A trio of kinky coworkers creates their own happy ending.

“This wasn’t just your average threesome,” the woman in line in front of me was saying to her friend.

“What do you mean? What’s an average threesome?” Thank goodness her friend asked that question because it was exactly what I was thinking! Up until that moment, I’d been daydreaming to pass the time. But this conversation immediately captivated my attention.

I took in the two women in front of me with more interest than I had thus far. The first was a ripe-looking redhead in a peach sundress with a matching purse. She asked her friend, who was a severe-looking brunette, “Well, what do you imagine when you think ménage?”

I pondered the query myself. When I thought ménage — which, if truth be told, I often did — I immediately thought about Ivan and Robert, two of my coworkers, who turned me on in exquisite but decidedly different ways. Robert had a swimmer’s build, lean and lanky, and thick blond hair he wore close-cropped. He looked like a male model in his impeccably tailored suits, and he was always well presented, shoes polished, tie in place. That’s what you need for a successful ad man — someone who exudes confidence.

Then there was Ivan, head of the art department, more and more tousled every time I saw him. Didn’t matter if he’d just been to the barber, he always looked as if he needed a trim. Sometimes he forgot where he left his jacket. Once I saw the thing rumpled up under his desk, as if he might have used it as a pillow for a quick nap. He wore his shirtsleeves folded to the elbows, and I didn’t think he owned a tie. Yet, there was a dangerous erotic energy emanating from him that made me think I could sidle up to him and whisper any dark desire and he’d do his best to fulfill my every last fantasy.

When I thought “ménage,” I imagined the two of them passing me back and forth between them, or even tying me down while they took turns fucking me. Robert would be more dominant, I thought, and Ivan would assist. I could easily picture Robert taking charge, positioning the two of us the way he desired. Unless, Ivan was the wild card. Maybe he’d top Robert!

The woman in front of me was responding, so I paused my train of thought to listen.

“I have no idea,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like that. Can you imagine me suggesting a threesome to Bradley?”

Woman number one said, “For me, I would have simply thought of three people hooking up. That’s exotic enough for a Friday night, right?”

We all moved forward in line. This was taking forever, thank goodness. What if the cashier hadn’t been replacing the receipt paper? What if the elderly gentleman three customers ahead hadn’t forgotten his wallet?

“Sure,” the dark-haired friend nodded. “Three seems plenty” — she lowered her voice — “kinky.”

“But it wasn’t,” the redhead said. “Not enough for Kevin and Ryan.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kevin was the one to say we should add the bondage.”

“Seriously? Kevin? Bondage!” The slight brunette said the last word louder than she’d intended, because she brought her fingers to her lips, as if in shock.

“I know!” the ginger-haired woman said. “I would never have believed he was into anything like that. But he brought cuffs with him, and he had a blindfold, too. He was seriously well prepared.”

I tried my best not to lean in. I didn’t want to be obvious about listening. But I really had to know what had happened next. I was all excited — every part of my body felt invested in the story. Good for Kevin, I thought. Coming through with the bondage when you least expected it. What was up with Ryan, though? Was he into bondage, or was he frightened by the concept?

“Who did he use the cuffs on?” the friend asked.

The girl with the red hair giggled. “Who do you think?” She put her wrists together, indicating she’d been the one bound. I had an instant picture of that. I mentally removed her sundress and put her in an X-marks-the-spot position on a fictitious mattress.

“I can’t believe this,” the dark-haired girl said, shaking her head slightly.

“The things is,” the redhead told her, “you never really know what someone’s into until you get naked.”

That’s when I accidentally nudged the brunette, who turned and gave me a haughty look.

Damn. I’d given away my hand. I got really busy looking for something that didn’t exist in my purse. Maybe they’d start chatting again. Perhaps I’d still hear the rest of the story. Of course, a second checker opened up right then, and the women moved over, so I was left longing, wishing I could have followed after them and had the nerve to say, “I know you don’t know me, but can you tell me what happened next?” Instead, I put my purchases on the rubber conveyor, sighed and chalked up the experience as an erotic adventure in eavesdropping.

