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Two Men in the Boat

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My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn’t have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite.

I was lonely, and I was often very horny. My loneliness led me to fantasies and my fantasies led me to taking things into my own hands on a regular basis.

My next door neighbors were two recently divorced men who had moved in together to save money while their finances recovered from their respective divorces. Tom, the blonde CPA, was often the object of my fantasies. He was about five years younger than me; probably 35 or so. He had a sailboat and had the ruddy complexion of a man who spent a lot of time in the wind and sun. His roommate, Benson, was probably 40, in business for himself with a strong, quiet demeanor that kept people at a distance. That might have been why he was living in a divorce house with Tom. I suspected that his introverted and self-protective nature may have always left his wife feeling like an outsider. But I must say that he was an intriguing man, and nice looking with a good build, and I sometimes found my mind drifting to him as well while my fingers worked their magic.

As time went by, I became better and better friends with Tom and Ben. There were lots of weekend afternoons that we spent together, especially the weekends when their kids were visiting. I must admit that I found the attention from two good looking, virile men to be quite addicting when my husband was away and I was feeling lonely and abandoned. Tom would BBQ, and I’d make a salad. Ben’s specialty was garlic bread, and we often made fun of him for his meager talents; but the kids would play, and we would drink wine, and these two good men would make me feel like I belonged somewhere in the world.

Sometimes when the evening had worn on, and the kids were in the back room playing video games, and the wine had been flowing freely since 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I would share and tell them how much I felt abandoned by my travelling husband. They were two good souls, and they listened to me and encouraged me to be strong and be the best person I could be with the circumstance I was in. They were truly good friends, and I came to love them dearly.

On one such evening, I was complaining that my husband was coming home for about 4 days, and then would be leaving again for almost two weeks. I told them how I felt I had no control in my relationship, and that my life revolved around the whim of his work schedule. In short, I told them, I was nearing the limit of my understanding and compliance. Money was money, but I needed something more. I needed a man in my life. A real man who was there in flesh and blood.

As we sat and drank our wine we could hear the kids in the back room, screeching each time a zombie was killed or a car wrecked. Suddenly, Tom stood up and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea!”

I was definitely a little tipsy, and I immediately responded, “OK, I’m in!” Ben stated that he needed to hear the idea first.

“Well,” said Tom. “Next weekend is supposed to be fantastic weather for so early in the year. Neither Ben nor I have our kids; I say we take my boat up to Lake Shandon and spend the weekend. We can sail, swim, lay in the sun, and then BBQ and drink more of this very fine wine in the evenings. We could even beach the boat and have a bonfire on the sand!”

“Will your boat sleep you two, plus me and the kids?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a pretty good idea.

“No!” said Tom. “No kids. Adults only. You spend all your time and effort taking care of your kids while your husband gallivants around the country selling medical imaging or whatever he sells. This is your time. Get someone to take care of your kids, and we’ll just be three free souls out for a weekend of fun!”

I honestly did not see anything inappropriate in his suggestion; we were, after all, three great neighborhood friends, and the idea of a weekend at the lake without the kids really did appeal to me.

“Well,” I said. “My sister and brother in law live only a couple of hours away and they could probably take Jason and Char for the weekend.”

“Settled!” said Tom. “It’s the Barton Street Boating Weekend……next weekend!” With that he raised his wine glass and looked expectantly at the both of us. Ben raised his glass and I raised mine, and we both said, almost in unison, “I’m in!”

That night in bed I masturbated furiously, having wild fantasies about having sex with Tom on his boat. I got so excited I actually left a wet spot on the bed and had to move over to my husband’s side. I left it at that, just a fantasy, and fell into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

My husband came home the next evening and for some reason for the entire four days he was home I didn’t tell him about my plans for the following weekend. I quietly made arrangements with my sister, Maddie, to come pick up Jason and Char and take them out to their house in the country on Friday when they got out of school. I asked her to keep it quiet, although I didn’t tell her why. Tom and Ben and I conspired in private all week on food, wine, games, and other travel plans for our big weekend at the lake. I had no reason to think it was anything more than good friends spending time together, but somewhere, deep in the woman inside me, I knew I was hoping for more.

With our plans all set, I sent the kids off to school Friday morning, took my husband to the airport, dutifully kissed him goodbye, then drove home with great anticipation. With the kids taken care of, and my husband gone, I felt free and released of all my responsibilities. I actually got turned on driving home from the airport, and even felt the urge to touch myself. I didn’t, of course, but I enjoyed just feeling the urge. I felt free.

When I got home, Tom had the boat hooked up to his truck and pulled in front of their house. I raced in, grabbed the bag that I had surreptitiously packed while my husband was still at home, checked to make sure all the doors were locked, and almost ran next door to meet my friends.

The drive up to the lake took about 45 minutes, and I sat on the bench seat between Tom and Ben. I was wearing my swimsuit with just a cover, and was very aware that my bare legs were very exposed to both these hunky men. Every time Tom shifted gears his hand would brush against my left leg and each time it turned me on just a little bit more. The conversation was lively and fun, and we were three good friends headed out for a great weekend.

We got to the lake and launched the boat with Tom’s expert guidance. We loaded our supplies while Tom raised the mast, then motored out from the dock. As soon as we were clear of the buoys, Tom stopped the motor and stripped down to his board shorts. Following suit, Ben did the same, and with the warm sun on me, I took off my cover, leaving only my skimpy bikini covering my vital parts. Again with Tom’s guidance, we raised the sails and were off in the wind.

It was really lovely sailing around the large lake. Tom moved around the boat, adjusting sails and stowing gear. He looked great with his blonde chest hair, strong physique, penetrating blue eyes, and really cute smile. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of a rather large bulge in his trunks each time he shimmied past me with his crotch next to my face. I actually felt the urge at one point to reach out and touch it, but being the good girl I’ve always been, resisted the wonton impulse.

Benson, meanwhile, seemed to be catering to my every whim. Sunscreen? “Sure, Ben.” and there he was with the sunscreen, even being nice enough to apply it to my back. He brought out snacks, the snap peas and blue cheese dressing I had bought on an outing to Trader Joe’s. And finally, after we had sailed for a couple of hours, he went below and came back with a bottle of Chardonnay and three plastic wine glasses. “Let the fun begin,” he said. I thought it already had. I was in heaven.

