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A million thoughts swirled through your head as you walked towards Oscar. He was standing in the doorway looking like a lost puppy dog. Something inside of you, innate and uncontrollable, told you that this is what you wanted. To have a threesome with your boyfriend and your best friend.

You had almost reached Oscar when you faintly remembered that this is something that you and Charles have discussed before. During a drunken night earlier on in your relationship, the two of you had played a game of 21 questions on his couch.

•••••

“Alright, question 18,” Charles said while inhaling a big breath. His cheeks were rosy, and he couldn’t help but giggle as his questions rolled of his tongue. “What’s a fantasy of yours that you’ve never done or shared with anyone else?”

“Is that technically considered two questions?” Charles scoffed at you, you laughed. “Alright, alright… hm… probably a threesome.”

“Oh yeah?” Charles sounded shocked and excited.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I think it’d be a good time. Especially if my two partners are really focused on pleasing me.” You felt your skin warm, mostly because you were embarrassed. But you felt safe telling him, so you continued. “Or, focused on getting me to please each of them the best.”

“Mmm, so you would want your partners to compete for you?” His voice was filled with intrigue. You nodded in response. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he finished.

•••••

Before, you thought that the look Charles gave you was because this was his idea. Rather, the look was permission for you to pursue your fantasy. And he wanted you to have this with two people that you were most comfortable with.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked Oscar. You were nervous about springing this onto him, about what he might do or say. But you extended your hand out to him anyways. And he actually took it.

You led him into the room and heard the door close behind you. You sat next to Charles on the bed, Oscar sat next to you. There was a moment of silence between the three of you, and you could feel something linger in the air. You knew you had to say something.

So you sat up straight and cleared your throat. “Osc,” you turned to look at him, “we were wondering if you would like to—“

Your sentence hadn’t even concluded before Oscar’s hand wrapped around the side of your face and his lips were on yours. It was like he was telling you that you didn’t need to say anything else. It was like he was waiting for this moment.

His lips were warm when they pressed into yours. You remembered the feeling of him, your muscle memory seemed to kick in. Your string of kisses became more intense as Oscar’s hand stretched to the back of your head and pushed you harder into him.

After a few moments, Oscar slowly pulled away from you, leaving you a little confused. Seconds later, you felt Charles’ fingers wrap around your chin and pull you to face him. It was his turn now.

As Charles started kissing you in a similar fashion as to Oscar, you felt Oscar move into the soft spot of your neck. You felt him gently suck and bite you there. At the same time, his hand gripped onto the inside of your thigh.

Charles lifted a hand and unclasped your bra from the back. He didn’t stop kissing you, tongue entering into your mouth with each individual go. It was impressive. Once you were able to slip your bra off, you felt the palm of his hand wrap around one of your breasts.

Your heart rate was climbing, you felt yourself becoming more and more flush from the dual stimulation. Oscar being closest to your heart could feel the change in you. He let out a soft laugh as his hand travelled up your thigh to your cunt. Oscar softly spread your legs open and set the pads of his fingers on your cunt. He used them to start tracing slow circles around your clit. The feeling caused a soft moan to escape your mid-kiss with Charles.

Charles stopped but stayed close to you. “Do you like how he makes you feel, baby?” Charles whispered. You felt Oscar increase his tempo on you. Oscar did make feel good, but you didn’t know what to say to Charles. You bit your lip to shut yourself up, and kept your eyes locked into to Charles’. Charles could tell you were holding back. “You can be honest,” he said.

You nodded to him. “Mhm,” you whimpered.

Charles pushed you back so now you were laying flat on the bed. He once again massaged one of your boobs, but this time he was kissing and sucking on the other one.

At this point, you could feel your wetness beneath you as Oscar slid his hand from your clit to your opening. Two of his fingers pushed inside of you, making you moan.

“You’re so fucking wet, so tight too” he said from above you. You couldn’t help but squeeze around his fingers as he pushed them to the roof of your cunt and pumped them in and out of you.

