For instance, there was one year for his birthday that Derrick asked me to slide on a strap-on dildo and peg him. It seemed so completely out of the blue in terms of a request from him, something I might never have imagined him asking, but once I managed to climb up onto him and get down to business, I had to say I rather enjoyed the power that wielding a cock gave me, and the extent to which he suffered pleasantly from being stretched out by my efforts.
And then there was one year that he asked me to dress up in tight, skin-hugging leather and carry out a dominatrix routine on him, whipping his ass to a damn pulp and getting him so turned on by the end that he practically rang for weeks with orgasm.
For my part, I asked him on my own birthdays to do things like humiliating himself by dressing up in my bra and panties, giving me a striptease in the manner that I might normally do for him, things like that. Or, maybe, making him clean the house for me ass naked, wearing nothing but a maid's uniform and his cock hanging out underneath, while I sat on the couch and sipped wine, watching him bend over, stretching, flexing, getting me so turned on that I nearly tackled him onto the floor before it was all over in order to get me a generous piece of that hot maid's ass for myself.
This year, however, I had escalated my request, almost to an extent that seemed dangerous, and that I'd had to ask for very cautiously in order to avoid blowing things up between the two of us altogether. I'd said it sort of jokingly at first, in fact. He'd asked casually one day what I thought I might want for my birthday, wink wink, and I'd made a little quip that was something like, “How about two guys at one time? Ha, ha, ha.”
And I think he could see through my front pretty damn clearly, intuiting that I did in fact want this, very, very much, and that the lighthearted façade was designed primarily to ease him into submission.
And it worked.
It wasn't an easy sell, not by a long, long shot. But somehow, Lord help me, I managed to finagle it into working.
Here the two of us were, at the bar, scouting for a third member of our triad to come and join the two of us in our bedroom, and I realized, just then that I should have been a hell of a lot more grateful to have a man who would even take my proposal seriously.
And then, suddenly, I felt the jabbing of an elbow in my side, drawing me back to the present, along with the sound of Derrick's voice in my ear: “Hey. How about that guy over there?”
My eyes went wide, and my nostrils flared, at the realization that this most lurid of arrangements was at last underway.
Ryan was the guy's name, and he seemed to serve as nearly the perfect counterpart to Derrick, in that both men were strapped, tight-bodied, well endowed, and their appearance varied just enough to make the dynamic that much spicier. Derrick's hair was a bright, dirty blond, whereas Ryan's was a jet black, giving them just the right amount of variation to please me like hell. The stranger's eyes were dark and penetrating, and when I'd come up to approach him, his gaze alone had caused my heart to skip a beat or two.
I caught myself, though, and modestly made my most immodest of proposals, speaking low, and my face heating up to an uncomfortable extent. I managed, somehow, to still my nerves, laying out the specifics of what interested me, and holding my breath as I waited on pins and needles for the man's reaction.
It came as an unbelievable relief to hear that he was in no way turned off by being involved with another man, not to mention another man's girlfriend, and I could scarcely believe as the three of us zoomed down the streets that I'd somehow managed to take the first step in the direction of this most lurid arrangement.
And the next thing I knew, there the three of us were, all sitting on the edge of the bed awkwardly, trying not to look at one another, me, all the while, thinking that I'd made an asinine mistake, and that there was no possible way the three of us could go through with this. It occurred to me that the three of us were almost certainly nowhere near as drunk as we needed to be to get this thing going, and I toyed briefly with the idea of going to grab something for the three of us to get the job started.
But then, quite suddenly, Derrick leaned into me, surprising the hell out of me by taking the initiative, and putting his lips onto mine. I received him gladly, unsure of myself but grateful for the distraction, his taste soothing as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, absorbing him as his tongue jousted into my mouth, as it had done so many times before, his saliva drooling sensually into me and causing my head to go light with arousal.
