It Started in January

I don’t know if he was aware I could see the tip of his penis but it was clearly oozing silvery pre-cum. I was beside myself with raging lust. Ted wasn’t there to help me, but Michael was. The mad craving I was feeling was making me dizzy, and as if it was someone else and at a great distance, I heard my self cry out, “For God’s sake, fuck me Michael.”

I seemed to be in a dream world. I felt The Thing ripped off me and hands were fondling my breasts as I was urged down onto the divan. I could hear Michael’s voice; “Kate…oh Kate…I want you so badly,” and my own voice responding, “Fuck me Michael…please fuck me deep.”

I’m not sure now whether I opened my legs to receive him of whether he parted them, but the next thing he was over me struggling to enter. I remember taking hold of his penis and guiding him in, and the loud groan as he felt himself slide into me.

“Kate…Kate…you’re so tight…so warm and wet…”

“Don’t hold back Michael…don’t hold…aaaah…oh my God…”

I was coming as he beat into me ever more urgently; shock waves went through me, jerking my body as I wrapped my legs round him and with his hands pulling on my buttocks, we fought to get him deep into me.

I felt the force of his semen burst into me and I was screaming, “Deeper…deeper.”

I only had one orgasm instead of the usual two or three, but what an orgasm! It shook me in violent and agonisingly delicious waves. I think I was pleading with him not to stop, but suddenly he gave a tremendous thrust as he made his final ejection.

I clung onto him crying out, “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me,” and he stayed while I went through the racking aftershocks following my climax. I eventually cooled down and was lying there with Michael still in me and fondling my breasts when I got another shock.

A voice said, “That was fantastic.”

I was horrified; it was Ted. I now saw him standing there looking at us, but Michael seemed to be strangely unperturbed. I tried to get him out of me, but he hung on to me.

I tried to speak but words would not come, and then at last Michael pulled out of me and sat up.

Ted spoke again, “That was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever seen.”

I found my voice. “Ted…I…I was so…and you weren’t…”

Michael spoke, “Was that all right, Ted?”

“All right!” laughed Ted, “It was bloody fantastic mate…better than I’d ever hoped.”

I was utterly disorientated. Ted had seen me betraying him with another man and he was laughing and seemed to be in no way troubled.

“Ted…what are you saying?…I…”

Then it hit me like another shock wave; the thing he had often said when we were making love. “God I’d like to see you being fucked by someone.”

I had thought those words were only a fantasy inspired by the fever of the moment, but now I began to realise that he had really meant them. He had wanted to see me being taken by another man; had wanted to see another man having the pleasure of my body.

I sat up and said very quietly, “Ted, you set this up didn’t you?” He knew that my quiet voice usually preceded an outburst and he said, “Now don’t get angry sweetheart; you enjoyed it didn’t you? I could see you did.”

He had me there; I had certainly enjoyed it and I knew damned well that if Ted hadn’t turned up and Michael was willing and able, I’d have enjoyed some more of it with him. I tried to remain the injured self-righteous betrayed little wife, but it didn’t work. I almost whimpered, “You won’t want me after this.”

To my amazement both the men laughed and Ted said, “That’s what you think, Kate, I only hope you’ve got the energy to cope with two sex maniacs for the rest of this week. Move over Michael, it’s my turn.

Michael got off the divan and flopped down, still naked, in an armchair. Ted came over to me and pushed me down on the divan, and this time there was no doubt about who was doing what. He tore off his shorts to reveal an erection that if anything was more urgent than Michael’s had been. He pulled my legs apart and as I lay unresisting he came over me and entered.

There must have been a real melange of sperm and lubricant in me, but it didn’t seem to bother Ted. “I could fuck you stupid,” he murmured, but having watched Michael and I fucking he was so worked up he couldn’t hold back. I had another orgasm as he pounded into me, filling my already flooded vagina with his semen until it was flowing out of me.

If I thought the morning’s shocks and revelations were over, I was wrong. Unusually for him Ted did not stay with me while I climbed down from my orgasm, but withdrew, and before I knew it Michael was in me again. Clearly they were both sparking off each other and I was getting the electric shocks.

