Diane Has A Threesome

I woke up late the next day and was a bit startled to find myself alone. For an instance, I thought it was a dream. All of it -- the affair with Jean-Claude, the sex with Luc, the sex with both of them. Perhaps I had woken up in my own bedroom after a crazy dream. But I hadn't. I looked out the window at the pristine backyard that wasn't mine. I was in Jean-Claude's house. The clock on the wall read 9am. The house was silent. Where was he? Where was Luc?

I contemplated. Two men in the same day. Who would have thought shy, studious Diane would ever be so adventurous? So slutty? Dare I say so sexy? I have been such a proper nerd my whole life, I could not have imagined this. If I told anyone, they simply wouldn't believe it.

I've never particularly thought of myself as sexy. I can clean up well I suppose, but I've never been one of those women that men fawn over. I'm cute and nice and can fix your excel spreadsheet. I'm certainly not the woman who has affairs or multiple lovers or threesomes. I didn't exactly have a threesome, but two men in one day is as close as I've ever gotten.

I remember when I lost my virginity in college so many years ago -- I had such a monogamous heart -- I was convinced he was the only one for me -- that would we got married and spend the rest of our lives together. When we broke up, I was so devastated that it took me well over a year to try and date again, let alone sleep with someone. And since then, it would always take me at least six months before I could date anyone after a breakup. It's shocking that in the last month I've slept with three men.

As I was thinking about all of this, my cell phone rang. It was my boyfriend Max. We hadn't spoken in a few days. "How is your weekend going?" he asked.

I had no idea how to answer that question...good? I guess? I've never had a weekend where I swallowed a lovers' load and then fucked his friend. I'm sure that's not what Max wanted to hear. I wanted to tell him everything -- but of course I didn't. I missed him. I felt guilty after hanging up -- one day I will tell Max everything, but today was not the day. And certainly not over the phone.

I took a long hot shower. I was feeling refreshed but still needed some caffeine. I threw on a tank top and some shorts, headed to the kitchen and made myself some coffee. I found some very high-end expensive Turkish coffee grounds. It smelled wonderful. That first sip felt so good -- like wearing an old soft hoodie.

I curled up on the couch with my fancy coffee and played with my phone -- texting Jean-Claude -- "Where Are You?"

I heard water running. Someone was taking a shower. I followed the sound and made my way to the Master Bedroom. The door was open and as I walked through it I could see the master bathroom. Through the glass shower door, I saw Luc.

I had seen and felt his body up close the day before, of course, but as the water ran down his slim torso, I noticed him in another light. He didn't realize I was watching him. I liked being a voyeur. It was all the more satisfying, like stealing a piece of candy.

I couldn't help but think about our impromptu sex the day before. My affair with Jean-Claude is crazy enough, but fucking Luc is probably the craziest thing I'd ever done. I had known him for less than a day and fucked him. I really fucked him. I don't think I had ever had sex in that position -- against a wall with a leg over my lover's shoulder. I couldn't maintain that position the day before but seeing Luc's taut backside and pretty penis made me want to try again.

Before I could act on my lust, Jean-Claude appeared. I was startled. Perhaps a bit embarrassed. How long was he watching me? Wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, he grinned and asked, "Enjoying the show?" He kissed me. I kissed him back.

We made out playfully -- his tongue dancing with mine -- I could taste coffee on his breath. I could feel his hands on my ass -- kneading and separating my cheeks as he grew against me. I knew what he wanted and I was happy to give it to him. He took off my tank top while I stepped out of my shorts. I pulled his boxers down and fell to my knees.

I looked up at him gleefully as he played with my hair. I stroked him, handling his penis like my favorite toy. I kissed his cockhead. He felt warm and wonderful against my lips. I fellated him slowly and sensually -- enjoying the glorious feeling of his big beautiful penis in my mouth.

I had never been particularly enthusiastic giver of blowjobs, and deep throating was not something I ever even attempted. But the last few months with Jean-Claude had made me into an all out cock monster. I feel sexy and powerful with his cock in my mouth. I feel proud when I deep throat him. I couldn't do it when we first got together, but now it's almost effortless -- I had him all the way down. His entire cock was in my mouth -- my lower lip was kissing his scrotum. I massaged his balls with my hand.

He groaned happily. I feel such joy when I bring my lover pleasure. "That's so amazing," he mumbled as I continued to lick his balls with his cock down my throat.

"It looks Amazing," I heard from the other side of the room -- Luc chiming in with his thick French accent.

Startled, I looked up at Jean-Claude -- his cock still buried in my mouth. He looked down at me with a kind smile and stroked my hair. Jean-Claude's cock is so mesmerizing that I had forgotten we were not alone.

