Hannah and Nathan’s Threesome Goes Awry

 

Nathan plays with fire when he asks his best friend, Briceson,

to join him and his wife for a threesome

 

Mary Not Wollstonecraft

 

 

© Copyright 2025 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

Hannah and Nathan’s Threesome Goes Ary

 

As Nathan laced up his shoes, Hannah appeared in the doorway. A towel clung to her curves, and her damp hair streamed rivulets of water like transparent ribbons. He watched her without saying a word.

 

“How about New York?” Hannah said. The suggestion was put out as one of the many options she preferred. The tone of voice was almost carefree. “Or Paris?”

 

Looking up from his shoe-tying adventure, Nathan smirked. It was just like Hannah to spring things this way.

 

“Why not somewhere more exotic,” he countered, playfully raising an eyebrow, “like Iowa?”

 

She leered back at him, sitting at her vanity to dry her hair. “You know I’d need something a little more exciting,” she said, pausing. “But I could do it without you. I mean, if this thing you wanted is too much for your ego, just tell me. Is it, dear, far too much for your precious self-esteem to share me in a threesome?”

 

Nate stood and moved behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. They locked eyes in the mirror and spoke through it.

 

“Forget about my pride, Hannah love. Are you sure you want to go through with it?” he asked nervously and excitedly.

 

“Yes, absolutely,” she said. “After ten years, we need this.”

 

“Yeah, things have gotten a little same-ole-same-ole, haven’t they?”

 

“Not New York. Everyone goes to New York. We need something more adventurous,” Hanna said. She hummed to herself and walked to the closet.

 

He lay on the bed and listened to her movements, mulling over possibilities for the third person. He stopped at someone they both trusted, Briceson. A black friend from college who’d shared double dates with them. He always had a different date. Always one of the better-looking women, and they were always white.

 

“You know, it could even be someone close, like Briceson. Remember what you said about him?”

 

Her head popped out from behind a row of dresses, intrigued by the suggestion.

 

“You want it to be Briceson?” she asked. “I’m game for that, but would you really be comfortable with him? He is someone you know better than I do.” He was so yummy, dark onyx, like a man made of licorice. Briceson always had a lovely noticeable bulge in his pants.

 

Nathan shrugged.

 

“I’d say he’s more your type, anyway,” Nate said and laughed, recalling Briceson’s toned physique and midnight skin. He also realized Briceson had an enormous prick. He wondered if it’d be too much for her to handle. If it was, then they could do a female-male-female threesome the next time.

 

“And he’s free these days…” Hannah paused, almost surprised. “You’ve really thought this through.”

 

She emerged from the closet, a dress draped over one arm, her voice serious.

 

“Would it be hotter with someone you don’t know so well,” she said, running a finger along the windowsill.

 

He put an arm around her and helped her into the dress, careful not to muss her hair.

 

“No strings,” she said while he fastened the zipper, kissing her shoulder softly.

 

“That’s what makes it interesting,” he said. “He might even have fantasies of his own. I’ve already talked to him about this. It was before, a few years back, when we thought about swinging. You know, we’d swap with each other. But you got cold feet, and his wife wasn’t at all into the idea.”

 

They went to dinner and discussed things more. They danced and whispered into Hannah’s ear about how he’d heard Hawaii was a good destination. In the bedroom, they considered different possibilities for their threesome encounter, poring over each in turn. They contemplated black men on a dating app.

 

But both of them always returned to Briceson.

 

She climbed on the bed almost excitedly.

 

“You’ll have to do it right. Make sure he doesn’t think we’re just playing with him,” she said and giggled. “After all, lover boy Briceson has lots of experience with women. I don’t imagine he’s been a bull, though.”

 

Nathan raised his eyebrows and leaned back, pulling her beside him. They made out for a few minutes and then left the hotel room. It was their last day in Miami. The couple would return home in the morning.

 

They went to dinner and discussed things more. They danced and whispered into Hannah’s ear about how he’d heard Hawaii was a good destination. In the bedroom, they considered different possibilities for their threesome encounter, poring over each in turn.

 

They went to dinner and discussed things more. They danced and whispered into Hannah’s ear about how he’d heard Hawaii was a good destination. In the bedroom, they considered different possibilities for their threesome encounter, poring over each in turn.

 

“Briceson’s experience is the point,” he said. “And yes, he bulled for a couple back in college.”

 

She stared at the ceiling, considering it.

 

“When we get home, we can test the waters. Send him a few texts,” Hannah said in a breathy rush. They lay together, imagining it in detail, deciding where to go. Hannah was surprised at how much she wanted it.

 

She cuddled against him, closing her eyes.

 

“If we use him, you better not get jealous. When we considered swinging, Laura told me, Briceson was an animal in bed,” she said, and she poked his ribs to tease him. He touched her cheek and looked at her directly.

