Fantasy #1 first post. Me (F/29) w/ my BF and his best friend (F/M/M, DP, rough, submissive) slow beginning, but give it a chance, it gets hot AF.

Disclaimer: Trying to start a series with all my deepest fantasies. This is my first. All names have been changed. Everything up to the scene on the couch is true, after that it’s all from the inner workings of my mind. Slow beginning and it is LONG. Hope you enjoy!

I’ve been with my boyfriend for over 8 years now. We met when I a little over 21; young and shy, I’d only been with one guy before him. After being together for a short while he introduced me to his best friend and his girlfriend. They’d known each other for a long time. Ever since I’d met him, I’d been smitten with Travis.

It was something about the way he carried himself. So confident, so strong. Rough, rugged, a slight air of cockiness. I was so attracted to him. The way he presented himself came across as so domineering. I wanted to experience that from someone more than anything. My submissive mind craved after him. I began to worry myself as I started to believe I was becoming too enamored, slightly obsessed. But I brushed it off.

Not that I wasn’t attracted to my own boyfriend. He was just a completely different person. Carried himself in a completely different way. I was attracted to him for so many different reasons than I was to Travis. Matt, or Matty as he was so affectionately known by many, was a softer person. An almost complete opposite of his best friend. He had a similar build, a strong body. But his personality was night and day compared to Travis. Matty was quieter, more soft spoken. He didn’t always speak his mind and kept thoughts to himself. He just wasn’t as dominant a male as his best friend seemed to be. And that didn’t just pertain to personality. He also carried that aspect to the bedroom.

Sex with Matty was great. It was wholesome, more love-making than fucking. We had the occasional times where we had a few too many drinks and got wild. But something in me wanted that all the time. The wildness, the craziness. I wanted a thorough fucking more than anything and I wanted it more than just when we drank. I wanted it all the time. I needed someone to take control of me.

I knew Travis had that wild streak that I so direly craved when he became newly single. Surprisingly, he and Jess, a couple of nearly seven years at the time; had a falling out. They had broken up for several reasons and both had went their separate paths. The night Travis came over to hang out with us, it had been only about a month since the two of them had parted ways.

The evening started off innocent enough. Matty and I had never been the best of entertainers. We didn’t have friends over very often, per se. When they had been a couple, Travis and Jess had joined us on outings to restaurants and bars. It seemed easier to have fun in a public atmosphere. At home it’d been rather hard for us to not become awkward. As if on cue, Travis ramped up the conversation to keep the night interesting.

He went right into really personal topics. Topics that we’d never discussed during the three years since I’d known him. The current subject was that of a wild night he had with Jess and one of her friends.

“They just let me plow both of them,” Travis explained. He leaned back in the couch as he remembered the encounter, a small grin upon his face. “I made them both squirt their fucking brains out,” he continued, laughing.

Matty, his quiet self, just nodded in what appeared to be disbelief. He seemed to believe his friend, but had never experienced anything with two girls himself. I sat opposite them, currently on the edge of the brick fireplace. Our lack of usual entertaining had left Matty and I with minimal seating for guests. I opted for the fireplace setting as a last minute gesture of hospitality. As I listened to Travis continue, I also sat mostly silent, not knowing how to respond to the bought of information that he spewed forth.

“They were both on the bed, asses up, and I just went back and forth. Fucked Jess for a few seconds, fucked Brittany for a few seconds. And then just switched back and forth and kept going,” Travis continued. “Eight inches deep, baby,”.

At that I raised my eyebrows and let out a small breath of exasperation. I really didn’t know what to say. How did he expect us to respond?

“That’s crazy,” I said with a shy laugh. My go-to response to any over the top story I didn’t know how to react to.

“You don’t even know,” he said. He looked at me, his eyes smoldering. It was as if he was looking right into my soul. As if he could read my thoughts.

Suddenly, something stirred deep within me. I averted my eyes, always ever so submissive. I looked back to see if he was still looking at me and he was. I felt my cheeks flush throughly.

“Anyway,” he carried on. “Those were the days. Wild shit. Jess never liked the wild stuff as much as I do, but she’d give in every so often”.

Matty interjected after that and stood up.

“You want a drink or anything, Travis? Jamie?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good thanks”.
“No, I’m okay,” I said quietly.
With that, Matty headed into the kitchen.

Travis leaned toward me across the coffee table.
“I want to kiss you so bad right now. I don’t know why,” he said.

