My husband and I love making wagers. We bet on pretty much anything sporting events, reality TV shows, even who can get home from work first. Another thing we love is having threesomes. If it were up to me, I would always invite another guy into our bedroom, whereas Arnie leans toward another chick. So to choose, we combine our two interests: Whenever we bet on something, the winner decides the gender of whomever we fuck next.
We recently bet on the U.S. Open, and I was the lucky winner. I was psyched because we had a new neighbor, Neil, with whom I’d been flirting. He was tall and broad shouldered, with short, dark hair, but even better, it looked like he had a nice, big package that I couldn’t wait to get in my mouth. That Friday, we invited him over for drinks to “welcome him to the neighborhood.” He accepted, and when we felt that we knew him well enough, we quickly made our move.
I was sitting close to him on the couch when Arnie excused himself to get another bottle of wine, which we’d planned beforehand. Putting my hand on Neil’s knee, I leaned forward so he could see into my d colletage as I explained the situation. Happily, he was receptive, even excited (which I could see from the bulge growing in his khakis), so I took him into the bedroom, where my husband joined us.
Taking a seat beside me on the bed, Arnie began stroking my back and shoulders. Neil’s hands were at my tits, pinching and teasing my rigid nipples as my tongue swabbed the insides of his cheeks. As the two pairs of strong hands explored my body, my pussy started weeping so I squirmed in my seat, trying to find relief for my pulsating clitoris. Arnie knew what that meant, so he reached under my skirt and stroked my pantyless mound.
I ground against the pillows, as well as my husband’s hand. Perceptively, Neil took that as a signal to unbutton my blouse and remove my bra. Then I helped him remove his top, and our bare flesh pressed together when I climbed into his lap and dry humped him through his pants. Although “dry” might be the wrong word, because juices poured from my cunt, soaking his slacks.
As I writhed against Neil, I heard the rustle of Arnie undressing behind me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d have access to both of their hard cocks. Growing impatient, I unfastened my new partner’s pants and pulled out his erection. It was bigger than I’d imagined it would be, and the head was already glossed with pre come. Also, when I looked closer, I could see that the vein that ran along the side was throbbing wildly. That was something I noticed because I was no longer sitting in Neil’s lap but kneeling in front of him, about to take his thick slab of meat into my mouth.
First I sucked his crown, and then I slid my lips along his length, feeling that pulsating vein. Meanwhile, still behind me, Arnie pushed up my skirt and slid a spit slickened digit into my hole. He pumped it in and out as I descended over Neil’s length, making me moan around the thick shaft in my throat. Above me, Neil grunted as he enjoyed the vibrations, a chorus that my husband orchestrated by giving me a thorough finger fucking.
After a while, he removed his hand from my pussy, and when I heard a slurping sound, I knew that he’d popped the juice covered digit into his mouth. Meanwhile, I sucked Neil’s member, rising and falling from his balls to the tip and then back again. He had his fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my head up and down, and whenever my chin hit his sac, I could almost feel them tighten. Then the slurping behind me stopped, and I knew where that finger was going next.
There was a slight pressure at my asshole, and then Arnie’s digit began burrowing inward. I sucked Neil’s cock even harder, so hard that my cheeks hollowed, as my rear canal was slowly plundered. Arnie stroked me from inside for a minute to stoke my fire, and then he began rotating his finger, stretching me wider and wider to prepare me for a much thicker invader.
I held still, enjoying the finger fucking, and Neil took advantage of that by pumping his hips to penetrate my mouth like it was a pussy. That seemed like the perfect moment for our threesome to take the next step, so the next time his ass hit the mattress, I raised my head, breaking contact with his dick completely. Following my lead, Arnie pulled his finger from my behind and helped me reposition myself so I was straddling our new neighbor’s waist, my cunt hovering over his inflexible prick.
Neil grasped my hips to hold me steady as I lowered myself onto his erection. My labia hugged his cockhead as it speared my hole, which, in turn, stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. The remainder of his length quickly followed, and I was soon sitting pretty. Then Arnie bent me forward to apply lube to my asshole.
When I was really slick, he moved in close behind me and pressed his crown, which was also coated in gel, against my puckered rosebud. I held my breath as he forced it open, and then I exhaled loudly as he slid the rest of the way into me. For a moment, no one said a word we all just sat there, joined at the waist, and I reveled in being stuffed full of cock. Then Neil finally spoke. “Someone else is going to have to get this thing started, because you guys have me pinned.”
We all laughed as Arnie and I got moving. We were the best candidates for that job, because we’re no strangers to double penetration. I held still while he sawed in and out of my ass a few times, letting our new friend enjoy the novel sensation of feeling another man’s cock moving against his own. His head tilted back, his eyes closed and he bit down hard on his lower lip, so I knew he was enjoying the massage that was being administered through the thin membrane inside me.
I certainly enjoyed having a hard, throbbing dick in each of my lower entryways. Then things got even better when we all started moving together. Arnie pulled his dick almost all the way out of my asshole, which made Neil and I both gasp. Then I rose slightly, sliding my pussy along Neil’s rigid pole. Finally, and in perfect sync, my husband filled me with his prick again as I remained in my crouch so my other partner could thrust upward to impale me.
Things proceeded smoothly after that. As long as I kept still, the men could do their thing, repeatedly driving their dicks into my nether holes. Grunting with exertion and pleasure, one would thrust forward while the other thrust upward. Meanwhile, I squeezed my muscles around their shafts, constricting myself around them in an effort to up the ante. They gasped their appreciation, and I have to say that I was feeling pretty good myself, as evidenced by the juices pooling in Neil’s pubic curls and the steady throbbing of my clit.
I felt an orgasm welling in my belly, and I started trembling. Both men felt this and recognized what was occurring. As a result, they worked harder, with Neil driving his cock into my cunt with as much force as he could muster, and Arnie practically flying in and out between my cheeks. His shaft seemed to swell in my rear canal, growing thicker by the minute, and I hoped that the lube he’d applied earlier would hold out until we’d all reached climax.
I didn’t have to worry about Neil’s dick, however, because my pussy dripped so much honey that his skin stayed nice and slick. I could feel his shaft throbbing inside me as I rode him, and my ass repeatedly landed on his body, pressing his balls between us. I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t come yet a lot of men explode instantly when treated to their first DP but he hung on like a real champ, fucking away at my pussy as my husband continued pounding his cock into my butt.
I, for one, didn’t have that kind of fortitude. Feeling not one, but two bulbous cockheads nestled inside my snug canals was more than I could handle. At first, I just felt a wave of heat, and then it was like my entire body was seized by a series of electric shocks. As I came, my body tensed, and both my cunt and my asshole snapped shut around the dicks that never stopped trying to penetrate them.
Neil was next to come. I felt a warm blast of liquid deep inside me as he forced himself into me one last time. He grunted loudly as I craned my neck upward to kiss him, knowing he could feel the aftershocks of my own release around his prick. A second later, overcome by his own mighty orgasm, Arnie dug his fingers into my asscheeks and hips as he filled my rear canal with more hot cream.
We remained linked for a little while longer, all of us trying to catch our breath as we basked in the afterglow of our shared release. Exhausted, I slumped over Neil, my fingers playing in his chest hair as Arnie hugged me to him from behind. Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, and after our neighbor had departed, we turned on the TV. A baseball game was on, and before I could even open my mouth, my husband said, “My money’s on the Reds.”
As much as I like winning, and as much as I love fucking two guys at once, I sort of hoped that he’d win the bet this time, because I was suddenly hungry for a taste of pussy.
Ms. Caroline R., Newport, Kentucky