Three Men, Three Ways

THREE MEN, THREE WAYS.

A couple of months ago Paul, my husband, and I were in bed together, resting after a pretty hot session, when he told me that he sometimes fantasised about watching me with another man and that one day he might let someone else have me. Now that might sound strange, him ‘letting' somebody have me, but he is very much the dominant partner in our relationship. I have a more subservient nature and I'll do pretty much whatever he wants, and gladly. I'd better explain that it doesn't mean that I want to be tied up and whipped, or anything like that, I'm not that sort of submissive. I just like him to take the lead and tell me what to do, or just do it anyway without asking. I can trust him because he knows me well enough not to force me into anything I couldn't cope with - and he's not usually very adventurous anyway. In fact I was surprised that he had even entertained such a fantasy, although perhaps I shouldn't have been because he does like to watch me using my vibrator.

I guess I'm probably inclined to be a bit kinkier than he is and I'll readily admit that I have sometimes wondered what another man would be like. In fact it was a dream of mine to have two or more men one after the other, which in a way kind of matched his fantasy. So even though I'd never actually looked elsewhere, if that's what he said he wanted me to do then I'd happily go along with it. But that had been a while ago and, as he'd never mentioned it again, I'd more or less forgotten about it - until last night.

There was a football game on the television yesterday evening and apparently it was an important one, so I went around to see a friend of mine while Paul had a couple of his workmates over to watch it. As far as I was concerned it was a good deal, I enjoyed a damn good gossip, a few glasses of wine and, most importantly, I avoided the football. Some of the gossip, it must be said, got a bit risqué and that had led to a chat about sex in general. You know the sort of thing, were we both getting enough, did our spouse like it kinky, and so on, although strangely enough even talking about kinky partners hadn't reminded me of Paul's fantasy. But the result of the conversation was that by the time I was walking back home I was as horny as hell and looking forward to a good session. The game was well over by the time I got home, but when I walked into our lounge I found myself confronted by two men I'd never met before, and Paul was nowhere to be seen. I guessed they were the friends he was on about and I tried to be polite, even though I'd expected that they'd be gone by then and I had other things on my mind. Empty beer bottles told the tale of their evening.

‘Hello.' I said, not knowing who I was talking to. ‘Where's Paul?'

‘He'll be back in a minute.' The taller and older of the two replied. ‘He's just gone upstairs.'

Even as he spoke I heard the elephant that is Paul thundering down the stairs and into the room behind me. He circled my waist with his arms and pulled me back towards him.

‘This is Lois, guys, my beautiful wife. Lois, meet Seb and Ryan.'

‘It's Sebastian really.' The younger, slimmer one advised me. ‘But I prefer Seb.'

‘Seb it is.' I agreed, leaning back into Paul's arms. His two friends were very different, Ryan, the older of the two by several years, was darker, heavier and a couple of inches taller, while Seb was fair haired and slim, and looked to be somewhere in his early twenties. They were very different, but equally good-looking

‘He said you were a stunner.' Ryan informed me, grinning. ‘And he was right.'

‘Oh, he's been talking about me has he?' I chuckled. ‘Well thank you, but are you sure you haven't had too many beers?'

It felt nice that Paul complimented me in my absence. I gave his hands a quick squeeze of thanks.

‘Oh, she's a stunner all right, and sexy with it.' His hands began wandering around my stomach, gently fondling me through my clothes. I could feel my arousal returning.

‘Stop it, Paul.' I whispered over my shoulder. ‘At least until your friends have gone. You're getting me going.'

He pushed himself against me from behind and his hands moved up until he was cupping my breasts in full view of Ryan and Seb. ‘What do you think you're doing to me?' He murmured back. I could feel his erection pressed against my bottom.

‘Behave Paul.' I protested, gasping with surprise. This was so unlike the usual Paul. But it felt unexpectedly good to be touched with others watching and I didn't want to complain too hard.

‘I am behaving.' He assured me quietly. ‘I'm behaving just how you like me to.'