“What?” I stammered. My heart leapt into my throat. I could feel it pounding loud enough I could hear it.

“I want to kiss you,” he repeated. He ever so slightly licked his lips. My loins practically turned inside out. The stirring in my stomach suddenly turned to a tactile churning. Butterflies? Butterflies. Swarms of them.
“I- uh… I”, I stuttered. I didn’t know what to say. Slowly, but surely something I’ve always wanted to happen was trying to happen.

“Jamie?” Matty’s voice broke out from the kitchen, saving me from what I don’t exactly know. Did I want to be saved from it? I asked myself.

“Coming”, I said quickly. I stood up and nearly ran out of the living room. I didn’t know what to do about the growing warmth I felt inside me.

“He wants you,” Matty said to me as I walked in. He stood at the kitchen counter with his poured drink. He looked at me knowingly.

“What?” I said, exasperated. My jaw dropped. This was all happening too fast.

“Look at the way he looks at you. I saw him. When he speaks he speaking to you. Not me,” he explained.
He didn’t seem angry at all. Just all knowing.
“He’s trying to impress you,” he carried on.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I said. I looked down, felt my cheeks flush again. He placed his thumb and forefinger under my chin and lifted my face toward his. I shuddered at the gesture, raised my eyes and looked at him. They must have pretty much asked if it was okay.

“It’s okay, Jamie. I know you. I know you want him.
Just go with it,” he encouraged.

My eyes widened. Before I could say anything he gently guided me by my shoulder back to the living room. I felt vaguely like a sheep being sent to slaughter. When we entered a look of knowing crept across Travis’s face. He almost smirked. It was sexy.

“So, what’s up with glasses?” Travis asked. It seemed so random, but I knew he had a tactic to it.
“My glasses?” My hand inadvertently went up to my frames. I fingered at them slightly, all of a sudden a bit self conscious.

“Yeah, I mean why do you need them?”
Matty and I had sat back down in our corresponding seats. My spot by the fireplace suddenly felt ablaze, although no fire burned behind me.

The question seemed a funny one to ask. Why would anyone need their glasses? To be able to see of course. But mine weren’t for that. They were non-prescriptions. Fake and only for show. An accessory. But most important of all for me, they were something to hide behind.

As if he could read my mind, he replied to my thoughts aloud.

“You don’t need them. You don’t need to hide behind them. And if I can say this, Matty,” he cast a sideways glance toward my boyfriend to which Matty waved a hand.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, you don’t need them”, he finished.

I felt tears well in the corner of my eyes. The tears brimming, tepid like water from a warm faucet, on the edges of my lower lids. I lifted the black frames from my face and placed them upon the coffee table. The tears rolled down my cheeks.

My appearance was a touchy subject for myself. Having lost 55lbs within the last year had left me with the thoughts my old body had had. I was that many pounds lighter, but still had the thoughts of a big girl. It was hard for me to take compliments. It was hard for me to believe that I was beautiful. And to hear it from a guy of my innermost fantasies was almost too much for me to handle. The glasses had been my veil. I could hide behind them in a way no one understood.

“Don’t cry baby,” Matty said soothingly. “It’s true,”.
“C’mere,”. Travis said. He patted the couch in between he and Matty like an owner trying to coax a reluctant cat.

I got up from my seat at the fireplace, indifferent, my cheeks wet with my hot tears.

I sidled in between them. I didn’t know what to do but listen. That was what I did best. Do as I was told. And at that moment, if something was going to happen, I needed someone to take the reigns. And take the reigns he did.

“Don’t cry,” Travis said. He raised his hand to my cheekbone and gently wiped away the tears from my cheeks. I trembled at his touch.

I sniffed and laughed shyly.

“Really. You’re beautiful,” he continued. I turned my head, blushing. His hand trailed under my chin, turning my head back toward him, slowly coming to a rest on my throat. I swallowed nervously. He grinned and looked at my mouth. I pursed my lips and breathed in deeply. The sound was sensual.

His mouth was suddenly on mine, his body pressed up against me. He felt strong, heavy upon me, his hand still squeezing around my neck. I felt my hips lift upward into him in wanton need. He kissed me deeply, my mind swam. The scratchiness of his facial hair sent shocks into my nerves. His tongue found mine, massaging it. He bit my lower lip and I had to turn my head to moan loudly.