Charles groaned with your tit in his mouth as he moved his hand down to your clit. He began circling you while Oscar pumped his fingers. The two were working in synchronicity to please you at first. The dynamic between them started to change as the pleasure consumed more and more of you.

Heat began to rise from your cunt to your core, and it was hard for you to be quiet. You couldn’t help but cry out both of their names. “Cha,” you said strained while gripping the sheets— Oscar became more intense. “Osc,” you whimpered as you legs started to shake uncontrollably— Charles became became more precise. It was like they were dialed-in to the competition. They both knew you were getting close. They both wanted to be the one to get you to the finish first.

“I missed hearing you cry out my name,” Oscar said from above you. You felt yourself gripping around him even tighter.

“Come on baby,” Charles said before kissing you again, “we want to watch your pretty face as you cum all over us.” Your back arches instinctively to his words.

And then you felt it. The heat in your core suddenly burst and spread to every part of your body. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as euphoria consumed you. As they still worked you through your finish. It wasn’t until your cry’s stopped that they considered you done.

Charles planted a kiss on the rosiest part of your cheek. “So beautiful,” he said softly.

You felt Oscar extract his fingers from you, glistening from the wet of you. He slowly lifted his fingers up to his mouth, put them in, and sucked your wet off of them. “Taste so good, too,” he said with a groan.

Charles didn’t even let you catch your breath before flipping you around. He propped you up onto your hands and knees. Before you knew it, Oscar was shuffling the bottom half of himself directly underneath your face.

There’s no denying that you had no idea what to expect going into this. Rolling with the punches has gotten you this far, though. And you were honestly really into it. So why stop now?

You noticed Oscar’s dick immediately after he settled beneath you. Long, thick, and probably the hardest you’ve ever seen him. It was when you started rubbing him through his pants that you felt Charles press himself into the back of you. Your back arched in immediate response, causing Charles to groan under his breath.

You heard him shuffle to take his clothes off and Oscar did the same. Starting with his shirt, and you helped him with his pants.

Charles rubbed your ass sweetly, then moved his hand up to the middle of your back. “You ready, amor?” He asked before pushing you down, forcing your rear to arch more and your face to get closer to Oscar’s cock.

You took Oscar into your hand and slowly licked from his base to the tip. “Mhm,” you said in response to Charles as you locked eyes with Oscar. Immediately after, you felt Charles enter you slowly, deliberately.

You started slowly on Osc too, matching the tempo of Charles behind you. Building the sensation and tension between the three of you. Oscar reached up to run his fingers through your hair before gripping down. He pushed you further onto him, you felt him reach the back of your throat. All the while Charles pushed himself deeper into you, reaching all the way up to your cervix.

The feeling of both of them at once was a lot, almost too much even. But you couldn’t hear them both wincing at you and calling out your name, which only fueled your pleasure even more. You moaned onto Oscar’s cock as Charles hit your sweet spot repeatedly. All three of you were a wreck.

You could feel Charles gripping your hips as Oscar gripped the sheets next to you. With both of them pulsing inside of you, you knew they were getting close.

“Oh my fuck-“ Charles said from behind you, voice hoarse.

“Right there…” Oscar’s voice broke, “right there.”

It was hard for you to keep going knowing that you were on your breaking point too. Hearing them speak your name as you give them pleasure, having them both like this gives you a different sense of euphoria.

And then you felt it again, the heat took over your body. An equilibrium of fire and desire. Where for a second everything goes quiet, and all you can process is how you feel. Then warmth filled your mouth and cunt almost at the exact same time. You felt both of them squirm in you, jolting at the sensation of their own orgasms, letting them both finish in you.

The aftermath consisted of each of you catching your breath. You lifted yourself away from both of them and sat upright on the bed. You took in the sight of both of them, Charles rosy in the face and Oscar with beads of sweat formed on his chest.

You figured you’d feel awkward, maybe even ashamed by this point. But that wasn’t the case. You switched your gaze between the both of them, flashing them both a smile. You felt taken care of, loved.

