Full Description: Carmen and Louis have been happily married for two years and have recently started dating Ryker; their orc friend. They're his first human partners, and so he interacts with them both in an utmost gentle way given the significant size difference. This doesn't change even when they get him into bed for the first time.
Note: All of the characters depicted in this story are consenting adults. Carmen is 27, Louis is 26, and Ryker is 29.
Note 2: It should be obvious, but I'll mention this anyway. Both of the male characters are bisexual, in love, and interact sexually with one another in this story. This isn't a case of two straight dudes being bros and fucking the same woman simultaneously. If that's not something you want to read about, then go ahead and turn around now. Otherwise, enjoy!
~*~
Carmen wasn't ashamed to admit that she had a thing for taller men. But it wasn't exactly a secret as none of her ex-boyfriends had been shorter than six-foot-two. Her friends used to tease her for it, swearing up and down that she would one day disappear into the mountains to shack up with literal giants. The jokes slowed to a stop when it became clear that she was seriously beginning to weigh the pros and cons.
Such a venture never happened, but Carmen unsurprisingly ended up marrying one of the tallest guys she could find. Louis was a six-foot-four pillar of a man with thick curls of sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes that flared amber in the right light. She loved him to death, even when it was a nightmare for them to shop for properly fitting shirts given his long torso (not that she minded that most of his tops rode up when he stretched and showed off his midriff).
It also wasn't surprising that when Carmen and Louis discovered a shared interest in trying polyamory that their first boyfriend happened to be an orc. The species was naturally tall—more so than most humans—and Ryker came in on the larger end of that spectrum. Eight feet to be precise; a broad man of all muscle with long, dark hair almost always untied and tousled into wild, beautiful waves.
They had met Ryker on their wedding day when a friend of theirs brought him as her platonic plus one. He quickly became a part of their lives, and Carmen and Louis both found themselves falling just as fast. Two years of mutual appreciation and pining later (I.e. fawning over the orc's mostly work-out centered Instagram pictures), and they were asking Ryker to join them. He said yes, and slotted perfectly into the arrangement like a puzzle piece that had long been missing.
Even in the modern era, people still held onto prejudices of orcs as being dumb brutes, but that simply wasn't true or fair. Despite his size and slightly intimidating tusks, Ryker was easily the most gentle person Carmen had ever known. He could easily sweep her and Louis off their feet, but it was never in a way that made either of them feel overpowered or manhandled.
Ryker's arms were warm and sturdy; all-encompassing and protective. He would hold Carmen like porcelain, kiss her like butterflies, and she knew that she could never be hurt under his hands. This softness was possibly born out of her and Louis being Ryker's first human lovers, but she had a hard time thinking of him being anywhere near rough with anyone. Even a fellow, more robust orc. It felt like it came naturally to him and it seemed to make him happy attending to them that way.
As such, Carmen expected Ryker to be tender when she and Louis got him into bed for the first time; she was right. But it was an uncharacteristic oversight of hers that he could be proportionate in all areas. This slip of the mind was remedied the minute that Carmen was faced with a fully erect cock the size of her forearm.
She was laying along the inside of Ryker's thigh, running her lips and tongue over the side of his massive dick. Louis was opposite her and giving the orc similar attentions. There was no way that either of them could fit even the head of his cock in their mouths; the already drooling glans was fist-sized. They worked in alternating tandem, one licking and sucking their way to the tip while the other moved to the base.
Ryker's hand was in Carmen's hair, his large fingertips running slowly over her scalp. His low, breathy groans were the only noises aside from the wet sounds of her and Louis' mouths against him. He had yet to be particularly vocal—if he ever would—but his chest heaved and his legs trembled with every lap at his cock.
Louis broke away as a restrained noise of pleasure escaped him. In Carmen's peripheral, she could see his arm moving; he was stroking his own cock. She couldn't blame him for giving in to that need. Ryker's thick, heady musk was all around them and the thought alone of that monster cock pushing its way inside her was making her wet.
Her husband's face was ignited in an adorable bright flush that was crawling down his neck. His expression was aroused and needy—a familiar look that Carmen knew from all the times that she had pegged him into their mattress. Adoration warmed her chest.
Carmen abandoned Ryker's dick to lean over and capture her husband's lips with her own. They kissed fervently, tongues bumping and rolling as Louis let out short little gasps into her mouth. She brought her hand to the straining member between them, running her palm along the underside of it as she was unable to get her fingers around the whole thing.
Saliva and precum aided her quickening strokes. The swollen, hot flesh throbbed powerfully under her touch. It felt so irresistibly virile that even though Carmen hadn't been touched yet, her pussy was pulsing and leaking all over her inner thighs; she couldn't wait anymore.
A string of spit briefly connected her to Louis' lips as she pulled away from him. Ryker was looking down at them both, meeting Carmen's gaze with soft yet lustful eyes. His face was blushing a deeper shade of green as sweat trickled down his jaw. She stopped stroking his dick and he groaned, his tongue darting out just slightly beside one of his tusks.
Carmen moved, coming up to sit in Ryker's lap with her back to his expansive chest. His cock jutted out from underneath her. Hot breath panted into her hair as Ryker's big hands found her waist, caressing down her thighs and finding their way between her legs. A single finger began to rub at her clit and she whimpered.
Louis knelt in front of them, shuffling close to mouth at Carmen's neck. He took Ryker's cock in his hand, pressing the shaft up against his wife's pussy as he pumped at it slowly. His lips broke away from her.
"You guys look so good together," he said breathlessly. "Can't wait to see him inside you."
Ryker inhaled sharply just as Carmen felt his dick give a single, hard jolt. An impressive shot of the orc's precum splattered across his boyfriend's chest. The clear fluid ran down pale flesh and into the lightly-coloured curls above Louis' twitching erection. The human shivered, swiping it up and bringing his slick-coated fingers to his mouth. He licked and sucked them clean which elicited hissed curses from his partners. A bottle of lube was in his hand moments later.
"You're both like leaky faucets right now, but given Mr. McLargehuge here, I think this is necessary," Louis said.
Carmen chuckled. "Safety first."
She felt Ryker gently squeeze her hip.
"Are you still...sure?" he asked. His voice was husky and intensely wanting, but Carmen knew he wouldn't even dream of going a step further if she had changed her mind.
"I'm not made of glass, cariño," she assured, gently guiding his hand up to her lips to lay a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
Ryker gave a low, affirmative hum, trembling as Louis lubed him up. He started running his finger over Carmen's clit again. "I'll go slow."
"A-as long as you're inside me," Carmen said.
