[FMM] I was double penetrated while on the phone to my [M] boyfriend.

It feels odd to be writing this because, so far, none of the partners shared in my tales have still been in my life. But this is an account of a revelatory experience for me and my current partner, Lucas.

When I was 29, Lucas and I had been together for about a year and a half, and this would be the first time I’d maintained a relationship with someone who had the same sexual appetite as I had, and the same interest in experimentation. I have a history of spontaneous sex that I very much cherish, but by this point, Tinder was a thing, sex positive discourse was spreading, and people were becoming more organised, pragmatic, and open about their sexuality. All of which is wonderful news, but this coupled with a long term relationship had meant that being picked up or seduced seemed a more distant prospect than it ever had.

So, Lucas. I love Lucas. I have to remind you that I’m changing names here, and so for me to type that out feels odd as well. I adore him. Lucas is 6’2”, stocky, and handsome. He wears thick-rimmed glasses and his brown hair is always kept so neat. He’s amazing at fucking me, and for the longest time I didn’t think about anyone else. We have always had an openness, such that we didn’t have to be nervous about talking about things we wanted to try. We’d had one threesome with a good friend, but it hadn’t turned out that well, so we were both a bit nervous about involving other people in our sex lives.

On that basis, it took a while for Lucas to come out and admit that he’d been fantasizing about me cheating on him.

And cheating is a big word. It implies autonomy on my part, but betrayal, it implies me being out on my own without him to take care of me or give assent to certain things. Even if you’re adventurous, the difference between “open relationship” and “cheat on me” is noticeable. I’d need to find someone who wasn’t merely up for getting involved in an extant situation, but someone who wouldn’t give a shit that he was fucking someone’s girlfriend. And this was part of the fantasy for Lucas, as well, the guy would have to feel for himself that he’d taken something from my boyfriend.

Not something you necessarily want to pull off in your hometown. But our holiday to Naples presented… a wealth of opportunity. The stares, and the catcalls, even when I was with him. It was June, it was baking, and for the most part I wore linens that in the direct sunlight were decently see-through. Once, at his urging, I removed my underwear in the bathroom of the café and we walked back to the hotel with the fabric of my dress pulling at my nipples, the breeze stroking my thighs and my pussy. The following morning, he had me wear a plug to breakfast, and took me back upstairs to fuck my arse.

We decided that this was the place to make this fantasy happen. Of course I was up for it, and the thought of new cock delighted me, but there was the nervousness, as well. There was plenty of potential for this all to go wrong, for something bad to happen, and I’d be on my own. We agreed I’d share my location periodically, and installed a tracking app to make sure. But he didn’t want to know if I’d been successful until after it had happened. He would sit in the hotel room, wondering.

I was out the door around 8pm, after we’d had a light dinner together. My arse was still feeling… relaxed, and this in turn was turning me on in addition to the anticipation of what might happen. But from here, I was a bit lost. I wandered for a few streets, absorbing the occasional dirty leer and remarks in Italian that I couldn’t decipher. Should I just post up at a bar? Stop and actually talk to one of these guys?

I did end up posted up at a bar. I got a glass of wine and sat at a table outside. Not too crowded, and a little more comfortable now the temperature was dropping a little. I’d chosen a black linen mini dress, legs crossed as I sipped, and before long, men started asking if they could join me.

Two men made the grade both in terms of looks – dark, handsome, visibly older than me – and aggression, by sitting down either side of me without first asking permission. Immediately my mind awoke to the possibility of getting fucked by two strange men. They asked me something in Italian, and I pulled the doe-eyed polite shrug that passes internationally for “I’m an ignorant tourist” and they slipped into… well, they were better at English than I was at Italian. One of them said I was very beautiful, and I responded “I have a boyfriend.”

The man looked around for a moment, searching for this boyfriend. “You want us to go? You’re meeting your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s okay” I smiled back and sipped from my glass again, keeping my eyes on his.

The conversation went on as best it could, another bottle of wine for the table, eager glances up and down my dress while they smoked. I ended up holding hands with both of them, fingers and thumbs stroking at my palms, my wrist.

“Your boyfriend’s not coming?”

I shook my head and gave him a wide smile.

“We can go to my apartment?”

“All of us?” He’d better mean all of us, I thought.

They both laughed, nodding, muttering assent. We finished our wine and continued holding hands as we walked, and I felt we attracted a few glances. Having them both hold on to me pushed my arousal forward – I was able to pretend that I couldn’t get away.

