My husband and I recently had a few days off together. We took full advantage of them and set up a meetup with someone we met online.

We'd ben playing a little game with each other in how we chose the person. Before pics were ever exchanged we both chose three of our favorites based on DMs and chats. As we started making sure each of the six were real and stable people, we'd mark them off the list if they didn't respond or some red flags came up. My three picks were first on the list, with his three following up.

I must be terrible at choosing people through sites and apps. Maybe we should have used Reddit for this and I'd have had better options. Sorry! But my first option stopped responding to us. My second option politely declined to meetup once we realized how far away we lived from each other. The third person suddenly seemed WAY too excited once we brought up possibly meeting in person.

My husband's list? First fucking person seemed just fine and was the lucky guy who DROVE 300 MILES to fuck me. My husband bragged for days about having all the luck in picking people. I think he was a little relieved when we got the first pics of the guy and he was very average. Normal looking guy in his 40s with a physique that is best described as a really good version of a dadbod. The fact that he wasn't a chiseled six-and-half feet tall was obviously a relief my husband, even if he didn't say it. What's worse is that his second choice ALSO worked out. We'd already been able to meet up with him before Eric was able to come to us. I've not heard the end of it.

I think the guy (he chose the name Eric when I asked if I could write about what happened) was a little self-conscious. But we also made a big mistake. Or maybe it's actually that we took a big chance. We'd never discussed with Eric the possibility of recording what we did. The idea didn't even occur to me at all. It didn't hit my husband until we were on our way back to the bedroom. Like an idiot, my husband blurted it out and Eric seemed slightly annoyed that we didn't mention it earlier. He didn't say that he was, but there was just long enough of a pause that it became a little awkward. But he agreed to let us record as long he got to see the video before he left and if we'd delete it if he didn't like it. Since that is how we'd have done it anyway, we agreed.

We'd talked through it for a couple of minutes and had already made our way to the bed. As soon as the recording thing was settled, we all undressed. Nothing hot, sultry, or seductive about it. It was unceremonious, but still natural somehow. I think the three of us just knew what were there for and went right for it.

My husband's role was to watch. He could jack off if he wanted to. Once Eric and I started making out, he did just that. He did it really slowly for a long time. He didn't even speed up when Eric started kissing my chest, licking my tits, and working his way down my stomach. I was watching to see if my husband was enjoying himself. He definitely was. We made eye contact a couple of times and I know his happy look. He had it on, but never sped up his stroke. I lost track my husband the second Eric kissed the top of my pubes. For some reason that brought me right back to the moment and fixated my attention on the man that was clearly about to eat me out.

Eric ran his tongue over me for a few minutes. He never got me past heavy breathing before I asked him to fuck me. He crawled up my body and as he settled between my legs I asked if he was ready to go. He reached down and grabbed his dick and pointed it right at my wet pussy. Making breathe heavy wasn't all he'd done! When I felt the pressure from the head of his cock, I knew he was ready. I was ready to suck his dick for a few minutes. I wish I would have, but he was already more than hard enough and didn't need my help.

I gasped as he shoved his dick inside me. I'm glad I was ready for him because he wasn't very gentle or considerate. He wasn't rough about it either. That would have been great! He was just a horny man and was ready to have at me. He fucked me missionary for quite a while. Eric had endurance. He never fucked me hard, but he also never stopped fucking me at all. He had a nice steady pace that he barely broke even when he was putting my calves on his shoulders, moving them back down, or pushing my legs up so that the backs of my knees would rest on his arms. He barely skipped a beat.

Eventually, Eric said, "Put your ass in the air."

The steadiness of how he fucked me had its charm and I'd sort of gotten into it. So I had to ask him what he'd said and then what he meant by it.

"Get up on all fours. Put your ass in the air," he said.

I asked, "Doggystyle?"

He answered, "Yeah."

I did as I was told and asked, "Like this?"

Another, "Yeah."

I'm sure Eric was feeling the drinks we'd had. I was. For me it was in a good way. Eric would say later that he hadn't felt much. Now that he trusted us more, he admitted that he'd nursed his two small drinks so that he wouldn't be too drunk in case he needed to leave if something went or seemed wrong early in the evening.

I caught my husband looking at his phone. It was propped up on something on the arm of the chair in our bedroom, so he didn't even have to take his hand off his cock to make sure it was still recording. He now had his REALLY happy look on!

After waiting long enough to catch his eye, and see that he was comfortable with everything, I tried let loose a little more so that he'd get a little more a of a show. I started grabbing and rubbing my tits while Eric was fucking me. It was hard hold myself up with one arm so I had to stop. So I tried some dirty talk.