The trouble was that my wine and their beers meant he was only too right. I sighed softly as he gently squeezed my breasts; half wanting to press my hands over his but not wanting to restrict his actions. I stared across at the others with my arms hanging passively by my sides, daring them to comment. But they were just watching silently as if too surprised and intrigued by Paul's actions to react.

For what seemed like ages we stood in a tableau, Paul massaging my breasts, with me meekly letting him and his friends just sitting and watching. And then, again without saying anything, he pulled my top clear of my jeans and pushed it up out of the way so that he could cup my breasts in my bra. I didn't care, I was turned on and the whole thing was adding to my impatience for later, especially when one finger on each hand found its way into my bra and stroked my nipples. Roll on the time when we were on our own, but meanwhile I was enjoying what was happening and feeling secure in Paul's presence.

‘Raise your arms.' He whispered.

My mouth suddenly went dry and my heart began to pound with excited fear. I could tell what he intended to do and the idea made me tremble with trepidation. But I did as I was told, standing still while he pulled my top over my head and tossed it to one side before I lowered my arms to let him unhook my bra as well and push it from my shoulders. As my bra fell away only his hands, returning to cover my breasts, stopped me being naked to the waist in front of two other men, men I didn't know. It was a hell of a thrill.

I stared defiantly at his workmates again, trying to look unconcerned by my state of dress. Ryan was looking maybe a little uncomfortable, but Seb gazed openly at the nipples I knew were showing between Paul's fingers. I could sense Paul looking over my shoulder and smiling as he deliberately showed me to his friends, squeezing my breasts and tugging at the nipples he'd got sandwiched between his fingers. I wondered how we were going to get rid of them now so that we could get down to it, unless he intended doing it in front of them. Maybe he did. Then I wondered if he was really going to embarrass me like that, or if he was just unexpectedly getting a kick himself from exposing his wife. It didn't matter because the illicit thrill I was feeling far exceeded any potential embarrassment, whatever he had in mind. In fact when he lowered his hands and placed them on my hips, allowing my breasts to be fully exposed to his friends, he gave me a bigger thrill than ever.

‘Ready to be fucked?' He whispered too quietly for anyone else to hear. In fact for a moment I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly myself, but that might have been from sheer surprise. It seemed he really was going to do it with his friends still present.

‘You know I am.' I replied, speaking just as softly. ‘As soon as they go.'

‘Don't you remember what we said about me watching you?' He asked with arousal very clear in his whisper. ‘Well tonight's the night, if they don't chicken out. I haven't told them yet, but I've dropped a couple of hints.'

I gasped in astonishment as his stated fantasy came back to me. He wasn't thinking of making love to me with his friends watching, he was going to let his friends make love to me instead while he watched. My mind was in a whirl, rebounding from sheer panic and disbelief to randy expectancy. Could I do it? Would they do it? I quickly looked at Ryan and Seb. I could see an eager intensity in their gazes that told me they had an idea at least that something was stirring. I don't think they'd actually heard what Paul had said, but they seemed to know. But even if they hadn't he soon gave them another hint when his hands found my belt buckle and unfastened it, pulling the two ends of my belt apart.

‘Want to see some more?' He asked them.

Ryan nodded and Seb said a hoarse ‘yes', both of them looking as though they weren't quite sure they believed what he'd said, but hoping they did. I jerked back with instinctive alarm, briefly grabbing at his hands to stop him going further before letting my hands drop and surrendering to his actions.

‘You know you want to.' He told me, gently kissing my ear.

I did want to, that was the problem. I wanted my husband to let me get a really good fucking right there and then. My only difficulty was that I'd never done it with anyone else before, and these men were relative strangers. I just wasn't sure I had the nerve. But then that's where my submissive side helped, I could just tamely let Paul start it and take the responsibility. I meekly allowed him to unfasten my jeans, pushing them down below my knees before hooking his fingers into my panties and pushing them down too. He crouched behind me and finished his task, working both over my feet so that Ryan and Seb were seeing me completely naked. Then he stood up behind me and held me by my arms, making sure I was facing his friends.

‘What do you think guys?' Paul asked, his voice husky. ‘Nice?'

He was asking for, and expecting, compliments on my body. My face went red at his words, but it still felt good that he thought I was worth it.

