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Threesome With My Two (Very Different) Lovers

I was smart, but slightly prude when I was 21 years-old. Thankfully, I had had sex, but no one had ever tasted my pussy and I doubt I was aware that some men took an interest in sticking their tongue into a vagina. It was 1988. Way before smart phones and virtual dictaphones. Still, I was a techie back then, priding myself in owning a sophisticated typewriter that had two different typesettings, and, more importantly, a mini-tape recorder for university classes. My attention would often desert me, and I needed my class recording to complete my note-taking.

My friend Stef, who studied film at Concordia U, had borrowed my recorder for a film project. When he returned it, I noticed one cassette had been overwritten. I vaguely heard a crew on a film set. Then the background noise changed, and I recognized the voice of a film director, who was a friend of my friend. Pierre was gay. And Pierre had seemingly recorded his sexual encounter with another man. I heard him excuse himself to go to the washroom. I heard some shuffling noise, the bed cracking, and he apologized for taking so long, as his hard-on prevented him from peeing. I was shocked, and I felt tempted to scold my friend for letting his director friend use my recorder for this purpose. But… a few days later, I listened to the tape again. And again. Pierre, the director, was moaning: “Oh yeah, cum inside… ooooh… oh please unload your cum in my asshole”. I could hear them both furiously climax. I had never experienced porn like this. But now a switch had been thrown and inevitably, I masturbated to the sound of their climax more than once.

Years passed. Decades.

I became a little less timid. Well, I like to think so. I dabbled a bit in the BDSM lifestyle online and in doing so, met a remarkable man in his mid-thirties named Marco, who claimed he had extensive experience as a submissive.

When we finally met the sex was intensely wonderful. Our mouths belonged to one another. Our first kiss had turned him into a puddle. Although I could not wait to take him in my mouth, he was not in a hurry, and began by kissing my feet, slowly moving up along my legs, gently removing my black tights to uncover my pussy and fulfill my expectations. A special bond was formed between us. Our schedules didn’t allow us to meet as we would have liked, but we wrote often, exchanging further fantasies that we hoped to enact when we were able to rendezvous again.

His fantasies were very dark and he had had a lot of sexual experiences, but I was surprised to learn that he had never been in a threesome with another man. With two women, yes – which he found labor-intensive, much less idyllic than men would think.

At first I was embarrassed to tell him about my main fantasy. 

Mine was to be wined and dined by two men. They would give me their undivided attention, and people would discreetly stare at this older woman surrounded by two eager young men wooing her, and my pleasure would be enhanced by their shocked and envious reactions.

The lack of ability to actualize encounters with one another caused Marco and I to drift apart.

I met many men, none being worthy of my attention until I met Louka.

As transparent and candid as Marco seemed to be, Louka was a mystery. A true sapiosexual, he weaved words with witty observations and sensual declarations in response to my emails, yet he had no qualms in debasing the conversation by using the word fuck when it was appropriate.

I was conquered by that alone, but Louka also had the body of a Greek god. I claimed to be indifferent to physical attributes, but when Louka sent me a short film of himself sensually masturbating, whispering something I could not hear, and breathing with such a mounting desire, I couldn’t contain myself as I felt my clitoris begin to pulse.

I played the video over again as my fingers crept to my labia, dipping within to find myself incredibly wet; rubbing the juices over my labia lips as I stared at Louka’s exquisite manhood being stroked, my other hand now on my throbbing clit rubbing it in unison to Louka’s movements. His voice, his breathing, further exacerbated my approaching release, and when he gasped as he came, I too came in an incredibly forceful manner. I had to have him, and soon we entered into a joyous affair that was passionate yet rather conventional.

After one particularly memorable tryst, as we lay in spent wonderment, I told Louka about Marco, and about our vague plans of a threesome. In my encounters with other men since Marco, I always secretly judged them as potential threesome material, a reason I found them all lacking, but I knew now that Louka and Marco were a perfect pair. Rome meeting Athens, the republic vs the direct democracy, and I was the Ionian sea that would bring them together. I often fantasized picturing them together, talking business, food, sex. Louka would envy the younger Marco’s jetset life, while Marco would thoroughly enjoy Louka’s wit and refinement, not to mention his body.

I wanted to share Louka’s cock with Marco, so I reached out to him, knowing that his slutty side wanted to be taken. His incessant work schedule was always the major constraint and all of us lived in different cities, but I was bound and determined to try and make it work. The promise of a sexual experience he’d yet to have was my bait and it took three months for our stars to line up. Finally the three of us were able to convene in Montréal, in the old port. Two potential clients meeting a young exec in a bar. We had drinks, talked business. Then they surreptitiously followed me to my room.

In the elevator, both of them were kissing my neck, nibbling on my ears between whispered coos. I felt their desire pressing against my hips, each with a hand on a breast and the other on an ass cheek but they carefully avoided touching each other as if a dividing line ran along me. I myself was delirious with the attention but I was quite cognizant of their discomfort with each other which thrilled me to no end. I wanted to see these two men naked together.