I barely heard Eric mutter, "You have a great ass. I love your ass....your cheeks."

I asked him, "You wanna make them clap?" That made him picked up his pace a little. There was some clapping after that!

I looked back at husband and asked him, "This what you like? You wanted to see someone else fuck me?" He nodded without a word. He also came, silently, all over himself!

Eric didn't know my husband had just finished. It wasn't long before he did too. Almost as quietly as my husband had.

It was all so vanilla. I felt bad for Eric. He drove so far and all he'd gotten was some pretty vanilla sex. I felt a little sorry for myself, too. I was worked up, but both men had already cum. This was the second fucking time in a row that I hadn't cum when I'd had TWO men in the room at the same time in the past month!

I tried to keep things lively by asking Eric if there's something he'd like to see me do to get myself off. Without a second's hesitation he said, "Hump one of your pillows."

OK.

He seemed sure that was something he wanted. It was like he was waiting to ask me, or someone, to do it. So I said, "Would you be able to fuck me again if I did that for you?"

He tried to hide that he was worried he was lying when he said, "Yeah. We'll fuck again when you're done." So I threw the rag I'd been holding between my legs to the side, got on my knees on the bed, and squatted down on one of our pillows.

They weren't doing it for me. Or maybe I'm not very good at humping things. I just couldn't get into a rhythm with them. I thought maybe if I put a vibrator on top or in one of them, that it would help. It didn't. I got frustrated after a while and went over to Eric and tried to suck him back to hard. That didn't work. I needed to cum and I was starting to get frustrated.

Then I heard a zipper. I knew both men's jeans had long been off, so it caught my attention. It was my husband taking the cover off of a small pillow I sleep with between my knees. Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeled down between his legs trying to get him back up. When I looked back from there after hearing the zipper, my husband said he had an idea. It turned out to be a clever one! He put the vibrator I'd gotten out inside the little pillow's cover. After rezipping it, which he barely got done without ripping the cover, the vibrator was lodged in place because the fabric over it was pulled so tight. He could still press the buttons on the end of the vibrator, so he turned it on and tossed it to me.

It landed between my face and Eric's crotch, resting on my arm that was still out in front of me because I had kept my grip on Eric's flaccid dick. I was immediately excited. Eric was too. I stood up and he moved aside so I could climb up on the bed.

I arranged the pillow between my legs. I slowly figured out how to moved so that my clit kept hitting the top of the vibrator as I rocked back and forth. Maybe I was thrusting a little too. When I watched the recording, I was fascinated at seeing my hips move the way I'd moved them. Whatever the motion, I kept my grinding my clit on the vibrator tip as best I could. The pillow has a heart shape to it so that it rests between your legs better at night. The wide part was on the bed. The bottom part of the heart was pointing up and the vibrator tip was resting on the point. It felt good. I can only imagine what it must feel like when you have something that's made for what I was doing instead of some rigged setup.

I started making noise after a just a couple of minutes on top of that little pillow. I think I understand men's instinct to thrust more and harder now. Once I started feeling good, I didn't want to stop moving my hips. The movement was really awkward and not something I'm used to. It was wearing me out really fast. But I didn't care. I just ignored that and kept swaying, pressing, moving, grinding, thrusting. I started to lose my sense of awareness about what was around me. Ecstasy can do that to a girl! But I suddenly thought about Eric and my husband. I was doing this for them too.

I held off cumming as best I could. I finally ASKED them if I could cum! That isn't how I normally go about getting off! But it just kind of happened. And I was going to cum anyway unless they physically stopped me from fucking that vibrating pillow. They both said, yes, I could cum.

So I did!

I warned them I was going to. And kept going. My orgasm started. I told the men, "I'm cumming!" I moaned. I said, "God! Oh, God!" a couple of times. Then moaned some more. I came down from my climax and realized I was REALLY sensitive and asked them to "Make it stop." I felt so good I couldn't even think about how to find the button on the vibrator, but I need to it stop. Why I didn't just fall off the thing, I don't know.

Eric DID end up fucking me again. After the pillow, I needed a few minutes myself. That gave him enough time to recuperate. He fucked me off the edge of the bed. He had to put a lot of effort into it this time, I think just to get off. I had started to wonder if would. When he did, I could tell it wasn't much. I think he was worn out.

Still, he didn't sleep long. He insisted on sleeping on our couch. I caught him going out our front door about two hours later. I hadn't been able to go to sleep for some reason. My husband didn't have that problem, so I was just laying there bored, so I got up.

I'm glad I did because it gave me a chance to tell Eric goodbye. He messaged that he got back home OK, despite the long drive on little sleep. It didn't come up, but I think we'll end up seeing Eric again.