Midwinter Thaw

Dave was trying to shake off the cold as he walked in the door, his glasses fogging up even as he was relieved to finally be someplace warm. It was cold as fuck in New York that week with weathermen wringing their hands over how much longer we might expect to see temps hovering around zero.

My wife and Dave and I had stumbled into a threesome in late August. I say stumbled because it was supposed to be a foursome until the other lady, maybe overburdened by too many years of Catholic school guilt, came down with a case of nerves and took off just as things were starting to get interesting. She left the two of us with our cocks cast iron stiff and my wife Lisa wet at the prospect of breaking out of our safe haven of early onset monogamy.

It was January now. Each month since the summer had been marked by ever increasing amounts of depravity and loss of inhibitions. Some time around September we stopped asking permission for each and everything we wanted to try with each other. In October we figured out that sucking each other's cocks, especially with my wife watching, helping and jerking off didn't mean we were permanently switching teams.

"We're not gay, we're just perverts..." David said as he pulled my cock out of his mouth. Not sure if that was a question or a statement but in either case it didn't slow us down. I bent over to return the favor to him and felt the need to repeat that as my wife jerked him off, his cock pointing ominously at my face.

He was right. I loved women and everything about them. It's just that now there was a whole other universe of things possible that had never been on my radar. It started with me oozing cum as I watched Lisa with his cock in her mouth. Who knew there could be such visual poetry at the sight of her cherry red lips wrapped around and happily sucking his shaft? Or how it made my cock jump when she pulled it out and flashed me this lovely, filthy smile as she happily jerked him off.

For the next few months we spent our weekends pushing the envelope of what we thought we might want to do. I had a particular fondness for keeping her naked when we were together. Something about the contrast of all that bare skin while the two of us stayed fully clothed, we had license to do whatever we wanted with her. Like most women, she could be oddly specific about what she wanted to do and when and where and how but now, outnumbered by the two of us, she meekly surrendered into embracing her role as our muse, luminous and obscene. I could walk into the living room and find her striking a pose on our coffee table as David jerked off in abject admiration. And of course I'd have to help, sliding a finger between her cheeks, rubbing her asshole with one hand and masturbating her pussy with the other. It was about the display... showing her off, watching her give in to her arousal as it resonated among the three of us. Somehow we all knew this... nothing needed to be said.

Something happened with all the repetition. We could try anything... everything, with no judgement at all. Over time we were able to figure out what we liked and settled into roles that we were comfortable with. Of course I've always loved fucking my wife but in all the years together we'd done pretty much the same things thousands of times. Adding another person to the mix (and a guy at that!) was like discovering sex all over again.

Something about watching the two of them on display would just make me crazy. The paradoxical combination of my worst nightmare and hottest fantasy all rolled up into one. Of course I couldn't help but jerk off as I watched them shamelessly going at it. For the longest time that was a thing all on its own. I started to look forward to smoking a few joints and sitting in an easy chair, jerking off while a few feet away I got the privilege of watching my wife and best friend fucking their brains out. It wasn't long before I gave myself the job of sucking his cock to get him hard and licking my wife's pussy to get her wet. Some unknown force in my brain took over, knowing when they were ready and telling her when to climb on top of him so I could thread his cock into her pussy. My happy place became resting my head on his thigh and watching his cock slowly sliding in and out of her cunt... their fluids dripping down his shaft and onto his balls, the smell of their fucking making me woozy and my cock hard and god awful, aching stiff.

But that was then. Right now, the wheezy radiators in our apartment were fighting a losing battle trying to ward off the cold. The idea of peeling off the layers of clothes that were barely keeping us warm seemed out of the question. For the first time in a while we just sat on our couch and resigned ourselves to watching reruns of the Twilight Zone. Lisa sat between us and occasionally reached over between our legs to try and trace the outlines of our cocks, almost checking to see if they were still there.

I had a flash of inspiration and thought to run the shower in our small bathroom full blast and on the highest heat setting. It wasn't going to make any difference in warming up the rest of the apartment but maybe with the door closed, enough heat and steam could collect that might make a difference.

On the TV, Rod Serling took a break from commenting on the usual supernatural goings on to make eye contact with me long enough to give me a wink and a nod.

"You know, that just might work..." he said before going back to his voiceover on the post apocalyptic scene that was playing out on my Sony Trinitron.

David and Lisa weren't as optimistic and cowered under the cover of a blanket to stave off the icicles threatening to form on their extremities.

A half hour later, I unsealed the door to the bathroom to reveal what looked like a steam room. There was so much vapor that you could barely see past the entrance. More to the point, it was warm. Even hot. You could lose your clothes and feel the warm embrace of the heat swallowing you up.

We all jumped in, giggling like kids and giddy at the prospect of more depravity. The three of us stood under the shower, letting the almost too hot water soak over us. A bar of soap gave us reason to feel each other up, spreading foamy lather everywhere. Lisa spent a generous amount of time soaping up our cocks. Dave was circumcised. I'm not. In either case we could both thank her for getting us squeaky clean. And hard... did I mention hard? The slippery grip of her hands was almost too much to take.

