Labor Day

Author's Note: This is my first piece and its taken a lot of input and encouragement from some very special friends to finally publish it. Your comments and feedback are really appreciated!

Special thanks to Sam and Erin for their time editing.

Finally, Chris, you rock my world.

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I turned the corner, walking down the street towards the bar we agreed on.

I had chosen my clothes with care, a short but otherwise fairly innocent looking sundress with a little tie around my waist, hoping to show off my curves. We had exchanged photos the night before so I was fairly certain I would recognize him when I saw him

I definitely recognized the nervous butterflies in my stomach. It had been so long since I had experienced anything resembling a "first date" that I was feeling a little apprehensive I wouldn't impress. As I walked to meet this stranger I met online, I squeezed my husband's hand. He squeezed mine back.

I did in fact see Alex first, recognizing him immediately. He was about my husband's height and build, but his hair and eyes were dark compared to Chris's blonde hair and blue eyes. Both the men had on short sleeve button down shirts and shorts, both in their mid 20's like me. I stood in the middle in my little red sundress, my ginger hair left down because Alex had specifically said he loved the color.

I gave Alex a hug, feeling my stomach flip from our first contact and introduced him to my husband. We all stood there for a beat; he knew this was strange. We felt strange. We shared a nervous laugh.

I took a breath and turned to the bar, noticing for the first time that no lights were on. This place was known for being open early, even at 11 am when we had agreed to meet, but it looked closed this morning. Maybe they were off for Labor Day? I felt a little moment of panic that this would ruin any chance of...anything, but the boys weren't as concerned. Chris suggested we start down the next street. Something had to be open for lunch.

As luck would have it, the pizza place with a nice bar was open and serving. We all sat at the bar and ordered a beer. I finished mine quickly, letting the bubbles tickle my throat and drown my nerves. No one wanted any food; we passed the time talking about our jobs, our interests. Minutes flew by as we laughed, all leaning towards each other.

I left to use the bathroom, giving my husband some alone time with this stranger, letting him get a sense of how they felt about each other. Alex had assured me he was interested in us both but they deserved some time to see if they had any chemistry.

I washed my hands and dabbed them on my collar before drying them. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, taking a moment for myself to consider how well everything had gone thus far with our first meeting, excited to see where it would lead.

I came back to the bar to see the men sitting close, smiling.

Chris took his turn going to the restroom, as if he knew why I had left and was giving me the same chance. I probably blushed, sitting down at the bar with a man who wasn't my husband but still on a "date" with me. Who knew that the other patrons were thinking, maybe they just saw a group of friends catching up.

Maybe they saw a slut who was meeting a stranger at a bar with her husband to arrange a threesome. I started to get fidgety.

Though my nerves were getting to me, Alex was blessed with boldness that day. He confidently put his hand on my knee and squeezed, smiling at me. I relaxed some, asking if we could leave soon to see if the other bar was open and he agreed. He paid the tab, insisting that he always pays on the first date.

But then the skies opened up, so by the time Chris had returned and we were ready to go it was pouring. The three of us were stranded under the small outside awning, thinking about our vehicles parked several blocks away.

Alex struck a smile, asking if we were up for the adventure. I felt in that moment that I would wade through a literal river to earn that smile again, and though I wasn't looking forward to running through sheets of cold rain, I agreed happily. We dashed through the rain, turning corners and splashing through puddles, the boys shaking water from their hair when we reached a crossing. My dress had definitely suffered the most, clinging to me everywhere. The cold water chilled me, pebbling my nipples and making them stand out through the wet fabric.

Suddenly my "innocent" clothing choice was pretty revealing. Oddly enough, it made me feel bolder.

Instead of going to another bar, I bluntly asked if Alex wanted to come back to our place. He said yes, immediately, but wanted to change his clothes. We agreed to split up and meet again at our house, about 20 minutes outside of the city.

Back at home my husband helped pick my second outfit. A pair of high waisted drawstring shorts made of a thin gauzy cotton, a cut off white t-shirt, and my pale purple lace bralette with a matching thong. The overall effect was casual with a layer of sexy hidden underneath, if anything more happened.

