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Threesome Fun With The Fireman

She knew this was going to be fun the minute he walked through the hotel’s doors.

Her husband and she had been sharing their fantasies lately. While he had no problem sharing his two-girls-one-guy threesome ideas, she had been a bit more reluctant to say she wanted a guy-guy-girl threesome. Guys sometimes get jealous and while her husband didn’t seem the type, it still made her a little nervous to broach the subject.

Actually, to her delight and relief, he had. “Y’know,” mentioned casually after one of their sexy-time interludes, “I’d like to see what you’d do with two cocks to play with.” She asked, “would you really be into that?” To which he answered, “Definitely. It’d be fun. If I can make you cum multiple times, imagine how many times you’d come with another guy doing you as well.”

That she had already imagined. In addition to the lovely thought of being fucked and licked senseless by two guys, she liked the idea of bragging rights as to have gotten two guys off. Two cocks with one stone as it were.

And here it was. He looked around, saw her at the bar, and walked over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Mike. Are you Sheri?” Mike looked like his profile picture on the swinger site: guy next door handsome with a short haircut and nice smile. A bit shorter than she preferred—she called it at 5’ 8”—and a little young in his late 20s, but he seemed fit and checked a few other requirements, not the least of which was that he noted in his profile that he was a fireman, a job he took after getting out of a two-year stint in the Army. Who doesn’t like a man in uniform? Sheri was curious about one thing. Mike had also said he was “heteroflexible”. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant or how flexible he was willing to be, but she was sure going to find out.

Mike looked around. Sheri read his mind, “My husband needed put something up in the room. He’ll be down in a minute. As if on cue, he emerged from the elevator and came over to the bar, hand extended. “Hi, I’m Dylan,” he introduced himself, “Thanks for coming, Mike—it’s Mike, right?” Mike smiled and laughed a little. “Yes, it’s Mike. Good to meet you man. Appreciate the invitation.”

Well, the guys were getting along, which was a good thing, Sheri thought to herself. She didn’t want any awkward moments.

It was Dylan who broke the heteroflexible ice. He lowered his voice. “I know we corresponded a lot about what we all wanted tonight to be, but can you just clarify what you mean by ‘heteroflexible’? I mean, I’m not homophobic or anything, and actually I thought a bisexual guy might be better because no one would get weirded out by any male-on-male contact, but when I read heteroflexible, that struck me as being, like, a more relaxed version of bisexual. Oh, christ, I’m rambling.”

Mike laughed. “It’s cool. Look, it’s just my view of this, okay? I don’t have a problem with male-to-male contact. Things happen and evolve and it’s all just part of it. That way no one has to feel uncomfortable about it.” He went on, “Plus, in my limited experience (he looked at Sheri), the gals like to watch the guys play with each other a bit. Heck, guys like to see the girls play with each other, so it’s only fair. Plus, the girls like to see if there are any special techniques the owners of the equipment might have to share. Does that help?”

We nodded in agreement. I said I’d go up to the room to freshen and to give me five minutes. Mike wanted to put his jacket back in his car and my husband looked around for the bartender to pay the tab.

In almost five minutes to the dot, there was a knock on the door. “We’ve come to service whoever is in this room,” I heard Dylan say, and then the guys laughed and knocked again.

I was on the bed wearing a very sheer but tasteful negligee that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I was softly fingering myself. I liked the idea of the two guys coming in and finding me playing with myself.

Seeing their broad smiles, they did. “Why don’t you guys strip down? Momma wants a foot massage from her manservants.” I kept stroking my now wet pussy and kept diddling myself.

Mike’s bod didn’t disappoint. He was fit and toned. His very tight bikini briefs bulged with package that I couldn’t wait to unwrap. The men came over, each taking a foot in hand, and with some lotion, began to massage my toes and soles and heals. Both were enjoying watching me play with myself and I was getting super turned on as they firmly rubbed and pushed on my feet.

“I seem to have some extra lotion on my hands,” Mike said. “Funny, me too” added Dylan. “I wonder what we should do with that.” I figured they’d rub it on my tits, but instead, Mike put his hand down Dylan’s briefs and I could see him stroking my husband’s cock. Dylan rubbed his hands together and put one down Mike’s briefs and began rubbing his cock. “Baby,” he said, “I think your going to like what I have in my hand here.”

