This was previously on here in five parts - I've pulled them together into one story and tidied things up a little.

Background
R is a guy I knew a long time ago. We slept together a couple of times in the late 80 (or was it the early 90s?), the last time while he was on his way out of the country. We reconnected a few years ago on social media. In the last year or two, there’s a been a sexual aspect to our chats, some exchanges of photos, that sort of thing ... weirdly he has an incredibly detailed memory of a blow job from one of the times we were together decades ago.

D is a local guy who I was seeing a bit of last year. The sex was always amazing, but we never seemed to be able to make any of the rest of it work, so we stopped seeing each other. Whatever ‘it’ was, it ended pretty amicably.

Intro
R has been back in the country a few weeks, and built a few days visiting me into his trip. He’s been at my place for 24 hours or so ... we’ve spent most of that in bed, fucking, sleeping, eating, drinking. It’s late-ish morning and we’re taking a break from the sex, eating some eggs, drinking coffee and chatting. He asks if there’s anything in my bucket list that he might be able to help with while he’s here and willing. ‘Well’, I say, ‘funny you should ask ... I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of an MFM threesome, but the opportunity has never presented itself.’ ‘Hmmm’, he responds, with a cheeky grin, ‘Is there anyone handy who you think might be up for that?’ ‘Maybe’, I reply – ‘let’s see shall we’. I grab my phone and message D – it’s been a few months since we were last in touch with each other ... ‘So, this will be a bit random, but you might remember me talking about a long-standing fantasy of an MFM threesome. I happen to have a willing volunteer – would you be interested in being the other M?’

R and I go back to our eggs, and a few minutes later my phone pings. ‘I could be ... when were you thinking? ... Oh, and hi. How are you?’ I show R and he laughs. ‘I’m not here for long – best strike while the iron is hot!’ I know D’s days are always busy, so I respond ‘I’m great thanks. How’s this evening for you?’ A few minutes later, another ping. ‘Ha – you really are keen. But sure, I think I can make it work this evening. 7ish? Should I bring anything?’ I reply ‘Beer. And an adventurous attitude.’ He messages back with a laughing emoji (as usual). R moves the plates off the bed, takes my coffee cup out of my hand and puts it on the bedside cabinet, and pulls me towards him, obviously turned on by the prospects our evening holds. It’s a few hours more before we venture out of bed, getting in a leisurely swim in the ocean and picking up a few things from town for dinner. During the day I tell R a bit about D ... how we met, how great the sex always was, how I fell for him a little bit, how I miss the drinking&fucking with him. Late in the afternoon I put clean sheets on the bed ... the previous ones had gotten fairly filthy ... and we have an early meal, R taking every opportunity he can to touch me, kiss me, fondle bits of my body while I’m cooking and tidying up. I’m a bit nervous – this is uncharted territory for me, and while I’ve thought about it often enough, I’m unsure how everything will work in reality. Just as I’m wondering if the guys will get on, what happens if they don’t, will it all just turn into a pissing contest ... my phone pings. It’s D. ‘Just heading into the shower and then I’m on my way over. Looking forward to watching you cum, and seeing how much fun you have – I always love fucking you, and seeing someone else fucking you is definitely a bonus’. I smile to myself, feeling more confident about the evening ahead, and message back ‘The door won’t be locked – just let yourself in.’ I look up and see R looking at me smiling. ‘Everything good hon?’ he asks. ‘Everything’s perfect’ I reply. ‘Good’, he says, ‘I want this to be all about you. And you know to just let me know if you need things to stop, or you need anything at all?’ I nod, because I do know that – in fact, I’m confident that both of them actually do care about me, in their own odd ways ... D’s text has reassured me about that, and now I’m excited and a little nervous, but good-nervous.

