Catherine met Charles because of her interest in an MFM threesome. It was as simple as that. He didn’t know that at first, but it soon became clear that the reason she was ‘stepping out’ was her long-held fantasy of being with two men. Making a connection with him or someone like him was the first step in the process.
Thankfully for all concerned, Charles embraced the idea. It turned out that much information was available online, more and better than that held in some books that could be perused at the local Barnes and Noble. He dove into the project after Catherine identified an interested third, coaching her in the questions she had to answer for herself, while at the same time preparing himself for the possibilities.
It started out to be extremely complicated, for Charles faced the prospect of a rival joining him in this endeavor. But the three of them moved forward, to the point of three-way chat and shared emails regarding specifics of the planned meeting in Dallas. The plan eventually died, though, when the ‘third’ found a new love. Perhaps he wasn’t as fully on board as first appeared.
For a year the idea simmered, but in the background. Catherine and Charles had found something very special in each other, and became ever closer, and more robust in their exploration. Finally, though, it was time.
“Perhaps a swingers’ club would be fun,” Charles mused during an online chat one evening. “Maybe there you’ll find the perfect third.” Catherine quickly took the bait, “Are there places like that? Where?” He was ready with an answer, “Atlanta. The Trapeze. Here’s the link.” The conversation flowed from there over the next few days, and a plan was hatched to meet there in the coming weeks.
They didn’t want to leave her fantasy subject to a chance meeting with the right person, so they began interviewing a few of the many prospects who answered a craigslist ad. Eventually, the number was reduced to four. To complete the process, and hopefully have some fun for all along the way, Charles and Catherine sent an email to the ‘candidates’, giving them further information and soliciting their input. To give you a flavor of the email…
Catherine: When it comes to erotic pursuits, my long-time fantasy is to be shared by two terrific, beautiful men. I can think of nothing sexier than two of everything…two warm, wet mouths kissing me, two pairs of questing hands caressing and touching me, two pairs of lust-filled eyes watching me surrender to the ultimate pleasure, two um…well you know. Although the physical interaction is the ultimate goal, there also has to be a mental connection and some chemistry between us. A lovely, sparkling conversation over drinks and dinner filled with quiet innuendo (times two), is part of the fantasy.
Charles: Over the last year we have devoted a fair amount of attention to Catherine’s fantasy of adding a second male to an evening. There was a firm plan for last spring that fell apart when the third backed out before the trip. For a variety of reasons the discussion was put on hold, but rekindled over the past couple of months. This effort is the result of those discussions, and we both are intent upon sharing this experience.
Last year’s plan still holds appeal. The three of us will meet for drinks and dinner in the hotel restaurant to get to know one another better and to flirt shamelessly. When sufficiently *energized*, the group will move the party to the suite upstairs. There the focus will continue to be on Catherine and her pleasure. We have learned together that her passion knows no bounds and that in nurturing her passion, it is impossible to imagine anyone being left behind. After a wet, warm, loud, energetic and exhausting evening, the third will depart, satiated, with stunning memories. Safe, covered sex will be the rule.
Amazingly, an opportunity presented itself to meet in Oklahoma, earlier. Charles put out some feelers, both on craigslist and a swingers’ site, and soon had a couple of interesting prospects. Catherine focused on one, Nick, and the game was on. The earlier email was shared with him, and a couple of three-way chats preceded some one-on-one chats and phone conversations for him with Catherine.
Within a few days it was set, planned for a week after the first contact with Nick. Catherine set the tone with an email to both men a few days before the visit:
Soaking in a steaming bath, I reflect on the wildly improbable conversations of recent days. Conversations of erotic possibilities, fantasies fulfilled, desires shared. I think about Charles, my trusted friend and lover. I wonder about Nick, the man I know only from a few photos, on-line conversations, and a phone call. The bond with Charles is deep and strong. The chemistry with Nick is, true to his claim, “all sizzle and giggles.” Letting the hot water soothe my body, I relax into the water, welcoming its sensual embrace.