Dave joined her, the two of them slowly stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. He leaned in to stick his tongue in her mouth at the same time. The sight of the two of them made me throb. A few moments later he reached around and spread my ass apart to rub my asshole. This was new. We had an unspoken agreement that cock sucking in any variation was just fine but this was the first time either of us had thought of trying anything remotely anal. I think he hesitated for a second, unsure what my reaction was going to be. Like I said, we were way past the point of having to ask permission for anything. As ridiculous as it felt, this was just one more limit to cross. Unsure how to respond, the best I could do was cough up a nervous laugh. He did the same. Taking that as a go ahead, he pushed his index finger in knuckle deep. Not to be left out, Lisa got on her knees and after taking a moment to rinse off the soap, started to go down on me like the good little whore wife she'd become.

In the non-reptile part of my brain, there was this little debate going on. Having a friend with his finger up your ass was pretty gay right? I mean never mind the mutual handjobs and cocksucking did this mean I'd have to start checking another box on the sexual orientation questionnaire? But then again, there was my lovely wife, her face impaled on my cock, obviously enjoying this without any restrictions. That line from before echoed through my head... we're not gay, we're just sick fucking perverts. For the moment that seemed to be enough.

Meanwhile, his finger was probing deep enough to just brush against my prostate. Holy fuck, it felt like I was starting to cum in multiple little pulses. Unlike a regular orgasm that's one and done, this was more like wave after wave crashing on a shore. I thought I might cum from just that... without any direct stimulation of my cock. Lisa stopped going down on me, rising up to take turns making out with each of us. I could taste my precum in her mouth and had a secret thrill when she broke away from me to give David his turn next.

It wasn't long until we were all impossibly well scrubbed and had a thought to make a mad dash for the bedroom. We'd been in that improvised steam room long enough to actually get overheated. The cool of the apartment was now a relief as I watched the two of them making a bare assed run to dive into the bed and under blankets.

For a while the three of us just laid there, still damp from our time in the shower. Bodies entangled skin to skin to skin. Slowly warming up again under the layers of patchy blankets and ratty comforter. Maybe we even fell asleep for a few minutes and then got to wake up with the realization that we were just getting started.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, this is what I saw. Lisa lying flat on her belly, some vapor still rising from her skin. Her ass round and plump and luminously white... the tan from last summer painting it with a virtual bikini bottom. Dave was still hard from before, mindlessly stroking his cock as he watched. I had a thought to expose her... pulled her ass apart until her perfect little asshole was wide open. If there was any doubt about how I wanted this to go, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and made it a point to make it wet and sloppy then pulled it out to rub against her asshole. Lisa had grown to love anal sex but to date it was something we'd only ever done with each other. She needed a little back rub to get her to relax, the head of his cock just rubbing lazy circles on the outside. I licked her asshole, happy that she was squeaky clean from the shower and did my level best to make her feel like a filthy whore (if you haven't figured it out yet, for our small circle being a "whore" is just a lovely thing to be). Dave's cock hovered nearby, close enough for me to suck and guide into her hole. In a few strokes it was in past its bulbous head and the sounds she was making told me she was ready for more.

We were finally warmed up. As deliriously aroused as we were the cold didn't seem to matter anymore. I was resting with my head supported by my arm while a few inches away David's cock cautiously stroked its way into Lisa's asshole. He was a good guy, never wanted to hurt anyone. As much as he loved what he was doing he was also mindful that this could be painful and the whole thing could fall apart with a single badly timed thrust. For my part I was happy to pull her butt apart and watch as her asshole twitched and wrapped itself around his cock. Looking back, that was the moment I realized I was a service sub... completely happy to be the one charged with making all the parts fit. He pulled his achingly hard looking cock out and presented it to me to suck. He was going to fuck my wife's ass. It needed to be wet, slick and lubed and I dedicated my mouth to making it exactly that. Lisa moaned a little as she watched him impale my face on his shaft. It didn't take long... a few deep strokes and he was ready to go again but I wanted to get to Lisa before he did. I had this delirious view of him jerking off as I buried my tongue in her asshole. I could taste his precum along with the essence from her pussy and I got carried away, burying my tongue in her ass as she rubbed her clit in harder and faster strokes.

Dave grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off long enough to stuff his cock in my mouth. We were way past the point of polite blowjobs and officially moved up to full on face fucking. His grip on my hair and the force of his hips shoving his cock down my throat were perfect... exactly what I needed at that moment. No need to be tentative, to meekly ask permission. At his deepest I could stick my tongue just far enough out to lick his balls while his cock was buried in the gooey mess of my mouth. For the moment, my gag reflex was gone and I was happy to meet the challenge of taking him as hard and deep as he could throw at me.

Something weird happens with sex like that. If you're submissive you might drop into this warm, calm state where you're happy to be dedicated to the notion of being of service. Maybe that's a stupid way of putting it but the circumstances were such that it was one of the few times in my life where it seemed everyone was doing exactly what they wanted.