When that bottle of wine was gone, and half of another, and the sails were down and we lay still in the middle of a back arm of the lake sunning ourselves, we decided it was time to find shelter for the evening and hunker down. Tom motored us to a quiet cove, and just offshore, he let out the main anchor in the front of the boat as Ben let out a smaller one at the rear. When they were both sure the boat was secure, Tom walked over to me and sat down next to me.

“I’m so glad we could all come out together this weekend,” he said, and gave me a big hug. It felt so good to be held by him and I hugged him back, maybe just for an instant too long.

Sensing that I had held the embrace longer than he intended, I quickly pushed him away and called out, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” and dove over the side of the boat. Both Tom and Ben followed immediately and we had fun splashing and playing in the water. Tom did swim up to me at one point and grab me playfully. His arms and skin felt good in the cool water, and I knew that I had crossed a dangerous line. I was more focused on how good Tom felt than I was the guilt of being there with them without my husband.

The evening was warm and Tom BBQ’ed off the back of the boat. We swam occasionally, prepared food, drank wine sparingly, talked, and felt the day’s fading sun on our skin. It was truly an afternoon to remember. After a great dinner on the boat, Tom went below and brought me a blanket. I was still wearing nothing but my bikini, and the evening was beginning to chill.

Ben went below and came back with a bottle of red wine and three real glass wine glasses. “Ok,” he said. “I’ve been saving this bottle of wine for a special occasion since before I got divorced. It’s a Chateau Laffite Rothschild, 1987. Arguably one of the best wines in the world. My wife didn’t know I owned it, therefore I still have it. Tonight we drink and be merry!”

He opened the bottle and poured us each a portion. “To the three of us,” he said, and put his glass forward to be touched by ours before we drank. I truly felt this was a special moment and clinked my glass lightly against his. I turned to Tom to clink his glass as well and our eyes met, and I felt as though he was looking into my soul in the waning light of the day.

“To the three of us,” he said, and lightly touched his glass to mine, then to Ben’s.

I looked away and took a sip. I don’t know much about wine, but this was very smooth and very, very tasty. “Mm mm,” I said and wrapped the blanket more tightly around me. “Very good, Benson. Very fine.”

I was sitting in the bow of the boat with Tom and Ben on either side of me and I took another sip, put down my glass, and leaned towards Tom. Snuggling up to him just a bit, I sighed and thought about how absolutely wonderful it felt to be with these two good men tonight. Tom put his arm around me, and Ben moved closer, leaning lightly against me. Mmmmm. It just felt wonderful.

We sat in silence as the darkness fell, sipping our wine and just feeling comfortable in each other’s presence. The boat rocked us gently as I felt myself melting into Tom. Ben cuddled me from the other side, leaning in close. I was really in bliss, wrapped warm and comfy in my blanket with men I felt close to snuggling with me on either side.

I felt Tom move slightly, and felt the blanket shift against my legs. Moments later, I felt a hand gently lay itself on my bare thigh and begin rubbing lightly. It felt wonderful, and although I knew I was a married woman, I made no move to resist or stop it.

I leaned into Tom and sighed, which he must have taken as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stroked the top of my thigh down to my knee and back up again as he hugged me close. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s hand on me. He began kissing my neck and ear lightly as he rubbed my other leg, and let his hand linger near the top. I shifted slightly, parting my legs ever so much, wishing and anticipating that he would move his hand towards my moistening flower. I knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I snuggled into his gentle kisses.

I felt Ben move even closer and I reached my arm out and wrapped it around his shoulder, covering him with the blanket as well, pulling him closer as Tom’s hand began straying to the inside of my parted thighs. He began to rub the inside of my thigh, up and down so slowly, so tantalizingly. Each time he would come up just short of the top, deliciously close to my now wanting womanhood, wet with anticipation. Ben must have taken me sharing my blanket with him as a go sign, and I felt his warm breath as he began nuzzling and kissing my neck and ear on my other side. What an amazing feeling having a man on each side of me kissing and nuzzling my neck and cheeks.

I became very aware of the thin sheath of material my bikini afforded between Tom’s potential touch and my now soaking pussy. As he rubbed the inside of my thigh, I snuggled into him even more and tried to will his hand to touch me there. I wanted his touch. I needed his touch. I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips forward just a little; just enough to coax him to touch me there. He continued to rub the insides of my thighs slowly and purposefully. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.

Ben was kissing my neck and ear, and I felt his hand under the blanket on the bare skin of my tummy. He rubbed in light circles, then touched my breast on the outside of my bathing suit. I felt my nipple stiffen and I reached up and took his hand and pressed it to my breast. As Tom caressed my open thigh within inches of my wet and aching clit, I pulled my bikini top up and guided Ben’s hand to my erect nipple. He flicked it lightly then gave it a light pinch, pulling gently as he did. It felt heavenly.

Ben moved his lips towards mine and I eagerly sought them out. With my lips locked in a passionate kiss with Ben and his hand gently caressing my nipple, I felt Tom’s hand move up the inside of my thigh and begin to lightly caress my wet slit through the now soaked material of my bikini. He rubbed his hand up and down my sex, adding gentle pressure as Ben’s tongue sought mine in our passionate kiss. I moaned into Ben’s mouth.

I felt Tom’s fingers move from the gusset of my bikini bottom and he began rubbing his finger along the seam of the leg hole. I could feel that he was trying to work his finger under the side of bikini so he could feel my bare sex. I had shaved in the shower that morning and I knew that my little kitty was bare and thought for a moment how slick it must be with my juices flowing so freely.

Suddenly I felt Tom’s finger slide under the material and gasped into Ben’s mouth as it probed my sex, then penetrated me. I pushed back against his hand and for a moment he just held his finger deep inside me. The feeling was amazing, locked in a passionate kiss with Ben, having my nipples stroked and Tom’s finger buried deep inside me.

