Maggie's First Threesome

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Maggie enjoys an evening with her two roommates.
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"Normal is what you get used to." Maggie reminded herself as she got up from the king-size futon on the hardwood floor of her bedroom.

The two men were still asleep. She tried not to wake them. She showered, washing off the smell of sex, combed her hair and tied it into a bun, rubbed cream into her face, looked at herself critically in the mirror, and crept across the semi-dark room. She opened the top drawer to her dresser, fumbled for a bra and panties, then walked over to her closet, and pulled blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt off hangers.

"Are you up?" came a voice from the bed. It was Doug.

"Shhh. Don't wake Jason. I'm getting ready to go to work."

"Don't you know it's Sunday?" He turned away from the light coming in through the windows and nestled under the covers. "Nice night," he murmured.

She carried her clothes out into the hallway, shutting the bedroom door behind her and walked down two flights of stairs to the living room of the townhouse. She tossed her clothes on the sofa. "Oh, God, do I need a cup of coffee." She walked into the kitchen, filled the coffee pot with water, spooned coffee into the filter, and left the coffee to brew while she returned to the living room to dress.

"I can't believe what I have done," she said to herself as she put on her clothes. "I'll think about it later. Today it's work."

Tomorrow, she was scheduled to present to her team, peers, and superiors the results of her work for the last year. She was a physicist, with a specialty in quantum mechanics. Only a year earlier she had stood on the podium with a group of men and had been awarded a doctorate degree.

She quickly drank two cups of scorching hot coffee, ate a bowl of dry cereal with her fingers. Upstairs, she heard Doug and Jason stirring. "First time I ever woke up with a man in my bed," she heard Doug say. He was an amusing and outgoing boy - she called them both boys although they were 26 years old - and she was half in love with him. Jason was more like her best friend. He was better looking than Doug and almost feminine in the softness of his features and in the delicacy of his speech. People often thought Jason was gay. Maggie and the two boys had been roommates for a year. She was 29 years old.

Maggie slipped out the front door of the townhouse. She worked all day at the laboratory, recalculating for the hundredth time her mathematics, going over her power-point presentation, trying to anticipate the toughest questions her colleagues would ask her. Satisfied, she left the lab at 5 p.m. and walked home, enjoying the fine spring day and the vibrant life of the streets.

Doug and Jason were on the back deck of the townhouse. Their girl friends were there. Doug called out to her, "Maggie, is that you? Hey, come out here and join us."

She walked through the living room and the kitchen and poked her head out the door opening onto the deck. Doug was at the smoking grill, cooking hamburgers and hot dogs. Jason was sitting near the hot tub engaged in a serious conversation with his girl friend. Jason was much too serious around his girl friend. He adored her, but she gave him fits with her wayward ways. "I don't want to intrude. I'll just go to my room."

"No, don't," answered Doug. He reached into a cooler, pulled out a bottle of beer, popped off the top, and held it out to her. "Have a beer and a hot dog." He kissed her on the cheek. A brotherly kiss. A roommate's kiss.

The two girls chimed in unison, "Hi, Maggie." They were attractive, slender, and young, a year or two out of college, and she felt like Grandma Moses when she was around them. They were respectful to her, but she detected a slight condescension in their attitude. They had boy friends; she did not. They were slender and cute and stylish, and she was tall and ungainly and uninterested in fashion or glamour. "Little do they know," she said to herself as they exchanged air kisses.

Maggie drank the beer, ate a hot dog, and departed to her room. Nobody urged her to stay longer. Later, as she tossed nervously in her bed trying to relax, she heard the two boys and their girl friends retire to the two bedrooms on the floor below her.

***

Her presentation went well. She had been confident, authoritative and even a bit charming to the audience, mostly men, sitting around the long table in the conference room.

Jason called her that afternoon to ask how she had done. "That's great," he said. "Let's have a beer after work. Meet you at the corner?" They often hung together at the bar just down the street from their townhouse. "I'll call Doug to see if he can join us." Jason was the thoughtful one of the two.

She got to the bar early. She was always early. She mused as she drank her beer alone. "I can't believe I feel so...well...unchanged. I fucked both boys night before last. Both. Together. And, then, last night after that they took their girlfriends to bed as if...as if...it never happened. Should I feel like a slut? Should I fell like I've been used?"

She summed up her love life in her mind. "Three affairs - all of which turned out to be unsatisfying - and downright boring. Three one-night stands. That is my pathetic love life. Then, along came the boys. Both of whom are in love with other women."