I think about what might transpire in a few days…what it will be like to have them both caress me, kiss me, touch me, embrace me. I run my fingers along my neck, wondering whose lips will first find that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A tingle races through my body as I realize I’m about to have, for the first time, two sexy men to simultaneously kiss both sides! I slide my fingers down my left arm, wanting to feel the caress of both men…wanting to feel a wet mouth suck my fingers into moist heat. I trail my fingertips back up my arm, then drifting across my chest, then down my left breast, skimming my nipple before traveling further down my stomach to my thigh, to my calve, to my foot. I think about my toes…toes that didn’t know they were erogenous zones until a hot August afternoon two summers ago, when Charles first sucked them into his hot, wet mouth.
I think about the erotic pleasure I share with Charles, then wonder about expanding it to include another, Nick, and am deeply curious about the combined sensations. The thought of both of them seeking to pleasure me is breath-taking. I think about the long, lingering moments I want to spend with both of them simultaneously kissing and nuzzling my neck, caressing my breasts, sucking my hard nipples until I’m breathless with desire, until I’m crazy with need, perhaps even until I climax…
I think about hands, fingers, mouths…and cocks. I wonder how it will feel to have Nick in my mouth, my throat actually, and Charles in my pussy–ultimately in my ass. Another current of sensation races through my warm, wet body. I know the sensations will be intense, but I really can’t comprehend the feelings I long for. If my ability to climax with Charles is any indication, multiplying that with a second, sexy man intent on driving me repeatedly to orgasm, will be stunningly erotic.
I ache to find out just how erotic—becoming anxious to be with them. Knowing their lust-filled gaze will make me high; knowing my body will respond to their attention, I realize my body is responding already…my nipples hardening of their own accord into little pebbles. I skim a finger down to discover my body releasing its own moisture to mingle with the steaming water. I know if I’d allow myself, I could climax now with little effort, but I opt to just linger in the relaxing embrace of the water, continuing to think about the opportunity to fulfill my deepest fantasy.
I think about my new friend, Nick, with his appealing confidence and directness. I wonder what it will be like to learn a new body. Ultimately though, my curiosity centers around what it will be like to have him share my body with Charles. We haven’t yet shared intimate photos so a sense of mystery teases me. I wonder how he will feel when I take his cock into my mouth–my throat. What will he feel when my warm, wet mouth sinks down on his hard length? I hope a jolt of electric passion. The wanton in me takes unabashed pleasure in sucking a hard cock deep into my throat. I don’t intend for him to climax in my mouth, but I think perhaps on my breasts. The primal eroticism of that thought sends yet another tingle racing through my body. Although it’s hard to tell from our brief interactions, I think beneath his playful demeanor is something very primal, very raw–a gentleman on the outside but very much a sexual animal beneath the façade.
My thoughts turn to Charles, and all the erotic exploration that has led us to this point. We’ve tried almost everything that seemed to interest one or both of us. I marvel at his willingness to create this special experience for me—sharing me with another man. We’d planned this once before, but I think now neither of us was fully ready and both the timing and our choice of partner for this evening are better. The deep eroticism and playful sexuality we share will be intensified, magnified, and shared—by Nick’s presence. I ache to feel Charles inside me, in my pussy, but even more to feel him deeply in my ass when I have Nick in my mouth. Just the thought is electric in its erotic power—sending a sizzle down my spine…
And so the table was set…and the adventure about to begin.
Catherine met Charles in his suite a few days later, both of them ripe with anticipation for their planned meeting with Nick later that night, but also simply thrilled to be together. Flinging themselves at one another, they kissed passionately, eager to erase the weeks they had been apart. Soon, clothes were flying, and it was only moments before the lovers flopped onto the king size bed for a frenzied coupling, and the start of a new adventure.
“I can’t believe this is really going to happen,” Catherine whispered as they cuddled in the large bed. “All these years I have imagined what it might be like, and now I’m going to find out. It will be stunning, I know.”
“We still have some things to discuss before tonight, Catherine,” Charles began. “I will be there as a participant for your pleasure and mine, but I will also be there for your protection, both physical and mental. I need to know how far you want this to go. You may not know now, but at the very least we have to establish some clear signals for tonight.”
“You’re afraid I might not be too articulate later?” she asked with a smile, recognizing what they both knew: she would be consumed with passion, not thinking about anything other than the pleasure of the moment.
“Exactly, and I don’t want you to regret anything later, either for going too far or not far enough. What do you want to happen?”
“Honestly, Charles, my fantasy has been you, and another, kissing me and playing with my breasts. I haven’t gotten much past that, but I’m sure I’ll want to go farther, as I said in the weekend email.”
