7 comments/ 17804 views/ 18 favorites Caught Between a Rock and A Hard... By: drscar [Note: This was written by request from a friend. It contains male-to-male contact. If this is troublesome, you may want to find an alternative selection for your reading pleasure.] ***** "Did you ask him?" A slow smile began to creep across his lips. I couldn't help myself, and I began to feel the contagious pull at my mouth drawing upwards as well. "Well," I pushed, excitement and anxiety pushing for dominance. "What did he say?" "He said - and I quote -" Dan said languidly, breaking out into a full grin as he drew out my anticipation, "'That's been my life-long fantasy.'" I felt a sudden rush of relief, and placed my hand on my chest as I tried to control my breathing. I hadn't even realized that I was holding my breath awaiting the news. Underneath my palm I found my heart beating wildly. "Really?" I asked. I was excited, but nervous. I had no reason to believe that Dan was messing with me - that would simply be cruel - but I felt that I needed to have additional confirmation. "Brian really wants to?" Dan simply smiled back at me. I shuddered at the implications, conflicting emotions criss-crossing through me in crashing waves. For months I had been on edge, holding back my schoolgirl crush on Brian at the risk of upsetting and alienating Dan. After being married for nearly fifteen years, he knew me well enough to know that I felt an attraction to Brian, and seemed to find it amusing more than threatening. For some time, though, my attraction to Brian threatened to push me into actions that would have put my marriage at risk. What had started as harmless fantasies and casual masturbation fodder was beginning to evolve into active plans to seduce him. The desire to touch him, have him inside me, became almost an obsession. The more I tried to suppress it, the more I tried to hide the depth of my attraction from both him and Dan, the worse it got. I didn't want to cheat, and I didn't want an affair. I didn't want to replace Dan with Brian, and the fear of losing Dan due to my uncontrollable urges was sending me into emotional fits. I wanted to keep my husband, but I wanted to progress my friendship with Brian into something more. My frustration level was beyond description, torn in pieces as I was between two completely opposite emotions. For his part, Brian was clueless. He was always respectful, and even though his mild, playful flirtation pushed all my buttons the right way, he never quite crossed the line. He was always mindful of keeping a proper distance from me, out of respect for me and Dan, despite the fact that I desperately wanted him to cross that line so that I wouldn't have to. It drove me nuts. Things came to a head this summer when Brian came over to hang out at our pool one weekend. What started as a calm, relaxing Saturday afternoon with a couple drinks and some pleasant company turned into the worst hormonal episode of my adult life. It was one of those unbearably hot days where it seemed impossible to find any relief, where the pool felt like a jacuzzi and even staying still felt oppressive and exhausting. The three of us, familiar and comfortable in each other's company like always, did our best to cool off in our bathing suits with occasional dips into the water. Brian had a pair of bright yellow trunks that happened to be the exact same color as my two-piece, which of course made him the butt of the afternoon's jokes. He took it all with good humor, as he always did. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, turning from side to side in a mock model-esque pose. "I find this completely fashionable." "You two could be runway models," Dan said. "Absolutely!" I squealed, and stood up to stand next to Brian. Seizing any opportunity to be close to him, I sidled up and wrapped my arm around his waist. I put one hand on my hip, and pouted my lips. "Ze world famous sup-ehr mod-ehls, Bree-uhn and Kee-lee," I slurred in my best French-sounding accent. As had been the case for the previous few months, being next to Brian - and having the excuse to touch him and be close to him - was an instant injection of a libidinous opiate. I was immediately drunk with attraction. "Now on the catwalk," Brian laughed, playing along, "This year's bathing sensation from the Nieman Marcus yellow collection." We sauntered down the side of the pool, making wildly exaggerated movements with our hips in synchronous time. At the end of the pool, we turned around with a flair and begun our return towards Dan. I held onto his arm, perhaps a bit more tightly than I should have. The heat of the day, making the contact between us sweaty and clammy, did nothing to diminish my desire for him. Suddenly self-conscious about my clinginess, I searched for a smooth way to detach myself from him. I didn't want to do it, which is probably when the pendulum of my emotions began to swing wildly in my head into a manic phase. About halfway, I bumped my hip a little harder against his, pushing him laterally into the pool. Realizing what was happening, he reached out to try to pull me in with him, but the perspiration on our skin was too slick and he careened unceremoniously into the water, alone. He came up, sputtering. "Why, you..." but he was laughing. I squealed with giddy glee, and ran over to Dan and hid behind him to 'protect' me. Brian lifted himself out of the water and ran his hands through his hair and wiped his eyes. In the split second it took him to do this, my throat seized as I saw the water's effect on his swimming trunks. The fabric wasn't transparent, but the water had immediately clung to his body in a tight, form-fitting fashion. The wrinkles of the suit simply could not disguise the unmistakeable outline of his cock underneath. I felt something inside my lower stomach clench instinctively, and my playfulness was now instantly and totally replaced by something far more serious. Brian was still laughing, however, unaware of my immediate shift in attitude. He adjusted his suit, and suddenly the outline of his body disappeared underneath the shifting fabric. I found myself both disappointed that I could no longer see him in some of his glory, and relieved that I wouldn't be caught staring. Brian raced up to me and reached for my arms. My mood had radically changed, but either he didn't notice or he thought I didn't mean it. I didn't want him to touch me - I was barely keeping things together as it was - but found his hands grabbing my arms as I fought him off. In less than a second I found myself wrapped up tightly against his chest as he flung both of us into the pool. The touch of his skin against mine once more electrified me. His arms, much stronger than my small frame could fight, held me securely in place, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his. I was acutely aware of the thin fabric pieces that separated us, and some deep recess of my brain wished that neither of us had such barriers and that I could feel him against me. The overwhelming emotion, though, was revulsion. Counter to all logic, I found an angry rage boil up inside and consume me. I needed to get away from him, needed to do it immediately. If I couldn't have him, I didn't want him to touch me at all. When we surfaced, I screamed at him. "You asshole! Don't touch me!" I hit him as hard as I could with my forearms on his chest, and he instantly released me, a stunned and hurt look on his face. I swam to the edge of the pool, lifted myself out of the water, and stormed past Dan. "Kylie," he said, reaching for me. I yanked my arm away from him and entered the house, slamming the screen door behind me. "What did I do?" I heard Brian ask, bewildered. I found my way into the bathroom, and slumped down on the floor against the shower door. The tears began to well up in my eyes, and I reached for the closest towel so that I could bury my face in the soft terrycloth. I forced as much of the towel against my mouth as I could, and screamed until my throat hurt. Even as I sat there, there was a part of me that realized my behavior was bizarre. Poor Brian didn't deserve my sudden chaotic mood swing, and there was no way he could know it stemmed from a deep-seated frustration and not from the dunking into the water. That's exactly why it's his fault! part of me shouted in my head. He should see what I'm going through. Why can't he see what's happening to me? Doesn't he care? To me, it made