By now I was unable to do anything but submit – not unwilling – to what they were doing to me, but when Michael finished and Ted took over again I was beginning to wonder if this shuttle service would go on all day.

Perhaps fortunately, when Ted finished and this time hung on to see me through an orgasm the two men seemed to be temporarily sated. I and the divan were in a terrible mess, with sperm and lubricant all over the place. It was time for some talking.

“Look at the bloody mess you guys have got me into, and Ted, what the hell is going on? I’m not just some street slut you’ve picked up, I’m your wife. You’ve always said you love me, so why are you doing this?”

“Kate, Kate, I’ve already asked you, did you enjoy it?”

He bloody well knew I’d enjoyed it but I still tried to play the injured party.

“Why…why have you done this, and done it such a sneaky way? If Michael had wanted sex with…”

“You’d have agreed, Kate? I don’t think so, not even if I’d asked you to. And as to why, well, all right, say I’m warped, but I’ve always wanted to see you being fucked by someone else…wanted to see what it looked like. It was almost like seeing myself fucking you…enjoying you.”

I wasn’t at all sure I’d have enjoyed it if the situation had been reversed and I’d watched Ted fuck some other woman, but one thing was for sure, watching Michael and I had certainly worked Ted up, and then in turn Michael watching Ted and I had got him raging hot again.

“You said something about me coping with the two of you for the rest of the week, did you mean that seriously?”

“Of course, if you’re agreeable. We could have some wonderful times.”

I looked aver at Michael and asked, “And you go along with this?”

“If you want me too, Kate,” he replied.

I looked at Ted again and he was gazing at me eagerly.

“All right,” I said, “just for the week.”

Michael made a move towards me and I could see he was ready and willing again, so I protested, “Not right now; we’re going to clean up first, and then we’ll see.”

The two of them must have been eager because they helped scrub the divan; have you got any idea how difficult it is to remove a mixture of sperm and vaginal fluid from a well soaked divan?

Having done our best and placed a sheet over the offending wet patch, we headed for the shower. Since we had two showers we could have split up, but the guys weren’t having that. They crowded into the shower recess with me and we started to wash each other. Michael made great play of washing the sperm out of my vagina while Ted concentrated on my breasts - always a great favourite with him. Meanwhile I washed their penises and in the midst of this Michael decided he couldn’t wait, and with Ted helping to support me he took me in the shower.

That was followed by more washing out of semen and penis cleansing.

I thought that an interval might now take place, but no; between them I was carried back to the divan.

There now took place what might be described as a division of labour. Michael started by concentrating on the bottom half of me and Ted took over the top half. I felt Michael open my legs and then his tongue was licking my vagina. Ted alternated between deep kissing me and fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples.

I was out in space again and responding to their stimulating by having two orgasms before either of them had penetrated me. After a while Ted and Michael changed places and Michael began kissing me, and I could taste and smell myself on his face. Then Michael brought his penis up to my mouth and I took in his shaft, licking and sucking it.

I was in the middle of my second orgasm when he came. I was so busy with my own agonies I couldn’t focus enough to swallow and his sperm was filling my mouth and flowing out.

Once Michael had finished he flopped down beside me and Ted came over me and penetrated. I couldn’t remember a time when he had fucked me so deep and hard before, struggling to get every last millimetre into me. I swear he nearly got his testicles in as well.

I was yelling and screaming with another orgasm as he filled me up, groaning and moaning as he fired into me. If my theory about there being more chance of getting pregnant if sexual intercourse was frequent was right, I should have been due for quintuplets given the amount of sperm those two had pumped into me that morning.

As usual Ted hung on until I had finished, then withdrew and dropped down on the other side of me. That was it for the time being. All three of us were exhausted by our activities, but even then Ted was still fondling a breast and Michael was moving his finger in my flooded sex organ.

After a while Michael got up and staggered to his bedroom and presumably went to sleep. Ted said to me, “Come on sweetheart, have another shower and I’ll clean you up.”

Actually Ted has always cleared out the sperm from my vagina rather tenderly, if anything more tenderly and carefully than Michael. It was lovely feeling him gently massaging the cocktail of juices out of me, and I’ve always enjoyed washing his penis, partly because it would often get him going again and I’d get a another fucking.