“Are you thinking of double penetration?” he asked gently, addressing the ‘elephant in the room”.
“I’m not sure how I feel about that right now. I don’t want to rule it out, but it isn’t my primary focus,” she replied thoughtfully.
“OK. Let’s get dressed for dinner, and we can work out the details then. We need to get plenty of carbs in you,” he laughed, “I think it’s going to be a very long night. And don’t forget the button toy,” He said with a wicked grin.
They were seated in a banquette just inside the hotel restaurant, facing the entrance. The waitress was young and attractive. The mood was light. After drinks were ordered, the earlier conversation continued.
Catherine and Charles talked about the logistics of the evening, deciding that if Nick was invited upstairs, they would begin in the sitting room of the suite. Catherine would greet Nick at the door, kiss him hello, and lead him to the couch where he and Charles could begin their play with Catherine. If Catherine wanted to continue, she would invite ‘her boys’ into the bedroom. If ‘DP’ was on her mind, it would again be signaled by a room change – back to the couch in the sitting room. With that settled, it was time for fun.
When the waitress reappeared to discuss the dinner order, Charles nudged the remote control in his pocket, activating Catherine’s clitoral vibrator, the button toy. Though it was only on the lightest of the four settings, the jolt for Catherine was obvious, at least to Charles. She handled the moment with grace, however, and the ‘specials’ of the evening were discussed without further intrigue.
The priceless look she gave Charles spoke volumes, a recognition that the surprising, quick stimulation excited her. And it progressed over dinner, with more intense and longer vibration each time the waitress reappeared. Catherine, already anticipating the evening’s delights, was excited without the vibe. With it, she was completely ready. She confided to Charles that she was already wet with anticipation.
This was not a night to linger over coffee. Catherine was eager to press ahead, so they retreated to the suite to prepare for meeting their companion for the evening.
“I want you to wear this when we return to the room,” Charles said as he surprised Catherine with a short, black satin nightgown. Surprised and delighted, she held it up while standing in the mirror, recognizing that it was demure enough to wear when greeting Nick at the door, but showed off her breasts and legs nicely. It was clear, also, that the spaghetti straps would be easily dispatched.
“Charles, I love this,” she exclaimed, planting a very sexy kiss on his eager lips while pulling his head to her with her satin-clad hand. “Thank you, for all of it.”
“You’re welcome. I hope this turns out to be everything that you’ve imagined. Now, wait here until I text you, the signal that he is as expected. It should only be a few minutes.”
With that, Charles headed to the hotel’s lounge, where he quickly recognized the tall, athletic-looking man from his picture, sitting on a couch in a well-lighted corner. After shaking hands Charles took the chair to the side of the couch, ordering drinks for three when the waitress appeared, and asking for the check at the same time. Indicating that Catherine would be down in a few minutes, he texted Catherine, “Eat a vitamin. You’re going to need it. Please join us.” When Catherine received the much anticipated text, she raced downstairs to the two men—her lovers for the night.
Nick and Charles rose when Catherine approached, her eyes sparkling with delight as she appraised the man she had only known through a few emails and phone conversations. Clearly she was taken, and surprisingly flustered. Charles retreated to his chair. For a moment it looked as if Catherine was going to take the opposite chair, a clear sign that she was off balance. But Charles guided her to the couch next to Nick and adjacent to him. The three settled in for a few minutes of conversation over the drinks that had just arrived.
The glasses were only half-empty when, impatient to continue, Catherine turned to Nick and offered him the room key, “Would you care to join us upstairs?” Nick beamed a smile, and started to reply, but was gently cut off by Catherine. “Please give me ten minutes. Room 403,” and took Charles by the hand to the elevator without even looking back.
Hardly waiting until the doors closed, she leaned into Charles, kissing him hard, and pressing her over-stimulated body firmly against his, “Thank you, Lover. This is going to be perfect,” she exclaimed. They stayed intertwined until the doors opened and they made their way to the suite.
Once there Catherine quickly exchanged her dress for the nightgown and heels. After she applied new lipstick, a particularly deep red color that highlighted her auburn hair, she emerged from the bathroom. “You are stunning,” said Charles softly. “This is going to be very special. Did you see the way Nick looked at you?” She had been too excited to notice but longed for the moment when she would see naked lust in the eyes of not just one, but two attractive men.