I broke my kiss with Ben and turned to Tom and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and I had a very mild orgasm as our mouths melted together in a torrid kiss. Not wanting to make Ben feel left out I reached over and put my hand in his lap and felt for his penis. I quickly found a very hard cock and gave it a squeeze as Tom began moving his finger up to my clit and making small circles around it. He teased me, avoiding the hard nub, but lightly rubbing every inch of my slick lips and skin around it. Still locked in my kiss with Tom, my tongue searching and finding his tongue, I stroked Ben’s hard cock. Ben’s hand left my breast, and I felt him open the blanket wrapped around us. In a moment, his head went down and I felt his warm tongue caress first my right nipple, then move to the left one and do the same.

Just then Tom’s fingertip brushed lightly across my clit. I moaned into his mouth. The gentle rocking of the boat accentuated the heaven I was in. Here I was with my two close friends and neighbors, one with his mouth on my breasts, the other with his hand on my sex. I continued rubbing Ben’s cock through his shorts, and with my other hand felt for Tom’s. When I found it, I was surprised by its size. Ben’s felt normal in my hand; about the same size as my husband’s, which was plenty for me. Tom, however, was much bigger around and I suspected longer as well. It was so hard it felt like stone through the material of his swim trunks.

I felt a momentary pang of guilt when I thought about the fact that I was comparing the size of the cocks in my hands to my husband’s. But it passed in a brief moment, and I knew that what was happening here was meant to be. It had been my secret fantasy. So secret that I hadn’t even admitted it to myself. I wanted Tom; he had been the object of my fantasies. But I wanted Ben as well. I wanted them at the same time.

At that moment, Tom broke our kiss. He pulled his face away from mine and looked in my eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, and I felt my heart melt.

“Yes,” I answered. “More than okay. It feels right.” Ben had sat up when he heard Tom speak. I looked over at him.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked Ben.

“Yeah,” he replied. “We both are. We wanted this to happen. We hoped it would happen.”

I pulled Ben to me and kissed him deeply. Then I turned and did the same to Tom. When our kiss broke, Tom moved onto his knees on the deck in front of me. He unwrapped the blanked from around me and put his hands on either side of my bikini bottoms. I lifted my fanny off the seat and with one motion he pulled them down and off. As he did so, Ben reached behind me and I leaned forward. He unclasped my top and pulled it away.

Ben leaned in and began kissing my neck as Tom leaned forward into the V formed by my legs. He gently spread them and I felt his warm breath on my pussy. I felt the first light touch of his tongue on my wet sex and pulled Ben up to kiss me. I reached for Ben’s hard cock again and when I did he untied and pulled open the Velcro fastener. I fished out his cock and felt the smooth warm skin in my cool hand. He was hard, ready to fuck me in an instant if I pulled him to me.

Tom began licking up and down my wet pussy, stopping to nibble and gently suck on my clit. I stroked Ben’s hard cock in time with Tom’s busy tongue as I continued to kiss him passionately. I felt one of Tom’s fingers slip just inside my hole. He held it there as he worked my clit with his talented tongue. Then he slid it in just a little further as he whisked the tip of his tongue over my swollen nub. I began pulling on Ben’s cock. I wanted it near me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. I was at a feverish pitch, Tom working his magic on my wet slit with his tongue, running his finger in and out of me, touching all the right places.

I pulled harder on Ben’s cock and he got the idea. He got up on his knees on the cushion next to me and offered me his cock. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my hungry mouth, and just as I wrapped my lips around it and began swirling my tongue around the head, Tom slipped another finger into me, then another. He began to fuck me with his fingers as he licked and sucked at my clit. The more excited I became the greedier I felt for Ben’s cock in my mouth. I worked him with my hand as I licked and sucked feverishly. Tom was getting me close, so close to cumming. I reached over with my free hand and squeezed Tom’s cock and when I did, holding two cocks in my hand at the same time, I came hard against Tom’s mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on in wave after wave and I sucked greedily on Ben’s hardness as each washed over me.

When I was finished, Tom leaned back and stood up. I gently pushed Ben away from me, and was sad just for a moment as his cock left my mouth.

I sat there looking at them, the blanket fallen away, and my naked body exposed to these two awesome men and friends. “Let’s see,” I said. “Which one of you is going to fuck me first?” I smiled. “Eenie meanie, miney moe,” I said, pointing at each alternately. “Catch a monkey by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eenie, meanie, miney, moe!” And as I said “Moe”, my finger was pointing at Tom. His boyish face under his shock of blonde hair broke into a big grin.

He stepped forward and I pulled the string on his board shorts and yanked them down. His long, hard cock popped out as they fell and almost hit me in the face. Oh my god! He was huge. I felt just a moment of fear at the thought of that monster penetrating me, but remembered that two 8-pound babies had fit out of that hole, and it should accommodate any cock just fine.

“What about birth control?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” I answered as I reached out and took hold of his monster. I pulled him to me and licked it up and down, marveling at the girth and the length. He was rock hard.

“Let me get you a little lubricated so I can fit this big boy in me,” I grinned.

“I don’t think you need any more lubrication,” he laughed, and leaned over me, grabbing the rails of the boat on either side of my head. He bent his legs and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I looked down and saw the big mushroom head of his cock poised and ready to penetrate me. I reached around behind him and pulled him into me. There was a brief moment of pain as my tunnel expanded to allow his girth to slide all the way up inside me. That brief moment gave way to intense pleasure as I felt him fill me like I had never been filled before. He slowly slid every inch up me and the intense pleasure caused me to gasp, then moan.

I felt Ben’s hand on my breast again as Tom slowly slid out and then back in again up to the hilt. It felt heavenly, Tom’s huge cock filling me, stroking the inside walls of my cunt while Ben pinched and pulled on my nipples. I turned my head to Ben and pulled him towards me, seeking his lips, his mouth as my passion built. Tom began fucking me in earnest, sliding his huge monster in and out of me, while Ben felt the heat of the fuck through our kiss. I was pushing up, meeting every thrust of Tom while I moaned into Ben’s mouth. He was fucking me hard now, hovering over me, supporting himself with his arms as he pounded against my pelvis. Ben moved his mouth down to my nipple and sucked it in as Tom’s cock was hitting all the right places.