I slowly removed him from my mouth and turned my head. Luc was standing maybe 10 feet away from me, naked and freshly showered. How could I have forgotten this beautiful man whose body I was admiring only a few minutes ago? Whose cock was inside of me only a day ago? I don't think I had forgotten him. There was some part of me that wanted Luc to watch us. To watch me show off my newly found fellatio skills.

Still on my knees, I looked up at Jean-Claude. In his eyes, I saw longing and lust. I had seen that look before but not like this. This was stronger. Much stronger. I still had his rock hard cock in my hand. I stroked him slowly while maintaining eye contact. I knew. Without saying a word, I knew. He wanted me to go for it.

I had spent the last few months shocking myself with my own sexual behavior, but this was beyond anything I could have imagined. I gently let go of his cock and kissed it. I looked back at Luc and smiled. I crawled to him until his cock was inches from my face. He wasn't quite as big as Jean-Claude, but his penis was so pretty.

On all fours, I put it in my mouth. I could taste the soap from his recent shower as I made out with his cock. Pulling him in deeper, I gave him the same glorious blowjob that I gave Jean-Claude. My nose pressed against his pubic bone, his cock down my throat, my tongue tickling his balls. He groaned as if he were in heaven.

I was the one in heaven. An epic sexual energy was overtaking me. I was in a trance -- dripping wet and cooing in delight. I was in heat.

I felt Jean-Claude's hands on my ass. I felt his cock against my pussy. As I continued to suck Luc, I felt Jean-Claude inside of me. It was happening. It was really happening. The most forbidden of sexual acts -- a devils threesome, and studious, nerdy Diane was in the center of it. I was on all fours with Luc in my mouth and Jean-Claude in my pussy.

I felt like a goddess. Jean-Claude's deep rhythmic penetration quickly drove me over the edge. An orgasm overtook me. My pussy spasmed as I let out muffled squeals -- there was only so much noise I could make with Luc's cock down my throat.

This pushed the men over the edge -- Jean-Claude unloaded into me with one long groan, while Luc came in my mouth. I swallowed each blast of his semen, but there was just so much. Some of it oozed out of my mouth and covered my chin. Jean-Claude also had an impressively large load -- I could feel his cum drip out of me. I was one cum-filled, freshly fucked mess.

My legs felt shaky as they helped me to my feet. With the remnants of Luc's cum still in my mouth and on my face, I kissed Jean-Claude. I gave him a long, open mouthed luxurious kiss. I then turned to Luc and gave him the same beautiful kiss.

I needed to clean up, so I made my way to the shower -- the same shower Luc was using -- it's a big glass enclosed shower with plenty of room -- I was joined by my two lovers.

They playfully lathered my body with soap -- they both faced me as I leaned against the shower wall -- the water hitting me from the side. Their hands were on my breasts, my ass, my torso. Four hands on my body -- I felt worshipped. I returned the favor -- playfully stroking their soapy cocks.

With a cock in each hand, I could feel them recovering. Jean-Claude leaned in to kiss me while Luc stroked and licked my right breast. I could feel Luc's fingers gently stroking my pussy. The water was still running. It was utter delight -- hands, mouths, tongues on my body. The sensation of the water running down my body and the feel of growing cocks in my hand. I was getting very wet inside and out.

I went to turn the water off. Luc snuggled up behind me -- his hands ogling my breasts and his hard cock against my backside. I bent over and braced myself against the side shower wall. He grabbed my hips and took me from behind. Hard. He pounded me for several minutes -- the shower echoed with grunts and groans and slapping skin. I came and let out a long happy scream -- which sent Luc over the edge.

Luc pulled out and almost instantly Jean-Claude took his place. I barely had a second to recover before Jean-Claude filled me with his big cock. It was startling. And sexy. I let out a shriek, which soon became a deep moan. Jean-Claude picked up right where Luc left off...a slower, steady rhythm that brought me to yet another climax. Jean-Claude pulled out and finished himself off -- I felt the spurts of his hot semen on my back and butt as I recovered from my third orgasm of the morning.

We were all spent. After cleaning the cum off my ass we all made our way to the bed and simply collapsed. We all fell into a long deep sleep.

A few hours later, I opened my eyes. I was alone. The King Size bed felt enormous. I surveyed the room. I glanced at the floor where I was spit-roasted for the fire time in my life, and then at the shower where Luc and Jean-Claude took turns with me. I smiled, stretched and yawned.

Luc appeared at the door. "Lets get some breakfast," he offered.

That sounded like a great idea. I was hungry.