Chapter 1 — Lovers and Friends (A 3S Experience)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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My friend and I were best friends. While I sang at a karaoke room, my girlfriend and he, caught in the haze of alcohol, slowly began swaying together to a blues track.

I felt jealousy—sure—but something else flickered through my mind too, a strange, unfamiliar sensation.

My girlfriend had always been stunning—gorgeous body, radiant charm—but between us, things had gradually turned twisted. We'd long since slipped into the world of fetish, our sex life evolving into something dark, something deviant: roleplay, domination, submission, all of it familiar territory.

After karaoke, instead of heading to my place, we decided to go to hers—it was closer. We bought more booze and ended up in her bedroom, drinking deeper into the night.

The alcohol seeped into our veins, loosening everything.

Feeling the atmosphere shift, I pulled out a porn video I'd brought with me and turned it on. I deliberately chose a threesome scene—three people, bound, entangled, raw.

Watching it together, all three of us breathing heavier, the silence thickening with tension, I could hear their breaths quicken. Mine too.

I told my girlfriend it was time to sleep. The room had only one double bed, so my friend took the floor. She laid out a blanket for him beneath the bed.

Lights off, we lay down.

My cock was rock hard, throbbing like it might burst. I waited five minutes… then gave up.

I whispered, "Let's just fuck," but she hesitated. "What about him? He's right there under the bed."

"It's fine," I said, and immediately climbed on top of her.

Even in the dark, I knew my friend wasn't asleep. I could feel his presence, still and watchful beneath us.

I started licking her pussy like a dog—greedy, desperate. And she—knowing he was listening, maybe even hoping he was—let out a moan, loud and deliberate.

"Uhh~ ~~"

I plunged my aching cock into her and started pumping hard. As I thrust, I whispered into her ear, "What if we did this together with him? Like in foreign pornos?"

She snapped back, cold, "Are you crazy?"

But I didn't care.

Ignoring her protest, I turned toward the floor and quietly invited my friend to join us.

He hesitated—then, as if caught in the same fever, crawled onto the bed.

I insisted my girlfriend go along with it. She didn't resist much—but then suddenly, she started crying.

Inside, I thought, Shit…? I soothed her, pleaded, whispered until she quieted.

And then, reluctantly, she gave in.

Finally, the three of us tangled together—sucking, biting, grinding—lost in a frenzy.

Watching her take my friend's cock into her mouth, something deep in me twisted. Was this really happening? Was I losing my mind?

Still, I kept thrusting into her pussy, feeling her walls spasm wildly, drenched in her own wetness.

When I came inside her, she screamed—wild, animalistic—and immediately turned to suck my friend off.

I slipped out, dazed, and went to the living room for a cigarette.

Through the dim light, I saw them—still going at it, bodies locked, fucking like they'd forgotten the world.

Part of me burned with jealousy.

Later, after my friend came, she came to me. Sat beside me, called me "baby," took a drag from my cigarette.

We did it again—seven more times—always drunk, always tangled in that same feverish trio.

Once, she straddled my friend's lap, his cock buried deep in her pussy, and I came up behind her, driving my cock hard into her ass.

In that moment, deep inside her, I could almost feel his cock through the thin wall separating her holes—a strange, electric thrill pulsing between us.

We've since broken up—different reasons, different lives.

But even now, when I think back… I get hard instantly.

And right now, I'm slowly brainwashing my wife into a threesome.

Will I succeed…?