I felt my passion rise again and when Ben moved his mouth and took my other nipple in, I came again for a second time, hard, against Tom’s cock. I writhed underneath him as the orgasm shook me. His groans became louder and closer together and I looked up and caught his eye over the top of Ben’s head. Face to face, I saw his eyes roll up, and then closing them, he came inside me with an explosive force. He pumped load after load into me. I had never wanted someone to fill me with his cum as badly as I did at that moment. He grunted and groaned and I held him to me, wanting every drop, every speck of his seed in me. He was squirting against places inside me that had never been squirted on before. Deeper than I knew I could take.

“Oh my god,” he said as he staggered backward. I felt him pop out of me and I suddenly felt empty; barren. At that moment, Ben grabbed my legs and swung them up on the cushion. I slid forward, lay back and opened my legs, holding out my hands to him.

“Your turn, Benson. Your turn now,” I said as he climbed on top of me. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided it up to my messy opening. I could feel the slick combination of my natural juices and Tom’s cum against my hand. Ben slid right in with no resistance.

“Fuck me, Ben.” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”

He felt comfortable on top of me as we started to move together in rhythm. He was not as large as Tom, but it felt wonderful nevertheless. I felt so close to him as we moved together.

Tom knelt down next to me and I turned my head towards him. We began kissing lightly as Ben and I moved together in perfect harmony, with the perfect rhythm of the perfect fuck. He felt so good inside me, and so good on top of me. It was almost as if we were floating with the gentle tide rocking the boat. I let my hand fall into Tom’s lap and found his spent cock. It was wet and slick, and still large in my small hand. I gently caressed his flaccid cock and made out with him as Ben and I fucked in our sublime rhythm.

There was no chafing, no discomfort on this, my second partner within minutes. I was leaking juices of my own from being so turned on, and that plus being stretched by Tom and the addition of his slick cum, made Ben slip in and out effortlessly and comfortably. I matched every thrust by Ben, and wrapped my legs around his and moved against him as he plunged his cock into me.

“Come in me, Benson.” I whispered. “Put your cum in there with Tom’s, so all three of us are mixed up together in me. I want you to cum in me.” I felt Tom’s cock twitch and grow a little when I said that to Ben, and Ben began to pick up speed.

“That’s it, Ben. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He began groaning. I turned my face away from Tom’s gentle kisses and locked lips with Ben, wrapping my arms around him as well as my legs. “Fuck me,” I said into his mouth. “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” I kept repeating those words into his mouth as I moved against him. Our tempo increased. I felt yet another orgasm coming from out of nowhere, and I began to shake as I fucked Ben back with all my might. I felt him tense and as he came in me, I came as well, for the third time in an hour, shuddering through each racking wave of pleasure, feeling Ben, my friend, shuddering as well through our shared and simultaneous climax. When the stabbing pleasure subsided I looked over and saw Tom watching us, a smile on his face, his ruddy complexion apparent in the moonlight.

After a moment in which we gathered our senses, Ben slowly sat up, and with a completely straight face, said “Well, there’s more wine if anyone wants it.” We all laughed together.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” I squealed as I went over the side of the boat, falling into the dark water.


There was a small galley below, with a water closet, a small table with a bench seat, and a big, king-sized bed in the bow. After our swim we sat at the table and sipped the last of the Laffite Cab, talking over what had transpired on the deck. During our conversation, the men admitted that they had talked about it, and they had both agreed that it wouldn’t be weird for them with the other participating. At the end of the conversation, we all decided that what had happened was good, and that while it would be our little secret, we’d all like for it to continue.

We all went to bed together on the king-size mattress in the bow of the boat below. It didn’t dawn on me until we climbed in and got comfy that there was only one bed on board. They must have been pretty confident that we would become lovers before bedtime. Or perhaps they thought if we hadn’t, sleeping together might lead to, well, sleeping together. We all three were nude, and we cuddled and caressed a bit in the bed, but there was no repeat of the scene up on the deck. I guess I had worn those boys out!! I was so starved for sex, or for attention, or for love, that I would have been glad to go another round or two or three with either or both of them.

At about 4 in the morning, I awoke and found Tom snuggling into me. I turned towards him and he took me in his arms. I cuddled right into him, and he found my mouth with his and kissed me gently but intensely. I held him and stroked his back as we kissed, feeling his warm skin against mine. His penis begin to grow hard against my stomach. I reached down and took it in my hand and felt it expand as we kissed. Within moments he was hard, and I scooted myself towards him and put my top leg over his leg, making myself available for him to fuck me. He took the hint, and slid a little bit towards me and I rubbed the head of his huge penis up and down my wet cunt before positioning it right at my opening and pushing forward with my pelvis. I felt him slip into me, and this time there was no pain, only pleasure. I held his face and kissed him while he began to fuck me. It felt so good, so right, so slow, so sexy, and while different from Ben’s movements, was still a perfect rhythm. I focused on nothing but the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of me; on the feeling as his large mushroom head brushed against the top of my cunt, where all my nerves gangle into one intense spot of pleasure. He was slightly above me on the bed, and the position we were in caused his cock to slide against my swollen clit, and I focused on the pleasure I was feeling there as well.

He stopped, and I could hear the steady, heavy breathing of Ben behind me. I reached around behind Tom and put my hand on his butt and pulled him into me.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed in his ear. “It feels too good for you to stop.”

He started again, pushing his cock deep inside me. We kissed, and the feelings of his cock on my clit and his giant mushroom head scraping against my g-spot were even more intense, more pleasurable than before. My whole world at that moment was wrapped up in his cock inside me and the feelings it was giving me. I hardly ever came just from intercourse, but I had cum earlier in the evening on both their cocks, and I knew I was going to cum again on Tom’s very soon. I was just so turned on. He picked up the pace and I matched it with my own, feeling the pleasure of each thrust against him. Each time his cock slid into me, it was heaven. Each time it slid out, it was paradise. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I felt my orgasm arriving like a train from far away, around a hidden bend. I could feel the vibrations on the track, but I could neither see nor hear it coming until it was right at the station. Suddenly it burst into view, and I felt my body tense as the first contraction hit me. I cried out and clutched at Tom and felt that I couldn’t breathe as the pleasure covered me like warm water. I orgasmed with my entire body in a surge, with the pleasure washing over me from head to toe. I gasped for air as pulse after pulse hit me. Then I felt Tom stiffen and I grabbed a handful of his hair as he came powerfully, shaking and shuddering. I held him close and kept cumming with him as he filled me with his seed.