Alex arrived not long after, also having changed into casual shorts and a t-shirt, looking much drier than before. I played hostess and showed him the whole house, then we gathered in our living room.

We sat on the couch together to watch some uninteresting movie, agreeing it seemed like an easy way to relax together. I was in the middle, my husband Chris on my right side, and Alex on the left. I started with my hands tucked in my lap shyly and it evoked the memory of sitting next to a cute boy at the movies. Had I developed any courage since 7th grade? Would I extract my nervous hands from the vise grip between my thighs this time?

I snuck a peek at Alex out of the corner of my eye and saw he was completely turned to face me, ignoring the movie, leaned against the arm of the couch and smiling knowingly. I flashed my eyes at Chris, and he glanced at me with a smile, but turned back to the movie. I blew out all the hot air that I had been holding in and bravely stretched my hands out to lay one on each of their knees.

Settling my hands on two warm knees from two different men, I flexed my fingers to let them lay comfortably. My thumb rubbed in light circles on one leg, though I can't recall now who I was caressing. From there it wasn't nearly as daunting to slide my hands up their thighs, and then further. My fingers brushed lightly through soft leg hair as I explored. With Chris, my husband, my hand found his shaft through his shorts easily, familiar and semi hard, but responsive as always to my touch. I wrapped my hand around him and gave a gentle, loving squeeze as he started to swell.

With Alex, this new man, I just let the back of my hand rub against his bulge. Simply grazing his hard cock, I continued to fondle my husband and reveled in the new sensations. Chris's cock twitched and I knew then that he realized what I was doing, sandwiched between the two of them and touching them. Alex stretched behind me to rest his arm across my shoulders. I leaned against him, my other hand continuing to lightly stroke Chris.

Alex reached up and cupped the back of my neck, squeezing gently with his large hand, absolutely melting me. My head tipped back into his hand, and he tilted me towards him. He was looking at me with such lust, his dark pupils huge. My heart started beating harder and my thoughts started getting fuzzy.

I wanted to kiss him - I hadn't felt that way about another man in years. I sat up, and kissed Chris instead, trying to tell him through that kiss that Yes, I wanted this, more than anything, and I was ready. He broke from my lips and nodded towards Alex, who had been watching us closely. I turned my entire body towards this strange new man and pressed my chest against his, cupping his face gently with my hand before kissing him. I could feel myself shaking gently with nerves and adrenalin. Our lips met and it felt very...wrong at first. Unfamiliar. Alien.

We kept testing the waters, exploring each other until we found a rhythm that worked for us both. I felt his tongue slide against my lips and I pressed against him harder, wanting to be closer. He gently held my hair, tangling his fingers in the curls and rubbing them like strands of silk. Sinking into the corner of the couch, torso to torso, we let our bodies fulfill the lust filled promises we had exchanged over heated texts. When we broke for air I turned to Chris, exuberant, primed to laugh and say something stupid or funny as is my reaction when passion is high.

When I did though, he brushed past me and kissed Alex, who had already started moving towards him once our lips parted.

They met, both leaning across my lap, and I got to hold them as they shared their first kiss. My heart skipped, once, and then started back double time as I watched my sexy bisexual husband make out with a sexy bisexual man I met online.

Watching their lips touch, their heads tilt as they deepened their kiss, I couldn't help but lean forward myself to join them. I was greedy for them. Their shoulders parted to give me access, and my eyes fluttered closed as my face rose. I felt them both press against my mouth and dove in. Cheeks brushed, lips joined and parted, tongues sought each other out as we all shared and explored. I felt hands all over my body when suddenly my shirt was pulled off, revealing me in pale purple lace.

I stopped us there on the couch before more clothes came off and asked if we could just move to the bedroom - I promised I would be more entertaining than the movie. Both men agreed without hesitation and we hurried down the hall. I was in my bra with my shorts still on, and both men were fully clothed. Brushing past the doorframe, I kissed them each again, holding the back of Chris's head as our mouths melted together, then grasping Alex's shirt in my fist as I tasted him again.