When she nodded, Charles continued, “Remember the signals we talked about? If you are ever uncomfortable, just say the word and we stop. This is all about you – your fantasy and your pleasure.”
With that he led her to the couch. There he proceeded to smear her fresh lipstick with a firm, wet kiss, while at the same time using his right hand to gently squeeze her breast, his fingers playing over her hardening nipple. Enjoying the rapid escalation of her passion, he slipped a finger to her wet pussy and brought it to her mouth, spreading her own juice across her lips “See how wet you are already? Taste this. Nick will get a taste too, as soon as you kiss him.” Catherine moaned, her eyes glazing over with desire and her lips around his finger. Thrilled with the image Charles painted, she was eager for this adventure to begin.
Nick’s knock on the door startled them, but with a wink and a gentle push Charles sent Catherine to the door.
Catherine opened the door for Nick, concealing herself behind it, suddenly self-conscious about her revealing outfit. He stood in the entrance, then took a step inside, past the door, which she closed behind him. For a moment they faced each other awkwardly; Nick taking in the beauty of the petite woman before him, Catherine unsure about how to proceed. She started to return to the couch, to Charles, but stopped when he said, “I think Nick expects a kiss, Catherine.”
She smiled with the invitation from her lover, returning to Nick, tilting her head back to look up at the tall, handsome man. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, before completely disarming her with a broad smile and the observation that he thought he might have been set up. The key didn’t work, and he had a fleeting thought that it was all an elaborate ruse, including a fake room number. “So, I was particularly happy that you finally answered the door,” he quietly said. The good laugh by all eliminated any tension, freeing the men to focus on Catherine.
As soon as Catherine and Nick sat on the couch, Charles pulled her to himself, kissing her hard before letting his lips drift down her neck, finding the special spot where it joined her shoulder. Catherine took the cue to search out Nick’s lips again, moaning into his open mouth as Charles cupped her breast. Charles continued his exploration, sliding the strap from her shoulder, letting the satin slide from her right breast. Soon his lips found the hard nipple. At the same time Nick followed suit, using his teeth to pull the remaining strap from her shoulder before latching onto her left nipple with another warm mouth.
“This is so incredible,” Catherine exclaimed as she lay back against the couch, her head thrown back, two hot mouths sucking her nipples. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Charles followed her request, but added to the sensation by sliding his right hand downward, seeking her heat. Sliding his fingers over her mons, he allowed them to dance lightly over her swollen lips, wet from hours of anticipation and the stimulation of her sensitive breasts. He avoided her clitoris as he rubbed her lips with two fingers, a wishbone surrounding her throbbing shaft, completing the tease by squeezing her lips together, compressing the clit between them while sliding fingers and thumb up and down.
Both men continued to suck and nibble on Catherine’s erect, needy nipples. Arching her back, she slid a hand around each head, pulling the hungry mouths tighter against her breasts. Charles by now had inserted two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Quickly locating her g-spot, he made small circles with his fingertips on the ridged flesh. As the g-spot became firmer with her arousal, Charles dragged his teeth against her nipple, feeding her need for more intense sensation. Catherine moaned her approval, running her fingers through his hair. Sensing it was time to turn up the heat further, Charles began twisting his fingers within her pussy, allowing thick knuckles to massage her g-spot, again and again, as he rotated them. When her hips began moving, he added a slow thrusting to the twisting motion, and bit down more forcefully on her nipple. “Oh yes…yess…yesss,” she cried, releasing for the first time that evening, pulling her two playmates against her as she rode out her orgasm.
The most vivid part of her fantasy fulfilled, Catherine floated in her ecstasy, wanting more of the two men. Charles eased his fingers from her tight but now sloppy pussy, moving up further on the couch. With his lips close to her ear, he whispered to her, “Tell Nick how you taste, Lover,” while offering his wet fingers to Catherine’s eager mouth.
Her soft moan seemed an invitation to Nick, who slid off the couch to kneel on the floor before Catherine. Wasting no time, he put one of her legs over each of his shoulders and dove right in. His tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet juices, feverishly covering her vulva with a series of licks. His approach was much more aggressive than the gentler oral sex that had become her pattern with Charles, and she responded eagerly to the change of pace.
