My Holiday Treat, an MMF Threesome

Literotic asexstories – My Holiday Treat, an MMF Threesome by blondechristine2012,blondechristine2012
My Holiday Treat, an MMF Threesome.

My first time with two guys includes double penetration.

It was the third time in two hours that he had fucked me. I had never experienced anything like it. It was part wonderful, part ridiculous, part degrading and part very risky. That is, fucking the twenty-one-year-old kid in my marital bed in my home. The kid who cut our grass, the kid on vacation from uni, the kid who came to our house each week and yes, the kid I got far too close to and ended up so close he was in me.

But by God it was amazing.

Not that it started that way because the first time we kissed standing in my kitchen and he touched my D cup boobs it all went wrong. As he rolled my top up and looked at my unfettered by a bra pair of, though I say it myself, natural beauties and I slid my hand into his shorts and grasped his stunningly hard cock, he exploded. His spunk went everywhere, on my hand, up my arm, onto his boxers and into his jeans. There was so much. I had completely forgotten just how much a young guy produces but then being in my forties I had not been with one for over twenty years! I told him to undress and said. “I’ll wash them for you.”

Naturally he was embarrassed and rather shy as well but in just his tee shirt and with his dick in that slightly ridiculous-looking horizontal position both were understandable. I comforted him and gave him a kiss before putting his clothes in the washing machine, turning it on and saying with a smile. “Well, that should take thirty minutes or so, any idea what we can do to occupy the time?”

He did have an idea and what a good one it was as we had sex twice? As it happens that was during the wash cycle and after it was twice more.

A few weeks and I have lost count how many fucks later, we were in bed. Not the marital one, just in case he came on the sheets or made me squirt, but in a guest room where I wouldn’t need to wash the sheets immediately if either happened. We’d done it twice and were enjoying some nice oral sex that I had introduced him to, when I heard footsteps on the stairs. There was hardly time to do anything, let alone get dressed before the bedroom door flew open and there was my husband.

*

It was the holiday that most, if not all divorced women dread. The first one alone. There are many aspects of being a divorcee in your mid to late-forties that are difficult to handle. Family functions, relatives wanting to help by giving advice, people asking embarrassing questions, children seeing ‘the bastard ex,’ loneliness and missing sex to name just a few. But none match up to that first holiday by yourself. It’s characterised by the stares as you go into breakfast and worse, dinner alone, the searching for one sun bed around the pool and lying there bikini clad being ogled by the married men and the day finishing at nine or so after dinner and you being in your room without even your vibrator having been afraid to pack it in case the airport security found it! Also, the other women making sure they stay close to their partners when you’re around and of course some of those very partners making eyes at you once they’re alone and away from her watchful eyes.

Having said all that, though, we still put ourselves through the traumas of the alone vacation. Why do we do it? Is it worth it? What are we really looking for? I had no answers to all those questions so, just on two years after my then ex had caught me fucking our grass-cutter, I was at this nice five-star hotel on the Algarve, alone.

I had booked for ten days which, in retrospect was probably too long as it was largely a golfer’s hotel and as I don’t play and have no interest in the game that rather spoiled the atmosphere. That said the facilities were good, the restaurant was lovely and the pools were fabulous.

I hadn’t been happy in the marriage for some time. I had found him cheating a couple of times which, in itself was discouraging but was made worse because the frequency of our sex had declined to an unsatisfactory level of probably every other week. Maybe a little ambitiously I put my silly fling with the young man down to that.

I knew that it had nothing to do with my appearance as I was still the busty blonde with glasses that I had been for the past few years. With my dress size being eleven to twelve not having changed for ages and my natural boobs staying at their D cup size where they had been since after my daughter was born some 22 years ago, I knew that I hadn’t altered very much. Ok, maybe I had changed with my personality but probably the main reason why our marriage, like many others failed was that we had just grown apart.

Whatever the real reason and whoever was really to blame we separated and after a trial we got divorced that thankfully was and still is reasonably amicable.

I had quite unrealistic thoughts about what it would be like being a divorcee. It was nowhere near the fun I had thought it might be and overall, I was none too pleased with most aspects of my new life including sex. I didn’t really enjoy dating where it seemed to me the pair of you faffed around until you felt you knew each other well enough to have sex and then realised you were not that keen on each other after all, so you split. Alternatively, you had a few one-night-stands which were even less satisfying. So, what’s a girl left with? Right, her good old friend, her vibrator.

I had been on a holiday with a bunch of girls shortly after the separation and had a couple of long weekends with a pair of friends but had not had a proper beach holiday for any length of time until my Portuguese ten-day venture. Even now, looking back I am not quite sure what prompted me to book it. Perhaps I was testing myself, giving myself a challenge maybe as I knew only too well that it would be tough. And it was. From struggling through the airport, checking in, the near three-hour flight and the first couple of days in the hotel all seemed complicated and embarrassing.

On about the third or more likely fourth of the ten-day holiday I had just about got to grips with things. I had bribed the pool guy to save me a bed tucked away in a corner of the big pool area, I had worked out where to sit for the buffet breakfast and for the served dinner. But I still wasn’t relaxed and I certainly didn’t feel very comfortable.

A couple of times around the pool and in the restaurant, I had seen two guys together without partners and as maybe most would, I had assumed they were partners and gay. On that fourth night I was seated at a table next to them and they nodded and smiled as we were all finishing and we chatted. They, asked if I was enjoying myself and was it my first visit to the Don Filipa? I told them it was and we got into a where do you come from conversation before they told me they were on a golf holiday but had booked too late to stay with the rest of the group as their smaller hotel was full. They introduced themselves as Mike and Tom and I said.

“Hi, I’m Christina or Chrissy if you prefer.”

“So, we’re stuck here,” Tom the one who looked a little older at I guessed early-fifties said smiling at me as we were presented with our dinner checks as he went on after putting glasses on to check the bill. “You going to the bar Christina?”

“Well no I wasn’t.”

“Maybe we can persuade you to join us then?”

I agreed and we went to the almost empty bar and the other guy, Mike ordered a bottle of red wine after asking what I would like. We chatted away quite easily and I was enjoying myself and the wine seemed to vanish so quickly. Just after ten they said they had an early start and were going to bed. I walked out with them and we found we were all on the same floor. It felt rather strange and was another example of the holiday alone syndrome to be walking along a hotel corridor with two guys as we went to our rooms. We came to my room first and stood for a moment or two as Tom said, “maybe we’ll see you around the pool tomorrow we should be back around three?”

“Well, I’ll be there and hope you can get a sun bed, it gets very crowded.”

“Anyway, if not perhaps you’ll join us for dinner?” one of them said.

“Yes sure, what time?”

“If we miss at the pool let’s say eight in the bar, ok?” Mike said leaning forward as we said goodnight and pecking me on the cheek which I thought was a little forward.

Alone in my room, I undressed and sat at the dressing table to remove my make up. As I was doing that, I couldn’t help noticing my breasts swaying and wobbling and that my nipples were hardening. ‘Why’s that? I thought, ‘what the fuck’s happening?’ I asked myself as if with a mind of its own my hand cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it. Staring at myself in the mirror I watched my thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple. I realised, of course, that I was getting aroused and that led to me thinking that I would masturbate. As that thought came into my mind so did images of the two guys. It had been some time since I had been in any male company that could be considered as a pick-up situation and that thought was stimulating my sexual equilibrium.

I considered lying on the bed but seeing the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door I decided I would like to watch myself so I stood before that. “Mmmmm not bad for my age and having had two kids,’ I thought looking at my body. Ok, there was a little excess on the hips but no more than a couple or three inches and there was a bit of a mumtum where I hadn’t been as strict with myself as I should have been after my second child. But the rest was ok. My legs were shapely, slender and quite long, the butt hadn’t fallen at all and the D cup tits were as pert as mounds of that size can be on a woman of my age.

