My Dark Sexual Fantasy

Painting the scene I’m scared to admit I desperately crave

This scene depicts scenarios of consensual bondage and rough sex. You’ve been thoroughly warned.

Though women are still too often criticized for enjoying being dominated during sex, I can say with complete authority that my delight in being tied up and roughed up by a trustworthy partner is in no way at odds with my feminism.

In fact, as a feminist, I know I have the right to like what I like, as long as all adults are practising a scene that remains safe, sane, and consensual.

The below fantasy — which I would love to someday make a reality — is often playing vividly in my head when I masturbate. It’s one of my go-tos and always works like a charm. It explores some dark themes that I’m sometimes afraid to admit I’m into, but then I remind myself that when it’s consensual, it’s insanely pleasurable (for me — not for everyone).

My husband steals into the house just after 11, and he’s brought a friend with him. Just as we’d agreed.

I’m alone in our den, my oversized sweater sliding off my shoulder and exposing my black lace camisole as I type like mad. I’m deep in thought at my desk, blasting Meg Myers’ “Desire” over the speakers. I’m also deep into a bottle of chilled rosé, which is encouraging my creativity as I craft a naughty story.

The music is loud and the words are flowing. And both men are careful to be quiet. I don’t even know they’re there until I feel a hand clamp down over my mouth and I’m dragged from my chair.

My husband stands me up and slides his forearm around my neck and shoulders, pinning my back against his broad chest. I grip his forearm and let out a surprised yelp, muffled by his hand.

I find myself face to face with his good buddy, Alex. Alex is taller than I’m used to, slimmer in build as opposed to my husband’s muscular frame. The blond scruff on his face contrasts my hubby’s dark, trim beard, and his sun-bleached locks curl at the ends, more unkempt than my man’s carefully styled black hair.

Variety is the spice of life.

When my husband lifts his hand away from my mouth, I’m smiling widely at Alex. There’s a glimmer of excitement in his grey-blue eyes.

Alex’s body is so close to mine, we’re almost touching. I want to press my body against his. I try, but I’m kept firmly in place.

Alex leans in, his lips brushing my earlobe. “I’ll wipe that little grin right off your pretty face,” he whispers. There’s a growl to his voice that makes my breath catch and my panties wet.

We’re actually very fond of each other, Alex and I, and the fact that I feel my man’s cock pressing into my ass tells me that he’s as excited as I am about our plans for the evening.

Alex carefully removes my glasses and places them on the desk. When he turns back to me, I see that he’s got a strip of wide pink masking tape in his hands. He presses it to my mouth. Then, in one quick motion, he grabs a handful of my hair, yanks my head to the side, and kisses my neck like there’s no tomorrow.

I moan as Alex nibbles and sucks on the sensitive area below my ear and his hand slips easily into my yoga pants. He lubes his finger up by inserting it inside me, then brings it to my clit, rubbing it in small circles.

My eyes roll toward the ceiling and I lean my head back against my husband’s shoulder. He chuckles in my ear in response. “Time to tie her up,” he says to Alex.

Alex removes his hand and I groan, instantly missing his touch.

I cry out when I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. My husband carries me in his arms, out of the den and down the hall. He stops at the staircase and plops my ass on the plush carpet of the fourth step, just before the landing.

His strength is impressive — because I’m a curvy-ass girl.

Alex appears before me, two bundles of rope in hand and grinning from ear to ear.

My husband gets on his knees on the landing and grabs my shoulders. Alex stays on the floor before the staircase and pulls my legs so that my butt slides down a couple of steps until I’m in the exact right spot.

The stairs leading to our landing happen to have freestanding banisters connected by wooden spindles on either side. That’s how the guys will secure me.

They each take hold of one of my hands, spread my arms, and tie my wrists to the narrow wooden spindles on either side of me. The nylon of the rope is soft and pliable so there isn’t pain, but there’s certainly a tight, restrained feeling thanks to the capable knots they’ve made.

