My company hired me to think outside the box.

Although I know my bosses had no idea exactly what I’d been brainstorming as of late. See, I always thought that two of my male coworkers, Liam and Timothy, were into each other. There was this noticeable chemistry between them that I was certain stemmed from something real. In my mind, they made out in the break room when nobody was looking, or they hooked up in the bathroom after aggressive afternoon meetings. I knew they’d both dated women, but maybe they weren’t ready to admit their lust for one another. So I took matters into my own hands and invited them to my favorite pub. “Unwinding after work” was what I pitched. What I thought would happen was something entirely different.

We started simply. A drink each. Talking about what had happened during the workweek. Swapping office gossip. The second drink brought us a little closer to the truth. I danced with one man, then the other. Timothy was graceful. Tall and lean, with red hair and a trimmed goatee, he had the feel of a real dancer — old-timey, I mean. He moved me with the finesse of someone who knows his way around a waltz. Liam was another story. He grooved with me, hip to hip, his hand on my lower back. I felt the pulse of pure fiery heat between us, yet I caught him staring at Timothy over my head.

At the end of the song, I sat in the booth with the duo and said, “Now, you guys should dance together.”

They looked equally shocked, and yet… was there something else there? Right below the surface?

“What do you mean?” Tim asked.

“Dance? Us?” protested Liam.

“You want to, don’t you?” I queried. “I’ve seen the way you check each other out. There seems to be some interest… ”

“You’ve got to be… ”

“Kidding? No. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t think it was true.”

There was silence then. Well, silence except for the music blaring from the jukebox. Had I completely misjudged the situation? This was going to make for some awkwardness around the watercooler, that’s for sure. I started to dredge up an apology. I’d clearly overstepped my boundaries. Or my fantasies. Or…

“Well,” said Tim, and my head snapped upright.

“I mean… ” said Liam.

Oh, God! I’d been right! I’d known it!

“The thing is… ” they said together, and then they were confessing, not only to me, but to each other.

“I crested and climaxed, driving myself back onto his thick pole.”

“I’ve never been attracted to another man,” Liam said to Timothy, “but I’ll admit. I’ve felt something different with you.”

I sighed, relief washing over me. Then I suggested we take the party to my place. The men agreed immediately. I could tell from the way they kept looking at each other that they couldn’t wait to get started. Neither could I, even though I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. What would start? Would I be part of the action? Or would I just observe?

At my place, we stopped in the kitchen for a glass of wine each. For courage, I thought. But we didn’t take more than a sip or two before everyone was staring at everyone else. I decided that I would be the catalyst. They could have the explosions. I led them by the hand to my bedroom. We all took off our clothes quietly. I saw that Timothy had a six-pack. Liam’s body was thicker and well-muscled. I wanted to tell them to start fucking each other. I wanted to tell them they needed to rub one out right away so that we could move on and go slow for the rest of the night. But there was still this hesitation. Nobody knew how to begin.

I reclined on the bed and called them to me. I kissed Liam. Then I kissed Timothy. They didn’t need me to tell them what to do next. They kissed each other. That relief I’d felt at the bar bloomed into something else. I started to touch myself while they stroked each other. That kiss unlocked the door. Soon, they were doing more than kissing. There was groping and fondling. I moved a little aside on the mattress to give them room, but Timothy noticed and pulled me back in.

Somehow, the three of us began to make the odd number work. With the help of my friendly bottle of lube, Timothy slicked his dick while we watched. Then he got behind Liam and parted the man’s ass cheeks. How interesting! I’d have thought things would have gone the other way around. You never can tell.

Before I could lose too many thoughts on how I’d fantasized things would go, Timothy was fucking Liam, and Liam was reaching for me. We maneuvered ourselves into a type of fucking chain. I was in front, Liam was the filling, and Timothy was taking charge of Liam’s backdoor. I could feel how much this turned Liam on, because his cock was huge inside my pussy, aggressively pounding me from behind. He let one arm dangle and began to flick his fingertips against my clit.

I was taken aback by how he had the thoughtfulness to care about my pleasure even while he was getting his ass reamed for what I assumed was the first time. That thought was what brought me to my peak. I crested and climaxed, driving myself back onto his thick pole. He bit the ridge of my right shoulder and filled me up with his cream. I guessed when Timothy reached his finale, because he called out Liam’s name over and over, almost making a chant out of the word.

Then we were done — three peas in a pod — three coworkers in a bed. What had we done? How would we recover? That was easy. We made our way to the shower, where we danced together under the spray before rejoining on my bed once more, in a whole new configuration.

Thinking outside the box.

That’s what they pay me to do.

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