Summary:
Sarah meets her former partner Jake at an outdoor bar in Phoenix to confront him about breaking their agreement. When his girlfriend Lauren arrives and ends the relationship, the two women stay behind and begin talking. Their conversation turns intimate, leading them to Sarah’s home. A male friend joins them, and the three spend the night together exploring new physical and emotional connections.
Here is your Story: My Ex’s Girlfriend Joined Our Threesome
I was flicking through TikTok when I heard the metallic drag of the chair on cement next to me. I pulled out my earbud, dropped it into its case, and glanced at the corner of my screen to check the green phone icon. The courtyard in downtown Phoenix felt thick with humidity that night, sweat already beading along my neck as the traffic hummed beyond the walls.
“Hey,” Jake murmured, kissing my cheek. I fought the flinch and the urge to wipe his lips off my skin. He settled into the chair, his knee brushing mine. I thumbed the side button to kill the screen and tossed the phone facedown on the table so the mic pointed between us. His cologne mixed with the smell of fried food from the bar kitchen, and I hated how my body still noticed the way his thigh pressed warm against mine.
I picked up my wine glass, leaned back, and turned toward him. God, the man was sexy in that careless, don’t-give-a-fuck way. Shaggy brown hair. A white surf shirt stretched across his chest. Brown eyes under lashes every woman wanted. A lean, long-muscled body with no limits. That had turned out to be the problem. My pulse kicked harder just looking at him, even while my mind replayed every lie he had told.
I looked at the bar door. The bouncer stood alone. I waited a beat and sipped my wine. The humid air pressed against my bare skin like hands pinning me in a place I didn’t want to stay. Fine. Let’s get this done. My skirt rode up a little when I crossed my legs, and I felt the cool metal of the chair against the back of my thighs.
Lauren Arrives
“Huh.” I cleared my throat and faced Jake. “Remember last week when we agreed you weren’t fucking anyone else without me?” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I kept my voice steady, watching his face for the first crack in that easy smile.
He laughed, clasped his hands, and leaned forward. “What’re you talking about?” His knee pressed harder against mine now, like he could charm his way out with body heat alone.
“Don’t insult me.” I smiled and set my glass down. “We agreed on spiritual monogamy. Only each other or together. But that’s not what you’re doing, is it?” I could feel the recorder app running on the phone between us, catching every syllable.
He scratched his jaw. A server walked up. Jake ordered a beer and leaned back. When the guy left, Jake looked at me again. His fingers drummed once on the table, restless.
“You were serious about that?” His voice dropped lower, testing me.
I raised an eyebrow. He searched my eyes. “God, you’re young.” The words landed like a slap, but I held his gaze without blinking.
I shook my head. “And really stupid.” My thighs tensed under the table, ready for whatever came next.
He glanced at the bouncer, then scooted closer so his body faced mine. His hand rested on my bare leg and slid between my thighs. “Forgive me,” he murmured. The heat of his palm made my skin prickle even as anger burned in my chest.
I sucked in a breath. Heat built low in my belly as his fingers moved under my skirt. I fought the urge to check the doorway again, but I felt eyes on us as real as his touch. His gaze held me, daring me to be the woman he knew I was. My clit throbbed once, traitorous, when his fingertips brushed higher.
“No,” I whispered. My thighs parted anyway. The rough callus on his thumb dragged across sensitive skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
He slid closer. His fingers nudged my mound, then pushed the fabric aside and slid through my pussy lips to press on my clit. A small moan left my throat. I clenched around him and tried to stay still, make him work for it. He stroked faster, changing pressure. Slick wetness coated his fingers already, and the smell of my own arousal rose between us.
“What do you like, Sarah? You like thinking about my cock stretching another slut’s tight little pussy? Giving it to them raw? Or maybe watching me work it into their virgin ass? That what you wanted to see?” His dirty words poured hot against my ear while two fingers circled my swollen clit.
“Fuck it. You forgot their mouths.” The words came out like breath. He made a sound in his throat, eyes darkening, and I couldn’t move or think. I just clamped my thighs around his hand and ground against his slippery fingers. My hips rocked once, chasing the friction, cunt dripping onto the chair.
“So it’s true.” The cold feminine voice killed the heat between us. His finger stilled inside my grip. I tried to steady my breathing, heart hammering against my ribs.
Lauren Takes Charge
The cold feminine voice killed the heat between us. His finger stilled inside my grip. I tried to steady my breathing while Lauren stepped fully into the light, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Jake.” His voice was soft, almost broken.
“Oh cool, you remember me.” Lauren’s tone could have cut glass. She looked taller somehow, rage sharpening every line of her body.