perfect sense. Men. I had myself a good cry, letting my unfulfilled desires get the better of me and wallowing in self-pity. I must have lost track of time, because by the time that I finally extracted myself from the bathroom Brian had gone. Dan sat by the pool, beer in hand, looking at me with a mix of concern and displeasure. "Are you okay?" he asked, the tone in his voice measured. "Where's Brian?" I asked. "He thought it might be best if he left," he said, stating the obvious. I sat down next to Dan and reached for my cocktail, which had warmed considerably in the summer heat. I sighed. Dan just looked at me expectantly. When I didn't say anything, he said, "I think you need to explain what just happened." He wasn't going to let me off the hook this time. I swallowed. This was the conversation I had been trying to avoid for months. I had been trying to hide my feelings, repress them, bury them deep inside. Little had I known that they weren't being buried, but rather compressing like a spring waiting for the trigger to be released. "I have a crush on Brian," I said, bluntly. "No shit," Dan said, taking a sip of his beer. If I had expected him to explode in anger, it didn't seem like it was going to happen. "Everyone has a crush on Brian." I looked down at my drink. "It's more than a crush," I confessed. Dan paused, looking at me. "Are you in love with him?" he asked, his tone even. "No," I said, truthfully. "But I love his company, I love being around him." Dan didn't say anything, choosing instead to take another sip. I looked at him. "And I want to fuck him." Dan swallowed. "I'm not surprised," he said. "Brian's a very good looking guy." The entire conversation was becoming surreal. Here I was, telling my husband that I wanted to have sex with another man, and he was acting as if I hadn't yet gotten to the devastating news. Dan leaned back in his chair and cast his gaze forward. "Hell," he added. "I'd do him." This made me upset. "Dan, I'm not kidding," I said, hurt that he was not taking this seriously. He looked at me. "Look, Kylie," he said. When he said my name in the middle of a conversation, I knew he was being serious. "You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think you are. You've been struggling with this for months." I was stunned. Had I been that transparent? I felt my heart pounding in fear. "I haven't done anything," I stammered. "Nothing's happened between..." He smiled a little. "Oh, I know," he reassured me. "If you had you wouldn't be such a powderkeg right now." I relaxed a little and took a drink from my unpleasantly warm cocktail. Still, I needed a little more liquid courage. "Even if I wasn't married," I said slowly, "I wouldn't necessarily want to be with Brian. I just want something more than what I have. Something in-between the friendship and a committed relationship." "Friends with benefits?" Dan asked. Up until that moment I had detested the phrase, finding it a euphemism for an excuse to have sex with people without needing to feel guilty when it came time to reject them when they wanted to take it further. Now, though, I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to explore my friendship with Brian into a physical realm, because it felt like it was the natural place for that relationship to be. I began to realize that much of my frustration was coming from the arbitrary ceiling that my marriage had placed on my friendship with Brian. I nodded, slowly. "So this is why you've been all over the place with your moods," Dan said. "I've been trying to figure this out for months." Here I was thinking I was hiding it so well. "Have I been that bad?" I asked. Dan gave me a sideways glance, and then laughed. "Darlin'," he said. "You've been wound up so tight that if we stuck a lump of coal up your ass, in two weeks we'd have a diamond." I grimaced. "Thank you very much, Ferris Bueller," I retorted. After a moment, I asked, "Why didn't you say anything?" Dan looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah," I said, realizing the silliness of my own question. I hadn't exactly been approachable about this. Even so, I felt better. In fact, I felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off of me, that I'd been suffering under thousands of tons of guilt and shame for feeling this way about another man. Dan had removed all of it, and it confirmed why I loved him so much. "It was his cock, wasn't it?" Dan asked, causing me to spit out my mouthful of drink. "Excuse me, what?" I sputtered. He looked at me, a twinkle in his eye. "When he got out of the pool after you knocked him in, you saw his cock underneath his swimsuit when he got out." So he had noticed too. He took my silence as an affirmation, and smiled broadly. "I knew it!" he said, taking a drink. "Your attitude changed as soon as he straightened out his swimsuit. I knew you were disappointed." Dan was half-right, but I didn't see any reason to contradict him. "Tell me," he said, facing me with a devious smile on his face. "What happened when he took you in the water?" I was confused. "What do you mean?" "See, I think Brian feels ashamed that you had an affect on him," Dan said. Now I was completely lost. "Dan," I said. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He raised an eyebrow. "You mean you really don't know?" I shook my head. He laughed uproariously at that. "Oh, that's too precious!" he exclaimed. "Kylie, you stormed off into the house, and he got out of the pool with a raging hard-on." My mouth opened in shock. Dan started laughing so hard he was finding it difficult to breathe. "Whatever happened in the water turned Dan on so much that he couldn't control himself," Dan managed to get out the words. "He thought you were upset because you had felt him get hard in the water! That's why he left so quickly." I vaguely remembered wrapping my legs around him when we fell into the water, but had been so wrapped up in my conflicting emotions I completely missed feeling Brian's erection against me. Goddamn it! I had missed an opportunity I had been wanting for months! I replayed the brief moments in my mind, trying to find some recollection of feeling his hardness against me, hoping that the memory would surface. I felt my pussy twinge. "He's probably home right now, trying to finish off what you started," Dan said, still chuckling as he took another drink. The vivid image pushed me over the edge. I couldn't help myself. I lunged for Dan's swimsuit, pulled the elastic away from his stomach, and took the head of his flaccid cock between my lips. He smelled and tasted vaguely of chlorine and sweat, but I felt raw and hungry for some satisfaction. He quickly began to swell and grow, and I felt the soft spongy head and shaft begin to fill with blood against my tongue. "Oh my," he said. "The thought of him jacking off really got you turned on, didn't it?" Not just that, I though, but mumbled an affirmative without lifting my face from his groin. "Poor Brian," Dan continued. "I just know he wishes he were in my shoes right now." I moaned, thoughts of Brian taking out his cock as soon as he got home and stroking it filling my mind's eye. I imagined him playing with himself, picturing me sucking the knob exactly the same way I was doing to Dan. "Tell me more," I gasped to Dan, and went back down on him. "Oh baby," he gasped. "He doesn't know what he's missing. The poor guy would never last more than three minutes in your mouth." The thought of Brian shooting in my mouth made me quiver. I lifted myself up once more, took Dan out of my mouth, and said. "He was that hard, was he?" Dan smiled. "Oh, you have no idea," he said, and I slipped him back in my mouth. I placed the elastic of his swimming trunks behind my hand, holding it far enough away as I fed him deeper into my throat, my other hand now free to slip under my own bikini. "He was so hard he didn't even know how to stand," Dan said, jumping in my mouth as I sucked him. "It was probably a good thing that you got out of the pool when you did, 'cause he probably would have come right there in the water with you." I could almost imagine his erection pressing against me during that split second of an embrace earlier, but I knew it was just that - my imagination. I started to let my mind wander about what would have happened had I actually felt Brian push into my bikini bottoms, how desperate I would have been to finally feel him hard against me. I stood up suddenly, leaving Dan