When it was over, I kissed him and whispered, “Thank you.” He kissed me back and rolled away, keeping his hand draped over my waist. As I listened to Ben’s steady breathing I fell back asleep.

When I woke in the morning, I had to pee. I was a little uncomfortable with the stool and bag setup Tom had on the boat, so I climbed naked out of bed and let myself over the edge of the boat in the early light, peeing in the lake. I also tried to wash out my vagina, trying to rinse away Tom’s residual sperm that hadn’t leaked out onto my leg while I slept. I rubbed away the dried, crusty cum from my vulva and leg and then got out. It was chilly that early in the morning on the water and my bottom and legs were wet so I grabbed a towel, dried off, and raced back to the bed, feeling chilled. When I climbed in, my legs brushed against Ben’s and he immediately sat up.

“Oh my god, your legs are cold!” he said and looked over at me. His hair was all mussed up from sleep and he looked so cute.

“I know,” I said. “I’m freezing. I got in the water to pee. Warm me up!” I moved towards Ben and he lay back and took me in his arms. I put my head against his chest and sighed. It felt so good, his quiet strength so comforting. I kissed his lips very gently.

“Did you wake up in the middle of the night?” I asked.

“Once,” he replied. “Didn’t you hear me get up to pee?”

“No, you lucky!! You can just stand and pee over the side.” I waited for a second. “So you didn’t wake up when Tom and I were doing it?”

“No!” he said. “Really? You two did it right next to me and I didn’t wake up?”

Then we heard Tom reply from behind me. “Yes, we did, Benson. And it was spectacular.” Tom sat up, leaned over and kissed my cheek, then said, “Why don’t you make it up to Ben while I make some coffee and a bite for breakfast?” I smiled at Ben.

“It seems only fair,” I said with a fake pout. “I don’t want Ben to think I’m playing favorites.” I reached down and took hold of his semi-erect cock. “It’s time for some Ben, now, I think.”

I started kissing my way down his chest and pulled the covers down, bringing the sight of my hand stroking his cock into view. It turned me on to see my hand on a penis different from my husband’s. I felt it growing and kissed all the way down until it was against my cheek as my hand slid smoothly up and down his shaft. I could hear Tom right there, whistling as he went about his work. I smelled the coffee brewing as I slipped my lips over the tip of Ben’s cock. He held my head as I started licking and sucking on his stiff member, which tasted vaguely like lake water. I got my hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, and I knew that I was giving him a world-class blow job. Probably the best one of my life. I pumped and sucked until I knew he was going to cum, then I took him out of my mouth and held him against my breasts, pumping slowly. I felt the first gush up under my chin, and I pumped and milked him until he had covered my chest and breasts with his pearly cum.

I hadn’t felt this sexy since my husband and I were dating some 14 years before. I lay back, my breasts covered with still warm cum and watched Tom as he moved about the small galley, cracking eggs, buttering toast and pouring coffee. He turned to me with a cup, and he smiled when he saw me laying there, naked, spread-eagled, cum-soaked, with Ben’s deflating cock still in my hand.

“Well good morning,” he said with a smile as he handed me the coffee cup. “Would you like me to get you a damp cloth to clean yourself up with?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, please. And thank you for the coffee.” He ran a cloth under the tap, wrung it out and handed it to me. I wiped Ben’s spunk off my chest and then used the other side to wipe Ben’s cock clean.

Ben looked at Tom and said, “Hey what about me? Don’t I get coffee brought to me in bed, too?” Tom laughed.

“From what I just saw, it looked to me like you were being fully served in bed,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “But here’s a cup anyway.”

I got up from the bed, and not bothering to dress, I poked my head out and made sure there were no other boats in the private cove. When I was confident we were alone and I wouldn’t be seen, I went up on deck with my coffee. The air still had a bit of a morning chill, but the sun had come out and felt good on my skin. I looked down and saw goose bumps on my breasts and that my nipples were stiff and elongated in the cool air. Ben soon followed balancing a plate and his coffee, followed by Tom with two plates; one for me and one for him. He had put together a great little breakfast of eggs, fried potatoes and small slices of fried ham. It was absolutely scrumptious, eating outdoors on the deck of the boat in my birthday suit.

After devouring about half my plate, I took a sip of coffee and said, “Excuse me for my immodesty, but I am feeling really sexy right now with you two, and I want to enjoy the feeling.” Tom and Ben both agreed that they were fine with me being nude, and told me I didn’t have to wear clothes for the rest of the weekend if I didn’t want to. “Well,” I said. “Maybe when we’re in private places, I won’t”

We had a wonderful day that day, sailing, hiking along the shore. Ben had even brought a fishing pole and we caught two or three trout, which he promptly put back in the water. I felt so alive and so sexy. I spent most of the day without my bikini top, ducking below to retrieve it or sinking low on a cushion when other boats came into view. Tom was expert with the boat, and I loved to watch him sail; his blue eyes concentrated on his task, the wind blowing his shock of blonde hair. There were a couple of times during the day that I got incredibly horny and thought about wanting to make love to both these gorgeous hunks, but the day was just so perfect and our activities so limitless that I decided to wait until the evening. I did notice that Tom had a huge erection, though, when we had pulled into the cove where we spent the night and Ben was teaching me to fish naked.

Tom found a spot on the lake with cell reception and I called my husband. He mentioned that he had tried to call me the night before and I told him that Maddie and Jack had called and asked me to bring the kids out for the weekend, so I had driven them out. I covered by saying that I must have been at a spot out on a country road where there was no cell reception when he called. He asked what my plans were for the rest of the weekend, and thinking quickly, I told him that since I didn’t have the kids I was going to go out this afternoon and have my nails done, then shop, then have some dinner and maybe see a movie by myself. I told him I needed some me time. What I really meant was that I needed some “something-in-me” time. I signed off, telling him that I’d call him Sunday evening on his cell. That took care of that.

