19 comments/ 40542 views/ 2 favorites Accident in the Greenhouse By: littleblackdress50 If the police investigated sexual accidents like traffic accidents, I wonder who they would find at fault in last nights pile up? I think it was almost like one of those insurance scams where the bad guys cut you off and then slam on the brakes so you can't help but rear end them, except it was my husband who rear ended me. The guys had definitely been deliciously bad, but that didn't make them bad guys. There was the possibility that after close investigation, I could be found at fault for making the call that started it all. Like many accidents, this one could not be traced back to a single cause but was rather a chain of events that each contributed to a happy collision. I took my first sip of coffee as I started the morning in a pensive mood. I couldn't help but think back to how it began. It had been a long day bent over the nearly ready plants in the greenhouse that my husband, Tim, had added to the back of our house. Gardening started as my hobby but like many fun pastimes, it had grown to the point that it was now a part time avocation. The greenhouse had begun as a small thing but Tim had expanded it until now it dominated our back yard, and my life. We had a huge contract for trees to be planted in several municipal earth day celebrations as well as spring planting customers. The numbers of plants we needed to ship was huge, even if the paycheck wouldn't be. There was so much work to get done! I was bent over the plywood table in the greenhouse working on the pots full of three foot saplings when I felt Tim slam his crotch into my back end. I hadn't heard him coming and the contact was a surprise that knocked me nose first into the petunias near the middle of the wooden sheet. My nose drank in the earthy smell of wet peat moss. The worst, however came when each of my breasts found its way into a different pot of greenery, leaving dark smudges on my white tee shirt where my nipples should have been poking through. I couldn't help but feel Tim's erection as he squiggled it against my butt. It was not an altogether unpleasant contact, but there was so much work to do that there wasn't time for even a pleasant distraction. We had so many plants to get out! There simply wasn't time for this! Then came the real damage. Tim leaned over and nibbled on my left ear which sent sparks through me. Then he whispered in the ear he was munching, "Wouldn't it feel good if it was Bill's cock stroking your sweet pussy? " I don't know what I thought in that moment. I was shocked at the totally unexpected comment. I was annoyed with how much work was still undone. I was pissed that he actually thought that the idea would turn me on. My anger began to simmer! "Mmmm" he hummed in my ear. "Bill has such a big cock. You'd really love feeling that thing in you." That was it! I stood up straight which nearly knocked Tim across the room. I spun to face him ready to let my ire loose on my sick husband. Before I could get a word out, he started laughing. He nearly doubled over in a gale of mirth. For a minute I looked at him with that anger bubbling in my soul before the angst faded, blown away by his giggles. "What the hell is so funny?" I asked him as my rage faded to indignation. Tim pointed at my chest. "Your tits." He squeaked out before going back to laughing. "My tits? What's so funny about my....." I looked down. The dirty smudges on my shirt were dripping wet black mud that was splattering the cement of the floor between my feet. Another blob of dirt dripped from the tip of my nose to join the puddle at my feet. I wanted to be mad, but what the hell, it was kinda funny. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. In that minute the anger was gone, but it was time to deal once and for all with this Bill thing. Tim had had a threesome on his mind for almost a year, but the Bill thing only went back to the night before. It was really time to get that over with! Tim has been my husband for twelve years and over time our love has grown stronger each day but it faded from an unquenchable bucket of burning passion to a slow simmer. He is my best friend and we still behave like bunnies in the bedroom but its more two friends who love to pleasure each other than out of control lovers. I couldn't be mad at Tim over this persistent threesome thing because it wasn't so much about what he wanted as what he thought I needed. He wanted me to get the multiple partner fucking that he thought would drive me over the edge. He wanted to give me the large cock that he didn't have. MEN! If I couldn't be mad, I could be a little annoyed that he just didn't get it. He had all that I needed. I wasn't lacking anything and I didn't need a big cock or a tangle of body parts that belonged to more than one lover. I think he's read a few too many erotic stories about big cocks and women who have multiple orgasms from them. His cock is just fine and I don't know what multiorgasmic means. He may be smaller than most, but he knows how to use it. In