It had been almost a year since I was with Tom Cooz. Back then we barely knew each other. We shared an interest in making movies, an appetite for sex and an afternoon of both. After that we kept in contact while he lived far away.

Last night I kissed him with desire that for a year only my fingertips on a keyboard could express. I reached for the growing bulge in his pants, unzipped him, got him out for a taste. He took deep breaths, said something that had my name in it, I can’t remember. My kid was in the living room playing trains with Daddy, and I was distracted, afraid of being caught. I asked him to wait. It’s the worst thing to demand from a hard cock, but waiting is the torturous plight of parents. (Let this be a lesson to the childless but reckless.)

We busied ourselves with computer work, rejoined Jay and the wee one till it was bedtime. A long story whispered softly soon eased my little monkey to slumber. I stood in front of the mirror for a moment, composing myself, what do I want tonight? I wanted so much, but I only had so much time, I had to narrow down my desire to keep it strong and focused. I went to get my men.

They were both stoned when I found them. I wondered if it would work in my favor or against me. I started losing my focus. I knew I wanted to be double-fucked, but I didn’t know how I wanted to begin. I lay on my back while Jay pleasured my pussy. Tom kissed me, licked my nipples, fed me his big fat tasty cock. I adjusted my posture to accommodate him as he fucked into my throat. Once in a while I stopped to enjoy the view of his beautiful body above me.

When I saw that Jay was ready, I wanted to claim my prize. He lay on his back and I mounted him, securing his cock in my cunt first before I invited Tom into my ass. Tom stood by my side feeding me his cock while I rode Jay. He leaned on Jay’s handpainted canvas backdrop and almost fell off the bed. I could feel Jay getting distracted. I had to act quickly. I ordered Tom to fuck my ass, “Now! I want it now!”

It was awkward. Where to put one’s legs becomes a dilemma when coupling in threes. I guided his cock into my behind, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” He got into a rhythm inside me. I was getting what I wanted, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Tom and I bumped our heads together at some point. That was the last straw for Jay. He pulled out of my cunt to feed me his soft cock. Tom kept his rhythm in my ass, his hands around my waist. His hard cock doing its work brought me to orgasm, and mine brought him his. I held Tom’s head against my shoulder as I felt him ejaculate on my foot.

The three of us lay around in bed talking after washing up. Tom pulled his legs up over my head to get up and wound up kicking the side of my head, not hard, but just enough to crack me up and make it memorable. It’s as if his legs grew another couple inches just yesterday and his perception of his size is all skewed. It reminded me of our dog, Animal, who grew up from being a puppy into a large Akita too fast.

After Tom left, Jay and I talked some more. I confided that I held our early MFM threesome experiences with Mitchell and Keith as an unrealistic standard I keep trying to measure up to. It isn’t fair to myself or any of our current lovers. Back then I was the innocent, the inexperienced young woman being taken by two men at once. That will never be the same. I am now the one who has to plan moves in advance and take the reins. I admit I take it personally when one or both of my lovers don’t finish. I should have talked dirtier, I should have changed into sluttier clothing, anything to take my man’s mind away from the daily humdrum.

Jay feels the need to reclaim me after I’ve been with another man. Through the next day he pleasured my body thoroughly, doing everything that triggers my releases. Orgasms led to many more in the hands of the man who knows my body best.