In the afternoon Tom announced that we should begin looking for a spot for a beach fire for the evening, so we started sailing into coves near the back of the lake, looking for a nice beach with woods behind it for firewood. We found a spot about 5:30 and Tom and Ben anchored the boat right off-shore. Tom advised that I put something on while we searched for firewood, and after I reluctantly covered myself, we all hopped off and waded onto shore to look for firewood.

Within about a half hour, we had a good sized pile and Ben had found enough rocks to make a nice fire ring on the beach. Tom went on-board and brought back three folding beach chairs, a couple bottles of wine and an ice chest filled with cheese, fruit, and other healthy snacks. I had made sandwiches for a late lunch and we all agreed that we’d graze for dinner. We were in a secluded cove again, and no other boats were in the area.

Ben worked on getting the fire going as Tom opened the wine and I put out some cheese and crackers with apple slices. The fire was soon crackling and we all had half a glass of wine in us. I just loved these two guys, and I was having the time of my life. I knew them. I trusted them. And, now I lusted after them.

The fire was warm, and I giggled and said, “Is it okay if I take my clothes off now?” Both immediately said yes, and I stood and slowly disrobed, turning so they could admire me in the waning light of day, lit by firelight. “Not bad for a 39-year-old mother of two, huh?” I asked.

“Beautiful,” said Ben.

“Gorgeous,” said Tom.

I did a little twirl, and sat back down, feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin. I took a sip of my wine and popped an apple slice in my mouth. “Well come on, you guys, I’m not going to be the only one naked, am I?

As they both stood and pulled their T-shirts over their heads and dropped their trunks, I couldn’t help but run my hand lightly over my bald pussy. There were small beads of moisture forming along the outer lips that clung to my fingers as I traced them up my sex. I saw Tom looking out across the darkening water as he sat down, scanning for other boats. Satisfied that we were alone, he sat back down and scooted his chair over closer to mine. Ben did the same from the other side.

We laughed and talked, and told stories, drinking our wine, eating our snacks, and enjoying the warmth of the fire. Soon it was pitch black out, the boat reflecting back the flames and our naked bodies lit only by the firelight. Both Tom and Ben frequently reached out, touching my leg to emphasize a point, or just laying a hand on my thigh as we talked. It was comfortable. But my engine was starting to run between my legs. I knew I couldn’t wait too much longer for a repeat of last night. Evidently so was Tom’s, because once when I looked over, I saw his penis standing straight up from his lap. I laughed and said, “Well, look who’s popped up!” and reached over and gave it a squeeze.

Evidently they both took this as a sign, and their hands were immediately on me, rubbing my legs, my tummy, and my breasts. Evidently they had been as ready as I was for another session of love-making. I lay back and sighed as I felt four hands caressing my naked body in the firelight. Ben was the first to touch me there, lightly running his fingertips along the left side of my vulva. His hand was soon joined by Tom’s, doing the same along the right side. They were driving me wild, teasing, rubbing so lightly, but staying away from my clit or any penetration. Then Tom leaned over and began kissing my right breast, then moved his head to a slightly different angle to accommodate Ben when he leaned in and took my left nipple in his mouth. Each was in command of one breast, and each was performing a symphony with their lips and tongues. One of them began to lightly rub my clit in small circles as the other slid what felt like two fingers into me. I couldn’t tell which was which, and I didn’t care. I was lost in the pleasure I was feeling with two mouths on my breasts, one man pleasuring my clit, and another my wet hole. I opened my eyes and saw the flames dancing above their heads as they licked and sucked my heaving breasts.

I watched the fire as if in a trance as my excitement built and built. Whoever was in charge of my clit was now giving it steady attention, flicking it with a fingertip, then rubbing up and down on it, then side to side. Two, or maybe three fingers were pumping in and out of me. My nipples were being intensely pleasured by two mouths. These men, I thought to myself, know what a woman wants. Suddenly one hand pulled away, then the other. I looked at one, then the other, almost in a panic. “No…don’t stop,” I begged.

Ben walked around behind my chair and pulled it back further from the fire with me still in it. Then he walked back around in front of me, and knelt in the sand before me. I spread my legs, exposing my shaven sex to him as I raised my knees and scooted forward in my beach chair. He leaned into me and began licking my cunt up and down, stopping to stick his tongue up inside me and fuck me with it. I was amazed at how they both seemed more concerned with pleasing me than in their own pleasure. I felt a hand begin caressing the part of my butt that was exposed from me having raised and spread my legs. I looked up and saw that Tom was kneeling beside my chair and that he was the one caressing my bottom. He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth as his hand explored my ass and pussy. Ben was beginning to focus his tongue on my clit, and Tom’s hand was running up onto my wet pussy, then down along the crack of my ass. My juices were running and soon both my cunt lips and ass crack were slick with them.

I had never let any man play with my ass. It just wasn’t something I was interested in. But when I felt the tip of Tom’s wet index finger push against my rosebud, I felt a rush of sexual energy. I moaned, and he slid his finger in just a little. The sensation of Ben licking my clit and Tom fingering my ass was a completely new sensation to me, and there was no question that it was a sensation that I liked very much. When I felt Tom’s thumb slide into my pussy, I went over the edge. With Ben licking my clit and Tom fucking my ass and pussy in sync with his thumb and forefinger, I went wild. I began shaking my head back and forth, and was making unintelligible sounds. My whole body was vibrating with the pleasure I was feeling. Tom slipped his finger deeper in my ass with each in and out motion. The simultaneous in-and-out motion in both my holes was incredible, and soon I couldn’t hold back and grabbed Ben’s head and out of my mouth flew the words, “Oh fuck,” as I mashed him to me and creamed his face with my cum. My body jerked as I came and came and came with Tom’s finger buried deep in my ass. I think I almost blacked out for a moment, so intense was the pleasure I was feeling. Little by little my orgasm subsided, and the men disconnected themselves from the various parts of my body and returned to their chairs.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “Not so fast, you two. Get over here and stand in front of me.” They both stood and walked up and stood next to each other in front of me, their erect cocks just inches from my face. “I’m going to make both of you cum at the same time.” I reached down to my wet pussy and coated the fingers of each hand with my own juices, which I used to rub onto each of their cocks and provide lubrication as I stroked them up and down in unison. Two hard cocks in front of my face. I pulled Tom’s big one towards me first, and began licking and sucking it as I kept up the tempo with both my hands. Then I pulled Tom out of my mouth and pulled Ben towards me and licked and sucked him for a minute or two, all the while keeping the stroking going on both men.