twelve years I can count the times that he hasn't succeeded in sending me to heaven on the fingers of one hand. What more can a girl ask of a man? How can she convince a man with a small cock complex that he isn't too small? No matter what I say, he still thinks his member is too diminutive for me. It doesn't take a huge penis to pleasure me. I may not have one thunderous orgasm that blends into the next, but I crash just fine. If he lets me slide down into the valley of wonder for just a minute, he can take me back to the mountain again and again. I just can't convince him that it is neither his fault or any sort of problem. It is simply my very own personal sexual response. I like things the way they are and I doubt that anyone else could get any different response from me! Having two men at once has always been my leading fantasy. The problem with that one was that my fantasy involved Tim and either a rotating movie star or a faceless human dildo. I never saw myself with any other real person. It was very easy to envision the potential disastrous consequences involved with a third partner. We had discussed it over and over. He knew what I thought but he kept telling me that it was my head talking and my pussy really wanted to do it. His conviction could not be shaken. Over time I had decided that the best way to deal with him was to ignore him and simply reject any possible suggested third party. We'd go for weeks with no mention of his threesome thing and then unexpectedly, over dinner, he'd throw out a name. Sometimes we'd be making love and he'd whisper out a name in my distracted ear and I'd stop and glare at him and tell him to forget it. I would not continue his favorite activity until he had let it go. Friday night had been different, but not for the reason that Tim apparently thought. I had been straddling his hips feeling the wonder of his, perfect to me, cock sliding in and out of my body as I rocked on him when he slid two fingers to my mouth. I sucked them in as I approached my climax. "Wouldn't you love to be sucking Bill's big cock while you fucked me?" He asked, throwing out the very real name of a very real friend of ours. If he'd said that thirty seconds before that moment, I would have had my usual reaction. The problem was, I was right on the edge, much too close to hold any coherent conversation, much too close to stop and glare. All I could do was moan in pleasure as I exploded. Neither of us said anything afterward. We just snuggled and went to sleep. I didn't realize that because I didn't reprimand him, he thought I was interested in his latest suggestion. There wasn't another word about Friday night until Tim rear ended me. I wanted to scream and make my point but I was standing there dripping muddy water off my nipples and my nose while mutual giggles took over the moment. After the laughter, I was in a giggly playful mood. I wasn't horny. I wasn't interested in Bill as a third wheel. I didn't need a sidecar on our love life. It was just time to play his game. Surely it was a game. It was time to call his bluff and make it go away. If it wasn't a bluff, what harm could it do? Tim and I were best friends. If it actually happened, I was sure it would not do any damage to our relationship. It could, in fact, be fun. Bill was the real question. He and his almost ex-wife Tammy had split five months ago and it was turning into one of those bloody divorces that left everyone around them scarred for life. He didn't dare date or her lawyer would make him look like a sex addicted pervert, unfit for even casual contact with his children. He might actually be desperate enough to be mildly interested in me. Bill wasn't movie star handsome, but he wasn't bad to look at. He had a good sense of humor and I thought I could trust him to keep our secret. I hadn't really thought about him sexually before but suddenly my mind wondered what he'd be like in bed and I smiled just a little. Bill could turn me/us down but that was about the only down side. A potential lover rejecting our proposal might get my husband off my back, so even catastrophic rejection could be an up side. Sex with a considerate man, and Bill had always seemed to be one of those, could never be bad. What was there to lose? There I stood, mud clinging to my shirt in auspicious places, looking at my husband as the smile refused to leave his face and thinking about the possibility of sex with two men. "What the hell! Go for it girl Get it over one way or another", I thought. "You don't really think Bill would like a girl with muddy tits, do you?" I asked my man playfully. "I think he'd lick the dirt off your shirt for a chance at you. Hell, considering where the dirt is, he'd beg for a chance to clean you off with his tongue even if he didn't get a chance at you." His face broke into an even bigger grin. He, rightfully, thought he finally had me. "What do you want me to do? Call him and say, hey Bill you want to come over and fuck the shit out of me?" I started to giggle at the absurdity of it. "Exactly. Direct is always the