Meanwhile, Charles kept busy with the mental part of the sensual ‘assault’. Catherine had a deeper, more profound orgasmic experience when her brain was fully engaged. Knowing that words were the pathway to that full release, Charles spoke to her. “This is what you imagined, Lover, the complete attention of two lusty men, intent upon pleasuring you.” Catherine could only whimper weakly in response. But her back arched again, offering her right breast to his large, soft hand as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, the lovers staying connected while her new playmate was busy below.
And busy he was. Catherine’s hips had started moving as her pleasure deepened. Nick inserted his large index finger into her pussy, which tightened around the welcome intruder. For the first time he experienced the strength of her pelvic muscles, and immediately understood the treat he might find later. For now, though, he concentrated on the writhing, needy pussy in his face. Nick licked and sucked noisily, while at the same time aggressively fucking Catherine with his finger. She was close to cumming, horizontal by now, her legs stiffening over Nick’s shoulders with her head cradled in Charles’s lap. His left hand held her up to his mouth and his pistoning right hand. “Please…Please,” moaned Catherine all thinking now past, focused only on reaching her peak
“Cum for us, Catherine. Cum now!” whispered Charles as he twisted her nipples, giving her both the permission and extra push that she needed to get over the top.
“Oh…oh…oh my god,” she exclaimed as her hips continued their rotation, her legs squeezing Nick’s head as he sucked her clit and, now more slowly, massaged her pussy. Soon she was finished, slumping back into Charles’s arms while Nick untangled himself from her clinging legs. Joining the others on the couch, to Catherine’s left, he gently kissed her, allowing her again to taste the results of her pleasure.
There were smiles all around as the three playmates recognized the early success of this adventure. Those changed to wide grins as Catherine said with a wink, “Boys, I’m going to freshen up. I’ll see you in the bedroom.”
Catherine was ecstatic. Eighteen months after meeting Charles, following countless phone calls, a dozen *visits* and hundreds of hours of chat, her long-held fantasy of playing with, being pleasured by, two energetic men was being realized. She had confessed her mfm fantasy to Charles during the eight hours of their first visit. Now it had become so very real, and was everything she had hoped.
Yet she was still unsure how far it might go… how far she would let it go. Catherine had imagined, graphically and often, the consuming attention of two men focused only on her. She had brought herself to orgasm frequently with that vision of two hungry mouths, hot and wet, driving her wild by sucking and nibbling on her erect, sensitive nipples. That much had been happily and fully achieved.
Yet she had also let her imagination glimpse other possibilities, the steps beyond kissing, petting and stroking. Catherine had seen, actually studied, some online videos of threesomes. Charles had teased her during one of their previous visits by showing her an instructional MFM video. All of this flowed through her mind as she prepared herself for the next step, and confidently walked from the powder room to the bedroom. She wanted to literally be between the two men—with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The thought made her tingle with anticipation and desire.
There she found Nick on the bed, his back against the headboard. Charles was standing at the foot of the bed, chatting with this evening’s partner, when he turned to view Catherine’s arrival. She looked stunning with brushed hair, newly-applied red lipstick, and the warm glow that follows a terrific orgasm.
Charles stopped her with a kiss, at once tender and passionate. “Let’s lose the nightgown, Lover,” he intoned as he pulled the black satin nightgown over her head. Nick had removed his trousers before taking his position on the bed, a fact quickly clear to Catherine. In the low light of the single corner lamp, she crawled toward her new friend, a feline on the prowl, ready to devour her prey. Reaching him she placed a hand on each of his thighs, straining to reach his inviting lips.
The grin Nick was wearing as Catherine entered the room soon became a serious look of anticipation. His bright blue eyes darkened when she approached. His long arms wrapped around her as she sought the heat of his mouth. Her passion ignited the kiss. Lips mashed against each other. Her tongue snaked easily through his open teeth, searching his depths, communicating her gratitude for Nick’s earlier attention and her desire to take this party to the next level.
His reaction was immediately evident to Catherine, his hard cock pressing into her soft stomach. Yet she took her time tasting this new playmate, rekindling the flames that burned so brightly on the couch. The heat rose even further when she lifted her hand to his left nipple, squeezing gently at first, then more forcefully as she felt his welcoming response. But Catherine could no longer ignore the hard cock beneath her, sliding her hand down his smooth chest, past his tight abs, and under the elastic at the top of his briefs.