Once we were inside, I was ready to move on them both. I kissed one, then the other, to let them know that this was happening. We stood in the living room with my arms draped around their shoulders nuzzling left and right to kiss them each for a few seconds at a time. Tobacco and wine, and whatever cologne they had, and their touch of my sweaty back and my buttocks through my dress. My hands slid under their shirts, feeling their damp backs in turn, and before long I was being kissed by both at once, one softly pressing at my lips and tongue, the other kissing my neck and making my pussy throb. They pulled my dress up and over my head, and then there were hands all over me, groping, grasping. Squeezing my tits and rubbing my pussy through my soaked panties, the palms of my hands grazing their bulges, the kissing now relentless.

It wasn’t long from here to the bedroom, where they both removed their clothes and sat up on the bed so that I could kneel between them. I remember noticing that they were both trimmed nicely, and also the invigorating taste of sweat on their hard cocks as I took each into my mouth in turn. When I wasn’t sucking one, I was stroking the other, tugging their skin back and teasing the heads with my tongue and fingertips. They moaned together, stroked my hair and shoulders together, their hips rising to meet my lips as I took them as deep and wet as I could manage. They got more aggressive as it wore on, and we found a rhythm where one would fuck upwards into my mouth for a few seconds before passing me to the other. Cock sucking has never been my greatest strength, but worshipping at the feet of these two in the balmy, musky evening warmth was incomparable.

I had to persuade them to use condoms. I had a couple of boxes in my bag that Lucas had dutifully sent me out with, and took the opportunity to update my location too. If he got curious and looked, he’d know that I was inside someone’s home.

They took turns fucking me. I was so eager to take them both at once, somehow, but they seemed to have a consensus that they’d go one after the other. I was on my back, legs spread wide or wrapped around them, drenched in my sweat and theirs, one cock filling me up to the hilt and pumping, hard and rhythmic, before swapping over. For maybe twenty minutes with only the briefest pauses for change, my pussy was being constantly pounded by strange dick. I reminded myself that I was “cheating”, and the shameful thrill amplified my feelings hard. I’ve mentioned my habit of mewling before – the urgent, cooing, half-wail, half-moan that I can’t hold back when my cunt is getting the attention it needs. I locked my arms behind my head and arched my back, displaying my body for them as much as I could, two pairs of hands smearing the group’s sweat all over my tummy and breasts. I let them have me. They fucked me past the point where I could think straight. I wailed and squirmed and my wide eyes darted between them. They never came past the point of no return. It went on and on.

…and on, and I got sore, and exhausted, and needed to rest. But my body was tingling with arousal and even though I couldn’t move, and my cunt couldn’t handle any more, I still wanted to be filled and fucked. I held up a hand to signal for a break, and let my present occupier ease himself out of me to go and get some water. He came back with a glass that I gulped down, and sat there for a while, our bodies just glistening, kissing from time to time, getting our breath back.

When we were ready for more – when I was ready – a change of condoms, and I rolled onto my front with my arse in the air. I already knew what I wanted now. I let my aching pussy be fucked for a little while more, until I was sure he was sufficiently wet, and eased myself forward, pulling him out of me, and reaching back to guide his cock upwards to my arse.

I’d already been fucked there that morning, and I was still so ready for more. He slid in very easily, even considering, and I sank face first into the pillow to muffle my wails as they became screams. He was moaning too, reveling in the tightness, the dirtiness of my arse swallowing his prick. I love having my arse filled, fucked. The deep aching, the raw sensitivity of it. I couldn’t restrain my vocal cords, I couldn’t control my movement. I just let him pound my arse, and moaned unconstrained into the pillow.

They kept going in the same manner as before – a few minutes at a time each, using my hole as roughly as they liked, and as I got accustomed to the feeling again, I fucked back, pushing my arse into them in response. Balls slapped and smothered my pussy. I reached underneath and stroked my clit in circles. Having an orgasm wasn’t at the top of my list, but I could feel it happening, I knew it wouldn’t take much coaxing when my arse was being filled so roughly. When I came, I fell forward, letting him fall out of me so I could shudder and writhe in what was near enough a puddle of my own sweat.

More water, more recovery. I couldn’t believe they still hadn’t cum. I guessed that they had a strategy between them, or something. But it was fine by me.