The sensation of being bound thrills me and sends my adrenaline soaring — it always has.

Now that I’m secure, they don’t waste another second. Alex roughly yanks down my leggings and underwear, leaving me bare-assed and fully exposed to him on the staircase.

At the same time, my husband works on the four buttons of my grey sweater. He gets it open and shoves the top of my camisole down. I’m not wearing a bra, so my large breasts spill out as the top of the cami stays trapped underneath them, the elastic pulling up and lifting my breasts. My pink nipples are hard the second the air hits them.

Alex takes full advantage of this as he places himself on his knees between my legs. He leans over me and roles one nipple between his fingers while his lips surround my other nipple, lapping at it and teasing it with his tongue.

With his other hand, he rubs my clit in slow, lazy circles — making me even wetter than I already was. I moan in pleasure against the tape, my pussy practically throbbing with arousal as I lift my hips to increase the pressure of Alex’s strokes.

That’s when Alex gives my nipple one last tug between his teeth before diving headfirst between my legs. He spreads my thighs as wide as he can get them and glides his tongue gently over my smoothly shaved labia, purposely avoiding the spot I want his tongue to center on in the most.

I become vaguely aware of the sound of my husband removing his belt and turn my head and find his cock, hard and smooth and thick, right at my eye level.

I lift my eyebrows, the only way I can plead to hubby for what I want. Alex’s tongue is still running along my slit, torturing me slowly with desire, as my husband gently peels the tape from my lips. The masking tape is gentle enough on my skin, and because of the moisture that’s been collecting from my enthusiastic vocals, it comes off easily with barely any ouch-factor.They know that pain isn’t my turn-on.

And this night is all about my pleasure, after all.

When my mouth is free, I lick my lips and open them hungrily. My husband moves into place to give me what I want. He places his knees on the stair my head is resting on, just above my outstretched arm. He gently gathers my hair in a ponytail, helping to support my head and neck.

“Do you feel comfortable enough?” he asks, checking in with me to make sure all is well.

“Ye — yes…” Alex has chosen that very moment to lick my clit for the first time — and he keeps going. “Fuck, yes,” I say, addressing both men at once.

Yes to my husband’s question, and double yes to Alex’s tongue lashing.

“Do you want this cock?” my hubby asks. He’s stroking himself, drawing it out.

“Yes,” I say loudly.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands.

“Ah!” I’m close to coming from Alex’s handiwork, and I want to suck my man off right fucking now. “I want your cock in my mouth.” I barely manage to get it out between gasps.

My husband feeds me his cock until it hits the back of my throat and I gag. Even then, he can’t fit himself all the way. He pulls out a bit, then gently fucks my mouth at a steady pace. With his free hand, he lavishes attention on my nipples, pulling and gently twisting them between his thumb and forefinger.

I relish the feeling of my mouth being full, unable to get anything out but a muffled cry of pleasure as Alex eats me out. Our friend keeps his tongue right where it needs to be and increases the pressure, lapping at my engorged clit as he inserts two fingers inside me.

I stretch my knees even farther apart and lift my ass up to meet him. He places a hand beneath my ass and helps me grind my pussy against his face.

With my arms stretched wide and my wrists bound, my mouth fully occupied with cock, and my pussy being serviced by Alex’s tongue and fingers simultaneously, it doesn’t take me long to get there.

I shut my eyes tight as the deep pleasure that’s been building in my core boils over and explodes. My muffled voice is loud as the blissful release curls my toes and makes my leg muscles shake like jelly.

While my pussy is still contracting from the intense orgasm, Adam thrusts his cock deep inside me. I groan in sheer delight and surprise, opening my eyes wide and meeting my husband’s gaze. He gives me a wicked grin and laughs when he realizes I was so out of it while I was coming that I didn’t even know Alex had unzipped and readied himself for me.

Alex fucks me slowly at first. It’s a gloriously full feeling, and I moan to their rhythm as they both pump in and out of my cunt and mouth simultaneously.