‘You okay with this?' Ryan asked me, looking uneasy.

I was pleased by his concern, but I honestly didn't mind being naked; in fact it was making me even hornier, ready for what Paul wanted to happen.

I nodded. ‘Yes.' I told him. ‘I'm fine with it. Do you like what you see?'

‘Beautiful.' Ryan agreed. ‘Just as long as you're happy.'

‘Whatever Paul is cool with, so am I.' I assured him, smiling sincerely. ‘If he wants you to see me, then I want it too.'

‘Good girl.' Paul's hands slid around me, cupping my breasts as if offering them to his friends.

‘Nice tits, don't you think?'

‘Very nice.' Seb told him. ‘You're a lucky man.'

‘You can have a feel of them if you like.'

I knew where things were headed and I wanted them to, but I still felt my body instinctively jerk with shock. Paul quickly grabbed my arms again, forcing me to stand and face his friends.

‘Let it happen.' He murmured in my ear. ‘You'll like it.'

I knew I'd like it; in fact I was so bloody horny I would have agreed to nearly anything. I genuinely wanted my boobs felt, and played with, and sucked and squeezed - and whatever else the two men wanted to do. I silently nodded my willing consent, and then I simply stood waiting for their hands to touch me, anxious but excited at the same time.

But it was Ryan and Seb's turn to hesitate. Both of them took a half pace forward and then stopped, looking at Paul and me as if to check that they hadn't misunderstood.

‘Go on.' Paul encouraged them. ‘Have a good feel and tell me what you think.' I couldn't see his face but I could hear his breathing. He was as turned on as I was.

Ryan was the first to step up close, his hand closing over my breast and squeezing gently. Seb followed, reaching out so that he could enclose my other one, his thumb finding and rubbing at my nipple. I couldn't help but gasp with the sheer weirdness of it. There I was, stark naked, being held out by my own husband so that other men could play with my breasts. It was kinky, but such a turn on, especially when Ryan gripped my nipple and pulled on it.

‘Well?' Paul asked. ‘Are they good, or are they good?'

‘They're more than just good.' Ryan told him, making me gasp by tugging at the nipple until it slipped from his grip.

‘Turning you on, is she?' Paul asked from over my shoulder.

‘Oh yes,' Seb grinned at him, his hand cupping and lifting my breast.

‘What about you?' He asked me. ‘Is this getting to you too?'

It was, the idea that he wanted his friends to have me was working its magic. ‘Very much.' I told him truthfully.

‘Would you like them to do something about that?' He asked, purposely letting them hear him.

‘Yes, anything.' I replied, meaning it.

‘So, would you like to have her?' He asked them. ‘I mean all the way?'

Both Seb's and Ryan's eyes widened as they suddenly understood what was happening.

‘You want us to screw her?' Seb exclaimed, his hand instinctively jerking away from my breast.

‘If she wants you to.' Paul answered, and then asked me. ‘Do you?'

There was only one answer he wanted to hear, and that was the only one I wanted to give. After all it was playing directly to that fantasy of mine to have multiple lovers as well as his fantasy to watch. ‘Yes.' I told him.

‘So, do you want her?' He asked them.

‘What do you think?' Seb replied enthusiastically, answering for both of them. ‘Of course we do.' He put his hand back on me.

‘Yes, but only if Lois says she really wants us to.' Ryan was a little more cautious, even though his voice sounded just as eager. I guess he was being careful that there wouldn't be any come back.

‘I really want it.' I reassured him. ‘In fact I can't wait.'

There was more truth in that than I'd have been willing to admit. Since Paul had whispered what he wanted I'd become more and more enthralled by the idea. Three men meant three cocks, and that sounded so good.

‘We'd better go upstairs then.' Paul told us all.

I went up first, deliberately taking the lead so that they could all look at me from behind. I was doing more now than just entering into Paul's game, I was actually encouraging it.