As usual when I need to get myself off, which had become more frequent in the past few months, I started with those. Stroking, cupping and squeezing them I built up my arousal which as always seemed to be trying to burst through my nipples. They were aching so much that I had to pinch them in an effort to relieve some of the pressure and that felt lovely. Still fondling one boob I let my other hand slither downwards until it was firstly stroking and then cupping my bald pubic mound. My fingers slid down a little more to find my clit and my extensive wetness and I stroked around and inside my lips. Lately when masturbating I didn’t have a partner in mind as I mostly had in the past. Instead, I simply imagined a mouth sucking my breasts and gently biting my nipples as I held and stroked a lovely hard cock. Seeing my face in the mirror and watching my hands invigorating my body, I sank to the floor and lay looking at myself. I opened my legs wide and stared at what in that state I called my cunt. My dripping wet cunt I thought as I saw two of my fingers slide into it just as if they were guy’s cock. In fact, they were a surrogate cock. A pretend cock I was thinking, smiling as I thought, or maybe even said out loud, that’s fucking my cunt.

The next day the weather was perfect. Just on eighty degrees, without a cloud in the sky and a gentle, cooling breeze it was perfect for sunbathing and that’s exactly what I did from just after nine o’clock. I was wondering if my two new friends would show up and around four-thirty they did, luckily as others were leaving the pool meaning they were able to find sunbeds that they placed either side of me. They both had nice bodies I was thinking as they chatted away telling me about their rounds of golf, much of which I didn’t really understand. Although I had picked up some of the buzzwords from my ex who was an avid fan of what I always thought was a rather silly game agreeing whole heartedly with Mark Twain on considering it to be ‘a good walk spoiled.’

I didn’t usually go in the pool much during the day as oiling up after drying off was a bit of a pain but as the heat was reducing and I was due to stop sunbathing around five-thirty I agreed to go in with them. I was wearing a rather skimpy, yellow bikini the panties of which were a near thong and the bra was cut rather acutely across my breasts so that there was almost a ‘pink show’ when I moved suddenly. A part of me felt pleased when I saw both of them ogling my tits and ass as we walked to the pool. I’m not a very good swimmer and I didn’t want to have to wash my hair so I swam carefully keeping my head well out of the water for ten minutes or so when I said I was finishing and I went to the steps and climbed out very aware that both of them were staring at my ass. I knew that the swimming action would have pushed the thin material of panties more into my crack and thus it would have become a thong.

“So, are we on for dinner?” Tom asked as we sat down in the sun.

“Yes fine, eight in the bar?” I replied

“Ok, or shall we give you a knock at five two as we go past?”

We had a nice dinner where the conversation flowed as easily as the wine and we ended up in the bar at just after ten. They had told me that they weren’t playing golf the next day and that they’d bribed the pool attendant to reserve three beds together with Mike asking, “is that ok Chrissy?” I said that it would be fine as it would give me the chance to chat. They laughed. At my door an hour or so later, they both gave me light kisses on the cheeks.

We had a nice day and I enjoyed their company as much, I hoped, as they enjoyed mine which, going by some of their lingering stares at my body, was quite a lot. I was wearing a more modest black bikini that covered a little more of my boobs and stomach and was not as clingy around my bum so I didn’t have the minor embarrassment of it creeping between my cheeks as the yellow one had.

“Same time for dinner?” one of them asked as we were packing our stuff up preparing to leave.

“Actually, maybe a little earlier,” I suggested glancing at my watch and seeing that it wasn’t yet six. As I slipped into the thin mid-calf length sun dress, Tom said.

“Ok, how about we knock you up at seven thirty?” which made me giggle particularly when Mike joined in with.

“You sure you want to be knocked up Chrissy?”

“Well, it’s been a long since anyone has either offered to or actually has knocked me up,” I quipped back quite enjoying the light banter.

“Do you miss it?” Tom asked smiling.

“Not sure it would work too well at my age,” I grinned back.

“Might be fun trying though,” Mike said placing his hand on my bare upper arm and continuing with. “Listen out for the knocking up at seven-thirty then.”

I had a bath, washed and dried my shortish, blonde hair and pampered my body and face with the creams and lotions that us women are seduced into buying to battle the ageing process. I shaved my legs and then my pubic mound before rubbing baby oil into it which turned me on a little. I pondered on whether I should masturbate but I resisted the temptation and looked through my wardrobe wondering what to wear. Before the holiday, I’d been warned that the restaurant was quite dressy and had brought the appropriate clothing and so far I hadn’t felt out of place. As I looked through my underwear drawer, I wondered just why I had brought my new Perla diaphanous thong and skimpy bra with me. Clearly underwear to be undressed in, which wasn’t something I had expected to happen on the holiday. I have always thought that holiday romances are rather pointless and tacky and I hadn’t had any since I was in my early twenties and certainly had not expected anything like it on this one. As I idly ran the silky panties between my fingers enjoying the tactile sensations, I wondered just why I had spent nearly two-hundred pounds on such erotic lingerie particularly when I had no one who I would like to see me in it. Other than my recently increased frequency of masturbation, sex had not featured highly in my life for the last six to nine months. That wasn’t completely a conscious choice but just how things had gone. My social and business lives were not conducive to meeting new men and I had to admit that the last sex I’d had was with my ex when I stayed at his house after a family party some four months ago.

Over the ‘underwear to be undressed in’ I wore a blue, mid-thigh length dress with some sparkly bits all over it and red heels. The dress was fairly low cut and quite tight over my breasts, tummy and hips and looking over my shoulder into the mirror I saw it was very tight across my bottom. Thinking that’ll do I jumped when there was a loud knocking at my door, my dates for the evening were here!

The atmosphere at the ‘dinner a trois’ was different to our previous times together. We knew each other better and had become friends. The conversation was more personal, at times verging on being intimate and then at others rather flirty. I told them more about my divorce and the reasons for it and Tom told us, well me really as Mike already knew, about his separation. As we finished dessert, I was admitting to not dating much and when questioned admitted that it was due to not wanting to make another commitment or enter into a permanent relationship. Tom said that he felt the same but asked, maybe a little too pointedly. “Do you miss anything about being married?”

Fiddling with my glasses and sipping my wine I bought a little time before replying rather coyly but with a mile. “Not sure that’s a question you should ask me really, is it?”

They both smiled back and Mike added. “No Crissy it isn’t but is there anything?”

“Oh, stop it you know damn well what that would be don’t you?”

Diplomatically they didn’t push things and finishing dinner we went to the bar and sat outside in the near darkness at a small round table with them on either side of me. I sat back from the table a little way with my legs crossed which caused my skirt to ride up almost to crotch level. Like my most women would be, I was aware that I was probably showing too much leg. But I was in a holiday mode in Portugal, we had drunk sufficient to remove many of my inhibitions, I was with my two ‘new best-friends,’ it was outside on a warm night and we had developed a flirty mood and atmosphere. So, I didn’t cover up nor did I try to avoid the guy’s frequent glances and stares at them. In fact, almost unconsciously, I uncrossed and crossed them a few times nearly, but not quite ‘a la Sharon Stone!’ Nothing was said about my ‘exhibition’ as we left the outside bar and made our way upstairs stopping outside my room.

“This’ll be our last dinner Chrissy,” Mike said, “we have the presentations dinner at the other hotel tomorrow night then we’re off home on Thursday.”

“Oh right,” I replied genuinely feeling a little disappointed but grinning as I went on. “I’ll have room service tomorrow then?”

“Talking about that, how about coming into our room for a drink?” Tom asked.

I was surprised and stammered. “What now?”

“Yes, why not, it isn’t late,” Mike said looking at his watch that I had noted was a Rolex but couldn’t be sure if it was real or a phony. “Just on nine-thirty.”

I was half-inclined to refuse but felt that would be churlish and, in any case, I was enjoying their company; I had not had much male company for a long time and didn’t really want the evening to end just yet so I agreed. We walked down the corridor three abreast I noted grinning internally at the play on my words!