I’d just eased down on one of them, ready to ride him, when I had a sudden and quite intense pang of guilt. We’d never actually discussed this situation; as far as Lucas knew, I had picked up some stranger. We’d never really talked about two.

“Um… I’m not really sure if this is okay.” Both of them trying to play down my guilt, “it’s okay, it’s okay”.

“Can you get my phone please?”

I rocked back and forth on his cock while his friend went through to the living room to retrieve my phone from the chair where I’d set it down. I didn’t pull out. Uncertain though I was, I was fairly sure Lucas would enjoy a phone call where I had another man inside me. He picked up very quickly.

“Cat? You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to ask you… um… there’s two of them.”

“Like two guys?”

“…yes, is that okay? I should’ve asked you before…”

“Have you already done stuff?”

“They’ve been fucking me basically nonstop. I’ve got one inside me right now.”

“Oh, fuck” – heavy breathing. I could tell I’d caught him with his cock in his hand. I squirmed and humped that cock deeper into me. “I’m on top of him. They’ve been taking turns fucking my arse.”

He let me know, with words and excruciating moans, that he was happy with the state of affairs. He also asked if he could stay on the phone while I rode, and once the guys understood what was happening, they were happy to oblige. We moaned down the phone to each other while I rode, him stroking himself back in our hotel room, me feeling sluttier than I’d felt in years with both of my holes used and sore.

The other moved round behind me, sheathing himself in a new condom, and pulling my left buttock aside to open me up. I leaned down and rested my cheek in a clump of sweaty chest hair and his arms wrapped around me, cuddling me against him. My voice was trembling as I felt the head of that cock slide into my arse again. I tried to warn Lucas in between gasps “he’s… going to–” and then all of it sank in at once. My words turned into those long squealing mewls that Lucas knew better than anyone. He didn’t demand to know what was going on. He knew I would speak when ready. Both my holes were filled with cock.

I gasped and groaned while they began to move together. I wondered if they could feel each other inside me. It felt incredible, more fullness and physical stress than I’d ever experienced. It was also awkward, and there was a little bit of trial and error in terms of falling out, reinsertion, finding rhythm. But before long both of them were shunting in and out of me in unison. I learned to keep still, to not try and fuck backwards into it, just let it happen. I was still being clasped tight against that warm, hairy chest, the phone pressed to my ear. At some point I was able to get a few words out and tell him: “they’re both fucking me Lucas, they’re both inside me.”

“Both at once?”

“They’re in my arse and my pussy and they’re fucking me” – I couldn’t put proper sentences together. Half my words were elongated squeals. Lucas moaned happily down the phone in response. “Cat, I love you.”

“I love you too” – another pleading squeal.

They kept it up for a while, stuffing themselves into my wet and sore holes, fucking painfully hard at times, but I was desperate for that pain. I was the cheating slut he wanted me to be. I wished I could’ve seen what it looked like, with both of them filling me. In the weeks after, I became obsessed with finding close-up pictures online to help me relive the experience.

I felt the throbbing in my arse, and the groans coming from behind, the harsh grip on my waist. The shuddering, the pulsing, I was greedy for it. The fucking stopped, and I shut my eyes and let his orgasm transpire inside me. “Lucas, he just came in my arse.”

I could hear the sound of Lucas frantically rubbing his cock, even over the phone. He let me know he was close. I eased off the cock inside my pussy and motioned for him to get up. “I’m going to swallow the other one.”

I sucked at his head and tugged at the shaft. His fingers were all in my hair, and he was just… grinning at me. Overjoyed, almost sadistic. That wide, arrogant grin has haunted me. But all it did was make me more eager and ready, and when he began to tremble I dove forward, taking him onto the back of my tongue, feeling him pulse against my lips, and his hot load suddenly erupting into my tonsils. I moaned hard with my mouth full, to let Lucas know it had happened. I heard the sound of him moaning urgently, announcing his own orgasm to me, as I fixed my eyes on that leering smile and swallowed the warm cum that had pooled in my mouth.

They were “gentlemen” after. They walked me back to our hotel. I didn’t know the protocol, and didn’t invite them up to meet Lucas.They wanted to get my number, which I also declined – we needed time to regroup and assess the experiment. It wouldn’t be our last, though. When I got into that room, my beloved had already drawn me a bath and made a cup of tea to go with it. He sat next to the tub and we talked about the experience in detail. We kissed and nuzzled, happily reunited.

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