When I got to our bedroom I was in for another surprise. Our bed had been stripped of duvet and pillows so that it was just a flat platform, ready for sex. Now I suddenly understood why Paul had been upstairs when I first arrived home. He'd obviously already decided to share me with his friends and had got things ready in advance. I don't know if either of them quite understood the implication of Paul's preparedness, but if they did they didn't let it show. I climbed onto the bed and turned to face them, kneeling with my legs wide apart and a smile of welcome on my face.

‘You see.' Paul announced. ‘She really does want it.'

‘So, come on guys, let's see what you've got for me.' I was getting more and more excited.

‘You heard the lady, let's get ready.' Paul began to undress and, after only a few seconds uncertainty, so did Seb and Ryan.

I was already familiar with Paul's body of course, and so it was the other two that held my attention, especially Seb with his smooth skinned slight physique that made his slender, circumcised erection seem somehow longer. Ryan was a man's man, dark, large, hirsute and muscular, and equipped with the sort of cock that made me long to get started. He was big, not stupidly big, not the sort of foot long weapon that people seem to think gives women more pleasure, but even at half mast it was noticeably longer and thicker than the average. The impending variety was making my mouth water, as well as other parts.

‘Come to the edge.' Paul indicated with his hand.

I shuffled to the side of the bed, kneeling in front of him.

‘Show them how good you are with your mouth.' He instructed.

I reached out to take his cock and guide it to my mouth, but he turned away.

‘Not on me, stupid.' There was amusement in his voice, knowing he had fooled me. ‘Guests always come first.'

Was there a double entendre in that? I wasn't sure. I looked around for whichever of the others was within range and both of them stepped closer. I did the obvious thing, taking one cock in each hand and playing with them gently while pretending to choose.

It wasn't difficult, I chose Ryan's. Releasing Seb's somewhat reluctantly I leaned forward to Ryan's semi hard cock instead, propping myself on one hand and guiding it into my mouth with the other, licking and sucking it until I felt it expand and lengthen to full erection in my mouth. I looked up at Paul, seeing him smiling happily down at me and grinned back at him around Ryan's cock. I was doing as he wanted, giving him the kind of sight he wanted and enjoying myself at the same time. What could be better?

For a several minutes I sucked Ryan's cock, letting my tongue swirl around its head, then listening to his grunts of pleasure as I took it as far into my mouth as I could, until eventually I could tell that he was getting close to coming. I didn't want that, I wanted his cock fucking me when he came, shooting his load inside my pussy, and so I pulled clear, looking up at Paul for direction.

‘Good girl.' He told me. ‘You shouldn't spend all your time on one, there are two more yet.' That was nice to know.

I turned towards Seb, who was pushing closer in excited anticipation, guiding his slimmer cock into my mouth. I must admit that of the two I did prefer Seb's slim circumcised penis to Ryan's extra girth and long foreskin, but I didn't let my preference show. I did exactly the same with his as I had with Ryan's, taking it deep into my mouth, licking its head, sucking hard as if it were a lollipop and stroking his shaft with my fingertips. I loved it. Soon I could tell by Seb's reactions that he too could feel his climax approaching and so, with some regret, I released him to, turning towards my husband to do the same for him.

‘Finish me.' He ordered as I sealed my lips over his familiar cock.

I looked up at him in surprise. He doesn't usually want me to blow him to the end, preferring to be taken close, as I had with the others, and then to fuck me. Although sometimes he'll let me take him to climax and swallow his cum so that we can have a long lazy session afterwards until he's ready again. I hadn't thought that this would be one of those times.

‘I'm not going to do it, they are.' He clarified. ‘And I want to watch them doing it.'

I remembered then, that was his fantasy, to see me simply being taken by someone else rather than joining in. I didn't mind too much, I could see by the looks on Ryan and Seb's faces that they were only too eager. I wouldn't go without; I would get the fucking that I was desperate for from them. I began to suck my husband's cock, looking forward to a mouthful of cum and highly aware that other men, complete strangers before tonight, would be watching me getting it.

I'm used to blowing Paul of course. He's usually pretty quick to come the first time, which is why we so often do it at the beginning of a session, just to slow him down. It didn't take long to settle into my usual rhythm, wanking his shaft with one hand in time to my tongue circling his glans. I heard his breathing deepen and I knew I'd got it right.