with a momentarily surprised look on his face. His grin returned as I straddled him on the lounge chair, pulling my bikini to the side and lowering myself upon him. He slid in easily, and I rested my bottom against his balls, just feeling him filling me up. Dan had given me a new freshness to my masturbatory fantasies about Brian, and hearing him describe our friend in this way cut deep into my ego. I wanted to know more about Brian wanting me, about being turned on by me. I was luxuriating in the news that I was not alone in my attraction, that he had wanted me too. Dan's description of Brian's arousal had triggered long-lost memories of finding out that school crushes actually reciprocated my own feelings. I was in emotional ecstasy. My husband knew me long enough and well enough to see through me, and fed me with exactly what I needed to hear. He continued to talk to me, tell me how hard Brian had been, how I had missed the poor man's condition and how much I would have loved it. He told me of how Brian was likely firing load after load of hot, sticky cream into the air, imagining it flying into my mouth or deep inside my pussy. I felt my legs tense in the familiar acceleration of arousal, knowing my orgasm was moments away. "Go ahead, Kylie," Dan said softly. "You know Brian wants you to come for him, too." My orgasm hit me like a stutter, each staccato wave stronger than the last, my entire lower abdomen convulsing so strongly that it almost felt like it was cramping. The final seizure was the longest, and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I collapsed onto Dan's chest in exhaustion. I could barely move, and didn't want to. I knew I had to finish Dan off, but suddenly the summer heat was even more oppressive and I wasn't sure I had the energy to milk him to orgasm. I would be fine if he just wanted to use my body, though, as long as I didn't have to make an effort. "Do you want to come?" I asked, surprised at how difficult it took to form the words. "I came when you did," he said, stroking my hair. He did? I honestly didn't notice. He was still hard inside me, though I could feel a faint pulsing against my vaginal walls. Maybe he did, after all. At the very least it meant I didn't have to move, so I was content. That is, I was content until I started realizing that I was still in the same frustrating situation I had been in. I wanted something more with Brian, something physical - just not too much more. I mean, I already had a husband and didn't need another one. "You're in hell, aren't you?" Dan asked after a moment. "You want him." Caught Between a Rock and A Hard... I held my breath, not wanting to admit the truth to myself, let alone Dan. Slowly, I exhaled and nodded my head. I was laying upon his chest, and didn't want to see the look on his face as I confessed my desires. I knew he felt the motion, and the emotional stress of tears were starting to threaten the waterworks again. "Yes, I want him," I admitted. "Not like I want you, just more than... just more." A pause, then, "Why don't we invite him into our bed, then?" Dan offered. I looked up suddenly. "What?" I asked, not sure I heard him right. "He's my best friend, he's your best friend," Dan said, matter-of-factly. "We're as close as anyone can be. Why not let the friendships take its course?" I sat up into an upright position, still feeling Dan inside me. His semi-erection remained trapped inside my body, but it was the least bizarre feeling I was experiencing when compared to my shock. I searched his eyes, trying to find any trace of teasing or prank, but there was none. He looked at me with an innocent expression on his face, as nonchalant as if he had asked me if I wanted to go to the movies on a date. "I'm scared, Dan," I said after finding my voice. "I kept this to myself because I didn't want to lose you." "You're not going to lose me," he said, quickly, cutting me off. I placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "But I also kept this to myself because I didn't want to lose him," I finished. Dan thought on this for a moment, and then I saw his face set into a decisive resolve. "I'll talk to him," he said. A panic rose in my throat, and I protested, "No, Dan, don't!" He shook his head. "Right now he's convinced he's done something wrong, that he overstepped a line with both of us," Dan explained. "I can explain to him what's been going on with you, and coming from me he'll understand that there are no secrets between us. Brian won't do anything unless he knows he has my permission, anyway." I thought about this, and what he said made a great deal of sense. Even so, I couldn't believe that my husband was creating machinations to get me laid with another man. "I don't understand," I said after a moment. "Why would you want to do this?" He shrugged. "It's not all that difficult to figure out, Kylie," he scolded. "You've been in a completely different world for months." I felt busted. "But even more than that," he continued, "the three of us are more than close. Like I said, he's my best friend, and he's your best friend. It just feels... unnatural... to place a barrier in such a close friendship when there doesn't need to be one. He's obviously crazy about us, or he wouldn't spend so much of his free time with us. He's definitely excited when he's close to you! And I know you want him." Dan was saying all the right words, and I agreed with everything he had been saying. Hell, I must have said the same thing to myself more times than I could count. I simply couldn't come up with any argument to contradict him. "When will you talk to him?" I finally answered. He smiled, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. Two weeks passed, and during that time I'd been on tenterhooks waiting for Dan to have a "talk" with Brian. My stomach had been in knots hoping to hear news, but sadly they had not been able to connect. There were several moments when I wanted to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and talk to Brian myself. The only reason why I didn't was because I thought Dan was right - that Brian would have to hear Dan give his blessing directly. But now I had my answer, though I wasn't sure what the question was. "That's been my life-long fantasy," he had said, but what was "that"? I took Brian's response to mean that he was engaging in a little exaggeration to show his enthusiasm for the idea. In all honesty, I didn't think too much about the specifics. I just knew that Dan knew what I wanted and had spoken to Brian about it, and apparently he was on board. "When will we see him again, then?" I asked Dan. He looked at his watch. "In about 15 minutes," he said. "What!?" I cried. He grinned at me. I touched my face and my hair, suddenly self-conscious about my looks. Brian had spent many weekends with us, even staying overnight when he was too drunk to stagger back down the block to his own house. All of us had seen each other in our least-attractive states. For some reason, however, I felt the need to dress up this time. At that moment the doorbell rung. Dan looked just as surprised as I was. "Or," he said, glancing towards the door, "maybe right now." I uttered a little squeak and raced back to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. I found myself on autopilot, turning on the shower and disrobing all my clothes. It was perhaps the quickest, and most thorough shower I had ever taken. I must have poured half a bottle of body wash onto the loofa and scrubbed my entire body down, taking more than my fair share of skin in the process. I grabbed a razor and tried to eliminate any hair that I could find anywhere below my neck. When all was said and done, I was technically clean and hairless, but found myself so nervous that I was sure that I needed another shower just from fear. I lotioned my body and realized that I hadn't brought any clean clothes into the bathroom with me, so wrapping a towel around my body I stepped into the bedroom. And froze. Dan and Brian were lying on the massive bed, calm, relaxed and chilling. Both of them were nursing a glass of scotch, chatting away as if they were sitting at a local bar just shooting the breeze. As soon as I walked in, they both stopped talking and looked at me, smiling. Suddenly my mouth went dry, and I felt completely self-conscious. The towel covered far more of my body than my bathing suit had, and yet I felt far more exposed. "Hi, Kylie," Brian said, his face breaking