Their room was far larger than mine which I commented on and they told me that it was called a mini-suite. It had a sort of bedroom area and a sitting area in front of the floor to ceiling windows with a lovely sea view.

“How about some bubbles to celebrate our friendship and to say our farewells?” Tom suggested. Mike and I agreed and it was ordered. “It’ll be fifteen minutes, or so they say,” he told us.

In the quietness and privacy of their room sitting in easy chairs with Mike facing me and Tom off to my right we seemed to lose our ability to chat and things went quiet. However, as I sat there again, but this time unintentionally, flashing loads of leg I felt things were more than quiet but tense and rather heavy. It was almost as if we had just met and hardly knew each other. Fortunately, room service was as good as their word and the Champagne turned up on time. Tom took over and poured us flutes of Prosecco and we toasted each other.

“Shame it’s all over Christina, isn’t it?” Tom muttered clinking his glass again mine and looking deep into my eyes.

“Yes, yes, it is, it’s been lovely knowing you guys.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to end, does it?” Mike muttered almost unashamedly looking up my skirt, as men often do but think women don’t notice.

“No?” I mumbled feeling a little embarrassed but at the same having a little shudder run through me.

“No, we could meet up when we get back couldn’t we?”

“Well Oxford’s a long way from Essex,” I murmured.

“True and Essex is a long way from Oxford, maybe meet in the middle.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, there are some nice hotels just off the M40,” Mike said quietly.

I could hardly believe what I thought he might be suggesting but the sheer thought of it began exciting me. I said in a near whisper. “What meet for lunch?”

I was trying to work out whether he was trying to date me or was it Tom? Or was it both of them. Surely not a throuple I thought remembering reading about that latest craze in The Sun that I was ashamed to admit I read online. I was now confused and couldn’t work out whether it was them or the wine and now two flutes of Champagne that was doing it.

“Well if you insist on lunch Chrissy yes, why not?” Mike said standing up and walking around the low table that was between us. He propped himself on the arm of my chair his legs almost touching mine as he went on. “You must realise Chrissy what we mean?”

“No, no Mike I don’t,” I said in a near pathetic whisper as Tom standing behind me put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.

“Are you sure?” he asked as Mike took hold of my hand and kissed the back of that.

I was now in a total quandary but a quite pleasant one. I liked the two guys. I hadn’t got a partner. I hadn’t had sex for months and I have quite an appetite for it. On top of all that I had no one to be loyal too and I owed Tom and Mike nothing. They had no idea where I lived, we hadn’t exchanged emails or phone numbers yet so I could do whatever I wanted with them without any likely repercussions. If they thought I was a bit of a slut, so what? I could be that and pay no later price at all as after whatever happened tonight, I could walk away and face no consequences whatsoever. All this was going through my mind as they both got closer and clingier and as I got more and more interested and aroused.

Tom was gently stroking both sides of my neck with his fingertips as Mike placed his hand on my leg just above my knee and squeezed very gently. The combination of the sensations from three places on my body was beautifully intense and sent a shudder through me.

“Are you getting our message now Chrissy?” Tom went on speaking quietly as Mike slid his hand a little way up my bare leg almost making me drop my Champagne. Looking into my eyes he whispered.

“Are you Christina?”

“Yes, yes I am,” I said in a whisper.

“You know that we want to make love to you, don’t you?” Tom asked running his fingers downwards and along the top of my shoulder taking the neckline of my dress with it until he reached my bra strap.

“Yes, yes I do,” I croaked now burning up with desire. I couldn’t remember a time when I had been aroused as this but also confused as I couldn’t think what would happen if I said yes. My sexually and alcohol befuddled mind couldn’t take it all in and work out how making love to two men would work and rather inanely I asked. “You mean now?”

Kissing the top of my head again, Tom said. “Yes of course now and when we get home. May we Chrissy?”

“Oh God,” I groaned unable to think of an appropriate phrase as Mike persisted with.

“Please Crissy let’s do it can we?”

“I don’t know,” I started but Tom interrupted with.

“You don’t need to know, just enjoy it, ok?”

Somehow, without me consciously thinking about it, a low, “yes ok,” slipped out of my mouth. Then I felt Tom sliding the zip down on my dress but it got stuck where my back was pressed against the chair. He whispered. “Lean forward for me babe please.” I did as he asked and he slid it all the way down to just past my waist. At the same time, Mike was kissing my hand as he slid his further up my leg so that it was just under the hem of my skirt.

“What are you going to do?” I asked as Tom fumbled the dress down my arms after I put my glass on the table.

“Make love to you,” Mike replied his hand reaching my panties.

“How, what do you mean there’s three of us,” I completely stupidly asked as Mike took hold of my dress and started to pull it down my legs. Of course, it got caught where I was sitting on it and without thinking, I lifted myself up from the chair and he pulled it further so it was bunched around my knees.

“Oh wow Chrissy you look fantastic,” he said ogling my Perla underwear.

“Thanks Mike,” I replied straightening my legs so he could pull my dress off. I was pleased to see him folding it and laying it on a spare chair as Tom stroked my shoulders and said.

“God yes Chrissy you look fabulous,” kissing my neck.

Lying in the chair in just my underwear that I knew was completely see through and that my nipples, bald mound and pussy lips would be on show to them I suddenly felt embarrassed. Rather ridiculously I felt like putting my arms across my boobs to hide my nipples but of course I didn’t and instead I rather revelled in the admiring stares. I watched almost transfixed as Mike’s hand slid up the inside of my leg and came to rest on my thong. We smiled at each other and he raised his eyebrows as if asking for my permission to go further. My nod was the affirmation he was looking for and as he slowly rubbed the gusset of the thong and thus through it the lips of my vulva. I was already starting. I could feel it all over my body and I tried fighting it. Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes I told myself not to let go and cum just yet. I didn’t know whether one or both of them realised that my orgasm was starting but I felt embarrassed that they might. It seemed daft that they had hardly touched me and already my heart was pounding, my breasts felt so full and heavy and my body was tingling everywhere.

“Ok Chrissy?” Mike asked pushing the material of the thong between my soaked lips.

“Yes Mike, yes fine,” I groaned through gritted teeth and closed eyes. Then I felt Tom’s hands on my breasts and that did it. It tipped me over the edge and I started to cum. “Oh my God,” I moaned gripping Tom’s hands as they slipped into my bra and cupped my breasts. They both clearly knew what was happening to me as Mike slipped his fingers inside the thong and right onto my clit whilst Tom squeezed each boob and pinched my nipples.

“Ok Chrissy, come on go for it,” one of them said as the other muttered.

“Cum for us baby let it all go.”

Forgetting my embarrassment I opened my legs, gripped Tom’s hands tighter and moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssssssssssssssssssss,” as my orgasm exploded.

As I lay back in the chair, they left me and Tom poured us all more Champagne. I said that I needed to use the bathroom and went there and cleaned up. As I did that, I was thinking deeply about what the hell I was doing letting two guys undress me and get me off so easily. Also, I was wondering about what would come next? I wasn’t thinking deeply enough as my mind considered sex to mean being fucked. It wasn’t going beyond thinking if they would just do that one after the other, whether one would watch as the other did it, would one leave the room or stay and watch and how I’d cope with any of those? I took my time in the bathroom applying some more make up and doing my hair as I kept thinking, ‘was I being a slut’? Was what was happening any more sordid or sluttish than if it had been with just one of them? I didn’t have any answers really other than reaching the conclusion that at least for the short term I’d go along with what they wanted.

As I got back into the sitting area of the room I was surprised to see they had both stripped down to their boxers.

“Ok Chrissy,” Mike asked as they looked me up and down pleasing me as they told me how lovely my lingerie was and how good I looked.

