[FMM] Fiancé (M26) breeds me (F38) in pronebone whilst I blow and jerk our live-in FWB (M25)

Hello y’all at GW! It’s been a while since I made my last post, but life and work have been a bit on the time-consuming side of things. Things have… changed fairly drastically since the last time I was here; Sam is now a live-in FWB and Jacob proposed just over a month ago – anyone not familiar with what’s going on can catch up by reading the last confessional I posted, found in my profile. It’s a strange polyamorous thing we somehow got going, weird beyond any direction I ever imagined my life taking, but one we have managed to keep working through over the last two years to a surprising level of comfort. We even sleep in the same bed most of the time – that said, threesomes don’t happen as much as you might think!

Whatever the case may be, since Jacob proposed, our sex life has been more intense than ever – he’s made little secret of wanting to start a family, and his… enthusiasm has been *very* contagious.

I woke up Monday morning to Jacob spooning, groping, and caressing me idly from behind through the thin material of my negligee. With Sam sleeping on the other side, I was in a nice, snug place and it didn’t take too long for me to get aroused. In no time at all, I was gyrating my hips against his crotch and his half-hard cock quickly sprang into full erection, pressing hotly against the cheeks of my ass.

Opening my legs just a little, Jacob quickly push his leg between mine, pressing firmly against my pussy where I could grind on it. It was hard not to show my appreciation and I was moaning and squirming as he get a little rougher with my tits as he planted kisses and ran his tongue down my back. Just as I started to get comfortable, he relinquished his groping ministrations and I felt his fingers draw down my stomach, lower through the crisp hairs of my pubes, parting the petals of my womanhood before proceeding to work me, forcing my to throw my leg over his hip to give him more access. A slippery patch was quickly spreading on my skin from where his grinding cock was oozing precum.

Before I could even think about it, I felt his hand balling into a fist that jerked my head back by my hair, whereupon he whispered huskily, his breath hot on my ear, about how badly he wanted to use my pussy. I was loving his talk, and, with him fingering me deeply, my mind was also drawing lustful blanks. All I could manage was to tell him to take it any way he wanted.

For a moment, I thought I was going to regret my choice, as his fingers slipped out, leaving me empty. I got up to kneel at the edge of the bed, and I immediately got on my hands and knees, presenting my ass and pulling up hem of my night dress to expose my very wet slit, all in the hopes of expediting the lusty fuck I was being promised from that twitching and very swollen cock that was arrogantly defying gravity so close by.

Instead, my beau took hold of my legs and pulled them out from beneath me, leaving me to flump down onto the bed. Unsurprisingly, Sam woke up from the sudden jarring buffet of my body on the mattress. He managed a sheepish *good morning* considering what he saw, met by my flustered *hey you*. Jacob didn’t reply, and a glance over my shoulder revealed he had eyes only for my rear, with the kind of frowning determination that lets a woman know she’s in for an ungentle, unceremonious, and very unrepentant pounding.

Jacob crawled up and pressed against me. I don’t know if the decision to part my legs was an altogether conscious one, since they open in the few moments it took him to reach down and fix his cock head to my slit. I’m not sure what face I should be making, with Sam watching and Jacob begins to push his way in and the walls of my pussy too wet to offer resistance. That said, my eyes did feel big, and I was drawing in shuddering breath through parted lips. I can help but give a breathy *fuck* as I feel the erotic discomfort of his progress arrested by my cervix.

Sam thinks there may be a certain mood at play, and starts to say that he can be somewhere else. Jacob doesn’t seem to hear him, given the way he was starting to pull out his slippery cock and thrust in back in, so I decided to make a judgement call. Sam was already semi hard, so I smiled at him and reach out to take him in my hand and started to massage him. Sam quickly went into fuck mode himself, his cock filling out and his foreskin peeling back. Maybe it was coincidence, but Jacob had really started to pick up the pace, and every smack of his hips against my ass was jolting me.

I crawled up slightly, with Jacob shifting together with me, and started to jerk Sam off, loving the feel of the three of us connecting like this. Sam groaned and fell back onto the bed, reaching out to hold my free hand as I work his dribbling shaft in the other. For a long stretch, we all worked in silence – excepting our moans, grunts, and little gasps of lust that filled the room – Jacob pounding, Sam straining, and me jerking the latter as I bucked and shoved against the former, offering soft encouragements to the both of them.

Without warning, Jacob pulled out, smacking my backside with his wet hard on, before straddling my thighs and pinning me down. Dexterously, he finds my wet hole and shoves back him, his hands clamping down on my cheeks and squeezing them together before going to town; my toes were curling in no time at all as I found myself cumming all over his cock.

As I recovered, it became almost impossible not to notice Sam’s turgid shaft right in front of my face, to say nothing of the fact that it was throbbing between my precum stained fingers. Being the horribly horny mess that I was, I suppose it was impossible to resist the compulsion to lever myself up and put my mouth to work on him. With Jacob staining my vaginal walls with his precum, I was moaning on Sam’s cock with every bob of my head, whilst he stained my mouth and tongue with his own contributions.

By the time I was shuddering in orgasm again, I was in the process of lathering Sam’s balls with tongue as I jerked him, having had to pause to give my aching neck a rest. Jacob was near the end of his endurance, because he had started to become very liberal with his dirty praise. Sam was probably also getting off on all of this, as he suddenly got and knelt in front of me. What Sam was probably too timid to do, Jacob did for him, pulling my head back by my hair to level my gasping mouth with the cock bobbing in front of me. Sam hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jacob in moment of silent communication before pushing forward, and the two of them worked me out between them.

It was an awkward position, but the heat of the moment, the enthusiasm, and being used between the two of them had left me giddy. For several long delicious minutes more, I sweated like the whore of Babylon, forced to moan from the wet mess Jacob was turning my pussy into, yet barely able to because of Sam’s cock. I thought I’d tease him by reaching up to tickle his balls with nails, but he was wired, and the next thing I knew was the involuntary jerking of his cock followed by the vigorous spurt of his orgasm.

Sam sank away, his arms limp, and kneeling low as if in exhausted defeat. All I could do was lie there, a prisoner under Jacob, and watch Sam wind down. Recovering a little, I twisted a little to look over my shoulder at Jacob, who I realized grinning down at me. I think I blushed a little there, but I already felt feverish.

I continued to take Jacob for a few more minutes, not elating further, but enjoying the visceral pleasure that comes from sexually servicing the man that wants to be my husband, enjoying his strength and his want and his need. And when he starts to pump his virile sperm into me, I receive no orgasm, but gain the deep satisfaction at being able to experience his pleasure and surrender, without a climax of my own to cloud away that intoxicating experience.

We waited a bit in recovery, before cuddling up, leaving me sandwiched between the two of them. I hated the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of the day like this, because with one cock pressing my loins from the front and the other impressed from the back and two pairs of hands lazily caressing me all over, I was getting horny all over again.

But, if I’m honest with myself, there was some perverse consolation for being able to sit in the office amidst coworkers who are completely oblivious to the fact that I can still taste cum on my tongue and my knickers getting slick from the cum dribbling from my cunt.

And that’s all!

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