“Fuck,” I said breathily. My eyes met Matty’s. He stared at me, his light brown eyes burning. He nodded and leaned back, his hands busy. I lowered my gaze as Travis’s mouth found my neck. Matty had a full blown hard-on. It ached and struggled against his jeans. I was losing it quickly. My grasp. I was holding back and wanted to let go. This was all so much. So many hot feelings in such little time.

I wrapped my hands around Travis’s shoulders as his mouth explored my neck. A bite here, a nibble there. A slight suck. My pussy felt like it was melting. He pressed into my body, the couch enveloping me. Somewhere far off it seemed I heard Matty unzip his jeans and unsheathe his fat cock. I moaned and bit my lip, trying to stifle back my loudness.

Travis returned to my mouth, this time with his hand. He rubbed his finger on my lower lips. To the corner of my mouth and back; it returned to the middle of my lip, pointing up.

“Shhh,” he breathed. I moaned in response. I could feel his cock on my leg. It felt hard and hot through his jeans. The wetness in between my legs intensified. He brought his hands to my breasts. At first he passed over them gently. I could feel the small callouses on his hands across my pert nipples through my thin shirt. They shot up alertly, sharp as if they had been suddenly cast into a cold wind. He smoothed his thumbs over them several times, making me illicit several moans. My nipples were so sensitive. Travis finally sat back on his haunches and grabbed at the massive erection in his jeans. It struggled strongly against his touch, wanting to escape. To fill something.
I didn’t take any time to gather my thoughts. I whipped my shirt off my back, felt my breasts tumble forth into the cool air. My nipples still hard as diamonds.

Matty reached over and grabbed my right breast. I leaned into him, toward his mouth. He licked at my nipple, taking it in with his tongue and I breathed inward sharply. I felt Travis’s weight behind me return to the couch. One of his hands placed itself on my other breast. I slowly eased myself back and moments later I had two mouths on either side, sucking and pulling. Tongues flicked at my nipples. Hands groped. The wetness of my pussy never waning, but growing. I threw my head back across the couch. My mind was a flurry of feelings. My thoughts darted. I moaned loudly, oh the neighbors could definitely hear.

I felt Travis’s hand upon my left thigh. He rubbed it back and forth, how someone fondled a fresh fruit. A gentle rub and a soft squeeze here and there.

“You like that?” he asked, bringing his mouth away from my nipple. I looked at him with such lust I’m sure he could feel it bore into him.
I nodded and pursed my lips again.
“Mm hmm,” I answered.
Matty’s voice was in my right ear.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

I shyly drew my knees to my chest and when I did I felt a stream of wetness squelch out of my pussy.
“She wants us to fuck her, my dude,” Travis said. Ever so brash.

“Yeah?” Matty drawled. “You want that?” He stood up and Travis followed suit. Matty’s cock swayed with the movement. They loomed over me and my safe spot on the couch. My breasts glistened with wet in the dim light, my nipples ached.

“You want us to fuck you, don’t you?” Travis asked. This dirty talk. It got to me so well. He laid his hand upon his cock.

I didn’t speak, only nodded.

Travis then unzipped his jeans. He struggled to wrangle his dick out into the open. It suddenly popped out and pulsed, as if it had a life of it’s own. I breathed inwardly and tried not to stare.

Thick and wide, but long and curved to the left. It bounced from Travis’s body like a fat snake. Bluish veins mapped themselves across it like a span of land in an atlas. A dot of precum nestled itself in the black hole in the middle of it’s head.

Matty’s was thick and always filled me up, but it didn’t reach as far as I wished. Travis’s looked like it could. Matty held his dick in his left hand like the staff of a sword, it’s head almost seemingly turning purple.
Without thinking I reached up with my hands and grasped both cocks. I heard Matty gasp and Travis grunt. I could almost hear the grin on his lips with the sound.

I brought my hands down and up over their cock heads. Feeling their dick holes with my thumbs. Both thumbs were soon wet with precum. Because it was what I knew I brought my mouth to Matty’s cock first, leaning forward on the edge of the couch. It was Travis’s turn to watch.

As I continued to pump Travis’s cock with my left hand, I slid my mouth down and over Matty’s. I heard him breathe in sharply as he placed one hand on my head. He brushed his palm through my hair and raked his nails across my scalp. I loved that. He carried on as if to guide my bobbing head with his hand, up and down, up and down. I only stopped to swipe my tongue across his dick head, sticking it into his pee hole. Lapping it’s length from head to base.

Time went on and I heard Travis moan, at this point almost a whine for attention. I looked up at him. His gray eyes bore down into mine. Without releasing my gaze, I lowered my mouth to his cock and kept my right hand upon Matty’s.

