Cum-Filled Nights with Two Lovers

With a smirk, I stood, pulled my shorts up, and looked at Caleb. – That what you had in mind? – I said, then sauntered back to bed. That night marked the start of me becoming their shared fantasy.

Days later, I told Caleb I felt weird facing Lucas, worried he’d judge me. Caleb said Lucas thought I was incredible but had been nervous, which explained his quick finish. He added that Lucas wanted more – and wanted to fuck me. I asked, – You cool with him fucking me? –

He grinned, – If you want it, hell yeah. –

I wanted it bad, so I let things play out.

The next weekend, Caleb and Lucas went out with friends, leaving me and Lucas’s wife, Tara, at home. Tara and I were polite but not tight. They got back around 11 p.m., parking quietly in our shared backyard to avoid Tara’s notice. Caleb had texted me to wear a black lace thong I rarely used, paired with tiny denim shorts and a loose tee, no bra. I joined them in the living room, sipping beers, the air thick with tension. Lucas’s eyes roamed my body, and Caleb teased, – Like the view, man? – pulling me up to stand in front of them.

Lucas stood, wrapping me in his arms, kissing me deeply, his hands squeezing my ass. He peeled off my shirt, kissing down my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples until I gasped. He tugged my shorts and thong down, dropping to his knees, his tongue finding my clit. He licked with slow, deliberate strokes, circling my sensitive bud, then sucking gently, sending shivers through me. My knees buckled, but he held me steady, his fingers slipping inside, curling against my G-spot. I came hard, trembling, my moans louder than I meant.

I pushed him onto the couch, unzipping his jeans, his cock already throbbing. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum, then sucking deeply, my hand stroking what I couldn’t fit. He groaned, hips bucking. I climbed onto him, straddling his lap, and guided his cock to my entrance. I sank down slowly, gasping as his thickness stretched me, filling me in a way Caleb didn’t. I rode him, my hips grinding, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me down harder. His cock hit deep, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Caleb watched, stroking himself, his eyes burning with lust. Lucas flipped me onto the couch, my legs over his shoulders, and pounded into me, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. The mix of pain and pleasure made me cry out, my nails digging into his back. He fucked me like he was claiming me, his cock driving deeper than I thought possible. After what felt like forever, he groaned, his hot cum pulsing inside me, filling me up. I shuddered, my own orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clenching around him.

Lucas pulled out, and Caleb was on me instantly, flipping me onto my knees. He thrust into me, my pussy slick with Lucas’s cum, the sensation filthy and intoxicating. I sucked Lucas’s softening cock, tasting our mixed juices, while Caleb fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips. He came fast, adding his cum to the mess inside me. I collapsed, panting, cum dripping down my thighs. – You two are fucking wild, – I said, laughing, then cleaned up and headed to bed.

Caleb joined me later, asking if I loved it, and fucked me again, his cock swelling inside me as he relived the night. He came hard, whispering how much he loved sharing me. We passed out, spent.

After that, Caleb would ask during sex if I wanted Lucas again. I said yes, as long as he wasn’t jealous. He swore it was just sex, and it became a ritual. When they came back from nights out, they’d turn me into their slut, fucking me senseless. We got better, moving like a practiced trio. One night, as I rode Lucas, Caleb lubed my ass, his fingers stretching me before he slid in.

The fullness was intense, a sharp sting melting into pleasure. Lucas fucked my pussy, his cock thick and relentless, while Caleb pumped my ass, their rhythms syncing. I felt their cocks rubbing through the thin wall inside me, driving me wild. I moaned, lost in it, as Lucas kissed me, his tongue in my mouth. Caleb came first, his hot cum flooding my ass, and I kept riding Lucas, my orgasm building until I screamed, his cum spilling into my pussy as I shook.

I’d had a tubal ligation, so no worries about pregnancy. Caleb had fucked my ass before, but double penetration was next-level. I got used to it, craving the way they filled me, moving like a porn star, taking them both until they emptied inside me. Caleb always finished first, then watched Lucas fuck me in every position, cumming deep. Then Caleb would take me again, sliding through Lucas’s cum, and finish.

I leaned into being their slut, letting Lucas have me however he wanted. Knowing Tara didn’t get this side of him made it hotter. For two years, whenever they could, Lucas would slip over, and they’d ravage me.

When Caleb was away for work, he’d tell Lucas to “look after me.” Lucas would text, and I’d meet him in the backyard, careful not to alert Tara. I’d wear leggings and a bralette, my nipples hard in the night air. In the shadows, I’d suck his cock, deep-throating him until he groaned, then bend over the car, my leggings yanked down. He’d fuck me hard, his cock slamming into me, my muffled moans swallowed by the dark. He’d whisper how he loved making me his, and I’d cum knowing I was draining him dry.