All Good Things Come in Twos

Literotic asexstories – All Good Things Come in Twos by Sappho_CGN,Sappho_CGN
My husband Thomas and I, Ute, had spoken to each other after the ‘accident’ with a brother’s girlfriend. (Please read “Catalyst”). We agreed that we wanted to experience this again, to try sex as a threesome, and also with a man, instead of another woman. I had always liked it a bit more intense, and doing it with two men at the same time was a fantasy that really got my head spinning. With Thomas around, I didn’t have to worry about something happening that I didn’t want.

The means of choice to make these dreams come true was, of course, the internet. We knew that finding a woman who wanted to have sex in a threesome, and to have sex with a woman, would probably be difficult. As a confidence-building measure, I was to take over the search, as Thomas was pretty busy anyway; contact from woman to woman was certainly easier. I was also able to choose the men I liked for our two-men-one-woman threesome directly.

I created profiles on various dating sites. Searching for a woman turned out to be difficult. There were requests or replies, but I quickly realized that most of them were fakes, men who had probably read my answers and description and jerked off in the process. Then there were also women who didn’t quite match our expectations. Finally, there were a few ‘unicorns’, as the Anglo-Americans called them, who we liked and who could and wanted to do something with me. But they lived so far away that there were no real opportunities. So the air was thin and the supply scarce.

With the men, it was the other way around. I was drowning in replies and requests. Most of them could be sorted out straight away, as they were all lowbrow erotomaniacs. Many also shied away from the fact that I wouldn’t be alone. Then, there was a considerable number of men who wanted to be ‘punished’ by me and also wanted to have sex with my husband.

I had to admit that the idea of watching two men having sex could have physical consequences for me. In my mind’s eye, the men were naturally slim, athletic and good looking. Unfortunately, reality was different. And above all, my husband wasn’t bisexual at all, nor was I dominant– just a bit submissive during sex. So that wasn’t an alternative, either.

Some of those in the latter category were also persistent to the point of being pushy, and were very demanding about how quickly and through which channels a woman should communicate with them. I asked myself the almost philosophical question of whether the gentleman was really submissive when he made such demands of his future dominatrix. It made me want to spank these men, albeit non-erotically. Was that the real goal?

Be that as it may, the offers were narrowed down. We then dated a few gentlemen, and realized that they hadn’t been very precise with the information in their profiles– that they they’d missed out ten years of life; that they’d led a life in the fast lane, which was reflected in their faces; or, sometimes, that they had overseen to mention that they were fifteen kilograms overweight. All in all, it was pretty sobering.

But then an interesting contact finally opened up. However, this had the typical internet disadvantage that Kiel and Passau met, as I always say. For Americans it would mean that “Anchorge meets Dallas”.

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In fact, it was us in the Rhineland, with him in Switzerland. I wondered why Urs– that was what the gentleman called himself– had contacted me at all. There was no chance of a long-term arrangement. Thomas and I had no interest in ‘flying from flower to flower.’ Well, I could think of one reason why Urs got in touch, despite the unfavorable starting position. It was me.

I was in my mid-40s at the time, with dark blonde hair, was slim and athletic, not ugly; I thought my appearance still aroused (and still arouses!) considerable interest in the world of men. It was also obvious that we weren’t rednecks– stupid didn’t fuck well, brain was sexy. So Urs might have hoped that, contrary to geography, something could be made possible after all.

I read his email, and yes, I did get the impression that I would like to meet the gentleman if it were somehow possible. Urs stated (and everything on the internet is true, as Abraham Lincoln said) that he was a businessman and regularly traveled to the Rhineland. We could meet, get to know each other, and see if we could imagine more. By his own admission, he was fifty-five, about ten years older than me, and a few years older than my husband. That wasn’t a problem, I’d never really been into younger men.

His photo showed a rather handsome man, with a narrow, sharply cut face, black and gray well-groomed hair, a gray, short-cropped beard and a lot of laugh lines on his face. Not bad, I thought, as I found (and still find) laugh lines or a somewhat wrinkled face, quite sexy on a man.

(A note to any mockers: Yes, women also have an impression of who looks better than others. And on most dating portals, a photo is the first thing that catches the eye.)

But Urs also stood out with his writing in his emails. I certainly wouldn’t go to bed with a handsome redneck.

According to Urs, he was a businessman who regularly travelled around the Rhineland. It would make sense to meet up, talk and find out whether the chemistry was good enough to imagine more. However, I was a little put off by the sexual preferences listed in his profile. It was clear that he belonged to the latex-and-leather faction, and that he was a dominant BDSM lover. That wasn’t a bad thing, in principle, as my husband and I had experimented a bit. I had always liked being touched harder and I also liked a good slap on the bottom during sex in the right mood. But pain beyond that wasn’t my thing at all. That had to be clarified because I wouldn’t, for example, let myself be whipped, to have my breasts tied off, or to have a gag put on, and I didn’t want to be maltreated with needles.

Then another really important question arose. Would I, maybe, like him too much? Would it disrupt my relationship with my husband? Urs was really interesting. Only then, did I truly understand that my husband and I were playing with fire.

In the evening, I told my husband about this contact; I said openly that I really liked Urs.

My husband grinned. “Ute, it seems to me that I have more trust in myself and you, than you have in yourself. We had children together and ate many a sack of salt together. Do you really think that it can be lost so quickly?”

That gave me something to think about. Was I afraid because I didn’t see myself in my marriage? I was no longer cranky, like I was when I was younger. But right then, with our shared ‘second spring’ and the exciting new experiences and desires in the area of sexuality, the relationship was truly revitalized and more exciting than ever.

Thomas is right, I thought, a life together can only be quickly pushed aside if something was already wrong. But right now, it was just great with Thomas.

I smiled at Thomas. “You’re right. I love you and it will stay that way!” Then I kissed him on the mouth.

That was how it was sealed. We would throw ourselves into this adventure.

Urs was very pleased to read about us, and suggested meeting in Düsseldorf in a month’s time. That wasn’t far away. We agreed and arranged a date at his hotel; (no, dear readers,) not to XXX directly, but to make small talk at the hotel bar. Whether we would do it together later… was another question. It was one thing to fantasize about, but when it came to deciding, it was a lot harder in reality.