By 7, R and I have had a couple of drinks, so I’m nicely chilled out, while still quite excited. We’re on the couch, talking about music, with our hands wandering over each other a little, when there’s a knock at the door. My house is pretty small (actually, very small), so the door is only a few metres from the couch. I can see D’s silhouette through the frosted glass, and get up to let him. (I don’t know why he always knocks – I’ve always said ‘you should just come in when you get here’, but he’s got some old-school manners going on that I obviously can’t shift.) He gives me a quick kiss hello, and I take the beers out of his hand to put in the fridge, opening him one in the process. He’s already gone through to introduce himself to R – they’re standing shaking hands, which for some reason cracks me up – and D plonks himself into the chair. The couch isn’t big enough for three people to sit comfortably, but I think he also just wants a bit of space to calibrate himself. We all make some small talk for a little while, D asking R what he’s been doing while he’s been back in Aotearoa, R asking D about the surf ... but while we’re talking, D is also watching R’s hand move further up my leg, under my dress. I adjust myself a little so he can see R’s fingers skating over the outside of my underwear, and a small ‘mmmm’ escapes my mouth. ‘I see I’m going to need a bit more beer to catch up with you two’ D says, and stands to go to the fridge. As he walks past the back of the couch, he stops and leans over, pulling my face around a little with his right hand to kiss me. Long, slow – we’ve always kissed really well. As he’s kissing me, I feel R’s fingers slide in under the edge of my knickers. Another small groan escapes my throat, which D can feel through the kiss – he has a pretty good idea what’s caused that, and I can feel him smiling. His hand slides down my neck and down under the neck of my top – still kissing me, he’s now cupping my left breast in his hand, feeling for the nipple through my bra, squeezing it a little. R pulls his fingers out and says ‘I just need her mouth for a second’. D breaks off his kiss, and R slides his fingers in my mouth, while D is still squeezing my nipple. I know what R wants, and I’m careful to ensure that his fingers are as wet as possible when he pulls them back out and slides them back under my knickers, connecting with my clit. I tense a little ... the feeling of him caressing my clit while D is applying more pressure to my nipple with quite intense, and my head is swimming a little with the physical sensations, but also the realisation that this is really happening. D recognises that tenseness. ‘You’re about to cum, aren’t you?’ I look up at him, smiling. ‘Maybe a little bit.’ ‘Go on then’ he replies, while R is increasing the pressure on my clit – they both know I’m good for more than one. Probably more than ten. I can feel it mounting, my breath becoming audible, small moans. D leans over to kiss me again, tweaking my nipple extra hard, while R slides a finger inside me. ‘Christ, you’re really wet’ he says, and all of that just pushes me over the edge. My body tenses more, stretching out, pushing against R’s fingers and pulling up into D’s mouth, my hand reaching around his head to pull him into the kiss that’s gotten harder, more urgent, until I squeal into his mouth a little, everything building up into an almost unbearable pressure ... and then I release, arching back a little and then the tension washes out of me. For now. D laughs, giving my nipple one last squeeze as he straightens up – he knows we’ve only just started. R pulls his fingers out of me and slides them into my mouth so I can taste my cum. Seeing this, D leans back into for another kiss, licking the taste off my lips. ‘Mmmm’, he says, ‘I’d forgotten how good you taste ... I might need a bit more of that soon’.

D turns and continues his interrupted trip to the fridge. R excuses himself briefly to use the bathroom, and I follow D to see if there’s more cider in there ... there isn’t, but I find a bottle of wine and pour myself a glass. D’s opened his beer and is on the other side of the counter, smiling at me with a pretty cheeky grin. ‘Are we having fun? he asks. ‘Always’ I reply, returning the bottle to the fridge and walking back towards the couch. He grabs me as I’m passing, pulling me into him and kissing me. I’m a little bit compromised with a full glass in one hand, but I regain my balance, steadying myself by wrapping my free arm around him, pulling myself against him. He’s definitely a bit of a dad bod (mostly comprised of beer), but he does physical work, so he’s also pretty fit, and I always loved the feel of his body. His hard cock is pushing against me, his tongue roaming around my mouth, his hand on my bum, squeezing hard. Returning from the bathroom, R is greeted with this sight. He pauses for a second, doing a quick assessment of the situation, and then comes in behind me, removing the glass from my hand and putting it on the bench. ‘We don’t want any spillage’ he jokes, and then moves in closer, his also-hard cock pushing against my arse as he moves my hair to one side and kisses up my neck, sinking his teeth in gently every now and then. I’m surrounded, feeling a little bit overwhelmed, but also loving having the undivided attention of these two guys and the feeling of them both hard against me, knowing that the next hour or two is going to be ... well, I don’t what it’s going to be really, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be fun.