After a few beautiful minutes, Alex speeds up, going deeper, breathing faster, pounding me harder. He buries himself as deeply as possible, hitting the back of my vaginal wall in a way that is so intense it almost hurts — but it’s a good hurt.

From his pocket, Alex produces one of my many bullet vibrators. He holds it to my clit as he stays still, his dick deep inside me. My husband takes his lead and buries his cock as far in my mouth as he can. They stay like this, unmoving, waiting for the bullet to do its job as I breathe rapidly through my nose.

I come again in less than a minute, wailing in ecstasy around my husband’s cock and sounding louder than a firetruck.

As my pussy grips his cock, Alex pounds into me once, then twice. He grunts with each thrust, and on the third one, he comes hard. I feel his warmth fill me up. As he comes, he doesn’t let up on the bullet toy. It stays glued to my clit, and I lower my hips, trying to get away from it.

“Is it too much for you?” Alex says, smirking. He pulls out of me and moves the bullet down so it’s stimulating my labia and doesn’t hit my clit directly. The toy becomes especially slippery as I feel his come dripping from my pussy.

My husband pulls his cock from between my lips immediately so I can answer. I see it’s gleaming and dripping with my saliva, so hard that it looks like it could go off any second.

“I can’t,” I tell them both. My tone sounds like a mix between pleading and whining. “I can’t come again.”

But that’s not the safeword, not even close, so they keep torturing me. My husband joins Alex on the floor and takes his place between my legs. Alex shifts so that he’s beside me. He moves the bullet up, directly stimulating my clit again but keeping the pressure light.

“No, I…I can’t do it…”

Still not the safeword. My husband plows into me and I’m filled to the brim yet again. Alex passes the bullet to him, and he keeps up with the clit stimulation as he pumps into me.

“I don’t believe you,” my husband says. “You have another one in you.”

“I don’t,” I moan in protest. But maybe, just maybe, he’s right. And I want to find out.

Alex puts his free hands to good use and fondles my breasts, lavishing more stimulation on my nipples. My shouts match the timing of each thrust as my hubby fucks me relentlessly. He’s building up and I know he’s close to falling over the edge.

I let out an ecstatic, open-mouthed cry each time he plows into me. Alex then leans over me and kisses me passionately, swallowing my moans. It takes me by pleasant surprise, and I kiss him right back as I melt into the staircase.

The feel of Alex’s tongue dipping in my mouth, his hands on my breasts, the bullet on my clit, and my husband’s dick filling me over and over is the most pleasure my body has ever felt in so many places at one time.

It’s sheer bliss, and it’s driving me to the fucking brink of insanity.

When I finally come a third and final time, it’s a twisting, violent orgasm as I riggle my entire body and pull as hard as I possibly can against my wrist restraints. I’m basically biting Alex’s lips at this point, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

My husband’s orgasm follows just after mine, and he empties himself into me.

“Turquoise,” I say, gasping for air. “Fucking turquoise. Fuck!

At the sound of our safeword, my husband immediately turns off the vibrator. He cups my cheek and presses his lips to mine while Alex takes care of the ropes.

This time Alex carries me. My mostly naked body seems to be useless, my muscles so wobbly from the best sex I’ve ever had that I’d probably fall over if I tried to walk.

Our friend lays me in the bed, and they both get in on either side of me. We alternate drinking wine and rehydrating with water as both men stroke my skin gently and massage different parts of my body. Alex plays with my hair, which is the ultimate relaxation for me.

When I’m almost asleep, I hear them hatching a plan for our next overnight play session.

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Here’s How Our Threesome Will Go

My husband and I meet him at one of our favorite spots. A coffee and wine bar where local musicians play. The coffee is great and the wine is even better.

We find a good table in the back corner. You can see and hear everything, but there’s also enough privacy to talk.

The music that night is a jazz guitarist and vocalist — a talented and beautiful woman in her late forties.

I’m one glass of wine in when our play partner shows up. We’ve been friends with Dean for well over a year now. We like and trust him.

