“You ever thought about having a threesome?”I laughed, the sound bubbling up before I could stop it. My boyfriend, Sam, was leaning in close, his breath warm on my ear, and for a second, I thought he was joking. But when I turned to look at him, his eyes were serious, steady, like he’d been waiting for the right moment to ask me this.My gaze flicked to his friend, Ethan, who was sitting on the other side of the couch. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me with this quiet intensity, his face unreadable. His hand was resting on the armrest, fingers tapping lightly against the fabric like he was nervous but trying not to show it. I’d met him a few times before—he was one of Sam’s college buddies, the kind of guy who kept to himself but always had this calm energy about him. He wasn’t what I’d call conventionally hot, but there was something about him that made him… attractive. Cute, even.“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice softer than I meant it to be. Sam nodded slowly, his lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah. I mean… if you’re into it.”I felt my cheeks heat up, but it wasn’t embarrassment. It was something else—curiosity, maybe. A little thrill that I didn’t expect. I glanced at Ethan again, and this time, he held my gaze, his expression open, like he was leaving it entirely up to me.“Okay,” I said finally, the word slipping out before I could think too much about it.Sam’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, his lips soft and familiar against mine. It felt like any other kiss at first, but then I felt Ethan’s hand brush against my thigh, tentative, like he wasn’t sure if I’d stop him. I didn’t. Instead, I let my body relax into the touch, and that’s when it hit me—this was really happening.---It had started hours earlier, though. Just a normal Friday night. Sam had invited Ethan over to hang out after work, and I’d been fine with it. We ordered pizza, cracked open a few beers, and put on some music. The apartment was cozy, the lights dimmed just enough to make everything feel intimate without being too over-the-top. Ethan was quiet, as usual, but he seemed more relaxed than I’d seen him before. We talked about random things—work, movies, old college stories—and every now and then, he’d laugh at something Sam said, his voice low and warm. I caught myself watching him a few times, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled or the way he ran a hand through his dark hair when he was thinking.At some point, I ended up sitting between them on the couch, my legs curled up under me. They were both leaning in slightly, their bodies angled toward me, and I could feel the heat radiating off of them. The air between us felt charged somehow, like there was this unspoken tension building, but I didn’t know how to name it or if I even wanted to.When Sam asked me that question, it caught me off guard. But at the same time, it didn’t feel wrong. Like it was just another step in whatever rhythm we’d fallen into that night.---Now, here we were. Sam’s lips left mine, and I turned to Ethan, my heart pounding a little faster than usual. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine like he was making sure I was okay with this. Then he leaned in, his kiss slow and tentative, almost shy compared to Sam’s. It was different—softer, more careful—but it still sent a shiver down my spine.Sam’s hand brushed against my waist, pulling me closer to him while Ethan’s fingers trailed lightly up my thigh. I felt… wanted. Like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment. “You good?” Sam murmured, his voice low.“Yeah,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the music playing softly in the background. Ethan pulled away just enough to look at me, his expression unreadable but intense. “You sure?”I nodded, my pulse quickening as his hand moved higher, his touch sending a jolt of heat through me. And then—

Sam brought up the idea of a threesome with his friend Ethan, and I agreed to it. I kissed Sam, then Ethan, and we all touched each other on the couch.

“You ever thought about having a threesome?”

I laughed, the sound bubbling up before I could stop it. My boyfriend, Sam, was leaning in close, his breath warm on my ear, and for a second, I thought he was joking. But when I turned to look at him, his eyes were serious, steady, like he’d been waiting for the right moment to ask me this.

My gaze flicked to his friend, Ethan, who was sitting on the other side of the couch. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me with this quiet intensity, his face unreadable. His hand was resting on the armrest, fingers tapping lightly against the fabric like he was nervous but trying not to show it. I’d met him a few times before—he was one of Sam’s college buddies, the kind of guy who kept to himself but always had this calm energy about him. He wasn’t what I’d call conventionally hot, but there was something about him that made him… attractive. Cute, even.

“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice softer than I meant it to be. 

Sam nodded slowly, his lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah. I mean… if you’re into it.”

I felt my cheeks heat up, but it wasn’t embarrassment. It was something else—curiosity, maybe. A little thrill that I didn’t expect. I glanced at Ethan again, and this time, he held my gaze, his expression open, like he was leaving it entirely up to me.

“Okay,” I said finally, the word slipping out before I could think too much about it.

Sam’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, his lips soft and familiar against mine. It felt like any other kiss at first, but then I felt Ethan’s hand brush against my thigh, tentative, like he wasn’t sure if I’d stop him. I didn’t. Instead, I let my body relax into the touch, and that’s when it hit me—this was really happening.

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It had started hours earlier, though. Just a normal Friday night. Sam had invited Ethan over to hang out after work, and I’d been fine with it. We ordered pizza, cracked open a few beers, and put on some music. The apartment was cozy, the lights dimmed just enough to make everything feel intimate without being too over-the-top. 

Ethan was quiet, as usual, but he seemed more relaxed than I’d seen him before. We talked about random things—work, movies, old college stories—and every now and then, he’d laugh at something Sam said, his voice low and warm. I caught myself watching him a few times, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled or the way he ran a hand through his dark hair when he was thinking.

At some point, I ended up sitting between them on the couch, my legs curled up under me. They were both leaning in slightly, their bodies angled toward me, and I could feel the heat radiating off of them. The air between us felt charged somehow, like there was this unspoken tension building, but I didn’t know how to name it or if I even wanted to.

When Sam asked me that question, it caught me off guard. But at the same time, it didn’t feel wrong. Like it was just another step in whatever rhythm we’d fallen into that night.

---

Now, here we were. Sam’s lips left mine, and I turned to Ethan, my heart pounding a little faster than usual. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine like he was making sure I was okay with this. Then he leaned in, his kiss slow and tentative, almost shy compared to Sam’s. It was different—softer, more careful—but it still sent a shiver down my spine.

Sam’s hand brushed against my waist, pulling me closer to him while Ethan’s fingers trailed lightly up my thigh. I felt… __wanted__. Like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment. 

“You good?” Sam murmured, his voice low.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the music playing softly in the background. 

Ethan pulled away just enough to look at me, his expression unreadable but intense. “You sure?”

I nodded, my pulse quickening as his hand moved higher, his touch sending a jolt of heat through me. 

And then—

A young woman finds herself drawn into an unexpected threesome with her boyfriend and his shy but endearing friend. The encounter is marked by a sense of safety and mutual consent, with both men taking turns exploring her body and making her feel desired in a warm and intimate setting.

Our Chill Night Turned Into a Threesome With My Boyfriend and His Friend

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