Threesome Horror Stories Novels & Stories

All I could do was close up the doors and windows and keep everyone else out. I ran through the building in my head. On the sixth floor, it was just me and the guy in 603 across the hall. The fifth floor had Jacob, Tom, and a college student in 504. The fourth floor had only 401, which was occupied by someone I'd never met. Since Edgar's death, the third floor had been reduced to just one occupant—304, which was the only tenant bold enough to continue living there. The second floor was full, but I didn't really know anyone. I'd only seen a man and a woman in the elevator. They looked like a married couple. On the first floor, there was an elderly man who had trouble getting around, and then

he asked shakily. Alice giggled gleefully and looked at Liam pitifully. "You're hilarious! There's a three-year age gap between me and Vanessa. Can't you tell us apart? "Or is your brain just not all there? Or perhaps you've known the truth all along but are too afraid to admit it? Are you doing this to try to hide the fact that you are a sc*mbag?" Alice seemed to have lost her mind. Right now, it seemed that she wanted to take everyone down with her.

"So, that's why you walked away from me. It was all Melanie's doing!" He grabbed me, his voice desperate as he tried to clear things up. "It's all lies. Melanie got herself pregnant from fooling around overseas, and she pleaded with me to cover for her. That marriage certificate is a fake. I could never marry anyone else!" Henry locked eyes with me, his voice earnest. "I'll own up to it. I did some stupid things to help an old friend, and Wren gave me a good talking-to. I was wrong to keep you hanging just because you cared about me. I swear, no more screw-ups from now on!"

Then I realized what they were actually suggesting. They did not want a return to our three-way stand-off. I could see they were proposing the utter, polar opposite of that. In stories, when a guy is offered the opportunity for a threesome, much less the possibility of a throuple, he always hesitates trying to buy time. He is supposed to be afraid that the whole thing is a cruel trap, or just simply going to end in disaster somehow. His noble instincts are supposed to hold him back. Perhaps the opportunity is supposed to crystalize and reveal his feelings for whichever it his True Inner Preference™. Fear, uncertainty, and doubt, in various forms, are supposed to paralyze him.

Not the worst way to spend a Tuesday evening. ******* First Threesome 1::: My wife Rhea and I have always had a healthy sexual relationship. Having sex or at least something sexual probably slightly more than the average mid 20’s couple, but nothing too excessive (if there is such a thing). I’ve always described Rhea as my type of woman. Curvaceous, sexy, funny, dark haired and olive skinned, Rhea was everything I’d look for in a woman. She’s always known how to please me both in and out of the bedroom and is, in general, the perfect wife. One night something happened in our relationship that had never even been discussed, let alone done before. We had a threesome. It wasn’t a planned event,

She asked guardedly. “We have been outed,” Victor almost murmured it, as if lowering his voice would take the shock from the words. “We have been outed,” she repeated. “Outed? How? Like… the three of us, outed?” “If the article heading ‘Three in a bed’ is anything to go by,” Vice said. “I would say that we are outed.”

It was just a bad dream at the start. In the dream, I was chased by a pale, swollen dead body. But today I canceled all my patients, because the last three patients all described the exact same dream to me. I sat in my leather chair, the silence of my office pressing against my eardrums like deep-sea pressure. My hands were trembling, so I shoved them deep into the pockets of my cardigan. On my mahogany desk lay three folders: Mrs. Gable, Marcus, and Elena. They were disparate people—an elderly widow, a nineteen-year-old college student, and a middle-aged accountant. They had no social circles in common. They didn't live in the same neighborhood. They didn't even use the same pharmacy.

For a single moment, she did not think she could handle three lovers at once, but their touch only increased the haze. ~~~~~ Sore. Catherine was sore all over. But she felt satisfied. Zion was beneath her, and with her body on her side, Silas lined her back, Gunther at her front. Skin. There was so much flesh, the different levels of warmth and chill noticeable. Hot arms held her midsection, Zion’s fact twisting in annoyance in his sleep. An icy hand cupped her right breast, Silas pulling her body closer to his. Gunther’s slightly rough but warm hand held her waist, fighting for dominance over Silas. A groan parted her lips before she rose, a hand on her head. Flashes of her night with the t

"The ones about the couples were cute, but I couldn't get into them. I thought I'd be into the Gay one, but it didn't do it for me. The bondage thing was a turnoff, though I liked the idea of being forced, maybe? Just not the pain part. The threesome one was OK. Watching the couple having sex in the forest was hot. The cheating one was good too. I guess I kind of like it when the people are doing something wrong, you know? Where it's not just sex. It's like, animal. Out of control." "I think I can find you more of those," I said. Jennifer watched, though she couldn't see my screen, as I went through and picked a few more stories. Based on what she'd told me, her tastes weren't that dissimila

“Yes, a throuple. It’s a threesome and a couple called a throuple. Or do you prefer to use triad to describe it?” “How do you know about this?” she asks, hands on her hips. “I read romance novels, and I know things,” I proudly state. “Maybe you should start sharing your books with me,” she teases. “I can’t have you know more about my sexual conquests than I do.” “Crap! Look at the time,” I screech. “We need to pack and be downstairs in an hour, and I still need to shower.” “Go shower. I’ll pack for the both of us,” she offers. “Just don’t be surprised when some of your new clothes fly home with me today.”