Imagine this. At some point after turning thirty, I did the mental math to try and estimate how much longer I might expect to live. Then from that, I subtracted some number of years to offset the time when I'd be old and decrepit and sex would just be a memory. The numbers were depressing. Thirty years? Maybe forty on the outside? Hardly long at all. But at the moment, none of that mattered. We were young. Arguably good looking. Everything worked and the planetary alignment required to get three people who liked each other naked, in the same room and on the same bed was taking place. One of the small voices in my head spoke out loud and said "... hey shithead, pay attention. This may never happen again."

The bed we were in was a recent addition, a discovery from an antique store that we'd manage to pick up for next to nothing. It had a huge headboard covered in all sorts of gothic carvings rendered in shades of oak. The joke taking it home was to try and guess how many times people had fucked in it. Or more depressingly, how many had died in it. Right now, Dave was leaning back against that same headboard, feeding me his rock cock hard as my mouth stroked up and down its full length. Lisa was watching from inches away and furiously rubbing her pussy in time to the action. I had an idle thought that this was probably a first for the bed.

For a moment I had an out of body experience where I kind of floated away and got to watch the whole thing as if I was just an observer. The pale grey north light of a midwinter afternoon lighting the scene like something from a Vermeer. Lisa masturbating. Me sucking Davids awesomely hard cock. Dave with a fistful of my hair fucking my mouth in time to whatever impulse he felt like at the moment.

My thought, floating on the outside and looking in was wow, how beautiful. How absolutely fucking beautiful.

A few moments later, it was Lisa' s turn to straddle his cock as I helped thread him into her gloriously wet pussy.

That was a long time ago. Most of what we were doing didn't even have names or descriptions. It's just that by sheer randomness and utter lack of inhibition that we were able to do things that would have banned us from polite society. Now it's 2025 and unlimited porn of every description is available on tap. After watching hundreds of hours I couldn't help but run a sort of an academic exercise to try and figure out what we were doing, who we were, where we fit in.

We were Bi. Yayyy, finally our own category! I could suck all the cocks I want without having to switch teams. Why the fuck was this so hard to figure out?

I'm a voyeur. Lisa's an exhibitionist. Dave was a bit of a bull by virtue of the fact that the situation called for it. As our special guest star it would have been rude to consign him to a supporting role. Besides it was more fun to finally let someone else drive and just enjoy the ride.

Cuckold? Modern depictions don't line up with what I experienced at all. For one thing, I'm not into humiliation. I was deliriously happy in a submissive role but that was something I distinctly wanted. Current media paints cucks as pathetic losers with no self respect and targets for all sorts of abuse. Fuck that. If anyone had disrespected anyone the whole scene would have collapsed like a house of cards. More often than not it felt like my friend and my wife were deliriously generous in being there to help me realize all my dank, dirty fantasies. I loved those guys for who they were and what we did. I'm pretty sure they felt the same.

Dom/Sub? Yes!! Power exchange is awesomely hot. Giving your power over to someone else raises the stakes. A good dom will "make" you do things that are just at or past your usual limits which ironically, is where most of the fun is. Our triad took a major leap when we learned to trust each other enough that we could stop asking permission.

Lisa climbed on top of my face and started to grind her warm, damp pussy all over my mouth. Of course it was soaking wet, but it surprised me at how sweet, salty and slightly metallic it tasted. David's cock hovered nearby, ready to fuck her when ready. He slipped it into my mouth for a few moments then slowly buried it into my wife, slowly entering her vagina as her labia made an airtight seal around the shaft. I'm guessing most people will never have the chance to do anything like this. All the vanilla folks out there will never know what they've missed. To have a front row seat at the most glorious event in human biology. To be that close to all the moving parts of how human beings are made. Strip away the cheesy veneer of modern porn and you're still privileged to witness one of the most beautiful and consequential things that humans will ever do.

We hit a rhythm. David would fuck my wife for a few strokes then dip his cock into my mouth where I had the honor and privilege of licking his precum and Lisa's essence off the hardness of his shaft. Every now and then Lisa would go back to grinding her pussy onto my face, just to make sure I was getting the full experience.

When David started to cum it almost felt like it was almost too soon... I could have kept doing this all day. I licked his balls and felt them throb as he ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into my wife's pussy. In a moment, this mix of her juices and his cum started to dribble onto my face, first a few drops then a flood as my mouth filled up with all of that glorious essence. We weren't done yet. I still had this overwhelming feeling that I was responsible for cleaning them both off. First Lisa's pussy, dripping cum down over her asshole. Who could resist? Especially as she moaned, rocking her hips as she locked her dripping wet cunt over my mouth. I decided I wanted to cum but still had Davids cum covered cock to take care of. Minor revelation here. Cock sucking is arousing, hot and fun. Sucking a cock immediately after an orgasm, still dripping cum and soaked in body fluids from my wife was mind blowing. In a minute all the elements came together. My mouth sucking his slowly deflating cock. Lisa stroking my face and hair as I did. Me mindlessly jerking off as I took in the whole experience. When I finally started to cum, they returned the favor by centering my cock between their lips, selflessly sucking and sharing my cock as my cum painted their faces.

And then, sleep. Deep and dark and effortless. Overwhelming and futile to resist. The January cold beaten back by lust and skin. Cum and body heat.