A movement in the corner of my eye made me glance sideways to catch Seb unhurriedly playing with himself as he watched us. I looked the other way too, both of them were watching hungrily, waiting their turn with me. That is something I'd never experienced before, but the thought that men were quite literally queuing up to use me made my heart pound eagerly. If only Paul would let the queue be longer.

I was brought back to reality by Paul clamping his hand on the back of my head and starting to gently thrust his cock into my mouth. He doesn't do that often, only when he feels he needs to assert his control, and I guess this was one of those times. I don't mind, in fact I like it, I love the sensation of his cock pushing into my mouth and being unable to stop it. I also love it because I know it's a sign of his imminent climax. I readied myself for the flood of cum.

He tastes good, he really does. His cum gushed into my mouth in long heavy spurts, thick, slippery and tasty. I loved it, I loved the knowledge that I was giving him pleasure, and I loved having to hurriedly swallow one spurt just to make ready for the next, even though his thrusting cock made me spill a little out of the side of my mouth. At least his friends would know he was coming for real and that the heavy groans he was making weren't fake. I even loved licking his spent cock clean until it slipped limply from between my lips and he staggered away on trembling legs.

‘Okay, she's yours.' He gasped to the others. ‘Who's going first?'

I knelt there on the bed while they had a hurried consultation about who would be first to fuck me, neither of them apparently fancying a sloppy second. I didn't care, I just needed fucking. I looked to my husband to settle it.

‘You go first Ryan.' He decided, still breathless. ‘If she can take your dick, that is.'

‘Oh, I can take it.' I assured them with a smile. A large cock was just what I needed.

Seb didn't look too happy, but that was one of those things. ‘Don't worry; I'll make sure it's good for you too.' I told him.

‘Lie down then.' Paul instructed me. ‘Let me see him have you.'

I did as I was told, laying in the middle of the bed and opening my legs as wide as I could, wanting them all to see my soaking wet pussy.

‘I'm ready.' I told them, and I was ready - very ready.

Ryan positioned himself between my legs, lining himself up before leaning over me on one hand, the other guiding his cock toward my pussy. I looked up at Paul, just a little anxious about him seeing me with another man's cock entering me, but he was watching avidly, his tired cock already twitching sluggishly back to life.

Ryan's size didn't matter; my pussy was wet and willing, waiting for his cock, or any other cock for that matter. He lowered himself on top of me, his tip sliding down my slit until it found the entrance, and then simply slipped inside. I heard myself groan with pleasure as he pushed it deep inside me, filling me with hot hard cock. I looked for Paul, wanting his approval, but he had moved almost out of sight to sit on the edge of the bed near my feet, where he could more easily see Ryan going into me. He looked up and smiled when he spotted me looking around, and that smile was all I needed to let me relax and enjoy Ryan's cock.

Having pushed himself right up inside me Ryan shuffled closer and began to thrust, pulling right back and plunging into me, slowly and carefully at first, as if unsure of himself, but then with more force and speed as he gained in confidence. It was as if he couldn't believe that a man would share his wife, but he was determined to get the most out of the experience when he discovered it was so. I quite liked it that way, his gentle start building to a hard, almost cruel fucking. It was exactly what I required and I just wrapped my arms around him and hung on for the ride, listening to him breathing harshly in my ear. The rest of the world, including my husband, ceased to exist for me as I was whirled away in a maelstrom of sex.

I had been so turned on ever since I'd arrived home that I felt myself building to a climax almost immediately that Ryan's cock slid home into me and before he had even reached full speed I was already on that wonderful road to orgasm. Every time he thrust himself into my pussy my orgasm came closer, until suddenly it was there and I cried out beneath him, jerking and thrashing, my pussy pushing up to meet his plunging cock.

That first climax was a short and fierce release, and would normally have left me a panting and trembling heap on the bed, but Ryan simply ignored it, ploughing on, his thrusts becoming ever more powerful and rapid, and I was left with no option but to ride it out. Not that it mattered, of course, because almost as soon as my body had begun to get over my first climax, there was a second one on the horizon.