With Ben’s cock running in and out of my mouth, I said, “I want you two to come at the same time, so hold back until the other’s ready.” I continued to alternate between the two cocks in front of me, licking and sucking one until I felt that that one had gotten too much more excited than the other, then turning my attention to the other to bring him to the same pitch. All the while I kept up the stroking motion on both. I brought their excitement level up equally until I knew they were both close.

Suddenly Ben blurted out, “I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold back any more!”

Tom answered, “Yes, yes! I’m going to cum too!” My mouth was on Ben’s cock and I felt it twitch and felt a jet of cum against the top of my mouth. I had never let a man cum in my mouth before. I had thought it was disgusting, but it wasn’t. Not with Ben. Not with Tom. I switched my mouth over to Tom and caught his second spurt as I wrapped my lips around his huge cock and sucked hard. I kept stroking both cocks, now milking the cum out of them, trying to get every last drop. I hadn’t realized, but both had been stroking my hair as I blew them, and I put my arms around their butts and pulled both their pelvises into my face. I just held them there for a moment in the glow of the fire while they stroked my head and hair.

We ended up sitting by the fire for another hour, slowly drinking our wine and finishing up the snacks. I felt wonderful, naked, free, paid attention to by these two lovely men. I hadn’t realized how lonely and unhappy I was until I was unleashed. And now, unrestrained, I was having my fill, and loving every minute of it, guilt free.

When we returned to the boat and went to bed, Ben fucked me first while Tom kissed me and caressed my breasts. Then, with Ben satisfied, but me craving more, Tom entered me with his larger, longer cock and filled me up both physically and emotionally as he expertly fucked me while Ben kissed my lips and neck and ear and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I fell asleep in complete bliss, with a good man on either side of me.


The first thought I had upon awakening was that this was our last day together on the boat. It made me sad as I lay there listening to Tom’s breathing and Ben’s light snore. I lay on my back and reached out with both arms to touch my lovely men. With my arm bent, I ran my hand across Tom’s chest, with its thick mantle of blonde, sun-bleached hair, and caressed Ben’s hip and waist, as he lay on his side. Ben rolled over on his back, and I straightened both arms, and in doing so, each of my hands lay on or near each of their cocks. I began lightly playing with both of them, gently caressing and squeezing their beautiful manhood, holding them in my hands, feeling them, weighing them in my palms. They both began to grow as I fondled them lovingly.

I thought to myself that I couldn’t believe how much I wanted sex. My husband and I had screwed like bunnies when we were dating and first married. I remembered that I was always ready and willing back then; but time, kids, and the pressures of life had somehow gotten in the way and made me lose that feeling. Sex had become mostly something I did by myself, and then only to keep my libido at bay, to keep myself in denial about what I really needed. The rare sex I did have with my husband was dutiful, and I realized that my resentment of his travelling and disconnection with me and the family had made me push him away sexually. I felt I couldn’t count on him in that department if I couldn’t count on him for the most basic needs I had emotionally. He didn’t turn me on any more.

But these two men: they turned me on. They had freed my sex drive, freed my libido from denial and boredom and the inertia in my life. I held two cocks in my hand and both were stiffening.

“Who wants to fuck me first?” I asked quietly.


When we were finally able to rise from the bed an hour later we were all three of us sweaty and sticky with cum in the weirdest places. We took a quick naked swim to clean ourselves off and start our final day aboard the boat.

I put up a breakfast of fruit, granola, and yogurt and Tom set us out towards the main part of the lake for some serious sailing. The wind had picked up a bit and he was eager to sail the length of the huge lake, then tack back against the wind. We rode the wind westward towards the Rockies, which we could see in the distance. The boat skimmed the water and the speed was exhilarating. The trip back was difficult and Tom was intensely focused on the sails and often quickly barked orders to Ben, which he followed to the tee. It must have been exhausting for Tom, but I could see that he was in his element and his eyes sparkled with joy as he beat and tricked the wind into moving him against itself.

When we had finally made the journey back it was after 2:00 and Tom said we had best get to the boat ramp. I bit my lower lip because I wasn’t ready for the trip to be over.

“I know you’re going to think I’m a whore or a slut or something awful, but can we anchor somewhere and go below again? I’m not ready for this weekend to be over. I want to do it one more time before we have to go back to reality.” Tom glanced at his watch.

“Well,” he said. “The boat launch is probably a zoo right now anyway. Let’s find a cove.” Ben quickly agreed.

When the boys found the spot I went below to wait for them as they anchored the boat. I took off my clothes and lay back on the bed, my legs spread. I began fingering myself with anticipation. This was my last chance before I went back home to let myself go. I wanted sex, and I wanted it nasty. I wanted these two men to take me; to ravage me; to fill me with their cocks and make me cum hard. I was perfectly clear on that. I wanted to make them cum hard and I wanted them to make me cum hard.

Tom came down the three steps first and I didn’t stop fingering myself as he walked towards the bed. I only told him that I was glad he was there because my own fingers weren’t enough for me. I smiled sheepishly and told him I needed some hard cock and asked him if he knew where I could get some. He pulled down his trunks and stepped out of them as he approached the bed. Climbing on, he kneeled next to me and started stroking his own cock. Just then Ben walked in and saw us both playing with ourselves and muttered, “Holy, shit!” under his breath, then dropped shorts and joined us, stroking his own cock as well.

I played with my clit and ran the palm of my other hand over my hard nipples and looked back and forth at them to watch their cocks grow as they stroked them. When Tom was fully erect, I pulled him down and rolled onto my side with my back facing Ben.

