The Woman Dating Multiple Married Men
We're at the art exhibition in the borough's warehouse-studio. My husband and I are checking out the place. Suddenly, we spot her. She has a curly-shag haircut, a knee-length dress, and seems elegant without much makeup. I'm captivated by her jawline and the way her hair frames it.
My husband notices too. He says I should talk to her, as she's younger and may relate better to someone our age. I get a chance when she's distracted by a call. We start chatting about the artists and the space. We're both not drinking, and I see that as a plus - in the city, being a teetotaler can be strange. She's looking at us, but her expression stays the same. There's an air of excitement.
My husband joins in, but he has to say hello to a friend. Once he's gone, I ask her to come back to our place. She agrees. When we get back to our car, I sit in the back seat to keep her company. We start making out immediately. She's grinding on me passionately, letting me know she's been fantasizing about gay men for years. I can feel her arousal as she tells me how she masturbates, using toys, and even has sex with straight men. But she really wants same-sex encounters. I'm rubbing her labia through her dress while my husband watches in amazement from the front seat.
We get home and head straight to our bed. Our clothes come off, and we continue kissing as we caress each other. My husband and I tell her she'll receive intense, satisfying sex from us. She's responding excitedly, acknowledging that my introduction to her husband triggered this. We're all making out, sharing spit and moaning. He spits some of it on her pussy and my dick, then starts having sex with her, telling her it's going to be a long and aggressive experience. I watch and join in, demonstrating that we're kind men but not afraid to take control. She's loving it.
The story now continues. We're immersed in a three-way kiss, sharing saliva, and examining each other's bodies. I'm aroused by her and my partner's smooth skin, lean bodies, and how comfortably they fit together. They're both experts in topping others, but they're equally good at bottoming. She expresses her desire to be penetrated by both, and we're more than happy to oblige. We switch roles constantly, ending up in a mess of legs, arms, and bodies.
It's hard to describe everything that takes place as it happens, as much is instinctive and instinctual. But soon enough, we're lost in the pleasure of this threesome, each heightening the other's sexual satisfaction. Each time I bottom, I come harder than ever before. She's grateful for this fulfilling fantasy to come true. My husband and I are happy to provide this journey for her, not only because she's so beautiful but also because she's so open and receptive. She has a swell ass and firm, round breasts, making it easy for both of us to satisfy her.
Spit is still present, leaving our skin wet and messy. We reach our peak, and my husband and I can't stop moving, feeling her wonderful body's climax. Finally, we lay there, covered in sweat and delighted by this surreal experience. I know it may seem strange, but this encounter has had a profound effect on my sexuality. I can only imagine how my husband feels, as I've always known he'd enjoy this touch of heterosexuality.
The pivotal moment occurs when my brain, musing over nothing and sensing everything, propels me to slip my penis next to his and into her. There's already a knack for friction, but this is clearly on a higher level. Her lids remain shut, and she isn't even taken aback. This is another fantasy of hers we will bring to fruition. My husband isn't astonished, either. This is meant to transpire, and that's why it's unfolding.
My cock gradually seizes the appropriate location, opening, and laxness within her. I perform this action respectfully and to display a bit of virtuosity and elevate the experience even further for her. She jiggles slightly, and an opening arises. I hold her slender waist and shove gradually in and upwards. We all yelp in unison. My spouse and I observe a woman being filled with two homosexual penises.
The intercourse commences with vigor. There are intervals of quietness as we all soak in the event. My kissing with her is exceptionally steamy. It's just as fiery as the most intensely erotic moments with my love. There are outbreaks of sex talk. She rants about her cravings, her yearnings, everything, and we share how we've been longing for a woman for a while. We assure her she can remain here whenever she pleased. We decide to do this each day we can. We thrust our cocks into her without boundaries, querying her whether that feeling aids her in rethinking and settling to abide here indefinitely. It works.
There's a sequence of position shifts to enable her to take in our penises from multiple perspectives. At times, I'm the bedrock and he serves as the mover, and alternatively, we're both on our sides pushing straight in, her cunt making the squelchiest sounds as she lies on her back and grinds down on us. I barely require prompting to indicate how many occasions we all culminate. I lose count, and soon it all merges into one. It dawns on me that we haven't used lube, and this is the easiest double penetration I've ever recollected. I'd always thought DP was a grand notion in theory but frequently problematic or impossible in real life, but that's not our experience. It's as if we were destined for one another. I breathed in appreciation for these things, contemplating where eternity might lead me next.
