A Favor from Lucien: My Heart-Pounding First Threesome
Night falling over their apartment. Solène slips into the bathroom. ‘Wait in the living room, light the bedside lamp.’ My cheeks burn. Heart hammers. Can’t believe this gorgeous woman gave me such bliss from mere caresses on her silky skin.
She returns in a tight blue satin dress, hugging her waist, flaring over wide hips, short enough to showcase endless legs. Deep cleavage hints at perfect breasts. Hair up, earrings sparkling, her intimate perfume hits me. I’m stirring again, comfy beside this fascinating woman.
The Approach
She probes about my strict all-boys school. No girls, no touching. I confess a wet dream starring her, jerking off wildly. She’s flattered, proud. Warns me: no falling in love, just a favor for her marriage, one-night thing. But first times scar forever, I say. True, she smiles.
She sways to the record player, dress whispering over nylons, heels clicking. Teaches me cha-cha-cha. Music pulses. Our bodies brush—her flexible curves against me. Hands on slim waist, sliding to hips, full ass begging touch. Pure fusion.
Kitchen break. Lucien’s aphrodisiac: raw eggs, honey, warm milk, cloves, rum. We sip. Desire spikes. More slow dances—tangos, close. Her firm tits press my chest. Cock hardens, bulging. She grinds thighs against it, hand grazes teasingly.
Keys jingle. Lucien’s home early. She kisses him fiercely. Jealousy stings, but he’s her man. Whispers to him. He greets me, confesses approving our afternoon fuck. Now, help him please her—he can’t since his accident. By love. Whisky warms us. Head spins from booze.
Solène reappears, dress swaying hips seductively. Sits between us, arms around, kisses both. Emptied glasses. She leads to bedroom, soft lamp glow. ‘Sit in the armchair, undress if you want.’
She strips Lucien slowly. He hikes her dress, hands on bare ass, no panties. Gropes her bushy mound. Dress drops—lace bra overflows, stockings gartered. Her black triangle glistens. He undoes her hair, lays her on the bed.
The Instant
From shadows, I watch. Lips smack wetly. He sucks neck, kneads ass, unhooks bra. Tits free, nipples hardening under lights. Crawls down, tongue on tits, then between spread thighs. She arches, claws his neck, moans loud, hair whipping.
I’m rock hard. Strip to boxers. She smiles at my bulge. Lucien can’t rise. She pulls him up. ‘Come, I can’t wait!’ He kisses her, sharing her juices.
‘A toi de jouer,’ Lucien says. Solène beckons. Shirt off. She yanks my boxers, grips cock, peels foreskin, licks pearl of pre-cum. Tongue swirls. Heart races—inexperienced, pressure with him watching.
She stacks pillows, kneels doggy-style. Ass cheeks spread, pussy dripping from behind. New view. Tongue dives in, lapping lips, clit. She bucks, grinds on my face. Orgasms flood my mouth.
She calls Lucien back. Kneels over him, tits mauled. Offers me her rear. Guides my throbbing cock to slick folds. Thrust deep—balls slap ass. Stay still, savor heat. Doggy rocks—deep, clitoral friction bliss.
Hips buck wildly. Muscles milk me. Can’t hold. Cum erupts in jets, her pussy spasms sync. Ecstasy waves crash.
Afterglow. She between us, kisses both. Thanks me. Lucien: ‘Now you’re a man.’ Dressed, hugs goodbye. Years later, spot her in supermarket with baby girl. Lucien’s surgery worked. She’s fulfilled. That night etched forever—innocence shattered, manhood claimed.
