“You want me to do what?” My ex’s voice crackled through the phone, disbelief lacing every word. I clutched my phone tighter, my heart pounding in my chest as I sat cross-legged on my bed, the sheets tangled beneath me. This was it. The moment I’d been rehearsing in my head for days. I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling slightly as I spoke.

“You heard me,” I said, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. “I want you to come over. Jake’s here. And… I want you both to do it. Together.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, the kind of silence that feels heavy and loaded, like the air before a storm. Then, a low, almost disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Dead serious,” I replied, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it… fantasizing about it. And I want it to happen. With you. And him.”

Another pause. Longer this time. Then, finally, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

I hung up the phone, my breath coming out in a shaky exhale. My heart was racing, but there was also a strange sense of calm. This was happening. I turned to Jake, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyebrows raised in a silent question. I nodded, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

“You really did it,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You actually called him.”

I nodded again, my cheeks flushing. “I did. And he’s coming.”

Jake chuckled, leaning back on his elbows. “Well, this is going to be interesting.”

I couldn’t help but smile, even as the nervous excitement churned in my stomach. Because I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t just about the sex. It was about something… more. Something I’d been craving, something I hadn’t even fully understood until Jake and I had tried it for the first time just a few weeks ago.

It had started innocently enough—a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where the hours blur together and the world outside feels distant and unimportant. Jake and I were lying in bed, tangled up in each other, our bodies still warm and sated from the night before. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin as we talked, the conversation meandering from one topic to the next. And then, out of nowhere, he’d said it.

“Have you ever thought about… trying something new?”

I’d turned to look at him, my eyebrow quirking up in curiosity. That was unexpected. “New like… what?”

He’d hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away before meeting mine again. “I mean, like… double penetration.”

I’d blinked, caught off guard. It wasn’t something we’d ever talked about before, and honestly, I’d never really considered it. But there was something in the way he said it—the way his voice dropped just a little, the way his eyes darkened with a faint, teasing glint—that made my stomach flutter.

“I… haven’t,” I’d admitted, my voice soft. “But… I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Jake had smirked, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “Well, maybe we should try it. Just to see.”

And so we did. It wasn’t as simple as just jumping into it—there was a lot of preparation, a lot of nervous laughter, a lot of whispered reassurances. But when it finally happened, when Jake was buried inside me, his fingers slick with lube as he teased at my other entrance… it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

The sensation was intense, overwhelming, but in the best possible way. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, like I was being stretched and filled in a way that was almost too much but not nearly enough. And when he finally pushed inside me, his cock filling me from behind while he thrust into my pussy… I came so hard I saw stars.

After that, it became a regular thing for us. But as much as I loved it, there was always this little voice in the back of my head, whispering something I couldn’t quite ignore. What if it were someone else? What if it were two people?

And that’s how I found myself here, sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for my ex to arrive. Jake was lying beside me, his hand resting on my thigh, his fingers tracing idle circles against my skin. The air in the room felt charged, like the calm before a storm, and I could feel the tension building with every passing second.

When the doorbell rang, I froze. My eyes snapped to Jake’s, and he gave me a slow, encouraging nod. “You ready for this?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “I think so.”

I stood up and made my way to the door, my legs feeling like they were made of jelly. When I opened it, there he was—my ex, standing there with a cocky smirk on his face, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“So,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I didn’t back down. “No,” I said, my voice steady. “I want you to fuck me while he fucks me.”

His smirk faltered for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. But then he recovered, his grin widening as he stepped inside. “Well, this is going to be fun.”

Now here we were, the three of us in the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I looked between them—Jake, with his confident, teasing grin, and my ex, with his cocky, almost predatory smirk. I could feel the tension between them, the unspoken challenge in their eyes, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“So,” Jake said, his voice low and husky. “How do you want to do this?”

I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I met their gazes. “I want you both to take me at the same time.”

There was a brief pause, and then they both nodded, moving closer. I could feel the heat of their bodies as they surrounded me, their hands brushing against my skin, their breath hot against my neck. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, the anticipation building with every passing second.

And then, it began. Jake’s hands were on my hips, guiding me down onto the bed, while my ex’s hands were on my thighs, spreading me open. I could feel the cool air against my heated skin, could feel the way my body trembled with anticipation as they positioned themselves. And then, finally, I felt it—the press of Jake’s cock against my ass, the familiar stretch as he pushed inside me, filling me in a way that made me gasp.

But it wasn’t just Jake. There was another sensation, one that was foreign but not unwelcome—the press of my ex’s cock against my pussy, the way he pushed inside me, filling me in a completely different way. And then, as they both started to move, as their cocks thrust into me in tandem, I felt it—the overwhelming, mind-blowing pleasure of being filled by two men at once.

It was intense, almost too much, but also not enough. I could feel every inch of them inside me, could feel the way they pushed and pulled against each other, the way their bodies moved together, driving me higher and higher with every thrust. And then, as the pleasure built, as the tension in my body coiled tighter and tighter, I felt it—the first flutter of an orgasm, the way my body clenched around them, the way the pleasure exploded through me in waves.

