Throuple: An Erotic Poly Love Story: Fun for Four, #1

By Cornelia Quick

When Dave can't keep up with Katie's sexual appetite, she turns to their best friend and roommate, Jim, for assistance. Together they explore their boundaries and desires, reaching heights they could never have found as a pair. The sparks really fly, though, when Katie's friend Susie discovers the secret of their happiness and joins them for dinner and dessert.

 

Enjoy a fun MFM/MMF/MFMF exploration of polyamory in Throuple!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cornelia Quick
• Release date: May 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223098362

Cornelia Quick

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A friend in need

Dave and Katie woke me up about 2:30 AM, coming home after bar close. They were giggling, bumping into things, shushing each other, giggling some more, clearly well past tipsy. I needed to get up early for work, so I groaned, rolled over, and pulled my pillow over my head, hoping they’d quickly hit the bed and fall asleep.

Hit the bed they did, fall asleep they didn’t. I heard more giggling through the paper-thin wall between their room and mine, then the creak of bedsprings, more giggles, and suddenly the headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall, punctuated by grunts, groans, and giggles. I tossed and turned, trying to cover my ears so I wouldn’t have to hear them fucking just inches from my head, but the way they made the wall shake was shaking my bed, too, making it impossible to ignore.

Also impossible to ignore was the stiffy tenting my boxers. I usually cycle through some erections while I sleep, and not always because I’m having a sexy dream; more often than not, I’m deep in a dreamless slumber just before I wake up with a raging boner, and it takes a few minutes for things to settle down enough to empty my bladder. This particular erection no doubt started as one of those natural sleeping hard-ons, but I’d be guilty of extreme self-deception if I denied that the noise from Dave and Katie’s room wasn’t aiding and abetting the blood flowing to my cock.

Even though I’ve known both of them for years, from before college even, and even though Katie has always been more like a sister, or at least a cousin, to me, I’ve always thought that she’s cute: pretty face, tomboyish haircut, pert little tits, tight ass. She has a habit of walking around the apartment wearing nothing but one of Dave’s flannel shirts and a pair of pink panties, and I’m sure I’m not the only male who finds that outfit a thousand times sexier than all the lace and frills you can stretch over the flimsiest lingerie. Dave and Katie have been a couple since freshman year in college, and now that we’re cruising into our mid-twenties and they’re still together, it seems likely that it’s as permanent a thing as can be in the modern world. That hasn’t stopped Katie from making the occasional appearance in my masturbatory fantasies, though.

With no signs of the banging next door slowing down, I decided that if you can’t beat ‘em, then beat off. I slid my boxers down to my knees, put a dollop of spit on my palm as a last-ditch lube because I really didn’t want to walk across to the sock drawer to get the good stuff, and started the five knuckle shuffle. I got into the same rhythm that Dave and Katie seemed to be keeping, a good steady eighty beats per minute I’d figure: not too fast, not too slow. I pictured Katie spread wide under Dave, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, dragging her fingernails down his back, while Dave sucked at one of her firm little tits, making the nipple wet and hard with a flick of his tongue. It was a quick mental step to swap Dave out for me, to imagine it was my cock grooving away in her tight little pussy, and I found myself priming the pump just a little too fast, and had to take a breather to keep in time with my roommates’ fucking.

Suddenly there was a loud grunt next door – it was definitely Dave’s voice – and the headboard slammed hard against the wall. The bedsprings creaked a few times; I heard Katie’s voice saying something, hushed and urgent, and then silence. I stopped mid-stroke, hand gripping my shaft tightly, and held my breath, suddenly aware of how quiet the apartment had become and not wanting my solo flight to be detected on the other side of the wall. When things had quieted down for good next door, I decided to finish getting myself off with a little pressure on the head and spit shine on the underside, with my balls tight in my other hand – a little less efficient than yanking the crank, but I figured I’d blow my load in a couple minutes tops and then drift into a sticky sleep; I always sleep a little more soundly after I come.

That was when my bedroom door suddenly swung open, and I saw Katie’s silhouette in the doorframe, backlit by the hall light. She stormed into my room and hopped onto my bed, sitting up on her knees. I scrambled to pull up my boxers and cover my cock with my pillow, afraid that she had somehow sensed me jerking off to their lovemaking and was here to accost me for invading their privacy somehow. I was just formulating my defense of personal exploration and a counter-accusation of her invading my privacy, when Katie said, "Dave fucking fell asleep after he came again, and I was right there! If he’d just lasted another couple of minutes, I would have come, too!"