out into a warm, friendly grin. It had been two weeks since I had seen him, and the absence had affected me deeply. I had missed him, missed talking with him. Hell, I even missed the utter frustration of not being able to touch him like I wanted. "Hi, Bri," I croaked. He saw my paralysis, and took pity on me. He got off the bed and came over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I melted into his embrace, initially clutching my towel in front of my breasts, but as I found myself feeling more comfortable against him I slipped my arms around his waist. His blue cotton t-shirt felt soft, a stark contrast to the muscles of his chest and back I felt underneath. "I'm sorry about... before," I stammered against him, but I felt his fingers brushing through my hair, soothing me. "It's okay, Kylie," he said. "I understand." I believed him. One of the reasons why Brian was so close to us was that he had a strong intuition; he just seemed to 'get' us both. Some people are just easy to be around, and it takes absolutely no work to spend time with them. Brian was just one of those rare people who seemed to make life easier just by being close by. "I - " I began, and then it happened. My towel slipped and fell to the floor, leaving me completely naked in the middle of the room in the arms of a man who was not my husband. Brian pulled away from me to look at my nude body. "Oh my," he said, appreciating what he saw. The look on his face filled me with a confidence I had not felt in years. With a simple look I felt more than simply wanted; I felt appreciated. It was hard to describe, this sensation of being desired by a new man. I wanted to drink in his attention, model for him, let him treat my presence as glorious - because that's how I felt when he looked at me. "Oops," I said, playfully, trying to make light and reduce my awkwardness. I looked up at him, trying my hand at a coquettish look. If it seemed too abrupt a change, Brian didn't let on. Brian was nearly a foot taller than I am, but the way he looked at me made me feel like I was on a ten-foot high pedestal. "You're more beautiful than I ever fantasized," he said quietly, bringing my mind back to what Dan had told me about Brian masturbating to thoughts of me. If the mental image had been an intoxicating aphrodisiac, it was nothing like hearing him admit it out loud. There's nothing like having someone you have masturbated about tell you that you have been, in turn, the star in their pornographic fantasies. Brian stepped towards me once more, and pulled me into his arms again. This time, however, he leaned down and I could feel the anxiety rise as I knew he was about to kiss me. The light aroma of cologne and a faint whiff of fresh scotch wafted by me, just before I felt his lips brush against my own. They were surprisingly soft and delicate, almost like a woman's. I had been afraid of that first kiss, of what it might mean. I was afraid that we were crossing a line with kissing - for some reason I never fantasized about kissing him, just cuddling him, fucking him, or blowing him, but kissing always seemed to be the strongest taboo in my guilt-ridden brain. Now that we were actually kissing, however, it was all I wanted to do. I felt like I could stand here, naked, and kiss him until we fell asleep from exhaustion. His arms snaked behind my back, and I could feel the soft flesh of his forearms slide across my spine. Standing the way he was, hunched over so that he could embrace me, obviously wasn't very comfortable, and I suddenly found myself lifted into the air and gently placed down on the bed with Brian squarely between my spread legs. I was more grateful than ever that I had just come out of the shower. Brian wasted no time in running his hands and mouth over my entire body. He found and latched onto my left breast, and I felt the tug of his mouth's suction pull the nipple nearly off my chest. It stung, gently, but I didn't care. I could do anything he wanted to me and I didn't want to think about any of it. I just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. Just let me be here, I thought. If I'm dreaming, don't let me wake up. His hand found my newly shaven mound, and he cupped his palm against it. I shuddered, bringing my hands to the back of his head as he continued to focus attention on my chest. Beside us, Dan had opened the fly of his shorts and his erection looked comfortable in his hand. Brian moved down my body and everyone knew what was going to happen next. I signaled to Dan to get undressed, and he sprang from the bed to disrobe. In moments Dan was back on the bed, coming closer on his knees to my face, his erection bobbing with every awkward step. Brian's mouth finally reached my pussy and he began to devour me with the passion of a man with months of pent-up lust and frustration. It was a sensation I understood all too well. The instant his tongue met my clit I found myself writhing in glorious agony, enjoying the sensation far more than my own fantasies had permitted me when solo. Dan's cock hovered enticingly in front of my face, and I took him in my hand. I still wanted to see what Brian was doing, though, and I watched my friend's head move in rhythmic motions against me. I took his hair in one hand while jacking Dan off into my mouth at an odd angle, but neither of us were complaining. I was in heaven. I had never before had two men pay me attention at the same time, and I didn't know where to focus. Brian's magic tongue was working serious magic on me, but Dan's erection was harder than I'd felt him in years. Soon, though, I began to feel self-conscious that Brian was the only one who wasn't getting any attention, and was still clothed. I tried to gently lift his face away from me, which he did reluctantly. "Get undressed," I said, smiling. Brian stood up, and lifted his t-shirt up and over his head. I had seen his bare torso dozens of times at the pool, but somehow this was different. When he started unzipping his shorts, I found myself licking my lips in unashamed anticipation. The baggy shorts fell to the ground, and - god bless 'im - the man wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock hung between his legs, not quite soft, but threatening the potential of a beast of pleasure. The outline through his swimsuit had done the man justice, and seeing him unencumbered did not disappoint. I pulled him back to the bed, but twisted myself so that he could lie on his back, and I could kneel in front of him. I was about to finally get a taste of him, finally fulfill months of torturous fantasies. My heart was beating furiously, and I felt my body begin to tremble. This was really happening. Brian lay back on the bed, his head propped up on a pillow so that he could watch me as I had watched him. I crawled between his legs and watched his cock begin to grow as he awaited my touch. The reaction pleased me, fueling my ego even more than he already had. As he lay spread out before me, I felt a sudden anxiety, as if the trembling finally crystalized into a clear vision of my fear. What if I'm no good? What if, after years of being with one man, I had gotten so used to a routine that only Dan would like what I did? Get out of your head, Kylie! I heard my inner voice snap. If you don't, you're going to fuck this up for everyone! My god he was beautiful. He wasn't perfect, not physically, but when I looked at him I felt the strength of my emotions surge back to the forefront. All I had wanted for months was to be able to express to him how I felt, matching my physical affection to my emotional one. The fact that I was so attracted to him was a huge bonus. I consciously tried to push my fears away and allow my natural feelings for him come forward. When they did, it was a physical sensation that washed over me, calming me. I reached for him, sliding my fingers around the base of his cock and feeling his balls against my palm. Like me, he had completely shaven and there was no hair anywhere. It gave him a very clean and tempting look, and I couldn't wait to feel him enter my mouth. Dan moved beside me, getting close so that he could see everything. I knew this was a new vantage point for him, and I found myself loving his curiosity. I felt his hand rest upon the small of my back as I moved in for the kill, his face only inches from my own. Brian saw what Dan was doing and spread his legs a little wider to accommodate the two of us in the narrow space. I leaned