I sucked on him, leeching onto his lips as though my very life depended on it, and was brought just short of relief when suddenly he pulled himself off of me, sliding his mouth to the side of my neck, and proceeding to kiss there instead. I brought up my shoulder in an effort to contain myself as his tongue tickled and lapped up against me, causing me to cringe with delight, and nearly making me want to cry, pleasantly overwhelmed as I was at that point in time.
But then, just when I thought I'd gotten a handle on things, there came Ryan attacking from the other side. It took little more than a single peck on the opposite side of my neck to get my attention, and promptly I turned to him, opening my lips reflexively wide in order to receive him readily. And bam, there was his mouth, pressed up against my own, his tongue pouring into me, his saliva mingling with my own, and our tongues twisting together like there was no damn tomorrow.
It was, in many ways, shocking. It had been years since I'd last kissed someone new, someone foreign and unfamiliar, and as head over heels in love with Derrick as I might have been, I had to say that the danger, the suspense of a brand-new encounter was unlike anything I could really describe.
I began whimpering almost instantly into my new lover's open mouth as he tasted me, his flavor, in many ways, vastly different from Derrick's when compared on such an immediate basis, but with some unmistakable similarities as well.
For some time, the three of us continued in this shy, relatively safe zone, making out like polygamist newlyweds atop the creaking bedsprings, their hands all over me, touching and petting and grabbing like their lives depended on it. Derrick, being my regular partner, demonstrated a greater freedom in touching me, letting his hand glide swiftly along my thigh, up my skirt, and beneath the fabric of my panties.
My knees quivered as he teased me in his familiar way, always coming so damn close to manipulating my pussy but never quite getting there, petting, making me squirm with lust, but always stopping just short of the mark.
Ryan, meanwhile, although keeping a few paces behind, was still no coward sexually as far as that was concerned. He respected his distance, but he still ravished me like wild, seizing my breasts and squeezing tightly on them, making me burn with passion for these two, and craving the moment when they would go plunging me over the edge, annihilating me in the most pleasant of ways.
And sure enough, soon the two men's hands came angling for my clothes sliding up into every hem, every edge of fabric, and beginning to denude me. Wet, sweat-drenched fabric was pried from my heaving flesh with some considerable effort, snapping from my body with loud, wet kisses, and each cool blast as another article was removed causing me to shiver from head to toe.
My blouse came rippling to the floor beside the bed, followed by my skirt, pulled meticulously from my body, and cast aside with little thought whatsoever. And soon, the two of them were undressing as well, shirts flying as well as pants, until soon all of us were down to our underwear, me in my bra and panties, and them in a set of boxers and a tight, black thong, each of them with erect cocks pumping through the fabric, making me burn so badly with desire for them that it practically made my head spin.
Once again the two of them enveloped me, wrapping me up in their bodies and smothering me, sliding their hands all over me, making it, frankly, impossible to know which way was up.
Ryan, the newcomer, lay in front of me, kissing me, his hands down my panties and his fingers taking their first, wet dips into my pussy. His touch was almost magical, sending shocks of fresh, new sensatio
ns through my body that verged on blinding.
Derrick, meanwhile, pushed his cock into me from behind, unhooking my bra, and then leaning in to run kisses up and down along my spine, all the while digging his fingers into my ass, and kneading my soft, hot, supple buttocks like dough.
And the next thing I knew, I was being wriggled out of my bra and panties entirely, stripped to complete nudity, and left heaving, panting, sweating, the sheets between the bodies of these two absolute sexpots.
Derrick came climbing down along my body, pushing apart my thighs, and dipping his head into me, oral sexing the hell out of me as was his way, sliding his tongue into my pussy and lashing me like there was no damn tomorrow.
I was actually beginning to grow quite surprised at how earnestly he seemed to be getting into all of this, and my shock only intensified when Ryan came crawling over around the bed, mounting Derrick from behind, and dry-humping him in his underwear. Derrick, noticing this, looked over his shoulders, and my eyes went wide as sin as the two of them began to kiss like the wildest of lovers, cheeks compressed as their lips melted together, sucking and popping and drooling, turning me on like you wouldn't believe.