Thomas and I were both very excited about Urs. I dressed up a bit and dressed femininely, but not overly erotic. I chose a black cocktail dress, the famous ‘little black dress’ which had an asymmetrical neckline and one strap, a ‘socially inconspicuous’ neckline, with a tight pearl necklace; complete with dark tights and pumps, which were already feminine, but not slutty. I was happy with my outfit, and so was Thomas.

Thomas smiled, and said, “If he doesn’t respond to that, he’s not a man!”

We disguised the trip to Düsseldorf as an invitation from friends to Grandma, who had to look after the children. There was a crackling atmosphere between my husband and me. The background of the date excited me, and I wanted to undress myself and my husband straight away and… But unfortunately there was no time for that.

We drove to the hotel in Düsseldorf; it belonged to one of the big chains. We entered and looked around. On the left, there was a restaurant which also seemed to have a bar attached. The spacious room opened up with an elongated bar on the right side, gleaming with chrome, black surfaces, and mirrors. On the opposite side, there were small tables and chairs. Urs was sitting at one of them in a dark suit. I smiled. He obviously wanted to present a serious and well-groomed impression.

The hotel bar was not very busy in the late afternoon, which was fine with us. This way, no one would hear the content of our conversation. Urs saw us, smiled, and stood up to shake hands with Thomas and me. That was a very pleasant start. Urs looked a little better in person than in his photos.

“I am very happy that it worked out today. Very nice, and I think I should mention that…” Urs smiled a little mischievously. “Thomas, you should consider yourself lucky, I think, you have a very beautiful wife!”

Urs was quite the gentleman. He spoke German with a Swiss accent. However, judging by his Mediterranean appearance, he could have had ancestors from Italian or French-speaking Switzerland. A really interesting man.

Thomas smiled. “I know!” was all he said.

Yes, I admit it, his words were like music to my ears; I thought this kind of indirect compliment to my husband from Urs was quite clever. It was a compliment to me, but directed at my husband and, from my point of view, showed he didn’t want to force himself into the marriage. Perhaps, some emancipated women would find that stupid because I appeared to be an appendage to my husband, but I didn’t see it that way.

Then we made the usual small talk at first. What we did, or what he did, what you would do in your free time. But Urs then took the initiative, and went a little more ‘in medias res’.

“If I’ve understood correctly, would this be your first time with a second man?” asked Urs.

Thomas confirmed, “Yes, that’s the case. We really would be newcomers. It would mainly be about Ute. I’m not bi. It’s just a fantasy shared by the two of us.”

Urs looked at Thomas. “You’re sure you won’t get jealous if I get involved with Ute? Have you actually imagined that? Please do that. Imagine it as concretely as possible. I’m lying between her legs, thrusting and she’s obviously aroused, let’s say she’s moaning loudly. How does this idea make you feel?”

Phew, I thought, Urs is really going for it. His description automatically made my head spin and I had to admit, the idea made me wet. I was a bit embarrassed and I was afraid I was going to blush. Urs, the philanderer, then looked at me with a smile and, as it seemed to me at the time, a knowing look. He knows exactly what’s going on between your legs, I thought.

Then Thomas replied, “I think it’s good, Urs, that you’re warning me. You’re right. We need to know exactly what we’re doing. We’ve been through this before in a different constellation with a woman. I think I see it the way Ute saw it back then. It just turns me on that my wife is so horny that one man isn’t enough. It’s just sex and… sorry… You are then something like a means to an end for us. We use you to maximize our pleasure, so to speak!”

I was curious to see how Urs would react. Urs grinned, and said with a laugh, “That’s okay. I told you that I like BDSM as the dominant partner. As a Dom, I also see myself as a tool for my sub to give her pleasure. If that’s the case, it’s okay. And I notice that you have thought about it. That’s good, you’re not naïve. To be completely honest, I would love to try it with you!” And then he looked at me, in particular.

Whoa… that is a look. I got even wetter. I then got involved. It was actually mainly about me because I would be going to bed with Urs, not Thomas.

“I think I would like to dare. Thomas, what do you think?” I said quite quietly.

I was afraid you could hear quite clearly that I was aroused. I could feel the heat rising in my cleavage, neck and cheeks. I must have turned quite red from pleasure and some shame at the pleasure I was feeling.

Thomas looked at me, smiling, and also looking, somehow, knowingly; he probably sensed how I was feeling. I was a little annoyed that I seemed to be such an open book. But I found the situation really quite exciting.

Then my husband said, “I’m in!” Thomas then brought up the subject of BDSM and that we were also beginners. I intervened, and made it clear that I wasn’t into pain beyond a slap, and that my breasts, in particular, shouldn’t be maltreated. Urs just said that he hadn’t even thought about BDSM elements in the game for a first time. That reassured me a lot.

We then discussed when and how we could see each other. All sides had to organize something. Thomas made it clear, again, that he wasn’t a cuckold, but Urs had already understood that beforehand. I found it all incredibly exciting. We finally said goodbye.

On the way back, I asked my husband, “What do you think of him?”

Thomas smiled. “After almost twenty years of marriage and three children, I find him nice and interesting. If you were my girlfriend and not my wife, I would probably be less relaxed!”

I laughed and put my hand on his thigh, reassuringly. “Yes, he looks good, he knows how to behave, he tells interesting stories, but you don’t have to be afraid, really!”

Thomas’ reply reassured me that the two gentlemen had clearly recognized my condition. “Ute, I know you. You were totally horny. You were almost glowing, weren’t you, or am I right?”

Shit, I thought, everyone saw it. Hopefully, not the hotel staff, too. Then, I answered Thomas’ question, “I found the situation pretty exciting. I mean, when do you talk to a stranger about your sexual preferences in a hotel? It doesn’t go unnoticed!”

One of the reasons I married Thomas was because he’s not stupid, and I can’t fool him. He proved that again, and I loved (and love) him for that, among other things.

“Ute, be honest… when he described how he fucks you, you got totally wet!”

But, I had to argue a little, “A little bit excited, yes, fine.” I lied.

Thomas, the carrion, reached between my legs during the ride and triumphantly showed me his finger. “My darling, you’re still wet!”

“Stupid,” I said, half angry that he had caught me and half excited that he had touched me. I remembered the situation in the hotel just then, and Shit, I thought, I’m getting even wetter.