Here was something new. A new dick. Only the third I’d ever let into my mouth. It smelled meaty and thick, tasted of salt and the slight sweetness of cum. I bobbed my head up and down over his length, struggled a bit with the mushroom head that adorned the top of it. I felt my lips stretch.

Travis then suddenly reached behind the back of my head with both hands, grasping brown locks of my hair in his fists and bashed his cock forward into my mouth. I moaned around the mouthful, my tongue flattened on the underside of his dick. He pulled out and thrust in savagely. My hands went up to his thighs to try and avert some of his weight, but he held fast to the back of my head. When he felt my hands protesting, he fucked my face harder, in and out, in and out. He battered the back of my throat, but my gag reflex held. I felt my teeth scrape against the top of his cock, but it only seemed to make him fuck my mouth harder. Small tears steamed toward the sides of my face. Against my closed eyelids all I could see was dark. Darkness splattered with a deep crimson.

I quickly felt his hands release the back of my head and I fell to the floor in the front of the couch in a heap. No sooner had I hit the ground had I felt hands grip around my waist. I was carried for a brief moment and then I felt weightless. I had been tossed. I landed on the guest bed, in a room adjacent to our living room.

I gathered my bearings and looked about. Matty and Travis had their jeans and boxers below their hips. Their shirts no longer adorned their strong chests. Cocks fully presented, their balls weighing them down heavily. They stood at the side of the bed, like wolves surrounding a kill. I gulped loudly, my breath still wracking from my chest from the previous onslaught.
Matty was soon upon me, pulling my pants down at the waist. He pulled them free of my legs and flung them away. Pretty lace panties adorned my pussy. He dropped his head down and licked me from my hips, up across my belly to my breasts. He stopped to suck on a nipple and then abruptly slapped me across the face. I gasped sharply, my hand naturally flying to my cheek in defense. It stung, but it felt good.

“You’ve been bad,” he said. His words dug into my brain. That dirty talk. Oh how he knew it got to me. “So bad, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer for any dick,” he continued. I looked up at them, eyes pleading, but then I understood why.

“You gotta taste her,” I heard Matty say under his breath. I propped myself up by my elbows, shoulders back. I saw Travis reach for my legs. He grabbed them and roughly pulled me toward him. I let out a small shout and gripped at the blankets to gain purchase, but stopped when I felt heat and I threw back my head. Travis’s hands were hot. His touch seemed to burn my skin. He hooked his fingers around the top of my panties and forced them down my legs. I heard the material tear and then heard them flutter to the floor. I looked down again and saw Travis lowering his head toward my pussy. His beard brushed the insides of my thighs. The feeling was exhilarating. I then felt a wide tongue lap between my pussy lips. They parted willfully to let the intruder in. I felt his tongue around my clit. He teased, up and down my slit, lingering at my clit only to do it all over again. He moaned into me, lapping up my taste. I felt him go further down and he pressed his tongue into my pussy hole. I cried out and whined for more.

“Oh, fuckkkk!” I moaned loudly.

Travis’s tongue continued it’s onslaught. Up and down my slit, in and out of my hole. He sucked on my clit deeply, pulling it in between his teeth. He nibbled gently and I gripped the blankets in fear of being bitten. It only turned me on more. It seemed a lifetime before he stopped eating my sweetness. He stood up and drew in a breath.

“Fuck she tastes good,” he said, wiping his mouth and looking at Matty. Matty smirked knowingly.

Before I could say or do anything they were upon me.
Matty gripped me by my hips and pulled upward. He pulled me upon my knees and then walked to the other side of the bed. He crawled up toward me and presented his cock for my face. I turned my head and spotted Travis behind me. I whipped my head back toward Matty, my eyes must’ve spelt fear.

“It’s okay,” he assured.

I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. I opened them again to take Matty’s cock into my mouth. I then felt Travis’s strong hands across my hips. His touch once again like hot coals upon my skin. His weight came onto the edge of the bed as he leaned into me.
I cried out when I felt his cock head against my pussy lips. They were still slick with his spit. He pressed forward and his cock split them apart. The hot heat of it at my entrance seemed to boil my insides. Travis then thrust forward to the hilt, no gentleness here. I cried out again, the cry muffled around Matty’s cock in my mouth as I was slammed into. Wet sounds filled the air.
Travis gripped my hips tightly, plowing himself into me. His cock traveled deeper than anything I’d ever known. An exaggerated feeling was that it was up in my stomach, it was so overwhelming. I felt full. It split me apart. Each time he rocketed forward I braced myself. It pushed my mouth forward upon Matty’s cock. The look of unease must’ve been across my face, as Matty’s voice broke out against the sounds of sex.