They pulled apart after some time of this, leering into one another with the most lurid of bedroom eyes, and causing goosebumps to erupt all down along the back of my neck. I had no idea whatsoever that such a bisexual streak had existed in Derrick all these years, and had been expecting any contact between the two men as they engaged in fucking me to be accidental and at a distance.
I wasn't at all disappointed to be proven wrong on this front, however.
And now, Lord help me, the two of them were completely undressed, their underwear in heaps in the middle of the floor, and the long, hard shafts of their wangs almost entirely too devastating to stare at directly.
The next thing I knew, although I could scarcely believe the reality of it, the three of us were sprawled out on the bed, our heads in between one another's thighs, in a glorious, agonizing daisy chain. This time around, it was Ryan who was on pussy duty, eating my cunt with sheer, splendid relish, his tongue lapping around through the pink floral folds, and causing my knees to collapse sweetly around his beautiful, bobbing head. My lips, meanwhile, were around Derrick's long, hot cock, allowing spit to flow along his shaft as I deep throated him like a champ, my mouth tightening any time Ryan happened to hit a sweet spot on my pussy, pleasuring my boyfriend like you wouldn't damn believe.
And finally, most amazing of all, Derrick had his own head in Ryan's lap, gagging himself on the long, stiff rod of his cock, rolling his tongue around the man's immensity as he pushed and pumped and grunted like a champ. One might never have guessed that this was my boyfriend's first experience swallowing a dick given his apparent expertise in the matter, and I vaguely made a mental note to ask him afterward whether he might have had any past gay experiences.
At present, though, I had plenty of other things on my mind to occupy me, and my head was spinning so badly at this point that I didn't think I could keep such a thought alive for longer than maybe five seconds at most.
For now, mouths were being pulled from genitals, and bodies were being rearranged, brought into an alternate configuration, so that I was left stunned and astonished, waiting to see just what sweet, splendid torture my boys had in store for me next.
I was brought onto my hands and knees, positioned like a damn animal, my limbs quivering and my heart thudding in my ears as I waited in braced anticipation for the ripping apart of my anatomy by these two, glorious studs. Ryan, this time, ambled up in front of me on his knees, and it was his dick I was chosen to suck this time around. With his tip at my nose I spit profusely on him, rolling my tongue around him and then parting my lips wide.
I leaned into him, allowing the long, sharp blade of his shaft to come creeping down the hot crook of my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe, in such a manner that tears were in my eyes by the time he at last touched down.
Not to be out done, however, it was then that Derrick came up behind me, his thighs pressing against my ass as he mounted me doggy style, swiping his cock up and down between my buttocks as though to tease me, and then pushing himself inside me, driving his tip deep into my sopping-wet pussy, and causing me to arch my spine in reaction as he touched down deep, deep, deep within my core.
I was smashed wildly between the two men as they tore the hell into me from there on out, humping me like mad from either end, cramming themselves so tightly into my respective orifices that I thought I might collapse outright by the time all was said and done. They fucked me brutally, their pelvises stuttering against my body and each man's thrusts knocking me deeper into the other, spit-roasting me and pushing me up to the brink of fainting with their love.
Tears began to stream down along my cheeks as I savored the overwhelming joy of this, my technically first double penetration, popping me back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, the vigor of being face-fucked like this making the survival vaginal intercourse a remarkable feat in and of itself.
And at last, each of them crushed me one final time, holding themselves in place to the extent I could hardly stand it, and then slowly, very slowly, pulling back out of me.
Just as I was about to collapse onto the bedspread from near exhaustion, Derrick, that beautiful bastard of mine, slid his body beneath me. I cherished his warmth as he wrapped me in his arms, kissing my mouth as though to breathe sustenance back into me after such a brutal exchange. I was sure as hell going to need it if I had any hope whatsoever of surviving through the remainder of all this.
