My New Year’s Resolution Was To Be More Adventurous. Eleven Days Later I Set Up My First-ever Threesome for My Birthday [F24/M23/M25][Threesome][Exploring New Things][Blowjob][Cunnilingus][Anal][Multiple Orgasms]

“Cammie! It’s great to see you again!” 

“Colton! I’m so glad you could make it!” 

I open the door to my apartment to let in the final arrival to my twentieth-fourth birthday party. 

Ten days ago I was sitting alone in this same apartment watching the ball drop on New Year’s eve. I hadn’t gone out, hadn’t invited anyone over, and the only living thing nearby when the clock rolled over was my pet fern, Gully.

I’d caught a glimpse of myself on the TV screen as I stood up to go to bed. I looked tired, yes, but more than that I looked lifeless.  

Twenty-three, soon to be twenty-four. Was this how I wanted to live? 

No, I’d decided that night, lying in bed unable to sleep. No, I wanted to do so much more.

“Colton, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Taking him by the hand, I weave us through the other guests, Colton’s broad shoulders helping clear a path for both of us. 

“Colton, this is Peter. Peter, Colton.” 

Both men look at me a little strangely as I introduce them, but I have no time to explain. Not yet at least. 

“You two have fun. Get to know each other. I’ll be back later, ok?” 

I smile, giving them both a meaningful look and turn before they can ask any questions, feeling the butterflies in my stomach starting to take flight. Behind me, I hear Peter start to ask a question and I send a silent prayer up that the two of them will get along. 

After my lonely New Year’s eve, I’d made a resolution to spend the next year being more daring. I’d started a list of new things I wanted to try. At the top in big block letters I wrote: ‘Cammie’s Adventures: 2026’, hoping that it would inspire me to follow through.

Part of that meant having more sex. After a rough breakup six months ago I’d been out of the dating scene, with nothing to scratch my itches except my trusty vibrator. Even before the breakup my ex’s idea of intimacy was missionary once every few weeks. I’d never really experimented with anything more. It was time to change that. 

And so, in between ‘Try 10 new restaurants’ and ‘Take a Road Trip With No Destination,’ I added another item to my ever-growing agenda for the year:

‘Have a Threesome’ 

My birthday coming up soon provided the perfect excuse. I invited over a dozen people, including the two guys I’d tentatively been casting as “Stud A” and “Stud B” in the upcoming feature film: Cammie’s Dream Team.

Stud A was Peter, a guy I knew from a previous job and had kept in touch with sporadically ever since. I’d been dating my ex when we worked together and he’d been respectful after he found out, but I still remembered how he flirted with me at first, and how his lingering glances made me feel tingly under the collar. With his dark hair and plaids, Peter had the outdoorsy look down and sometimes when I needed a little help getting over the edge with my toy I looked back on the time when he’d rolled up his sleeves at work one day to help clean up after a spill and I’d seen his forearms knotted with muscle from weekends spent building his cabin upstate. 

Stud B was Colton. I’d met him at a bar when I was more than a little drunk one night post-breakup. We’d hit it off and he’d taken me back to his place, only to realize I was way too far gone to consent to anything more than having him babysit me until the following morning when I was sober enough to drive home. I’d been way too embarrassed to thank him properly after that so nothing had come of it at the time. 

But that was the old Cammie. 

I’d texted them both to invite them to the party, along with a half--dozen other friends of mine. I’d also told them that if they could stay a little after, I’d make it worth their while. 

The party is in full swing by now and I move from person to person, playing the gracious host and catching up with friends. I also keep an eye on Peter and Colton, who are deep in conversation by now. 

Perfect. 

I catch a glimpse of myself in the window of my living room, smiling a little at the way the little black dress I have on perfectly hides the harness underneath. That had been a gift I’d bought for myself to use with my ex, but we’d broken up before I ever worked up the nerve. Feeling the leather against my bare skin all night has had me on edge and I’m embarrassed to think about what it’s done to the place between my legs, where with every step now I feel a little wetness leaking out. 

