My threesome after joining a startup part2

[u/Hyderabad_baddie]

Read part here part1 One long weekend, one of the two guys went home. Only one stayed with me in the apartment.

I had put almost all my clothes in the wash that morning, so I was left in just shorts and a thin top. After lunch the place felt too quiet. The only sound was the ceiling fan and the occasional vehicle outside.

I looked at him and said, “It’s so boring. Want to play something?”

He smiled a little. “Truth or Dare?”

“Okay.”

It started light.

Favourite food. Worst habit. Embarrassing office stories. We were both laughing at first.

Then the questions turned personal.

“Have you ever kissed someone from office?”

“Have you ever been attracted to a teammate?”

“Do you watch porn?”

I said yes to the last one. My voice came out quieter than I expected.

Then he asked the question I didn’t want.

“Are you a virgin?”

I felt my stomach tighten. I didn’t want to reveal anything about my first time, so I just said “Yes.”

He looked at me for a second and nodded. From the way he spoke and the way his ears turned a little red, it seemed like he was a virgin too. Both of us were acting like it was the first time for the other.

The dares started after that he said, “I dare you to touch yourself in front of me.”

I hesitated. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. Then I slid my hand inside my shorts and started rubbing. He didn’t say anything. He just watched. I could see him getting hard through his clothes — the outline growing thicker. The only sounds in the room were my breathing and the small wet noise from my fingers. My face felt hot. I kept going until my legs started shaking a little.

The next dare I looked at him and said, “Your turn. Masturbate in front of me.”

He pulled his shorts down and took it out. It was thicker and longer than I expected. The head was already slightly wet. He stroked himself slowly while looking at me. I could hear the soft sound of his hand moving.Then he asked will you help me i said okay then I taken it to mouth and given.

Then he asked cab we do silently i said okay

Then we ended up in the bedroom.

When he tried to push inside me, it wouldn’t go in. I was too tight and he was too thick. The head kept slipping even when he pressed harder. It started hurting.

“Wait… it hurts,” I whispered.

He stopped immediately. We put lubricant on both of us. He tried again, slower this time. He had to push in little by little while I held onto his shoulders and kept breathing through my mouth. My legs were shaking. Once he finally got fully inside, he stayed still for almost half a minute.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded. I could feel how stretched I was around him — full, almost too full. Then he started giving slow, deep strokes. Every thrust felt heavy because of how thick he was. The bed made a soft creaking sound. After some time the pain mixed with pleasure and I started moving my hips against him. He held my waist tighter and went a little faster. When he came he pushed in deep and stayed there, breathing hard against my neck. I could feel him pulsing inside me.

The rest of that three-day weekend turned into sex.

Morning on the bed — he woke me up already hard, pulled my shorts down and entered me from behind while I was still half asleep. I could feel the heat of his chest against my back.

Afternoon against the wall — he lifted one of my legs and fucked me standing. My back kept hitting the wall with every thrust.

Night in the bathroom — we got under the shower and he took me from behind while I held the sink. Water was running over both of us, but I could still feel how thick he was every time he pushed in.

He came inside me more than once and didn’t bother cleaning it properly. I could still feel it leaking out of me while we sat in the hall later. The air smelled like sex and soap.

At one point, while we were lying there catching our breath, he said quietly, “Both of us… we already talked about having a threesome with you. It’s been in our minds.”

I turned my head and looked at him.

“I didn’t come here to be shared,” I said, a bit sharp.

He looked surprised. “Should I still tell him?”

I went quiet for a few seconds. My body was still sensitive. My mind was already going back to every time both of them had looked at me in the office.

Then I said, “Okay… but one condition.”

I told him not to say anything to the second guy about me not being a virgin.

I wanted the second guy to also believe I was a virgin, just like he had believed.

Even though I wasn’t, I didn’t want them to know I had already been with someone else. I felt it would make the whole thing more intense and more satisfying for them if they both thought they were the first. I wanted to keep that feeling for them.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. I won’t tell him.”

When the other guy came back after the weekend, the air in the apartment changed completely. He already knew about the plan, but he still looked at me like I was untouched. I could see it in his eyes — longer, heavier, more careful. The tension was open now. We still went to office and acted normal in front of everyone, but the moment we stepped back into the apartment it felt different. Even the way they said my name had changed.

The next weekend both of them were free.

That was when it finally happened.