Thomas laughed out loud, and just said: “At home, you’ll get ‘stupid’!”

That didn’t help, either. I was then longing to go home, so that Thomas could spend time with me. Yes, we weren’t able to rush home straight away because we still had to pick up the children, but I would remember it to be a long and exciting night.

In the days that followed, the plans for a date with Urs took shape. There was intensive email contact. He would be back in the Rhineland and in Düsseldorf in a month’s time. He suggested meeting up on a weekend. We then had to organize childcare. We told Grandma about a concert at the Tonhalle in Düsseldorf, followed by a meal and an overnight stay. We also rented a room in his hotel, where we would sleep ‘afterwards’ because if everything went well, the night would be long and we would probably be drinking. I found it quite exciting as it slowly took shape.

Shortly before the date, we exchanged HIV tests. It was certainly not very romantic, but our health came first. Even when Urs had made a very well-groomed impression, he could have had bad luck during his previous adventures. And he had no way of knowing what we were up to. “Trust is good, control is better”, as Lenin once said.

And then the time had come. It was a Saturday in spring. I was faced with the question of what was a woman supposed to wear for such an occasion. I had to laugh inside. I was then choosing clothes to look attractive in, and then quickly taking them off again. This was a classic paradox, it seemed to me. I solved the problem by thinking about our cover story for Grandma, who was supposed to be looking after the children. So, I dressed as if I was going to a classical concert– an elegant dress, pumps, and subtle makeup.

However, I made a change for the event. Instead of tights, I wore thigh-high stockings. I would never normally wear them because I don’t like the pressure on my thighs. I usually wore tights, knee-highs, socks, or no stockings at all. But since I knew that men liked them, I made an exception for this event. Thomas was wearing a suit. Hmmmmm, that got me in the mood again, because I like men in suits, or even tuxedos.

Thomas was also wide-eyed when he saw me in black underwear and thigh-highs. “Oh… the lady is wearing sexy lingerie for the Swiss?” Thomas remarked, somewhat sarcastically.

“No,” I countered, “For the special event and you’re there, too, and get something out of it. So, for both of you! Okay?”

Thomas grinned. “You bet I have, and will get something out of it!” He gave me a pat on the bottom. He was already in his suit and looked great. I would have loved to fall all over him.

The children were then picked up by their grandparents, and my husband and I set off. We didn’t talk much in the car. The upcoming event made my stomach turn a little and I was afraid that I may have bitten off too much. But Thomas is with me, I thought, and that calmed me down again. We parked in the hotel’s underground garage, took the elevator up, and went to the bar.

Urs was already sitting there at a small table, a little secluded from the rest of the bar. He was also wearing a dark suit. I thought Urs looked very smart; he had something of Omar Sharif about him. I was already starting to get wet between my legs again. We greeted each other, he gave me a kiss on the cheek… woah… with the background of our meeting in my head, I was already aroused by the touch of his lips.

“What would you like to drink?” Urs asked us. We decided on champagne. Urs was completely uninhibited; the situation was obviously not new to him. I wondered how often he had experienced something like this before. The conversation rippled on about trivialities.

Then Urs took the floor, and asked, “Shall we go to my room?”

Things got serious. I was nervous and excited. My nerves were on edge.

My husband said, “We have a double room here. That should probably be bigger!” Thomas grinned. “Especially the bed, I think!”

Urs winked with one eye. “Feel invited. I’ve rented a suite especially for you! So to me, not to you!” We all had to laugh.

Yes, the world is coming to an end. His suite, then. We made our way across the stone slabs of the shiny, dark brown floor to the hotel elevator. My legs were shaking a little with excitement. Somehow, it was like the first time. The elevator hummed. It went ‘ping’, the doors opened, and a few people got out. We got in with other guests. I tried to take an unobtrusive look at one of the mirror walls in the elevator to see myself. I had red marks on my neckline.

Oh God, I thought, everyone can see that I want to get it on with two men.

I tried to look as calm as possible. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The three of us stepped out. My heart was pounding in my throat.

“This way, please!” said Urs, and went ahead. A moment later, he stopped in front of a door, put down the code card and the door popped open. We stepped inside. There were two rooms. One room was furnished like a small living room, with a gray upholstered couch and a glass coffee table in front of it; a little further back, in a corner, there was another armchair in red. Modern and functional, I thought. Next to it was another room with a closet and a wide, relatively high double bed.

“Have a seat,” said Urs, “would you like another drink?”

“Another glass of champagne would be nice,” I replied, determined to pluck up my courage.

Urs opened the minibar, took out a Piccolo and poured me a glass. The gentlemen sat down on the sofa. I stood around indecisively.

“Thomas, are you?” asked Urs?

“I’m perfectly happy,” said my husband, and then asked, “Nice suite. It’s really cozy. I bet it wasn’t cheap?”

Urs smiled. “I don’t always live like this. But I thought that if it’s your first time with your second man, the ambience should be just right!”

The armchair was still free for me, but I’d be a bit out of the way.

Well, that isn’t really being friendly, I thought. How do you go on in a situation like this? You don’t learn that in dance school or anywhere else.

I finished my glass in one big gulp. The gentlemen were comparing Zurich to Düsseldorf. I saw them sitting in their suits, smiling and talking. Those suits, that hair… and they both wanted me together… Something was happening to me again, especially as I saw this big, plush bed out of the corner of my eye.

Yes… what is going to happen now? I thought nervously.

The gentlemen were still talking, and no one was making any effort to deal with me. I was standing around, looking stupid, and was already pretty aroused… no, that was a bit of an understatement… I was already pretty horny and wanted more.

My God, when is someone finally going to touch me? I thought.

My mental movie replayed a scene that I had always imagined. I would simply undress lasciviously in front of a stranger. I had to smile. Of course, this was an opportunity to realize this fantasy. And that was exactly why my husband and I were here, to turn fantasies into reality. “Ute,” I said to myself, “Do it!” Dare to do it!” I finished the Piccolo and put the glass on the table.

If the prophet didn’t come to the mountain, the mountain had to come to the– two prophets– in this case. They were also sitting so invitingly on the couch with the table in front of them. I stood right in front of the table, right in their field of vision, and unzipped my dress. The gentlemen looked puzzled, as my dress slowly slipped down to the floor. I stepped out of my dress, smiled at Urs, winked at my husband, unclasped my bra and let it fall off, too.