“Cammie? You ok? You seem distracted?” 

“Huh? Oh, uh, I’m just a little tired I guess…” 

My best friend Becca gives me a look, resting a hand on my arm. “You sure you’re ok?” 

I bite my lip, glancing once again at Colton and Peter. 

Oh fuck it, just tell her.

“Listen, Becca,” I whisper, leaning in closer. “I’m going to be honest with you. I’m looking to get fucked tonight, and honestly I need this place to clear out because I don’t know how long I can wait. Can you help a girl out? I’d owe you big.” 

Becca’s mouth drops open and her eyes sparkle with mirth. 

“Ohhhh, that’s so exciting! I know just what to do!” 

Striding out into the middle of my living room, Becca raises her voice over the din of the party. 

“Hey! Everyone! There’s half-off beers at McGilly’s and we’re almost out of booze here! Let’s take this show on the road!” 

There’s a general cheer as the room full of tipsy people starts to gather their things, lured by the promise of cheap beer and uneven pool tables. 

“Not you,” I growl low, grabbing Colton and Peter both by the elbow. Becca shoots me a glance as she escorts the last of the other guests out the door, then does a double-take when she sees I have not one but two men still with me. 

“You go girl,” she mouths, winking as she shuts the door behind her. 

“So, uh… we’re not going with them?” Colton turns to me, his expression neutral. 

“Yeah, what gives Cammie?” Peter chimes in. “It’s your party after all.” 

“Is this about why you asked us both to stay late?” Colton shoots Peter a glance. 

Oh. Oh good, they talked… 

“Are we the cleanup crew?” Peter gives me a wry grin. 

“Not exactly…” I say slowly, trying to decide how I want to broach the subject. 

Being blunt worked with Becca, I tell myself, taking a deep breath. 

“Look, guys, I’m sorry for being so vague. The truth is– both of you are hot and I want to sleep with both of you.” 

They look from me to each other, then back to me again. Suddenly their looks are much more intense, in a way that makes me take a quick breath, a trickle of excited anticipation rising. 

“Both of us?” 

“At the same time?” 

I nod to both their questions. A long few seconds of silence stretch between us. 

“What, uh, brings this on, Cammie?” Peter looks at me curiously, head slightly tilted to one side. 

“I want to be more… adventurous. I want to… try some things I’ve always thought about but never had the courage to do.” 

The butterflies are doing circles in my stomach now and I’m a little lightheaded. 

“Huh,” Peter says thoughtfully. 

“And you chose… us?” Colton looks from Peter to me again. “I’m flattered, actually.” 

“Yeah, me too,” Peter says quickly, flashing me a grin. They’re both clearly giving it some thought.

A little air seems to come back into the room. 

“Does that mean… you’re ok with it?” 

The two men give each other a final glance, something unspoken passing between them. 

“Yeah,” they say in unison, their expressions becoming more intense as they both really look at me now. The energy of the room has shifted from confusion and nervousness to raw lust and goosebumps start to break out on my arms as my body reacts to it. 

“How did you want to start?” Colton asks, his voice lower now, more gravelly. 

“I was thinking you could-” I gesture vaguely to the zipper of my dress and that’s all the permission they need. 

Four hands and two mouths descend on me, tugging not just at the zipper but kissing my neck and arms, running fingertips up my legs to the curve of my ass. As my dress falls away their hands explore even more, tracing the outline of my hips, running along the curve of my breasts, brushing against my navel. 

“You came prepared,” Colton says, pausing a moment to take in the full sight of me in the harness. The leather encircles my breasts in the front, both accentuating and lifting them and Colton can’t seem to get enough of the look. 

“You’re beautiful Cammie,” Peter breathes in my ear, and Colton gives a hum of agreement, his lips now busy taking one of my nipples between them, tongue flicking up and down across my skin. 

“You guys are wearing too many clothes.” 

