When I told Corrine that I loved her, her response was “That cannot possibly be true.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, completely bewildered.

Throughout our relationship, I had become abhorrently familiar with that look she had just given me after my question. A tilt of the head, eyes to the side staring at me… asking me if I was a fucking idiot. “How can you even try to say that to me…?”

“Fuck this bitch…” I thought. I suppose it was just one look too many.

“How can you possibly sit there and tell me that you love me?” I had also become familiar with what that shift in posture meant. We were already past the deescalation point and either a slap or a violent push was coming.

Six months prior, when I matched with Corrine on Tinder, I was beside myself. She was completely out of my league. Her pictures portrayed her to be demure in poise, beauty, and stature. She was a tiny 5 foot even and maybe 100lbs to my 5 foot 6 inches and 180lbs. For as small as she was, she had the most generous proportions without being superfluous in any asset: perfect upside-down heart shaped ass with volume, perfect borderline larger B cup breasts, a tiny waist that was clearly yoga trained. She had warm, tanned skin, perfect teeth, her auburn hair and maple-colored eyes were conversational tendrils.

I loved how in her profile she described herself as kind and warm…

Forgetting Tinder etiquette, I messaged her immediately after we matched. To my delight, she responded immediately.

“Hey!” She said, “You’re cute! Which is just my type :)”

I was flattered.

“Well the feeling is mutual! When can we grab dinner?” I responded. Not inventive, but I figured I would just get to the point.

This was Thursday, Thanksgiving day of 2017. A full day went by with no answer. I shot another shot, “How about dinner this weekend?” Another full day with no response and I realized I would need to bring out the big guns. “I have two tickets to ‘Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me’ tonight, if you’d like to come?”

Her response was immediate, “I would love to!” Although I had pegged her interests perfectly, I was now under the gun to find two tickets to the show that same day. Only the most expensive seats were left. A few hours and $600 later, we met outside the Moore Theater for the first time. She was as cute, innocent, and warm as I had hoped. We spent a few minutes talking before the show and I came to understand her passion for intellectual pursuits. I was smitten. After a few late night drinks afterward, and our relationship was on its way.

Over the following few weeks, I came to be ingratiated by her insistence in trying not only her favorite restaurants in Seattle, but also her favorites dishes at these places, and not just her favorite dishes, but the most perfect bites. Watching her enjoy her meals never got old as she let out a series of “Mmm’s, mmmMMm’s…. MMMMsssSSSS…” while she audibly relished every bite. I called them her culinary orgasms.

After about a month and a half I got comfortable enough to ask her, “Have you ever had a threesome?”

The early veneer of humility, curiosity, and patience that she had demonstrated eroded relatively quickly in those weeks. She rolled her eyes and asked “Why does every guy want that?”

“Really?” I responded, “Every guy wants to watch you enjoy two dicks…?”

That got her attention as she furred her eyebrows.

“You would want that?” She was taken aback.

“It’s super hot.” I said, “It’s like being in the middle of your own porn shoot where you can also participate.”

Her skepticism crusted just before it turned to intrigue, “Have you done that before?” She asked.

“Yes, of course, that’s why I know it’s fun.” It wasn’t until the end of our relationship that I understood my lighthearted response was received as flippant.

“And you don’t think your feelings for me would change afterward?”

“Definitely not. If anything I would feel closer to you.”

“And how would you find the guy?”

“There are apps.”

“Do I get a say?”

“Of course!”

We used FeelD to find an abundance of men interested in being a third. The overwhelming majority would not stop asking for sexy pictures of her. It was like they were on the app just to be provided erotic pictures of women, and nothing more. But we finally lucked out with a really tall and really handsome white guy named James. He was 6’5” with a lean build, a neat beard, dark features, and was more than eager to send us pictures of his 9” dick.  

Corrine approved. What set him apart was his desire to get to know us as a couple as opposed to only being interested in naked pictures of her. He also mutually matched with my requirement to discover our vibe over dinner and/or drinks and not force anything.

The three of us met for dinner at Six Arms in Cap Hill and he was just as handsome in person as his pictures. I was immediately turned on by seeing him hug Corrine because of the disparity in their sizes. He was both polite and charming. I’m not much of a weed smoker, but when they mutually stepped out to take a few drags from his vape, I let them have a few minutes alone while I finished my beer. Looking at them through the window, I could see he was making her laugh. She was smiling at everything he said. “Good job, James,” I thought.

We changed locations and then went to Pine Box for a few more drinks. After about another hour of having a really good time, I turned to Corrine.

“So, shall we chat?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” We both then looked at James, who sat wide-eyed and giddy.

“James, would you mind excusing us for a moment?” I asked.

“Oh! Right, I’ll just go to the bathroom.” He jumped up and dashed to the back of the bar.

“So what do you think?” I asked.

“He’s really fun, I do like him.” She responded.

“So should the three of us get back to my place?” I’m sure she could see the hopefulness in my expression.

“Yes,” She said with a smile. “Just make sure he wears a condom. You’re in charge.”

“No problem.” I replied, confidently.

We walked into my apartment and I sent them to my room to get comfortable while I made us some dirty martinis in the kitchen. They were quick and easy but making three of them provided enough time for Corrin and James to have a little privacy to kick things off while waiting for me. I really wanted to see how into her he was.