D breaks our kiss and pulls back a bit. ‘Arms up’ he says, looking me in the eyes and smiling. I raise my arms, and he pulls the dress I’m wearing up and over my head. I’m wearing a bra, black, lace, that you can see my nipples through, and sheer black underwear that make it clear I had a full wax very recently. [There’s examples of both these things in my pics. 😊] I feel a bit vulnerable being suddenly basically naked, but I don’t really get a second to think about that ... D puts his hands on my hips and turns me so I’m facing R, who leans in to take up kissing me while D moves in closer, pressing his still-clothed cock up against my arse and sliding his hands up around me, between me and R, until he’s cupping my breasts through my bra, again squeezing harder than most people would. As R’s tongue and mine slide around each other, I reach down, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, sliding everything down. His cock is rock hard, springing free from his clothes – I feel it hard and warm against me, and pull back from his mouth. ‘I want that’, I say, and start lowering myself down until I’m on my knees at R’s feet. D, sensing what’s happening, has pulled back a bit, watching me as my tongue circles around the head of R’s cock. He knows very well what that feels like, and his own cock gets even harder at the recollection of the sensation. R pulls his t-shirt off so he’s totally naked, taking a swig of the beer on the bench ... we’ve lost track of who’s is who’s at this point, but it probably doesn’t matter. Returning the beer to the bench, R moves his hand down to rest on my head, just encouraging me a little. Holding his cock up, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of the underside and back up again, and then pull just the head into my mouth, sucking hard on that for a moment. R groans a little and D smiles. ‘She really is pretty good at that’ he says, and R replies, ‘Fuck yes’. I let go of the pressure and slide my mouth down R’s cock to the base, pulling it all in, so all he can feel is warm, wet, as he watch himself disappear into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his hips, I pull him into me, searching for that last millimeter, holding for a second as I feel him in the back of my throat, and then pulling back up so I can breathe. R looks down and smiles. ‘Don’t forget I’m not the only cock here’ he says. I turn slightly – D already has his shorts down, his different-but-equally-great cock hard and ready for me. ‘Mmmm’ – I can’t stop myself seeing that, and swing around fully, bringing just the tip of my tongue in contact with him. There’s a small drop of pre-cum just leaking out, and I scoop that up with my tongue with another ‘mmmm’. D slides his hand under my chin, stroking my face for a moment, and then sliding his thumb into my mouth and pulling down a little, so my mouth open further. ‘Are you ready?’, he asks, and I nod slightly, but he knows the answer is yes already. With his thumb looped into my mouth, he pulls down on my jaw so I’m forced (but not-really-forced) to open my mouth wider. Holding it open, he pushes forward so his cock slides into my mouth, his other hand around the back of my head, pulling me into him so that I have to (and I want to) take all of him in one movement, the head of his cock suddenly in the back of my throat. He holds me there for a moment, pushing in just a little big further, both hands now in my hair, pulling me hard into him. R is watching, one hand on his cock stroking himself slowly, not even wanting anything himself at that moment, just enjoying watching how much I can take before I start gagging. D pauses for a moment, just because he loves the sound, and then lets go of my head so I can pull back and breathe. Although he’s let go of me, his hand is still in my hair, and he uses that to turn my head back to R’s cock. I’m a little discombobulated at this point, and can’t quite pull myself together to get my mouth back around R ... but before I know what’s happening, D has wrapped his free hand around R’s cock and is guiding it into my mouth. I’m a bit floored by this – I know R has been pretty flexible in various contexts in the past, but I’m pretty sure this is the first time D has touched another guy’s genitals. But overtaking the surprise is my awareness of exactly how fucking hot this is, and I suck R’s cock back into my mouth, taking everything I can. D’s other hand is still on the back of my head, his fingers twisting my hair as he pushes me in a tiny bit further while also applying a little pressure to the hair he has twisted around his fingers, and then increasing the pressure - another thing he knows will have a particular effect. And it does. I groan a little, sucking in on R’s cock even more than before. He’s looking down intently, loving the sight of my blowjob being directed as much as the feel of my mouth around his hardness. I pull back a tiny bit, D letting me, which allows me to swirl my tongue around R’s cock, and then pull back a little more, opening my mouth so they can both see D’s fully rock hard cock resting on my tongue for a moment.

