Three different men - The second man [M/F] | 2016

Every fall my husband and I invite our friends over for one last 'Say Goodbye to Summer' party. We have a house with a fair bit of land right on a lake and in the afternoon on a nice fall day it's not too cold and there's plenty of room for everybody. We bring out the guitar and a football or a soccer ball and if it's cold people play games to keep warm. We build a big camp fire to roast marshmallows and we have hot chocolate for the kids and warmed wine with cinnamon for the adults.

Since the party is in the afternoon and because our guests are invited to bring their kids, the atmosphere is usually pretty laid back. People enjoy one of the last nice days before winter while chatting with acquaintances they haven't seen in a while. This year though, for me at least, that day was anything but bland. That's because in attendance were two men I had met that summer, two men that I had gotten to know very well...

Because so much went on that day I split my description of the events into three posts. Each post focuses on one of the men although the other two are never very far away. This is the second part of my story. The first part can be found at the link below. You can find a link to the final part at the bottom of this post.

The first man

The second man

Bill was a semi-retired lawyer I met at my yoga class. He typically worked only a couple of hours a day and sometimes not at all, and he had enough money to kick back and enjoy life a little. I met him when Xander, the first guy I was seeing, had started to become cold and distant. I'd call him but he wouldn't pick up, I'd send him long emails but he would only write back a few words a couple of days later. At this time in my life I was doubly stressed, having problems both with my husband at home and with Xander, so Bill was a welcome relief. He showed an immediate interest without seeming too focused on sex and that was just what I needed at that time. He made me feel like I was worth something, like it was natural for someone to be attracted to me (which didn't seem clear at that time with both men in my life showing little to no interest).

Over time our friendship developed and we started going for coffee after yoga class and sometimes long walks in the woods. After a few weeks he made his move and I didn't turn him down. I wasn't in love with him, but he was devoted to me, always ready to hang out and always looking forward to seeing more of me. He made me feel good about myself and a even bit special. After years of sexual frustration I had just recently rediscovered how good sex could feel, but that had been taken away from me too soon and I was ready for more. Besides, to suddenly become the object of desire of three different men felt irresistibly wicked!

On the day of the party when the sun started to go down I headed inside and down to the basement to get the food for dinner. Our basement was mostly unfinished and half the space was dedicated to a large workshop and storage area. It was an old house and we were constantly renovating so most tools had seen recent use and they weren't exactly properly put away. In short, the place was a mess. In the middle of that mess was a big fridge and freezer where we kept everything that we couldn't fit upstairs.

Everyone else was outside and I hadn't told anyone where I was going so I was surprised when I heard the creak of the basement stairs. I looked up and saw Bill coming down. He came up behind me when I was still riffling through the fridge and he reached under my heavy fall coat to put his hands on my hips. His thumbs found their way inside the elastic waistband and I pressed myself against him and reached back to put my hand on his ass.

"How did you find me here?"

"I saw you head in and I figured I should follow you. I haven't had a minute alone with you all day."

I turned toward him and we kissed. At first I thought it would be short and sweet, a glad to see you kind of thing, but he seemed to have something else in mind. I wondered if somebody would miss us upstairs but figured even if they did they wouldn't come looking for us here. My husband Alan had his hands full outside and it was unlikely that anyone else would have followed us.

I pressed myself against him and returned his kiss, our mouths slightly open and our hands squeezing our bodies together over our thick jackets. His hands reached down and managed to find my ass inside the fabric of my pants. He kneaded the cheeks and stepped up the intensity of his kisses. He was a good kisser. Maybe not as good as Xander, but I enjoyed losing myself in his embrace and the feel of his warm breath over me. He took one of his hands away from my ass to unzip my coat and it felt nice to have him a little closer to me without the heavy woolen fabric between us. His hand moved down to the front of my pants and suddenly, unexpectedly two fingers were inside me. I gasped, surprised by how direct he was. I didn't expect him to move so quickly but I admit it was kind of hot!

"Who did you have sex with?"

His question took me off guard and I froze. Could he tell? Did he know something? Was he talking about today or just in general? He knew that me and Xander had started hooking up again and I knew that made him jealous, was that what he was referring to?

By the time I could come up with an answer it must have been clear to him I did have sex with someone. I was staring at him blankly and clearly I had something to hide. But there was no point trying to come up with a lie. He's not my husband so really I shouldn't have to hide anything from him. Unable to come up with anything convincing I figured I might as well settle for the simple truth.

"Xander and I hooked up earlier..."