best." I watched his pants flare out from his crotch, a sure indication that he was serious and seriously aroused by the concept. "I know if I was single, I'd love to have a beautiful woman call me and ask exactly that question." "You really want me to do this?" I asked him incredulously. "I would really love to watch your face while a big dick was stroking your pussy. Especially if you were sucking me at the same time. Yes I want you to do this." The bulge in the front of his pants wiggled on its own. "You want me to call him up and just ask him to come over and fuck me?" I was still having difficulty wrapping my head around the thought that he was truly serious. "Yep. Just make sure he knows that it's OK with me and that I'll be here." I spotted another involuntary twitch in the front of his pants. I tried to imagine me saying that to someone. I couldn't help but snicker and giggle and blush. I couldn't picture those words coming out of my mouth, but what the hell! It was almost a challenge. My face was turning a bright red just thinking about the proposed impending conversation. If he hadn't had me laughing, I wouldn't have been in any mood to call his bluff, that had turned out to be no bluff at all.. "Tell you what", I told him. "If you dial the number, I'll talk to him but I'm not making the call." That should do it. He wouldn't call. If he did, no blame could ever be placed at my door. Tim pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly found the contact. He pushed the button and handed me the phone. It was like a huge ball of nerves had just hit me in the belly. I wasn't really doing this, was I? The first hope of escape was gone but there was still the chance that Bill would turn me down and put an end to what had just become, at best, a very close call. The phone rang once. Then it rang a second time. I was beginning to hope that he wouldn't answer. The phone rang a third time and the knot in my stomach was beginning to loosen. I heard half of the fourth ring before his phone connected. Half a ring from the salvation of voice mail! "Hey Tim. What's going on?" The knot came crashing back to my stomach like a fist knocking the breath from me. My face turned bright red as I thought about what I was supposed to say. "Ummmmm.... it's not Tim. Just his phone." I heard a chuckle from the other end. "Even better. You're the pretty half of the team." "What are you doing this evening, Bill?" I asked him stalling for time. Tim was making faces at me. I was hoping Bill had plans. "Nothing. Just watching some boring television and wishing I had money to spend and someone to spend it on." He chuckled a little. Tim was making a stern face at me while he mouthed "ask him". "Tim and I were wondering ........ " I couldn't finish the sentence. "Wondering what?" He had heard the hesitation in my voice and Tim kept giving me the encouraging, insistent look. "I'm sorry Bill. I've never had a conversation like this before. I've never done anything like this before. Tim seems to think I should just come out and say it but I'm ....." My voice trailed off. "It's OK you can ask anything. It'll be fine. I promise not to laugh and I've already cried myself out." "We were wondering if you would like to come over and... and.... and fuck me." Tim was smiling, sure of the response. I was shaking in my boots. This was where Bill was going to tell me I was an ugly old slut and we'd lose a friend. There was dead silence on the other end of the line for several seconds. "Are you serious?" "Ye... Ye... Yes," I stammered. "Tim is OK with this?" "Yes." I managed to get the firmness back in my voice. "He just wants to watch and if it's OK .. ummmm help." I could almost hear the gears grinding in Bill's head even over the telephone line. It took him a few seconds to decide. I was praying he'd decide in my favor. "I'll be there in five minutes before either of you change your minds! See you." "See you soon." I croaked, but the line disconnected half way through my farewell. My knees turned to mush. Not only had he not turned us down, he was in a hurry to get here! This couldn't be happening! I looked around me at the tables of potted plants just sprouting into new life. I gasped for breath as I had to sit down against the table behind me. I felt wet dirt seeping into my jeans. Tim's excited questioning face was looking at me. "OH MY GOD! He's on his way. Right now!" "Told you." My husband beamed at me. The smug look on his face was not soothing. I looked down at the big black blotches on my tee shirt and felt the dirt on my butt from sitting on the filthy plywood. The dirt on my nose was rapidly drying into a crusty patch. I could feel the grime of a full days work, tending the flowers and plants, caking my whole body. My eyes got big as saucers. "I can't let him see me like this! And I smell like soggy peat moss!" "I think you look beautiful." My husband said. "But if you feel like that, then go jump in the shower." "Good idea but he'll be here before I can even take a quick one!" "Then take a long shower and we'll join you