I’ve had a crush on him since the day I met him — he’s tall, broad-shouldered, has light-brown hair, a close-trimmed beard, bright blue eyes, and glasses. Especially sexy is his sense of humor. The guy makes me laugh. That, mixed with my intense physical attraction to him, makes for a powerful aphrodisiac.

We’ve decided to invite a friend into our bed because the idea of sex with a stranger doesn’t sit so well with me. And the idea of sex with a friend I’ve known and liked and become quite attracted to over the past year is much more enticing.

The build-up of my fantasy with him has been exquisite torture. I’ve thought about him while I masturbated in the tub more times than I can count. And tonight, after a lot of planning and talking and taking great care to make sure everyone feels safe and comfortable, my fantasy is about to finally become reality.

We both greet Dean with hugs. The three of us laugh a lot as we work on the bottle of wine we ordered for the table. All three of us remark on how attractive the musician is, and also how sexy her voice sounds.

When the bottle is empty, we know it’s time to make the transition. We all walk outside together. Dean shakes my husband’s hand before kissing me on the cheek, dangerously close to my neck.

“See you in a few,” he says.

My husband and I head back to our place to meet Dean there.

There’s a fire going in our fireplace as the three of us sit on the sofa, me between the two men. I sip from my glass of wine while we chat. I’m at that lovely spot where I’m not drunk, but I’m feeling super relaxed and warm. I’m feeling very sexy and affectionate, and I tend to touch whichever man I’m addressing.

Our conversation bounces around for a few minutes, from film to mutual friends to music. My husband heads over to our stereo, hooks up his phone, and picks a song. I smile when I hear the first chords of “Twisted” by Two Feet. The kind of song that makes you wonder if you can orgasm from just listening to a song.

He hangs out by the stereo and watches me walk to the opposite end of the room to refill my glass at the coffee table, which we’ve cleared to the side of the room, away from the couch. Dean is left between us, on the sofa.

I meet my husband’s gaze and catch the glimmer of excitement in his steel-colored eyes as Dean stands and approaches me.

My friend reaches for my glass. I take a long sip and hand it over. His fingers linger on mine a moment longer than necessary as I slip the glass into his hand. He enjoys a sip himself before he sets it down.

“You look flushed,” he says.

“I feel pretty warm,” I admit. “Not because of the wine, though.”

The corner of his beautiful mouth lifts in a half-smile as he pushes my hair over my shoulder, baring my neck to him. He leans in slowly, and just before our lips meet, I see my husband over his shoulder, watching us intently.

I freezeframe this moment in my mind. The suspense. The sexual tension. The feeling that this thing I’ve been yearning for is finally about to happen.

The second Dean’s mouth is on mine, I feel that telltale flutter in my chest. These aren’t the butterflies of an innocent school-girl crush — these butterflies travel downward, making me feel wet and aroused as his lips coax mine to open and his tongue slips into my mouth. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and I lean into his body, my chest rising and falling with my quickening breath.

Dean moves from my mouth to my neck, sucking my skin gently. He pins me against the wall with my body, and I let out a sigh as I enjoy his weight against me.

“She fucking loves that,” my husband says quietly. Dean is smiling as his lips travel from one side of my neck to the other. His hand finds my breast, and I arch my back as his thumb grazes my nipple over my thin blouse and even thinner lace bra.

Dean stops kissing me and suddenly grabs me by the arms. He manhandles me just a little as he pulls me from the wall and turns me around to face my husband. I feel his erect cock through his jeans as he presses it against my ass.

My husband stalks slowly toward us as Dean grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head to the side, and this time adds a bit of teeth when he sucks on the sweet, tender spot just above my collarbone.

When my husband is an arm’s length away, he reaches out to unbutton my blouse. But that’s all he does. Dean follows his lead, bringing his hands over my shoulders and slipping his fingers into the cups of my bra from above. He shoves the material down, releasing my breasts. He feels the weight of my full orbs, one in each hand, and grinds his erection into my ass.