“It’s… it’s not what it looks like.” He pulled his hand back, left a wet trail on my leg, and wiped it on his pants. I straightened my skirt, the damp spot cooling fast against my thigh.
“Really,” Lauren said. Her dark eyes flicked to the shine on his fingers, then back to his face.
I took a long drink and leaned back. His girlfriend looked gorgeous in her quiet rage. Tall, willowy, fists tight at her sides. Cheeks flushed, dark brown eyes glassy with anger. A thin gold chain rested between her collarbones, rising and falling with each sharp breath.
Lauren leaned down, hands on the armrests of his chair. Her hair fell around his face, cutting off everything else. The neckline of her rust-colored tank gaped open, showing the soft swell of her tits. “You have twenty-four hours to move out. You get the place to yourself tonight. Whatever’s left tomorrow at nine belongs to me. You’ll never see it again. Or me.”
“Lauren…” His face showed he wanted to say he loved her, that he never meant to hurt her. She straightened, folded her arms, and stared at him. The muscle in her jaw jumped once.
“Go.” The single word cracked like a whip.
He stood and looked at me. I rolled my eyes. He stepped sideways to give her space, slid his hands into his back pockets. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“Fuck you.” Lauren’s voice stayed low but carried every ounce of pain she felt.
He flinched, then nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you looked real sorry with your hand up her skirt.” She didn’t blink. Jake’s shoulders hunched as he turned away.
His eyes slid to me again. I smirked and raised my glass. He glared, shook his head, and walked around the tables to the exit so he didn’t have to pass between us. I watched him turn left and disappear behind a building. Adios, bitch. The night air felt cleaner already.
Lauren dropped into his chair. Elbows on her knees, head in her hands, she stared at the ground. “Thank you,” she murmured. Her voice cracked on the second word.
“Sure.” I kept my tone even, giving her space to breathe.
Weird tension hung between us, thick as the Phoenix humidity.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” She turned her head toward the sidewalk where he’d gone. “Not an easy thing to believe. Not even when fifty strangers online tell you it’s true. He just wasn’t like that, I didn’t think.” She shook her head, voice low, almost to herself. “How could I have been so stupid?” Her fingers dug into her own knees.
“You’re not. You just gambled.” I shrugged and took another sip, the wine warm now on my tongue.
Her head snapped back to me. “What?” Green eyes narrowed, searching mine.
“Love. It’s a gamble.” I shrugged. “It’s okay to want something and go for it. That’s what life’s for.” The words felt true even as I said them, the wine loosening my chest.
“Yeah. I guess. You went pretty far to show me who he was, don’t you think?” Her mouth twisted, half smile, half grimace.
I bit back a smile. “The timing was up to you. You didn’t come out. I wondered if you needed to see it or if it turned you on.” My cunt still pulsed from Jake’s fingers, and now Lauren’s gaze made it worse.
The server brought Jake’s beer. Lauren took it and drank. Her cheeks hollowed. Her eyes stayed on me. Green eyes. Heart-shaped face. The curve of her shoulders where the tank straps sat. I exhaled, crossed my legs, and squeezed them together. Heat flooded my pussy again.
“I was married once. Eight years.” The confession slipped out easier than I expected.
Her eyebrows rose. I laughed. “Right? Ho-ass me, married.” The wine was hitting. I sighed. “I wasn’t always like this. The day after we split, a storm wrecked our apartment and my car. I lost my job. I sat in a Motel 6 staring at the ceiling, thinking about my options. Sometimes the world screams at you to make a hard right.” My voice stayed steady, but the memory still stung.
Her brows pulled together. “You telling me this is my hard right?”
“Honey, it’s your life, not mine. You decide. I got a remote job and travel. It feels like every part of who I used to be melted into this one person. I don’t have to be something for anyone. I’m just myself. It’s fulfilling.” The words hung between us while motorcycles roared past the courtyard. She watched them, beer pulled to her chest. Quiet settled between us, broken only by the clink of glasses inside the bar.
“You’re trying to make me feel better,” she said, still looking at the road. “But I’m happy here. I love my family and friends. I love being on the water. I can’t imagine doing anything else.” Her fingers tightened around the bottle.
I nodded and rested my head on the back of the chair. Stars overhead. Orion. The Pleiades. Who knew what else. Cities and light pollution ruined the view. Nothing here but the low throb between my legs and the woman across from me.
“How do you know who you are? We change every five minutes. How can you tell?” Lauren’s voice was soft. “I don’t know. What is ‘self’ anyway?” I missed smoking, the excuse to pause. “You can love music without lyrics or songs in a language you don’t understand. Sometimes your body just knows.” The night pressed closer, the air heavy with possibility.
