Threesome - Nixie Fairfax - ebook
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When Joe’s girlfriend Carly invites their fellow college student Grant over for dinner, he suspects she has ulterior motives, for she has long been attracted to the handsome artist. Indeed, the evening soon blossoms into a torrid MMF Threesome, and Joe is shocked to find himself enjoying Grant’s hard body at least as much as Carly does. Includes double penetration, masturbation, and a man-on-man 69.

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Threesome

by Nixie Fairfax

Copyright 2017 Nixie Fairfax

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Joe switched off the vacuum cleaner, the sudden cessation of the machine’s high steady whine revealing the bubble of boiling water, the clink of pot lids, the thump of cabinet doors closing, the sizzle and pop of frying food as his girlfriend Carly worked on the special dinner she was preparing.

“How’s it going in there?” he called, winding the vacuum’s cord around the plastic hook on its side.

“Fine,” came Carly’s voice. “Should be done soon. I think it’s gonna turn out really good.”

He wheeled the vacuum into the closet and shut the door. He hadn’t thought the apartment had really needed vacuuming. Or dusting. Or mopping. Or any of the other several dozen small chores Carly had insisted they do. They had only been living here a week, and they had given the place a thorough cleaning right before they moved their stuff in. But Carly, it seemed, wanted the apartment to be spotless for their friend and coworker Grant’s visit, which was also the reason for the bustle in the kitchen. She had invited Grant over for dinner to repay him for letting them borrow his van for the move.

Joe’s stomach was full of butterflies about the impending visit. He suspected that the invitation had not been made without ulterior motives; on and off all week he had caught that gleam in Carly’s eyes, that bright, fevered shine that was remarkably similar to the look she got when she was super-horny and that usually heralded some wild, impulsive, and in most cases sexual behavior.

Normally Carly was a quiet, friendly, mild-mannered girl, loyal and loving in her relationship with Joe, studious in the pursuit of her Biochemistry degree, rather conservative in bed. But once in a blue moon that gleam would appear, and some imp from deep within her id would seize control of her for a while, and Joe could only hurry along helplessly after her, his guts aflutter with a mix of apprehension and excitement as he wondered what new mischief she would instigate.

He remembered the first time he saw that gleam, only a couple of weeks after he and Carly started dating. They had been in the TV lounge on the second floor of the Student Union, sitting on a couch at the back of the lounge, whose sides were open to the hallways on either side. There had been three or four other people in the lounge, all of them sitting up front, only the backs of their heads visible; plus there had been a janitor cleaning an office across the hall to the right, the drone of his vacuum audible through the office’s cracked door. His cleaning cart was sitting out in the hall in full view of Carly and Joe, where he might return for it at any moment.

Carly suddenly cast aside the newspaper she had been leafing through and turned to Joe with a devilish smile, her green eyes shining with a light that Joe had never seen before. At the sight of it he tensed up a little, knowing somehow that something very out of the ordinary was about to happen.

She threw herself against him, her large, firm breasts pressing warmly against his upper arm, her long red hair sliding silkily over his neck, and then she cupped his crotch in one hand, touched her lips to his ear, and whispered, “Fuck me.”

His heart and his cock jumped in unison.

“What, here?” he said. “Now?”

“Yep.”

His sudden, intense arousal was matched only by an equally intense unease, and not just at the prospect of having sex right under the noses of half a dozen strangers. It was that gleam in Carly's eyes and the simple fact that she had proposed the idea in the first place. It was as if his gentle, sober girlfriend had been swapped out for some wanton, wild-eyed doppelganger whose burning lust matched her fiery hair. This was a side of her he had never even dreamed of.

Despite his qualms, he hadn’t raised a single murmur of protest as she reached under her skirt and peeled off her lemon-yellow panties, which she grinningly tucked into his jeans pocket like some lewd calling card. Then, not even glancing around to see if anyone was watching, she unzipped him and extracted his rapidly hardening cock. After giving it a few quick pumps to ensure its rigidity, she swung one leg over his waist and lowered herself upon him. And my God, was she wet, her pussy a slick, sopping swamp. She rode him almost violently, her teeth clenched, her freckled face scrunched up like a paper ball, her fingers gripping his shoulders like talons. It hadn’t taken long. She came in less than thirty seconds and had to stifle her cries of passion by biting the top of the cushion behind him. Her fierce, trembling orgasm brought on his own, and he was shocked at its intensity. His cum jetted out like water from a Super-Soaker. The thick white streams seemed endless, pulse after pulse shooting into Carly's pussy.

By the time she had dismounted and begun to wipe herself off with some leftover napkins from their lunch in the Food Court, the weird gleam had faded from her eyes, and she was back to her usual self again. Looking around, Joe was relieved to find everyone in the TV lounge still glued to Judge Judy, unaware of what had just taken place behind them. The vacuum was still droning away in the office across the hall.

The incident had left Joe reeling. He had liked it, of course. He had liked it immensely. But he was also quite shocked to discover this lascivious stranger sharing demure Carly’s body and mind, and he was more than a little afraid of what it might compel her to do in the future. He lived in mingled hope and dread of its reappearance.

And reappear it did. Not often. But always memorably. Like that day last summer when, seemingly out of nowhere, Carly had been seized by a desire to have Joe perform analingus on her, an act neither of them had so much as even mentioned before. Though he had been a little grossed out by the idea at first, he had gone along with her imp's latest whim, as he always did. In fact he had wound up rather enjoying the experience, especially since she repaid him at the end with a big, slutty, grunting blowjob. And then there had been the time she attended a Halloween party at a frat house wearing nothing but a red cape and a pair of red boots, with the rest of her body carefully depilated and covered in red, blue, and yellow paint to make herself look like Supergirl. Joe had tried to talk her out of it, but when that gleam was in her eyes nothing would stop her, and he could only stick close to her throughout the party, sick with worry, sure that everyone would see she wasn't really wearing anything. He expected lewd comments, or drunken gropings, or, worse, some hot frat guys convincing Carly's inner imp to let them gangbang her while Joe watched impotently from the sidelines. Instead everyone was too drunk and/or stoned to notice anything beyond the tips of their noses, and Carly's big red cape hung in such a way as to keep her nipples and pussy hidden most of the time. No one, it seemed, had noticed a thing.