Then Dean zeros in, grabbing my hip with his right hand and pressing my nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. I gasp and let my head fall back against his big, strong shoulder.

I’m loving the feel of his hands on my body. Loving the feel of my husband’s eyes on me as Dean gives me such immense pleasure. I’m feeling shameless. Confident. And so turned on that I have to squeeze my legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the delicious tension building there.

I lift my hand up and caress Dean’s face as my husband places his hands on the tops of my thighs and lets his fingers roam my skin. Every inch of me feels so sensitive right now that the sensation is glorious, even there. That mixed with Dean’s fingers playing with each of my nipples in turn is almost more than I can take.

Suddenly my husband grabs the hem of my black pencil skirt and shoves it up to my waist.

“She wants this,” he says. Then he takes Dean’s hand in his and guides it inside the waistline of my panties.

Dean doesn’t have to be encouraged any more than that. His fingers graze over my clit. “You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear as he slips first one finger, then a second, inside my cunt.

I thrust the air with my hips, grinding against his fingers and loving the feel of them inside me. When he pulls his fingers out of me, they’re well lubricated as he begins massaging my clit in a circular motion.

“Fuck — yes,” I breathe, barely getting the words out. I moan as I hook my arm back and around Dean’s neck, needing something to ground me. His body is solid, and I’m sure I’m not going anywhere. Which is a good thing, because at this rate, the magic his hand is working on my clit makes me feel like I could melt into the floor at any second.

I spread my thighs, wanting to feel more, and Dean shifts from circling my clit to rubbing in an up-and-down motion.

“She’s getting close,” my husband tells him. He’s right. I’ve been turned on since we were chatting and listening to some great fucking music at the wine bar, so yeah, I’m pretty damn close.

As my hubby watches Dean play me like an upright bass, he removes his jacket and tosses it aside. His eyes don’t leave my cunt as he loosens his tie, undoes his belt buckle, and unzips his pants.

“Faster,” I whisper. “And…fuck yes…harder. Mmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes as the muscles in my core tighten in painfully delicious tension.

Dean, ever the attentive friend, increases his speed and pressure. “There — yes! Don’t stop.” Like Emma Austin advises, “Don’t stop” does indeed mean “don’t change a damn thing,” and Dean seems to have gotten the memo.

Dean keeps up the speed and pressure. As my moans turn into shouts of pleasure with every breath I take, I’m vaguely aware of my husband’s hands on my wrists. He takes my hand from around Dean’s neck and crosses it over my other hand. Then I feel the sensation of his silk tie tightening around both my wrists.

It’s not easy to keep track of everything in the moment of my climax. I open my eyes when the first wave of pleasure hits, my orgasm bursting from my cunt to my fingers and toes like an electric current of pleasure pulsing through every vein in my body.

The muscles of my vagina contract again and again, and I wail with each passing wave of ecstasy. My wails turn into low, soft moans as the orgasm begins to subside, and my entire body feels like jello.

I lean even harder into Dean, my hands useless now that they’re tied up. I trust the men to take care of my body, and that feeling of handing control over makes me want to come all over again.

I’m still moaning when my husband kisses me, muffling my vocal pleasure as his tongue dips into my mouth. The feel of both of their bodies against mine — my husband in front and Dean behind — is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. This feeling, I think to myself. This right here makes every bit of effort worth it.

“You’re going to suck my cock now,” my husband says between kisses. “While he fucks you.”

I lick my lips and nod obediently. I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head in anticipation. I’m practically drooling at the thought.

They guide me to the sofa, where I get on my knees and lean over the arm of the couch, resting my weight on my elbows. My wrists stay tied as I watch my husband pull his generously proportioned cock out of his pants.

I hear Dean rustling behind me, and I look over my shoulder at his cock. My eyes widen at the look and size of him. It’s different than what I’m used to. No two cocks are alike, and I’ve had the same one for ten years, so this is something to take note of.