It felt like we were in a bubble. The bar and road far away. Lauren’s knee brushed mine under the table, and neither of us moved it.
“You never get lonely out there alone?” she asked. The question landed soft but heavy.
“I make friends along the way.” My voice came out rougher than I meant.
Metal scraped. Lauren sat up, beer tilted, eyes on me. “Let’s skip the part where you Instagram me and tell me how perfect your life is.”
“Okay, fair.” I straightened in my chair, pulse kicking faster.
I straightened. She sighed. The bar light hit her eyes and skin, catching the hint of cleavage. She tilted her head back. “I wanted kids. Marriage. A best friend for life. But maybe that’s impossible now.” Her throat worked as she swallowed.
“You’re still young. It’s not impossible.” I meant it. The air between us crackled with something new.
“Sure. You too.” She smiled, pulled her top up, and leaned forward. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s time for a hard right. Try on another version of myself. Do something crazy.”
“Like what, sleeping with a chick?” My pulse jumped. I smiled. She rolled her eyes and laughed. “I feel like that’s kind of normal, isn’t it?” My cunt felt like a furnace, slick and aching.
“Is it?” I kept my tone light even as my nipples tightened under my shirt.
“Maybe not ten years ago. But now? It’s not that weird.” Lauren’s gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower.
“Okay.” I checked the chips in my nail polish and tried to slow my heartbeat. My cunt felt like a furnace. “Sex with a girl and a man together then.” The suggestion hung there, thick and hot.
Her silence made me look up. She sat still, smile gone, green eyes locked on me. I could barely breathe. My thighs pressed together, seeking friction.
“Seriously?” she asked. “Are you inviting me? And if you say with Jake, I’ll fucking kill you.” Her voice shook just a little.
I laughed and shook my head. “He’s off the roster. I may live a nomadic life, but I know people in the lifestyle. People who do it the right way.” Chris’s face flashed in my mind, easy smile, thick cock, patient hands.
“Someone not creepy?” Her fingers drummed once on the table.
“Absolutely.” Chris. I’d been with him and his wife before. Easy with a new baby. He was sweet and a good lay. Wouldn’t scare her. My pussy clenched at the memory of his tongue.
“If we do this…” She looked over my face, my tits, then held at my crotch. “If it’s not tonight I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve.” Her breath came shorter now.
I swallowed, opened my legs. Her mouth parted. Her breath went shallow. I reached forward and touched her smooth knee. She made a soft sound and pulled her hair over her shoulder, grazing her breast. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown.
“What are you thinking about now, Lauren?” My voice dropped low, rough with want.
“I…” She shook her head. “Not so normal anymore, being touched by a woman?” She giggled, face lighting up even as her nipples peaked against the thin tank.
“Finish your beer.” The command came out husky.
By the time she did, I’d paid, texted Chris, and called an Uber. “Our ride’s here in three minutes.” My heart hammered against my ribs, cunt already soaked.
She went still. Someone worth a statue. A face unlike anyone I’d seen. The night air felt electric against my skin.
“We’re really doing this.” Her whisper barely reached me.
“You can always say no. Even in the middle.” I kept my hand light on hers.
She nodded, then shook her head and smiled. We stood. I laced my fingers with hers. They were long and thin. Soft. She licked her lips, slow and deliberate.
“Not yet, baby.” My voice came out thick.
I led her to the sidewalk. A black sedan pulled up. I opened the back door. Her smile looked unsure, but she touched my ass as she got in. I shut the door, walked around, and slid in beside her. Small talk with the driver. The car started, engine humming low.
Lauren rested her hand over mine. I spread my fingers and caught hers. She pressed our hands to her lap, then my hand to her inner thigh. Heat radiated from her. I looked up. She met my eyes, pressed back into the seat, and opened her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit me, sweet and sharp.
I moved closer. My heart hammered. I pushed my finger against the soft cloth at her pussy, feeling the flesh give. I drew the finger up until I felt the tiny nub through the fabric. She made a sound. Not a moan, not a sigh. Her free hand cupped her breast, squeezing once.
I rubbed slow and light. She curled my hand closer with a tiny sound of protest, demanding more pressure. Eyes wild, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she rocked against my finger. All at once I saw why Jake had wanted to marry her. Her brows lifted and drew together. Her head fell back. Her neck stretched long. Eyes pinched shut. Little quick breaths. Heat built until one last hard push. I felt her pulse under my finger, the damp fabric. When the tension broke, her thighs shook around my wrist. I slid our hands back to her thigh and stroked slowly while she came down, cunt still fluttering.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. My own pussy throbbed, empty and dripping.
