Threesome
Does not liking sex enable me to write about sex?. Do I like sex?. Of course I do. Writing my stories on sex, is a form of sex. Is a memory of sex.
He was standing at the door in a shirt, his circumcized cock hanging down beneath his shirt, his wife was standing to the side of him, slightly behind wearing a nightie. It was around two am. I had sobered up, and had come back with an erect cock. I would be into a threesome. I didn't know their names. I had met them in a bar five hours earlier. Got sucked into coming back to their house to fuck his wife. He wanted me to get her pregnant, because he couldn't. Low sperm count, or something like that. I was too pissed. I couldn't raise it. But now I was back to play. They both looked surprised, but invited me in.
We went into the lounge and sat down. I was eighteen and sex eager. I was sex eager to fuck his wife. But the guy said he had something to confess. They had lured me back to their place for a threesome. Hell, I didn't mind, I had sex on my mind. He then told me as he sat opposite me his cock resting on his testicles supported by the comfy chair, that he wanted his wife to be the filling in the sandwich. She patted him on the thigh, in assurance. Anus and cunt at once. I had heard about this. Two on one.
They told me that they liked my body, and that is why they had chosen me. That uplifted my ego. They liked my body. We can get undressed in the lounge, then we would do it in the bedroom. We stood up and began silently taking off our clothes. He had to only unbutton his shirt, while she untied her robe. I took off my shoes and trousers, and slipped out of my shirt. Meanwhile the woman pulled down my underpants, and sniffed the pants where my cock had just been. Kinky, I thought.
We headed into the bedroom with our cocks vacillating from side to side. Fuck I was eager for sex. Lie on your bank on the bed, the woman directed me. She was at least in her late thirties, so I was the young pup. I lay on the mattress with my ass partially on the bed and my legs overhanging onto the floor. She climbed onto me and grabbed my cock and slipped it into her twat. It slips in easily. Don't start moving until my husband puts his penis in my anus. I could feel his cock entering her anus through the thin membrane between her cunt and anus. It felt weird but positively good.
"Okey, you move at the same time as me," he said.
I slid back as he slid back, and forward as he slid forward, it was wonderful. What a fuck. I could tell she was liking it. Having him in her poo hole, and my cock in her cunt was a real turn on. She is the filling in the sandwich. We fucked together, cock beside cock, separated by a thin wall of skin. I could hear him groaning and moaning were a male big cat. Then he cums. I can feel his cum exiting her back passage onto my ball bag. He slips out and tells me to stop.
"How about two cocks in her cunt."
"I'm for that."
We ask his wife to turn over on her back, and I put my cock back in her lovely cunt. I can feel a gush of his cum over my cock, coming from her bum hole. Then he slips his cock in. His cock goes in relatively easy, lubed with lashings of cum. His semi-hard cock presses against mine, and it feels yum. We move together, each for the sexual feel. Her cunt, one velvet wall for each cock, and cock on cock. The best of both worlds. The three of us are in sexual heaven. Then I cum. Our cocks are submerged in my cum. We slurp and slap around inside her cunt. We create an orchestra of sexual noises. We swim through what feels like gallons of cum.
We both remove our softening cocks from her well fucked cunt, flopping like spent fish between our legs. The bed was full of body odor. Full of fresh sexual scent. Of sweat and sticky, viscous cum, on our cocks, on the sheets. His wife heads to the bathroom to pee, her ass cheeks exhausted by the cock fucking they had just received. Her holes were wrecked, but they would recover.
I still remember that night. Inside a cunt, with another cock. My brain many years on is still full of those sexy images. Writing this for you to read, I can feel the weight putting on in my cock. Even my cock has the memory.
After the intense group sex experience, I reflected on the night, still feeling the aftermath in my aroused state. The memory of being in a threesome, with another cock inside the same woman, was an unforgettable experience. Engaging in a threeway had certainly added a new dimension to my sexual encounters.
