It’s Friday night and everything on Netflix is shit. After a long week, we’d designated tonight as movie night: no phones, no lights, tinned cocktails, that popcorn that’s so sugary it sticks your teeth together; just us, propped up in bed next to each other, lit only by the glow of 50 inches of cheap set design and over-acting. Except, we’ve been browsing for 20 minutes now and not even the Nic Cage films seem appealing.
My cunt twinges at the onset of an idea. Second and third thoughts begin to wetten me. I turn to them, my wicked smile illuminated by the screen, and ask: “Do you want to watch something different?” Of course, they say yes without hesitation and a mirror of my grin, because this isn’t the first time. A quick scroll on my phone and I hit cast on a film I know we’ll both gush over: a bisexual threesome, with two hard dicks glistening together in the thumbnail.
The scene opens on two guys, half-naked on a sofa with their lips tangled together, while their hard cocks bulge in their too-tight jeans. I glance down beside me and my partner’s cock is also starting to harden behind the material of their boxers as they watch, making my mouth water uncontrollably. As the actors begin to cup each other’s bulges and squeeze, I do the same to them.
“Do you like that?” I ask, as I kiss up their neck, their dick straining against my palm. Their eyes are fixed on the screen as they reply positively, before they lean down and meet my lips. As we kiss, we can hear the vague dialogue about being desperately cum-hungry and we begin to feel the same. We pause, our damp foreheads pressed together, just to listen. But I can’t resist starting to grab their cock and slowly stroke the cotton around them, making them gasp in my face.
We turn to watch as a woman joins the scene, and releases the actor’s cocks from their clothing so she can fit them both in her mouth at once. The lust, the fervour, on screen makes my clit swell. Upon seeing the actor stretching her lips, my cunt floods; I guide my partner’s fingers down to feel it through my underwear.
Our moans echo those of the actors as our tongues slip over each other’s once again and our underwear hurriedly slips off. The scent of my damp cunt immediately fills the bedroom, causing my partner to enthusiastically suck at the crotch of my lace knickers before throwing them aside to return their tongue to mine. Everything now feels very sudden and urgent, as my mouth seeks to consume theirs, as the cocks are consumed on screen.
We tear our lips apart in a rush. I drape my thigh over theirs and tangle our ankles, rooting us together in front of the screen. This is not a time to consider my tits or their nipples or my soft stomach or their delicious arms; we’re focused on making each other cum. Hard, soon. My palm wraps around their naked cock, as their fingers bury themselves in my drenched cunt before sliding out against my clit. I like to imagine the actors on screen are watching us, as we watch them, getting each other off.
Except the actors are too busy, with one lining up to drive their imposing cock into another’s arse, while he eats the cunt of the woman as she whimpers. I tell my partner how much I want that exact scene, but here and with them; they murmur a promise to give their friend a call soon before licking the sweat from my cheek.
I stretch my thighs open even further so their fingers can circle my clit even faster. I watch the woman’s face contorted in orgasm and listen to the slap of balls into thighs as the fingers edge me closer. By now my partner’s cock is pulsing and my fingertips brush their tight balls as I stroke down. I feel my climax start to bubble in my toes, before it shoots up my legs and screams into my cunt like a forest fire; my head is thrown back against the pillow, my hips rut against the fingers, the most disgusting swear words fill the room. While I ride out the pleasure, I squeeze their cock hard, not even releasing it when I slump into the bed.
On screen is a maze of bodies; a cock in an arse, a cock in a cunt, thighs slapping together, hands everywhere. I move in front, between them and the screen, on the bed and a sharp spank across my arse encourages me to bend over. They line their cock up to my entrance and slowly push in, bare. I groan at the feel of them throbbing inside me, just as one of the actors has their second or third orgasm. My hair is grabbed from behind and my head lifted so I can still watch everything on screen as I get fucked. Neither of us seem to be able to tear our eyes away.
It’s not accidental that they time their strokes with the actor on screen, fucking up into the other guy’s arsehole as he rides him. Maybe my partner is imagining they’re one of them, I don’t care; it’s a thought that makes my stomach flip.
I concentrate on clenching my slick cunt around them, because I always love the noise they make when I do; it’s somewhere between a whimper, a groan, and a sob. My whole body still tingles from my climax and the clenching abruptly shoves me over the edge once again. They grip my hair even harder as they feel the waves hit their dick, and their thrusts become even more urgent and shallow. I scream so loudly my voice breaks.
They shout that they’re cumming, as they slam themselves against my arse. My eyes are watering so much I can no longer make out what’s happening on screen, but I can hear my partner matching the loud, feral groans. Their dick gushes into me forcefully, drenching my cunt. I feel so happy, so euphoric, that I can’t help but laugh.
They give my arse another playful smack as they pull back and slip their still-hard cock from me. I feel their cum dribbling out as one of the actors covers both their partners’ faces with his.