“Yes, yes I am thanks,” I said following them into the bedroom area and noting that there were two queen sized beds turned down. Tom was leading the way and stopped by the first bed, turned and faced me and putting his arms around my body pulled me against him. He was reassuringly erect which I had noticed previously by the bulges in their boxers and that felt good as he pulled me against him and kissed me. He was gentle with the kiss and knowing with the way he used his lips and tongue which came into play almost immediately our mouths met and his tongue probed mine open. That and the way that he used his body against mine and how his hands moved slowly up and down my back visiting the fullness of my cheeks which, in the thong were bare made me feel good about our further lovemaking. I put my arms around his neck and ruffled his hair with one hand as the other, almost as if with a mind of its own slid down, and inside his boxers onto his taut buttocks. They felt great.

As the kiss went on and on, I still didn’t really know how this three-way sex was going to progress although my earlier doubts and inhibitions had all but gone. Any slight lingering ones, however, vanished when I felt Mike’s arms also coming around me and his body pressing against me from behind. That gave me one of the biggest sexual thrills I had ever experienced and my arousal went up to yet a higher plane. To have erections pressing into both my front and rear was amazing and gave me a hint of how the three-way sex between us might proceed.

“Do you need this anymore?” Mike asked plucking my bra strap.

“No, I don’t think I do, do either of you?” I replied grinning as he undid the clasp and I enjoyed the release of pressure on my boobs.

“How about turning round now Chrissy, he’s had enough,” Mike said with a laugh. I did as he asked and he and I repeated the situation I’d had with Tom who kissed my shoulders, neck and back and pressed his erection into the crease in my bottom. At the same time Mike had moved the top of his body away from mine a little way and had eased his hand between us to cup and squeeze my breast. It was lovely.

We alternated like this a few times with me still wondering how this whole thing would be played out although, with all the kissing and body writhing, I wasn’t too fussed as just what we were doing so far was brilliant.

Then, as I was being kissed and was kissing Tom, he started moving backwards taking me with him until he sat down on the bed. As our mouths were clamped together and our arms were around the other’s neck I was left bent over at the waist. I put one knee onto the bed between his opened legs and continued our kiss. Being bent at the waist my bottom was naturally sticking out and inevitably, I guess, Mike grabbed me by the hips and pressed his erection against me. I felt him taking hold of my thong and he started to pull it down. For some ridiculous reason I panicked and went to grab the thong but only managed to take hold of Mike’s hand. He stopped pulling and said. “You don’t really need it do you Christina?”

My first reaction was to stop him going further which, given that apart from the red, strappy heels I was naked, was rather daft. But a guy removing a woman’s last vestige of clothing, her panties, is always a big deal. It’s the final barrier, the last hurdle to cross, the sign of her total acquiescence yes, it’s her agreement, albeit tacit, to be fucked by him. But in this case, it suddenly registered with me it wasn’t r my agreement to be fucked by him but by them. The enormity of that hit me hard. But it wasn’t just the realisation that I was going to have sex with two guys that hit home it was also the excitement of that and the prospect of being the centre of their sexual attention that got to me and prompted me to let go of Mike’s hand. He slid the thong down my legs and off my feet and I was naked with everything about me that was womanly on show to him.

“Oh baby,” he sighed, stroking around the lips of my pussy, “what a beautiful cunt you have and so wonderfully wet.”

“You’ve taken her knickers off?” Tom said in a muffled voice as his mouth was sucking on mine.

“Yes, that was ok wasn’t it Chrissy?”

“Mmmmm,” I groaned back as I felt Mike’s fingers stroking my lips.

Tom started to move more onto the bed pulling me with him. Mike followed so that the three of us were lying side by side with me in the middle. Mike gripped my chin and pulled my face away from Tom’s. He kissed me as he pressed his erection against my left hip whilst Tom’s was against the other side. That was a marvellous sensation and got me even more into the situation. I wanted to feel their bare cocks against me, in my hand, rubbing on my bare flesh or pressed against my face. In short, I realised, I wanted some cock and I nearly giggled when it hit me that I could have two. Thinking that gave me the pluck to mutter. “I think some of us are overdressed,” as I rubbed both cocks at the same time through the cotton of their boxers.

Watching the pair of them hurriedly struggling their boxers off made me smile. Then seeing the two hard for me penises almost leering at me made me smile even more. I am not one of those women who has a big cock imagination. I don’t really enjoy looking at photos of men’s equipment and I never wonder what’s inside a guy’s pants. But having said that, when out of the cold light of an unaroused moment and in the heat of a sexually aroused situation when I am up close and personal to a dick then it takes on a totally different persona. I revel in the size, hardness, shape, warmth and smoothness. I enjoy the rocket ship appearance and get turned on by envisaging the object of my immediate desire sliding up me and ramming itself in and almost out of me. Now, seeing two of them well within touching and holding distance was almost enough to make me swoon.

“Mmmmm lovely,” I grinned from one face to the other as I looked at the two gorgeous erections and reaching out for them asked, “Ok guys?”

“Oh yes,” they groaned as I grasped both at the same time sending an ultra-strong surge of arousal through me. Still holding both guy’s dicks as they alternated kissing me on my mouth, I was beginning to get just what a threesome with two guys was all about. In short that was me. I was the centre piece, the main attraction, the focal point and the face and body around which everything else revolved. As that dawned on me the prospect of the sexual attention I was likely to receive for the rest of the evening and maybe night as well gave me such a big kick. So many amazing things were beginning to happen. I was being kissed by the two men at the same time. Having one mouth clamped to mine as the other licked and kissed my neck and shoulder was fantastic. Being kissed on the mouth and having the hands of two different men fondle my breasts added to it and then as our lovemaking progressed feeling their hands and fingers exploring between my legs that I so willingly opened for them was simply wonderful. Then looking down and seeing two faces ‘servicing’ me there was simply incredible especially as at the same time their hands were on my breasts. At differing times, I had two mouths and two tongues, different guy’s fingers, fingers and a tongue and them alternating licking and sucking me down there.

Now getting used to the situation and circumstances, I relaxed, began to enjoy it and I participated more. Whilst inevitably and quite willingly I was the focal point of it and the two guys attention was wonderfully on me I started to play my part and to reciprocate. I kissed them back, pressed my breasts against them and, of course, stroked and rubbed their manly areas. But, wonderfully, most of my attention was on what they were doing to me. So much so that I almost forgot about what usually happens between naked men and women lying on a bed. Yes, my concentration was so focused on the two mouths and tongues, four lips, two hands, twenty fingers and two delicious erections that were doing such stirring things to me that being fucked hardly occurred to me. Well, it did, of course as I was aching for it, but it didn’t seem to have the urgency it usually does. And that situation increased even further when somehow a cock was rubbing against my cleavage at the same time as my lips and clit were licked and sucked. As I groaned my pleasure at what was happening between my legs I couldn’t stop my hands, even had I wanted to which I didn’t, from taking hold of the hard prick and kissing it. It had been so long, maybe a year, since I had done that and the taste and smell brought back so many memories. As if from afar a voice said, “Mmmmm lovely Chrissy,” and that made me realise who was doing what to me. It seemed such a natural thing to let Mike push his cock into my mouth as Tom licked my pussy and pushed a finger or two into me. Then, as I fellated Mike and Tom performed cunnilingus on me both of them squeezed and rubbed my breasts. If there is a sexual heaven, then there and then I found it. The combination of all the things the guys were doing to me plus the feel of Mike’s cock sliding in and almost out of my mouth quite reasonably made me cum and I enjoyed a lovely, quite long and very intense orgasm.

As I had found them at the dinners and around the pool, they were considerate and understanding and that extended well into their sexual habits. As I shuddered and groaned my way through a nice, long and pleasantly intense climax I forgot that I was the centre of attention. It went out of my mind that every slight convulsion, every sound I made and what I did with my hands would be watched by the two guys. That is until with both of them cuddling my body and planting little kisses all over my face, shoulders, breasts and nipples I came down from the extremes of the orgasm and I opened my eyes. Immediately my gaze met theirs and I smiled as they asked if I was ok?

