Author: Akiko

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I said I’d sound her out first. Hannah sighed, kissed me and went to sleep. It seemed a sensible, gentle plan.

It was not a sensible, gentle plan.

I found Jess in the lounge that evening, cross-legged on the sofa with wine and a rom-com, in pyjama shorts and a vest. I sat down, cleared my throat, and tried to explain without actually saying anything.

“So Hannah and I,” I began, “have been talking. And we both think you’re really… lovely. And attractive. And that you might be, um, open to…”

Jess slowly put down her wine.

“Tom,” she said. “Are you asking me if I want a threesome with you and Hannah?”

“I’m not asking anything. I’m exploring.” I was sweating. “It’s a hypothetical.”

“It’s the most terrifying hypothetical of my life.” She was bright red, then she got the giggles, then she stopped. “Is this a test? Is she hiding behind the door?”

At which point the door swung open and Hannah, in her dressing gown, said, “I couldn’t sleep. How’s it going?”

Jess screamed into a cushion for ten solid seconds.

“I’d have said yes,” she said, finally, muffled. “If you’d both just asked me, like normal people. Not like this. I need to think. Not tonight.”

“Okay,” Hannah said gently. “Whenever.”

Upstairs, Hannah pushed me on the bed, straddled me and stuffed her knickers in my mouth.

“Muppet,” she whispered, and rode me until I couldn’t speak.

Ending 10 of 16: Not Tonight. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I stepped in.

The water was hot and loud, and Jess’s hands were on my chest before the door shut. She kissed me with soap in her hair and wet curls plastered to her shoulders. Her body was soft and slippery in my hands, full breasts pressed against me, her hips wide enough to hold on to. “Condom?” she gasped. I’d put one in my pocket, God help me.

I rolled it on, lifted her against the tiles and she took me in with a shaking cry, one leg hooked over my arm. We fucked fast and slick, her back squeaking on the wall, my mouth on her wet nipples, the water drumming on my shoulders. She came in under three minutes, biting my shoulder. I turned her to the wall, took her from behind, one hand between her legs, and came with a roar I smothered in her neck.

By ten to eight she was dressed and downstairs, laying the table. I hung two wet towels on the radiator next to her thong and a damp bra, and sat down with my coffee looking as innocent as a man can.

Hannah came in at eight, kissed us both, and sniffed.

“Two towels on the rad,” she said. “And the bathroom smells like Jess’s shampoo and your aftershave.”

“Hot water’s a nightmare,” I said.

“Is it?” She hung up her coat. She smiled at me for a beat too long. “Funny. I’d have said it was mostly your idea.”

She poured herself a tea and said nothing more. I spent the next hour not breathing.

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I put the towel back on the rail, said, “I can’t, Jess. I’m sorry,” and walked out, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I heard her breathe out, and the shower started again.

I went down and put the kettle on. I couldn’t stop shaking, because I wanted her, and because for the first time in my life I’d said no to something I wanted, and it felt like swallowing glass.

At eight the key turned. Hannah came in, pale with tiredness, dropping her bag, and I met her in the hall and kissed her so hard she gasped against my mouth.

“Someone’s missed me,” she mumbled.

“Come to bed.”

“Tom, I’ve been up for twenty hours…”

“Come to bed, Han.”

I stripped her in the bedroom with the curtains half drawn, kissing her everywhere, her throat, her flat stomach, her small perfect breasts. I pushed her back on the bed and went down on her, eager, greedy, until her tiredness melted into long, shaking moans and her hands gripped my hair. She came, loud, in a way that I knew full well Jess would hear through the wall.

Then I pushed into her, deep and slow, and she wrapped her legs round me and whispered, “God, you’re ravenous today.” We fucked slowly, with the sun coming through the curtain gap, and I came inside her with my face in her neck.

“Mm,” she said, drowsy, kissing me. “I should leave for work more often.”

Down the hall, the shower had stopped. I didn’t tell her why I was crying a little, or why I was smiling.

Ending 8 of 16: Hannah’s Welcome. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I swiped. God help me, I answered.

Hannah’s face filled the screen, tired and pretty under the fluorescent light of the staff room, her hair in a clip. “Hi, you,” she said. “Can’t sleep either?”

“Hi, love.” I dragged the duvet up. My cock was still hard in my fist. “Just lying here.”