Oscar pulled you into his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “You okay? We weren’t too much right?” He asked considerably.

You leaned into him, sinking into the warmth of him. “No, it was perfect,” you said back in reassurance.

Charles planted a long, passionate kiss on your lips and rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “You did so good, love.”

Staying in Oscars embrace, you wrapped and arm around Charles’ side and pushed backwards so that all of you were laying down on the bed. The boys laughed at your silliness, and that laughter turned into conversation. The conversation wasn’t even about your sex, but about everything else in the world. How each of you enjoyed the party earlier on in the night, what they were most excited about when they get back into season, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was and what it said about you. Here and there the conversation would break for one of them to kiss you, but then it would continue on like normal again.

After talking for what felt like forever, the conversation broke and the three of you decided to get up and get dressed. As you were putting your shirt on, Oscar posed a question.

“So, who do you think was better?” His question was interlaced with both curiosity and sultry.

You pretended like you were trying to choose by looking at him, then Charles, then him, then Charles again. The truth was, you didn’t have an answer.

“Hm,” you said with your arms crossed and an alluring smile spread across your face, “I think we’ll have to do this a few more times before I decide.”

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disclaimers

i do not own any real person mentioned in these stories. these individuals’ real lives and selves are NOT accurate depictions of my storytelling. i do not consent to the republishing of these stories under the claim that they are the work of anyone else other than me and this page.

“So when were you going to tell me?” Oscar asked quietly over your shoulder as you sipped from your wine glass. You were standing by the edge of the balcony at your mutual friend’s apartment in Monaco, simply enjoying the warm summer evening surrounded by your friends.

You asked Charles to join you tonight. You figured it was time to introduce him to your friend group, since things have gotten serious between the two of you in the last six months of seeing each other.

You swiftly turned to face Oscar straight on, holding your wine glass close to your face in a subconscious manner. Like you were hiding from him. “I figured you’d have caught on by now,” you stated as confidently as you could.

A part of you thought he actually would’ve realized you were seeing Charles by now. The other part of you knew you should’ve told him before you and Charles showed up together.

You and Oscar have been long-time friends, since he moved to Europe to pursue racing. He’s always told you that you were the reason why he stayed when the beginning of his career was tough. You never really believed that though, despite if it was the truth or not. That’s the real reason why you should’ve been honest with him about Charles. The fact that you’ve been frequently hooking up with Osc since you were young adults should also probably contribute to the reason too.

But it was never serious. At least not to both of you at the same time. Every time one of you found an actual partner, the other person would back off. At least visibly. But whenever Osc had a girlfriend, you caught yourself sometimes wishing that it was you instead.

Oscar let a giggle, but it was actually more like a scoff. “Well, I figured you were seeing someone for the past few months, but not him.”

Your eyes focused in on his. “Is it a problem?” You asked, a little offended.

“I mean…” He paused for a second, breaking your eye contact. He looked back at you a little disappointed. “It’s just that I literally race against him, like all of the time. It’s kinda uncomfortable.”

You felt his disappointment in you. It hit you like a bus. You were disappointed in yourself, too. And you knew he was right.

“Fuck, Osc, you’re right.” You stretched out and wrapped your arms around his neck, wine glass and all. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I should’ve.” You breathed softly into his shoulder.

You both pulled away from each other simultaneously, but now a different air filled the gap between you.

“Does he know about…us?” He asked with his pointer finger and thumb pressing his temples.

You nod, “yeah, he does.”

“Everything?” He asked quickly.

“Pretty much.”

Both of your quick responses sent the cue that this uncomfortable conversation is best to be over.

And you were being mostly honest with him. Charles knows you and Oscar are good friends. He knew that before you even met. You’ve spent a lot of time in the McLaren garage over the years. That’s how he noticed you in the first place, after all.

