Breaking Point: A Christmas Eve Confession

Christmas Eve we went out for drinks. Just the three of us like we’ve done a hundred times. My husband, me, and Jacob, his best friend since college. Jacob’s always been around, always easygoing, always with that quiet flirtation that never crossed a line. Until that night.

I wore the little black dress. Tight, low cut, short. No bra so my nipples were visible when the light hit just right. Lace panties that were more for show than function. I didn’t go in planning anything, I swear..but once we were in that booth, something shifted.

I started small.

Sitting between them, I’d lean toward my husband when he spoke, laughing a little too hard, letting my shoulder brush his chest. Then I’d turn to Jacob to answer something he said, resting my hand on the table near his, my knee just barely grazing his under the booth. Nothing anyone could call obvious. Just little touches, little glances, little moments where I’d hold eye contact a second longer than usual.

With my husband I was more open..my foot sliding up his calf, fingers tracing the seam of his jeans under the table, whispering things in his ear that made his hand tighten on my thigh. With Jacob it was subtler..a needy look when our eyes met, letting my dress ride a fraction higher when I shifted, brushing my hair back so my neck was exposed a little longer.

They both noticed.

My husband’s grip on my leg got firmer as the night went on, possessive but quiet. Jacob started leaning in a bit more when he talked to me, voice lower, eyes flicking down to my mouth and back up..like he was trying not to get caught. The air in the booth got thick. I could feel them both watching me, feel the tension building slow and steady.

I didn’t say anything bold. I didn’t need to. It was all in the little things, and the whiskey we had all been nursing. The way I smiled at Jacob when my husband wasn’t looking, the way I let my husband’s hand slide higher without stopping him.

Eventually my husband leaned in close and said “We’re heading home.” He sounded impatient. Jacob didn’t argue. Just nodded, paid his part of the tab, and followed us out.

The ride was quiet. I sat in the back. My husband kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Jacob stared straight ahead, but I could see his hands flexing on his thighs.

When we got inside, my husband shut the door and looked at Jacob. No words at first, just a long look.

“You coming upstairs or going home?”

Jacob looked at me. I didn’t say anything. Just met his eyes and gave the my husband the smallest nod.

We ended up in the bedroom.

My husband kissed me first..hard, claiming me. He pulled back and told Jacob, “She’s been teasing all night. Think she needs to see what happens when she does that.”

I thought they were going to take control.

They didn’t.

My husband entered me first, slow and deep, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, you’re so wet. God.” He breathed into my neck as my warmth surrounded him. Jacob stood beside the bed, watching eagerly, breathing hard and tracing his hand over the budge in his jeans that had been growing since we left the bar.

That’s when I took over.

I locked eyes with Jacob, held his gaze the whole time and started clenching. Slow, deliberate pulses around my husband’s cock, rolling my walls in waves that milked him from the inside. Making sure Jacob saw every ounce of pleasure on my face.

My husband’s rhythm broke almost immediately. He groaned, hips stuttering, and within seconds he was cumming hard inside me, hands gripping my hips like he couldn’t believe what I was doing to him.

Before he could catch his breath, I reached for Jacob by his belt, cock visibly pulsing in his jeans. I pulled him closer, undoing his belt and breaking him free. I guided him into my aching pussy, still craving to be filled. Then I locked eyes with my husband and did it again. Slow, rhythmic squeezes that stroked Jacob from base to tip.

He lasted even less time.

“Please,” I whispered, looking right at my husband as Jacob lost control and came deep inside me with a broken sound I’d never heard from him before.

They both collapsed beside me, breathing hard, staring at me like I’d just rewritten everything they thought they knew.

Then my husband’s hand slid down my stomach. His fingers found my clit..swollen, coated in both of them..and started rubbing slow, wet circles.

“You feel that?” he murmured, eyes on mine. “Feel how full of us you are?”

Jacob’s fingers joined from the other side, hesitant at first, then more sure, stroking gently through the mess. “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked, voice low and careful. “Tell me how it feels.”

I could barely speak. “So good… please don’t stop…”

My husband kept those steady circles. “Tell me how good you feel right now.”

“So fucking good…”

My response trailed off as the orgasm was building more and more, ready to break me.

They talked me through every second.

“That’s it… moan for me…”

“Tell us how bad you need it.”

I came so hard I saw stars. Shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around their hands while they coaxed me through it with low, gentle praise.

“Good girl… keep cumming… that’s right…”

When I finally went limp, they pulled me close..my husband on one side, kissing my neck and praising me for how well I took them. Jacob stroking my arm and telling me how good I felt.

I don’t know what happens next, but I know we’re all thinking about it.