“Thought so. Quiet night. I’m bored.” She lowered her voice and her eyes got that glint. “Do you know what I want? Show me what you’re doing under there.”

“Han, I’m not…”

“You’re breathing funny. I know your breathing funny.” She was grinning. “Tom. Get it out for me. Talk to me. Five minutes before the porter comes.”

I should have said no. Instead I propped the phone against the lamp, the duvet fell back, and my wife watched me stroke myself on camera, telling me in a murmur what she’d do when she got home. My phone buzzed over and over, Jess’s texts piling up under the call, and Hannah said, “Who’s that?” and I said, “Spam,” and groaned.

Through the wall, very faintly, I heard Jess giggle.

I came with Hannah’s name in my mouth, shuddering, while she bit her lip and pressed her hand between her own thighs. “Good boy,” she said. “See you at eight.”

The call ended. My phone buzzed again. Jess: i can HEAR you. nice. and also, weird, and also i’m so turned on that i’m about to explode. love u both. night x

Ending 7 of 16: Break Time. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I let the call ring out. It’s the one thing in this story I’m properly ashamed of.

I pushed the duvet off, wrapped my fist round myself and typed one-handed: I’m staying here. You stay there. Let me hear you.

The wall answered. A long moan. The bed squeaking, her breath coming in short, hiccuping gasps. I pressed my palm against the plaster as though I could feel her heat through it. I told her, out loud, in a whisper, everything I’d do. How I’d spread her open. How I’d go down on her until she begged me to stop and then not stop. How I’d come inside her, slowly, and make her tell me when.

“Tom,” she gasped, so clear through the wall that she might have been in the bed. “Tom, I’m going to. Please. Say my name.”

“Jess,” I said. “Jess. Fuck. Come for me.”

She came with a cry that she smothered with the pillow, and the sound of it, the helpless catch of it, tipped me over. I came in thick hot bursts across my stomach, groaning, shaking, my palm still flat on the wall.

Then silence. Our breathing slowed, in sync.

My phone lit up. Hannah had given up and sent a text instead. love u. busy night. x

And under it, from the other side of the wall: well. that’s going to make breakfast awkward x

I lay in the dark with come cooling on my skin, and laughed until it hurt.

Ending 6 of 16: Through the Wall. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I told her it was a mistake and went upstairs.

I lay in our bed with my hand over my eyes, my cock still throbbing, hating myself. Through the wall I heard her come up, close the door, and cry. It was small and wet and muffled. I put the pillow over my head and thought about knocking.

I didn’t. I’m not sure whether that was virtue or cowardice.

At seven I came down to find Jess in the hall in her coat with her suitcases packed. Her eyes were swollen.

“Marcie’s got a sofa,” she said brightly. “Hannah knows. I told her I’d be too much of a nightmare for a whole fortnight. She cried, the soppy cow.”

“Jess…”

“For the record.” She stepped close and kissed my cheek. Her mouth was soft and her hand pressed, for just a second, against the front of my jeans. “I’d have said yes. To everything. All night.”

Then she picked up her bags, plucked the red knickers off the radiator, stuffed them in her pocket and said, “Evidence,” and was gone, the door banging in the draught.

Hannah came home at eight and cuddled me, smelling of toast, and said it was such a shame, she’d loved having Jess around.

That night I lay in the big bed with my wife asleep beside me and the wall quiet at last. I came into my own hand at three, silent, in the dark, thinking of a dimple and a red thong, and I wasn’t sure which of us I was betraying.

Ending 5 of 16: Quiet Wall. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I sat down and pulled her into my side. She curled against me with her head on my chest and her bare legs across my lap, and I stroked her hair and let her talk. About Callum. About her mum. About how she’d never be the quiet, sensible girl people wanted. I told her she was the best thing in any room. Somewhere in there she stopped crying and started giggling.

“Tom,” she whispered, “you’ve got a massive hard-on and it’s digging into my arse.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“Not really.”

She snorted, buried her face in my T-shirt and said, “This is the worst idea we’ve ever had.” Then she yawned. Within ten minutes she was snoring softly, one hand tucked in my waistband, her soft breast squashed against my arm. I never made it upstairs.

At eight the key turned in the front door.

Hannah stood in the hall with her coat on, taking in the scene: me, wide awake and rigid under a blanket, her best friend asleep on top of me in her knickers, a cold cup of tea on the floor.