“Oh yes guys, yes, yes, yes, very ok,” I muttered quietly my voice probably suffering from the extremes of my climax.

“Was it good?” Mike asked.

“Is the pope catholic?” I smiled feeling so close and warm towards them.

“Well babe there’s plenty more where that came from,” Tom told me.

“Mmmmm what a lovely thought,” I said just before his mouth closed over mine as Mike sucked my nipple. Tom’s kiss was slow and gentle but deep with lots of tongue work but suddenly stopped as his mouth was replaced by Mikes. Then they were both kissing me at the same time and I was turning my face from one to the other. Again, as they kissed me, so their hands went downwards arousing my breasts and stimulating my nipples, caressing my stomach, stroking the insides of my thighs and then fondling my lips and clit.

To get so much attention so soon after my second orgasm was simply quite amazing. I revelled in what they were doing to me and wondered just how long this would go on and what they would do to me. Lying between them still with my heels on I suddenly thought to myself that I would let them do whatever they wanted, it was more their show than mine, I was just the puppet on their strings. They were earning that and the pleasure and sheer sexual arousal they were giving me was so wonderful that they deserved me being amenable to whatever they wanted. But as lay there with two mouths sharing my face and mouth and four hands wonderfully exploring on my body, it struck me that I didn’t really know what they wanted and, in some ways more crucially, nor what I really wanted either. That is other, of course that I wanted to be fucked. However, I couldn’t visualise what that would be like with the pair of them. As again I held and rubbed both cocks at the same time one or both of them, I could no longer work out who was talking, partially solved that for me.

“We want to make real love to you Chrissy, may we?”

“Real love?” I replied.

“Yes darling we want to fuck you, may we?”

For some reason that made me smile and I replied. “I thought you’d never ask, of course you may.”

“So how would you like to do it Chrissy?”

“Well, you two are the leaders in this, I take it you er, um have worked together before?”

Smiling Mike replied. “Yes twice.”

“Another old biddy you picked up somewhere?” I asked.

“No love a woman we had both dated on and off for ages, it was very tender and loving. Just like this. We’re not pick up merchants you know?”

“No? Well it’s worked with me, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, I guess so and very pleased we are too and hope it lasts after we’re all back home.”

“Hmmmm we’ll see how you do this time,” I replied grinning as I went on feeling more confident and assured. Mike intervened by saying.

“Well not wishing to sound too mechanistic or cold-blooded can we start with a spit roast?”

Although I had vaguely heard the term or, more to the point read it somewhere, I wasn’t at all sure what it actually meant and so, somewhat naively, I asked. “If I knew what is I might agree.”

“God this sounds so formal and unsexy, doesn’t it?” Tom said kissing my cheek and cupping my boob as Mike kissed the other one and sucked on my nipple.

“Yes, it does rather, but go on,” I added as I stroked both heads wondering just what I was letting myself in for but feeling my excitement returning after a brief break.

“Well, Chrissy it’s where you suck one of us as the other fucks you. There, is that clear enough?”

I had never had a guy say anything like that to me before and it gave me a hell of a buzz. “Yes, er, um er yes, that’s very clear,” I stammered.

“And?” one of them asked as they both slobbered over my tits. Trying to bring some levity into the rather serious line of chat I quipped.

“You guys lead and I ‘ll follow.”

In response to that they both kissed me and Mike asked. “You ok bareback, we are both clean and recently tested?”

I was rather ashamed to realise that the use of a condom hadn’t entered my head but then, I hadn’t been with anyone who might be a risk for some time and I was pretty sure that I couldn’t conceive so I muttered. “Ok if you’re sure, I don’t want to be turning up in Oxford with a baby you know.”

“No worries love,” Tom said adding. “Bags I go first.”

“First where?” Mike asked.

“Well she’s sucked you hasn’t she?”

“So?”

“Then it’s my turn for that, ok?”

“Come make your minds up guys or I’ll change mine,” I interjected

“Sorry,” Mike said adding. “How about we do it doggy fashion Chrissy, as you do Tom, ok?”

“Whatever,” I mumbled getting more excited by the moment as my impending spit roast got nearer. I added, “But not in my mouth though.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked adding. “Mike’s already been there.”

“I meant don’t cum in there, it makes me gag.”

“Oh ok,” Tom replied as Mike started pulling me up and said.

“Might be best love if you’re on all fours.”

I got the message and took up that position as he gripped my hips by the slight love handles and pressed his erection right into the crease of my bottom. At the same time, Tom knelt in front of me and rubbed his erection against my face. Then holding it he pressed it against my lips so I opened my mouth. They both entered me at the same time which, I assumed was part of the spit roast process. Mike probed his hardness against my lips opening them up and then sliding slowly into me letting me savour that wonderful moment as a cock penetrates a woman. I know that I grunted as it went right up me but any other sound was impossible as Tom pushed his erection into my mouth. Presumably that formed the surrogate spit on which they were going to roast me!

I was getting lovely sensations from Mike in my pussy but not so good from Tom in my mouth. I nearly always find sixty-nine disappointing as trying to focus on giving good head while being eaten out is so difficult and this was the same. Mike, with his long deep thrusts was making my body move, and that was mostly opposite to what Tom needed my mouth to do to him. It also meant that several time he went into my mouth so far that I was almost deep throating which I cannot do or handle. To cope, I put my arm around his waist and muttered. “Hold your cock Tom.” That made things a little better but not much and we stopped with him removing himself from my mouth.

“Sorry Chrissy,” he said looking distraught.

“Not your fault,” I said with a wry grin. “It’s that bugger the other end,” I went on looking over my shoulder at Mike who was still buried deeply inside me. “I know do it with me lying down.”

“How do you mean?” Tom asked.

“Like this, take it out a mo. Mike,” I told them as I lay on my side and said.” Come on Tom lay beside me so I can hold it and suck at the same time as you get in from behind Mike.” It worked well and I kissed, licked and sucked Tom’s cock and his balls as Mike patiently and slowly fucked me until my orgasm exploded. It wasn’t until I came down from, what was it my third or fourth in half an hour, that I realised neither of them had cum.

We lay together as they again most considerately waited for my body and mind to recover from the travails of my climax. They touched me but were careful to be gentle and not encroach onto my most sexually sensitive area between my legs where a woman is often quite tender after an orgasm.

You didn’t cum did you, neither of you?” I asked somewhat mystified as I had not been with a guy, let alone two, who hadn’t cum.

“No, but we will we don’t want to exhaust ourselves too soon Chrissy,” Mike told me

I was rather bemused but didn’t think it polite or relevant to continue with that topic however, they did as Tom asked. “Is that ok Christina?”

“Perfect for me guys all the fun and none of the mess,” I grinned opening my mouth to Mike’s probing tongue.

“How about another bottle of Champagne?” one of them suggested.

Waiting for that to arrive gave me the chance to freshen up in the bathroom. As I did, I couldn’t help wondering just where this was going and how much further and longer we would enjoy this rather wonderful type of sexual adventure. Checking my watch I saw that we had been going for just over an hour which made me wonder what the second or even the third hours might have in store for me.

I didn’t know that Mike had ordered a platter of savoury nibbles and meats and seeing it on the table made me realise that I was hungry so I joined them standing in the seating area by the window. If anyone could have looked in through that they would have seen quite a sight of the three of us naked, chatting away as we sipped Champagne and tucked into the nibbles; it was actually rather lovely. And, of course, I couldn’t help noticing that they had both softened.

“Ok for more Chrissy?” Tom asked slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him.

As he did, I reached down and grasping his soft dick I replied. “I am but more to the point are you two?” as I stroked it

“Don’t worry about us, we’ll soon be back to what you want,” Mike said pushing himself against me and kissing my mouth as Tom kissed my breasts. We stood there like an erotic, human triangle for some time kissing and fondling each other as true to their word they were both semi-erect again quickly.