I exited the store feeling restless, images of people I didn’t know connecting in new and unusual ways. This was no good. I had work to do, a job to finish, business…

“I ground down against his mouth, eking out every last drop of my pleasure.”

Bondage, my brain said.

I had work to do.

Kevin’s into bondage, my brain said unhelpfully. Kevin brought the cuffs.

Be quiet, I told my thoughts. I don’t know Kevin.

But you know Robert… my brain was stating the obvious. And you know Ivan.

As I sat in my car, I realized the thoughts running through my head were too enticing to put away. They nagged at me, demanding my attention. There was no way I’d get anything useful done without handling this situation first. I decided to make a second stop, heading to my favorite sex shop. There, I purchased a blindfold, cuffs and a few other items. Then I headed to the office.

I’d been foiled, prevented from hearing the happy ending of the redhead and her two lovers. But I was determined to have one of my own. I called an impromptu meeting in my office. Robert and Ivan looked at each other when I asked them to shut the door and have a seat. I could tell they thought maybe they’d missed a deadline. Or perhaps I had bad news about a client.

How do you tell two men that you want to fuck them? How do you explain that your pussy is so wet you can’t possibly do anything useful until you come? How do you explain that Kevin brought the cuffs — when they have no idea who Kevin is?

I dumped the contents of my bag onto my desk and said, “I heard this story this morning… ”

Then I slowly retold my eavesdropping adventure and settled back in my chair to wait for their responses.

“Who did he use the cuffs on?” Robert wanted to know.

I shrugged.

“Who do you want the cuffs on?” Ivan asked.

“Let’s start with me,” I replied, stuffing the items back into the pink plastic bag and telling the men to meet me at my house. We’d play hooky today. I’m the boss; I’m allowed to decide these sort of things.

By the time I reached my bungalow, my pussy was so wet I could have rung my panties out with both hands. I’ve had my share of kinky sex before, but nothing like this. Nothing that I’d instigated with quite as much gusto. The men showed up shortly after I got home, and I could tell by their expressions they were as revved up as I was. We set ground rules as soon as we entered my bedroom. If anyone had a problem, the safeword was “ginger.” I thought to myself the redhead from the store would have approved.

There was a hesitation for a moment. We all stared at one another, and I guessed that they were waiting for me to start. Were we actually going to do this? Fucking changes relationships. But we were all in agreement. The air nearly crackled with sexual excitement.

I looked at Ivan then Robert. Then I said, “Okay, we strip on three.”

And we did.

I stared at Robert as he undressed. Under his suit, he was even more delicious, ripped muscles, taut lines. He wore briefs that hugged his butt, and when he pulled them down, I saw that his package was every bit as enticing as the rest of him. Already hard, his dick was long and lean — exactly like he was. I turned to look at Ivan. He wasn’t wearing underwear beneath his slacks. Why didn’t that surprise me? He also had on mismatched socks. But his cock — holy, fuck, his cock — made up for anything lacking in his wardrobe. He had the most massive dick I’d ever seen!

“I was in the throes of a world-class orgasm. I cried out with ecstasy as I shivered.”

“Jesus,” I sighed. Robert looked, too, and his own eyes widened appreciatively. This day was full of surprises. Ivan didn’t even seem to notice us drinking him in. He was busy staring at me with a hungry sort of anticipation on his face.

“You have the best tits,” he said, and I found myself smiling. It was so Ivan to say something like that.

“So,” Robert began. I could see he was waiting for me to take charge. I set him straight right then.

“I know I’m the boss at work,” I said. “But here, I give up all control.”

“Well, then,” Robert said, proceeding to cuff my arms over my head and chain them to the headboard, working quickly, as if he was an old pro. I had to ask if he done that sort of thing before, and he widened his eyes as he replied, “What do you think?”

“Tell me!”

He simply gave me a knowing look right before Ivan slid the blindfold over my eyes. I had never kissed either man before, not outside of my fantasies, but I refused to go slow. I wanted their lips pressed to mine. I wanted to ride them, to fuck them, to…

Then I remembered that I was bound and they were the ones deciding what to do and how fast to do it.

