Two And Me

It was a natural break. Thankfully, with our favorite friends the first sexual encounter was usually just round one. And although my husband hadn't climaxed, my female counterpart, his partner Leanne, was ready for a drink. After dousing the bed in her fluids (thanks to heavy fingering), she had worked up a thirst. My own partner, Jonathan, excused himself to dispose of a condom and left my husband and me lying on the tall, almost majestic bed. As I relaxed on the altar of sensual delight, I looked at my husband, smiled, and purred, "Mmmmmm.... They're sweet."

"Yes they are," he answered, as he cupped my breast, "and so are you."

"Do you mind if I borrow my wife," he asked as Jonathan returned to the bedroom.

An impish grin crossed Jonathan's face. "Not at all," he answered.

My husband rose up, slid his hand down, and gently entered me with his fingers. Although I was acutely aware that I had become the center of two men's attentions, my husband was too talented for me to be embarrassed long. Slowly at first, but rhythmically, the fingers stroked inside of me. As the pleasure built, the focus of Jonathan's attention alternated between my husband's hand and my face. I began to whimper as I felt my body trying to release, and my husband's fingers sped up in response. Jonathan's expression became almost pained, and the tension in the set of his mouth, the determination in his eyes, and the groan from my husband all conspired to send me over the edge. I sensed the rush of heat inside, closed my eyes, and felt my own fluids splash over my legs and flow down to join Leanne's below me. My outcry was silenced as my husband kissed me, then grabbed my sides with both hands and lifted me atop him. Although I was surprised, I was having too much fun to stop. I adjusted my legs so that I was kneeling over my husband and leaned in close enough to grind my pubic mound against him as I moved my hips up and down. He groaned when I bit his neck, and I couldn't help but smile naughtily as I was transformed from receiver to giver.

Jonathan, who had been watching intently from the foot of the bed, moved quietly to one side, as Leanne returned with a glass of Southern Comfort in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She grinned at her husband as I rose up and assumed the high rider pose.

"Are you having fun, baby?" she asked with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Uh huh," he answered somewhat boyishly.

My friend Leanne watched us for a bit, but watched her husband even closer, as his eyes were practically glued to my ass. She set the water on the dresser and handed her husband the Southern Comfort. He made room for her as she leaned over the bed to kiss my husband first, then me. So sweet were my friend's lips that I lost my rhythm. But my husband was still rock hard as Leanne announced that she was going to take a quick shower. I watched her quizzically as she whispered into Jonathan's ear, but my husband bucked his hips to remind me of the task at hand.

"You're so naughty," I said as I smiled down at him and resumed my rise and fall.

Jonathan took a hearty swig of his drink and set the glass down on the nightstand. Then he climbed onto the bed beside us. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no, don't stop," he commanded quietly as he shook his head.

At this point I had to close my eyes. A piece of me knew, as Jonathan's fingers stroked down my back, what was coming, but I was nervous. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. It didn't stop me though. I wanted this.

I leaned down to kiss my husband and to reassure myself that this too was what he wanted. He moved his hands from my hips to my cheeks and kissed me back hard in return. Jonathan's fingers began teasing the tip of my tailbone -- a sensitive spot for me. I moaned and ground into my husband in response. Jonathan's fingers were suddenly wet as they slid between the cheeks of my behind, and I realized he'd lubricated them. Up and down my hips moved over my husband, while Jonathan's fingertips slid over my anus. A seduction was going on in my mind -- the idea had niggled, and the urge had grown. I moved my own fingers to my clitoris and began circling, and my hips began a rocking motion. Jonathan's fingers circled too, but when my pleasure began mounting he slid a finger into me.

"Oh my god," I moaned aloud.

Suddenly I wanted this experience so bad I could taste it. I began rocking and circling harder, and Jonathan slid a second finger in. In and out he stroked easily, as my husband's nails gently scratched my back. I gritted my teeth and groaned, as an angry desire took over. I turned my head and looked squarely at Jonathan.

"I want you," I told him, "I want you now."

His eyes glittered with a triumphant desire as they met mine, and he moved in close to position himself behind me.

I was already so close to orgasm that my moans were reverberating in my husband's ears, but then I felt it -- the tentative entry. There was a physical shock to it -- no doubt. Jonathan pulled out slightly when I became still.

"Slow," I said out loud, though I thought I'd just said it in my mind.

My fingers circled my clitoris with renewed vigor, and my husband, master of my body that he was, scratched the backs of my arms and my neck with long, sensuous strokes. Jonathan took my husband's cue and began scratching the backs of my thighs.

"Oh god," I moaned, "Oh god."

As my pleasure began to mount again, I resumed my rocking, gently at first, as I grew accustomed to Jonathan's length inside of me, but then harder as I slid more and more easily between them. In somewhat of a haze I heard Jonathan's breathing getting heavier and harder.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," he said as he graduated to strokes.

"Oh fuck," I heard my husband moan aloud. In that moment I was transformed into the woman I never thought I could be.

Close to coming again, teeth clenched... "Fuck me," I groaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

It was the words, I think, that drove them both over the edge, and I had timed them so perfectly that I went over with them. The orgasmic roar was enough to provoke Leanne to laughter.

"Will y'all please not wake the neighbors?" she asked.

I giggled. The men grinned. Gingerly we disentangled our bodies. Jonathan brought me the bottle of water, and my husband began toweling me dry. Leanne came over, kissed my lips, and stroked my hair while I recovered. Jonathan curled up beside her and held her. My husband curled up behind me and gently stroked my shoulders.

"Well, y'all," Leanne announced, "that was HOT!"

I couldn't help but answer with a throaty laugh. "Just wait till it's your turn," I said.