slightly to the side to give my husband the pleasure of watching Brian's cock enter my mouth with an unobstructed view, and he could not disguise the lust in his eyes as to what I was doing. Brian's cock was surprisingly thick, even if it wasn't overly long. The most notable trait, however, was just how hard he was. In my entire life I don't think I had ever felt such iron between a man's legs. It made me wish I hadn't missed months of feeling this, instead of my own vibrators and fingers. I found my mouth stretching more than was comfortable as I took him, and kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock to keep it in place. I sucked slowly, raising and lowering my face as smoothly as I could, keeping him standing straight up into the air. I felt Dan shift beside me, moving even closer. He rested his hand on the inside of Brian's thigh, watching me work. Slowly, as if in a trance, he moved his hand over my own that encircled Brian and began to squeeze. Neither Brian nor I said anything, and I assumed that Dan was showing me how men liked to be fondled. Not having a cock myself, I took Dan's motions as sage advice and went with it. Soon, however, it became obvious that Dan's hand movements were more than just guidance, and that he was taking over. I don't know if I was surprised or not, but I found myself eager for Dan to participate. After all this time, I had been afraid that Dan would feel like I had wanted to replace him, and part of me had feared that he would be an extra wheel in this arrangement, should it ever actually happen. I slid my hand out from underneath Dan's, but he continued to stroke Brian up and down, jacking him off into my mouth. Unexpectedly, this kicked my libido into overdrive. I found the thought of Dan's actions incredibly exciting, taking his direction as explicit approval of what we were doing, telling me in no uncertain terms that this was okay. It was as if Dan was saying, It's okay for you to do this. Here, let me give Brian to you, just to show you how okay this is. Kneeling as I was, I found myself in a rare situation where I had both of my hands free. I slid one hand down between my legs to wade through the ocean of wetness there, and the other reached for Dan's hardness. Dan shifted his body closer to me so that I could reach - so close that he was practically straddling Brian's outstretched leg. Dan was lying so close to me now that I could feel his hot breath change as I clasped my fingers around his cock. Suddenly I had two cocks to keep track of, both incredibly rigid and demanding for attention. My own moisture was like a faucet, and even though I had savored plenty of mind-blowing orgasms in my fantasy world, I had not expected myself to be this aroused. A pussy in one hand, a cock in the other, and another in my mouth. I was in sensory overload. Dan's hand continued to pump Brian's cock into my mouth, but I felt a slight pull to the side with each stroke. It felt hesitant at first, as if Dan was trying to get up the courage to do something, but not quite ready to do it. I tried to make sure that he didn't accidentally scrape Brian's cock against my teeth. I lifted my head to readjust my angle, and that's when Dan made his move. Even though Dan moved quickly, to me it was all slow motion. I watched Brian's cock disappear between Dan's lips, shocked. My eyes flicked up to Brian's face to see that he was just as shocked as I was - probably more. Okay, definitely more. It dawned on me that whatever they had talked about before Brian agreed to come over, it probably didn't include this. Even so, Brian said nothing, and made no move to stop Dan. He tensed with anxiety, and it was obvious that he was making every effort to control his obvious fear and go with the flow. Dan's eyes were closed, and he was enjoying what he was doing, so I didn't think he even realized Brian's state of mind. Brian and I locked eyes for a second, and I couldn't see any plea for help or a desire for me to stop Dan on his behalf. At that moment I think we both silently agreed to see where this would go. Just as suddenly as he had taken over, Dan offered me Brian's cock again. As I let it slip into my mouth I felt Brian relax a little, but Dan's hand never left his cock. Dan jacked a few more times into my mouth, and then took his turn. Once again I looked at Brian, who seemed to be feeling a bit more comfortable about the situation. "Let me taste you at the same time," he said. I grinned, jumping at the chance for a 69. Wait, is this a 69? Or a 69+1? Is this a 70? I giggled out loud, and Brian broke out into a wide grin, mistaking my laughter for giddy anticipation for being licked. As I stood up to reposition myself, Dan took my place and slid fully between Brian's legs. I paused just long enough to get a permanent image of my husband swallowing our best friend's cock whole. A voyeuristic streak hit me, and I found myself wanting to watch this scene for much, much longer. Brian watched me hesitate, and I caught his eye briefly as I returned my attention to him. He looked back at Dan engulfing him, and then looked back at me. A crooked smile crept over his face as he realized just how much it was turning me on. I think at that point he decided to let things continue to wherever they may go, intrigued that I was finding it all so arousing. Caught Between a Rock and A Hard... I swung my leg over to the other side of his head, and slowly lowered myself towards his mouth. He reached for my hips with both hands, and guided me firmly within reach, and I felt a hot, insistent tongue begin prodding me from below. Brian's tongue sent my entire body into a quivering heap. I wanted to close my eyes and focus all my attention on the connection between my pussy and his tongue, but struggled to stay alert enough to watch my husband. He seemed completely lost in his task, his eyes closed, popping Brian's cock in and out of his mouth and licking the sides of the shaft, and then deep throating him again. He looked to be a master sword-swallower, completely comfortable taking another man's penis into his throat. It was a side of him I had never known or imagined. It was then that it dawned on me that Dan's "jokes" about Brian had never been jokes at all. I felt extremely foolish at having missed this, wrapped up in my own self-centered world for so long. I allowed myself to crest against Brian's mouth, feeling the first orgasm's wave begin to surge. Dan was oblivious to my impending explosion, lost as he was in his new toy. I don't know how much of this new experience was affecting me, but I didn't recall coming so quickly on a man's mouth before. I knew that watching Dan and Brian was having an affect, but obviously it was more powerful than I realized. I placed my hand on Brian's chest for leverage, and couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and began to rock my pussy back and forth across his mouth. How the poor man didn't drown I have no idea, but he held me tight against his face with his strong hands, and my grunts and moans began taking on a fevered pitch. I opened my eyes and saw Dan jamming Brian's cock in and out of his mouth, trying to get Brian to come as well, but I could tell from my years of sexual experience with men than Brian wasn't ready. I almost felt bad for Dan, who was trying so hard to force a simultaneous orgasm between me and Brian. I made a mental note that perhaps I could give Dan advice at some point. Would Brian let me use his body to teach Dan? Oh god that thought was so hot... I climaxed, my thighs shaking violently in uncontrollable spasms, and my eyes were locked wide open. Dan finally looked up at me, Brian's cock still halfway disappeared in his mouth. Our eyes locked, and Dan watched as I nodded to him. After years of marriage, he knew that I was just getting started. I slipped off of Brian's mouth and began turning around, a warm and relaxed feeling spreading over me. I lay on top of Brian, and leaned in to kiss him. I could feel my gloss over his face, and began to kiss my wetness off of him. As I lay upon him, I felt Dan's hand on my ass, and then Brian's cock rubbing back and forth across my pussy. The motion was unusual from anything I'd ever experienced before, and immediately realized that Dan was preparing to stick Brian's cock inside me. I shuddered as much from anticipation as the sensations between my legs. I found myself in the most surreal situation I'd ever imagined. Here I