Rooftop Threesome: Double-Bred by Jeff and Mike”
Jeff is my FWB.
When Jeff hit me with that question—“Would you be open to a threesome? I’ve got a buddy who’s dying to get a piece of that incredible ass of yours”—My heart skipped, and my cock twitched instantly. For over a year, we’d been stealing these raw, passionate afternoons together. His husband was always chill and welcoming, even that one time he lounged in the corner, stroking himself while Jeff railed me senseless on the gazebo futon. But this felt different. Inviting another guy in, someone who specifically craved my hole like it was his new obsession, pushed our filthy adventure to the next level. I was instantly all in.
I texted back without hesitation: “Hell yes. When and where? Tell him I’m ready to be his playground.” Jeff set it up for the following weekend at the same rooftop sanctuary, this time with extra lube, a few toys, and that electric buzz of anticipation already humming through all of us.
Mike showed up looking exactly like the hungry top Jeff had described: mid-40s, built like a tank from the gym, with a devilish grin and eyes that locked onto my ass the second I stripped down. He was Jeff’s workout buddy, married but in an open arrangement that let him chase what he wanted—and right now that was me, bent over and begging. Jeff watched with that possessive-yet-proud smirk as Mike pulled me into a deep, claiming kiss. His big hands kneaded my cheeks like dough while his fingers teased my rim, already hungry to explore.
We started slow, the three of us tangled on the futon under the warm sun as clothes hit the floor. Jeff and Mike took turns devouring me. Jeff’s tongue swirled my nipples into hard peaks while Mike buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking my balls with sloppy, eager hunger. “Fuck, Jeff wasn’t kidding,” Mike growled against my thigh, his breath hot on my hole. “This ass is perfection—tight, smooth, made for taking cock.” I arched back, moaning as his tongue plunged inside, wet and insistent, stretching me open while Jeff fed me his thick shaft, the familiar salty musk filling my mouth.
They flipped me onto all fours. Mike slid underneath to suck my dripping cock while Jeff mounted me from behind, his familiar girth splitting me wide in that perfect burn I craved. Then Mike rose up, his cock—longer than Jeff’s, veiny and leaking—pressing against my lips. I sucked him greedily as the three of us rocked in rhythm, the air thick with grunts, slurps, and the wet smack of skin on skin.
“Switch,” Jeff commanded, pulling out with a slick pop, his load already building. Mike took his place, easing in slowly at first, savoring every inch as my ring gripped him like a vice. “Oh shit, so fucking tight,” he groaned. His hips snapped forward until he was buried balls-deep, that fat head bullying my prostate with every thrust. Jeff moved to the front, feeding me his cock again before sliding down to kiss Mike over my back, their tongues tangling as they double-teamed me. Mike pounded relentlessly while Jeff’s fingers reached back to rub my swollen hole around the invading shaft. I was lost in it, my body a vessel for their pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
“Breed me,” I begged. Mike obliged, slamming harder until his heavy balls slapped mine and he roared, flooding me with hot, thick spurts that painted my insides and leaked out around his base as he kept thrusting through it. Jeff wasn’t far behind. He pushed Mike aside gently and slid back into my cum-slicked hole with a filthy squelch. The extra lubrication from Mike’s load made every stroke obscene and slippery. “Feel that? That’s his cum lubing you up for me,” Jeff whispered. He fucked me deep and possessive until he erupted too, adding his load to the mess, our combined seed dripping down my thighs.
We still weren’t done. Mike, rock-hard again, pulled me onto his lap and impaled me cowboy style while Jeff straddled Mike’s face, getting his ass eaten as I rode that monster cock. The sensation of being filled again, grinding down to feel every vein, pushed me over the edge. I came hands-free, ropes of my load splattering Mike’s chest and Jeff’s as my hole clenched and milked him dry for a second time.
We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, laughing and panting, hands roaming lazily over slick skin. Mike kissed my neck and murmured how he’d been fantasizing about wrecking my ass for months, while Jeff pulled us both close. Later, his husband peeked in with a grin and a round of beers, completely unfazed.
That threesome didn’t just happen—it unlocked something primal in all of us. Jeff and I are already plotting round two, maybe with more guys or new toys. My hole still aches in the best way, a constant reminder of being so thoroughly used and adored. If this is what our “affair” evolves into, sign me up for a lifetime.