“Just let go,” he said.

I willed myself to relaxed, no longer bracing for impact and the next time Travis pulled away and into me it felt he went even deeper. I let out a stifled cry around Matty in my mouth. God, this felt so good. Impaled against two fat cocks. Spit-roasted. Travis continued pounding me. I heard and felt my squelching juices squeeze out and around his cock.

“Fuck,” he said. He ground his hips into mine, his weight bashing into the back of my thighs, making me feel small and feeble. His balls slapped against my legs. I gave in to him willingly. He fucked me hard. In and out, hard and fast. A pace my pussy couldn’t keep up with. As he slammed into me I let Matty’s cock fall away from my mouth. I put my head back and screamed.

“Oh. God. Fuck. Meeee,” I moaned, feeling an orgasm upon me. “Please. Don’t. Stop,”. Each word was split apart from the next, it was hard to speak a full sentence while getting battering rammed.

Sensing the atmosphere ramping up, Travis reached forward and pulled my hair into his fist. He yanked it back and kept fucking me. Matty slapped his cock across my face and mouth. I whimpered at the hair pulling, fuck this was a lot, but it was so good.
I felt my pussy clamp down on Travis’s dick even tighter. He pounded me harder and my pussy clamored to gain a grip on it. It pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I gripped the blankets with my nails, my head still pulled back by my hair in Travis’s clenched fist. I moaned into the air and then I screamed shrilly as my pussy was wracked by an orgasm. Pulsing waves hit my insides that were wrapped around Travis’s cock. My pussy pulled and gripped at him even more. It trembled with the waves.

“Mm, Jamie, fuckkk”, he said.

His gruff voice saying my name sent me into another throe of heat as a second orgasm hit me. He kept thrusting into me. I was just starting to recover from the second orgasm when his fast pace became even quicker. He strengthened his grip on my hair and dug his other hand into my hip. He thrashed into me, his pounding becoming erratically quick. He felt so fucking good, so overpowering. A quick slap bloomed a flash of pain across one of my ass cheeks. Right before Travis came I opened my eyes to find Matty peering into mine with his. They were still and unblinking.

Travis then bashed his hips into the back of my legs as he let forth a swirl of cum into my pussy. I felt it, hot, thick ropes of it twirling into me. He continued to pump, his thick dick like a hot tube opening me up. I couldn’t take it anymore and felt the release of squirting from my pussy. I rarely squirt yet here I was, screaming as he kept fucking me as he came. It seeped out around his dick. His cum now came in spurts, slowly ending in a trickle. He released his grip on my hair and my head slumped forward gratefully. I felt Matty’s still hard cock brush against my face. Travis’s softening monster slipped out of me. I felt cool air on the wetness around my pussy. A dribble of cum escaped out of me and onto the bed.

I collapsed down, welcoming the comfort of the blankets. The comfort was short lived. I felt a slap across both ass cheeks. It stung hotly. I flipped around and saw Travis stroking his wet dick. My mouth gaped open.

“We’re not done here yet, miss,” he said. He pulled at his cock with quick strokes, waking up the beast surprisingly fast.

“Please, I need a break,” I said.
“She said please, Matty,” Travis smirked.
“Ah, but no breaks here, Jamie,” Matty explained. He came over to me and slapped me. I flinched and bit my lip. Their voices were strong, unwavering.
“Mmm, hit me again,” I whined. I loved it.
I felt a strong whack against my left cheek.
This time my hand flew up, I wasn’t expecting it from Travis.

“That’s please, sir,” he said.

My face burned.

“Please sir, hit me again,”. I obeyed.
Travis slapped me across the face as I requested. I whimpered loudly. I felt my pussy drip.

With that, Travis grabbed me roughly around my middle. He hoisted me up into the air, throwing me about like a rag doll. He spun me around and held me there steadfast. I felt the muscles in his arms rippling. Matty joined us and faced me. My eyes widened yet again.

“Not my fucking ass,” I stammered. It seemed cliché, but I feared anal. Matty and I had only gone there a handful of times. My rosebud of an asshole was not ready for a beating.

“Shh, shut the fuck up,” Travis said behind me. I felt his hot breath rush pass my cheek. I shuddered.