She had moved in with them a year earlier. She didn't know either of them, but they were shopping for a roommate to share the cost of renting the townhouse, and she had just moved to the big city to begin her job. It had been a congenial relationship from the beginning. She had no friends except among her work colleagues nor any social life of her own. She was working long and hard and spent most of time thinking about the puzzles of sub-atomic particles rather than seeking romance. She was already, in her mind, an old maid, married to her work, advancing upward in a field populated with brilliant but arrogant and dominating men.

Three months after moving into the apartment she had sex with Doug. It was unexpected and came on a night when his girl friend was out of town. Doug had invited her to join him in the hot tub and things proceeded from there.

Shortly after that she had sex with Jason after his girl friend announced her independence and intention to see other men. Jason had been devastated and in comforting him she found herself in bed with him. That was repeated many times, for under his shy, unassuming countenance Jason had a powerful libido. Then, when Jason's girl friend came back to him, it was Doug again. Not often, but nearly every Friday after a long week at work they would meet in the hot tub and have sex there or in her room. Doug said that sex with her made him a better lover later that night when he saw his girlfriend.

Both boys were aware that she had sex with the other. "Let's keep this a secret among us," she said to them. "I don't want any complications or to cause you to have problems with your girl friends."

She was not unhappy with the arrangement. In her moody moments she reflected that she was like a piece of exercising equipment, to be used now and then by the boys to burn up their excess sexual energy. She didn't mind. Much. She enjoyed sex. She wanted to be more than a sex toy, but she didn't want to devote the time and effort needed to develop a serious relationship. "Been there, done that," she said to herself. Moreover, men were not beating down her door. She was attractive, but not beautiful, big-breasted but too large in the hips; uncomfortable with casual chatter and flirting, an introvert who was confident and animated when talking shop, but never the life of any party, most often the inconspicuous person being ignored n the corner.

***

Saturday night had begun with Jason. His girl friend - a flighty little bitch in Maggie's opinion - was giving him trouble again and he was depressed. Maggie had planned to work on her upcoming presentation, but she took time out to comfort Jason.

"Let's go get a beer," she said. That was a bad idea as Jason downed the first one, ordered another, and then another. It was unusual for Jason to drink so much. He declined her offer to let her help him get home. She called Doug for help and he soon arrived.

"Sorry," she said. "Did you have plans?"

"Nothing special," he answered. "Maybe I'd rather see you tonight than go out with my girl friend."

"First things first, let's get Jason home. Then I have got work to do."

Together, they half-supported Jason and walked him back to the townhouse, he babbling all the while nonsensically.

"Let's put him in my bed," she said. "I'm afraid he'll throw up. I need to watch him to make sure he's okay. He might vomit."

"Where am I going to sleep?" Doug asked with a leer.

They climbed the stairs to her room. "Let's get his clothes off. She sat Jason down on the futon and pulled his blue-jeans off over his feet.

Jason opened his eyes and looked up at her, "Are you going to fuck me, Maggie?"

Explicit language was unusual for Jason. "I'm going to put you to bed."

"I want to fuck you Maggie."

"That approach will get you nowhere, Jason." He went to sleep - or passed out - the minute his head hit the pillow.

"I'm going to lie down with Jason for awhile," she told Doug. She began to turn off the lights in the room, leaving one lamp burning so she could still see Jason.

"You need some company and that futon is big enough for three."

She looked at him. "I can't have sex with you. Not with Jason here."

"He's dead to the world."

"Don't look," she said. "I'm going to put my pajamas on."

Doug half complied with her request. She pulled off her clothes, put on loosely fitting pajamas, and lay down on the futon beside Jason who was now snoring. Doug pulled off his blue jeans and shirt and curled up with her, cradling one of her breasts in his hand.

"Doug, we can't do this."

"Sure we can."

She looked at Jason. He was still unconscious. "Okay," she said to Doug. "Afterward, I need to do some work. I'll get up and work downstairs and you watch Jason."

"Deal." Doug stripped off her pajamas, pulled off his underpants and their bodies merged into one. Doug took his time and she enjoyed it. He was usually quick and intense.

They were resting, Doug on top, when Jason awoke with a start. "It's like an earthquake here," he complained, slurring his words. "How do you expect somebody to sleep?" He looked at the two of them. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were fucking."

"You didn't interrupt anything." She pushed Doug off and turned to Jason. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he said. "Just a little drunk."

"More than a little drunk. We are worried about you."

"You're naked," he said, feeling her body touching his.

"People who have sex often are," she answered sarcastically.

"Will you have sex with me?"

"I...uh..." Doug was laying on the other side of her, his limp penis resting on her buttocks, his head over her shoulder looking at Jason. "Maybe, when you're sober - and not if you are wishing that I'm your girl friend."