Dean pulls my black lace panties down my legs slowly, until he gets them over each of my ankles and shoes. My black Mary Jane heels are staying on, apparently, because that’s where the undressing stops.

I look at my husband, who nods at Dean. I lower my head, opening my mouth wide, and my hubby guides his beautiful cock between my lips at the same moment that Dean slides into my waiting wet pussy from behind.

I feel Dean’s hands digging into my bare hips. I feel my husband’s fingers digging into my long hair and pulling it as he fucks my mouth. Both men inside me make me feel complete, filled to the brim. My moans of pleasure are stifled by the cock in my mouth.

I feel possessed by both of them, and it’s glorious.

I’m still able to play with my husband’s balls. My wrists are tied, but my fingers are free. He grunts with pleasure as Dean groans with each rhythmic thrust inside me. His cock makes the walls of my vagina clench with pleasure — remnants from my first climax, which are sending me well on the way to my second.

We go like that for more than ten minutes, and then Dean is grunting the loudest, pounding me harder. I can tell he’s almost ready to come inside me. We’ve all been tested, and I have an IUD, so I’ll get to enjoy the feel of his hot semen filling me up.

My husband notices Dean getting close and buries his cock deep in my mouth, practically down my throat. I gag on the head of his dick, my muscles clenching all over my body. That — the tightening muscles from my gag reflex — sets Dean over the edge. He moans and comes inside my tight, clenching pussy.

He stays inside me for a moment, and I moan as my hubby resumes his thrusting in my mouth. I meet each of his thrusts with a bob of my head. When Dean pulls out, my husband does the same. Daen sits on the sofa beside me, and I kneel on the cushion, waiting impatiently for what I know is coming.

My husband comes around the arm of the couch and puts his hands on my shoulders, urging me to sit. I sit on the edge of the cushion, careful not to spill Dean’s come from inside me.

My husband kneels on the floor in front of me and shoves my knees apart. Dean alternates between kissing my lips, massaging my breasts, and sucking my nipples as my husband eats me out, tasting Dean with every lap of his tongue.

With both of them attending to me, I feel myself falling over the edge again in record time. I grab on to my husband’s hair and grind my cunt into his face. Dean catches my moans with his lips as I come, hard, my juices and his come mixing together and spilling out of me.

The waves of my pulsating orgasm are still causing my muscles to spasm when my husband pulls me down to the carpet and enters me in one quick, deep thrust. Dean is on the floor with me, by my head, playing with my hair and breasts, kissing my neck from an upside-down angle.

My husband fucks me into oblivion as I ride out the remnants of my mind-blowing second orgasm, then he comes inside me.

Two men have just ridden me to the breaking point and filled me up with the evidence of their ecstasy, and I’m shaking as I come down from a high like nothing I’ve ever felt.

Afterward, it’s not awkward. Dean doesn’t run out right away, and we’re glad about that. My husband and I invite him to stay, if he’s so inclined, and he takes us up on our offer.

We fall asleep in bed together, and the next morning, we enjoy going out for coffee together. There is plenty of chat about how lovely the night before was, and plenty of innocent flirting.

We agree that it went so well, we should make a plan for a second date. We spend a good portion of the conversation discussing how both the men would like to interact more with each other the next time, and I’m completely on board with the prospect.

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I Want You to Watch Him Fuck Me

And enjoy yourself the entire time

I know you — we’ve been together a long time. I know you’ll be nervous, and that’s okay. I’ll be nervous too. I’ll also struggle with feeling selfish, guilty, and more than a little exposed.

But I’ve been craving this for a while now, and just having your eyes on me as you back away and sit in the chair across from the bed is making me wet.

You sip your Scotch but drink me in while the man we’ve invited into our bedroom presses up against me from behind. His chest is solid as I lean back and enjoy the feel of his hands gripping my hips, digging his fingertips into them as his lips find my neck.

I’ve wanted Nate from the moment I met him, and now, you’re going to watch me have him.