“Wow,” said Urs.

Thomas beamed.

Finally, I took off my panties, twisted them around my finger and threw them aside… like a stripper. I’d always wanted to do that. Naked, only wearing my stockings and my pumps, I staggered around the table to Urs’ left and knelt down in front of him. I looked at him, and said with a smile, “I wanted to thank you for the invitation!” Then, I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. As a compliment to me, it was rock hard and already quite wet.

“Man, you look hot!” I heard my husband from the side.

I took Urs’ cock into my mouth. It was a little longer and a little thicker than my husband’s. I ran my lips back and forth over his glans. It tasted slightly salty. Then I put it a little deeper in my mouth. Urs groaned slightly and grabbed my head in his hands. He moved it back and forth a little. That was a new experience for me.

He told me the pace at which I should suck his cock, take it in and let it out of my mouth again. He used me like that. I liked that very much. His dominant nature probably broke through. I was curious to see what would happen next with him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my husband stand up, then he pushed the small table away to the side.

Then I heard Thomas next to me. “Ute, here’s another cock for you!”

Yes, another one, that is exactly the kick, that is my kick.

I let Urs’ cock slip out of my mouth and turned around. Thomas had already unzipped his pants and I saw his beauty hard and erect, coloured dark brown turning to a dark red, filled with blood, and the glans shiny with moisture. Then I looked again at Urs, whose cock was also rock hard and shiny. I bit my lip. That was so hot. Two men, who were excited about me, waiting to penetrate me. I had to say, I had a lot of fun playing with them and teasing them further. My last fears had fallen away. I squatted in front of Thomas with my legs spread wide, and also pampered him in French.

Behind me, Urs said, “A beautiful back can also be delightful… and that bottom!” He seemed to like what he saw.

That, and the feeling of being watched while I was sucking cock, turned me on immensely. Almost automatically, my right hand slid between my legs and began playing with my clit. I heard footsteps, so I paused for a moment, and looked around. Urs had gotten up and was standing to my right, his cock erect. I released my clitoris again and grabbed the second cock with my right hand. I rubbed Urs’ cock, who moaned gratefully, as I blew my husband.

The situation was simply exhilarating, my level of excitement rose steadily. I liked the interest and enthusiasm of the two men and I enjoyed my growing horniness. Well, I didn’t want to disadvantage either of them, and Urs was surrounded by the magic of the new, the strange and the unknown. So I switched and devoted myself to his penis orally again. Thomas had to make do with my left hand. Beforehand, I changed my position and knelt, because constantly squatting in front of the two of them was a bit uncomfortable, even if I couldn’t reach my lap so easily anymore.

Urs finally withdrew from my blowjob to undress. Thomas joined in. I thought that was a good idea. Then the two gentlemen could soon return the favor for my French lesson. So we moved into the bedroom, all three of us– totally nude– except for my thigh-highs and my pumps. Urs suggested that I lie down on the bed, Thomas stood next to me, and Urs took me.

I remember thinking sarcastically at first, Urs, how unselfish of you, and then being insanely curious about how he felt inside me.

Thomas didn’t mind and didn’t seem jealous, either. I got out of my pumps, climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. Urs followed me onto the bed. Then came the moment of moments. Next to me, I noticed the shadow of my husband looking at Urs and then between my legs. I spread my legs and smiled at Urs. I uttered quietly, “Urs, come!”

But Urs just grinned at me, lay down between my legs, spread them a little wider, and bent his head over my lap. Then I felt his tongue glide over my clitoris.

“Aaaahhhh,” I gasped. The gentle touch went through me. I instinctively took a deep breath and held it. My back arched a little, my breasts, with their stiff nipples, lifted.

“She likes that!” Thomas said, obviously very pleased with my condition and the sight. “Ute, you look hot!” He bent his abdomen towards me and I turned my head towards him. Then I grabbed Thomas’ cock with one hand and inserted it into my mouth. My husband thrust gently. I could then clearly feel my husband’s cock at the top and Thomas’ tongue at the bottom. “You must be a horny piece of work,” I thought to myself. We, or rather I, had really dared to do it.

The excitement of the day and this, had increased my arousal more and more. I moaned loudly again, when Urs pushed two fingers into my pussy. There was that wet smacking sound that turned me on so much. It must have been clear to Thomas and Urs that I was aroused to the max and dripping wet.

Oh God, this is unbearable, I thought, as Thomas also started to, practically, fuck my mouth. I was being used, but at the same time, they also served to satisfy me, to make me feel my most secret desires. My shame dissolved and I enjoyed it. I let myself go, let myself fall, and then came a liberating, relieving first quick orgasm.

The two of them let me catch my breath. Neither of them had come yet. They looked at me a little scrutinizingly. Urs was the first to respond. “Ute… next round?” he asked, with a mischievous smile.

This could be something, I thought, if it continues at this pace. Yes, I am ready for the next round. But this time, I want to be fucked, too. French is nice, it’s nicest when a woman does it, but I like the feeling of him inside me even more.

I smiled at Urs. He was already between my legs, so he should be the first to penetrate me. “Yes… I am… Urs, but your cock now, please!” I said, half aloud.

Urs didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t encounter any resistance. I was open, very wet and he penetrated me without any difficulty. It was the first time a stranger had fucked me in my marriage.

Oh God, this is so hot, I thought, as my husband demanded entry into my mouth with his cock again.

I had to wait for the right moment, as Urs thrust quite hard and got me moving a bit. Urs became more and more active inside me. He spread my legs even wider and supported himself with his hands in the crooks of my knees. He fixed me like this and then thrust into me. I lay open and spread wide in front of him. My husband watched and thrust a little harder into my mouth. He was obviously fascinated and aroused by the scene.

Urs had a pace that really got me going. Slowly, the feeling of extreme pleasure built up again in my abdomen. It happened unexpectedly quickly. I was probably completely overstimulated by the situation. “Mmmmhh,” I began to moan, which spurred the two men on even more. My husband moaned, too.

Urs drove me on with his thrusts, which had become even more powerful and he continued to cheer me on, “Ute, yes… let yourself go… I want to hear you…!” I tensed up and my muscles contracted around his cock. Oh, I could feel him even more and he could probably feel me, too. In any case, Urs let out a loud grumble. “Oh yes… That’s good, you horny piece,” he murmured, enthusiastically.