I broke apart from them and crawled onto the bed, laying on my stomach in the center. I revelled in the sexy power I felt, posed for them expectantly. Looking up into their eyes from my position, conveniently at abdomen height, I flashed a smile. Two shirts, two pairs of shorts, and two pairs of boxers hit the floor simultaneously. Their eagerness just made my cheshire-cat-smile widen. Then, my eyes dropped I came face to face with two hard, bobbing cocks that needed me.

It was a literal fantasy come true to lay at the foot of my bed and be presented men like this. I gestured for them to get closer. Bracing my hand against my husband's thigh, I leaned to the right and licked his shaft from base to tip in one long, slow stroke while wrapping my hand around Alex for the first time.

My eyes pulled to the left like a magnet, and I licked and kissed my husband's cock delicately while making eye contact with another man.

I wrapped my lips around Chris's penis, wetting him with my saliva, and after plunging him into my mouth several times I was eager to taste the new toy in front of me. I looked up at Chris as I released him from my mouth, and he held my gaze as I pulled back, leaned to my left and met my hand with my lips on the very tip of Alex's already leaking cock.

I took my time gently sucking and teasing it the way I had my husband's. I suctioned my cheeks in while he was deep in my mouth and let my tongue trace wide, lazy circles on the underside of his shaft.

When I pulled back, his foreskin was shiny with my spit. I thought the way it glistened was beautiful, and I was desperate to see it wet from me in an entirely different way.

Ensuring not to neglect either of the delights in front of me, I used my hands to stroke them both for a few moments, taking turns massaging each of their steely lengths and taking them deep in my mouth. I bobbed from pelvis to pelvis, the men leaning close together for me.

Having a cock in my mouth has always been such a turn-on to me. My husband knew this. We had talked about my fantasies in the past, how I craved the feel of velvety skin, throbbing twitching flesh against my tongue. In foreplay he would kneel at my face on our bed and let me make love to his dick with my mouth while he fingered my sopping wet pussy. My brain would fog over deliciously and it drove us both to moaning. In time I would cry that I needed another cock to fill me, that I needed attention on both ends.

One of my greatest fantasies was coming to life being served like this, my heartbeat flooding my ears as I let my body and mouth move the way they wanted to. Chris pulled me to my knees while I was entranced and started undressing me, revealing my heavy breasts, my wide hips, my thick thighs. He skimmed his hands over me while presenting me to Alex, the two of them treating me like a piece of art to be appreciated.

I gently laid back on the pillows and Chris stepped to the side of the bed, next to my head. Alex started crawling up my body, his chest hair scraping along my skin. He pressed me into the mattress with his body and kissed me again, deeply and thoroughly. His arms encircled my head and shoulders and his bare hips met mine. My legs wrapped around his waist as Chris rubbed my head, playing with my hair as he connected with us, and watched closely.

I could feel Alex's hardness against my thigh, agonizingly close to my heat. Hips jerking, panting, we broke our kiss and both turned our heads to my husband. He stared back at two sets of glazed, lust filled eyes. The question hung heavy in the air: do we continue?

My delicious, devoted, devilish husband nodded in the pregnant moment, and a collective breath hissed out.

I felt another man's penis graze my center for the first time since I was 18 years old. Alex shifted his hips to rub against me, sliding between my slick, swollen lips. With slow movements, he let his length slide along my slit, familiarizing himself with me in a torturous way.

He barely pulled away to readjust and press into me completely. He slid out of me and pushed back in just as slowly as my breath hitched. He was about the same size as my husband, but still felt as different as his kiss had. I rocked my hips against him, letting his cock curve into me. He fucked me faster, my body sinking deep into the bed I share with my husband every night as he took me.

Chris climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to my face like he had so many times before. As this stranger we invited into our marriage continued to rock in and out of my hot cunt, my husband pressed his rock hard cock into my mouth and I sucked it with earnest. I lapped at him wetly while Alex grasped my shoulders, pumping in and out of me. My imagination, the playing, all our dirty talk at home; none of it had prepared me for the bliss of being airtight with dick.

I was so lost, I barely noticed when Alex shifted slightly, bracing a hand on the bed. He lifted his head, cheek to cheek with me, and licked at Chris's cock. I moaned, moving to the side to stare. I was so taken watching his pink tongue flick at my husband's penis that I lunged, catching his mouth with mine, millimeters from Chris's dick. Our mouths moved together, and we hungrily included Chris's shaft, our hips slowing but not completely stopping as we tried to make our lips and tongues reach each other with the hot flesh of my husband between them.