Charles approached you for the first time during media day for the Chinese GP earlier in the year. You were in line to get a coffee at a vendor, and he was walking through the paddock during downtime. He walked up to you while you were in line and asked if you’d like to come back to the Ferrari hospitality to get a coffee with him instead. You said yes for a few reasons. You always thought Charles was cute, and now you knew he was a gentleman. Also, you could never really say no to a new adventure. Charles told you over coffee that he’d been wanting to talk to you since last season, but he’d never found the courage. Six months later and he loves to claim he has balls now.

About 3 months into your relationship with Charles is when you told him that you’ve been intimate with Oscar in the past. To ease his mind, and for him not to question your friendship with Osc, you told him a little white lie. That you’d only had sex with Oscar twice.

It was a lot more than twice. More times than you could count.

During Oscar’s first season at McLaren, you were with him almost every night after a Sunday race. Having a celebration of your own.

But those days are behind you now. You were ready for something serious, and thankfully now you’ve found it with Charles. You’re equally thankful that you’re still friends with Oscar, too.

You noticed Charles walking up to you and Oscar from across the balcony. You finished off the last of your wine, which was more like a large gulp than a sip.

“Hey,” you said sweetly as Charles got closer. Oscar turned slightly, awkwardly side-eyeing Charles as he found his place next to the two of you.

“Belle,” Charles said charmingly as he kissed your forehead. “Hey, Oscar,” Charles reached out to dap Osc up, which he reciprocated. “How’s summer break been?”

“It’s been good, mate. Lot’s of recovery, but excited to get back to work,” Osc said with a soft smile.

Charles tipped his glass of scotch to Oscar. “You’ve got a title to defend, huh?” Charles took a quick sip.

The energy between the two of them suddenly shifted into something strong and intense. You decided to cut it off as soon as you caught wind of the change.

“Huh uh, we’re not talking about work today,” you said sternly. You softly grabbed Charles’ hand and pulled him in the opposite direction. “I’d like another drink, come with me,” you said.

You heard Charles giggling from behind you as you pulled him through the sliding doors into the kitchen. You found your place at the island in the middle of the room.

“You need to be nice,” you said as you poured another glass of wine for yourself, not making eye contact with Charles.

“Oh, chérie,” Charles said as he pushed your chin up to face him, “I’ve known Oscar almost as long as you have, he knows I’m messing with him.”

“Mhm.” You said back quickly.

Charles filled his own glass with more scotch, and grabbed a handful of grapes from the charcuterie board that was on set on the island. He popped one into your mouth, then another into his.

“Thank you for bringing me here tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you for coming, I’m happy you wanted to meet my friends,” you said back.

He set his drink down and wrapped his hands around your waist. Charles leaned in to give you a kiss on your cheek, he kept it there for a brief moment. “You look so beautiful tonight, and I can’t stop thinking about something,” he whispered.

“Hmm, what’s that?” You whispered back.

Charles separated himself from you, but only ever so slightly. Just enough to look directly into your eyes. “Ruining you.”

In a split second, Charles grabbed your hand and made his way towards to staircase. The sudden movement caused your body to turn before your head. Before your eyes could follow him, you caught a glimpse of the look on Oscar’s face as Charles walked you towards the stairs. Firm is the only way you could’ve described it.

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Once you made it upstairs, you and Charles entered a guest bedroom of your friend’s house. The room was familiar, you’ve stayed in the room many times. Usually on nights when you get too drunk to go home. A few of them being with Oscar. You thought of this briefly, but it passed as soon as Charles closed the door behind you both and backed you against it.

His lips crashed into yours, his tongue grazing your lip— as if he needed an invitation. You faintly heard the sound of him messing with the doorknob beside you, seemingly locking it, but you tuned it out when the taste of his tongue hit you. He tasted like scotch and warmth, and you honestly liked it.

He lifted you by the back of your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed into you harder, the door softly creaking behind you. You lifted his shirt off of him from the bottom up. Immediately your lips met again and you ran your fingers through his thick hair. He’s let it grow out some over the break.

Charles lips traveled down to your neck, causing you to grip your fingers into his hair. He took this as his sign to sink his teeth in and suck. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Charles groaned at your noise, happy with himself that you’re already turned on. Little did he know, you’ve been turned on since he started giving Oscar shit downstairs.