We remained in bed until the dawn crept in the next morning. I propositioned to accompany her if she desired to snag a few belongings at her location, and she agreed. My spouse lingered behind. In her compact studio in a pre-war walk-up, we merely conversed regarding our lives and occupations as she aggregated garments and trinkets. She exudes a refined yet natural air, like me. Well-dressed yet prepared to discard it promptly.
With her return, I discovered him freshly bathed, slumbering, hence we enacted a shower together prior to reuniting with him. There was countless kissing and playfulness. I disregarded her, embracing her against me as the water rained down on us, and I planted a kiss on her forehead tenderly. I didn't concede it aloud, but I knew deep within that my dream had reached fruition, also.
My partner stirred marginally before we aroused. He snapped a photograph of us asleep, sending it to me afterward. I'm on my side, my hirsute limbs around her as she appears at me and is in contact with my chest. Some of her beautiful locks are scattered on the bed. He annotated it with a tag designating us as lovebirds. I routinely revisit it, yearning.
My daily routine consists of working hard all day, then taking the subway back home where my partners are eagerly waiting to undress me and start our intimate sessions. We often alternate between oral sex and penetration, with me sucking and eating my partner's genitals, them returning the favor, me penetrating my partner, and us both penetrating her simultaneously. I've even mixed my own semen with theirs and shared it with them on various occasions. This entire process is geared towards bringing immense pleasure and eliciting loud moans and yells from my partner.
Afterward, we engage in more double penetration. Despite our busy workdays, we maintain high levels of energy due to our burning desires. Often I can only consume the bare minimum of food as all I can think about is sharing our passionate lives with this woman we love and care for.
On some days, sustenance comes from the satisfaction of feasting on my partner's genitals. I position myself so I can smell her vagina's aroma. I've lost count of the number of times I've tasted her partners' semen. Kissing and sucking both their genitals is also a key element of our passion. We hardly use any lube as she offers more than enough natural lubrication herself. Spit provides for any remaining needs.
As we collapse into bed, our physical differences are apparent - we are two bald, bearded, hairy men while she is a slender, flexible woman. We often wake up in the wee hours of the night to initiate an early-morning round. Her body remains comfortably nestled between us.
In contrast to our intense evening sessions, our weekends are relatively less sexual. We occasionally enjoy engaging in passionate sexual activity in the morning. However, we also love visiting parks or museums or supporting our friend's art shows. These diversions forge a stronger connection as we continue to love and support each other.
We've created an incredible bond that is three-part. As the gentle, loving one, I take care of my partner, kissing her frequently and attending to her needs. My partner, by contrast, is stoic and doesn't kiss her directly, but do support his own efforts to fulfill my partner's sexual desires. I regularly check in with her to gauge his performance, reminding her that she can't change her urge for him.
Masturbation has been nonexistent for me for several weeks, and I no longer find pleasure in other body parts, like her anus. There's no apprehension about performing anal, but we've collectively agreed that nothing can match the raw, slippery experience of vaginal sex. For me, a gay man, this continues to be the most desirable preference.
The secret of pure bliss is found in her womanhood. For our first wedding anniversary, we spent a significant amount of time on a train involved in a steamy intercourse and double penetration session, emphasizing her as the anniversary gift. Our same-sex love surpasses any connection a heterosexual couple can experience. She's an object of possession for us. Such comments are common. Imagine how it felt for me to screw her while passionately kissing my husband and looking deep into her eyes as she watched. She'd tremble as she heard all of this while being penetrated. On Valentine's Day, I bought a dozen long-stem roses for her to put in a vase when I returned home. My husband hadn't arrived yet. The kisses were unbelievable. We had no inhibitions and were already stripping each other right there in the kitchen, like two fresh college students discovering each other for the first time. She was up against the counter, unbuttoning my shirt while I fondled her sensational breasts. My husband joined us shortly after, taking both of us in a passionate embrace. It was an extended night of lovemaking.