“You can fix that,” Peter suggests, and I do, starting with his shirt and quickly moving on to his pants. By this point they’re leading me to my bedroom by some unspoken agreement. A trail of clothes marks our path as I strip them naked one article at a time while they half-carry me to my bed. At least one pair of lips is on me at all times, kissing every inch of me they can reach. By the time we reach the bed I’m soaking wet, nipples hard as diamonds, and I want more. There’s a fire in me that I’ve never felt before, a long-banked blaze that the two of them are stoking. 

I take Colton’s cock in my hand, surprised at how thick he is. I feel him twitch as I run my fingers down his shaft, going to my hands and knees on my bed.

I’m already feeling my skin flush as I lean forward to take Colton in my mouth, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He groans as my lips wrap around him, his cock twitching as I start to alternate sucking my cheeks in and running my tongue across the head of his cock. 

“Guess I know where I’m supposed to be,” Peter jokes, and I wiggle my ass at him in agreement. Next thing I know, his tongue is between my legs as he spreads me open, licking my pussy from bottom to top and back again. I squirm as he finds my clit, circling it with his tongue a few times before moving up once more, all the way to my ass before going back down. It doesn’t take long at all before the wetness that had already been building between my legs to become a full-on torrent. Peter hums happily as he tastes me, deciding I’m more than turned on enough for what comes next. 

He braces himself with his hands on my hips, fingers tugging at the bottom of the leather harness as he angles his erection toward me. I sigh around Colton’s cock as Peter enters me from behind, stretching me out in a way that my vibrator just hadn’t been able to these last six months. I’d almost forgotten how good it felt to have a real cock inside me, especially one like Peter’s. For a long moment I just let myself be fucked by them, taking in the new sensations. My mouth works automatically on Colton as he thrusts his hips and my pussy grips Peter, finally getting the relief I’ve wanted for so long now. 

“Mmmyess!” I moan around Colton’s cock, starting to rock my hips back to meet his every thrust. He takes the hint and starts to move a little faster, his balls smacking against my clit now with each thrust. Meanwhile, Colton has pulled out of my mouth and is having me lick his shaft up and down before slowly entering me again. He pulls my hair lightly, guiding me down on his cock. 

“Fuck man, she just got really tight when you did that…” 

“You like that Cammie?” 

I didn’t know I did, but holy shit. 

“Yeah,” I gasp. My body feels more alive than ever. “Not too hard, but yeah…” 

He takes my hair in both hands now, still not pulling hard but hard enough to make my scalp tingle and my nipples ache almost painfully with how sensitive they are. 

With Colton’s hands in my hair, Peter’s cock is making me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My toes curl as he hits one spot in particular over and over and before I know it I’m moaning around Colton’s cock again, this time because Peter has just made me cum for the first time tonight. 

“Is she-?” 

“Cumming, yeah,” Peter confirms. God damn you feel good Cassie…”

I hear him, but only vaguely. My mind is on other things, like the fact that every part of my body feels amazing right now, but no part so much as my pussy, where wave after wave of pleasure is rocking through me. I try to keep Colton in my mouth to let him feel even a fraction of what I’m feeling but it’s almost too much to handle. 

“Switch,” I gasp, as much to give myself a break as anything, still feeling the tail end of the orgasm rippling through me. 

Peter and Colton move to take each other’s spots and as Peter starts to fuck my mouth I taste myself on his cock. 

Another first. 

Colton though hesitates. I feel his eyes on me, taking in my backside. Then I jump as he touches not my pussy, but the tight hole just above it. 

“Cassie? You said you were trying to have some adventures, right?” 

I am. I even bought lube. 

Peter withdraws his cock long enough to let me speak. 

“Nightstand,” I manage to say. “Go slow, please.” 

Colton nods, already fumbling inside the drawer and withdrawing the bottle of lube. As I return my attention to Peter’s cock I hear him pop the bottle open, rubbing the lube between his fingers to warm it up a little before gently starting to play with my backdoor, sliding in one finger to the first knuckle. 