They started by confusing me right away. Instead of a cock in my mouth, I felt fingers. I sucked on the fingers, drawing them in. Then I felt those fingers in my pussy, and I squeezed my muscles tight. I was flying high on endorphins when a pair of lips attached themselves to one of my nipples. I arched and moaned. Fingers in my mouth again. Then in my snatch. Hands spreading my ass cheeks. A fingertip nudging my backdoor. I was keening, low and insistent. My breathing was hitching my chest. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. My mouth opened wider, and that’s when I tasted the first cock.

Oh, fuck. I sucked hard, drawing in as much of the shaft as I could. This was Robert for sure — long and lean and smooth. I sucked and swirled, learning the personality of the cock. Every dick is different. But this one was warm and hard, which was all that mattered at the moment. Ivan was kissing my thighs. I felt hands spreading me open. The dick in my mouth withdrew. One of the men was inside my pussy. I cried out, and a different cock immediately filled my open mouth. Ivan.

Oh, Ivan, I thought, Damn is that thing big.

He let me get used to his girth, allowing me a few seconds to grow accustomed to his size, and then he began to set the pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth while Robert fucked my pussy. My wetness was spreading down my thighs to soak the mattress. I was making a wet spot under my ass. Then Ivan withdrew, and I felt myself being turned on my side. Robert was saying something. What? My mind was hazy with lust. Oh, lube. Yes, lube. I told him where he could find the bottle, and he left the room while Ivan stroked me all over. His large hands were magical. He made me hum with pleasure as he tweaked my nipples, and then fondled my ass. I was a mess of desires, building dangerously, whirring, when Robert returned with the lubrication.

The two men greased me up together. One hand petted my pussy, another lubed up my tight asshole. I sensed the men motioning to each other, dividing, deciding. Then Robert — I could tell it was Robert — very slowly began to inch his dick into my ass. Ivan’s knowledgeable hands stroked and fondled me as he continually caressed and cajoled. Robert grunted and filled me. I sighed as he bottomed out. That’s when Ivan slid into my pussy. I was double-penetrated, Ivan’s massive cock stretching my pussy wide while Robert’s leaner dick filled my rear channel with ease.

Then I was being buffeted back and forth between the two men. I could not remember ever experiencing this level of bliss. I thought of the women in line at the store. This is what had been missing from their story. The intense sensation of having two men at once. Maybe the redhead had gone on to describe the event in greater detail afterward. Perhaps that wasn’t the sort of thing you recounted at the grocery store. But oh, fuck, it felt as if I was awash in thousands of glimmering explosions.

Ivan’s cock thrilled me. He thrust in powerfully, and I felt him all throughout my body. Robert responded by pushing back. I wondered if the men could feel themselves inside me. Then all of my thoughts stopped as Ivan moved us, so he was on the bottom of our sandwich. My arms were raised, my wrists still cuffed above my head and the blindfold on. Robert was pounding my ass while Ivan thrust upward from below. In seconds, I was in the throes of a world-class orgasm. I cried out with ecstasy as I shivered through my climax.

“He set the pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth while Robert fucked my pussy.”

I knew Robert felt me tightening and releasing on his cock, and he erupted soon after, filling me up with spurt after spurt of his semen. The liquid spilled inside me, and I relished being his vessel. Ivan held out. He didn’t come when I did. He didn’t come on the heels of Robert’s orgasm. He waited until Robert had withdrawn, then he pulled me closer and asked, “Can you take me back there? Can you take me in your asshole?”

I snuggled against him. I felt loose all over.

“Can I? Yes. Yes.”

Ivan moved me so I was on my stomach on the mattress. He parted my ass cheeks and stroked down the valley between them. My pussy seemed to be squeezing to an inner beat. Tighten, release. Tighten, release. Someone was kissing the nape of my neck.

“More lube?” That was Robert.

“Yes!” That was me and Ivan together.