Not this time though - or at least, not immediately. We went off to bed and I dropped off to sleep curled into Ted like a child, with as usual, his hand holding my breast.

I don’t know how long I slept for, but I was awakened by Ted. I now had my back to him and his penis was between my legs and probing for my vaginal entrance. He slipped in and began to slowly move up and down in me. I just lay there enjoying him being in me. We stayed together for a very long time.

I had a couple of orgasms, but they were those very quiet ones you get when, the wilder passions having been abated, you get those orgasms that just drag a gentle whimper out of you.

Ted too, when he finally came, did not thrust up and down in me, but pulled me tight to him, just letting his sperm pump into me as he lay still. It was lovely and we went off to sleep again still with his penis in my vagina.

When I next woke up Ted was still asleep so I left the bed quietly and not wanting to shower again I simply removed his sperm at the wash basin. I then went into the kitchen to make myself a drink, and in the midst of this Michael came in.

We were both still naked and I could see he was ready for another coupling. Nothing was said, and he lifted me up onto the corner of the kitchen bench and with my legs wide open he entered me. For some time he just let his shaft stay still in me as he fondled my breasts and we looked into each other’s eyes.

I began to feel that it was quite possible for me to not only lust for, but also to love two men. Michael clinched this when he said, “Kate, I’m falling in love with you and I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep away from you now.”

I kissed him and said, “Don’t worry, you may not have to do without me, so just enjoy me now.”

He began a gentle rocking motion, moving his penis only travelling a short distance up and down my tunnel. I continued to kiss him and stroke his face and hair as his hand caressed my breasts and pressed my nipples.

Suddenly he gave a sort of grunting sigh, pushed in deep, and released his sperm into me. It was a very serene ejaculation and wonderful. In that moment I knew I wanted both of them, two lovers. I felt secure in Ted, but dreaded the thought of losing Michael.

Michael gave another sigh, stayed in me for a while, and then withdrew. I had not had an orgasm, but I felt marvellously at peace; I was loved and desired by two fervent men.

Not surprisingly the session with Michael ended the action for that day. I could have taken more, but the men must have run out of seminal supplies and even these two lusty hunks couldn’t replace it that quickly.

Once more I cleaned a batch of male love juice out of my vagina and actually managed to make some tea and since we hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it was now late in the afternoon I put together a somewhat scrappy meal.

Ted came out to the kitchen and we sat at the table to eat. Given the situation I was puzzled about domestic arrangements for the remainder of Michael’s stay with us. For the rest of the week it seems that Michael was to be accepted as my lover with Ted’s approval. Supposing Michael wanted to spend the night with me or me with him?

If I did spend a night with Michael, would that change Ted’s attitude? On the other hand, it had been Ted who set this whole thing up, so it would serve him right if he was made jealous or felt deprived.

As we ate I sat mulling over the problem and decided that Ted, as my husband, should be the sole occupier of my nightly bed and my vagina at night. If Michael and Ted wanted me during the day it would be open country. I said nothing and waited to see how things turned out.

When we went to bed that night, not unexpectedly, Ted didn’t approach me for sex. He did, however, go to sleep as usual pulled up against me with one hand on a breast. Next morning it was different. His sperm count must have been rejuvenated during the night because he was all over me as soon as I woke up.

He’d no sooner finished, and having given me a couple of orgasms, and I’d had a shower, than Michael came on the scene. There was no mistaking the fact that he had woken up horny as well.

After breakfast Ted considerately announced that he just had to get the boat ready for the day’s fishing and left Michael I me alone. It was the divan again with Michael taking me twice in quick succession.

Ted came in at the start of the second penetration and sat watching us. After the events of the previous day I was not in the least disconcerted by his presence, and in fact it seemed to make me even more receptive to Michael’s activity.

When we had finished Ted once more expressed his delight as seeing us copulating, saying it was beautiful. He made no attempt to take me, and simply announced that he was ready to go fishing.