Matty came closer to us, taking some of the burden of my weight from Travis. They cradled me in the air, their cocks poking me in the belly and in my lower back.
I looked deeply into Matty’s eyes. They shined with a wildness I’d never seen before. Like a wild animal’s gaze while stalking prey.

I felt both of their cocks stabbing around blindly. Matty let go of me to use one hand to guide himself inside me. I leaned back into Travis’s chest, it rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths.

The tip of Matty’s cock pressed into my pussy. Travis’s found my asshole at almost the same time. I clenched my teeth tightly. I let out a whine.

“Shh!” Travis hissed. I felt one hand go up across my mouth. I let out a muffled moan around his hand as his cock head pressed into my ass. It felt slightly wet. Fuck, at least he spit it on it first. My butthole relaxed a bit in relief.

“Mmmm!” I whined against his hand. Both men loosened their grip on me ever so slightly. I settled downward, pierced by both cocks. I moaned again, feeling them fill both of my holes. They then withdrew a bit and came back up, tunneling a little further into me. I cried out.

“Shh, Jamie, fuck!” Travis said. He was so domineering. I loved it. As soon as the words left his mouth he pummeled upward into me, stretching out my poor asshole.

I let forth a mangled cry, I couldn’t help it. It hurt, yet felt so good.

“Jamie,” Matty sighed. With that, he pushed his cock all the way into my pussy and there I was. Fully impaled by two meat rods.

Eventually Travis’s hand fell away from my mouth. Between the two of them they used their strength to bounce me up and down on both of their cocks. Up and down I went, my breasts tumbled about wildly. My hair tousled up around my face. My head had been thrown back and I slumped it forward on Matty’s shoulder. My eyes had been closed and I opened them weakly, still being pounded by two of the hottest guys I knew.
And what I saw stopped my breath short. In the mirror on the wall behind Matty was Travis’s eyes looking into mine. From behind me he looked deeply into me. As he seared me with his gaze he found newfound strength. He fucked my asshole at a pace Matty couldn’t keep within my pussy.

“Fuck, Travis,” I breathed. I looked into his gray eyes pleadingly.

“Mmm, you like that cock? You like that cock in your ass?” He asked. He stared at me, loving the submissive look that plastered itself across my face.

“Ugh. I. Love. It!” I stifled between thrusts.

“Mm, fuck,” he replied.

Both of them continued pummeling me. My holes felt spent. There was nothing else like this. Nothing else felt like this. Held in the air, sheer strength preventing me from being fatally speared by two cocks. In and out they went, squeezing out any wetness I had left in me. Pounding and pounding. My breasts jerked forcefully with the movements.

It felt incredible when they both came at nearly the same time. I had already had several orgasms. I don’t even know how many. My pussy had squirt more than it ever had before. I was soaked. They were soaked.
They both groaned and pulled me down upon their dicks. I felt Matty first, since he hadn’t got off earlier his jets of cum were stronger.

I was still looking into his gray eyes in the mirror when Travis came. He still has some cum deep in his balls and he let it loose into my bowels. It all was so hot and filling. I loved it. His eyes drilled into mine. How sensual. To gaze into someone’s very soul as you filled one of their most tender spots with your seed. How powerful he must’ve felt. He held my gaze in that steel grip the entire time he came.

Our eyes only left each other’s when the three of us settled onto the bed. I was spent. As sexy as that all had been, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My tiredness was brought on more by the mental exhaustion I was experiencing, rather than any physical exhaustion. What I had just endured was one of my deepest fantasies. Travis got to fuck me and Matty was a willing participant. Then they both fucked me.

My mind reeled.

I lay there between the both of them. They laid where they had fallen upon the bed. All three of our chests rose and fell with rattled breaths. I first looked at Travis, his eyes shut loosely. I turned to Matty. His eyes were also closed. His eyelids fluttered a bit, as if he were dreaming. I slid my head back to stare at the ceiling, but felt someone looking at me.

I turned back toward Travis. His gray eyes were gazing into mine again. The smallest of smiles cracked across his lips. Quietly, he brought one hand up to my throat.
My heart skipped. It had been trying to recover, but the hot touch made it jump. His hand settled there upon my throat, his thumb pressing slightly into my windpipe. He never tore his gaze from mine. Fuck, yes.

Whatever I had going on here was good. It was more than good. I sighed wistfully and closed my eyes. Their slow, melodic breaths lulled me into a rich, deep sleep.

End.

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