For the first time she felt Nick’s cock directly, its skin a soft covering of the rigid hardness. The velvety head was moist with precum, which she smeared all over its top. Though the kissing was so essential to her arousal, Catherine could no longer wait to taste him. Trailing kisses down his broad chest, stealing a sharp bite of his left nipple on the way by, she scooted back on the bed. With both hands tugging at his briefs, and his eager help lifting himself from the sheets, Nick was soon naked before her.
Catherine wasn’t sure how she came to her great love of giving oral sex. But there was no doubt that it was thrilling for her. She felt powerful, in control. The fact that she could deliver such pleasure in itself was intoxicating. Yet it was more. She loved the presence of a cock in her mouth. Even a finger there was exciting for her. A hard cock, though, seeping with a slippery taste of ‘him’, sliding against her hungry tongue, pressing against her inner cheek, and filling her throat – Well, that was something else again.
She knew the pleasure she received from abandoning herself to the effort. Taking more and more of a cock inside, coming ever closer to ‘his’ soft curls, embracing the musky scent, even gagging as she took it fully, was a process Catherine craved. She had learned that her passion and talents were rare, which made her all the more eager to share them in special moments. Nick was about to learn just how wonderful a hot, enthusiastic, focused blowjob could be.
Now ‘eye-to-eye’ with Nick’s hard cock, Catherine had a decision to make. Should she go for the ‘kill’, or stretch out the experience? Her preference always was for the latter, so despite Nick’s eager, aggressive assault upon her senses earlier, Catherine knew that she needed to savor this moment.
Pointing his cock to the ceiling, she licked its base before dropping her moist tongue to his heavy, nicely-trimmed sac. Catherine wasted no time in taking one of Nick’s balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around, sucking gently, and then applying the same treatment to the other. Nick moaned his approval, completely enjoying the feel of this new experience. Charles simply took it all in, comfortable with this next stage in the fulfillment of Catherine’s dream.
She had learned that busy hands multiplied the sensations of a blowjob, but that slickness was key. So she began using her tongue to coat his cock with saliva. Catherine held Nick’s balls with her left hand, softly squeezing, while her right was assisting her tongue with his hard shaft. Up and down, around and around, her tongue and hand spread the slick moisture over Nick’s tense skin.
Soon it was time for a taste. With her fist gliding in a spiraling motion up and down his shaft, Catherine took the mushroom head between her hungry lips. Her tongue scooped up Nick’s precum, savoring the salty taste, before inching down his cock. Again and again her mouth moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his thick manhood, all the while her twisting hand alternately met her lips before returning to the cock’s base.
“That’s incredible, Catherine”, panted Nick, lifting his hips to encourage deeper penetration while absorbing her head’s motion with his hands in her soft hair.
Charles had waited long enough. The scene before him was fascinating, but he now needed to get involved. He had wondered how he would react when the moment arrived. Would he be jealous? Aroused? Nervous? Aroused won out as he watched his passionate lover pleasure another man, and he moved to join the couple on the bed, kneeling behind Catherine’s upturned, inviting bottom before sliding into her dripping pussy. Her now energetic attention to Nick required Charles to grasp her hips for control as he watched her head bobbing in front of her new playmate.
“How decadent, how wholly sexual is it to be taken by two men at once,” Catherine thought to herself. There’s no other reason for such an act except to embrace pure, raw lust. Catherine caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirrored closet doors. Nick’s cock was buried in her throat—his hands fisting in her hair—pressing her down on his raging hard-on. Kneeling, her pussy was dripping her excitement as Charles thrust his cock deeply into her from behind. She caught glimpses of herself—between the two men. As she would raise up off Nick’s cock and Charles would retreat, she had milliseconds to take in her appearance—mussed hair, smeared lips, wild eyes—a woman completely abandoning herself to the men’s need to push her to new heights of pleasure.
Each thrust by Charles pushed her forward and down on to Nick’s cock. The result was a rather energetic and forceful deepthroated blow job. She had to gasp for air as his hard heat offered the delicious kind of abuse her throat craved. Soft gagging was audible as Nick’s cock thrust deeply enough to trigger her gag-reflex. Charles knew from experience that this was the moment to slam into her with as much force as he thought she could take. He knew there was something compelling for Catherine—something primal triggered by a hard cock gently gagging her—making her gasp for air—making saliva and pre-cum ooze past her lips—making her deliciously messy. He was only too happy to oblige, holding her hips as he thrust his throbbing cock deep and fast into his lover while she kneeled over Nick.