Watching this, I began to finger myself faster. Seeing that I was enjoying the show, they pulled down their underwear and two big hard-ons came out. Dylan was a hard and big as I’d even seen him, his full 7” cock at attention. Mike’s cock was even bigger, at least 8” and with a nice mushroom head that I knew I’d enjoy sucking and fucking.

“Where were we?” smiled Mike. “Oh, right.” He added some lotion to his hands and resumed jerking off Dylan, squeezing his cock tightly with each stroke. Dylan reached over to Mike’s big tool and started stoking him up and down, rubbing his thumb under Mike’s cock head on that sensitive frenulum. Mike began breathing a bit heavier with that, which was hot since I realized my husband was the one pleasuring him. I started breathing heavy watching the guys jerk each other off in front of me. Fingering myself even faster as the guys stroked each other a bit quicker, I came as hard as I think I ever had.

“That seems to have worked,” Dylan said, climbing onto the bed. “How can your manservants serve you now?”

“You know what I want next,” I said. Dylan looked over to Mike. “She wants her tits sucked. I’ll take this one, you take that one. Oh, you might want to finger her a bit too while you’re doing that.”

I was afraid I’d still be sensitive from just cumming, but it felt great to have Mike’s fingers gently rubbing my clit. The guys were doing great on my nipples too. Both had different techniques—one was licking and sucking, the other rubbing my nipple between his tongue and teeth with just enough pressure that I felt tingle all over my body. It was really hot to have something different going on. I began to breath heavier again but I didn’t want to cum with his fingers. If he could work my clit with his tongue like he was working my nipple, I’d prefer that.

“Mike, would you eat me please?” I panted out. “As you wish,” he replied and moved down to spread my legs. He began to lick me with big swirls of his tongue, and I moaned. Dylan pushed my big tits together so he could lick both nipples at the same time, which I knew I loved. Mike started licking and flicking my clit with a fast rhythm and I felt my ass tighten as I pushed my pussy up into his mouth. I lifted my head to watch his head bob up and down as he enthusiastically tongued my twat and I rocked myself, feeding it to him. I could feel myself building to a big finish and grabbed the back of his head and pushed my cunt into his fast tongue flicks.

I let out several huge groans, grabbing the sheets with my other hand as I came again, my whole body trembling. Mike slowed and stopped. “Another spot to write down,” he quipped. It wasn’t that my husband didn’t eat my pussy to perfection, but the thrill of having someone different doing it and to be able to have my tits sucked at the same time? That was just over the top.

“You guys have been working so hard. What can I do for you?”

Dylan spoke up. “Why don’t you suck us off a bit?” He kneeled on one side, and Mike came up to kneel on the other. I now had two nice big cocks in my face. I giggled a bit. Dylan smiled. “Toldja you’d like this.”

I reached for both and began stroking them at the same time. “Bring them closer,” I said, and the guys moved in a bit more. “This will help,” Mike said, putting an arm around Dylan’s shoulder to steady himself. Dylan put his arm over Mike’s. I had to admit, the guys holding onto each other for support, their naked skin touching, was turning me on again.

I started on Dylan’s cock first, licking his tip the way I knew he liked, going underneath to find that sensitive spot, and then taking the whole thing in my mouth as I stroked his hard shaft more vigorously.

Then I turned to attend to Mike’s member. His head was bigger than Dylan’s and I had to open my mouth wider to accommodate it, but once in I quickly figured out how to suck him the way he liked, as his low “whew, that’s good” utterance confirmed. I rolled my tongue around his head while I had it in my mouth, which drew a low sigh and I could feel his body tense up a bit.

Now with both cocks hard and wet, I knew what I wanted to do next. With a cock in each hand, I began rubbing their heads together, every so often licking them to keep them wet. It was quite a view, having two hard cocks rubbing up against each other. Both guys were watching intently and since I wasn’t hearing any objections, I began to alternate, sucking one cock, then the other, but always trying to keep them in contact.

“Finger me,” I said between alternating cocks. Both men reached down at the same time—which I thoroughly appreciated. “Go ahead,” I heard Mike say, and I felt Dylan’s familiar fingers begin methodically rubbing my clit. He stuck his finger in my pussy to get it wet and I moaned. As he quickened the pace, I lost track of which cock I had been sucking and just held onto the two stiff rods I had in my hands. I felt another great wave coming over me, and I came again, my legs rolling from side to side as I clasped my crotch together.

“Fuck that was good,” I moaned out.