I take a second to breathe, letting them enjoy the sight, and then suck R’s cock back in, as much as possible, tightening around him, and then let got in a sudden movement, swinging back around and onto D’s cock, his hand in my hair loosening its grip as I move. He’s a little surprised, but goes with it, pushing into the back of my throat as my hungry mouth sucks him right the way in. I hold there again, sucking in tight, and then letting go. Pulling back I smile and say ‘Drinks!’ pulling myself back onto my feet and finding the wine that had been taken from me. I’m a little flustered and totally turned on. As I’m drinking, D slides he hand between my legs, inside in knickers, over my smooth pussy, slipping a finger in between my lips. ‘Is she wet?’, R asks. ‘So wet’ D responds. ‘Did you expect anything else?’ I say, smiling. D’s finger is sliding over my clit, pushing in a little. R moves in, reaches behind me to unhook my bra and letting it drop to the ground. He bends down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. I’m in heaven, all this attention just on me. I hold still, just letting them take what they want, thinking about the feeling of their different cocks in my mouth just moment before, the sensation of D’s fingers on my slick clit and R’s tongue on my nipple building up until I can’t hold it any more. ‘I’m going to cum’ I whisper, to no one in particular. D increases the pressure on my clit – he knows he’s no where near the limit for that, but he also knows what it takes to make me cum. R shifts up to kiss me, hard, slide his hand over my breast to squeeze my nipples in his fingers. It feels different from how D does this, but still amazing. For the first time, but not the last, I wonder if I can handle all this ... but my body says ‘YES!’, and I let myself surrender to it. As R kisses me deeper, I have one arm wrapped around his neck, pulling myself up as D is still caressing my clit, his mouth closing over the nipple that is closest to him. That’s the thing that pushes me over the edge, my body tensing as I groan into R’s mouth, the sensation overtaking my brain until I can just feel that and nothing else ...