“Mmmmm that feels much better,” I told them as I felt their organ stirrings against my body.

“Good, pleased that you think hard ons are better,” Mike quipped pushing me towards the bed. We laid down on it with me naturally between them and we started to kiss and fondle each other. Once again, I marvelled at the amount of attention from the two mouths, four hands and the now beautifully hard two cocks. It was amazing to be the centre of such attention. I revelled in being kissed on the lips and neck at the same time, to have one mouth leave mind and then by turning my head the slightest way to the side to have a different mouth, lips and tongue adore my face. My body vibrated to the feel of two men’s hands on my breasts and nipples, pressing my clit and fingers from two different guys going in me at the same time. And of course, as they were doing all those wondrous things to me, I was delighting myself by feasting my hands on two gorgeous cock and two full scrotums. As I lay there not far from yet another climax, I found myself wondering at how truly amazing it would be to increase the mixture to a trio of men. The thought of the amount of attention and stimulation I would receive from three lovers made me shudder causing one of them to ask. “Another one starting Chrissy?” I didn’t reply but simply stroked both cocks and pushed my tits against the hands that were caressing them.

Tom muttered. “Chrissy, can I fuck you please?”

It seemed the most perfectly natural question for him to ask and I replied. “Of course.”

We then had the most amazing ten minutes or so of sex that I had ever experienced.

Tom rolled on top of me as Mike kissed me. His erection was lying right across my clit so immediately it felt as though he was fucking me. He shuffled his body down a little so that his legs and penis were urging my legs to open which they did, very willingly. As they both kissed me, I felt the tip of Tom’s dick nuzzling right against my lips. I was willing him to go further, to enter me or, as I was thinking at the time and wanted to say but felt that I didn’t know them well enough, to shove his cock right up my cunt! I ran my hands up and down his back as Mike, somehow, got his hand between Tom’s and my bodies and squeezed my tits just as I squeezed Tom’s pert ass. And then he did do exactly what I wanted so that my cunt was filled with his cock. He then fucked me with long, slow, deep thrusts until I was almost having an orgasm but then to my alarm, he stopped, pulled out and rolled off me causing me to mutter, “what’s up, what’s the matter?”

I didn’t get a verbal answer but instead I was rewarded with Mike clambering on top of me and doing exactly what I had willed Tom to do and that meant I’d had two cocks in me within seconds of each other. Naturally, it didn’t take Mike long to make me start to climax and I reached out for Tom who was kneeling alongside me by my shoulder. Grabbing his cock which felt doubly delicious I had a strong urge to suck it and this time the spit roast did work. As Mike took me to my climax that was heavenly brilliant so Tom fucked my face with the same rhythm that Mike was fucking me down below. It was truly awesome. And this time they both did cum. Mike shot his goo deep inside me and Tom doing as I’d asked earlier and resisting cumming in my mouth and pulled out. After asking, “on your tits ok Chrissy?” to which I replied that it was he shot his load onto my chest with most going onto my left tit but one stream hitting my chin, lips and glasses.

As my orgasmic shudders gradually calmed down they both cuddled me and gave me little kisses and fondles. I didn’t feel comfortable, though, as my breasts and face had smears of Tom’s sperm on them and I could feel that some of Mike’s was starting to seep out of me and was running down my thighs. So, I cut things short and went to the bathroom and again cleaned up applying more perfume and hair spray having noticed a globule of Tom’s sperm in it.

“Well I think I had better go,” I told them after returning to the seating area and thanking Mike for the glass of Champagne that he handed me. As I sipped that I was surprised that I didn’t feel pretty drunk as, after all we’d had two bottles of wine at dinner and now nearly two bottles of Champagne as well. Smiling, I thought to myself, sex must help you stay sober!

“Do you really, Chrissy, it’s not that late and you can sleep in tomorrow?” Tom asked as again we stood in the seating area sipping our Champagne.

We chatted about that for a while with me agreeing that I had no pressing need to go to my room just yet. “And in case we still have seconds to come,” Mike came out with.

“Seconds?” I asked rather stupidly.

“Yes, we’ve both only cum once and that’s not fair, is it?”

“Why isn’t it fair?” I asked being slow to get what they meant, possibly meaning I was a little drunk after all.

“Well Chrissy you have had what, four or five orgasms and we’ve only had one each?” Tom said smiling as Mike added.

“And real men and golfers go at least one round, don’t they?”

I understood, at last, and felt thrilled and took it as a compliment that they wanted more with me as, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only just after eleven.

Smiling I replied. “As can some lady non-golfers,” which made them laugh and they put their arms around me as again we kissed and fondled each other. Naturally I guess, with guys of their ages, they had softened again. As we kissed and their hands once more roamed over my body, I had an idea. I knew that the longer this was going on I was getting more and more into it. I had never even thought about having a threesome with two guys before but now I was in one I was finding out just how amazing it is. Apart from the large amount of sexual activity going on and the wonderful amount of attention I was getting there was another aspect of it that was pleasing me so much. That was the sheer three-way togetherness of it. We really were a trio of sexual compatriots all intent on one thing, pleasure or, rather, mutual pleasure. The two of them giving it to me and me returning it to them. But so far, I realised as I stood between them kissing and fondling, it had been a little one way; them giving to me. In the spirit of the sexual relationship that the three of us had been developing over the past few days and which had been so wonderfully consummated in their bedroom this evening, I wanted to play my part. I didn’t want to just be their plaything as I had been so far. I wanted to give as well as take and that gave me an idea.

“So, if it’s my round now, why don’t you sit on the couch, side by side?” I asked.

“Why,” they asked. “What you gonna do?”

“You’ll find out like you do when you hit the ball when playing the game,” I told them as with their semi erections bobbing up and down they walked across the room and sat down.

“No closer, not scared of touching each other, are you?” I asked rather hoping that they would as the idea of seeing guys playing had quite an appeal to me, but neither responded. They shuffled up so that their hips and legs were touching and I stood before them my knees close to theirs. Looking down as I made up my mind what I was going to do I had several emotions running through me. I was enormously aroused by the sight of two guys sitting in front of me with their semi-erections growing before my eyes. I also felt a little dirty, naughty and sluttish at what I had done so far with them and what was now going through my mind. Additionally, I had expectations for the future with them back in the UK and for the rest of the evening and night. But the single most powerful emotion that was making my tits feel so full and my entire body tingle was what I felt for them as people. It was now a sort of love. Not the kind a mother feels for her children nor that a woman has for a longer-term lover. The latter is a love that is expressed in many ways a significant one being having sex together, by joining your bodies. No, this was the other way. The sex we had enjoyed together was creating a totally different style of love between us. It was hard to figure out or explain to myself but with the former more accepted type of affection, love leads to sex between two people. With what I was now experiencing as I stood before them their eyes adoring my nakedness, what we had done so far, the sex we’d had together was creating something akin to love. But in some ways, it was a bigger love than I’d had with my husband and one other man with whom I had a six-month affair. It was the reverse way as sex was leading to love and not vice versa and it was a three-way love just as the sex was three-way. That’s why they had alternated kissing my mouth and fondling me, why they had shared me when they took it turns to fuck me and why they had spit roasted me. Paramount in my mind at that moment was for me to express a similar three-way love so that’s why I was going to suck both cocks at the same time.

Kneeling so that one of my boobs pressed against Mike’s left knee and the other against Tom’s right, I squirmed them a little thinking that might complete their erections. Then, as I held a cock in each hand I could actually feel them completing their necessary and so welcome growth.

“Mmmmm Chrissy, that’s fantastic,”

“It’s marvellous,” they both groaned as I ran my hands up and down the pair of wonderfully stiff cocks and couldn’t help agreeing with them completely.