Actually, it might be more accurate to say, you’re going to watch him have me.

There will likely be some fear and insecurity on your part

When Nate turns me around, backs me against the wall, and starts to kiss me, you might feel worried. When he hooks his hand behind my hips, grabs my ass, and grinds his pelvis into mine, you might even feel jealousy.

When he makes me gasp at the pleasurable friction of the erection in his pants rubbing my clit through the flimsy material of my skirt, you might start to question some things.

Will his cock be bigger than yours? Will he be more skilled as a lover? Will he be more eager to impress and work harder to make sure I experience all the pleasure I possibly can?

Well, he might have you beat with that last one. You and I have been fucking only each other for nearly a decade, so our urge to impress has certainly…relaxed. Chalk it up to new relationship energy and don’t let it get to you. That’s part of the reason we’re doing this.

Nate lifts the hem of my camisole and pulls it over my head. My full breasts tumble free of the material, and he lavishes attention on them.

Taking a breast in each hand, he circles each nipple with his tongue before sucking on the sensitive, swollen pink bud. In reaction to the tingling pleasure shooting straight to my core, I moan and arch my back, grinding harder into his impressive hard-on.

I really want you to be confident in my love and desire for you, even while you watch another man give me pleasure. It’s called compersion. I want you to experience an empathetic state of enjoyment because you see me enjoying myself.

It seems to be working because as you watch Nate worship my breasts, you undo your pants and let free your own hard-on. Seeing your thick cock in your hands turns me on even more. Our eyes meet, and I lick my lips, hungry for both you and Nate.

I reach for Nate’s belt buckle and undo the clasp. I slip beneath the waistband of his briefs and wrap my fingers around his hard, thick length. I squeeze, and he gives a low, guttural groan of appreciation. Before I can go any further with his cock, he drops to his knees on the floor, yanking my skirt and underwear down with him.

I’m stark naked, vulnerable, and aroused in front of two almost fully clothed men now — and something about that makes me dripping wet.

Bringing his mouth to the level of my cunt, Nate takes care of my dripping desire, licking between my legs from as far back as he can reach all the way to the front. He stops at my throbbing clit, zoning in on it with this lips and tongue in a slow, passionate kiss.

“Fuck…fuck yes,” I tell him, my voice coming out in a breathless whisper.

“I need to spread you wider,” he says. He looks up at me and grins as he hitches my left leg over his shoulder, opening me to him.

It’s all I can do to stay upright against the wall as he spreads the lips of my vulva and ravishes me. The feel of his dancing tongue against my smoothly shaved skin is fucking incredible. When he slips his finger inside me, massaging my inner wall while flicking his tongue like crazy against my clit, I feel my core muscles wind so tightly that my thighs start to shake.

I start getting loud, making it known that he’s hitting just the right spot now, at just the right pace. I grab his chestnut brown hair with both of my hands and start fucking his mouth in short, needy thrusts, my leg on his shoulder bobbing up and down as I chase my climax.

When I feel my budding pleasure finally release, I meet your eyes as I wail like a siren — vocalizing my ecstasy. You’re rubbing your length slowly where you sit, your eyes unblinking as you watch me fall apart.

I’m ready to be thoroughly fucked

Nate stands, takes off his shirt, and removes his pants and boxer briefs. His dick is impressive, fully hard and veiny, the head shiny with his desire for me.

He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches toward me, inviting me to join him. I straddle his legs and hover over his very inviting cock. I’m more than ready to be thoroughly fucked.

Before I lower myself, I turn my head to the side and meet your gaze.

“Is this okay?” I ask. We’ve already discussed that it is, but I want to check in with you. Make sure you’re alright.

Your lips curl upward ever so slightly, and you nod.

I keep my eyes locked on yours as I lower myself onto Nate, gasping at the wonderful, full feeling of him.