D’s holding me, knowing I’ll be a little limp as I come down from that orgasm. He smiles at me. ‘You’re so fucking wet now’ he says. I turn to look at R, and he leans in to kiss me. ‘So fucking hot’ he says, about nothing in particular, but also everything. ‘Bed?’ I ask, looking at him and then back at D. ‘Hell yes’ they both say together. Grabbing my hand, R leads me into the bedroom. ‘I’ll be there in a second ‘ D says ... always on task, he’s just checking everyone has drinks, and collects them all up to bring into the bedroom. R and I move into the bedroom – it’s only a few steps. One of the side lights are on, so everything is clear enough but it’s not too bright. R’s cock is still hard – my hand grazes up it as I lean in to kiss him again, our tongues sliding around each other, then his teeth close down on my bottom lip and I let a low moan out. He pushes me back on the bed, so my feet are still on the floor but otherwise I’m lying flat. I’m down to just knickers, sheer, black – he can see the hint of my smooth mound through them. R stands between my legs, looking down at me. ‘How’s this going for you?’ he asks. ‘Fucking awesome’ I reply, smiling at him. ‘Come and make me cum again’ I say, lifting my hips just a little, inviting him. Kneeling on the floor between my feet, he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him until my crotch is just in front of his face. Moving his head down, he licks up inside one thigh, slow, kissing, a little bite every now and then, until he’s nearly at my cunt ... and then to the other thigh, teasing me. As he’s doing this, D walks in, taking everything in with a quick glance and a chuckle. ‘I see you didn’t wait for me’, he laughs. Putting our drinks on the side table, he leans back against the wall with a beer in one hand, idly stroking his cock with the other while he watches. R is shifting back up my thigh, reaching my cunt, sliding his tongue over my knickers. Just as he doing that, D takes a step or two forward and, carefully, tips a bit of his beer over my underwear – not too much, but the shock of the cold makes me gasp. He has a good aim. R smiles, closing his mouth over the wetness, sucking in beer and the taste of me. D leans back, still watching, as I’m squirming at the feel of R’s mouth closing over me, sucking on me. R pulls back a little, and reaches up to slide my knickers down – I lift my hips and somehow we manage to get them off without me having to shift too much. My pussy is exposed to the air now – it feels good, and without thinking my hand slides down between my legs, running over the smoothness, feeling my clit. D and R are both watching, and then R leans back down again, and his tongue joins my fingers, sliding over the lips, my clit, inside my cunt. I shift my hand away – D steps forward, grabbing my hand and sucking the wetness off my fingers, then moves back to continue watching. He can tell I’m getting closer. ‘Don’t cum yet’, he says, looking me in the eyes. ‘Wait until I say’. He knows this drives me crazy ... I start whimpering a little, and R mouth works harder, sucking in on my clit, hard – he’s learnt over the previous days how much I love that. I reach down, grabbing R’s head and pulling him into me. ‘Now?’ I ask, looking at D ... ‘not yet’ he grins. His cock is rock hard, watching me writhe on the bed, doing everything I can to not cum, while R alternates between sliding his tongue over my clit and into my cunt, sometimes moving back to sucking my clit. ‘Fuck’, I say, under my breath, D’s eyes still locked on mine. ‘Nearly’, he says, loving torturing me. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’. I’m so close ... I can hardly bear it. ‘Now’, D whispers, watching me intently.

‘FUCK!!!’ ...

I explode, hips bucking up, R following with his mouth still locked onto my pussy, sucking, tongue inside me, pulling me in hard to him so he can feel me cum. My body tenses, eyes rolling back, everything focused on how good it feels where R’s tongue is.

And then I collapse.

R looks pleased, running his tongue in one long lap up my vulva, and then moving up my body, comes to kiss me, so I can lick the taste off his mouth. ‘Mmmm’, I sigh, as he shifts back a little. ‘That was fucking yummy’. I shimmy up the bed a bit so I can sit up against the headboard, smiling at D. ‘How was that for you?’ I ask. ‘Fucking great’ he replies, grinning. ‘I’m as hard as a rock’. I reach over, grabbing the fresh cold cider and take a swig, and then smile at him. ‘Good’, I say. ‘I can think of one or two uses for that’. R slides his hand over my slick pussy, squeezing a little bit. ‘I don’t think either of us have finished with you yet’, he grins, leaning over me to grab his own beer, sliding the cold bottle over one of my nipples as he sits back to take a drink. D watch my nipple harden in response, fills his mouth with cold beer, and leans over to pull my nipple into his mouth. It’s cold, and then warm, and then he suck in a little harder for a second and then pulls off. ‘Definitely not’, he says, carrying on from R. ‘We haven’t even got to the best bits yet’.

