The weird times of the UK lockdown found me and my boyfriend, Ryan, hunkered down in his apartment for two straight months. With my family miles away, it was just the two of us, save for his parents occasionally dropping off cooked meals—a lifeline in more ways than one. Our vibrant sex life was a major factor in keeping us sane, along with the two-person parties we hosted every single night in our living room.

Early in the lockdown, one of Ryan's old university friends, Matt, came home for a visit from Dubai, where he worked as a personal trainer. He had been caught here at the wrong time, thinking he'd be able to catch a flight home far more easily than proved true. With nowhere official to stay, he spent weeks bouncing between family and friends' sofas. We had originally agreed to host him for two weeks, but by the time it was our turn, he'd finally managed to organize a flight. In the end, it turned out to be just a single week with us.

It was a welcome change of pace when he arrived—fresh conversation and someone else taking a turn cooking. We were all avid gym-goers, so Matt effortlessly joined our established routines, adding little tips and tricks to mix things up. In the evenings, we stuck to our usual ritual: playing music on YouTube, taking turns picking songs while having a few drinks, and talking until the early hours before we finally went to sleep. It was fun having another energy in the room.

The shift happened on Friday, one of his last two nights with us before his flight. We started with the usual music and drinks, but the conversation took an unexpected turn when we started talking about our sex lives. Matt told us about the girls he’d been seeing in Dubai before meeting his current girlfriend and the difficulties posed by the laws there.

He confessed that the last two months were the longest he'd gone without sex in the past three years. He hadn't even been able to touch himself, always being in someone else's house with people home all day. We told him we’d be climbing the walls if we went that long without it. I even playfully told him he was welcome to masturbate at ours, as long as we were asleep and he cleaned up properly.

When we eventually went to bed, I was incredibly horny after our conversation with Matt—a thrilling mix of feeling like we had slightly overshared, yet excited by the glimpse someone had into the hidden side of our life. About ten minutes into our sex, Ryan was going down on me when he popped his head up.

“I have a crazy idea,” he said out of the blue. “Would you be up for trying a threesome?”

I laughed nervously. “With Matt, do you mean?”

“Yeah, why not?” he replied. “It would be fun.”

I asked if it would feel strange seeing me with someone else. He reassured me it would just be a one-off to try something exciting.

“If you really want to,” I finally said, laughing.

With that, Ryan grabbed his phone and sent the text. We waited a few minutes for a blue tick but didn’t see one. After five minutes, Ryan deleted the message, and we carried on, him going down on me once more.

Five minutes later, the door opened with a quiet, hesitant click. The sight of Matt slipping inside was a shocking mix of surprise and nervousness. I was completely exposed, lying flat with my legs splayed, my breasts fully on show for this practically-stranger who was friends with my boyfriend. Matt stood silently for a moment, then awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed as Ryan carried on.

The feeling of being sexually exposed to this hot guy while Ryan's mouth was still busy between my legs was overwhelming. My mind was racing, trying to reconcile the normalcy of what Ryan was doing with the completely taboo situation Matt's presence created. I was extremely turned on, but the sheer awkwardness was thick enough to cut. Matt just nervously watched, his eyes darting from my face to my chest, unsure where to look.

I decided to take the lead. I broke the tension, signing for him to come closer to my head. With a sudden burst of bravery that shocked even myself, I reached out and plunged my hand into his shorts. He was already solid, and I gave him a quick, firm stroke. I was committed now. The sheer taboo of the situation—my boyfriend going down on me while I was trying to arouse another man—erased all sense of propriety.

Throwing caution completely to the wind, I tried to pull his shorts down. Matt instantly understood and reacted, helping me yank them off and exposing his hard, eager cock. I immediately grabbed it, pulling it towards my mouth. With a jolt, I realized this was the first new cock I’d tasted in years.

I moved into position, but lying flat on my back while trying to reach Matt's cock and simultaneously keep my legs apart for Ryan made the physical position incredibly awkward. It was difficult to feel like I was doing a good job, but that physical difficulty barely registered. The excitement of having a different guy in my mouth was high-octane arousal. That new scent, that new taste—it was electric, a jolt of novelty that amplified the entire scene.

After a few minutes, Ryan pulled back.

“We should swap,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Matt, why don’t you just fuck her?”

Matt awkwardly started to move toward where Ryan had been, seeming ready to take his place between my legs. But I didn't want to be passive. Instinctively, I moved first, climbing on top of Matt instead. I rode him slowly, my actions reserved. I was trying to maintain some sort of control, feeling unsure if the atmosphere could suddenly change or if I was pushing things too far.

Then, he took over. He lifted me, spun me into doggy style, and asserted control. This instant power shift came as a relief; it took the pressure off me to lead or maintain the mood. I finally started to relax and enjoy the situation more, especially as I looked over and saw that Ryan seemed perfectly fine with what was happening.

I felt myself starting to get taken away by it all. It was in this moment of relaxing into the sensation that the unmistakable, wet sound of doggy style sex hit me: the rhythmic, intense slap of Matt's thighs hitting mine. Simultaneously, the sight of Ryan watching us, sitting right next to me, brought me starkly into the reality of what was going on. This collision of sound, sight, and friction was both shocking and highly arousing.

I never realized that was something I’d ever enjoy, having never considered anything like it in my normal life. The intense friction and the noise grounded the unbelievable moment in sharp reality, sending me over the edge. As I came down from that high, Matt slowed his pace and naturally transitioned us onto our backs. Without breaking contact, he moved us until I was lying beneath him in missionary, pinning my legs to my sides.

I remember not knowing what to do with my arms; I’d usually wrap them around Ryan’s waist, but that felt too intimate. Instead, I sort of assisted him in holding my legs back. We fucked like that for five minutes, and the thrill was intense. I could see he was getting close and told him not to finish in me.

He pulled out, and I watched his semen shoot up onto my stomach. As he fell back, I reached for the wet wipes to clean it off. Ryan moved back onto the bed and back on top of me, continuing our sex. I quietly told Matt he could go take a shower if he needed to, and we didn't see him again until the morning.

The next day was awkwardly silent until we started our usual gym circuit. Ryan broke the ice, asking Matt how his cardio was after the previous night.

Matt laughed, saying he felt fine for being two months out of the game.

I cheekily asked if my ass was better than his girlfriend's back home, hinting at his comment to Ryan the night before.

He laughed and said, “You have an incredible ass.”

The rest of the day continued as normal, though there was a palpable tension when we all went to bed later that night. Back in our own bed, the physical memory and the thrill of the previous night were irresistible. Ryan and I were chatting about it when he suggested, "Maybe we should do it again?"

I said yes, but only if he joined in a little more this time. We couldn’t resist the thrill we had experienced the evening before, and so, we ended up doing the exact same thing the very next night. That one week, which should have been entirely forgettable, turned out to be my craziest sex experience.