She didn’t answer. The car slowed and stopped. The driver said my address. I thanked him, opened the door, and stepped onto the sidewalk. Quiet. Empty except for us. I took her hand and helped her out. She stood wobbly and giggling. I shut the door and pulled her arm around my shoulders as the car left.
“I… this… I’ve never had to stand so fast after an orgasm.” She whispered the last word, cheeks flushed dark.
“Lauren.” My voice was raw. I traced my fingers over her mouth, the cupid’s bow, the fuller lower lip, then met her eyes. I cupped her face and urged her down. Her lips parted. I kissed her. Plush. Full. Teasing. I opened her mouth with mine and pushed my tongue in. She pressed back. My hand slid down her neck, over her collarbones, to the soft pillow of her breast. I squeezed hard. She pulled away, both of us gasping, nipples tight against fabric.
“You gonna just fuck me right here on the sidewalk?” she whispered, voice shaking with need.
“Maybe against the tree. Or my front door.” I trailed my fingers down her stomach and under her waistband, finding her slick folds again. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“Sarah?” She grabbed my wrist. “Not out here.” Her thighs trembled.
I closed my eyes, swallowed the rush, and opened them. “Of course.” I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and kissed her again. Her mouth curved. I broke the kiss, smiled, took her hand, and led her to the navy door with the wicker chair. I unlocked it, tossed my purse inside, and shut the door behind her.
She giggled as I pulled her body to mine. Our lips met again, tongues sliding hot and wet. My hands roamed her ass, pulling her tight against my thigh so she could grind.
“So not against the front door?” I whispered between kisses, teeth grazing her lower lip.
She trailed her pinky against the swell of my breast. Her eyes looked wild, but her shoulders hunched. “Feels different now that we’re behind a door.” Her voice came small.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, cupping her face again.
Her shoulder lifted and fell. “Feels different now that we’re behind a door.” Her nipples brushed my chest with every breath.
My heart pounded. I caught her hands and led her to the bedroom. At the threshold I turned. “All you have to say is no.” My voice stayed steady even as my cunt clenched.
“I know,” she murmured, stepping closer.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her again. Heat blazed through me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her arms circled me, hands at my back, my ass. I ripped off her tank. Her bare tits bounced. I moaned, swiped my thumbs over her nipples. She gasped. I leaned down and closed my mouth over one, sucking, flicking. My hands mapped the slim lines of her body, the muscles in her arms and back, the curve of her hips, that tight ass. Her skin tasted like salt and beer.
Fingers in my hair, she moved until her leg hit the bed frame. She laughed and fell back, pulling me with her. I slid my hand under her waistband, against the soaked gusset of her panties. Mouth watering, I pushed inside, fabric stretching over my hand, and broke through her slit. She bucked. I slid through to her clit again. Tiny wet sounds filled the air. Her breath caught. My own pussy dripped down my thigh.
More. I needed more. I stood, tugged the leggings and panties off, and tossed them. I bent, eased her legs over my shoulders, and dragged my tongue from her pussy to her clit. Her soft skin brushed my lips. The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet and musky.
She moaned, back arching. I held her hips down, latched on, and worked my tongue against her nub. Her moans turned to mewls on every exhale. “Sarah… Sarah… there’s… stop!” Her thighs shook around my head.
Gasping, the taste of her on my mouth, I looked up between her legs. Her eyes slid left. Her hands covered her nipples. Chris stood in the doorway, already naked, cock thick and hard in his fist.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Chris. His warm hand caressed my ass. I moved against him, sighing. My skin burned. His fingers slipped between my cheeks, finding my own soaked cunt.
“It’s Chris, baby. We invited him. Remember?” I licked my lips, eyes on his throbbing dick.
“He’s… oh.” Her eyes went wide, but her hips lifted toward my mouth again.
I smiled. Chris had stripped and was already hard. A sight worth seeing. I licked my lips and slid my middle finger into her hot, sloppy pussy, curling it deep while my tongue worked her clit. Chris moved behind me, his cock nudging my entrance. Lauren’s eyes locked on us, breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Both of you.” Chris thrust into me hard, filling me in one stroke. The slap of skin echoed. Lauren’s cunt clenched around my fingers as she came again, moaning my name while I rode Chris’s cock and licked her through it. The night stretched long ahead of us, bodies slick with sweat, the smell of sex heavy in the air. We moved together until dawn light crept through the blinds, every thrust and lick pulling us deeper into each other.