was, lying on the chest of the man I'd lusted after, the friend I'd want to get closer to, with my husband preparing to penetrate me with his best friend's cock. I simply couldn't believe my luck. My pussy lips began to spread with the insertion of Brian's cockhead, and I leaned in to kiss Brian deeply. There was a complete disconnect, as neither of us were trying to move. It was as if our upper halves were having their own sexual conversations, while our lower halves were completely independent. We were both at the mercy of Dan's hands, and neither of us wanted to break the spell that was cast upon the three of us. It was agonizingly slow, each inch of Brian's penis feeling like it was one more than I thought I could take. "Oh Kylie," Brian gasped. "You feel so good..." My cunt clasped down on him in an embrace, Deep inside me, his head was buried, pinched in the tight cervix and forcing me to hold my breath until I could get used to the fullness. Little did I know that I had no idea what that actually meant. I rested my head on Brian's shoulder, just feeling him, getting used to him, marveling in the sensation of being in his arms and naked. I had lost track of how desperately I had wanted this closeness with him, wanted to take his closeness to that next level - this level. When he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him, I felt swaddled. If we had stayed like that for hours, I would not have minded in the slightest. Brian could have used my body for anything he wanted at that point, and I would have let him as long as we could return to this very spot. Draped across his body, feeling his manhood both under and inside me, I just wanted my thoughts to be able to catch up to my body's electrified state. It was not to be, of course. The bed moved as Dan readjusted himself, and I felt a second hand join the first on my ass for a moment as he steadied himself. Then I felt his fist at the junction between me and Brian, and then the strange sensation of a second penis entering my pussy, pushing against the first to make room. Once again, Brian stiffened, the sensation of another man's cock touching his own alien and unfamiliar. It was at this moment that I realized that, for all intents and purposes, Brian was a virgin to this circumstance. I tried to remember the first time I had seen or touched a man's cock, but it had been so long ago that I had forgotten the fear and trepidation I had felt in my teenage years. I tried to empathize with Brian's plight, but struggled to recall the emotions from so long ago. The best that I could do was hold on to him as he felt Dan's cock fight his own for territory. He felt me squeeze him, but he misunderstood my reaction. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "No, baby," I said. "It's new to me, that's all." He smiled, though it seemed a little weaker than his normal confident self. "Tell me about it," he quipped. Dan's cock found its trajectory and slide inside me, his shaft and Brian's striking a rhythm inside of me and against each other. I was producing enough lubrication for the three of us, so - from my perspective - I found myself to be quite comfortable. The sensation, however, was wild. Brian, for the most part, held on to me and didn't move very much, but with Dan's piston driving back and forth behind me it felt like both cocks were sawing me in two, but in the most pleasurable way possible. I reached behind me and managed to get my hand on Dan's hip to get him to stop for a moment and just hold himself inside me. Buried entirely inside my body, I ground down on Brian and forced him as deep as I could. Satisfied that I had both men inside me as deep as they would go, I simply relished in the moment. "Please," I said. "Don't move. Let me stay like this for a little while." It took a few moments, but I found myself starting to relax into the sensations and let my head sort out its hectic thoughts. The two most important men in my life, closer to me and each other more literally than I ever imagined. I wanted to remember this feeling for the rest of my life, and didn't want it to end. The realization dawned on me that both men cared about me deeply, and I tried my best to reach back to give Dan a kiss. He leaned forward across my back and managed to brush his lips against my own with a surprising amount of tenderness that belied the lewd position. It is an indescribable feeling to be between two men, held from the front and from behind. Most people find sex to be adventurous by having many positions to choose from, having sex from one side or the other, but when it happens at the same time it's as if your hearing suddenly goes from mono to stereo. It felt as if I had been having half a sex life up until that moment. I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me, felt a need to find words. I wanted to talk about what I was feeling, wanted to try to sort out the sensations aloud. Whenever I had had sex, there always feels a varying sense of closeness. Missionary is a favorite position, as is when I lie on top of Dan and can kiss him underneath me. I'm pinned, captured within his arms in a protective embrace. When he's behind me, though, he gets deeper inside of me and - from that perspective - I feel much closer to him physically. The trade-off is that I feel exposed and emotionally, my chest facing away from him, and it's more about the sexual act than the drive for emotional intimacy. This, however, was the most unexpected feeling, one that I would never have imagined on my own until it actually happened. Both sides of my desire, for physical and emotional intimacy, were satisfied. There were no feelings of vulnerability, no sense of needing to give one up in order to have the other. It was the most sexually and emotionally intimate completeness I had ever experienced in my life. I wanted so much to share with them my feeling of completeness, of wholeness. I wanted them to know that they had given this to me, had blessed me with a true gift. I wanted them to know how much it meant. No, I thought, don't say this out loud. Keep it to yourself. I sighed, as much from resignation as from contentment. There was no way of knowing just what their state of minds were, and no way to tell if they might take it the wrong way. I couldn't see how, but I didn't want to risk bursting the bubble. The boys held on for as long as they could, but I suppose I was asking too much for them to stay still. I could feel each of them throb inside me, and can only imagine how different the sensations must have been for each of them as well. From below I could feel Brian's cock pulsing and pushing upwards, trying to get some relief. He was pressing against Dan, who tried to stay steady inside me as I had asked, but found himself reacting against Brian's cock in rhythm. Soon the gentle rocking became more insistent sliding, and then once again I was being fucked. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I love a good pounding like any woman, and my two guys were taking me joyfully out of my emotional reverie and into the realm of passionate lovemaking. I tried to kiss Brian, but the forceful pushes from my husband made it clear that mouth-to-mouth contact would likely wind up in a broken nose or chipped tooth. Suddenly Dan withdrew, and being with only one cock inside me suddenly left me feeling almost as empty as having none. I was surprised to feel as if I were left totally vacant, even though Brian was still embedded in my womb. Then, without warning, he was gone too. My pussy felt less-than-empty - at least, that's the only way I can seem to describe the sudden withdrawal of both men from my body. My pussy grabbed at nothingness, not registering the loss. "He's taking me in his mouth," Brian whispered to me, explaining what was happening. I looked at his face carefully. "How does it feel?" I asked, genuinely curious. He thought over the question, and then admitted, "He's pretty good, actually." He seemed genuinely surprised that he might actually be enjoying Dan's work. Once more, I felt Brian's cock pushed back inside my pussy, and the terrible vacant feeling went away. I still longed for Dan's cock as well, and I wondered - not for the last time, either - whether I could ever be satisfied with just one cock inside me again. Dan again pushed himself into me, and this time he seemed to slide in on rails. I don't know whether he had remembered the same angle as before, or if my body