This one goes out to the ladies. Hope you're all over 18, like all my characters.
I writhed like a dervish with delight as a geyser of my husband's cum rained down upon us. This was because of my earnest pelting of his "p-spot" with our fav strappy. While bathed in blessed afterglow I divulged to him my latent fantasy of hosting a MMF threesome. Dan looked like his jaw just fell off his face.
I continued with "since we both love jamming 'ur cute muscular booty so much, why don't we get the real thing next time? Everyone's a winner" was my rationale.
Allow me to indulge you with a bit of backstory. My Dan is an aspiring Nordic god, withstanding his moderate case of aging. I fell in love with his dimpled taut buns when we first met (and no, I won't reveal just how long ago that was.) He admitted to me then that he always had a thing for "bossy Asian chicks" of which I technically am, but from well off the Asian center being of Inuit descent. He's always telling me how he lusts for my trimmed raven triangle. Kind of a kindred perv, which is why I had an inkling of his down played bisexuality. I had no such issue with mine, and that always makes Dan excited.
We had both alluded to the bi thing several times in our prior post coital musings. I had to somehow convince him to "man up" and affirm his reciprocal desire for its prospect. After he put his face back together he actually became thrilled that it was I who finally came right out and said it.
I was ready to go with it, and right now!
I dared declare "I know how we could do this, too" trying not to sound overly excited, lest I conjure his recurrent hesitancy.
"You know I've mentioned how my younger office friend, Derek, is always going on about his wild weekends with his mixed pack of FwBs. Well, I could get him here in a minute on a weeknight easy, just like he is! He's met you before at the Xmas party and complimented me on scoring a nice 'daddy ass.'"
"Yeah, I remember him, he's the guy with no filter, swear he had Turrets. What would he want with us?" he replied "I figured him as a guys-only deal."
"Mostly. But he's played on many teams. Even told me he had a 3-some with a pair of lezzy Jessabelles, 'Posh Lesbians' he called them. Only allowed him to stick it up their butts, 'no touchy the coochies' he joked. But yeah, he'd do me AND YOU in a heartbeat."
Dan snarked "I see, then you'll finally get your 'boy meets cougar' moment" and after some pretense of doubt relents "Okay. Make it happen, Ms. Crafty."
I squealed with delight while jumping up and down and clapping my hands "Yippee! I can't wait till you two DP me, and then YOU get to get fucked. I'd LOOOOOVE to see you suck his cock and open your ass cheeks for me to see while I finger frig myself!"
"Couldn't be any worse than what you do to me now!" he sneers.
I'm beaming to myself as I ponder all the nasty things I'll finally get to do, and have done to and for me. Dan gives me a "I know you're thinking up something extra dirty" look. Little does he suspect just HOW dirty.
I replied "Alrighty! Thursday's good, after our boring weekly staff meeting and pep rally."
Derek invariably celebrates the merciful end to meetings way too enthusiastically by jumping and clapping for joy like a porpoising dolphin at SeaWorld. Kinda like what I just did to hubbs.
The week dragged the closer we got to Thursday. We could've made rabbits blush at all the lewd acts we did in anticipation of this day. Dan was on pins and needles. It was cute. I couldn't wait either.
Then the door buzzer rang and we almost tripped over each other to answer it. Derek looked atypically dashing with his disco era shark skinned shirt (half unbuttoned of course), ridiculously tight shiny faux leather pants and low heeled platform shoes. It was all I could do not to laugh, but I admit he did look good.
I peaked over at my husband who had this twinkle in his eye gawking at Derek. (I just knew this would work out.) We ushered him into the living room to sit between us. Derek kept switching his attention back and forth between us and engaged with his usually shameful flirtatiousness. After a few neat whiskeys and bourbons, sparks began to ignite.
Derek placed a hand on each of ours and spoke to Dan "well, I think we should exercise gentlemanly decorum and kiss our lovely lady."
He then tilted his head towards a shoulder, closed his eyes and approached my lips with his. I did the same after licking mine to accept his kiss. He parted his mouth and latched unto my own, darting his tongue around the insides. It felt so naughty to deeply french a different man other than my husband. Is that so bad of me? Nah, especially considering Dan's near drool at the sight.
Derek stopped what he was doing to me and softly whispered "can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that" and I could see he was now grasping at Dan's groin.
My husband put a hand on my knee and delicately caressed the inside of my thighs. He then decided to move to my other side to put me in the middle. That was okay by me as I would no doubt be the benefactor of two times the loving. At first I was worried that Dan had changed seats because he felt possessive, but one look at his other hand on top of Derek's and I knew my husband just wanted to gain better access to me. So sweet. So sexy!
"Hey gents, why don't we move to where we can spread out, and I know just the place" my two lovers let me guide them by the hand to our marital bed.