Thomas also spoke. “Did she do it? She grabs you, right…? Oh yeah, that’s awesome!” Thomas knew exactly what was going on. He liked it a lot, too. I felt the shocks much more clearly.

Something violent was brewing in me. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t keep quiet. I could no longer focus on Thomas’ cock in my mouth, and let him slip out. And then it started. I grabbed Urs with both arms and pulled him to me. I pressed my mouth against his. Then I came. Not once– several times. I didn’t have to say anything. Urs also understood that he should come inside me; he came deeply, very deep. I liked that very much… yes, I wouldn’t have left him out, I would have hugged him.

It was just the whole situation. Two cocks, two handsome men, my husband, who enjoyed the fact that I had felt supreme pleasure. Whoa… that got me up really fast. Urs moaned loudly, too; staying as deep as he could. I pressed his butt against me with both hands. Stay inside me, that’s what that means. Urs understood. He was still on top of me. I felt his erection waning. Finally, he rolled to the left and looked at me.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

“Hey,” said my husband.

I had forgotten him in the heat of battle.

“I haven’t come yet! Ute, right again?”

Oha… That was the difference. If I wanted to and could, I would be able to feel someone inside me all the time. And in me was… Yes… I was not only wet with my juices, but also with Urs’. Did I want to go again? I was indecisive, the highs just were violent. I was still breathing a little harder. I remembered the most amazing night with my husband, in which he had exhausted me through one night, alternating with his hand, tongue, and cock. Over and over, until I couldn’t.

Oha… the memory of it awakened the spirits of life and the lust again. But there was something else…

“Thomas… Urs came inside me. Uh… You know what I mean, does that bother you?” I asked.

Thomas grinned. “I love the idea that you are so horny and need the next one right away! No, it doesn’t bother me… On one condition!”

“And that would be?” I asked.

“You’ll lick my dick clean afterwards!” replied Thomas.

My goodness, what a performance. My husband fucks me and then I suck his, mine and Urs’ juice off his cock. I got hot. It was filthy, dirty… and I found it making me horny. Yes… I wanted to be the nice-pretty-woman-and-mother-next-door during the day, and the horny slut at night. No one would look at me during the day. That kept me going. That was exactly my thing, my kick.

“Yes… I will!” I answered Thomas.

“Whow,” said Urs, who was lying next to me.

“Whow!” said my husband, who was standing next to me, and he sort of pounced on me.

“Come on, turn around,” Thomas commanded. I turned onto my stomach and he lifted my bottom. I understood what he wanted. Thomas knew that I loved doggy. I got down on all fours and, yes, I guess you could call it that, he jumped me from behind. He penetrated me immediately, which was no problem for me with Urs’ preparation. He slid deeply into my pussy without resistance.

Thomas thrust hard and violently. Turning my head to the left, I saw Urs, who had erected his upper body and was watching with interest, as my husband fucked me. Urs reached for my breasts with one hand, grabbed a nipple and held it with his fingers. So every time Thomas pushed me forward, I automatically pulled on my nipple myself. The pain of pleasure went deep into my body through my chest. The cock below, the nipple above. It was incredibly intense.

My husband asked with a gasp, “Urs… should we spit-roast her?”

Urs asked me, “Do you like it?”

I nodded silently, my face contorted with lust; I couldn’t talk at the moment as Thomas was really letting off steam inside me. Oh God… that’s awesome… yes… front and back! I thought.

Thomas then stopped, slipped out of me, and pulled me back. He got off the bed and positioned me so that he still had room behind me and Urs was able to position himself in front of my head. Urs climbed around me and stood on the bed in front of me. I knew what he wanted, tilted my head and wrapped my lips around his glans, grabbing his cock, which was hard again, but still sticky with cum.

Then, my husband mounted me, and you should really call it that. He penetrated me and squatted on my bottom, the thought of animals in heat came to mind, and I found it extremely hot to be taken like that. I had often imagined it and here I was experiencing it.

Urs grabbed my hair and held my head in place. Then he began to thrust into my mouth. I clutched his cock and enjoyed the sensation of feeling a cock in front and behind. The two men got louder. Their movements inside me became more intense. I closed my eyes and let them use me. Yes, they were raging inside me, but it was exactly what I wanted. Letting myself go, letting myself fall, just following my urges, being fucked hard.

Thomas mumbled something incomprehensible and then moaned loudly. It was clear he couldn’t hold out much longer. Then he came, too, rammed his cock as deeply as he could into me, stayed inside me and squirted inside me. Finally, he collapsed onto my back and I let Urs’ cock slide out of my mouth. Urs let go of my hair. I lay down on my stomach with Thomas lying on my back. We lay like that for a moment.

“That was awesome,” I heard my husband on my back. He slid out of me and rolled to the side.

Urs spoke up, “Hey Ute, I’m still here, too. You wanted two cocks, now get busy with them, too!” he laughed.

“Oh… just a moment!” I interjected. “I still have something to do!” I got down on all fours, turned around, stretched my bottom out towards Urs and bent my head over my husband’s cock. Then I put my lips over the flaccid cock, sucked on it and licked it clean. I thought it was just wonderfully naughty to lick the cock with traces of Thomas’, Urs’ and my cum.

“She really does it!” I heard my husband say in disbelief.

“What a woman!” said Urs, with an appreciative undertone.

I just wondered when he would continue. I had presented my lap and bottom to him invitingly for a reason. I didn’t have to ask him, either; a moment later, I felt him slide into me again. Oh yes, I just thought, Give it to me!

Urs thrust slowly and deeply. He let me feel every inch. I was a little disappointed, at first, because I was expecting something more intense after Thomas’ wild ramming. But Urs grabbed my buttocks and pulled me against him with every thrust. I tensed up inside again, and then I felt him very intensely. Lust gripped me. It was completely different from the usual. Slowly, but all the more intensely, a climax built up inside me again. I wanted to feel him faster and harder, but Urs just continued in his rhythm. I was dissatisfied and impatient, at first. But then a very intense feeling slowly built up in my abdomen.

Is it because he simply doesn’t care about my wishes and is taking me as he wants? I still don’t know.

