My husband doesn’t always need to be there. 

It’s not that I don’t enjoy having him watch, it’s just that on occasion, I like to lose myself in the moment and not worry about Greg. And this is doubly so when I’m with two men at the same time.  But, since I am a loving wife, and since my husband did ask, I set my phone up on the dresser in the hotel room, turned on Zoom, and made sure the bed was clear and visible through the camera. My new overs hadn't arrived yet, so I took a moment to speak directly to the handsome man at home. 

“They’re going to be here soon, my love. And they’ve promised to take no prisoners. They’re going to fuck me and use me and I’m already so turned on I can barely stand it. Are you sure you want to watch?”

“Are you kidding me?” Greg asked over the video chat. “I’m already hard, baby. I haven’t seen you with two handsome men in…. I don’t know, forever? Have I seen you with two men?”

“You’re usually one of them,” I said with a laugh.

The truth was, I was a tiny bit nervous. They guys coming were both younger than me, more fit, and they were expecting a perfect slut. They knew I was married, and they promised that it turned them on more, but I had this lingering doubt that I was out of my league. 

“It’s going to be fine, Love. You have a good time and then come home so I can clean you up and fuck you again. If you’re up for it, that is. These two might tire you out.”

Before I could say anything, I heard a knock on the door, so I blew him a kiss, took a deep breath, and flattened out my dress–the only thing I was wearing. When I opened the door I was met with two handsome smiling faces, and I felt a flush come to my cheeks. They looked like college rugby players: chiseled and a bit rough around the edges. They held a hint of danger in their eyes and their hands were so large I could only imagine what the rest of them were like. 

“You must be Katie; Christ, you’re even hotter in person.”

“Seriously. I didn’t know they made married women who look like you.”

I took a step back, trying to keep my cool.

“Come on in,” I said with a blush.

They pushed by me, and instantly paced through the room, checking out the bathroom, the windows, the two bottles of champagne on ice and of course the king-sized bed. I could feel their eyes devouring every detail, including me. After a minute or two of inspection, then turned to face me, stood next to each other, and grinned. 

“We’re going to gobble you up,” Brad said. 

“He’s going to gobble. I’m going to fuck,” said Pete. “Are you still down with everything we discussed?”

I nodded, unsure if my voice would work. 

“You gotta say it,” Brad added. “We need to hear it. Tell us what you want.”

I stepped closer, feeling their presence in front of me as it radiated off their strong bodies. 

“I want you both to fuck me. In fact, you can do whatever you like with me. I’m here for you to enjoy however you want.”

They looked at each other, fist pumped, and then they were on me like a well-oiled machine. These two had clearly done this before. Probably many times. One of them kissed me while the other moved behind me and quickly undid my dress. Within seconds I was naked between two strong men who were quickly growing hard against my body. 

When Brad pushed me gently to the floor, I didn’t protest, and soon I had a cock in each hand. I took one of them into my mouth and then the other, choking and gagging as I sucked them to full hardness. They gripped chunks of my hair in their rough hands and slowly began to fuck my mouth in long deep thrusts. When I looked up at the camera, I knew my mascara was running, I was drooling, and I must have looked like the biggest slut in the world. 

Hopefully it was just what my husband wanted. “Feel how wet she is,” Pete said as he pushed two fingers inside me. “Just from sucking our cocks. She’s nothing like those little college girls we double team all the time.”

“Seriously, bro. Just look at her take my cock. I swear this girl’s a pro.”

When they pulled me up between them, I began to find my confidence again. Afterall, it was just sex, right? I had fucked enough men to know what I was doing, and just because these guys were young and hung, didn’t mean they knew all there was to know. 

“Which one of you wants to fuck me first?” I whispered, kissing Brad on the mouth so he could taste his own cock.

When I turned to kiss Pete as well, they pressed me so hard between them I nearly came. I had one hard cock against my ass and the other on my stomach and I felt so small and so turned on I could barely stand it. When they lifted me up and held me in their arms, I suddenly felt someone against my wet pussy. Without a word one of them slid inside me and I had no idea which one it was. Between their mouths on my neck and my lips, their hands everyone at once, and a thick hard cock inside me, I was lost to everything but the sensation of getting fucked. 

When they switched, I still had no idea who was who and it didn’t matter. They were so strong they barely struggled to lift me and fuck me, and it wasn’t until they pushed me onto the bed that I remember Greg was watching through the camera. I knelt facing the foot of the bed as Brad climbed behind me and Pete started to fuck my mouth again. 

I winked at my husband, and then let myself go between those two beautiful cocks. All I knew was that I was being filled from both ends, and I was loving every second of it. They rocked me back and forth between them and my mouth and my cunt were dripping in equal amounts. 

And when Brad grabbed my ass and cried out that he was coming, I lost it as well. I didn’t stop sucking the cock in my mouth even as I felt myself flooded with come, but I did clench around that handsome boy, milking his cock as I came and came loving every second of it. 

Just when I thought Pete might come as well, he lifted me up like a rag doll, tossed me to my back, and then was inside me as well, using his best friend’s cum as lube. He pinned me to the bed and told me to beg for his cum like the little slut that I was.

“Please,” I moaned loud enough for my husband to hear over the zoom. “I want your cum too. I want to feel both of you in my married cunt.”

“Fuck you’re so nasty,” he growled as he fucked me harder and faster. “Your husband is barely going to feel it when he fucks you later. You’ll be dripping our cum for days.”

I wrapped my legs around him, hoping it was true, and I started to come again as I pictured my darling Greg going down on me, tasting the cum of these two handsome college boys as he cried into my pussy. I clenched and moaned as Pete let loose too, and the reality of my actions hit me all at once: I had the cum of two strangers inside me and I didn’t want to stop.

By the time Pete finished coming, Brad was hard again, and before I knew what was happening, I was back on my knees getting fucked again. 

I don’t know how long they used me, but I know that they came in my mouth and my cunt at least three or four more time. At one point they took me at the same time, Brad in my ass and Pete in my pussy, and I stared at the camera crying real tears as my entire body convulsed with the biggest orgasm I have ever had. When they came, filling both holes, some part of me snapped as I realized what I had done. What I had encouraged and what I had begged for. 

As they held me, I could only whisper and whimper my sighs of satisfaction and exhaustion. They kissed me and wiped my body down with warm towels as they told me I was the best fuck they had ever had. When we finally opened the champagne, stil naked, and still smelling of sex, I turned off the camera. 

Greg could wait until I got home. And if I could still stand he’d take me in his arms, tell me he loved me, and then fuck my brains out one last time before bed. 

Unless, of course, I didn’t make it back until morning.