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Then I look into Nate’s eyes and stand on the toes of my bare feet so I can lift myself up, then slowly slide down, riding his cock and letting it go as deep as it possibly can.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Nate whispers in my ear. His arms wrap around me as he pulls me down on him, and I lean far back, bending backward so the angle of penetration changes in a delicious way. The long waves of my hair brushes the front of his knees as my breasts point to the ceiling.

He cups my ass and, without breaking our connection, stands and turns me around so that I’m lying on the bed with him on top of me. I sigh at the incredible feeling of his full weight on my body.

Then, he starts to thrust.

He pumps into me, hard and deep and rhythmic.

He kisses me, dipping his tongue into my mouth as his cock drives into me. He stops kissing me so he can focus on the fucking, and his upper pelvic region rubs my overly sensitive clit as he glides over me, again, and again, and again.

It’s not long before I’m riding the wave of a second orgasm. Coming with a cock inside me is one of my favorite bedroom activities, and I feel my cunt squeeze his cock like a vise as he keeps pumping away, drawing my orgasm out even longer.

When Nate starts getting close, he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed again. I look at his cock, gleaming from my arousal in the low candlelight, and get on my knees on the floor. I take him into my mouth, enjoying the taste of myself.

He gently collects my hair in his hand, holding the makeshift ponytail as he guides my head up and down, pushing himself as far into my mouth as I’m able to handle.

I use my hands and massage his balls, and he responds with loud grunts of pleasure. In less than a minute, he explodes into my mouth.

I swallow every bit of his come and lick his head clean, feeling a shiver of pleasure pass through his body as I do.

Your turn

When I stand and face you, I find you giving yourself long, slow strokes from the base of your cock to the head.

I kiss you, and you let my tongue slip between your lips.

Tasting him on me seems to drive you into a frenzy. You’re rough with me as you turn me around and bend me over the bed next to where Nate sits.

You know just how rough I like it — entering me in one quick, sharp thrust from behind without even bothering to remove your clothes.

Nate watches while you have your turn, taking me from behind fast and hard, pulling my hair just hard enough to cause a bit of pain.

You push me forward and get on your knees behind me on the bed. Without pulling out, you pull my shoulders up and back so that I’m kneeling on my knees as well, my back to your chest. Once we find our rhythm in the new position, you press your hand over my mouth.

Then, you wrap your other hand around my neck, squeezing gently. My moan of pleasure comes out a muffled grunt as I grab each one of your forearms with my hands, loving the feel of being dominated as you slide in and out of me torturously slow.

“How about we ask Nate to come suck on your clit again?” you ask. “Hmm? He seemed to be pretty good at that the first time around.”

This wasn’t in our original plan, but Nate straightens right up, looking pleasantly surprised. Your hand still covers my mouth, but you give me enough leeway so that I’m able to nod my head yes or shake my head no.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I nod and attempt a muffled “Yes,” begging for it.

“That’s what I thought,” you say, chuckling.

Nate is there in a flash, his talented tongue showering my clit with attention while you fuck me into submission — a complete submission to pleasure.

I honestly don’t think my body can orgasm again, but neither of you is going to let up until I do.

I groan against your hand, relishing the lack of control as the man I love fucks me while the man I’ve been lusting after eats me out like there’s no tomorrow. I feel gloriously pinned. Out of control. No escape from the pleasure as another orgasm is forced upon me.

When another climax suddenly rips its way through me, thanks to your merciless fucking and Nate’s agile tongue, you can feel it as my cunt squeezes your cock in pulsing contractions of ecstasy. This one explodes from my core and sends an electric current to the very tips of my fingers and toes.

I squeeze my eyes so tightly that all I see are warm, floating colors. You fuck me through the climax, the belt threaded through your loosened pants biting into the backs of my thighs until you come inside me.

It takes the three of us a while to come down to Earth.

It takes me the longest.

When I start to breathe normally again, I find myself nestled between both of you, the fingertips of both your hands brushing along my body and making me shiver with pleasure.

“Next time,” I say in a dreamy voice, “I get to watch the two of you.”

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