and scrub your back. Think how clean two of us can make you!" "You wouldn't dare bring a strange man into my shower!" He chuckled. "What better way to start out an evening with a new lover? Meet naked in the shower. Couldn't think of a better way to start things off, if I tried!" I thought he was kidding. "OH YOU!" I screamed at him as I looked around for something to throw at him. I couldn't find anything that wouldn't do him serious damage, so I pulled my dirty, smelly tee shirt over my head and threw it directly in his face as I rushed from the greenhouse to our connected home. I was sure he got the message. I ran through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. I flung open the mirrored closet doors and threw my remaining clothing into the hamper, before padding naked into the bathroom. If there is one part of my house that is absolutely perfect, it's the master bath room. It is huge, as big as a bedroom. One whole end is taken up with a tiled shower fully eight feet long and five feet wide. Each end corner has a built in tiled seat while a narrow shelf runs at waist height down the length of it, holding soap and shampoo and all the necessities of a girls life. I love that shower. I pulled open the frosted glass sliding door and turned on the faucet. While waiting for the hot water to find its way to the shower head, I took a look at myself in the mirror. What a mess! My hair was disheveled and there was a streak of black dirt just above my left ear where a dirty hand had touched my head. My nose looked like a clown, except gray instead of red. The rest of me was just plain dirty. Then I looked at my naked body as my mind imagined me without the dirt. "Not bad!" I thought. My waist was still thin and while my tummy wasn't as flat as it had been when I was a teenager, it wasn't flabby either. My breasts are large enough to make most men look and they still stand firm. I ran my hand over my breasts and down my belly. I smiled a little. I didn't have time to admire myself. Bill was on the way! The thought and the urgency sent a shiver up my back. I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water hit my legs. The heat felt good as I moved under the spray. My muscles, tired from a whole day of work, felt relieved by the liquid heat. For a few moments, I just basked in the warmth as I felt the liquid rinsing away the grime. I didn't have the time to enjoy my shower but my muscles said I needed time to drink in the soothing heat. For several minutes I stood there letting the water wash the dried dirt down my body in rivulets of gray fluid. The soap would come later, for the moment I needed the heat. Things had happened so fast! I hadn't had time to think. I stuck my head under the gushing water, letting it rinse the smudges of dirt and peat from my hair. I couldn't deny the flush of sexual excitement coursing through me. Fantasy was one thing but we were talking about a real person, a real friend with real consequences! This had gone far enough! I made up my mind. I would put an end to this when I got out of the shower! I lathered the shampoo into my shoulder length, honey blonde hair and then closed my eyes tight as I stuck my soapy head under the cleansing spray. For several moments I just gave in to the wonderful feel of the water cascading over my whole body. I stood there, eyes closed tight, thinking that the men could just wait for me and then I would make my apologies, before sending Bill on his way. I had made up my mind. This was over! I wouldn't do it! I heard the glass door slide open. A jolt of excited panic shot up my spine. Tim wouldn't have actually done it, would he? Bill wouldn't have actually gone along with the idea, would he? I turned slowly to clear my head from the flow of now clean water running down my face. I heard the door close. I could feel a gaze on my exposed body. My fingers squeegeed the fluid from my eyes. I was afraid to open them. When my eyelids fluttered open, I looked into Bill's face. A flush of excited embarrassment ran through me from the top of my head to my toes, followed a second later by a second wave of electricity. There was indeed a strange naked man in my shower with me! It was like animals had invaded my body. The cat had got my tongue and I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. My mouth gaped open and my brain froze. I felt Bill's approving eyes scanning my naked body from my head to my toes. I felt my skin flush under his gaze. "Wow, you're beautiful!" He said to me. Another wave of heat coursed through me. My mouth was frozen. No words could come out. Accident in the Greenhouse What do you say to a naked man suddenly placed before you in your shower? A moment before I was ready to send him packing but standing naked with him, I no longer knew what to do. To say that the ice was broken would have been a gross understatement. My resolve had broken as the embarrassed excitement filled me. My gaze went from his eyes that flashed in approval and desire down his handsome face, over his strong shoulders, down his only