In my initial threesome fantasies, I hoped to be DP’d, but I soon realized that my body physically would not allow that to happen. I watched double penetration porn and as much as I was turned onto the notion of it, another part of me was reviled by the objectifying of women, degrading them, making their pleasure irrelevant. I wanted to pursue the opposite: two men striving to please me. As I studied MFM porn, however, I realized that I reacted much more intensely to sexual encounters between two men. Gay porn was a turn-on but nothing compared to seeing two men being dominated by a woman into sexual acts. Anything like that turned me on beyond belief.

Once in my room, they enveloped me again and this time, as the passion built, they allowed themselves to touch, first by accident, then, as Marco moved between my legs on the bed, his hand reached up to caress Louka’s ass, as Louka knelt sideways before me, fondling my breasts as I stroked his lovely cock.

Seeing this act by Marco made my juices literally flow, which coincided with him sucking softly on my clit as his fingers began to churn those juices up further. I lost all inhibitions at this, moaning and bringing Louka’s majestic cock to my mouth, engulfing the head between my lips. I murmured to Marco to come to me; that I didn’t want to cum yet…to come kiss me. As he rose up and saw Louka’s shaft before me, he didn’t hesitate as I began to lick Louka’s purple knob. Marco joined in, our tongues touching, washing over Louka’s mushroom head, and the whole of my pussy throbbed like a big cartoon heart. With my hand on Louka’s shaft, I took half of it into my mouth sensually then released it, steering it to Marco, who repeated my action.

I whispered to him to keep sucking it, and he did, bobbing back and forth. Louka, looking down at all of this, was overcome with excitement, and warned that he was on the verge.

I whispered to Marco to kiss me as I squeezed the base of Louka’s shaft hard to negate his mounting orgasm. Not wanting to be left out, Louka lay down beside me on my right with Marco sandwiching me to my left, the three of us all exchanging kisses in a delicious melange of mouths and tongues.  Hands roamed my body as my own held their cocks, milking and squeezing them gently as to not cause any premature ejaculations. My mind swooned in delirium every time they leaned over me and kissed, knowing they were doing so as much for me as themselves.

Realizing this empowered me and I rose up, commanding Marco to lie across the bed with his head to the edge. As he did so, I straddled his face, instructing him to lick and suck my clit and then telling Louka to fuck my pussy. In no time I felt that wonderful cock filling me from behind. I was so wet that Louka’s lance would sometimes slip out, inadvertently ramming into Marco’s head. It was all incredibly exciting and I could feel my thighs shaking. With Marco’s tongue working my pleasure button and Louka’s vigorous thrusts filling me deeply, I realized my orgasm was impending as my groans turned to screams as my release coursed through me. I ground down on Marco’s face while pushing back to meet every thrust. I lost control exactly like I had been dreaming of losing control… nothing mattered anymore other than the pleasure these two young men were affording me. I was happy for the first time in years! I didn’t care about material things or ‘love’, I just wanted this freeing, sloppy, dirty sex.

And Marco’s face was indeed sloppy as I rolled off him. I grabbed my panties and started wiping his face, telling him he could keep them as a memento to remember this evening by. Louka bent down and started licking Marco’s face, to my utmost delight. I felt even more empowered that these two straight men were being swayed sexually by me towards one another.

I ordered Marco to slide across the bed so his butt was at the edge of the bed and to draw his legs back. He looked up at me in dread, but complied, and I praised him for being a good submissive, as I grabbed the lube off the nightstand and generously applied it to his anus, slipping my finger into him. As Louka circled around the bed, applying a condom as he did so, Marco whimpered, knowing full well what was to come. I told him that he should consider it punishment for his aloofness towards me these many months, but in the end, he would remember it as a gift. The gift throbbed before him, and I lubed Louka’s stiffness further. Louka’s eyes were full of lust and he grabbed Marco behind his knees, pushing back, raising his ass up as I guided his head to this virgin asshole. As I watched closely, Louka penetrated him slowly, and my pussy tightened as if he were penetrating me. A whimpering moan escaped from Marco, and I looked sharply at him and simply told him to “take it”. His eyes were pleading, his voice like a little boy as he murmured “yes”, before a cry of “Oh Gawd”, as Louka ran his full length into him.

Marco’s main fetish was to be face-sat, so I did so to console him, feeling his moans run into me with every thrust Louka took. Soon his tongue went to work as I gyrated upon him, my eyes locked with Louka’s as he pounded into Marco, his lust ever so palpable to me. I slapped at Marco’s cock back and forth before grabbing it forcefully, tugging at it hard in rhythm to Louka’s strokes as I humped his face in unison. Louka, taking this all in, blurted out that he was going to cum as he pounded hard into Marco, and I echoed his words, grinding down on Marco, convulsing and spasming with pleasure, watching Louka’s face turn into a grimace as he loudly pronounced his release with every thrust, and finally, Marco spurting hard, the first two landing on my torso, then a trail over his torso to my hand, as I could feel him grunting in release up through my pussy. I moaned in delirious joy at this triumvirate of ecstasy.

Louka collapsed down on the bed beside us, and I slowly rose up and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was happy. I knew we would be friends for a long time to come. (I would like to thank my friend Matt for his contribution and precious advice)