I came all the more violently and intensely. My upper body sank onto the abdomen of my lying husband. I could no longer concentrate on the blowjob; the feeling that tightened in my abdomen was too strong. I let my husband’s cock slip out of my mouth, bit my lips and still couldn’t suppress a loud moan. I was cumming again.

“Girl, are you cumming again?” my husband asked, ecstatically. “Let me take a look at you. You look so hot when you come!” Thomas rolled to the side and leaned forward so that he could see my face, which was still marked by the after-effects of my last climax. He kissed me on the mouth, which I returned, exhausted.

I couldn’t answer yet. Whoa… these two were really getting to me. “Sucker,” I mumbled, but then I had to smile. He loved to see me like this, with my face contorted with lust, and I loved him for allowing me to live out my wildest fantasies and getting excited about them. I would never do it with anyone without him, it was so fulfilling for both of us.

We took a short break. Urs got us something to drink from the minibar.

I was happy to get something fizzy. Urs looked at my naked body intensely and then said, “What a woman, beautiful, passionate, lustful, uninhibited!”

I had to swallow a little at the word ‘uninhibited’.

Urs could see that I was a little touched. He grinned, and asked, “Not uninhibited? Ute, are you miffed now?”

I had to set the record straight. “I’m not uninhibited. I don’t do this with just anyone. In fact, you’re the first stranger I’ve gone to bed with. And I don’t do everything, either. Not by a long shot. You’d better be happy that I chose you!”

Urs rowed back. “I didn’t mean it in a nasty or derogatory way. I find uninhibited women attractive!”

I wasn’t satisfied with this explanation. “It’s not about you and what you find. I’m not uninhibited, that’s the point?”

Urs said, “Yes, I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way at all. I think you’re great the way you are. Is it better like this?”

No, it wasn’t better because he said the same thing again in disguise. But I didn’t want to dwell on this comment, and ended the discussion with, “Yes, that’s fine. I just wanted to make that clear so that no one gets the wrong impression of me!”

“It’s been received,” said Urs.

Thomas smiled at me. “Honey, I love you just the way you are, with your limits, because of your limits and up to your limits, so to speak, borderline!”

I had to laugh. Thomas had saved the day with his comment, and I gave him a big kiss in return. And more. I remembered that I had stopped pleasuring him when Urs had brought me to climax again from behind. Kissing his body, I worked my way down, but took a short break to suck on his nipples. I knew this was really turning him on. I looked down at him and saw that there was already a lot going on between his legs. Then, I mounted him, turning my back to Urs, and rode Thomas. I bent down to him and kissed Thomas passionately, while I moved my pelvis up and down with his cock inside me.

Thomas whispered in my ear, “Do you want the second cock inside you now?”

I was getting hot. This was a fantasy I had talked about with Thomas. Feeling two cocks in my pussy at the same time. I’m so into penetration after all. Pornographers would probably call it ‘double vaginal’. But my anger at Urs was too great. I didn’t want to allow him, who had called me ‘uninhibited’, this triumph, that I would ask him to take me in my pussy at the same time as my husband. I was not uninhibited.

“No, I only want you now,” I whispered back. That fired Thomas up. He started to hold my bottom and I started to thrust myself from below, passionately, hard. I could feel that he was very turned on by the fact that I preferred him to Urs. This was my husband, my Thomas. I sank onto his upper body and snuggled up to him. Then we turned, somewhat awkwardly, into the missionary position. Thomas instinctively sensed that I needed more closeness right then. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly while he went wild inside me.

Yes, Thomas… just like that, I thought.

He reached under my bottom and lifted it slightly. This gave him the perfect angle. I had to stifle a cry of pleasure, but I moaned very loudly.

“I’m yours,” I whispered in his ear, which turned him on even more. Thomas made a guttural noise, he was obviously close to climaxing. I let go of his upper body and grabbed his bottom firmly. He could clearly feel my fingernails in his buttocks. “Yes, give it to me! Come!” I whispered in his ear. That gave him the rest. Thomas moaned loudly and thrust into me as deeply as he could. A moment later, I felt the warm liquid inside me. Then he lay down on top of me, but stayed inside me a little longer. I hadn’t come yet, but it was still very satisfying to feel so clearly how much pleasure I had given my husband. I kissed him deeply and intimately. He responded passionately.

“You two lovebirds, you make a great couple… you two are very passionate!” Urs said, from the background.

Thomas and I turned around with a grin. Urs was squatting at the head of the bed and had laid a hand on himself. He had been watching us and had probably gotten his money’s worth. I was somewhat reconciled with him again.

Urs looked at me mischievously, in his familiar way. “Would you be ready for a round with just me?”

I had to smile. It was a bit surreal and new. It was somehow more intimate than being taken by both of them together. The idea of having sex with another man alone was even more unusual, more surprising, stranger than having sex with both of them together. Somehow, it was just sex when Thomas was involved.

But like this? I thought, or is it the moment just now, it is so intimate between me and Thomas, that now sex alone with Urs seems even more exotic?

I looked at Thomas, questioningly.

Thomas just said, “Anything the lady wants!”

Is this what I want now? Or is it me just thinking I can’t refuse Urs now?

Then I felt an encouraging pat on my bottom. It was Thomas. He said, “Don’t worry, I’m not jealous, not after just now! If you want, take it, Wildcat!”

I had to smile. I had always been called ‘Wildcat’ in karate. And Thomas had probably sensed the same moment as I did, and wanted to show me that I could trust him, and that he trusted me.

I really, really love this guy. He knows me so well. Okaaaay, I thought. Thomas had resolved my ambivalence. I can’t do anything wrong.

I winked at Urs. “Come to me!”

But this time, Urs didn’t give me a French lesson. I smiled inwardly. The gentleman was too good for that. He didn’t want to spoil me down there with his tongue after he and Thomas had come inside me.

It was completely different from when I was with Thomas. I didn’t embrace Urs, I kept my distance, so to speak. Pulling him closer to me then, embracing him, would be too intimate for me after my husband. But Urs didn’t want that, either. He spread my legs wide and rested his hands on the backs of my knees. He looked me in the face and smiled, which I thought was a bit cheeky.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see him at that moment. There was something humiliating about lying in front of him, with my legs spread extremely wide. I didn’t like it very much. I actually liked being taken. Was it still the comment from a moment ago that lingered? Was it because he was a stranger, after all?