Her eyebrows rose slowly.

“Pancakes?” she said.

Later, after Jess had gone off to shower, burning pink, Hannah dragged me upstairs, stripped, pushed me on the bed and sank down onto my cock without a word. She rode me hard, fingers digging into my chest, until we both came. “Mine,” she said, panting. “I’m only saying.”

“Always,” I said, and meant it.

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I carried her into our bedroom and laid her on the bed, on Hannah’s side. I told myself it was just because it was nearer.

I put on the condom. Jess pulled me between her thighs and I slid into her, hot and tight, and the bed we’d bought together took her weight with a familiar groan. She wrapped her legs round me, gripped my arse and said, “Harder, Tom, please,” and I gave it to her. We fucked on top of the covers, the lamp off, Hannah’s pillow squashed under Jess’s curls and her perfume on the sheets, mixed with Jess’s coconut. She came with a long, shaking moan. I rolled her on top and she rode me, breasts swinging, one hand braced on the wall.

I was close, breathing her name, when the landing light came on.

I hadn’t heard the car. I hadn’t heard the key. The ward had sent a few staff home at four, short on patients, and Hannah stood in the doorway in her scrubs and coat with her bag still on her shoulder.

Nobody moved. Jess was still on top of me, still full of me, and it felt like the longest second of my life.

“Well,” Hannah said, quietly. “That’s a bit of a surprise.”

She looked at the bed. At her pillow. At Jess’s face, white as paper.

Then she put her bag down very gently, as if it might break, and went downstairs. A minute later I heard the front door close, and the car start.

Ending 3 of 16: Hannah’s Side. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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We stayed. She wasn’t wrong about the wonky leg, but I stopped noticing it.

I rolled the condom on, and she pulled me down and guided me into her. She was tight, hot and so wet I slid in with one slow push, and we both stopped, foreheads together, panting.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Oh, that’s so good.”

I fucked her slowly first, deep strokes, her heels in the small of my back, her breasts shaking. Then faster. She dug her nails into my shoulders and bit my collarbone to stay quiet. I flipped her over, pulled her hips up and took her from behind, one hand in her curls, the other flat against the wall, our wall, the one shared with my bedroom, and the headboard banged against it so hard I laughed into her hair.

“Shh,” she giggled, and pushed back harder.

She came with her face crushed in the pillow, shuddering round me. I followed, spilling into the rubber with a groan I swallowed in her neck.

Afterwards we lay there breathing, her head on my chest.

“Once,” she said.

“Once,” I agreed.

At ten to eight Hannah came home and kissed me in the hall, smelling of toast and hand gel. “Good night?” she asked.

“Quiet,” I said.

Upstairs, Jess’s door was closed, and the red knickers on the radiator were gone. Hannah smiled at me, and for a terrible second I couldn’t tell what her smile meant.

Ending 2 of 16: Just Once. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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Hannah swapped her shift. At eight that evening we sat Jess down on the sofa with a bottle of wine, and Hannah said it all in her calm ward-sister voice: that I fancied her, that she did too, that we’d both like her in our bed tonight, but only if she wanted it, and she could say no without it changing a thing.

Jess went scarlet, then white, then looked from one of us to the other. “Is this a wind-up?”

“No,” said Hannah, and kissed her.

It was slow and open-mouthed. Jess whimpered. When they broke apart she was gasping. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes, God, yes. Please. Both of you.”

Upstairs, Hannah undressed her like unwrapping something precious and laid her across our bed. I watched my wife part her best friend’s thighs and lick her, long and slow, while Jess clawed the sheets and cried out. “Tom,” Hannah said, over her shoulder, “come here and fuck me.”

I took her from behind, her face in Jess’s soft belly, Jess’s fingers tangled in her bob. Then Jess pulled me out and onto my back and rode me, big breasts bouncing, grinding down, while Hannah sat on her face and kissed me upside down. I felt Jess come around my cock, clenching hard, shouting Hannah’s name.

We swapped and swapped again. Hannah on top, Jess licking where we joined. Me spilling over both their tits, Hannah kissing it off her.

Afterwards we lay in a sticky, giggling pile.

“Same time tomorrow?” said Jess.

“Every night of the fortnight,” said Hannah. “And then we’ll talk about the rest of the year.”

Ending 1 of 16: All Three. You found the full happy ending.

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