"I'm not wishing you are my girl friend. I want to fuck you cause you're you. I love you."

"You're drunk."

"Yes, but tomorrow I'll be sober and I'll still love you." He pulled her hand down to his penis. He was hard.

"I love you too," said Doug, whispering in her ear. "And I'm sober."

She laughed. "Two men who love me. Or say they do. I'm not used to having even one man love me. I don't believe you, but I'm flattered. However, I still have work to do."

"You need to relax. What better way to do that?" Doug's fingers found her clitoris. "Jason and I need you."

He turned her over on her back and kissed her breasts, his finger inside her. "Ride Jason. I want to see you ride Jason. I want to see those big beautiful boobs bounce up and down. And see those nipples get hard like sweet juicy cherries. Then I want to fuck you again." He pulled her hand down to his penis and now she had one hand on Jason's and one on Doug's.

Doug lifted her up from the futon, moving her to where she was sitting up, straddling Jason. "I've never done this before," she said. "Not two men. Not two men in one night."

"Nor have I," said Doug.

"Nor have I," repeated Jason.

"We're all virgins then" said Doug.

She paused a moment. "Oh, what the hell! I can work on my presentation tomorrow." She raised her hips, reached down and took Jason's penis in her hand, put it in her vagina and rocked back and forth until it was rock hard and far inside her. She began to move slowly back and forth, careful lest it slip out of her.

Doug sat up. "I want to cum the same time as you and Jason. Can we manage that?"

"Stand on the futon and I'll suck you while I'm riding Jason."

"That'll work." Doug stood up and put his penis against her lips. She took him inside her mouth and continued to rock back and forth with Jason's penis inside her.

"I'm cumming," said Doug, after only a few seconds.

"I'm not ready," said Jason.

"Too late," said Doug. She had a mouthful of cum. She swallowed it.

"Yuck," she said. "Jason, you're too fucking slow. And Doug you're too fucking fast."

"Keep sucking Jason and I'll fuck you from behind."

"Can you get hard again?"

"I'll try."

"Somebody do something," Jason said. "I'm wilting while you two argue."

Maggie rolled over on her stomach and put her buttocks into the air. Doug put his hand between her legs and began to massage her clitoris. "I'll use my hand until I can get hard again."

She began to suck Jason's penis. "Oh," she said suddenly, taking her mouth away. "I'm going to cum." Doug had two fingers inside her and a third caressing her clitoris. Her body pitched backwards and forwards, trembling, as emotion surged through her body. Her body collapsed, her breathing came hard.

"Sorry, Jason," she said when she could speak again. "I had to stop sucking you to experience that. I'll finish you now."

"I'm hard now," said Doug behind her back. "Stick your ass up in the air and I'll fuck you. And Jason, let's try to get this right. All at once."

"Jason is drunk. Maybe he can't," she said.

"He's hard. He can cum."

Doug inserted his penis into her from behind and she took Jason in her mouth. Doug began to stroke and she got into rhythm with him, taking Jason deep into her throat, in and out, in and out.

"I'm close," said Doug. "Tell us when, Jason."

"I'm close too. Maggie? How about you?"

"Say the word."

"Cum now." They all did in one glorious burst of excitement. The brief excitement of Doug's penis quivering inside her and her vagina contracting in orgasmic spasms faded when she gagged and choked on the outburst of semen from Jason's penis.

"What a mess," she said when she could talk. "I'll have to wash these sheets tomorrow."

Jason was asleep almost immediately. Doug and Maggie talked for only a couple of minutes. "That's the best sex I have ever had," said Doug. "I want to do it again."

She didn't answer. They both fell asleep.

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theVikingSailortheVikingSailorover 1 year ago

In Rebecca and Maggie you have created two interesting main characters. Go girl.

KingCuddleKingCuddlealmost 4 years ago
I LOVE HER!

She knows who she is...and what she wants...and how to get it!

Hi, I'm King Cuddle!! :+))

kjanekjaneabout 9 years ago
Loved it!

I love that Maggie is a physicist. Maybe she can title her next presentation "The Big Bang."

The dialogue was excellent and the details were lovely. As anyone who has had a threesome can attest (and especially a MMF), it is tough to coordinate the pace of it all. This story nails it. Beautifully done.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 9 years ago
Threesomes with two men and one woman make the most sense.

Face it, women can cum over and over and men need some recovery time. Threeways are the perfect combo.

yowseryowserabout 9 years ago
Intriguing

Three is just so inherently unbalanced....and exciting.

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