slightly rounded belly to his..... OH MY GOD! Bill was almost twice as long as my husband and slightly bigger around as well. I didn't want to stare at him but I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. There was no doubt that Bill had an erection, but while Tim's almost pointed at the ceiling, Bill was much more massive and the straight hardness sagged downward. Until that moment, I hadn't thought twice about taking on any man sexually, but this thing was BIG. Suddenly doubt crept into me, along with a sudden sexual heat. I heard the shower door slide open again but I couldn't take my eyes off the sight of Bill's hard cock. "Hey man, you're going to have to move closer to her, If I'm going to get in too." My husband said to Bill. The sound of his voice broke my visual fixation but not my frozen brain complex. I looked up to my husband. There was a twisted smile on his face that spoke volumes of lust and happiness. He was so pleased with himself that he had made this happen. There was no longer a question that I could or would stop it. It was going to happen! Bill stepped forward until his tight skin touched mine. My arms automatically began to rise and then stopped, each arm at a 45 degree angle beside his body, frozen, only my forearms touching his hips while jolts of energy surged through me. Bill made no move to touch me. A wave of "what do I do now" shot through me. My eyes avoided Bill and looked into Tim's smiling face. His eyes looked into mine and read the indecision there. I saw the flash of excitement in his eyes. "It's OK, guys. You can touch each other. You can kiss each other. Everything is just fine with me." Tim said. The sound of his voice snapped my paralysis. My arms wrapped around Bill and pulled him to me as the water ran down my back, chased by the tingly waves of excitement. My brain was still firmly grasped by a mental freeze. At least, standing so close to me that our bodies touched, he couldn't stare at my naked breasts, whose nipples were now being lightly tickled by the course hair on his chest. I turned my face to Bill and closed my eyes as our lips met. I felt his arms wrap around me as mine grasped his tight back and pulled him close. Our mouths opened and our tongues reached out for each other. Strange feelings went through me. I felt Tim's eyes on us and that excited me in an exhibitionistic flush that I didn't know I had. The strangeness of Bill's tongue playing with mine sent chills through me. The feel of a strange hard cock, much larger than I was used to, pressing against the flesh of my belly sent tingles of passion directly to my pussy. Pools of molten desire followed the strange masculine hands as they roamed over my back, my sides, and finally my breasts. Time stood still as the kiss went on and on. I was lost in the kiss, aware only of Bill's massive cock twitching against my bare belly and his fingers now softly pinching my hard nipples. I don't know how long we held each other. "Hey, guys," Tim said. "I need the shower, too." My panicked brain suddenly awoke. No soap had touched my still grimy body. I had to get clean before the two of them made my body dirty again! My mind suddenly whirled with images of how they would make me dirty! "You have to wait your turn." I told Tim. "I'm not done yet. So both of you give me some room here." Both of you? God yes! My mind suddenly acknowledged that there were TWO naked men in my shower. The men moved back as I began to soap myself. I was intensely aware of their lust filled eyes watching. Tim took the soap from me and four hands lathered and explored and caressed my body, making me gasp. I don't know who touched me where or how but when they were done, I knew I was clean. I had been thoroughly cleansed in places that had never been cleaned before. The excitement built in me until my knees were weak. I stepped back out of the water and sat down on the seat at the back. Tim moved into the water as I looked at Bill who had turned toward me. His big cock waving at eye level as I sat there. Instinctively, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard dick. I moaned as I touched it. His cock may have sagged, but it was rock hard. I let my hands slide up and down its length and then I pulled it toward me and kissed the tip several times before I opened my mouth wide and slowly fed it inside. Bill's cock was bigger around than Tim's but not as much larger as it had appeared. My lips sucked it in easily but its length went on and on. I could only take half of it but he didn't seem to mind as my lips slid back and forth over half of his beautiful cock while my tongue tickled the underside. I could feel the juices boiling in my pussy. I had never been this excited before. Bill began to moan and thrust his hips at my face. My right hand wrapped around the base of his cock to keep him from ramming too much into my throat while my left began to caress his balls. The moaning grew louder and the thrusting more insistent. I sensed that he was trying hard not to force too much at me. I felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch in my mouth and I sucked down hard, desperately wanting to taste his seed. He let out a gasp as he shot a huge load straight down my throat. The first blast was followed by many more. My happy lips sucked up the last of the salty juice. I felt the warm joy flooding through me. I was pleased that I had given pleasure. "God! You looked beautiful doing that, Dear!" Tim told me as I released the softening dick from my lips and looked at my now clean husband. A feeling of relief washed through me. I had known that there would be no problem with him but knowing it and experiencing it were two different things. I was released from any fear of anything we might do. I felt Bill's knees weakening. "Damn, you sure can give a blow job!" Bill told me. "Either that, or its just been a long time for you." I chuckled at Bill. "No, no. You are just good. Damn! So beautiful and so talented! Tim you are such a lucky man!" "Wait till you try her pussy!" Tim told him. "She can flat out fuck your nuts off." "Hopefully it won't be long before I get to try her! She is so beautiful that I'll be ready in just a second!" It was so strange to hear the men talk about me. Tim had never expressed anything like that directly to me before. The idea that Bill wanted me! Tim's arousal was plain by the way his cock stood at attention! The compliments were sending heat waves through me. Tim shut off the water. "I think it's time to move this party to the bedroom." I stood up and looked at the two men. My pussy was on fire! I needed to feel a hard cock inside me. I wanted them both. My hands reached out and each grabbed a different cock. I tried to back out of the shower leading two men by their dicks. Bill's squishy penis larger than Tim's erect one. Backing out of the shower worked for me, but two men wouldn't fit through the door. Reluctantly, I had to let go of at least one. I could feel Bill's soft cock growing in my hand. I let go of Tim's and pulled Bill through the door. We kept moving until Tim had enough room to step out. We were well past the bath mat. The two of us dripped on the floor as I looked into Bill's eyes and began to stroke his long and growing cock. Bill pulled me back into his arms. My breath was coming in gasps as we kissed and I heard the water drops sliding off my sodden body to splat against the tile floor. We kissed for a long time as I felt the cock in my hand grow longer and stiffer as masculine fingers found my juicy pussy. I was jolted from some special lost place when I felt the roughness of a towel touch my skin. I closed my eyes as two men ran the course absorbent cloths over me, drying my dripping skin. When they finished, I realized that my hair was still a soggy stringy clump of wet fiber. I was torn between a feminine need to retrieve the hair dryer, before moving to the bed and an even more demanding feminine desire to feel a hard cock inside me. It wasn't much of an internal debate. Tim took my hand and led me toward the bed that he had already turned down. I smiled through the desire. There would be more than one wet spot in the bed tonight. One from my hair and I was on fire with a need to make at least one other wet spot. Tim pulled me into the bed and I snuggled my body against his. Suddenly I realized that I had left him out of everything until now. I kissed him softly and looked into his eyes. There was nothing there but love and desire. "Are you all right with this?" I quietly asked him as I felt another body snuggle up to my back. A hard cock poking me from each side as a rough hand slid over my side to cup my left breast, a strange hand. I gasped and flushed as I sucked in air. Tim kissed my nose softly and then a gentle kiss on my lips. His hands slid over my body to gently probe my pussy while rubbing softly over my clit. My whole body twitched at his touch and he found me gushing wet. "I'm great with it." His face pulled back and I saw the genuine smile. "Now roll over and take care of our guest before you get back to me." "I like the way he thinks." Bill said as he gently rolled me toward him with a hand that was now cupping my tit. Bill was hard as a rock and I was more than ready. Bill may have thought that he was just pulling me into his arms, but I was beyond kisses and touches. As he rolled me, I pushed him onto his back and threw a leg over him as I rolled on top. My hand reached between us and firmly grasped his rigid member. I slid my body up until I felt the smooth head touch my special spot and then I slowly slid him inside me. I felt his warmth in my core as I slid down on him. My eyes locked on Bill's face as I watched the pleasure reflected in his eyes as I took him inside my slick, tight tunnel. I gasped when I was half way impaled, where Tim would be fully inside me. Slowly I pushed lower, feeling the long new cock sliding deeper until our crotches met and his cock hit bottom. I felt so full! Bill's eyes glazed over a second or two before my vision clouded. I paused for several long seconds while my body adjusted to the size of him and then