Charles pulled away from your neck and looked at you now. His lips were more red than usual, slightly wet even. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and you could almost hear his heartbeat in your ears. “I told you, I’m going to ruin you,” he said as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He rushed you to the bed, still holding you the same way. You couldn’t help but laugh when he put you onto the bed. He borderline threw you onto it. He was eager. He placed himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, and pulled you by your hips so that your lower half was hanging off the edge. He gently pulled off your skirt, wrapped your legs around the back of his neck, and began to work this magic.

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Back downstairs, Oscar couldn’t believe that you’d go fuck your boyfriend right after he just met all of your friends, in a house that’s not even yours. Then he remembered that this is something you’ve done before. That you’ve both done before. He slammed the rest of his drink.

“How you feeling?” Your mutual friend said as she approached Oscar on the balcony.

“Uhh, I’m alright, how about yourself,” he said timid.

Your mutual friend paused for a second as she looked out to the scene beyond the balcony. “I like Charles, I think he’s good for her, don’t you think?”

“Mhm…” Oscar’s facing the opposite direction as your friend, looking into the house. “Hey, I’m probably gonna head out of here, just getting tired.”

Your friend turned towards him with a soft smile. Her expression told Oscar that she could see through his lie. “Alright, well thanks for coming, it was good to see you.” She patted him on his shoulder in goodbye.

“Mm, thanks for having me,” he nodded back.

Oscar remembered that his jacket was left upstairs in your friend’s bedroom. At first, he was reluctant to even go up to retrieve it knowing that Charles and you were up there, but with the season resuming he didn’t know when he’d be back to get it. He walked up the stairs while messaging his driver to come get him from the building.

Preoccupied by contacting his driver and every other thought running through his head, his muscle memory took over as he walked into the bedroom you and him used to share.

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At this point, Charles has gotten you almost to the edge. He’s already played with you using his fingers, complimenting you on how you are just so fucking wet for him. Then, he introduced his tongue into the mix, licking circles around your clit while two fingers pushed in and out of your cunt. He didn’t forget to tell you how fucking good you tasted either.

And you seriously were almost there. The feeling burning in your core was hot and intense, it would’ve engulfed you in just the next few moments. You were prepared to scream out Charles’ name as you shook and came into him. Unfortunately for you, you found yourself screaming the other name that you knew all too well.

“Oscar!” You screamed as the door was now open and he was standing in the door frame. Any feeling of pleasure was ceased, now you were just mortified. Charles sprung off of the floor and threw himself onto you to cover you up, somehow wiping his mouth of you simultaneously.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled as he covered his eyes with his hands. “I was just trying to get my jacket!” You could tell his skin was flush and that he was embarrassed.

Your hand pressed into your temples as you tried to process whatever the fuck was happening in that moment. “Shit,” you said softly under your breath.

You felt Charles move your hand out of the way. His eyes locked into yours from above you. But something was different about his gaze. It was curious. He looked like he was trying to ask you something. Charles was asking you if…

If you wanted to have a threesome with your boyfriend and your best friend?

All you could do was blink.

“Alright, I’m sorry okay,” Oscar said as he turned around to close the door. His hand was still over his eyes, so finding the door handle consisted of him flailing his arm around. When that failed, he gave up and took a peep through his fingers to find it. What he saw, though, was you looking at him straight on.

“Osc, wait,” you said softly before you could even fully make up your mind.

Oscar dropped his hand but still stayed by the door. You gently waved your hand in the air, gesturing to come in. You saw his eyes dart to Charles. Charles’ response was just to give you a kiss on your cheek.

Charles lifted himself off of you and instead sat next to you. You hoisted yourself up from your position to your feet and made your way towards Oscar. The only thing covering you at this point was your bra.

Your eyes locked with Oscar’s as you extended your hand to him. “Do you want to come in?” You asked gently. You heard him take a deep breath in, and on the exhale his hand met with yours. As you walked him into the bedroom, you heard the door close behind you.

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