This one built more slowly, it was heavier and more solid, if that makes sense, and took it's time to arrive. It was like a fire, a kind of magma of sensations building inside my pelvis, fuelled by Ryan's cock driving into my pussy. I was gasping and moaning with pleasure long before it arrived, gripping my lover's back with fingers like talons and clutching him to me with my legs wrapped around him. I could tell that he too was getting closer to coming, his breathing was becoming quick harsh gaps, his thrusts were becoming erratic and his fingers, like mine, were gripping my shoulders much harder than before.

We came together, my orgasm finally triggered when he rammed himself hard into me, pushing and shoving his cock in as far as he could so that that first spurt of his cum went as deep as he could get it. The feel of that first spurt tipped me over the edge and my climax erupted, sending those wonderfully familiar hot sensations spiralling out through my nervous system, making my toes curl, my head tip back and my hands turn into steel hooks raking his back. If I'd thought my first orgasm was fierce, then this one was twice that, and it must have been just as ferocious for Ryan too, because we smashed into each other, our bodies colliding, both of us calling out as his cum flooded into me, lost in ecstasy as we came together. It seemed as if it would never end, one surge of pure pleasure following another, each bringing a gasp of joy from my throat. But of course it did, for both of us, his thrusts becoming weaker and more spasmodic until finally they ceased altogether just as the waves breaking through me slowly subsided into nothingness. He crumpled in a heap on top of me, his cock still embedded in my pussy, while I sprawled out underneath him, both of us breathless and spent with limbs of lead and bodies shining with a post orgasmic sweat.

‘Now that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.'

Paul's voice seemed to come out of nowhere. I'd completely forgotten he was watching me getting fucked, and it took his sudden comment to bring me back to reality. I guess the same applied to Ryan, for he looked up as if in surprise and rolled to the side, exposing my hot skin to the cool air of the bedroom, and to the gazes of the two other men. I gazed up at Paul, still sitting on the edge of the bed but leaning back between my feet and looking down at me - and still wearing a smile, but this time one of satisfaction.

‘I loved watching that.' He grinned happily and then asked. ‘How do you feel?'

I wasn't sure if he meant physically or how I felt about what Ryan and I had just done, but it didn't matter because the answer was just the same. ‘I feel wonderful.' I told him, beaming with pleasure.

‘Good.' He nodded with satisfaction. ‘But don't forget Seb, you can't leave him out.'

‘I've no intention of.' I promised him, looking round to where Seb sat and giving him a smile of reassurance. ‘But give me a minute to get my breath back.'

‘No rush. I'm not in a hurry to get my cock coated with Ryan's cream.' Seb told us. ‘So wait until its run out a bit.'

His reaction surprised us all, especially me. I'd been looking forward to the contrast between the big thick cock belonging to Ryan and Seb's long slender one. I was lying with my legs apart, and I could feel cum trickling from me and running down my crack. Ryan had well and truly emptied his balls into me.

‘It might be a while.' I told him, hoping to persuade him to change his mind. ‘Judging by the amount that Ryan pumped into me.'

‘Don't you want her?' Paul asked in disbelief. I could see he was looking at Seb's erection, still long and very hard, and feeling unable to comprehend.

‘Yes.' Seb told him. ‘It's just that I don't want to get covered in another man's cum.'

‘And I don't want to wait.' I told him, getting impatient.

‘There is another way.' Seb ventured a little uncertainly.

We all looked at him and waited, wondering what he had in mind. I wondered if he wanted to wear a condom to avoid Ryan's cum that way. I hoped not, I liked the feel of bare cock.

‘Well she's had cum in two of her holes, why don't I finish the job and fill the third?'

For a few blank seconds we all looked at him and wondered what the hell he meant, but then I understood. ‘You want to try anal sex?' I asked.

‘Yes, why not?'

The easiest answer to why not was that I'd never done it before. I've already said that Paul was not particularly adventurous, and that was one adventure he'd never taken me on. I looked sharply at him, wondering what he would say. He gazed back at me, saying nothing but obviously thinking hard. I tried to look noncommittal, not wanting to effect his decision. I quite liked the idea, it would tick another box on my ‘to do' list, but it all depended on if Paul would let me. It would only happen if he wanted it to, regardless of what I thought. Eventually after what seemed like ages he made his decision.