 

“It would be hard not to, with how big he is,” he said.

 

Hannah kissed his cheek lightly.

 

“That’s why it will be perfect,” she said. Hannah sighed dreamily. They would have him, she decided, the perfect bull to complete the scene. Already, she knew this would be hard on Nate. Though she understood, he didn’t think it would be. But it wouldn’t end up as a threesome if it even started that way. Briceson wasn’t the type to share.

 

Also, Nathan was more than a little intimidated by Briceson. He was also somewhat in awe of him. Hannah realized if Briceson didn’t want Nathan involved, Nate wouldn’t put up a fuss or fight. She didn’t even think Nathan would be angry. Hurt, sure, but Nathan believed himself inferior to Briceson in every way.

 

They decided to arrange the encounter in Denver. If, that is, Briceson could meet them there. They wanted it to happen as soon as it could.

 

Briceson saw them through the restaurant window. The couple sat hand in hand, seemingly content as the waiter refilled their glasses. She wore a slinky, short, blue dress, and her red hair glowed under the restaurant’s lights. Nathan had on a tailored suit. Another round of merlot, more appetizers shared. By all appearances, it was a typical vacation.

 

Yeah, they wanted to impress him. So he moved to the door and walked in their third wheel. He was dressed casually in a graphic tee and old jeans. To the world, it would appear that an old college friend unexpectedly crashed their night out.

 

They waved him over like they hadn’t planned it all along. Briceson smiled as if flattered by the attention and dropped into a seat. Slid his chair closer to Hannah’s.

 

“Looks like you started without me,” he teased.

 

“What’s a meal with old friends if you can’t stand them sober?” Nathan countered.

 

“And speaking of which…” Hannah motioned for another bottle of wine.

 

They laughed easily over small talk, wine, and three full plates, falling into a familiar rhythm, finishing each other’s thoughts and ordering impulsively.

 

“Haven’t seen you in months,” Nathan said.

 

“That’s what happens when you run off,” Briceson said. “I figured you guys might never come back.”

 

Nate’s wife shrugged, not admitting that they sometimes felt that way. She hated their dirty little town. She ran a hand from Briceson’s knee up his leg. Smiling as she rubbed his fat prick through his pants.

 

As Nathan paid the check, Briceson and Hannah flirted and listed various options for the rest of the night. She whispered into Briceson’s ear and giggled in her soft, sexy way. He ran his hand between her legs, under her skirt, and cupped her lace, panty, clad pussy. He massaged her cunt while they dismissed, seeing a move. He rubbed her clit as the two of them discussed dancing and rejected it. She preferred something more private. Something intimate. Her twat and panties were soaked in her juice.

 

“So what now?” Briceson said. Tilting his glass to his lips, he drank the last few drops.

 

“Is this the kind of trip where we tuck in early, or will I see how you behave without parental supervision?” He feigned ignorance of their arraignment and glanced at Nathan. “Because I know you’re both too old to drink me under the table, even if I have been off the market for a few years.”

 

She laughed, their faces flushed.

 

“We could go to our suite at the hotel,” Nathan said in an all too eager way.

 

“Yeah, it’d be a shame to waste a good buzz going from one club to another.” Briceson stood and threw a hand full of cash on the table.

 

“I told you I’d get the tip,” Nathan said.

 

“I know how cheap you are. Just adding to what you put on the card for the girl. She did good.” He leaned into Nathan and whispered, “Now let me give that hot wife of yours her tip.”

 

“It’s a threesome,” Nate said almost possessively.

 

“Yes, it is,” Briceson said, putting his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and squeezing. “Until it isn’t.”

 

Hanna stayed close to their friend, always walking a little ahead, hips moving seductively under her dress.

 

Briceson watched her, sometimes stumbling. “If I didn’t know better,” he teased, “I’d think you want to be the first one to the room.”

 

Walking home, Briceson claimed their hotel was too far, and they might as well crash in his room. He moved effortlessly between them, still flirting, asking if she planned to return empty-handed or bring some Colorado flavor home. Her cheeks pinkened in the cool night air. Perhaps it was more that she was flustered.

 

“Guess that depends on my options,” Hannah said.

 

The husband caught up, putting an arm around her. “Looks like you have at least two boyfriends for the night,” he said, surprising her with his boldness. His jealousy flared, and he wanted to ensure his buddy didn’t derail their carefully crafted plan.

 

“Only two?” She laughed and shook her head.

 

The black man pulled out more wine and turned on a stereo at the cheap motel, picking up the conversation as if they hadn’t paused.

 

“Don’t tell me. You’ve got other dates lined up?” he said and pretended to pout. He removed his shoes and put his feet on the table by the curtain-covered window as he lounged in a faded chair.

 

“Here I was thinking I was the special one,” Hannah said. “We don’t have anything else lined up.”