somehow learned what to do after the awkward first try, but with the first stroke both men knew where they belonged inside of me. I loved it. Brian held me close from underneath, and Dan worked away from behind me. For all the times I had been with Dan it had either been one or the other, and I couldn't help but be amazed that I had never in my life pictured both at the same time. I felt consumed by both men, the attention of being double-penetrated was wrapped in a bubble of a loving embrace. There was raw animalistic power coming from Dan, and strong, masculine stability holding me securely from Brian. The two characteristics each had their place, but it's physically impossible to experience them both at the same time with just one man. With shocking rapidity I felt the orgasmic itch demand to be scratched to satisfaction. "Don't st-stop, Dan," I stuttered. My husband, knowing me so well by now to sense my physical response to him, held onto my hips tighter in order to gain leverage and more power. In contrast, Brian wrapped his arms around me and held me gently, kissing my forehead. I exploded in a torrent of profanity and unintelligible noises. Dan continued to ride me through the orgasm, each thrust ratcheting up my arousal beyond the point where I thought I could bear it. I briefly thought about how fortunate I was to have Brian there to hold me, because it allowed me to truly let go with my orgasm. I didn't have to hold myself up for leverage, didn't have to worry about my body collapsing, didn't have to fear shifting my position and ruining the experience. Instead, Brian's body underneath me gave me such a powerful platform to let go, that I simply let it happen naturally. I had not realized that my orgasms were often accompanied by a desperate, almost unpleasant fight for control over my own body. When all I wanted to do was collapse and resign myself to the feelings overtaken me, I had trained myself to tolerate the need to keep myself in position for Dan's sake. With Brian there, I didn't need to worry about that and, for the first time in my life, felt as if I enjoyed the roller-coaster of my orgasm without fighting it. With my breathing under control, I could feel Brian's chest rise and fall with a gentle chuckle. "That looked like you enjoyed it," he said, reading my mind. I looked up at him, glancing into his smiling eyes, before my own rolled back into my head. He laughed even harder, which caused his cock to jump at the same time. I couldn't even begin to imagine what Dan must have felt when he did that. Soon after, though, I felt Dan withdraw from me, and once more I felt the sadness overwhelm me. I felt abandoned, the fullness inside me needing to be returned. Almost immediately, I felt the pressure of Dan's cock against my ass, and braced myself. Dan and I didn't do anal very often, because when we did it always started off somewhat awkwardly. Once I got used to his girth entering from the back door, I found the act pleasurable, but like anything else where the beginning doesn't go smoothly you tend to avoid the entire act. I enjoyed anal sex quite a lot, but sometimes I could psych myself out of doing it. This time, however, I already had Brian's wonderful penis inside my pussy, and the pressure against my ass didn't feel awkward at all. I bore down as he pushed inside of me, and he popped the crown of his cockhead past my sphincter much faster than normal, and with surprising ease. As the inches slipped inside, the earlier fullness I had felt with both men in my pussy felt practically cavernous by comparison. "Kylie!" Brian said, alarmed. I looked at him, questioningly. "Breathe!" It was at that point that I realized I had been holding my breath - not out of pain but rather out of enjoyment of the sensation. I inhaled, feeling the rush of air fill my lungs. As I did so, my body eased both men into the right nooks of my body. In fact, it felt almost like they both clicked into position at the same time. Now embedded inside my ass, Dan was far more gentle. He took ahold of my waist and began to roll me onto my side, and I slowly went along with him. Brian was confused at first as to what was going on, but Dan reached down to grab his arm and pull him along with the two of us. Soon we were all lying on our side. Brian's cock was still deeply embedded in my pussy, while Dan was nestled up to my back in a spooning position, cock firmly entrenched in my ass. Neither of us moved very much, but I could feel Dan flexing inside of me. "Brian," I said, kissing him again. This time the sensation was far more loving and tender. "I'm sorry I seemed like such a bitch." "It's okay," he said. "I think I understand why." "I wanted to get closer to you, but I didn't know how to do it without messing up things with Dan," I blurted. "You wanted to get this close?" he joked, raising an eyebrow. I realized just how odd this conversation was, given what we were doing. I took the question at face value, though. "Yes," I said. "I didn't know what it would look like, exactly, but I think this is exactly what I've wanted for a long time now." Brian kissed me. "I think I can say the same thing," he said. "I can't believe we're doing this. I can't believe I'm inside you." "I can't believe you both are!" I giggled. Brian nodded. "I can feel him fucking you from the other side," he said. It seemed an odd thing for him to say, because it seemed pretty obvious to me that he would feel everything that Dan was doing. Dan was fucking me pretty hard now, and hadn't said anything. I knew that he was getting pretty close, which is when it struck me. Brian was feeling that too, and he knew Dan was going to come in my ass and he would feel it. I didn't know why this might trouble Brian, and I had no idea what was going on inside his mind. I could, however, let him know what was going on inside of mine. "I want you to feel it," I said, trying to sound reassuring and sexy at the same time. "I want you to be a part of this and join us in our bed and be close to us." He nodded. It didn't come out exactly the way I had thought it in my head, but he seemed to get the picture. I had wanted to get closer to Brian, wanted to satisfy my own selfish desire to take my relationship with him to the next level. At the same time I needed him to know that my relationship with Dan was paramount, that he wouldn't be dethroning Dan at any time. Even if he had said that he understood - and I believed that he did - there needed to be a very clear and unambiguous sign that we were inviting him into our relationship, not just progressing with me alone. "Besides," I whispered just loud enough so that he could hear. "I think Dan has a crush on you too." Brian smirked. "I think I got a clue when he shoved my cock in his mouth," he said. I raised a hand to my mouth instinctively to hide my giggle, but Dan was rapidly approaching the point of no return. His hips were jackhammering against my cheeks, his cock stretching and reaching deeper inside me with each thrust. "I want you to watch this, Brian," I whispered intensely. "I want you to watch and feel Dan come inside my ass. I can't tell you how much I've wanted you to be part of this." Brian nodded, saying nothing. I did feel him push his hips against me harder, though. Dan struggled to gain purchase on my body, with Brian's torso pressed up against my chest there was no way Dan could wrap his arms around me to hold me closer to him so that he could release. Brian reached across me and the two men grasped each other's forearms. I watched in amazement as Dan and Brian locked grips, muscles and veins straining with an intensity I had never seen before. Men had grabbed me during sex, had held me in place so that they could fuck me, but I had never seen the strength and power in their arms like I did at that moment. It made me wonder if men held back their strength as well during their moment of triumph. "You can come too, if you want," I said, just loud enough for Brian to hear. "Not yet," he said. I felt a pang of disappointment, wondering what it would have felt like if both men had been able to come at the same time, but perhaps there would be another time to try. Caught Between a Rock and A Hard... Dan grunted, and I felt a hot warm begin to fill me. He used Brian's leverage to keep pounding my ass, pushing his come further inside my body, until he collapsed in exhaustion against my back. My eyes never left Dan's, and a grin began to spread