I began to rock. My body began to move faster and harder. I was lost in the wonder of our merged bodies. My eyes closed. I was vaguely aware of the bed moving strangely as I slid up and down on Bill's cock. I was too lost to wonder at the strange motion of the mattress until I felt Tim's cock touch my lips. I opened my eyes for a moment to look into Tim's lust filled face before I sucked the whole length of him into my mouth in a single desperate gulp. Both sets of my lips slid up and down a cock as lightning flashed through me. The feel of them was deliciously exciting. I was lost in pleasure. It went on forever and yet was done in a millisecond. Time had no meaning. I felt Bill bucking under me and Tim thrusting into my mouth. I felt them both twitch and I exploded into an orgasm like I had never felt before. I was only partly conscious of the wads of cum that Tim shot down my throat while my body convulsed. I wanted to collapse as I came down from heaven but I felt Bill thrusting under me. I kept up my rocking to his thrusts for a moment more before his face turned red and I felt the blasts from his dick hitting me deeper than any cum had reached before. When his face relaxed, I crumpled onto his chest, still feeling the warm cum squishing around the softening cock still buried in me. I gasped for breath and searched for the energy to move. Finally I was able to roll off of him and find a warm snugly spot between the two men. I lazed for a moment as I drifted off to a place between sleep and stupor. A place of perfect satisfied contentment. My arms snaked out to pull a man against each side of me. Four hands began to softly glide over my body from my cheeks to my knees. I felt the warm juices run over my ass to make wet spot number two. I didn't care. My man whispered softly, lovingly in my ear. "You sure look beautiful with a cock in your pussy." Another loving man whispered in the other ear. "You sure do know how to do that! You were so wonderful! I've never had one like that before." My eyes came open slowly and focused on the softly smiling face of my husband. I reached my neck up so my mouth could kiss him softly. "Thank you, Honey." I told him as I smiled. Then I turned to Bill. "Thank you, Bill. You were just incredible." He smiled back at me. "Nothing to do with me, beautiful. You were the wonderful one." Bill told me. "Didn't I tell you she had one special pussy?" Tim smiled at Bill. "You were damn sure right about that!" Bill smiled back. "Thank you for letting me try it." "You two don't think you're done yet do you? I may never do this again and I want all of you two I can get." I told them. "I didn't do good enough for you to invite me back again?" Bill asked. Tim's eyes looked into mine with a question there. The look said it was just fine with him. I was aware of a sudden rumbling in my stomach. "We'll see how you do after dinner. What do you two say about a pizza? I'm too pooped to cook." "As long as we can eat it naked in bed." Tim told me. We did just that and then we watched a good chick flick, the guys content to allow my choice of movie in return for the promise of more pussy. It took several hours before they were ready for me again. Wonderful snugly hours with my hands caressing and teasing two cocks while four hands gently roamed my body and two sets of lips were allowed to kiss anywhere they wished. When they had recovered and the movie was over, I wore them both out. We tried everything we could think of, until I was totally satiated and they were so exhausted that they both fell off me, too drained of fluids and energy to do more than fall sound asleep beside me. For a long time, I drifted there clinging to consciousness, the very juicy center in a yummy man sandwich. My body was so relaxed, so softly pleasured that I was barely aware of the warm wet spot beneath me. Why is it the girl always has to sleep in the wet spots? My last thought, before I drifted off to dreamless sleep was about what would happen next. As far as I'm concerned, Bill earned a return invitation but that will be Tim's decision. I love Tim, and if we never do it again, that will be OK with me. I wouldn't mind a repeat though. I won't suggest it, but I won't do anything to oppose another round either. I was the first one up as I let two men snore softly in the king sized bed. I pulled on my robe and wandered downstairs to make the first pot of coffee. I took that first cup out to the greenhouse where it all began. Amazing how pensive a girl can become with the whiffs of coffee floating through the air. There is no question in my mind that last night was an accident. It shouldn't have happened. It wouldn't have happened except for the placement of two flower pots right where I could dip my boobs in when Tim rear ended me. That and the men's propitious timing with the shower. If the police were investigating this sexual accident, would it be my fault for inviting Bill to have his way with me or would it be Tim's for setting me up? Did it matter? I smiled remembering the pleasure. It didn't matter to me.