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It’s amazing what a little present - just because - can do. He’s always wanted to see me with a man that he knows I would enjoy. Visual means everything to him. What is even better is that he realized and enjoyed the fact that I liked what I saw in someone he introduced me to. So, now it was my turn, to give him what he wants and get what I have been thinking of.

Working separate shifts, with minor overlaps, it was easy, easier than I thought, to arrange this little get together. But I needed to be comfortable and already in the mood with pussy wet, nipples hard, cream and cum ready to be tasted before he (my fiancé) arrived.

Having a key to his house gave me easy access and having my owner dresser space, was even better – items easily accessible. But I didn’t need much. All calls were made. I would see him when he arrived home from work; the playmate (my other) was not so easy.

I knew he had ideas, knew he liked to have fun, in his mind, so I put the offer on the table – come taste, participate and enjoy, but don’t fuck. Just let yourself be part of the dish.

We both knew there was an interest, I promised to follow all the rules and respect the boundaries set-up by his desire to not commit any infidelities. He agreed. The time and date were set, the agreement finalized with a “’see you then.’” I was wetter talking to him than I was while I was working out the plan.

My honey keeps a wonderful stash. Having played with him before (ducks never forget how to swim) I knew that there would be no problem with candles, oil or the flavored and standard magnum gold condoms that I would need so that I could have all that I wanted for both of them. The idea of being ‘in charge’ by bringing my visual to life was more than I could stand. It took too long for the day to get there, but it did.

My other arrived on time. The evening hour was great because wintertime meant darkness earlier – I am not a daytime lover when it comes to having more than one.

He was dressed carefully in a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweater. I eyed him carefully from head to toe as he took his coat off and walked towards the couch. The view from the back was just as delicious as the view from the front.

My mind thought quickly as he lowered himself into the armchair, what happens if he is just as large or larger than my fiancé? I’ll never be able to suck all that. But God, the thought of having that cream beige cock and balls inside my mouth and around my tongue would make it all worth the while.

As I hung up his coat I asked him if he wanted something to drink? Was their something that would make him more comfortable? He said “no” to the drink and said how comfortable I (being he) was would be the result of how I made him relax. His smile was angelically devilish. I knew right then, there was not going to be any problems.

The simple black dress I wore hugged my body enough so that it showed my hips and rather lack of full backside. Yet the buttons down the front made access very easy. In my fiancés case a black dress means - legs smooth, pussy clean-shaven or closely trimmed, strappy high-heals on, no stockings, or panties (unless they are a thong or irresistible lace) and no matching bra.
Well, for the first part, I didn’t want to seem too eager and so worldly, so I wore the dress, strappy heals, and a matching pair of sheer lace panties and open- front bra.

As I walked back across the room, we locked eyes. I bent over him by resting my hands on both armrests. I kissed his forehead, worked my way to his cheek, then either side of his neck. I allowed him to take in the scent that I was wearing, sandalwood and rose. I continued kissing his neck, feeling him breath deeper and yet, was able to lower myself on one, then the other knee in-between his legs.

My body fit just right and I moved my hand from the chair to the base of his sweater, then inside his sweater and up his chest. Hair neatly matted and warmth was what my hands met. He shifted and dropped his head to the opposite side so that I could have as much of his neck as my lips desired. I was careful to nip only slightly – not wanting to leave any marks.

His hands suddenly held my waist. So large were they that his fingers could touch each other and in spreading them, he felt the top of my ass.

In removing his sweater, I sucked on his left nipple and then the right. I did this before he was able to finish the job of pulling his sweater over his head that I had started. There was a swift intake of his breath. The smell of soap and water hit me like a cold winter wind.

His hands returned only to begin feeling my body as I sucked one nipple and then the other. Then, the dressed moved up and his warm hands were running over my ass, feeling and kneading each cheek. Impatient, he was, I realized he wanted the dress out of the way. Simple, I thought as I leaned back and gave him a slight smile as unbuttoned each button, still on my knees.

He watched until the dress was open and he could see my nipples through the bra and the limited covering provided by the lace panties. Carefully setting me back on my heels, he stood up; damn I wanted what was inside those jeans.

Reading my mind, he made quick work of the metal button and zipper that held everything in place. As he let them fall into a pool at his feet, I realized that his shoes were off (don’t remember seeing him do that!) So he easily stepped out to the pool of blue denim, but not before I greedily reached inside his shorts and pulled out that massive cock and began to suck on it.

Instead of sitting back down, he stood where he was and placed his hands on the back of my head so that I could take in all of it. It was delicious and I let him know that by taking him all the way to the back of my throat each time I sucked him in. Licking his balls made me realize that I needed to get him to the couch or else he was going to fall down.

He followed my silent directions like an obedient child, laid down on the colorful, lightly rose-scented cover that I had spread out for him and opened his legs for more. I complied, licking and sucking until his cock was so full I could not take it all it.