I take another swig and then shift off the bed. ‘I just need to pee’ I say as I’m leaving the room. ‘Talk amongst yourselves.’ The bedroom is really close to the bathroom and I can hear voices as I’m on the loo, although I can’t make out actual words. I smile to myself at the thought that they actually are talking amongst themselves. Standing to wash my hands, I do a quick check in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair to sort it out a bit, and then walk back to the bedroom. R is sitting at the foot of the bed, D’s also sitting on the bed, near the head. ‘Come here’, R says as I walk into the room – he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. As I straddle his lap, he lies back, so I’m kneeling over him. ‘Don’t move’ D says, and I look towards him. He has my tube of lube in his hand (apparently he remembered where I keep that). Standing, he squirts a bit into his hand and moves forward, sliding his hand between my legs. I draw my breath in sharply for a second at the sensation of cold. He leans in – ‘We need to you ready’, and with his hand still between my legs, ensuring that I’m well lubed, his other hand drops the tube so he can slide his hand around the back of my head, pulling me in for a deep hard kiss as his slippery fingers slide over my clit. I can feel R’s legs against mine and I know he’s watching ... again, the feeling of having both these guys focused on me feels momentarily overwhelming, but also totally fucking amazing. D breaks the kiss and pulls back. ‘I think you’re good to go now’ he smiles. I can feel R’s hands on my hips and look back down to him. ‘Come here you’ he says, and pulls me down a little, taking one hand off my hip to guide his cock into me. ‘Mmmmm’ I sigh as I feel him slide into me, filling me. I push forward just slightly with my pelvis to meet him. He feel so good, and he smiles as my pussy tightens around him. ‘Is that good?’ he asks -it’s obviously a rhetorical question, but I answer anyway. ‘Fuck yes’. I move into a rhythm, not lifting off too much, but enough, our eyes locked. He isn’t moving, just letting me find what I’m wanting, as I shift slightly to get a little more of him inside me. ‘Come here’ he whispers, pulling me gently down towards him so we can kiss while I’m fucking him. As I’m kissing R, I feel more hands on my hips, and suddenly I’m aware that D is behind me, kneeling between R’s legs. [Note – I have no idea if the following is physically possible, but let’s just go with it.] ‘Lift’, he says, pulling me up with his hands as he telling me so R’s cock slides out of me. Almost immediately, as soon as I’ve lifted high enough, D slides his cock into me. R is still kissing me – he knows what’s happening (which is obviously what they were talking about while I was peeing – bastards), and he has one hand wound into my hair, pulling me into his mouth as D is driving his cock into me. My body is almost frozen, unable to work out which direction it should be going in, D’s hands on my hips as he fucks me, not too fast but deep. R finally lets go of my hair so I can break off kissing him, needing air. ‘Jesus!’ I say, almost involuntarily. D pulls back, slapping my arse as slides out of me, making me groans a little. ‘Back down’ he says, and with one hand he grabs R’s cock, guiding it back into me. I’m again a little surprised by this, but everything is so totally fucking hot that I don’t really have much time to register how unlikely it is that D would grab another guys cock, and I just go with it. They both keep fucking me for a few minutes, swapping out every minute or so. Everything is wet, slick, hot, and I’m just on the edge of cumming ... somehow R sense this. ‘Not yet’, he says – I whimper a little. ‘Fucking seriously?’ I ask. ‘Nope’ he says, ‘we’re not done yet’. D moves back, and R sort of pushes me a little so I lie ...

... well, really, I collapse on the bed. R pulls me over so I’m flat on my back, and then moves down to the end of the bed, pulling my legs apart a little. ‘So wet’ he smiles, and moves down to lick up the smooth lips of my pussy. He pulls up again, and moves into to run his cock over my cunt, sliding the head up between the lips, over my clit. Everything is super-sensitive, and just the feeling of that is almost enough to make me cum. ‘Just keep doing that’ I whisper, watching him focused on the sight of his cock sliding over me. Then I notice D out of the corner of my eye, also watching, smiling at me as he takes a swig of beer. He cups one of my breasts in a hand, squeezing a little. ‘So fucking hot’ he says. Suddenly R slides his cock inside me again, and I gasp a little, turning to look at him – D squeezes my breast a little harder in response to me gasping, and I contract a bit around R’s cock. ‘Fuck, that feels good’ he smiles at me, moving into a leisurely rhythm. Everything just sort of slows down a bit, which good – I could use a rest after the hard out double-fucking. ‘Just lift your head a little’ D says, and I turn back to look back at him. ‘Sure’ I say, as he slides a couple more pillows under my head. I kind of know where he’s going with this, but he tells me anyway. ‘I just need your mouth a little higher’ he smiles. As I drop my head back onto the pillows, he shifts up onto his knees. R is still fucking me, slowing, watching as D moves my head slightly, sliding his thumb into hook around my jaw again, pulling it open so he can slide his cock into my mouth. He’s covered in the taste of me – so good. I reach up behind him to pull him further into me – he has one hand holding the headboard and then reaches behind my head with his other hand to hold me where he wants me. My tongue slides around his cock, licking up the taste of us fucking, hungry for the feel of him.