A few minutes later I walked into the room and was so deeply aroused by what I saw. They were both naked. James was towering over Corrine and they were passionately kissing each other. Corrine’s waist-length hair flowed all the way down her back as she craned her neck up to meet James’ mouth. He had one arm cradling her back and the other grabbing endless masses of her ass. She had one hand on his bicep and the other was sensually tugging on his huge semi-hard cock. I noticed she couldn’t get her fingers all the way around it. They did not acknowledge me at all as I set our drinks on the night stand and proceeded to get naked.

Once there, I got behind Corrine and kissed her neck as they continued to make out. I was immediately hard and made her aware of this by placing my dick between her ass cheeks without trying to penetrate anything. I reached around and fondled her breast with one hand as my other joined hers in stroking James’ cock. It was huge. It felt amazing in my hands and I could feel it slowly getting larger and more engorged. I wanted to see her take it.

“Lets get into bed.” I said as the three of us laid down. James laid on his back and Corrine began sucking his cock. Her mouth wasn’t big enough to get much further past the head.

“Is that all you can take?” I asked her.

She challenged me, “I want to watch you suck it.”

I was tickled. She asked as though I wouldn’t do it.

I grabbed the base of his cock in a fist still leaving more than half of it exposed and I started sucking. I was easily able to take more in my mouth than Corrine, but I had to give my gag reflex a bit of a chance to settle down before I could take enough in my mouth to reach my fist. I loved hearing James’ moans.

After a few minutes, I asked him, “Are you ready to fuck my girlfriend?”

He didn’t even respond and instead reached over to pull out a Magnum condom from his pants pocket. I cuddled Corrine and fondled her breasts and pussy while she and I both watched him roll the condom down his massive cock. He then got assertive and kneeled between her legs, forcing her to spread for him, and he grabbed her little body and placed it right where it was most convenient for him. He must have been thinking about this moment for the past 4 hours straight. I wanted to be close to her face he inserted himself inside her, wondering how much she would wince or cringe.

Precum dripped from the tip of my dick as I watched his massive cock begin to disappear inside her. She was moaning in ecstasy as he entered her. I couldn’t believe how well she was taking it. I could see that his girth was really opening her up and he was getting another inch deeper inside of her with every thrust. Yet, she was in pure pleasure, no winces of pain at all. He was finally all the way inside her and began pounding her hard. She was taking it like a fucking champ. I wiped some of my additional precum onto her thigh as I went in to suck her tits while James fucked her.

He withdrew his cock and made her get on her knees. During the transition I asked her if she was ok and enjoying it.

“Uh huh…” she grunted as if to ask me to please move so that she could get into the position he wanted.

He was pounding her from behind pretty good while she grunted and moaned. I lay beside her grabbing her bouncing tits and jerking myself off until I saw him grimace.

“Everything ok?” I asked as I sat up. Corrine turned her head to look behind her as he pulled all of his cock out of her. The condom had broke. I had never seen it before. The rubber mangled his shaft and exposed his head like rubber cobwebs.

“Damn…” I said. “I’ll fuck her while you get another one on.”

Corrine and I had had enough sex that I knew exactly how my dick felt while pushing it inside of her during the full spectrum of her states of arousal. From nearly dry to wetness that an hour of oral gives her, I was aware of how tight she had always felt. But this time I slipped inside her with no sense of friction whatsoever. As I fucked her I couldn’t even tell where the stimulation was coming from as I felt very little on my end, but remained inside her.

“Can you feel that?” I whispered to her.

“A little,“ she responded, grunts and moans absent.

I kept going, “Seems like he stretched you out pretty good.”

She responded in a very conversational tone, “Yea, his dick is way bigger than yours. I mean, no offense, but his dick is huge babe.”

I mean, it was factual at least.

“Are you ready?” James asked me in his most polite ‘mind if I cut in?’ manner. Of course I let him.

The moans and grunts from Corrine returned until James came, which only took a few more minutes.

We all laid beside each other, the two of them sticky. We chatted and had pillow talk. After about 10 minutes (and Corrine incessantly touching his cock in some way) James was hard again and ready to go. He got on top of her and rubbed his bare cock against her pussy.

She looked at me, “Babe, I think he wants to go in raw.” James raised an eyebrow at me.

“Uhm…” I hesitated, “Well… Do you want him to?”

“Are you ok with it?” She asked.

“I suppose it’s fine if he pulls out and if you want it. Do you want it?” I asked.

“She nodded her head.”

“Ok then,” I said. “Just make sure you pull out man. She’s not on birth control.”

“No problem,” He said as he began to slide it inside of her raw. I could see this time she arched her back and they both did their parts to make sure he got it all the way in with one thrust.

Before he began pounding again, she wrapped her hands around his head and hair and said “Just make sure you pull out, ok?”

He didn’t acknowledge her statement in the slightest. He sucked on her tits as he thrust himself inside her. The added stimulation of an absent condom was evidenced in how he came after only a few additional minutes. He did pull out and dribbled some cum on her stomach.

Immediately he got up and made small talk as he languidly put on his underwear and then pants, socks, shirt, all in 5 minute phases as we chatted.

“Hopefully we can do this again!” He said before he left the room.

“For sure!” I shouted back from the bed.

Corrine still had his cum on her stomach when he left and I had to wonder if she was playing a mental game of “cum chicken” with me. I didn’t care. I got on top of her and we rubbed his cum in between us as I came just as quickly as James had.

I rolled off of her and asked her if she had fun.

“It’s been a long time since I had my cervix pounded really good like that,” she said.

She nestled her head on my shoulder as we both fell asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted more. For some reason the sounds of her culinary orgasms came to mind. She hadn’t done that recently. I fell asleep trying to remember when the last time was that I heard them.