It was a fantastic piece of art that would make any Greek God jealous in response to seeing their own meager penis in the shadow of this one! Oh to be so lucky that when my fiancé came home, what two fantastic cocks I would have! My pussy creamed even more at the thought.

Having enough he laid me back roughly and began working his own magic on my tits. First sucking through the sheer material and then in one quick movement opened the bra and continued sucking my nipples as if he needed to be fed; in no time my nipples were hard and aching.

I don’t know if he assumed or not, but his hard sucking soon changed to biting – something I love – the harder the better and I knew that if my fiancé didn’t come home soon, I was going to fuck this live fantasy without him being present.

My hands moved from his head to his back and I whined at the fact that I couldn’t keep his cock in my hands. He left me breathless as he suddenly moved down my body, spread my legs and began sucking through the thin material that was there! Just as before, he moved the panties aside and then, like a frustrated child, yanked them off and returned to sucking my clit as if it would feed him as well. My pussy was dripping and in feeling it’s running wetness, he lapped up the stream of nectar.

Just then, the door opened. I know he heard it, and we heard my fiancé. He didn’t stop sucking and tonguing me even as he heard my fiancé come into the room.

I turned my head, looked through half closed eyes and could see that there was a mixture of shock and surprise that quickly changed to desire. I raised my hand and motioned him to come closer, as I let out a gasp – being reminded that I was losing my focus.

My fiancé moved closer to the couch, their eyes met and both smiled. They were in agreement and would discuss the matter later.

Almost immediately, my fiancé’s hands traveled to his shirt and tie, which were quickly discarded. I could see that he was enjoying the view, for his cock was already bulging as he removed his shoes, socks, pants and briefs.

I am so greedy, because as he came close, I grabbed that bulging cock, forcing him to bend and took it into my mouth. We all heard an immediate response of “Oh shit”. Soon, though there was nothing but the sound of moans, whispers, words of satisfactions, and more as we took turns sucking and eating the nectars that flowed from each one of us.

We moved to the bedroom where I made sure the camera was ready (my fiancés permanent memory). As I instructed them to get on the bed, I turned on the camera. Peeling the remainder of my clothes for all to see, I used a host of candles so that the camera light would not spoil the mood.

Looking at both of these men, laying side-by-side, I eyed both cocks and realized that I had such tedious work to do (yea, right). Nothing made me happier than the fact that I would suck them both – one to the point of cumming and the other to the point where he would fuck me until he couldn’t anymore.

So I began the recording and carefully climbed in between both. Kissing each, I turned my back to my fiancé and began sucking my other’s cock. My fiancé knew what to do with the view of my back and made quick work of rubbing his cock in between my ass cheeks, kissing my ass and sucking me from behind.

As I moved to cover that beautiful, rock-hard cock of my other with a flavored condom, my fiancé placed me on my knees so that my ass was in the air and my head in between the legs of the one I dreamed of. I knew that I could not suck all that cock until he would cum and get fucked at the same time. I didn’t want to choke on what I knew would be a swollen stream of cum from that dick, just like the hot, massive amount of cum from my fiancé that his was planning to put inside me.

As I put the condom on, my other looked at me with a full smile. He understood, he was going to cum, but he wasn’t going to fuck. Maybe next time I thought as I went fully down on him with my lips drawn tight. His eyes closed, his head dropped back and I knew, he felt like he was placing that massive cock right inside my tight pussy. Yes, I said, next time.

My fiancé heard the response, and knew that my pussy would be ready and waiting. It had been more than 4 days since we had been together, so my pussy wasn’t going to open so easily – but I wanted it that way. I wanted him to force that dick, my dick, inside of me and make my pussy open with his cock. And he did just that. The harder he forced himself inside, the fuller, the wider, the harder his cock became, and the harder I sucked on my other’s cock.

Before you knew it we had a rhythm. I was determined to make my other come first. So I drew his cock in hard and deeper, felt him grab hold to the edge of the condom with one hand and help me take him all in with the other hand. He hips moved up as I came down.

With every thrust of my fiancé’s cock, his balls slapped against my ass while he held my ass-cheeks wide so that he could get all of his cock in my wet pussy.

A deep throaty and echoing “Oh!,” followed by “Oh yes!” and a pulsing that was so strong I thought the condom would come off, let me know my other was on his way! I placed his cock all the way in my mouth and let the rest be history.

“Uhmmm!” was all that I heard as my other’s cock let loose such a stream of cum that I knew I had made the right choice, this time. He held my head until I couldn’t take it any longer because my fiancé was on his way – and so was I.

We came at the same time, cum filling me up inside, his verbal release drowning out my own. I could feel the cum dripping back out. There was so much of the warm nectar inside that I couldn’t keep it all.

Somewhere, at some point we drifted off, we three. The camera turned itself off. Me in the middle spoon fashion so I could hold my fiancés cock in my hand, and feel my other’s cock nestled warmly in my ass.

Oh, for the next time.