The dim light of the TV cast a warm glow across the small living room; long shadows danced across the plush carpet as the unlikely trio of Donna, her boyfriend Mike, and one of his best buddies, Bobby settled into the oversized couch. Donna’s heart raced, pumping frantically even though she did not betray such through her calm external demeanor. Her hand rested on Mike’s thigh while Bobby sat close, his knee brushing against hers. The air was thick with unspoken anticipation for what was about to happen.

As a couple, Donna and Mike had talked about this for months. It was something that she had always wanted to try, but the practicalities of organizing it and the anxieties of actually going through with it always seemed to push it just out of reach. That was, until the pair ran into Bobby by chance at the bar, and it came up in conversation in some way or another. After a brief chat, they all went their separate ways, but Mike recalled later than evening that Bobby once had a threesome with his girlfriend Laura and some other guy. After a few glasses of wine, Donna and Mike agreed that they would invite Bobby to be their third.

They had not expected him to say yes. Less than 48 hours later, they were all here ... now ... ready...

Two beers and a glass of wine sat untouched on the coffee table, next to an untidy pile of red silk material. Someone just needed to make the first move. It was about to happen.

Mike, ever the steady one, leaned in first, his hand cupping Donna’s chin to pull her into a deep kiss. His tongue slid against hers, firm and demanding, as Bobby watched, his breath steady but audible. It sounded like he was practicing some sort of controlled breathing, perhaps steeling himself for the performance that would be required of him.

Donna broke the kiss, turning to Bobby with a sly smile. She pushed a strand of dark hair of her face. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky. She rose and straddled his lap, feeling the heat of his body through his jeans as she sat on him. Bobby’s strong, warm hands gripped her slim hips, pulling her body closer as their lips met. His kiss was hungrier, his teeth nipping at her lower lip which made her gasp a little, while Mike hooked his arms between them both, his fingers working the buttons of her blouse open to expose the lace of her bra.

Her heart was still beating a mile a minute; the thrill of kissing another man in front of her own was one thing, the anticipation of what was to come was something else entirely. It thrilled her entirely. She realised she was shaking but the fire in her kept her marching forward rather than turning and running from the experience.

“Let’s tie her up a little,” Mike suggested, his tone low and commanding.

Bobby groaned in approval beneath her kiss. “Now that I would like to see...”

Mike retrieved soft silk ropes from the coffee table, the length they’d used before in their private games, now being brought into real action. Bobby peered over her shoulder and nodded, his eyes darkening with a mixture of anticipation and lust. Donna slid off Bobby’s lap, wiggling out of her pencil skirt and kneeling on the floor as she liked to do. It was her submissive pose, and Mike approached and bound her wrists behind her back, the rope biting just enough to send another electric thrill through her. Bobby stood, shedding his shirt to reveal toned muscles, hard and impressive. When her wrists were tied, Bobby helped Mike strip Donna’s blouse away completely by bending to finish unbuttoning the front. This left her bound by the wrists, on her knees her in panties and bra. The two men towered above her. She felt so submissive. The fire burned inside her greater still, and her clit ached to be touched.

Mike pushed her forward gently, her bound hands now pressing into the carpet. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, and she complied willingly and eagerly, her pert bum lifting as Bobby knelt behind her. His fingers hooked into her panties, yanking them down to expose her hairless little pussy, already wet with the thrill of the night thusfar. The suddenness of Bobby’s action shocked her, but she did not have time to dwell on it. Donna moaned as Bobby’s tongue flicked against her folds, lapping at her wetness before circling her clit. The roughness of his stubble brushed her labia as his tongue worked its magic. It was a mouthwatering combination of sensations. Mike watched a man he’d known his whole life now greedily eat away at his girlfriend’s pussy, his cock hardening in his pants at the sight of them. He unzipped to free his cock, and he popped it out and began stroking slowly.

“Good girl,” Mike murmured, “let him taste you.” He threaded his fingers through her wavy dark hair to guide her mouth toward his hardening shaft. Donna opened her beautiful red lips wide, sucking him in deep, her tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed. Bobby’s mouth worked relentlessly on her whilst she worked Mike. Two fingers of Bobby’s slid into her pussy, curling to hit that spot that made her hips buck. The dual assault had her whimpering around Mike’s cock, saliva dripping down her chin.

Bobby pulled back, wiping his mouth. ‘I want what I came here for,’ he said, voice rough, “I want her ass, as we agreed”. Mike nodded, reaching into his jeans pocket for a small bottle of silicon lube. He held it out and squeezed a generous amount onto Bobby’s fingers, who in turn pressed one against Donna’s tight little hole. She tensed at first, despite wanting it, then relaxed as he pushed his digit in slowly, the intrusion burning sweetly as she opened for him. “Relax, girl,” Bobby cooed, working it deeper while his other hand rubbed her soaking clit.

Donna gasped around Mike’s cock as Bobby added a second finger, stretching her tight ring further. The fullness built, mixing a little pain and a lot of pleasure until she pushed back onto his fingers, eager to be opened up. Mike pulled out of her mouth, letting her catch her breath. “You ready for him?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. “You ready to give your ass to him?”