unspoken thing between us.

Jake’s shirt is off at this point, and I’m sweating, my bodysuit sticking to me in all the right places. And Mike—he’s just lounging there, watching with this lazy smirk, like he knew something we didn’t. His eyes would flick between us, and every time I caught him staring, I felt this weird flutter low in my belly. It was ridiculous how turned on I was by the whole situation.

I was focused on Jake, watching him come at me with this intensity, his muscles flexing as he swung the sword. But there was this moment, right after I barely dodged one of his hits, where I caught Mike’s gaze lingering... low. I looked down, and holy shit, there was no hiding what was going on with him. He was hard as a rock, his erection painfully obvious through his jeans, and it just made everything so much more... heated.

I could tell Jake noticed, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about who could win the spar. The air was thick with this unspoken energy. We were all aware of what was happening. Jake’s eyes darkened in a way I hadn’t seen before, and before I knew it, Mike was stepping forward, his voice dropping as he told us to take a break.

There was this pause, this tension that hung heavy between the three of us. I could feel my heart racing, the ache between my legs impossible to ignore. I half-joked, half-suggested that maybe Jake needed to “cool down.” But Mike... Mike wasn’t playing around.

He steps up, grabs my chin, and tells me to take off my clothes. And Jake, too. There’s no hesitation from either of us. The air was electric, like we were all waiting for this moment without even realizing it. My fingers were shaking as I pulled off my bodysuit, and Jake wasn’t far behind, stripping down until we were both standing there, completely exposed. Mike’s eyes roamed over us, and the way he looked at me made my whole body burn. It was like he owned me with just that one glance.

Then, he ordered us to the couch. Without even thinking, I laid down, spreading my legs wide. I was dripping at this point, beyond ready for whatever was going to happen next. Jake didn’t waste any time, positioning himself between my thighs, his cock hard and ready. The way he looked at me... God, it made me ache for him in ways I hadn’t even realized I wanted.

Mike was still standing there, watching, his cock straining against his jeans. He told Jake to fuck me, and honestly, I’ve never heard anything hotter in my life. The way Jake’s cock slid into me, so slow and deliberate, filled me completely. My back arched, and all I could think was how badly I wanted this, how badly I needed both of them.

Jake started moving, each thrust making me gasp, sending waves of pleasure through me. But Mike, oh god, Mike wasn’t just content to watch. He knelt beside me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made me buck against Jake’s thrusts.

It was overwhelming. Jake’s cock filling me, Mike’s fingers on my clit—it was almost too much. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just feel. Mike leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, and told me to look at him. When I did, he asked me what I wanted, and I barely managed to whisper that I wanted them both. I was shaking, trembling with need, and when Mike smiled, I felt like I’d fall apart right then.

His fingers sped up, and Jake’s pace grew rougher, each thrust harder than the last. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around Jake’s cock, my cries filling the room. And Jake—he wasn’t far behind. I felt him tense, his thrusts becoming erratic until he came, filling me completely. The feeling of his release inside me was enough to send me spiraling into a second orgasm.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Mike was there, pulling Jake away and sliding into me himself. His cock was thick, filling me in a way that made me cry out all over again. He didn’t start slow. He slammed into me, hard and fast, taking what he wanted. His voice was a low growl as he told me I was his now, and I believed him. My body was his, Jake’s, theirs to use however they wanted.

Jake, now catching his breath, started teasing my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples in a way that had me spiraling toward another climax. And then Mike’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me with his seed just like Jake had.

When it was all over, we just collapsed there, tangled in a mess of sweaty, spent bodies. Mike lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist, and Jake curled up next to us. I didn’t know what to say, how to process what had just happened, but one thing was for sure: I had never felt so utterly satisfied in my life.

We just lay there, basking in the afterglow, until Mike finally broke the silence with a hoarse laugh. “Well,” he said, still trying to catch his breath, “I think we all needed that.”

I couldn’t help but smile, the exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. “Yeah,” I agreed, my voice soft. “We really did.” And honestly? I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

one guys hand is rubbing a girls clit very close to the other guys cocks while that guy fucks her. 

Girls engaging in swordplay with straight men’s cocks.

MMF story between restaurant colleagues. Fucking in apartment

What Started as Sparring Ended in the Best Threesome of My Life

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