It was so erotic, so primal.

Chris leaned forward and we all started moving. Alex slid beneath me as I climbed onto my knees facing the top of the bed. My husband got on the opposite end and positioned himself behind me, then pulled my hips back to slide into my wetness effortlessly. He fucked me from behind, holding lower half as I bent lower and took Alex's cock in my mouth again. I reveled in being locked between both men, filled at both ends over and over.

As Chris gained speed, pressing further onto the bed and ramming me harder, it was more difficult to stay bent forward. I uncurled and kissed Alex. Getting pounded harder still, I ended up breaking the kiss and just leaned on Alex's chest as he held me while my husband ravaged me from behind. I was cradled in a stranger's arms as my partner for nearly a decade had his way with me.

Chris let go of my hips and slid out of my sopping wet cunt, and dove forward to take Alex's hard, unattended dick in his mouth. I shifted to the side to watch my husband use my own techniques on another man. He bobbed his head on Alex's shaft, holding the base in his hand and pumping up and down to meet his lips. I rubbed his head and reached over to Alex to grasp the back of his neck, holding them both.

In our excitement, we discussed trying other positions. The Eiffel Tower had always been on my list, but it was a little difficult on our California king bed. Anywhere I perched in the center was too far from one edge for one of the men to reach me from their position standing on the floor, but we didn't fit all on the bed either. As I perched in the center of the bed on my hands and knees again, I tried to attend whichever man I could reach. Chris and Alex likewise took advantage, from lapping at my pussy when my back was turned to them. I had no idea how long they could last like this, it had to have been an hour or two at least since we moved to the bedroom.

I was facing my husband Chris at the moment Alex let his tongue drag from my folds up to my asshole. He traced the circle with the stiffened tip of his tongue and I shivered. He spread my cheeks and took a long lick from my clit back to my asshole with his flattened tongue. As he paused to swallow the taste of me, I felt his hot breath fan the skin he had just wet with his tongue. Alex climbed into the bed behind me, determined. He got close and started rubbing my pussy with his fingers, sliding my juices all over the folds messily. He added a finger from his other hand, slowly penetrating me while his other hand continued exploring me.

I leaned forward, kissing Chris, as Alex started pumping his finger in and out of me, still at a measured pace but hard. The combination of my husband's skilled mouth joining mine and the realization that he held me as a stranger played with me and finger fucked me hit and I started to cum. My pussy squeezed Alex's fingers, and I shivered all over as my body flushed with orgasm. This encouraged him to add another finger and he continued his onslaught.

I recovered slightly before he started rubbing my clit, my cum making the motion slick and frictionless. He added a second finger inside of me and rubbed my swollen clit faster and harder with four fingers on the opposite hand. Without ever giving me a break another orgasm built, and I gave up trying to kiss Chris as my head fell forward onto his chest.

He held me tightly around the ribs and watched the stranger worship me from behind. Alex's fingers continued to explore me, stretching my cunt and massaging me from the inside. He leaned in and licked me a few times, from my clit all the way up back to my tight asshole. The overstimulation got the best of me and I came again, writhing and crying out, literally collapsing in Chris's arms. I sobbed that it was too much and Alex slowly yielded, but added a few long strokes with his wet fingers to my pussy after withdrawing.

The boys let me breathe for a moment, and I flipped onto my back gasping for air. They both climbed into the bed with me, grinning from ear to ear. When I regained my senses I laughed at their proud expressions and begged for a break. I climbed off the bed and walked across the house to the kitchen for a tall glass of water.

I gulped and gulped, finishing it in seconds, and splashed some water on my face. I refilled the glass so the men could have something to drink and walked back to the bedroom.

Unbeknownst to me, while I was gone Chris and Alex had taken their time alone to explore each other. From Chris's description, Alex initiated it, leaning into him immediately. They kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Chris started playing with Alex's still hard cock as Alex sucked on his neck. Alex unlatched and dove down to take Chris's shaft in his mouth.