There was a wet squirt of the liquid over my hole, and then another so that the liquid coated me fully. Then gently, slowly, Ivan began to press inside me. I was grateful he didn’t thrust in all at once. My ass was stretched from Robert, but not stretched enough. After all, I’d had to work my mouth even to get my lips around his substantial dick.

“He’s a monster,” Robert said reverently. “He’s so thick.”

I could feel my asshole being opened as my cheeks were stretched apart. Robert — I knew it was Robert — was holding me wide for Ivan. That was touching in a way, wasn’t it? Before long, Ivan was in, truly in, and I felt filled like I never had before. Sliding on the lube and the semen of his coworker, Ivan began to move faster.

I couldn’t stay quiet. His cock was so big, so fat. I started to moan.

“That’s right,” Robert said. “You let us know how you feel. Tell us how his big dick makes you feel.”

Oh, man. I’d fantasized about Robert before, but I’d never put a soundtrack to the images. I hadn’t known he’d like to talk during sex. He kept going.

“I want to hear everything,” he said, and then he added the words that took me over the edge, “because I’ll be in your place next.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

That was all it took. The picture in my mind of Robert with his hands cuffed together and Ivan fucking Robert’s smooth, sculpted ass sent me spinning off into a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

“I’m coming!” I cried out. “Oh, Christ, I’m coming!”

Ivan followed my lead, and his seed spilled into me, hot and satisfying. I was panting from the exertion, decimated by the pleasure of the ride. The men took the blindfold off me. My wrists were freed. Then we all looked at one another, a little shocked, I think, by what had just happened.

I thought of the ladies in line at the store. “Not your average threesome,” the redhead had said. But what would be average? Every person is different. The way people connect and overlap. The redhead had no idea that her story — her erotic adventure — had sparked an incendiary event between strangers she’d never meet.

We headed to the shower then, to rinse off and regroup. Then we came back together on my bed, and we started over. This time, Robert was blindfolded, his hands cuffed, his senses deprived.

Naked desires, I thought, remembering I’d expected Robert to be dominant, leading the two of us through various twists and turns.

But in reality, he was stretched out on the mattress, his whole body flickering with silent energy. He was as handsome as ever, maybe even more so now that I knew what made him tick. I’d never have pegged him for a submissive.

I settled myself on his face so I could watch Ivan blow him. Ivan’s shaggy brown hair partially covered his eyes as he focused on Robert’s dick. Then he glanced up at me, and we made solid eye contact. The connection was intense. I trembled as Robert used his tongue to toggle my clit, and I knew my honey was coating his mouth.

We could have been at the office. Robert might have been wooing a new client. Ivan could have been sketching out a fresh ad campaign. Instead, Robert was our bound captive, eating me out as he had his dick swabbed by Ivan’s tongue. And Ivan was thinking — he must have been thinking — about how his big dick would feel in Robert’s rear hole.

“You ready?” Ivan asked Robert.

Robert muttered something totally indecipherable against my pussy. The vibrations of his words on my nether region took me to my next level. I ground down wildly against his mouth, eking out every last drop of my erotic pleasure. Then I lifted up my haunches lewdly and Ivan asked the question again as I waited anxiously.

“You ready, man?” he asked impatiently.

“Ready,” Robert said, his voice a husky whisper, dripping with my juices and longing.

“Roll over.”

Robert did as instructed. I was the one to use the lube, to pour more than enough down his valley. I rubbed in the glistening liquid, and I watched as Robert humped the mattress. I knew his pole was hard, no doubt dripping with pre-come in anticipation of what Ivan’s cock would feel like pounding his hole.

I wanted to squirm myself under him and feel his dick inside me once more, but I decided to let the boys have a go while I watched. But Robert didn’t seem ready to do that. He told me to kiss him.

As our bodies twisted and turned, as we overlapped and licked and lapped, I silently thanked that ginger lady for helping me reveal our true desires. She might have had an accidental ménage. But I believed this was the start of something deep and lasting. I hadn’t heard the rest of her story, but I knew I would be writing my own happy ending for a long time to come.

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