“Glad you like it,” I smiled up at them adding. “But there’s more,” as I leaned forward and licked the length of Tom’s cock. Maybe I was imagining it but it seemed as though I could taste myself on it, I told them as I switched to Mike and licked the length of his. I repeated that a few times until I decided to go further and I slid Mike’s into my mouth and pumped my head up and down a few times as I began to face fuck his cock. His grip on my shoulders tightened and lovely, deep groans of appreciation slipped from his mouth to be replaced with a grunt of disappointment when I took him from my mouth and replaced it with Tom’s erection. I couldn’t tell the difference.

Now, though, as I fellated one, I would use my fingers to stimulate the other one by caressing and cupping their balls and scratching gently on their perineums. Switching quite quickly and frequently from one to the other I made oral love to both of them thus, keeping up the three-way sexual balance between us.

“Do want to cum?” I asked them.

“No not yet,” Mike answered for both of them.

Odd as it may sound it really was lovely, romantic and hugely arousing simply laying together in one mass of naked, sexually inflamed flesh occasionally kissing and touching each other. We did that for what turned out to be an hour or so during which time I dozed off a couple of times. What I woke up to, though, certainly wasn’t odd and was really rather fantastic. I had got quite used to the hands and fingers caressing and fondling my breasts, buttocks, thighs and pussy and I was vaguely aware of them as I dozed. What woke me, though, was firstly feeling a mouth on each breast at the same time as which two sets of fingers stroked my lips and secondly then having two mouths down there licking me as two hands squeezed my boobs. That was accompanied by having two erections pressed against me. It was what sexual heaven must be like I thought!

Then out of the blue one of them, Tom I think said. “Do you do anal Chrissy?”

As both of them had already licked the length of the crease between the cheeks of my ass, pressed their tongue against my anal hole and at least one of their fingers had probed inside it, they knew I was ok with anal play generally.

“Sometimes, yes it has been known?”

“Do you like it?” Mike asked me.

Smiling I replied in a rather cocky way. “It has its moments. Why do you?”

“Not a lot no, but Tom does, don’t you mate?”

“Mmmm love it, so could I Chrissy?” Tom asked stroking one of my cheeks.

“When?” I rather inanely asked.

“Now, as I guess we need to finish soon as it’s getting on for one,” Tom said surprising me at how late it was as time certainly had flown by. That made me realise that we’d been having sex for over four hours. which, in turn made me think that I must have had at least six and maybe more orgasms and it was a long, long time since that had happened.

“Yes, it’s late and I need my beauty sleep for tomorrow around the pool.”

“You may need your sleep dear but certainly not the beauty variety, you have plenty of that,” Mike said kissing me as Tom slid his finger into the crease in my bottom.

“So, Chrissy, can we?”

“We?” I queried.

“Well Tom likes anal love, and I prefer pussy and we both want you Chrissy,” Mike said stroking my inner thigh as what, I thought, but wasn’t sure, he was suggesting sunk in.

“What, er, um, how, what do you mean?” I stammered.

“Both together,” Tom said.

“What at the same time?” I asked my sexually and now alcohol as well addled mind not working any better than my speech.

“Yes love all together it’s what a real threesome’s about isn’t it?”

“Is it?” I asked rather lamely.

“Yes dear three-way sex, all together in one bloody great orgasm,” Mike smiled.

“A crescendo Chrissy, a big bang. Double penetration.”

“Oh I see,” I muttered. I was actually feeling thrilled at the idea but still not quite sure how it was going to work but didn’t like to ask. As I trusted them and as is often the case during sex, I was in love with them, albeit temporarily, I went along with it and nodded as I murmured, “mmmm yes.”

“Come on then babe straddle me,” Mike said quietly.

“Then what?” I asked.

“Then love, I’ll take you from behind,” Tom. muttered as I lifted myself up and knelt across Mike’s closed legs. He took hold of his erection and pulled it into a more vertical position. I knew exactly what he wanted so I shuffled myself up his body, closed my legs a little so the inside of my knees pressed against his legs just beneath his hips and reached down and also held his penis. Looking into each other’s eyes I positioned myself so that my vaginal lips were hovering over the top of his cock and slowly let myself slip downwards. It clung to my lips as they seemed to wrap themselves around the bulbous end that pushed them open wider. And then either he pushed upwards or I sank down more but quite suddenly it was up me almost to the hilt. It seemed to roar up my soaked passage filling it and stretching both my inner and outer labia which felt lovely. Thickness with a man’s equipment is so much more important and satisfying than length although men seem to believe quite the opposite, the poor misguided souls!

“Ok Chrissy?” Mike asked me, as considerately as they had both been throughout the evening’s adventures.

“Oh fuck yes, more than alright,” I groaned as I pressed my hand against his which was squeezing my breast.

“Take it easy love, there’s a lot more to come yet and that’s called Tom,” he told me grinning as I sank all the way down his gorgeous cock that now really was an object of extreme beauty. “Just lean forward a little,” he told me as I felt Tom leave the bed and go to the bathroom. I saw him returning and noticed a bottle of baby oil in his hand and thought to myself how well-prepared they were as Mike pulled my breast towards him and sucked my nipple into his mouth. That was perfect for that moment and I writhed my tit against his mouth.

Getting on the bed behind me I knew Tom was looking at me and rather incongruously I felt embarrassed. I knew he would see my lips stretched wide and filled with his friend’s hard cock but more worryingly in a way was that due to my splayed legs the cheeks of my ass would be pulled open and the brownness of my anus would be ‘staring’ at him. Even more embarrassingly, though, I felt the oil being poured onto me just by the end of my spine and across each cheek. He rubbed the oil into them and then smoothed it along the crease between them paying attention to the actual hole. During the session both of their mouths and tongues had been there and one of them had finger-fucked me there as I was near an orgasm, which one of them it was though I had no idea. As the oil seeped into the crease, Tom’s finger found my anus and pressed. It opened up easily and whether that was due to the oil, the earlier fingering or my current position I wasn’t sure but it went up very easily.

“Is that ok Chrissy?”

“Yes Tom, yes it is.”

“You ready then?”

“Yes ok.”

“Then lean forward a little more.”

I did as he asked knowing that my tits would be dangling conveniently for Mike’s hands and more enjoyably his mouth and that my bottom would be sticking out with the hole gaping. I felt a little shy at what I was flaunting especially as the lips of my cunt stuffed with Mike’s cock were on show to Tom. He helped me overcome that to a certain extent, though, by stroking each cheek and whispering.

“Oh my God Chrissy that looks fabulous,” before pressing the hopefully lubricated end of his cock right against my anal entrance and asking, “ok now love?”.

“Mmmmm,” I sighed not quite sure what to expect as I had not had anal since well before my divorce. My ex, who had taken my ass occasionally over the years, did it, I think, more to assert his control over me than for the pleasure although he used to tell me how much tighter I was there than, in his words, “you are with your cunt.” From my perspective I let him have my ass more to please him than again for the pleasure as anally could never really physically replicate vaginally in my opinion.

As I felt Tom pushing against my closed anal muscles to stretch those in the opposite way to which they are intended to move, I steeled myself for the inevitable discomfort. As the bulbous head of his cock slid in it did just that and I groaned.

“Sorry love, is it ok?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” I gasped back to Tom hardly realising that Mike was sucking my nipples although the pleasure from that somewhat mitigated the pain from Tom. But that mild discomfort soon passed once Tom had got further into my ass. I remembered that it’s the initial stretching that causes the real pain and that is restricted to the very entrance to your anus and then only as the bulkier knob end forces it way into you. And then Tom was in me. It felt as though he was well up my back passage and that helped me relax the muscles in there especially when he held himself rigid just as Mike was doing the same up my other passage.