‘Yes, why not? Just take it easy, that's all.'

‘Guaranteed.' Seb nodded. At least he seemed to be experienced in that field - I hoped.

‘Get me the spray you use with your vibes.' Paul instructed me, watching as I swung my legs from the bed and went over to the nightstand. I don't have a large selection of toys, but what I do have I like to keep handy. I picked out the aerosol of lube spray and handed it to Paul.

‘Good girl.' He took the spray can. ‘Now lie on the bed and put a pillow under your bottom.'

I did as I was told, flat on my back with my middle raised on the pillow and my legs wide apart. As I waited I did wonder for a moment if Seb's stated aversion to sloppy seconds wasn't just an excuse to take me anally, but if it was I didn't care, I was looking forward to it.

Paul then took hold of an ankle and signalled for Ryan to do the same so that they could pull my legs right back and wide open. I must have looked a rare sight, displaying my leaking pussy and my waiting anus in the most flagrant way possible. I jumped when Paul shot a burst of cold lubricant spray all over my crack, even though I was expecting it.

‘She's ready.' He told Seb, handing him the aerosol. ‘Just give yourself a good coating of this.'

I was ready, but Paul still hadn't consulted me before giving me over to Seb I noticed. I peered between my legs as Seb sprayed his cock with lube and gently spread it along his shaft with his hand. Now Seb was ready too.

‘Take it slow.' I begged him. ‘This is my anal cherry you're taking.'

Seb smiled at my expression and knelt in position, spreading his knees wide to bring himself level. ‘Don't worry, I'll be gentle.' He assured me, the tip of his cock sliding down my crack until it found the dimple surrounding my back door. ‘Ready?' He asked.

I nodded, a little bit scared but a lot excited. He placed his hands around my thighs and smiled excitedly down at me. But he didn't thrust it straight in, thankfully, instead he kind of just leaned on me, not shoving with his pelvis or pulling with his hands, but just letting his weight push himself against me. I felt the tip of his cock press against me and my sphincter begin to open for him. It was such a strange and exciting feeling that I gasped out loud, and he instantly stopped.

‘Are you all right.' He asked, thinking he had hurt me.

‘Yes, oh yes.' I promised him. ‘It's just that I've never had anyone there before. Please don't stop, it's nice.'

I suppose I was saying it was nice before I'd had the chance to really find out, but I just knew that it would be. My heart was pounding with the thrill of what was happening and I wanted more.

Seb realigned himself and pushed himself against me once more. This time I managed not to react to the weirdly exciting feel of him guiding himself through my anus. My sphincter slowly opened to his pressure and then the head of his cock kind of popped in all of a sudden. I'd never felt anything like it. I can't describe it, but it was nice, weird but nice.

‘Okay?' Seb asked. I could hear excitement in his voice.

I nodded eagerly. ‘Yes. Keep going.'

He tentatively pushed himself in a little further, paused, and then a little more, until I felt his body press against me and I knew I had the full length of his cock inside me. He paused again, perhaps to let us both get used to the sensations, and then pulled back, stopping with his cock head just inside me.

‘Do you want me to come inside you there?' He asked.

The question threw me. I'd never thought about it, not expecting anything else and certainly not wanting anything else, and for a moment or two I just knelt there in confusion. It was Paul who answered for me, taking charge as always.

‘Yes.' He told Seb. ‘She wants your load up there. She's got three holes, and then she'll have had a man come in each of them. Three cocks in three holes, and that's what she wants.'

He was right, of course. It was what I wanted, although I'd not thought about it in those terms. It was, I suspected, also what Paul wanted to happen, regardless of my wishes. I didn't mind that, it lifted the responsibility from my shoulders and, as I have said earlier, I love him to decide what is done to me. Now I knew what was going to happen I wondered what it would feel like when he shot his load into my rectum. I shivered deliciously at the thought.