As far as our daily life goes, we wake up before the sun rises. We prefer to shower together, but she has her own bathroom when needed. We take the time to exchange long, deep, loving kisses and hugs before setting off to work. This ritual strengthens our emotional bond. It also produces endorphins and various beneficial compounds for the brain and body. I venture into the world with a skies-high heart every day. Then I spend another 10 to 12 hours at work, which keeps me sharp. While at work, I put on a fine suit each day. During my lunch break, I do a quick session on the treadmill and pump some weights. My leg workout is intense, providing me with the power required to perform in the evenings. Occasionally, I might go to a work event or network professionally, but no one knows the extent to which this marriage and this woman dominate every moment of my life. Her pussy is a doorway to a realm of pleasure.
I go through my day submerged in female pheromones. Head to work each day with the thought of spreading them around. Managers, coworkers, and visitors to the office find themselves in awe of the aroma. I'm meticulously clean, ensuring no scent remains behind. It's subtle. The pheromones are calming and life-enhancing. I also have pheromones across my mouth, beard, and body hair. I once helped a coworker with personal issues by inquisitively addressing them using advice I read in a self-help book. He thanked me, echoing how peaceful he felt, but her pussy juice molecules were likely at the heart of this positive outcome. Additionally, my interactions with female coworkers are suffused with cheerfulness.
A few of my coworkers have noticed how better I appear each day. They inquire about the inspiration behind it. I simply share that it's all about good self-care and strong relationships. Of course! Then I overhear one coworker discussing his difficulties with dating. I no longer have these challenges. In reality, I don't encounter any issues at all, living in a world where her pussy and my husband's cock are simultaneously lodged deep within. I nobly smile, knowing where all this madness ultimately takes me.
This meaningful connection hasn't lost any luster. A new development is how we manage when we're alone. My husband's job often requires him to stay late. He used to simply text me to start without him, but we've grown to agree that he should just come home when he's had enough of work. He then jumps right into what we're already experiencing.
Sometimes the waiting time is brief, and I'm sucking on her vulva until he arrives. Most frequently, we're sixty-nining in bed. I'm frantically licking her entire vulva while making eye contact and grunting, my cock entering her drenched pussy. He quickly strips and approaches us, applying my spit and her sex juices to simultaneously penetrate her with me in a hot DP that unleashes even more of her climaxes.
The frequency of our encounters has amplified with the growing time gaps. There's one particular moment I can't stop thinking about. I arrive home one night and begin kissing her. She requests I pretend to be a straight husband eager to procreate with her. She doesn't even need to ask twice. We shed our clothes and shower together, the water cascading over her delectable breasts and stunning hips. She leaves me breathless every time. [End of story]
In bed, I'm thrusting deep into her wet pussy. She has her legs wrapped around me, and we're discussing how amazing it is that we'll soon be holding our child together. As I reach depths I've never felt before, I hope my ignorance of fertility doesn't prevent her from getting pregnant. Her fingers brush through my thick body hair, and I declare my intentions to drench her even more with my cum. I crave a baby so intensely.
Our lips meet in a messy, wet kiss, and we're both teetering on the edge of climax. We share our deep desire to remain in this cliffhanger of a moment forever. I proclaim my love for being her partner. Instruction replaces passion as I push harder to make this baby happen. Grabbing the headboard, I use all my strength to give her the ride of her life. Over and over again, I tell her that she's my wife and we'll create a family together.
My wife pulsates beneath me, her moans escalating. She begs me to "breed" her and confirms that I'm answering a longing she's had. Our breaths syncopate with each other's bodies pushing back. On the verge of ejaculation, feeling close enough to orgasm, I look up to discover my husband standing there, only partially dressed in the doorway. His presence doesn't deter me. He's actually enjoying the sounds of us making love.
He moves behind me and places himself inside his wife beside me. He leans over to kiss her, a gesture they don't often exchange. I feel a sudden thrill of excitement. She's clearly attracted to him, too. No matter how strong and quiet they both appear, there's still that soft romantic side they show one another.
One more orgasm arrives, stronger than ever, consumed with delight as we scream out our ecstasy. Sperm and vaginal juices combine, making a slippery mess. It feels almost unreal that our sex could be this fulfilling.
I move to stand, her husband climbs back into the bed, and we ensure that our passion remains constant. Tired and content, the three of us prepare for sleep. Mixed feelings of love, satisfaction, and longing fill the room.
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