When at last I could at least see straight, I felt the shock of Ryan manually inserting my boyfriend's penis into me, pushing it up inside and causing me to whimper with satisfaction at the cleaving apart of my folds. And then, just when I thought I could take no more, Ryan himself came climbing up onto the top of the pile, mounting me, and driving his erection into my body, inch by inch by terrible inch of his smoldering hot cock grinding up against Derrick's, and the two men's combined force entirely too much for me as at last they touched down.
Two penises, grinding together, deep, deep, deep inside my pussy.
I could not believe this was happening, could not even begin to fathom what a very lucky girl I was, not having thought for a minute upon requesting this that things would progress this far, yet gratified beyond words that they had.
The two of them began to pump, to thrust, to fuck me as hard as they could, cock sliding up against cock, each brutal stroke stretching me out wider than I could stand, making me moan and shake and squirm all over, my heart racing as I lost all control, my screams filling the apartment and my head feeling on the verge of shooting clean up through the roof.
And then, God help me, they began to cum inside me, each of them ejaculating in a hot, thick, sticky torrent. The two of them, combined, absolutely filled me up inside, pulse after pulse of their essence drenching my anatomy, each of them coating one another as they spurted up into me, so that as they continued to thrust, they were coat in one another's sweltering sperm.
I felt myself begin to burst over the edge, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced ripping through my body like wild. Every muscle clenched, pulling them deeper and deeper into me, every nerve-ending sparked with sweet, carnal sensation, and by the time it was all over, I was surprised I didn't pass out from the sheer, carnal beauty of it.
It was, in many ways, the happiest birthday I had ever had the pleasure of celebrating.
Not to mention, that same night, my very first child was conceived by one of the two men's seed, my birth control evidently failing, leaving me with no idea whatsoever as to which of the two men was the child's real father.
Happy birthday to me, indeed.
THE END
Naked Affair
Chapter 1
Most girls dreamed of finding Mr. Right. Most girls dreamed of finding the guy of their dreams, a guy who would make them feel loved and cared for. Evelyn, ho
wever, was not like other girls.
She wanted to be loved, of course. Who wouldn’t? She was a helpless romantic too, but she wasn’t on the hunt for Mr. Right. She had tried looking for him when she was younger, but it hadn’t worked out. In the end, Evelyn decided that all the heartbreak and disappointment associated with a one on one relationship was not worth the trouble.
For a long time, she didn’t date anyone at all. She became solitary and depressed during her final year of high school. She didn’t have many friends and often kept to herself. When prom rolled around she had seriously considered not going until her best friend Monica forced her to go.
Monica was lucky. She had a boyfriend and thus a date to the prom. She got to be like all the other girls who wore pretty dresses and took pictures with their dates. Evelyn did not have this luxury (not that she wanted it). In the end, however, Monica forced Evelyn to wear one of her dresses and go to prom.
Prom itself was pretty boring but what happened after prom was a pretty magical experience. Monica’s boyfriend, at the time, was really into the idea of threesomes. He also found Evelyn incredibly attractive and by the end of the night he had convinced Monica to let Evelyn have some fun with them.
It had been an amazing experience for Evelyn. She had enjoyed every minute of it. She had became more intimate with Monica in the process and she had never felt so loved in her whole life. From that moment onward Evelyn fell in love with threesomes and gave up completely on the idea of normal relationships.
For some time, Evelyn continued to join Monica and her boyfriend in the bedroom. However, soon enough Monica’s boyfriend started to get jealous. He thought that Monica was giving Evelyn too much attention. In the end, the situation blew up. Monica and her boyfriend broke up.
Monica soon learned that she was lesbian. The two girls tried going out, but they had been friends for so long that it didn’t feel right for them to be in an intimate relationship together. They decided to go their own romantic ways but stayed friends.
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