And then, as I came, I felt it—the warm, sticky sensation of their cum filling me, the way they both groaned their release in unison, the way their bodies trembled against mine. And as the pleasure ebbed away, leaving me breathless and spent, I couldn’t help but smile. This was it. This was what I’d been craving, what I’d been fantasizing about. And now, finally, I had it.

But as I lay there, the three of us tangled together in a sweaty, sticky mess, I knew that this was just the beginning. Because now that I’d had a taste, I wanted more. So, as I looked between them, my voice soft and teasing, I asked the question that had been burning in my mind:

“So… who’s up for round two?”

Their laughter was low, guttural, and hungry—a sound that made my skin prickle with anticipation. Jake’s hand slid up my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Round two, huh? You sure you can handle it, baby?” His voice was teasing, but there was a challenge in it, one that made my pulse quicken.

I turned my head slightly, catching his eye with a smirk. “Handle it? I’m the one who suggested it.”

My ex—God, I still couldn’t believe he was here, in Jake’s bed, with us—chuckled darkly from the other side of the bed. “Careful, Jake. She’s always been a little overconfident when it comes to these things.” His voice had that familiar edge, the one that used to make me melt, and it still had the same effect now. His hand found my hip, his grip firm, possessive even.

I shivered, the tension between the three of us thickening like a storm cloud ready to burst. “Overconfident, hmm?” I teased, arching my back slightly, my body already begging for more.

Jake’s eyes darkened, and he shifted closer, his chest pressing against my side. “We’ll see about that.”

The next thing I knew, his hands were on me, flipping me over onto my stomach with a force that made me gasp. My ex chuckled again, and I felt his weight settle on the bed behind me, his knees bracketing my hips. They were moving in tandem now, both of them taking control in a way that made my head spin.

Jake’s hands slid up my back, firm and commanding, before he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “You wanted more? Then show us how much you can take.” His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

My ex’s hands were on my ass, spreading me open, and I felt his breath against my most sensitive skin. God, he knew exactly how to tease me. His tongue flicked out, grazing over me, and I moaned, my body arching into his touch.

“Still as responsive as ever,” he muttered, his voice dripping with amusement.

Jake tugged harder on my hair, pulling me back further as my ex continued to tease me with his tongue. “Don’t get too comfortable, babe. You’re not in charge here.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.

My ex’s hands tightened on my hips, and I felt him shift, the blunt pressure of him pushing against me. I gasped, my hands clutching at the sheets as he slid inside me, stretching me open in the most delicious way. Jake’s grip on my hair loosened, and his hands slid down to my breasts, kneading and pinching in a way that made my breath hitch.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice trembling as my ex began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.

“That’s it,” my ex murmured, his voice low and rough. “Take it. Just like that.”

Jake’s hands left my breasts, and I felt him shift behind me, his weight pressing into the mattress. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers teasing at my other entrance, slick with something—spit, maybe, or lube—I didn’t care.

“You ready for me, baby?” Jake’s voice was a dark whisper, his breath hot against my skin.

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes. Please.”

He didn’t waste any time. The pressure built, and then he was pushing inside me, slow and steady, until he was fully seated. My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I adjusted to the feeling of being filled by both of them. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and so, so good.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice breaking as they both began to move, their thrusts perfectly in sync.

My ex’s hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Jake’s grip on my shoulders kept me pinned in place, his pace steady and relentless. The sensation was almost too much, the pleasure building with every movement, every touch.

“You like that?” Jake’s voice was rough, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling between them.

My ex chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing harder, more demanding. “I think she loves it.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every touch, every movement driving me closer to the edge. Jake’s hands slid down to my hips, his grip firm as he pulled me back onto him, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jake groaned, his voice strained.

My ex’s hands tightened on my hips, and his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming almost desperate. “You’re gonna make me come,” he muttered, his voice thick with need.

“Do it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please.”

They didn’t need any more encouragement. Jake’s thrusts became harder, faster, his grip on my hips almost painful, while my ex’s pace became frantic, his breathing ragged. I could feel the tension building in my body, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending me over the edge with a cry.

My body clenched around them, and they both groaned, their thrusts faltering as they came, their release hot and deep inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense that it left me breathless and shaking.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, heavy and labored. Then Jake chuckled softly, his hands sliding up my back in a slow, almost tender caress.

“Still think you can handle us?” he teased, his voice warm and affectionate.

I turned my head slightly, meeting his eye with a smirk. “Bring it on.”

My ex laughed, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. “Careful, Jake. She’s always been a glutton for punishment.”

I shivered as his fingers tightened in my hair, tugging gently. “And you’ve always liked giving it to me.”

Jake’s grin widened, and he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Let’s see just how much you can take, then.”

His hand slid down my back, his touch firm and commanding, and I felt my body respond, trembling with anticipation. My ex’s hands tightened on my hips, and he shifted behind me, his body pressing into mine.

“You’re not done yet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

No, I thought, my heart racing as they began to move again. Not even close.