Obviously, there was a physical reaction but more crucially I had a series of strong emotional ones as well. Naturally I felt guilty and rather sluttish, I suppose, about what I was doing and had done all evening. And I felt particularly so about the position I was now in. Impaled on Mike’s cock, I was bent forward so he could feast on my breasts and nipples as we fucked. When straddling a guy and being on top of him I don’t think of it as him fucking me but as us fucking each other or sometimes me fucking him. As I could hardly move, I felt that Mike and I genuinely were fucking each other even though his movements inside me were rather minimal. Then of course, I now had Tom’s cock in my ass which added to the guilt and more so to the feeling of sluttishness. But those emotions were somewhat mitigated by the feeling of adventure and newness about what was being done to me; I was being double penetrated, something I had read about but had not thought I would ever experience but now I was. The overarching sensation which was difficult to get straight in my mind or even clearly focus on was how wonderfully three-way this was. We really were a threesome all fucking each other at the same time and I loved that.

And then the real double penetration began. Since I had slid down on Mike’s cock which he was holding up at just the right angle for me, he had hardly moved. Equally, as Tom was preparing me for his anal enjoyment not much had happened down there apart from him anointing me with the baby oil and then slipping into me to complete my double entry. So, it was, I rather incongruously thought to myself as I knelt there my tits dangling onto Mike’s face, all quiet on the Western front! But then it changed and mixing metaphors completely the dam burst and all hell broke loose as I was being fucked in both holes.

It was a little emotionally and sexually confusing at first as I could hardly separate the sensations I was being given by my two ‘new best friends.’ Mike was alternating between kissing my mouth and boobs with squeezing them and chewing my nipples which naturally sent enormous surges of sexual pleasure through me. At the same time, he was thrusting his cock upwards and I was squirming against it. Simultaneously, Tom had started sliding up and down my anus. Now that by itself was not all that scintillating as the inside of a woman’s back passage does not have the amount of nerve ends that she does in the front one. That said though, the anal surround is a sensitive area and Tom’s cock was fully stimulating that. He was also kissing and licking my back and reaching around my body so that his hands were fighting Mike’s mouth for pleasuring my aching and sexually inflamed tits. As well as the increasingly intense combination of sexual pleasures they were giving me, my emotions were also on fire and I was experiencing so many charges to them. A sense of adventure tinged with guilt, desire mixed with concern at what I was doing, a feeling of giving blended with receiving pleasure, a tad of being ashamed and, I was admitting to myself as they both fucked me, a level of sexual pleasure that I had no idea existed.

As both of them started moving inside me I could feel the two cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane separating those two sexually inflamed passages. That made me wonder what they were thinking as their cocks rubbed together? And of course, I was receiving both physically and emotionally intense stimulations all over my body and that caused me to start moving up and down on both pricks simultaneously. The reaction was immediate and awesome quite naturally I groaned and sighed, felt like screaming and I started to cum.

“Oh fuck yesssssssssssssssssssss,” I moaned.

“Go on Chrissy, let it go cum for us,” one of them sighed.

“Fuck yes babe cum all over my cock,” Mike told me.

“Are you near guys?” I rather unnecessarily asked them.

“Don’t worry about us you just enjoy it.”

And moaning, groaning, sighing, grunting and swearing with ladylike, filthy language as happens when I cum very seriously, I had my umpteenth orgasm of the evening. It didn’t last that long and the guys stopped moving and let me rest as I came down from its gorgeous but short-lived peak.

“Ok Chrissy?”

“Was it good babe.”

“Ready for more?”

“I’m pretty close.”

“So am I,” were comments I heard as if from a distance as the shuddering gradually subsided. We remained still for a few moments. It seemed so strange to be lying on top of one guy whose cock was buried deep in me as another was bent over me with his cock in my ass. Strange, maybe sordid, perhaps a little wanton and unusual but so amazingly erotic and sheer fucking horny that no sooner had that orgasm subsided and another began.

“Come with me guys, please, please I want you both to cum,” I groaned half-delirious with sexual delight.

“Where babe, where do you want our cum?”

“I don’t care where do you want to cum?”

“Anywhere Chrissy, can we cum anywhere.”

“Yes do what you want,” I groaned as both cocks pumped slowly up and down inside me.

“What do think Tom?”

“Like this, in her or out and on here?”

“On you Chris, shall we cum on you, may we?”

“Yes but please hurry.”

“Are you near again?” one of them asked.

“Yes, oh God yes,” I moaned as I felt those gloriously exhilarating sensations building up in my mind and body again. As frustrating as I knew they would be so were the feelings as both cocks slipped out of me at pretty much the same times. “Oh fuck,” I groaned as my body felt as though it had been emptied. I fell forward onto Mike with my tits engulfing his face as Tom rolled away from behind me and said quietly, “Lay down love,” as he pulled me onto my back. Lying there having just been fucked by both of them which had given me perhaps my tenth climax of the evening I felt so terribly wanton, sordid and sluttish yet loved and wanted by them. It was a wonderful set of feelings and was accompanied by a sort of love for myself as well that I couldn’t really explain nor understand. But then so much had gone on during the evening that fell into the same category so I did as I had all evening and simply went with the flow and did what came naturally to me. That included leaving my legs slightly open so that what had been the focal point of attention all evening, my cunt, was on show and without even thinking gripping my boobs and pushing them together to form one mass of titflesh for them.

“Ok guys?” I croaked as they knelt either side of me with their cocks in their hands.

There had been many sexually stimulating moments so far but this was probably the most exciting. Lying there my tits in my hands as my two lovers knelt beside me both holding their hard dick and starting to wank was a sublime image and I loved it. I couldn’t resist sliding one hand down my body, cupping my mound and rubbing my clit as they both started making those manly ‘I’m about to cum’ noises.

“Oh fuck Chrissy,” Tom groaned as Mike said.”

“I’m cumming love is that ok on your tits?”

I somehow managed to grunt yes just before both of their cocks exploded and streams of cum shot out of their cocks onto my tits and upper chest with a few blobs going onto my face with one hitting my glasses. Then strangely and rather incongruously we burst out laughing and they collapsed onto me.

“I must go to bed,” I said smiling as I added. “I feel fucked.”

I cleaned up in the bathroom and was about to get dressed when Mike said. “Don’t bother, there’ll be nobody around this time of night and I’ll walk you home.”

“No don’t bother I can find my way,” I smiled at him.

“I know that but what I meant is you give me your card key and I’ll go ahead of you and open the door so you can go from here straight into your room.”

“Oh I see, good idea as long as it’s not a cunning plan to get into my bedroom.”

“Would I or we need a plan Chrissy?”

“No not really, I have had a nice time, thanks guys,” I said sounding as if it had just been a drink and a chat.

“So here’s to the next time love and thank you very much indeed,” Tom said slipping his arm around my waist and kissing me.

Then, with no further ado, I gathered my clothes up and held them against me as he shrugged on a white towelling dressing gown provided by the hotel. I thought of asking if I could borrow the other one but Mike said

“Give your key card and I’ll go and open your door.”

I kissed them both goodnight and after exchanging phone numbers and emails I stood by the door naked, with my heels on and clothes in my hand as Mike hurried along to my room, opened the door and beckoned to me. Pecking Tom on the cheek and whispering, “see you in the UK and all the best tomorrow,” I scurried past the dozen or so doors to mine that Mike was holding open for me.

“Thanks Mike see you soon,” I whispered as we kissed and I slipped into my room.

In the more familiar surroundings of my own room, I sort of came down to earth with a bang. The sheer enormity of what I had done over the past few hours hit me as did the soreness in my pussy and bottom. My breasts felt bruised and my legs felt as heavy they often did after a game of tennis. I felt emotionally drained and physical absolutely exhausted and all I wanted to do was go to sleep for a long time. I needed to shower and standing under the hot water I thought about the guys and what we had got up to and felt partly ashamed and guilty but equally, sort of excited and pleased. More, though, was the feeling of not really understanding why I had let them do all the things they had to me but being thrilled that I had a classic dichotomy! But another even more surprising thought came into my mind as I finished cleansing my body. “If making love to two guys was that good, just what would it be like with three?”