The Story of our first Threesome I’ve seen it in porn. I’ve..

The Story of our first Threesome I’ve seen it in porn. I’ve masturbated to it. I’ve cum fantasizing about it. I even half-jokingly suggested one for Luke for his birthday. It was always fun and exciting to think about. Until we met the right guy for and it was becoming real. The week leading to it, I was excited. I kept imagining possibilities at whatever time of the day and regardless of what I was doing. I made love with the fantasy in mind and even dreamed about it. But when the time finally came, I spent the entire day panicking, finding reasons to bail. We booked a suite in a fancy hotel with a magnificent rooftop bar. I put on my lingerie and a classy black dress. Red nails and red lipstick. High heels and purse. My husband dressed himself up, too; and we headed to the rooftop bar. My man was excited but I could feel my legs shaking as we approached the guy, in my head a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea. The guy was nice and friendly. If anything, his appearance did not match any of my standards of a prince charming. The thought of him touching my body made me nervous. After two cocktails, we headed to the room. As I took a shower with my husband, I was still wrestling with the thought of quitting. My husband snuggled with me on the bed, trying to ensure everything would be alright, while the other guy went to prepare himself. As I started to relax and melt into a long french kiss, I felt another pair of hand touching my skin. Eyes closed and mouth still in the act, I received the gentle caress with surprising calm. Soon I was in between two erected cocks - as my husband promised, his was VERY big. They took turn to take care of me, fondling and feeding me. The initial panic quietly retreated; I asked our third to put his condom on. In the whirlwind of leisure and thrill, I found myself riding him while my man observed from the sofa next to the bed. A feeling of guilt and pleasure engulfed me and released an inner tigress instinct. I jumped on top of the guy and took ownership of the situation. I felt his cock inside of me, rocking hard. It was not about being big or small - it’s just a stranger’s cock. My body instantly recognized that those shape and texture were not what I’m used to. With my husband patiently watching, the tension pushed me on the edge. As I rode myself to an exploding orgasm, my man suddenly rose and claimed me back. I felt his decisive grip, a manly note that brought passion to our sex life. He grabbed my hip, plucked me off the other guy, flipped me over, slid in and started making love to me even harder. From the one running the show, I became instantly dominated and it was an immense turn-on. The other guy quieted my loud moan with his cock. I could feel my back arching and my body shaking with every thrust they both gave. We switched. I rose on my hands and knees; my man’s cock filled my mouth while the other guy shoved his erection into me. The taste of my own juice on my man’s cock lingered deep in my throat. He pulled my hair; he knew I loved to have my hair pulled when sucking. The sexy taste of his cock was augmented as the other guy moved faster. Every move was strong yet tantalizing, the guy thrusted from behind, my man drove back from my mouth. The chain of motions when the three of us connected in pleasure ran like an electric current up and down my body. A familiar warm and creamy liquid streamed down my throat. I looked up to find my man trembling in pleasure as he jerked in sexiness into my mouth. I sucked off the last drops, swallowed everything so I could continue. I jumped on top of the other guy and rode him to orgasm. It did not take him long to finish off on my body. Two hours ago I was held back by fear but I was happy that such nonsense did not stop me from reaching this moment. I laid down with joy, satisfied with all the pleasure these two men gave me and proud that I made them come as I wanted.