My Fiancé’s Birthday Foursome

Black and white photo of two womxn in lingerie, sitting on stairs. Perspective of the camera is behind them, looking down on their gartered covered legs.

James and I went out for his belated birthday celebration, you know, the typical: dinner, drinks, dancing. Had I anticipated where the night would take me, I’m not sure I would have left the apartment (or maybe I’d have left sooner…).

It’s been months since I confided in J about my feelings of opening our relationship to a third party. Since then, I joked that this year’s birthday present would be another woman. Turns out that wasn’t completely untrue.

About Last Night

We started with dinner and drinks. There was a young woman with a stellar voice, singing a mix of international covers. Part way through our meal we noticed Mick, the owner of a bar we frequent. He sat down at the table behind us, accompanied by a couple. James said his hellos, I smiled, and we carried on. After our plates were cleared, the waitress came and told us the couple wanted to buy us a drink. I assumed it was for J’s birthday, as he had already been serenaded by the musician, making it common knowledge to everyone there. Turns out, that wasn’t the intention.

With the sweet taste of Bailey’s on my tongue, we said our goodbyes to Mick, and his generous friends, and headed to his bar. Mick and the couple arrived shortly after us. James and I had taken the largest booth for ourselves and asked them to join. Let’s call the woman, Red, and the man, Blue. They were older than us and had been married for fifteen years. The moment they sat down, everything changed.

Kisses on the Dance Floor

I can’t tell you the first words that were spoken, especially since the couple were French (je parle un petit peu de Français), but it was very obvious that Red wanted me. Blue explained to James that he and Red were swingers, and that Red loves attractive women; however, he is not into men whatsoever. James shared my recent sexual discovery and ensured he too has no sexual interest in men. Meanwhile, Red and I were on the dance floor, spinning and grinding, when suddenly she kissed me.

I didn’t stop her. Even if the voice in my head was screaming, “James! What about James?” When the kiss was over, I ran to him. My first reaction was to apologize. He laughed and told me he didn’t care, and to have fun. I was unleashed.

My French became more fluent with every drink consumed. The conversation carried, and I grew more attracted to Red. She was everything I had described to James – all of the qualities I imagined would turn me on. She shorter than me, curvy, long red hair, big brown eyes, always smiling. She exuded such confidence; I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sleep with her or be mentored by her! She made me feel comfortable and desirable. Her presence was enough to break the ice. She was hot and sexy and cute all at the same time. It stirred something in me that had been lying dormant for far too long.

But I was terrified.

I knew where the night would lead if I let it. Red and Blue made it very clear that they were interested in doing something. I just wasn’t sure what that was.

All the Beautiful Signs

When it was time to leave, we all walked out together. No one had made any blatant proposition; so, we started walking down the street together. As we approached our apartment building, Red and Blue looked shocked. We found out very quickly that they had a vacation apartment in that very building. We entered the building together and squished into the tiny elevator, and both James and Red reached for the same button: the fourth floor. Laughing in disbelief, we all exited the elevator, curios as to how close we all really were…

The Universe is funny sometimes. James and I walked to our apartment, and put the key in the lock, at the same time Red and Blue opened the door to theirs. I shit you not, they were directly across that three-feet-wide hallway. They gave us a tour of their apartment, and when we returned the gesture, Red decided that our apartment was more suitable for the next part of the evening…

Seeing Red

When I came in, I immediately went to the fridge for a beer. I thought, “Okay, now we’ll talk about what we want, like, don’t like, etc.” I was too intoxicated to be nervous. Before I could take a sip of my beer, Red took it from my hand, placed it on the counter and lead me to the bed. She lied me down and began taking my clothes off. James and Blue pulled up two chairs, placed themselves comfortably next to us, and watched.

This is what I remember…

Red’s shirt came off first. Then mine. Then her pants. Then mine. I went from a kneeling position to on my back. Her mouth moved its way down my torso, to between my legs. She began licking. It was soft, it was nice, it was different.

It only took a minute or so before I wanted to try, so I sat up and gently pushed her gently on her back. I followed her exact moves. Started at the mouth, to the neck, the nipples, down the belly and then…

I did it. For the first time. Her whimpers were high pitched and jumpy. Her body was smooth. I was lost in the waves we created as I turned my body to hers – creating the cliché image of two women, pussy-to-pussy.

The men joined us then.

James would tell me later that the positioning of my body gave the illusion that I was dominating her. This turned him on.


Our four bodies moved in the dark. How do I describe this? Sight left me, but sound and sensation consumed me.

Red kept speaking things in French, and even if I didn’t understand them, the foreign sounds lit me up. It was mysterious and sensual. Unrefined. There was no overthinking. I lost myself. Perhaps the alcohol helped. Perhaps it was because she knew what she wanted (me), and she took it without hesitation. The duality of her fierceness and gentleness ripped away my insecurities.

Very close to the end, Blue was penetrating Red. I was near her face, and James knelt beside me. Red took hold of J’s cock. This sent him into an internal panic. Because there’d been no discussion of boundaries or limits, J was terrified of my reaction. And yet, seeing her hands on him pushed me over the brink.

“Yes,” was all I had to say before she put her mouth on my fiancé. My body was vibrating. She didn’t stay there long, but it was long enough for me. She turned around to put her mouth on her husband, her pussy now facing me. I slid two fingers in. I pushed hard, moved fast, felt her breathing hitch, felt her body react, and I spoke to him – James, do you like that? Do you like it when I finger her cunt?

Words poured out of me like hot lava, melting any last inhibition. They reacted with vicious gasps. We were mercury, rising to the top of a vile. It was all becoming too much. James moved his hand over his cock, listening to my hard tone. I knew what he needed; I knew how to get him. My force brought him to his peak. I could see it. I could feel it. We were all so close.

“Can I?” James asked. Red and Blue responded, “Yes!” And there we were. The sky could have been falling and I would have noticed nothing else but our beautiful crescendo. The explosion descending after its bright and brilliant display. All sweat and spit and wet and images were ours for the keeping.

Until next time,

Fuck well, my friends!

Quean Mo xx

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