It was too much for Charles. Catherine’s earlier explosive orgasms played through his mind as he watched and felt the scene before Nick. The exquisite torture she was now meting out, deepthroating him as she stretched out the sensations with her twisting and tugging hands, was overwhelming. The vision of her fevered motion, with Charles behind, thrusting the three of them together, added to his ecstasy. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming,” Nick cried, holding Catherine’s head still around his spurting cock.
Nick’s orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy spunk blasting against her throat, spilling from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. Catherine was fulfilled in Nick’s pleasure. That her warm and willing mouth could take him to those heights thrilled her. Coupling that with the wickedness of the whole scene was immeasurably satisfying.
None if this was lost on Charles. His thrusts had become more energetic as he watched the scene before him. For more leverage and height he lifted his left leg, and placed that foot on the rumpled sheet. Now able to see Catherine’s vigorous bobbing on Nick, moving fluidly with her as he stroked in and out, their timing controlled by the interaction, he was on the verge of climax. When Catherine succumbed, Charles had no choice. Her clenching pussy, arched back, and long moan of ecstasy were more than he could take. His spasms seemed to go on forever as he continued his stroking, slowing as he emptied himself into her, but wishing it would never end.
They collapsed in a heap – Catherine against Nick, Charles over Catherine, all trying to catch their breaths. Catherine was completely satisfied, not just with her shattering orgasm, but with the powerful knowledge of successfully making love to two strong men. She had experienced her fantasy of giving herself freely to them, and in turn reveled in the thrilling moment of their ultimate release.
In that moment she had learned that it was not enough to feel those two hot mouths on her needy nipples. It was not enough to be brought to searing heights by two skillful and passionate men. She wanted, needed, to be the instrument of their satisfaction as well. To be in the center, enjoying both and simultaneously pleasuring both, went beyond her imagination. Catherine was in new territory now, and loved every minute of it.
Catherine recovered enough to drag herself from the bed, leaning into Charles as she passed and kissing him softly on the cheek. She wasn’t sure how he would react to any leftover ‘taste’ of Nick, and had no interest in raising a question. These two very straight men were playing well together, never losing sight of their focus on her. She didn’t want to risk any change in that focus, she thought as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
“You are a very lucky man,” Nick said when the two were alone.
“I knew Catherine would be energized,” Charles replied. “But she is in a very special place tonight. Fun, isn’t it?”
“I was hoping from our early conversations she would be passionate. It’s beyond that. She seems hungry for pleasure. Is it always this way?” Nick asked.
Catherine interrupted the conversation with her return. Her eyes wide, she looked up at Charles. “Thank you, Lover. This is so much better than my fantasy.” She kissed him hard on the lips, molding her tight body into his, feeling his soft hair as she pulled him completely into her wet kiss.
Nick slipped away to give them a moment. “It’s always different,” he thought, remembering the various times he had been with a couple. “This is the best way, though. When a committed couple seeks a third for frolic, it seems to strengthen their connection instead of weakening it.” The fleeting thought made him happy.
Nick became even happier when he came back, and Charles left to take his turn in the facilities. Sitting on the end of the bed, Catherine beckoned to Nick, who sat beside her. He wrapped his long arms around her, and they shared a kiss, more warm than passionate, yet nonetheless satisfying. They both enjoyed the brief moment just to themselves, and found themselves stretching out along the foot of the bed.
They were still there when Charles returned, though by then the kissing had become more intense. Nick had discovered Catherine’s slight submissive streak as he lay atop her and gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully-extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that he had flipped a secret switch.
A moment of doubt caused Charles to pause, uncertain if he should interrupt with his presence. But Catherine beckoned him with her eyes as he moved toward the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. In a blink she was kneeling before him, reaching for his lengthening cock. “I’ve wanted this all night, Charles. Sit back and enjoy.”
It was a source of pride to Catherine that she had learned to take Charles fully in her throat. With regular ‘practice’ she could start with his stiff cock and almost immediately engulf his full length. But there was something special about taking it from the beginning, especially when he had previously come and she could draw out his pleasure almost to the point of exquisite torture.