I’d never done much with anal, but I’d tried it a few times with my ex. It had always been more trouble than it was worth, or so I thought. But when Colton slowly adds a second finger as my mouth keeps working Peter’s shaft and with my pussy still clenching with the aftershocks of my recent orgasm… 

Suddenly what he’s doing doesn’t just feel ok, it feels amazing. I push my hips back on his finger, letting him know it’s ok to do more. Colton doesn’t need me to tell him twice and after another dollop of lube he’s fingering my ass in earnest, his other hand caressing my clit. 

That makes sparks fly all through my body.

“I think she likes it,” Colton says softly. Peter grunts his approval, my tongue swirling round the head of his cock. 

“More,” I hear myself whimper. 

Colton’s fingers pull out of me, leaving me feeling uncomfortably empty. 

Not for long though. His cock starts to press against my ass, slick with lube and my own saliva. He’s much thicker than even two of his fingers together, but with my pussy still dripping wet I slowly push back onto him, my body stretching to take him. The first inch is the hardest, and then I feel myself relax, my body knowing now that I can do it, that I can handle his thickness. 

Colton takes it slow, letting me get used to him inch by inch. Peter watches it all with growing excitement, getting even harder in my mouth as he sees Colton fucking my ass. Soon the two of them have established a rhythm, bouncing me back and forth between them until Colton’s cock is balls-deep inside me. 

That’s when things get really crazy. 

As soon as Colton feels himself starting to bottom out in me he leans forward, using the harness to hold himself in place with one hand and wrapping his arm around my stomach with the other, his cheek resting on my back. In this position not only can he fuck me, his fingers reach between my legs and start to circle my clit, rubbing it in time with his cock. 

My eyes roll back into my head as I’m assaulted with sensations in my mouth, ass, and pussy all at once. Peter is pulling my hair now as Colton rubs my clit, both of their cocks slamming into me hard and fast. 

“So good,” Peter pants. 

“Amazing,” Colton agrees, his breath warm on my back. 

I couldn’t say anything even if there wasn’t a cock deep in my mouth. My thoughts are scattering to the winds, driven out by the intense pleasure that’s building up inside me. 

“Cum for us,” Colton urges. I feel his cock swelling in my ass. 

“Be a good girl and cum for us,” Peter echoes. 

My orgasm hits me so hard that I don’t even have time to make a noise before I am engulfed in it. It whips through my mind like a hurricane and I feel my body shaking from head to toe as the two guys roar their approval. They are cumming then too, Peter in my mouth, so much that it runs down my chin and drips onto my breasts, and Colton deep in my ass, filling me with a new warmth deep inside. My voice finally catches up to my body and I fill the room with my moans as my climax leaves me feeling utterly satisfied for the first time in my life. 

They are both breathing heavily as their thrusts slow to a final standstill and my body starts to come back down to earth. By the time they pull out of me I can form coherent thoughts again. It takes another few minutes for me to be able to make complete sentences, during which time the guys go clean up and bring me a glass of water that I gulp down in three long swallows. 

“Holy… fuck…” I finally manage to say, and both of them chuckle, giving each other a fist-bump. 

“That good, huh?” Peter flashes me a grin, helping me to stand on legs still wobbly with post-orgasmic shakes. 

“Uh-huh… Holy fuck,” I say again, still not quite believing my body could do that. 

“So… Cammie,” Colton says, pausing as I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Ready for another adventure?” He gives me a sultry look.

“I dare you to put your dress back on and come out to the bar with us. Try to act normal while you feel our cum dripping down your tits and your thighs.” 

“I like the way this guy thinks.” Peter grins, jerking a thumb at Colton. 

I look between the two of them, feeling content and sated and sexy.

Fuck yes I want to have another adventure. 

“Fine. But it’s my birthday, so you both have to buy me a round,” I purr, looking both of them in the eye. “And then you both owe me another round when we get back…”