As soon as we entered the bedroom the boys started giving me a strip tease show. I sat riveted on the end of the mattress watching. First to go were the shirts, then the shoes, and socks. They both slowly removed their pants a leg at a time. Once down to their skivvies they pirouetted in their own manly way. I fully took in the mens' peachy bottoms, wrapped in cotton bikini briefs for Dan, and a racey purple jock on Derek. Dan even bitch slapped Derek's butt. That evoked wicked smiles. Did they look good enough to eat or what! My panties might as well have been a bathing suit I was so wet.
Dan was first to step out of his briefs, apparently emboldened enough to lower Derek's jock for him - first sliding the straps ever so torturously slow over his man-humps, then down along his legs and ultimately the floor. My husband then gave another loving pat and rub on Derek's smooth as silk behind before standing up beside him. Derek repaid the deed in kind, but made a point of staring longingly at Dan's revealed manhood.
There they were in all their glory. My husband had the meatier of the two cocks on display. Derek's was slim and long with a slight droop due to his thick and heavy bell end dragging it in a stiffened downward curve. They made me shiver when they pointed them directly at me as they approached the bed.
Seemingly choreographed, both men jointly proffered a hand to escort me out of a reclining position to a stand. I raised my arms above my head to signify I was waiting for their upward removal of my dress. With that gone I was just down to my bra and panties when each man grabbed a bra strap and slid them off my shoulders. Then they peeled the cups off my breasts, fully exposing my dark and dainty Aleutian nipples. Thankfully Dan was the one to divest my bottoms which were embarrassingly saturated. As he did this I instinctively covered my exposed breasts behind crossed arms. A lady must retaIn some sense of modesty after all.
Dan laid me on my back and began lavishing my pointed nipples with his tongue. Derek was kneeling before me on the floor, delicately tracing circles up and down my spread and bent inner thighs with his finger tips. I closed my eyes, savoring the bliss. It was fantastically erotic having two simultaneous, yet separate sensations of touch - one warm and wet, the other cool and tingly. Then Derek surprised me by kissing slowly around the edges of my bush. He spiraled ever closer towards my prize with his lips before coming to a stop at my outer labia. He didn't go any further, just exhaled his hot breath over my cunny.
My husband continued to gently ravage the girls. He knew too well the sensitive landscape of my mammaries and darted his tongue about my areolas, alternately nibbling. I feel like I'm becoming the embodiment of lust.
My friend from work who I've known for years began drawing circles around my delta with his tongue before grazing the inner lips. He swirled around and dipped into my pussy hole. I smiled knowing full well that he knew I really liked that by once telling him on a dare exactly what I fancied most about cunnilingual ministrations.
Derek rolled me upon all fours, my husband assisting in raising my hips. I felt fully open with my ass in the air and two guys so closely studying my sensuous curves. Dan slid his body under mine and positioned his rock hard appendage at the gateway to my vagina.
Derek began to shower kisses upon my rear, first on the cheeks, then along the cleft. He delicately plunged his tongue around the periphery of my back passage, and I could not hold back a sigh. I loved when my husband did that, but this was done in a different way and by a different lover. The scandalous implication only added to my pleasure.
Dan was driving that tool I love so much directly into my slick pussy. His cock is really MY joystick and I frequently remind him so. He proceeded to hump me with abandon from below. It was so very good.
Derek patiently waited until I was on the brink of my first cum before he straddled Dan's legs and rubbed the head of his cock along the schism dividing my buttocks. He then invaded my waiting mouth with his fingers. I sucked and slobbered saliva all over them with relish. He lovingly spread some on his prick and my asshole.
My husband continued to work my pussy as my friend jockeyed his cock head at my rear entry. He pushed in. I was bathed in nirvana as Dan jackhammered my puss simultaneously to Derek's delicate see-sawing into the depths of my pliant back hole. That gave me the scintillating feeling of two cocks rubbing against my hidden erotic zones.
Between Dan rocking my clit and pussy lips and my friend's smooth stroking in and out of my tightly gripping asshole, I was heading inexorably towards that certain pivotal moment. I was basking in the twin rutting of the two giants among men taking me as their pleasure port, the consequence of which wrought joyous friction deep within my being. I realized I was being stuffed to the gills from both ends: obscenely stretched with cock and sandwiched tight between two heavenly bodies.
I nearly fainted from fullness "what are you hunks doing to me, that's just too good!"
Without warning I let loose a tidal wave of girl cum. Reflexively I squeezed my pelvis muscles and came. I could feel the boys' penis heads pistoning against one another through the thin cavern walls separating them. It was as if they were dueling for which cock could give me the best orgasm.
Afterwards I collapsed prostrate on my husband's chest. He gently caressed my copper tinted hair in his usual tender way. Derek was forcibly squeezed out of my ass with a wet "squelch."
"That was somethin' else, dear" exclaimed Dan "but we still need to attend to our guest's needs."