Catherine loved the velvety feel of his cock’s plump head against her tongue, which turned a slow circle around its ridge. As it grew in girth the crown became more pronounced, with a prominent ridge protecting the sensitive flesh below. It thrilled her to drag the soft flat of her wet tongue over this skin, massaging the head before finding his tiny hole with her pointed tip. She couldn’t imagine being any more aroused but taking Charles in her mouth, in the presence of another man, made her pussy tingle and gush with fresh juice.
Charles adjusted the pillows behind his back, lifting his hips toward her eager mouth. “That feels so good, Catherine,” he breathed. But he knew it would get better. He relished the feeling of her soft lips caressing his hard cock. The motion of her hands, in complete synchrony with her sensual sucking, always sent him to a special place. But when she looked up, looked deeply and longingly into his blue eyes, with a long string of saliva mixed with his precum stretching from her mouth to his cock head, he always succumbed. At that point he fell into a place where senses merged with imagination and he was lost to feelings.
By this time Nick needed to join in. Catherine was on her knees, her swaying ass high, taking some of her weight on a straightened left arm while her soft mouth and twisting right hand brought so much pleasure to Charles. So focused was she on her sloppy task that she barely felt the weight shift as Nick knelt behind her. But she soon acknowledged his welcome presence as he pressed his condom-covered cock against her swollen, wet lips.
The challenge, thought Catherine, was going to be maintaining enough focus to fully pleasure Charles while another man was fucking her. It would be a fun challenge she was only too willing to accept.
Turning back to her left she licked her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Nick, encouraging him to move forward with her hungry eyes. When he entered her slick pussy, Catherine resumed her attention to Charles, but not before pausing to look at the three of them in the mirrored doors. She caught her breath in that moment, recognizing that this scene also would be etched in her memory, forever a glimpse of the night her fantasy had been realized.
Nick was stroking slowly, alternately driving Catherine onto the cock before her and then pulling her off. Her twisting hand continued to follow the path of her wet mouth, lubed by the copious amount of saliva she dripped on the taut skin. Soon there was a rhythm between Nick and Catherine, with Charles simply embracing the incredible sensations and seductive vision before him.
As the pace picked up so did the sounds of satisfaction. Catherine moaned her approval of Nick’s energetic thrusting. Nick grunted with the effort of pulling her hips against him, before sliding her away. The slapping sounds of his thighs against her bottom, his swinging balls against her mons, filled the room. Charles kept repeating, “Just like that…just like that,” to Catherine, though no one was listening.
Nick thrust harder and deeper. Catherine had been squeezing him tightly upon each withdrawal, her well-toned muscles gripping him in a way that was new to him. The slippery heat and milking motion soon was too much. He simply leaned into Catherine, fully embedded, as the spasms coursed through him. Jet after jet of his cum filled the condom. Catherine felt him expand in her pussy and squeezed hard, more for her benefit than his at that point. She, too, erupted in a glorious orgasm that didn’t want to end. All of this was too much for Charles, who burst into a series of spurts, all of which Catherine captured hungrily in her talented and greedy mouth. She collapsed onto her elbows, but not before looking up at Charles, and swallowing visibly, her tongue cleaning her lips before she swallowed the rest.
And just as quickly it was over. Nick carefully removed himself from Catherine and retreated to the bathroom. Catherine slithered up to kiss the dazed Charles, thanking him with her warmth for the fantastic experience. “That was beyond belief, Lover. You’ll never know how grateful I am for this. I’m exhausted now, though, and we need to say goodbye to Nick.” Charles gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly. “We’ll have a lot of time to talk about this experience, Catherine. It has been special for me as well.”
When they emerged from the bedroom in robes, they found Nick already dressed. The men shook hands, comfortable in the roles they had played in this special night. Catherine kissed Nick sweetly, offering promises to keep in touch as she led him to the door and said goodbye. Although the physical aspects of her fantasy had been fulfilled, Catherine sighed with the knowledge she would be processing this experience for months to come.
Awed by the evening’s events, she sighed with the satisfaction of a thoroughly fucked woman. Tired, happy, with the wanton temporarily sated, she reveled in the decadence of her first threesome. Sighing contentedly, Catherine let sleep claim her, curled up securely in Charles’s arms.