It’s been a few months since I’ve seen you. Our breakup was amicable, and the friendship remains. We text and call occasionally to check in on each other, which is exactly how you invited me to this dinner — to meet your new girlfriend. I’m excitedly getting ready, looking forward to seeing you both. You’ve told me so much about her that I can only imagine how lovely she must be.

Deciding what to wear to a dinner like this — meeting your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend — is entirely different from dressing for a date. The excitement is there, but the outfit demands careful consideration. Too sexy, and it might seem like I’m trying too hard; not sexy enough, and I won’t have the confidence I need to be present for what could be seen as an unorthodox dinner invitation. I settle on a dress I know you like — familiar, comfortable, and tied to many fun memories.

Unable to calm my nerves, I leave the house early and arrive at the restaurant before either of you. I request water for the table and make small talk with the waiter. As I glance towards the entrance, I see you both walking in. She’s gorgeous, just as I imagined — slim, blonde, and elegant.

I stand to greet you both, exchanging a friendly kiss on the cheek with you. Abby, your new girlfriend, embraces me warmly. I’m giddy with excitement and can’t take my eyes off her. You order a bottle of wine for the table, and soon we’re diving into all the “getting to know you” questions, laughter flowing freely between us.

The evening is passing quickly. Every now and then, I throw you an approving glance. Abby asks what my plans are for the rest of the night. I casually mention that I was planning to head home. She surprises me by asking if the two of you can join me.

I’m momentarily unsure if this is just a request to extend the fun or something more. Trying to match her playful energy, I reply, “Only if all parties are willing,” with a teasing look in your direction. You seem caught off guard but quickly nod with enthusiasm, clearly unsure of what to say. “Perfect!” Abby exclaims.

We gather our things and head outside to catch a taxi to my house. Abby holds my hand as we walk. In the taxi, she sits between us, placing one hand gently on my thigh and asking if it’s okay. Her touch sends a bolt of electricity through me, and I notice her other hand is resting on your thigh.

When we arrive, I invite you both in. Abby slips off her shoes and drapes herself across my couch while you stroll around the living room, noting the subtle changes since you last visited six months ago. I head to the kitchen to grab glasses and a bottle of scotch.

When I return, I find the two of you standing in the middle of the room, kissing, giggling, and whispering to each other. The sight stops me in my tracks. Aroused and curious, I hesitate for a moment before placing the glasses and bottle on the coffee table.

“What are you whispering about?” I tease, grinning. “I hope you’re not keeping any secrets from me.”
Flustered, you reply, “Abby has some ideas for the evening.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of ideas?”
Abby speaks up confidently, “David has fucked you, and I’ve fucked David, but what I really want is for all of us to fuck together.”

I pour myself a drink, letting the words settle in as a rush of thoughts and sensations flood me. Despite my nervousness, I blurt out a hurried, enthusiastic, “Yes.”

With that, Abby slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. She steps closer to you, returning to your lips while gesturing for me to join.

We entangle ourselves, taking turns kissing and caressing one another, exchanging mouths and tongues. Abby and I fall onto the couch together, stripping away the last remnants of clothing until we’re both naked, our bodies pressed against one another as you watch.

Sitting in a chair opposite us, you sip your drink silently, eyes locked on the two of us. Abby’s mouth finds its way to my clit, her fingers expertly teasing and exploring me. I look at you, making direct eye contact as the waves of my orgasm crash over me, leaving me flushed and breathless.

You rise from your seat, drink still in hand. Abby undoes your belt — the sound alone sending shivers down my spine. She frees your cock and takes you into her mouth. I join her, our tongues sliding along either side of you as we work together to coax your release. You hold out, teasing us with your restraint until finally, you relent, throwing your head back as you cum hard, both of us eagerly savouring every drop.

Abby and I kiss, sharing the taste of you between us. Without hesitation, I lead the three of us to my bedroom. What follows is a night filled with passion and pleasure, each of us taking turns exploring one another, our cries of ecstasy punctuating the hours until morning.