“Baby, roll over,” Dylan said. I did as he said, arching my back so my ass would be up and ready. “Mike, why don’t you take her from behind and I’ll feed her my cock from the front.” My husband knew me so well.

Ah, finally, my fantasy spit-roast. Fucked from behind, my favorite position, and getting to service a big cock with my mouth at the same time. I could handle these guys, I thought.

If felt Mike’s big cock enter me and slowly start fucking me. Dylan started stroking his cock and brought it to my mouth. It was time for me to show I could service these two boys from both ends.

But as Mike began pounding me hard from behind and Dylan holding my head as he stuffed his cock in my mouth, I felt more like I was being serviced by them. I started panting again, my breath getting faster and faster. Then Mike began rimming my asshole with his thumb and my entire pussy suddenly felt flush and I could feel the wave start to cover me and I started moaning loudly into my husband’s cock as I came again.

Dylan said to Mike, “flip her over and keep going.” Nothing like a fireman to know how to move a person and I found myself on my back with my head over the end of the bed. Mike was back inside me, holding my legs up so he could pile drive me with that 8” rock hard boner. My head hanging down, Dylan began to fuck my open waiting mouth with his cock, clearly enjoying the view of me sucking him off, his cock sliding in and out between my lips, and Mike pounding my pussy at the same time.

I just gave in and let it all happen. It was too good to try to control and I just let them take me. I felt Mike balance my leg on his shoulder and then I felt his finger rubbing my clit. Holy fuck, I started screaming, holy fuck, holy fuck, which would have been clearer had Dylan’s cock not been pumping my mouth between outbursts.

I came again in an uncontrollable quaking orgasm that I thought levitated me from the bed. The guys slowed and then stopped. I could barely catch my breath.

“Whew,” I said, “I need a break. Why don’t you guys entertain yourselves while I get some water.” I got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to get drink.

I came back to see the men in a sort of scissor position, facing each other, their cocks and balls pushed close together. That looked like fun, I thought. “Mind if I watch?”, I cooed as I sipped my water. Mike reached down and started jerking off my husband’s cock. Getting the hint, Dylan reach down and began jerking off Mike. The guys were enjoying this mutual masturbation society gathering, with each firmly gripping each other’s cocks and stroking vigorously.

“Let’s try this,” Mike said, pushing closer so he could take both cocks in his hand. Both cocks squeezed tightly in his hand, he began jerking them off together, each cock rubbing against the other as he stroked up and down and up and down. I could see it was feeling good to Dylan, who leaned back and closed his eyes. I could also see both guys had a small bit of precum forming on their tips. Well, I didn’t want that to go to waste, so I put down my water and leaned into lick that up and provide some well needed wetness to those big heads rubbing together. Both men moaned as they felt my tongue lick their swollen knobs.

“Tell you what, boys,” I said, “ why don’t you finish off on my tits?”

I got on my knees, and they got off the bed to stand before me, jerking off. Two guys, stroking their cocks just to give me a big load on my boobs. I was getting turned on again. I cradled my girls under one arm to push them up a bit and moved my hand down between my legs and began fingering myself.

Of course, this turned on the guys no end, who loved the idea that I was turned on by watching them jerk off on me. I leaned forward to give each of them a teasing little lick flick on their cock tips. This pushed Mike over the edge as I saw him begin to tense up and start to stand up really straight, a sure sign he was going to blow. I turned slightly toward him and just in time. He came with an enormous load that splattered all over my tits and began running down my cleavage. Then he came again, a bit less but not by much. The third shot was more of a dribble that ran down his fingers, but he was still gasping and grunting with each shot.

I took my hand out from between my legs and with both hands began rubbing his warm cum over my boobs and nipples, making them shiny and slick. I had never done that before and don’t know why it came to me to do that now, but it flipped the switch for Dylan who with a loud groan and his knees bending a bit, shot a big arc of cum that speckled all over my chest. I just kept massaging the new batch in which prompted another shot of cum and then another. I’d never seen my husband cum so much and so heavy and was kinda proud I had been able to make him so happy.

“I have to sit down,” Mike said exhaustedly. “Whew!”

“Me too,” Dylan added. They sat on the bed, catching their breath.

I got up and said I was going to the shower to clean off.

“Hey, before you go,” said Mike, as he got up and started putting his clothes back on, “just wanted to thank you for one of the best evenings I think I’ve ever had.”

“And one other thing,” he added, pausing for effect, “do you have any other questions about heteroflexible?”

We all laughed.