Cum-Filled Nights with Two Lovers

I’ll start by saying that my husband, Caleb, and I, Mia, started going out when we were 18. I’m short, about 5’2”, with a tiny waist, full hips, and a round, perky ass that always drew stares. My curves made guys do double-takes, and I wasn’t shy about it.

We lived in Denver, and early on, we’d sneak away for sex whenever we got the chance. I loved going down on him, swirling my tongue until he couldn’t hold back, sometimes begging him to finish on my breasts or, when I was feeling wild, in my mouth. We’d find an empty house — his place or mine — and lose ourselves in each other.

When we tied the knot at 19, our sex life was electric. I was game for anything Caleb wanted, and he had a knack for keeping things spicy.

After our first son came along, we relocated to Caleb’s rural hometown for a job he landed.

There, we started chilling with Caleb’s old crew. During sex, he’d whisper fantasies about me hooking up with one of his buddies. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about, but in the heat of the moment, I’d moan a yes to keep things going. Afterward, I’d tease him, saying he was out of his mind. Years went by, we had two more kids, and he kept bringing it up. We subscribed to a streaming service with adult channels, watching scenes of women with multiple guys. He’d ask if I’d be into that, and it always led to mind-blowing sex.

We later moved to a new house, right next door to Caleb’s best friend, Lucas, and his wife. Our homes shared a front deck and a backyard for parking, so we saw them constantly. Lucas was always a gentleman, but I caught his eyes lingering on me, especially when I wore tight leggings that hugged my ass.

Caleb kept nudging me about being with two guys at once. One night, I admitted I’d try it, and when he asked who, I said Lucas. I’d noticed Lucas staring at my curves, his gaze heavy with want. Time passed, and one evening, I heard Caleb and his friends, including Lucas, roll in from a night out. They were laughing in the living room. Caleb popped into our bedroom, and I said I was grabbing water for the kids’ bottles.

He kissed me and said, – Go for it. – Then he headed back. The kitchen was past the living room, so I’d have to walk through.

I was 25, wearing a tight pair of spandex shorts that rode up just below my cheeks and a cropped tank top, no bra. My breasts, still heavy from recently weaning, bounced slightly as I moved.

When I stepped into the living room, Lucas was sprawled on the couch. My stomach fluttered, but I smiled and said hi, heading to the kitchen. I filled a jug with water and walked back. As I passed, Caleb grabbed me from behind, his arms around my waist, and murmured, – Got a little surprise for you. –

I glanced at Lucas, giggling nervously. My nipples poked through the thin fabric, and Lucas’s eyes were glued to them.

Caleb turned to Lucas and asked, – What do you think of Mia? –

Lucas, catching my shy grin, said, – She’s stunning, man. Absolute fire. –

Caleb leaned into my ear, – Want to do this with both of us? –

My heart raced, but I was curious. Looking at Lucas, I asked, – Does he want to? Am I his type? –

Lucas nodded fast, – Fuck yeah, you are. –

Caleb’s lips grazed my neck as he slid my tank top up, baring my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and Lucas stared, his breath catching. I gave a small smile, and that was all he needed. He stood, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples before he leaned down, sucking one into his mouth. Sparks shot through me. Caleb kept kissing my neck, his hands gripping my hips, pressing himself against my ass. I moaned, overwhelmed by Lucas’s warm mouth and Caleb’s familiar touch.

Lucas pulled back, his eyes dark, and kissed me, his tongue exploring mine. His hand slipped between my thighs, finding me already soaked through my shorts. I reached out, palming both their hard-ons through their jeans, the thrill of touching another man making my head spin.

Lucas sank back onto the couch, and I dropped to my knees, fumbling with his belt in my eagerness. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, not quite hard yet — maybe nerves — but gorgeous. Unlike Caleb’s, which had a slight curve, Lucas’s was straight and heavy. I teased the tip with my tongue, tasting his saltiness, then licked slowly along the shaft, feeling it stiffen under my touch. When it was rock-hard, I took him deep, my lips stretching around his girth, bobbing slowly, savoring the way he filled my mouth. His low groan told me I was doing it right.

As I worked Lucas, Caleb knelt behind me, tugging my shorts down. My ass was in the air, and he spread me open, his cock sliding into my dripping pussy. I moaned around Lucas’s cock, the vibration making him curse softly. Caleb thrust steadily, each push rocking me forward, driving Lucas deeper into my throat. The dual sensation — being fucked while sucking another man — was dizzying. They didn’t last long, the intensity too much. Caleb came first, his hot release flooding me, and moments later, Lucas gripped my hair, groaning as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed, the taste new and thrilling, then licked my lips, catching Lucas’s stunned gaze.