Urs seemed to sense that. He grabbed me and turned me onto my stomach. Then he lay down on my back and fiddled with his organ between my buttocks for a moment. His glans pressed against my anus, and I pulled my bottom away a little. He knew I didn’t like anal. Was he trying that now? That would be really serious trouble. That had been agreed beforehand. I tensed up a little and got scared.

No, he found my pussy and quickly slid inside me. It was all wet from mine and their cum. Mmmmm, that felt good. I really liked this position, as well as doggy. His hands reached under my torso for my breasts and grabbed them. He thrust hard and grabbed my breasts quite roughly. But that was fine. I liked that. I pressed my head into the bed and moaned into the sheets. It was much better like this. I couldn’t see him, it was less intimate and I relaxed again.

I heard Thomas say, “Oh, now we’re really getting down to business!”

I guess you could say that.

Urs was really fucking me. Did the little Dom in him want revenge for my protest against the ‘uninhibited’? Had he just sensed my hesitation in the missionary position, and did he want to punish me, to show me who was boss in the ring? I didn’t know and I never asked him.

Urs worked himself inside me and on me. I was aroused, I liked it, but the special magic that had brought me to so many climaxes before, seemed to have faded somewhat. Urs let go of my breasts and continued to ram me violently. His movements became more frantic. The knowledge that he would soon come also turned me on further. My abdomen began to pull again. However, Urs came before it had intensified into another orgasm. Exhausted, he let go of me and rolled to the side again.

We were all pretty exhausted by then. I rolled onto my stomach and stuffed a pillow under my head. I needed some rest to process all of this. My husband lay on my right, Urs on my left. It was a bit cramped. Urs was quite the gentleman, vacated the bed and sat down on an armchair in the bedroom.

“This way we all have more space,” he said.

Then we were all silent for a while.

Finally, my husband broke the silence. “Well, I’m going to get something from the mini-bar. Would anyone else like something to drink?”

I wanted another fizzy drink, Urs wanted a beer. A moment later, the three of us were back in the dormitory, drinking.

“Oh man,” I heard my husband say, gently stroking my breasts and stomach with his fingers. “That was awesome and Ute, you seem to have gotten your money’s worth?” Thomas looked at me questioningly.

“Oh yes… I found it very exciting, too. I didn’t think I really dared to do that. But it was great… and yes… it was very intense for me,” I replied. “Well, I have to go to the bathroom now and freshen up!” Then I got up to get myself ready to clean up the slimy mess between my legs.

Once I had cleaned myself up, I went back into the bedroom. Thomas was still lying on the bed and Urs was sitting in the armchair. They were both grinning at me. Something was up.

Thomas started right away. “Ute, I told Urs about your fantasy! He’s fascinated by the idea!”

Oh well, I had a bad feeling. “What do you mean?” I played dumb.

“Ute, you know… you always wanted to try two cocks in your pussy!” Thomas replied.

That’s exactly what I had feared. I actually didn’t want to make the decision whether to try it out yet. Thomas beamed at me. It was clear that he found the idea incredibly exciting. Urs looked at me, curiously. A smile played around the corners of his eyes. Was it mockery? Was he fascinated? I couldn’t interpret it.

Urs spoke up. “I’m completely blown away by this idea. It sounds incredibly exciting. I have to admit, I’ve never experienced that, either, and would love to. But…!” Then he was clearly smiling, a little mockingly. “I won’t think of you as ‘uninhibited’, just very lustful, imaginative, exciting, thrilling. I hope that sounds better now!”

I had to laugh a little. He had given it back to me. I was reconciled with him again. And… my God, their cocks were getting hard again. Obviously, the idea turned them on immensely. Yes, me too.

“Well, I don’t know if I can do it, if it works, if I like it then… yes, I wanted to try it out… but would you like it…? You will have quite close physical contact… and rub your cocks against each other’s… can you handle it?” I played the ball back again. But I was afraid that they had already discussed this when I was in the bathroom.

And so it was. “Yes, we both want to try it, too. The idea of you doing it turns us on enormously.” Thomas was all fired up.

Urs probably was, too. The ball came back to me.

I looked at the two of them, and in my head cinema, I was riding my husband and Urs grabbed my butt, squatted on me, penetrating me, as well. Oha… My abdomen tightened, the blood rushed to my head and I felt hot. It was, here, possible; I could experience it, if I wanted to. And if I was able to, if I was far enough gone. But I didn’t really have any serious concerns about that because I had given birth to three children without any complications, and my husband had managed– when I was very aroused– to give me his whole hand.

My mental movie had really turned me on, kindling a glow between my legs. I gave in to the feeling. I replied quietly, “Yes, I want to try it!”

“Whow!” and “Shit, that’s awesome!” stumbled from Urs’ and my husband’s mouths. That spurred me on, but also gave me a little twinge. Was I being too uninhibited? No, I thought, maybe I won’t like it at all. But on the other hand… I thought I was brave and lustful, and yes, that this was unusual and hardly any woman would ever do that, but I wasn’t into one-night stands at all, and I would never cheat on my husband– I thought that would be rather uninhibited. I had come to terms with myself again.

The two of them had become rock hard again after the brief conversation. It was quite an attractive sight. My husband was already lying on the bed. I crawled over to him and made a mess of his organ. I looked him in the eye, smiled at him, took the glans in my mouth and sucked hard on it. Thomas let out a guttural moan that spurred me on even more. I heard Urs start to move, then I felt two kneading hands on my bottom. Hmmmm, that felt good. One of Urs’ hands then slipped between my legs and stroked my pussy. Oh yes, that fired me up even more. They were both there, just waiting for me to get going. And I wanted to feel them right then, too.

So I stopped sucking my husband’s cock and mounted him. I leaned forward and kissed Thomas. Then the bed squeaked, as Urs began to mount me from behind. I paused and lay down on my husband’s upper body. I could feel more between my legs. Everything was still wet, I was still a little dilated from the sex before. Urs slowly penetrated me, too. It went quite smoothly. God, it was so hot. I was stretched slowly and carefully.

It isn’t as intense as fisting, I thought, but it is completely different because I can feel Urs’ body.

