Three different men - The third 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 final part of my story. The first two parts can be found at the links below.

The first man

The second man

The third man

It was late in the evening when the last few guests finally left. My day wasn't over though: the kids had been allowed to stay up for the party so now I had to see to their baths and get them to bed. It took forever for them to finally fall asleep and even then my work wasn't done. I still had to pick up dirty plates and glasses, to pile everything up in the dishwasher, to tidy up the house and the yard, etc. All the things you have to do after a big party. By the time I was finally done I was exhausted and headed straight for bed.

My husband Alan of course was still at the computer, putting in more hours for his work. He told me he'd be right with me but I knew from experience that meant he could easily be another couple of hours. I undressed and slipped between the sheets, ready to settle in for a long sleep.

Unfortunately my excited brain wasn't about to let me rest. Thoughts swirled in my head as I recalled the events of the day. Xander and me in this very bed earlier that afternoon. Bill later on in the basement workshop. The feel of their bodies pressed against mine. Both of them different yet similar. Xander taller and bigger, Bill of smaller girth. But Bill had fucked me with a passion and intensity that had more than made up for any physical shortcoming. Both of them had wanted me, desired me, found it impossible to wait: they had to fuck me right here in my own house with my guests right outside the door...

Rousing such passion in two different men made me feel good, and hot, and horny! I hadn't felt that way in years. Sure the first few years with Alan had been great. But as time went on I found he desired me less and less. He turned his focus toward his work, and sometimes toward the kids. As much as I hate to admit it the kids did put a huge dent in our sex life. They required constant attention and always seemed purposely committed to sucking off all of our energy. The simple fact of their constant presence meant that it was never possible for Alan and I to just give in to the moment. Afternoon delights were impossible, we had to wait until the kids were in bed. But by then on most days at least one of us was too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.

Slowly, month by month and year by year we had gotten used to this lack of energy, this lack of sex. And when slowly the kids got older, the energy came back bit by bit, so gradually it was almost imperceptible at first, and with the energy the sex drive also came back. My sex drive at least, because it seemed that Alan's was still nowhere to be found, or certainly it was still worlds away from what it had been in the early days of our relationship. By the time the kids were old enough for school and daycare our routine had settled into this sex-less marriage and I found it impossible to break this rut we found ourselves in. Alan put all his energy into his work while I stayed home with no outlet for my newly recovered impulses.

So I had found Xander. And when Xander in turn had started to ignore me, I had found Bill. Both of them were now giving me the kind of attention I had desperately craved these last few months. They were sometimes thoughtful, sometimes loving, sometimes wild and animalistic. Because our relationship was secret we often had to improvise. We'd had sex in cars and in dingy motel rooms, we'd fucked quietly while people were sleeping in the next room, and they had made me scream out in ecstasy when they'd fucked me somewhere out in the wilderness on one of our long walks. And that very day, each of them in turn had found me so irresistible that they'd had to have me in my very own house...

I thought of their fingers and their mouths and their cocks. I thought of their tongues teasing my nipples and their fists pulling at them with force. I thought of them inside me, bent over or on my back, and how my body had shook when they had made me come. I thought of their cum in me, both of their cum still mixed inside me, and my hand reached down to touch myself...

Alan found me like this, legs spread wide with my hand between them. I was lying under the soft white sheet but there could be no doubt about what I was up to. Alan looked at me and started taking his clothes off.

He still had a good body for someone who had spent most of the last ten years hunched over a keyboard. We did a lot of work on the house and every weekend he was out in the yard, clearing brush or mowing the grass and weeds in the summer, shoveling paths through the snow in the winter. He tells me our land is a couple of acres but I'm a city girl at heart and still measure it in city blocks. However you measure it though, it's big enough to provide Alan with a good workout every weekend. He's not muscular but he's still fit and slim, with only a hint of a couple of love handles on his lower back.

He got in bed with me and ran his hand over my inner thigh. I was already well heated up and his touch had me shivering from head to toes.

"I noticed you've been a lot more open than before..." he stammered. "I mean sexually..."

I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Did he know something? Was this his way of awkwardly bringing it up? For a moment I tensed up. I could feel his hand dangerously close to my pussy, to the wetness dripping out that wasn't all mine.

"I just wanted to say that this is fine with me. It's ok to want to experiment new things."

