My Liquor-Infused Coworker Threesome Exceeded All Expectations

I will always associate the taste of cigarettes and bourbon with the smell of her hair, but the feeling of her hands on me was more addictive than nicotine. I had been attracted to him from the start, but something about the way she made him hers left a delicious taste in my mouth.

I had been sitting with her on the porch of the cabin, drowning in moonlight and smoke and strong drinks when she made the suggestion. We both laughed at the idea, but our combined liquid courage seemed to leave the question hanging in the air. We decided to have another drink. Upon our return, he was there, and we told him to follow us. Blanketed in darkness, we held hands down the path to the empty cabin. The arches of my feet parted waves in the sand, but the heavy liquor in my belly seemed to steady me with its weight. There was no hesitation when we arrived.

Each of us peeled off our layers of clothing and tossed them to the floor. She pushed him onto the bed and told me to start. Her eyes on me were just as stimulating as his tongue while she watched us move in one fluid rhythm. She ran her soft, narrow fingers down my spine as he entered me, moaning and fixated on her involvement. His hands on my breasts and hers on my hips, I lifted myself to his mouth, and he was able to enter her as well. I could feel her soft breasts grazing my back as she rode him, and he flicked his tongue over and around me. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and felt the muscles in the back of his neck tighten as he came inside her.

She slid off of him, and he rolled me onto my back, kissing my lips, neck, and belly as he released his hold on me. It was his turn to step back. I sat up and brushed the hair from my face as she approached. Her lips tasted sweet like orange juice and bitter like the bourbon that complemented it. When we leaned close enough to bring our faces together, her breasts rested into mine. Despite their warmth, they gave me goose bumps. I couldn’t believe that a girl was running her fingers over my hips and sucking on my earlobe and I was wet as hell. I bit gently on her lower lip as I slid my fingers down and inside her. Our lips were still together, and we exchanged breaths as she gasped. She asked for more fingers, and as I stroked, I gave her what she wanted. He was losing it. First softly, and then stronger and faster I felt her orgasm around me.

She took no time in returning the favor, and he couldn’t just watch any longer. His tongue caressed my clit while her fingers entered me and massaged exactly the right spot. Women know how to get women off. I pulled on his hair for steadiness while my hands began to quiver in respond to the buildup. I let myself moan out loud as my orgasm sent a wave down my spine. He stroked me one last time with his tongue, and she slid her wet fingers out of me. The three of us collapsed onto the bed in awe of what had just happened and in embarrassed anticipation of how work might be awkward tomorrow.