My husband and I are no strangers to threesomes. I actually stopped writing because we had them so often they feel “normal” and “natural” and certainly not anything “gonewildstories” worthy.. but let me tell you about this orgasm. I mean, WOW!
Eye-rolling, toe-curling and pussy-clenching. It was incredible.
The build up for the sex started two days earlier. Or maybe actually two weeks earlier when he reached out for the date. The last time we were supposed to go out I had to cancel on our last plans at the last minute, and he loved to use my desire to make it up to him to his advantage. He wanted two dates this time. I hesitated, thinking my husband would be less likely to go for back-to-back dates like that, and he sensed it. He offered a compromise of a solo-date on Friday evening, and a trio-brunch on Sunday.
Friday comes and I’m distracted all day in anticipation. I’m getting ready and he sends me a text, “Not going to cancel this time, are you?” I blush, embarrassed by the jab and roll my eyes to get over it. I send him something flirty back and change my top to a lower neckline.
The tables are too close at the restaurant to talk about anything private, so instead we make eyes at each other over our food while we make small talk. His smile is warm, and I relax as I eat. We opt out of getting another drink and go back to his place. He asks what music I don’t enjoy listening to and puts something else on. The evening is filled with kissing, touching, laughing, and lots of pictures and videos as evidence for our spouses.
The sex that night was great, but that isn’t what this story is about. And all day Saturday he sends me one picture at a time of our evening. In no particular order, gorgeous shot after gorgeous shot teases me for what is coming next.
Sunday morning comes and I’m ready to cum, too. We meet for brunch in his neighborhood. It’s such a gorgeous day and the food is delicious. The waiter comes to clear our plates, making a comment that the cocktails will put us “right into bed on a day like this” – and without missing a beat, I tell him, “Oh, I’m counting on it!”
We get back to this place and settle in to his room. Hubby (H) comes to stand in front of me and leans down to kiss me. He touches my arms and I put my hands on my chest. We kiss and it feels nice, familiar. I feel our friend (F) at my back. His hands touch my waist and I feel him press his body against mine. His touch is gentle, patient.
I stop, turn, and return to the kissing with F. This kiss also feels familiar, having spent an evening together only a short time ago. I feel the intent in their touches and I feel the energy in the room get hot.
F lifts my shirt over my head and H helps me out of my skirt and suddenly I’m wearing only my panties. They’re speechless as they stare at me but the words are all over their faces. I notice H undoing his pants and I smile, getting down on my knees. I take him in my mouth gently, warming up my mouth and wetting his cock with my spit. He quickly gets hard and I go to town, grabbing him with my hands on the back of his thighs.
F comes over, almost hard, ready for his turn. He comes to stand next to H and I turn a little to take him in my mouth. The shift in position has opened up the view of my backside in the full-length mirror behind me and I catch both of them noticing. I take F deeper in my mouth and switch back to H. Bob my head a handful of times, take him down my throat, and switch back to F. Bob my head a handful of times, take him down my throat, and switch back to H. I continue on like this for a while and hear them both starting to moan and sign.
I pull back and sit on my knees. They watch me move. I stand up, walk over to the bed and lie down with my legs spread. H swan dives tongue-first into my pussy and F comes around to my face to give me his cock. I turn my head so I can use my hand and take him in and out of my mouth all while H is just getting started. Lots of tongue all over and really getting me warmed up and ready.
After a little bit of time, I roll over and climb on top of F to ride him, while H comes and stands at the head of the bed. The bed/ceiling height was perfect for him to stand on the mattress and use a hand for support on the ceiling, making his cock perfect height for my mouth.
I really should have seen this orgasm coming, or maybe I didn’t want to spook it, but it was all of my favorite things happening at one. Me, on top of and riding a most delicious fat cock that has made me cum before, and with a delicious hard cock being shoved down my throat. Gorgeous, tasty cocks at both ends, working together to pump through me together in harmony. It wasn’t quite the traditional spit-roast when I’m on my knees, but the rhythm really got me going all the same.
And everything felt good. And then everything felt great, and continued to build, and build. And it kept building to where I started to lose my coordination. They sensed what was happening before I did and took over where my body couldn’t keep up. F’s hands at my hips, keeping that same steady rocking and sliding motion, and H’s hands around my head, gentle and firmly shoving his cock in and out of my mouth.
My moans build and my vision blurs. My hands start grasping for anything, and they relentlessly keep the pace and momentum building. Quickly and fiercely, my orgasm escapes my mouth as I start screaming around H’s cock. The scream opens my throat and H slides farther down and out and down and out as F is shaking my whole body back and forth on his cock.
When I say that this orgasm lasted forever, I honestly thought my eyeballs were going to pop out of my head and my body would spontaneously explode. BUT, nobody is more thrilled than me that neither of those things happened! Once I stopped screaming and it started to subside, they pulled their dicks out of me one at a time and gave me a little space to catch my breath. Since I was the only one that came, they were still hard and ready to keep going.
F got up to get me a glass of water, and H moved to climb on top of me.
“You look like you could rest for a second. Why don’t you keep laying down?” My laugh turned into a sigh as I felt H climb on top of me and my eyes roll back in to my head.
The rest of the afternoon? Filled with lots of sex, lots of positions, and certainly, lots of cumming.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e26cut/eyerolling_toecurling_and_pussyclenching_mfm
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What a great story ;-)