Now both of them can see their cocks moving into my mouth or my cunt, and that obviously spurs them on a little as the rhythm picks up a bit. Somehow they manage to move in sync, which is good because I don’t think I’d cope if they had different times The feeling of one cock in my mouth and another in my cunt is amazing – I can’t really focus too much on actually giving a good blow job, but that doesn’t seem to matter too much. Every so often I push on D’s hip a bit so he knows to pull back and give me some air ... but then he’s straight back in again, picking up the rhythm so that my body is rocking between them without me doing anything. I can feel D’s cock pulsing in my mouth, taste that little bit of pre-cum. R starts moving a little faster, beginning to slam into me, and D matches his pace for a few moments, holding my head tighter so he’s fucking my mouth. I can’t really move now ... one of my hands reaches out involuntarily, grabbing onto the sheet to try and anchor myself to something. I can feel myself starting to cum ... I can’t actually do anything at this point, just feel things. Feel my back arching up, my toes curl, my legs tense ...

... at that second, I push D off, sucking in air as I cum, no words, just sounds, the sensation of everything washing through me. My cunt tightens around R’s cock ... ‘Fuck yes’, he says, driving into me and then stopping, just letting himself feel me cumming around him, as I lift up like there’s an electric current surging through my body. After what feels like half an hour but is probably 30 seconds, I start coming down, and then there’s a little aftershock, a shudder through my body, another tighten around R’s still-hard cock. And then I’m done. I really don’t know if there’s anything more in me. R shifts up the bed, curling in behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back into him. ‘Just rest for a minute’ he says, ‘but just a minute’. He’s still hard – I feel his cock pushed up against my arse – but for a minute he’s just cuddled into me. Dave sits up against the head of the bed on the other side, beer in one hand, the other stroking my hair, smiling at me. ‘Definitely not how I expected to be spending my Saturday night’ he laughs. We’re just like that for a minute or two while I pull myself together.