Michael said he would just need a few minutes to clean himself up, meaning of course his penis. When he’d finished both men kissed me and left for their fishing; it was another vagina cleansing for me. I must say, the sex was wonderful, but the vagina washing was becoming tedious.

I set about some domestic tasks and unusually for me, I went about them singing. I was feeling wonderfully female and desirable. I wondered for how long the novelty of the situation would go on.

Ted had gained his wish to see my being fucked and it had certainly stirred him up. To Michael I was a new female and that was inspiring him to perform mightily. But I’m not a naïve romantic. I knew that the present rate of copulating would not go on indefinitely. I calculated that Michael might last the rest of the week, but when he departed at the end of the week, would Ted still be so fired up. Again it was a wait and see situation.

When the two of them returned in the early afternoon there was fish to be scaled, cleaned and packed away in a freezer. This was followed by a shower and then Ted making the first approach with his familiar caressing of my breasts.

Quickly I was spread eagled on the divan with Ted filling me up with his baby making seed and me writhing with orgasmic agony and ecstasy. He was no sooner finished than Michael took over. Another shower and genital cleaning and then we were wrestling around on the divan in such a tangle I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom. What I do know is I had four orgasms and another vagina full of sperm.

I somehow managed, with the aid of the men, to put together a substantial meal that evening, and there was no further copulating until Ted took me in bed that night. I was out of bed before he woke the next morning, and after showering I was met by a ready and willing Michael who spent several minutes giving me oral sex.

Ted entered the room in the midst of this and said, “Hey, save some for me, I want a taste too.” I made sure he got his share, and then they both took me, Michael first then Ted. I was beginning to try and calculate how many litres of sperm they had put into me since we began the troika.

The rest of the week went on in much the same fashion, with Ted copulating and sleeping with me at night; a morning session with Michael on the divan, sometimes followed by Ted, and then an afternoon orgy after they returned from fishing.

A couple of times, while they were showering after cleaning the days catch, I gave them an extra treat and put on The Thing. This had the same effect on Michael as it did on Ted, and if there was any conflict between them, it was who would get to me first to rip it off. It’s strange the effect an item of clothing can have, but I’m sure if I’d put on an old hessian bag they wouldn’t have been much less stirred up.

It was in bed the night before Michael was due to leave that Ted, after fucking me, said, “Kate, Michael wants to stay on, how do you feel about that?”

How did I feel? Bloody marvellous! Any of you ladies who have had the joy of being desired by two men – men who have plenty of sexual get up and go, will understand how I felt. I suppose the week with Michael present had got me considerably oversexed and I was wondering how I would cope once he had gone.

I played it cool and said, “He’d be very welcome to stay on if you’re happy about it Ted.”

He was clearly very happy about it.

I must now move on fairly quickly. It ended up with Michael staying with us for the whole time we were at the shack. We got so used to each other and were so happy in the relationships we had with each other, it became impossible to imagine what it would be like when the three of us were no longer together.

That little problem was solved when Michael came to live with us back in the city. This came about not so much because of the need the three of us felt for frequent copulating, but another event.

Before the end of our time at the shack I got the first intimation of pregnancy. When I told the men there was considerable confusion; “Who is daddy?” was the question that predominated. In fact that question has never been completely resolved, nor do I want it to be, but given Ted’s track record of trying to get me pregnant, I suspect the answer is “Michael.”

In addition when our daughter was born, she looked a bit like Michael, and as she’s grown she looks even more like him. Michael didn’t actually claim responsibility, but he did suggest that since he’d had his share of me (not his way of putting it but mine) he ought to take his share of the responsibility.

This led to Ted suggesting he move in with us, which he did with considerable alacrity. That was three pregnancies ago since I am now carrying our third child – whoever’s it is. I think I’ll make this the last and go on the pill when the baby emerges into the light of day.

The boys are still very keen on regularly bonding with me but of course, not with the same frequency as when it all began at the shack, but still enough to keep me happy.

When the shack holiday was over the men had to go back to work, so that cut out a lot of the daytime copulating. We did toy with the idea of getting a huge bed for the three of us to sleep in – well, not only sleep – but abandoned the idea in favour of two double beds. It then became a question of how I shared myself around.