across his face. I felt a similar reaction on my own, and soon we were beaming at each other. "Well, that was new," Brian quipped. "You could feel that?" Dan wheezed from behind me, gasping for air. "Every squirt," Brian confirmed. I had never thought about what it would feel like from inside my other cavity, and now felt somewhat envious that Brian had been able to feel something inside my body that I would never be able to. I kissed Brian as I felt Dan began to shrink inside me. "I think it's your turn," I said, and winked. "I want to take you from behind," he said. Something about the way he said it made me weak with anticipation. Within moments we had repositioned ourselves so that I was on my hands and knees getting rammed by Brian. There was pure magic in his cock, and I wondered if I'd be able to reach a rare third orgasm. I felt Dan pivot underneath me so that he could reach my pussy with his mouth. Once more I felt a sensation that was new, as Brian's cock rode me to exquisite heights while Dan's mouth worked his familiar ministrations against my clit in exactly the way I liked. I learned later that the entire time he was licking me, Dan was also caressing Brian's balls, making it very difficult for Brian to hold back until I came. By now it was all I could do to stay up on all fours. I lay my head down on Dan's body underneath me, but couldn't quite get the angle before that I had with Brian. Even so, the pangs of orgasm tickled my groin until I was able to let go. Without Dan sucking my pussy I doubt I would have been able to have another orgasm, but as it was the multiple sensory inputs would not cheat me this night. Unfortunately I simply couldn't hold myself up any longer and I collapsed forward, pulling off of Brian's cock just as he seemed to be getting close. I rolled to the side and onto the bed, completely free from both men, twisted and watched with regret as Brian's cock bounced in frustration. Dan's hand was still caressing Brian's balls, and he immediately went into action. Almost as if the entire event was staged, Dan swooped in and took Brian into his mouth once more, sucking hard and deep. Once more I was astounded at the sight, and once more I found myself more aroused than I thought I ever would be. After three orgasms and two cocks, I could not help but run my fingers through my pussy lips as I watched. Dan must have been incredibly good, or Brian was too far gone to care whether it was me or Dan who was finishing him off. He started breathing slowly and deeply, holding each breath at the top and arching his back. Suddenly he grabbed Dan's hair and pressed his cock into my husband's throat, his eyes so wild I thought they might pop out of his head. Dan coughed and sputtered, and I knew exactly what had happened: Brian must have poured himself into Dan's mouth. I wondered if Dan had tried to swallow it and, if he did, just how much he succeeded. I found myself wistful, however, as it had been my fantasy to swallow Brian's come from his body, and I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that Dan would have had the opportunity first. When Brian finally let Dan go, he struggled to keep himself on his feet. His cock swung back and forth lewdly, betraying this violence of his orgasm with a deep reddish purple color. He seemed to be struggling to catch his breath, or even remain standing. Dan stood up, turned and looked at me, and smiled. I couldn't quite read the look on his face, but it was clear to me that he had just fulfilled a few fantasies of his own, and was damn proud of it. He came over to me, and kissed me. I could taste and smell Brian's treasure on his lips, and he said, "I'll take the guest shower. You two should take the master." I nodded, and kissed him again. Dan knew that I needed to have a moment with Brian, and he was giving us an intimate setting to do it without making anything awkward in the aftermath of a threesome. I took Brian's hand as he leaned up against the wall, his breathing slowly returning to normal, and led him into the bathroom. As we stood waiting for the water to warm up, I folded myself up into his arms. He had a sheen of sweat from his exertion, but I didn't mind. "Did you know that Dan wanted me too?" he asked, suddenly. I pulled away from him so that I could look at him better. "No, actually," I said. "I mean, he probably had dropped hints but I've been lost in my own thoughts. I was really surprised. Did you?" He shook his head. "No," he confessed. "He only mentioned that you had been fighting with some feelings for me, and that you both wanted the relationship to find - what did he call it? - it's 'natural state.'" "He told me that when he talked to you, you told him that it had been your life-long fantasy," I recounted. "What did you mean?" Brian laughed. "We started talking about what a 'natural state' meant, and he suggested that if it meant joining your bed that it would be an invitation from the two of you," he said. "So he asked me if I'd ever thought about double-penetration, and I said that it had been a life-long fantasy. And it was." I stepped into the shower, and pulled him in with me. I was pleased to find that he had not quite lost his erection, and when he started recounting the double-penetration fantasy, it was beginning to revive. "I think we had a lot of fantasies fulfilled tonight," I said. "Did what Dan was doing... turn you on?" Brian asked awkwardly. My eyes gleamed. "Oh yes," I said. "It turned me on a lot." "It turned me on that it turned you on," he said, and then added quickly, "as well as Dan." I knew at that moment that Brian had been willing to find a 'natural state' as well, and we had probably hit it with Dan. He said it without concern or hostility, though, just letting me know that he probably wouldn't be doing any further exploration with Dan. "I never imagined it could be that good," I said, trying to continue the positive side of things. "I felt things that went beyond anything I ever conceived of. I didn't want it to end." He nodded. "I felt like I could have gone all night." I looked down between his legs to see that he wasn't lying. "I confess I was a little jealous," I said, not even hiding my stare at his cock. "Jealous of what?" he asked. I took his cock in my hand. "I know now that Dan must have had the fantasy of sucking you off just as much as I did," I said, "but I really wanted to feel you come in my mouth." He smiled. "Me too," he said. "I never lay in bed fantasizing about Dan, you know." "You think you can give me one more fantasy?" I smirked at my own cleverness. He twitched. "Let's go for it," he said. I smiled up at him, and then found my way to my knees. By the time I had him in my mouth he was completely turgid. I worked his cock in my mouth until the water threatened to go cold, and when he came I felt an undeniable sense of pride at my accomplishment. I felt it spread across my tongue, and held him in my mouth long after he calmed down to a more relaxed state. "Damn, Kylie," he said. "You are unbelievably good." I looked up with a twinkle in my eye. "I bet you say that to all the girls," I joked. He shook his head, the look on his face serious. "No girl has ever been able to make me come with their mouth for the second time," he said. "You're definitely special." For some reason I felt my chest burst with pride at that. I had long fantasized about being close to Brian, tormenting him with my skills that were unsurpassed (in my fantasy life, at least). Now after getting the chance to prove myself it turned out that I had surpassed that, too. "Brian," I asked, still on my knees, looking up at him. I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. "Will you stay here tonight with us?" He smiled back at me. As I lay in bed, sandwiched between Dan and Brian, we were a tangle of limbs. I reached down and felt both men with a new-found excitement, beyond just the sexual lust that had permeated the previous few hours. I managed to feel a peace that had eluded me for months, a feeling of contentment that I genuinely believed I would never get. I had thought I would be doomed to a longing for closeness that I would never achieve, forced to suffer alone in my own private hell. As I held both men in my hands, and I felt sleep start to overtake me, I reveled in being nestled between the two men I cared for the most. For the first time since I could remember, I felt content and more satisfied than any woman had a right to be.