He tried to hide it but I saw the painful look that flashed over his face. Quickly he composed himself and his face hardened. It went from lust to anger back to lust again. He was a lawyer after all, quick to react and good at thinking on his feet. I tried to find something to say to make him feel better but couldn't come up with anything so I just leaned into him again and kissed him. He kissed back passionately and his hands were on my ass again pressing me firmly against him and pulling my pants down.

There was a large table made from old wood on one side of the workshop. We used it as a support for sawing and hammering and it was also the place we put down all the stuff we were too lazy to put away properly. It was covered with tools and screws and bolts and saw dust but Bill didn't mind. He had me bend over it as he pulled my pants the rest of the way down.

He fucked me fast and furious. He let his lust and anger loose and rammed into me again and again with ferocious strength. The table was shaking and rattling and banging hard against the wall. Screws and bolts fell to the floor but still Bill kept at it mercilessly. I was enjoying being taken wildly like that, bent over the table with my coat still on and my pants around my ankles. Our love triangle was exposing a kink I didn't know I have; I liked how jealous I could make him feel, how the idea of me with another man could spark in him these fierce feelings for me. I moaned and held on to the table as his cock pounded me over and over. He whispered things in my ears, bad nasty things about how wicked I had been and my pussy tightened around his cock with every name he was calling me.

His hands moved up from my ass all the way to the top of my back. Frustrated by my coat he took it off and he pulled off my shirt and bra too. His fists clenched my breasts tightly and he pulled hard at the nipples. I cried out from the pain and he let go and slowed his pace down a little.

I never knew Bill like that. He was usually the thoughtful and affectionate lover, not the ruthless and savage fucking like an animal type. His fervor turned me on. I wanted him to use me, to have his way with me, to pound me and fill me and release his lust and his rage inside me.

He pulled out and pulled off my pants and had me kneel down to suck him off. I was naked on the cold concrete floor and he still had his coat on with his pants around his ankles. He told me how hot I looked with my naked body on display before him and that made me want sex even more and I attacked his cock hungrily. It was wet and coated with my juices and I tasted myself on him, along with the taste of his own cock and under it all, the faint but distinct taste of Xander's cum.

That last part did me in. It was like sucking off two men at once. I imagined Xander standing next to Bill and me going from one to the other, their tastes swirling together and mixing over my tongue. I imagined their two cocks hard for me, stiff from their desire to fuck me again and again. I wished Xander was there, I wanted both of them in me together. My head was full of sex and I wanted to indulge in my fantasies, I wished for once to be the slut banged by two men, naked at the mercy of their gaze and their touch.

I was licking and sucking furiously and I could feel that Bill wouldn't last long. I got up and laid down on the edge of the table and told him to fuck me. I didn't have to ask twice! He entered me hard and fierce and focused on his own pleasure. He kept talking, calling me all sort of filthy names and saying all the obscene things he would do to me. His own fantasies mixed with mine and my mind kept switching from one to the other.

I grabbed his hand and he put two fingers in my mouth. I could still taste Xander's cum on my tongue and I imagined his cock while Bill fucked me. I sucked hard on Bill's finger thinking of a naked Xander kneeling over me. Still Bill kept calling me dirty names. Unable to talk back I moaned as hard as I could around the fingers in my mouth.

We came together. His cum gushed in me in warm pulses and I saw it mixing with Xander's, two thick white streams that stood testament to their hunger for me. I pulled my legs tightly around him to keep him in me while my own orgasm rocked the hard table under us. My lips held on to his fingers and his cock as my hips bounced up and down the cold wood.

Finally my orgasm relented and I released Bill from my clutch. He kissed my nipples tenderly and they were still so sensitive I shivered. He pulled his pants up while I lay there on the table and ran my hands over my cleft. Cum was already starting to leak out and I wondered if any of it was still from Xander... But I didn't tell Bill about that particular fantasy. I just looked at him and smiled and enjoyed the hungry way he stared at my naked body.

Not wanting to let go of the moment I didn't even try to clean myself up. I grabbed my pants and pulled them up and put on my shirt, figuring my long coat would hide whatever mess our encounter had left behind. I liked the idea of going back to the party with sex still all over me.

Bill helped me grab all the stuff from the fridge and both of us headed back out.

As the evening stretched on our guests left one by one. The mood of the remaining few was mellow as we sat around the campfire. My husband and I both play music and we brought out some instruments and sang a few songs. One memorable moment for me came when I grabbed the guitar and had all three of my men, Alan, Bill and Xander listen to me sing. It's probably best that I don't know too many songs on the guitar because I really wanted to sing about sex and passion and wild lovemaking, and that could have made the events of that day a bit too obvious. Instead I settled for an old Neil Young classic.

"Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say... When we were strangers I watched you from afar, When we were lovers I loved you with all my heart... Because I'm still in love with you, I want to see you dance again. Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon."

The third man