Seb seemed happy to take Paul's word for my approval because now he moved over on top of me, propping himself on his arms to each side of me and began to thrust into me properly. It did feel good, each thrust taking him right up inside me, impaling me on his cock. Paul and Ryan sat on the bed beside us, each of them still holding one of legs back out of the way, and in Ryan's case, sliding his free hand gently down the back of my thigh, reminding me of their presence. I looked sideways at them in turn and saw them both with excited glints in their eyes as they watched me losing my anal virginity. I knew there was a similar glint in mine as well.

Seb had set up a lovely rhythm now, driving his cock right up inside me, slowly at first but then more and more quickly and more and more vigorously, until eventually he was fucking me there as hard as anyone ever fucked my pussy. I soon began to feel the first signs of another climax. With each thrust I could feel my sphincter gripping round his shaft, almost as if I was wanking him, and I knew it wouldn't take him long to come. It was an exquisite sensation though, and it was also helping me on my way, along with the gloriously naughty feeling of having his cock sliding in and out of my rectum.

My climax was getting closer, and so was Seb's. His irregular breathing and the contorted expression on his face were telling me he was close to coming too. He hammered at me, slamming himself into me, faster, harder, more erratically. Suddenly he rammed forward, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning deep in his throat. His cock jerked inside me and he was there, flooding me with his cum. That did it for me too. The fabulous sensation when a man came inside my rectum for that very first time got me there too and I exploded into another enormous orgasm. The sensations surged through me again, lighting up every nerve in my body, turning my muscles to jelly and my brain to mush. Time after time he thrust hard up me, groaning and twitching each time, spurting cum into my rectum, and each time I cried out my delight, until finally he gave one last groan and slumped on top of me, his cock slipping wetly from my anus. I felt wonderful. I looked to each side, catching sight of both Paul and Ryan still watching silently, transfixed with what they had seen. I smiled weakly, licking dry happy lips and listening to Seb gasping in my ear. I wasn't sure if it was his heart or mine I could hear thumping away, but it felt good to have him draped over me, spent and empty. I'd never felt so happy, I'd just had three men in three ways, and with my husband's consent.

Suddenly Seb crumpled to one side and so I made a beeline for the bathroom, not sure how much of a cleanup I needed and not wanting to mark my own bed. When I returned I found both Seb and Ryan dressing, I looked at them enquiringly, surprised by their actions.

‘We ought to be going.' Ryan told me. ‘We didn't expect to be this late and we've work in the morning.'

I smiled, knowing a bad attack of guilt when I saw one. Perhaps they were feeling that they'd taken advantage now that they'd cooled down, or had been taken advantage of, which was probably more accurate, or maybe they were anxious how Paul and I would react now that it was over. They needn't have worried; I could tell by the contented look on Paul's face that neither he nor I were ever going to complain. But I didn't really mind them leaving - Paul had not begun to dress and I could see by the hard-on he was sporting that he hadn't finished for the evening. I was, it seemed, going to get a sexy session with my husband after all. Obviously Paul wasn't too worried about having sloppy seconds with me, whichever hole he chose.

But even so, I didn't want his friends to go away wishing it hadn't happened.

‘Okay, if you really have to go.' I told them, trying to sound more disappointed than the promise of Paul's cock was really letting me feel. ‘But, thank you for this evening it was fantastic, and we mean that, don't we Paul?'

‘Very much.' He assured them. ‘It's been the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and so thank you from me too.'

Impulsively I went across, still naked, and kissed them both. The one and only time I kissed either of them that night, and it made me smile that they both threw a quick glance in Paul's direction before kissing me back.

After he'd shown them out Paul came back into the bedroom, shrugged off the robe he had donned to go downstairs in, and looked at me with a smile on his face. ‘Don't you think you ought to give your husband a kiss as well?' He asked.

I walked towards him, but he held up a hand to stop me.

‘No, I think we should be on the bed first, don't you?'

I nodded and climbed onto the bed, thinking about what had gone on there. ‘Is it ever likely to happen again?' I asked him, hoping.

‘Only if you're very good.' He answered with a grin, not specifying what I should be good at.