We lay there for a bit, not really talking but it’s not awkward. As R is idly stroking my nipple, I’m conscious of his hard cock pushing against my backside, and having rested a bit, I’m starting to get turned on again. I push back against him, just subtly, but enough so he notices, and I can feel his cock stiffen a bit more. D picks up on the small movement and smiles. ‘So we have more plans for you’ he says, and moves down the bed so he’s lying facing me, sliding his hand between my leg to just cup my vulva, squeezing a little bit. ‘Are you good with this?’ he asks, looking me in the eye. I know exactly what he means, and nod. Reaching behind him, he grabs the tube of lube and passes it to R. I remember I need to relax, even though I’m a bit nervous. Reading my mind, D whispers ‘relax ... you can stop whenever you want to’, and then he kisses me, softly at first and then with a little more urgency. At the same time, R is coating my arse with lube. Putting the tube on the cabinet behind him – having also applied some to his cock – he slowly starts pushing against me, his arm sliding up between me and D, cupping my breast, pulling me back against him, not forcefully but with a clear intention. I feel the head of his cock pushing against me, slowly, and I consciously relax everything as much as I can ... given how much I’ve cum, this isn’t difficult. And then I feel that he’s inside me, just a little bit. D sense the change in my kissing and pulls back a bit. Watching R and me, he knows what’s happening. R pushes in a little more and I let out a low moan. ‘Are you OK’ he asks? ‘Yes ... yes, definitely OK’, I reply, focusing on the feeling as he moves in a bit more ... and then more. It feels so good ... always a difficult sensation to describe, but good. ‘Fuck that’s amazing’ R says. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ ‘Just hold there a minute’ I say, and then look up at D. ‘OK’, I say to him, and he knows what I mean. Lifting my leg a bit, he slides down and maneuvers himself, taking a minute to get the angle right ... and then I feel his cock sliding into my cunt. I’m still slick from all the fucking and lube earlier, and he enters me easily. ‘Good?’ he asks, watching me intently. ‘Fuck yes’ I respond, which is about all I’m capable of saying. The feeling of the two of them inside me at once is, again, almost too much ... but also completely delicious, flooding over me as my body relaxes into the sensation. I really am overwhelmed now, and have to just let them take over – caught between them, I can barely move. D starts moving, slowly but confidently, and then I feel R matching him, carefully at first, and then a little faster. His arm is still looped around me, anchoring himself against me. I again don’t know how they’re managing to find such a synchronised rhythm ... I think they’re somehow responding to me, but really, who knows how it happens. D’s eyes are locked with mine – he’s watching me to make sure I’m OK, but also because seeing my responses to being so thoroughly fucked is incredibly hot for him. I reach up with my arm to push against the bedhead, needing something solid. I feel completely subsumed into the bodies wrapped around me, the cocks filling me. ‘Fuck’, I breathe, involuntarily. ‘Fuck ... fuck ... jesus fucking christ’. ‘You’re about to cum, eh?’ D asks – he recognises it but knows it’s also different. ‘Don’t stop me’ I growl, still looking him in the eye. R reaches up to grasp my hand that’s pushing against the bedhead, lacing his fingers into mine, reminding me that I’m safe, that he’s there. ‘Do you want us to cum with you?’ R asks, almost whispering in my ear. ‘Please’, I reply, ‘But I don’t know if I can wait’. This pushes both of them a bit, and I feel more urgency in their fucking. ‘Tell me when’, D says, still watching me. Everything is slick, hot, hard ... ‘NOW!’ I gasp, feeling a tidal wave surging up inside me. ‘HOLD ME!’ I groan, to no one in particular, but I know if someone doesn’t I’ll pull away from both of them. R tightens the arm he has wrapped around, pulling me down against him, as D slides his hand in around behind my neck and into my hair – he knows this make it hard for me to move, but also that I love it. His fingers tightening in the roots of my hair are all I can take, and I feel the tidal wave crashing down. My whole body tenses, arches back against R as he pulls me in tighter. I feel like I’m cumming forever ... while I’m on the high, I hear R moan ‘Jesus’, and I know he’s there too ... and then almost straight after I feel D’s fingers in my hair tense and a shudder through his body ...

... and then everything collapses. My tense arching body falls back into the bed, into R’s arms, while D pulls into me and kisses me. We’re just a tangle of sweat and limbs and cum and inability to move. ‘That’, I say, stating the blindingly obvious, ‘was absolutely fucking amazing’.

Postscript
Everyone’s had a quick shower. D’s dressed – he never stays. I’ve chucked on a slip dress, for some reason needing to be decent. I walk D to the door and give him a long kiss goodbye. ‘That was fun’, he says, smirking at me a little. ‘It was OK’, I say, with a cheeky smile, and he turns to go. As I walk back inside, R’s pulled some pants on and disappears out the door, saying he’ll be back in a minute. I hear voices outside, but don’t really think much of it, assuming they’re just saying goodbye. R walks back in, smiling, as I’m making a somewhat fruitless attempt to sort the bed out. Laughing at me he tells me I might as well give up, pulling me back into the bed, lifting the slip I’m wearing over my head, and wrapping his arms around me to pull my body into his. We eventually fall asleep pretty much like that ...

 R leaves a couple of days after that, with a lot more talking and drinking and eating and fucking before them. By the time he’s ready to leave, we’re both exhausted but happy. He sends filthy texts and photos throughout the rest of his time in Aotearoa, and on the flight back home.

A week later my phone pings. I glance at it ... and realise it’s D. ‘Happy hour tomorrow?’ – our code for the drinking&fucking we always enjoyed. I smile, suddenly remembering R talking to him at the end of the evening we spent together. I send him a screenshot of D’s message, with a message – ‘Did you have anything to do with this? He replies, ‘Maybe ...you be good now’. ‘I’m always good’ I shoot back, and I know he’s laughing.