I was between the two men, like a sandwich, with me as the filling. I was completely at the mercy of them both. Then, Urs was completely inside me. I closed my eyes. It was an incredible feeling. I really liked being completely filled. And I couldn’t get away anymore, I couldn’t escape them. I didn’t want to, either. I wanted to be used. Urs began to move carefully. I felt him squatting on my backside, then leaning forward, probably supporting himself with his hands. It was so incredibly hot. It wasn’t just the ‘physical-mechanical’ part; it was this being trapped, really trapped and fixed, being at his mercy that gave me the kick. As well as being ‘filled’. It was incredibly intense.

Thomas moaned. He couldn’t really move, either, but he had to feel Urs’ penis rubbing against his cock. Obviously, that didn’t put him off. I looked at him, he looked at me.

His eyes widened, and he stammered, “Ute… You’re so horny…!” He hugged me and pressed me against him.

Urs got a little faster.

It was unbearable. An intense feeling built up deep down between my legs. Very slowly, almost in time with Urs’ movements, my arousal increased. Urs let himself be heard and mumbled something, grimly, “I’m… coming!”

Oh God no, I thought, not yet!

“Please don’t, keep going, please!” I groaned. Urs slowed down, obviously wanting to delay it. My excitement subsided a little.

“Shall we change?” Thomas asked.

“Oh no, stay in, for God’s sake!” I let myself be heard.

Then Thomas started to move on a trial basis.

Whoa, I bit into his arm. I moaned loudly. “Finish me off!” I mumbled, completely at the mercy of my feelings.

Urs held still; Thomas kept moving.

I don’t know, somehow it is even more intense because now it is my husband who is moving and fucking me, he’s not moving inside me as much as Urs, but the connection to him, that it’s him I love, I thought, then brought me to climax.

Thomas held my head tightly. It didn’t stop. It started again. I came again. When Thomas stopped moving, to let my orgasm fade away, Urs started moving again. It was so incredibly hot to be used like this, to not be able to fight it, even if I didn’t want to fight it. Urs groaned and mumbled something, but it was clear that he was cumming.

Urs slipped out of me, off me, and lay down next to us. I looked at my husband. He was the only one who hadn’t come this round, yet. Could I still? Yes, I could, and I wanted to make him climax again, too. He had given me so much pleasure. I started to ride him. Yes, I didn’t feel him as clearly as usual. Of course, I was then dilated. I moved my bottom more vigorously and tightened around him, even though I was already a little exhausted. But I was all about him right then.

“Oh man, Ute!” That was all Thomas could say. He growled with lust. Then his cock twitched inside me and he came, too.

Exhausted, I stopped and stretched out on top of him, his cock still inside me. I kissed him for a long time, and just whispered, “Love you!” Then I rolled to the side and had to recover.

The three of us were silent for a moment. Everyone was probably preoccupied with themselves and their feelings.

Then Urs was the first to speak. “You’re incredible, Ute. I’ve hardly ever seen a woman so passionate. That was just intense!”

I didn’t say anything and had to come down even further. But Urs was right. I had never experienced sex that intense. I had really enjoyed it. But I had also realized how fragile something like that can be in a threesome. If Urs hadn’t made his comment clear again, I probably wouldn’t have given myself up to him like that. Not that it would have been dangerous. I never had the feeling that I was in danger. My husband was, too. But the chemistry would no longer have been right. I wouldn’t have been able to let myself go like that in his presence.

With his last comment, however, he had regained my trust in him, I had let myself in and got involved with him and ultimately really enjoyed having taken the plunge. And I had sensed and learned something else. My relationship with my husband was so deep that having sex together with Urs didn’t jeopardize it. And I wouldn’t want to have sex without my husband.

Thomas asked me, “I thought it was absolutely hot. Ute… and you… I had the impression that you got your money’s worth!” And grinned cheekily at me.

What did he want to hear? That they were both really great pikes? That they had really taken me on and I was begging them to do it again soon? But yes… I couldn’t remember exactly how many times I had come, and that last time… I got goosebumps when I thought about the series of climaxes I had when they were both inside me.

“It was great, yes, it was pretty… yes, I admit it was amazing!” I’d made up my mind to tell the truth openly and not play coy.

Urs grinned. “Well, if it were up to me… back in this theater soon! Now, I’m going to the bathroom and have a wash. I think we’re all pretty exhausted now.”

He was right. I was really tired and just wanted to relax. Urs soon came out of the bathroom again, and my husband made his way into it.

Urs smiled at me. “Ute, again… I didn’t mean to offend you. I just wanted to say that you are a great woman. I hope I was able to clear up the misunderstanding. That would be important to me!”

I smiled back. “Yes, it’s fine, Urs. It just sounded a bit undignified and belittling to me. And the whole situation was also unusual for me, a… well… stranger talking about me like that. And it’s not really true. But, yes, we’ve sorted it out now.”

We then kept quiet for a while, and Thomas came back out of the bathroom. Then I freshened up again. When I came back, the men had already gotten dressed and I got dressed again.

Urs asked us if we wanted to have something to eat together, perhaps right here in the hotel. That wasn’t actually a stupid idea. We had arranged our date so that it could be passed off as a concert for Grandma, and we didn’t want to go back until the next day.

I laughed, and said, “Actually, it’s the other way around, go out first and then…!”

Thomas and Urs grinned. We then went to the hotel restaurant and ate together. We didn’t talk about the afternoon, but made general small talk. That was fine with me. I didn’t want to have a discussion about what had happened in the restaurant. Over coffee, after the meal, Urs asked if we wanted to meet up again. Thomas looked at me. He was probably right to pass the question on to me.

“Yes,” I said softly, “I would like to experience it again!”

Urs, the painkiller, of course, had to catch up again. “Everything?” he asked me.

It was clear what he was alluding to, of course, at the end. He tried to provoke me to testify.

But I countered him a little. “No, not everything…!” Then I took a break. Urs looked a little disappointed, Thomas too. Then, I continued, “I don’t need the remark about ‘uninhibited’ again!”

Urs looked stunned, then he laughed.

Thomas, too. “Bitch!” said Thomas, with a certain enthusiastic undertone. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I said softly, “but don’t ask me to do that all the time. It was already very intense, and I don’t know if I want to do that all the time!”

Urs replied, “No… You are the queen, it’s all about you…” He grinned and pushed in, “Almost only!”

All three of us laughed. That’s the deal. We’d do it again.

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