I Regret My Awkward Threesome With a Married Couple
By: Evangeline Grace
Tags: Relationships, Unicorns, Threesome, Sex, Group Sex

The day of her wedding anniversary, Vanessa got me to wait in her bedroom as Liam was returning from work. I was wearing a crotchless bodysuit she’d picked out for me, and I’d be lying if I claimed it was comfortable. The fabric was itchy and I didn’t feel right waiting to flash my genitals at a man who didn’t even know I was in his house yet. Still, it was Vanessa’s special day, so I let her run the show as she saw fit.

“You won’t believe the surprise I’ve planned for you, sweetie!” Vanessa’s sing-song voice drifted upstairs. “Close your eyes and take my hand. I’ll lead you to the bedroom. No peeking!”

Liam’s response was indiscernible, but footsteps began to sound on the stairs. I sat upright, nauseous with nerves, and crossed my legs awkwardly to hide my crotch area. My breathing grew shallow and rapid. Stop worrying, Angie, I told myself. He’s obviously going to love this. I repeated the thought like a mantra, but it failed to settle my hammering heart.

By now, the couple had reached the landing. The bedroom door creaked open. Liam shuffled in with a smile on his lips, Vanessa’s manicured hand blocking his vision. She was on tiptoe behind him, grinning at me over his shoulder. Was I imagining the maniacal gleam in her eyes?

“You can look now, sweetie!” She retracted her hand with a flourish, seemingly oblivious to Liam’s vanishing smile. “Look who’s come to play with us! Isn’t she beautiful?”

The silence that followed made my stomach sink. Liam’s face blanched. He stayed rooted to the spot, his eyes darting around the room, as if he’d rather look anywhere but at me. Swinging his arms back and forth, he opened and closed his mouth, spluttering faintly.

“Darling?” Vanessa prompted.

At last, Liam twisted his face into a pained smile and choked out: “How… unexpected.”

Vanessa clapped her hands like an excited child. “Well? Aren’t you going to kiss her?”

“I’d rather… start with you.” Looking confused, Liam drew Vanessa into his arms. I felt my cheeks sear.

“Oh, don’t mind him.” Vanessa winked at me. “He’s such a hopeless romantic. Only has eyes for his wife. Don’t you, honey?”

That seemed like an odd thing to say at the start of a threesome, but I nodded, pretending it was cute. Turning her face to Liam’s, Vanessa kissed him long and hard as she started to unbutton his shirt. Liam’s hands were shaking, but he disguised his anxiety by stroking her hips and the small of her back.

Continuing their smooching, caressing, and mutual undressing, they gradually reached the bed. Now wearing only her lilac bra and panties, Vanessa extended a lithe, golden arm to me and pulled me in for a kiss. Was this really happening? Was I going to join in? Sexual tension rippled through me as our mouths met. Vanessa’s lips tasted vaguely of pineapple.

Over her shoulder, I caught Liam’s gaze for a second. I gulped, trying to avoid staring at his bare chest and boxers. With an almost imperceptible frown, he shook his head and looked away.

I had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious he didn’t want me there. I considered apologizing to the couple and making an exit. But before I could say anything, Vanessa turned away from me back to Liam. I no longer had the pair’s attention; they were heavy petting again.

For the next 30 minutes or so, I didn’t know what to do with myself. The couple spent most of our “threesome” focused on each other, canoodling as if I were invisible. The whole time, Liam barely looked at me and he didn’t touch me once. It also seemed like he was struggling to get hard. Vanessa occasionally glanced in my direction, as if to check I was still enjoying the show. Unwilling to cause a scene, I acted relaxed — but I’d never felt like more of a third wheel.

Eventually, Liam’s erection surfaced, so the pair progressed to intercourse. Closing her eyes, Vanessa wrapped her legs around him, trailing her fingers down his back as she moaned. At this point, I quietly slipped out the room. Neither of them called out to ask me where I was going. Liam’s grunting faded to silence as I headed downstairs and collected my clothes.