“Fuck me like you did the other morning,” I said with a dreamy smile on my face. He lay on his side and I on mine, facing each other. I raised my top leg and put it over his, just as I had the morning before, offering myself to be fucked. He moved towards me and I felt his hard cock stabbing against my belly. I moved so it was at the right angle and placed it up against my hole.

“Put it in me,” I said. He pushed forward, the tip of his penis finding my entrance. I pushed back against him and felt the tip slide in my wet hole. I suddenly thought of Ben.

“Ben, where are you, Ben?” I couldn’t feel him behind me and hadn’t realized he had gotten off the bed. I heard his voice from the galley.

“I’m coming back in a second,” he said. Tom gently slid his cock deeper into my steaming cunt.

I felt the bounce of the bed as Ben got back on, and he moved up behind me and started gently pushing himself against my rear end. I could feel his hard cock against my butt as he cuddled up to me. Tom was beginning to give me full length strokes with his huge cock and it was starting to feel really, really good. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him in me, filling up my lonely cunt. Ben was behind me and was stroking my butt with his hand as I humped against Tom. I felt his hand move towards the crack of my ass and before I knew it he was touching me there, where Tom had touched me the day before.

I focused on Tom’s cock going in and out of me, touching me in places that felt so damn good. Suddenly I felt something cold on my ass and realized that Ben was smearing something in my crack. As I pulled back on one outstroke of Tom’s cock, he slipped his finger into by anus. I pushed back against it, knowing now that I liked it. He withdrew his finger about three cock-strokes later and I felt him smearing more of the goo on my ass. It didn’t dawn on me why until I felt the tip of Ben’s cock push against my rosebud.

Tom’s cock felt so good going in and out of me, but I was suddenly a bit panicked. I had never, ever, even thought about allowing any man to fuck me in the ass, and I didn’t know if I could even do it.

Just then, Ben whispered in my ear, “Just relax. It’ll be fine. You’ll like it.” I tried to relax and focus on how good Tom’s cock felt going in and out of my pussy, and I felt Ben begin to push against my sphincter. There was no way he was going to get it in me, no way I was big enough there to take anything other than a finger.

Then suddenly I felt a “pop” and my eyes went wide and my mouth formed a small “O”, and I realized that the head of his cock had slid past my sphincter and that he was in me. He held it still in place in my back hole as I moved and met each thrust of Tom’s cock in my front hole. The sensation was very different; not unpleasant. I felt very full with Tom’s cock buried deep in my pussy and the head of Ben’s in my ass. He moved with me as I moved in rhythm with Tom, keeping his cock steady and in the same place.

“Relax,” he whispered again, and I did. I just let my body go limp and when I did I felt his cock slide up into me. I grabbed Tom and held him still against me, his cock buried up to the hilt in my pussy as I felt Ben’s cock sliding into me from the rear. In a short moment, I had two cocks buried deep in me at the same time. I held still for a moment, then gasped and released my hold on Tom.

He began fucking me again, and Ben again moved in time with our rhythm, holding himself deep in my ass. I was beginning to like the feeling I was getting front and back, taking two cocks at the same time. When Ben began to move in counter time to Tom, so that as Tom’s cock was stroking out, his was stroking in, I fell in love with having two hard cocks in me at the same time. Never before in my wildest imagination would I have dreamed that I would be taking two cocks in two holes and feeling like I never wanted it to stop.

“Ohhhhhhh….” I groaned as the hard cocks pounded into me. “Ohhhhhhhhh…….” I shrieked as the pleasure mounted. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………..” I yelled as the two cocks penetrated me, driving me to new heights of pleasure. “Unnngggggh……………………………..” I gagged as I started cumming again and again and again and again. I was lost in a blur of cumming, my orgasm peaking in a crescendo, then flattening out, and then peaking again.

“Fuck me!” I yelled as they both pounded into me. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I was almost crying, the never-ending orgasm almost being too much for my senses.

Tom shouted something I couldn’t make out and shot his load into my wet pussy. I began kissing him as he came, covering his face with moist, juicy kisses as he grimaced and groaned his way through his orgasm. Then I heard Ben groan behind me and felt his cock pulsing in my tight ass, pumping me full of his cum back there. I reached behind and held his butt as he emptied his hot load deep into my virgin ass.

At that moment, I didn’t care about anything but the two men who had just taken me to a place that I never even knew existed. At that moment I would have given up everything; agreed to anything; just to know that they would take me back to that place again.


Post Script:

Well, I didn’t turn into a complete slut, but Tom and Ben and I did continue to have our fun when my husband was out of town. Over time, I was really more attracted to Tom and when Ben began dating he spent less and less time with us. Then, when Ben thought he had found “the one” he bowed out, leaving only Tom and me in the affair. It was really okay with me; I loved Ben as a friend, but I loved Tom as something more.

I never quite achieved the constant orgasmic peaks I had experienced on the boat, although I did have many long and satisfying ones with my two handsome men. That weekend was special, and it freed me to pursue my own life and interests.

A year or so later, I discovered that my husband was having not one, but two affairs in two different cities. I guess we were even, because I had been having two affairs as well, but mine were at the same time, in the exact same location. When I discovered that my husband was having his affairs, I realized there was no use in us going on and asked for a divorce. Not long after it was final, Ben married his girlfriend, Rachel, they gave up their rental, and Tom moved into my house with me.

We’ve been married very happily now for a little over two years. I love Tom in a way I never loved my first husband. I love him, and I’m IN love with him. He’s my best friend, and we still have our sexual fireworks on a very regular basis, especially when we can get out in his sailboat for a weekend without the kids. Speaking of the kids, they’ve blended well, and Tom and I have worked out similar visitation schedules with both our exes.

We’re best friends with Ben and Rachel, although Rachel knows nothing of Ben’s involvement with me. She just knows that we’re all close friends, and that I helped them through their divorces, as they did me with mine. We think it’s for the best, although there are times I find myself looking at her and wondering what she and Ben are like in bed. Perhaps one day I’ll get the chance to find out. If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that you never know what might just happen.

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