Was this an absolution? Was he saying it was ok for me to see other people? This was so unexpected I figured it was best to take some time to process what he had just said. It didn't seem like a good idea to delve into it right now. What would he say if I asked him what he meant by trying out new things? On the one hand I wanted him to say that he knew about Bill and Xander and that he was ok with it. That he understood that he had been neglecting me these last few years and that it was just natural for me to seek satisfaction some other way. But I could see that even this fantasy, ideal world answer would lead to a very uncomfortable conversation and I wasn't ready for that right now. So instead I turned toward him and kissed him.

He laid down on his back and let me kiss his mouth and his neck. I nibbled at the lobe of his ears and flicked my tongue over the sensitive spot behind. I kissed his pecks and traced circles over his nipples, making them stiffen instantly. I kissed down, his chest, his bellybutton, moving lower and lower along the tense muscles over his stomach, reaching the deep thicket of his hair.

Recently I had been asking him to trim it but he never did. He wasn't exactly the macho type, but he said lots of pubic hair was a sign of virility and he would feel like a boy, or at least less of a man without it. I much preferred the feel of bare skin under by hands and my mouth, but that night I didn't care and I ran my fingers through the coarse hair.

I knew his cock so well. I knew exactly what he liked and didn't like, how to get it hard in an instant and how to make him last longer. I knew its girth, its curve, its taste... Its feel within me when he took me from whatever position. Kneeling next to him like this I could manipulate it expertly. I controlled every reaction, my hands stroking and jerking it to create sparks of pleasures that ran over the wires of his nerves all through his body and all the way to his face, where I could see the result of each touch, each caress, like shadow puppets over a blank canvas.

I played with his cock like this, building up the tension on his face and then releasing it. Watching him tense up when I closed my teeth tightly around it and then relax when my tongue soothed the sensitive skin. I lapped and I licked and took it in all the way to the back of my throat, fucking him with my mouth.

The wetness between my legs was seeping out and that reminded me of the two other cocks I had tasted that afternoon. I was kneeling down by my husband's side and I lifted my ass in the air and I could all too easily imagine Xander or Bill behind me, staring at it with lustful eyes, their own cocks primed and ready to fuck me. I recalled how each of them felt in me earlier and I could still feel the swelling and the pulse of their cocks when they had released their cum in me.

Their cum was still there I knew, some of it at least. I was sucking off my husband with some of Xander and some of Bill still in me. The thought of it made my head spin. Two men had been in me... part of them still in me... and now a third. It felt so wicked I wanted him as well...

I let go of his cock and positioned myself over him. I straddled him and guided his cock to my pussy and I was so wet I slid down easily all the way to the thick hair at the base. I shivered as it went in, each inch of his cock rubbing against my tender flesh. I leaned into him, resting my hands on his shoulders, and my hips started grinding up and down.

My pussy felt electric, sensitive and raw from the previous fuckings, every movement sending shivers down to my thighs and up all the way to my nipples. I let go of his shoulders and pinched and teased the round buds, and each time clenched more tightly around his cock. I was in sex heaven, my whole body on edge and ready to explode any second. I closed my eyes and saw Xander fucking me, and Bill fucking me, and I opened them to watch my husband under me, his face full of the pleasure I was giving him. That day all three of them were mine. It was only a moment, only a day in the span of our three lives, but on that day they were all mine. Their bodies and their cocks, their hands and their mouths, but also their desires, their fantasies and their lust. I was their woman and they had taken me with passion and fury, and they were my men, each one different but mine all the same.

When my husband released his cum in me I leaned back and arched my back as far as I could and I kept fucking. I fucked him again and again until his cum came dripping out of me and all over him and my flesh was raw and my clit was numb from being stroked over and over. When my orgasm finally came I lunged forward and collapsed over him and each spasm travelled through my body to his as he clutched me against him. It seemed like forever we stayed like this with my body still shivering on and on.

When I finally pulled him out of me his cock was a mess. His thick hair was soaking wet from our lovemaking. I ran my hand through it and let the wetness seep between my fingers and into my hand. That, I thought, is the result of the lust I had inspired in men that day. Some of Xander was in there, and Bill, and me. Some of all of us intertwined in the thick coarse hair of my husband's sex.

"We sure made a mess didn't we?"

I grabbed the sheet and toweled him off until there was barely any trace of it left on him. I got up, still naked, and headed to the bathroom. On my way I grabbed a new sheet in the closet and threw it over to him on the bed. In the bathroom I used the soiled sheet to clean myself up and examined it one last time before throwing it in the hamper. I stepped into the shower and washed away the events of the day.