From `Little Flirt': 

PLAYING WITH TWO GUYS... OR -
TURNING MFM FANTASY INTO REALITY TURNS OUT TO BE FUN!


The following true story was sent to Joan in late 
December, 1998, by a lady who... on the Internet... 
calls herself `Little Flirt.'  It is presented here 
just as she wrote it... with minimal editing of format, 
spelling, etc.  As she says, the "names have been 
changed to protect the naughty-but-nice."



I have been reading the alt.sex.stories newsgroups for 
years, and one of the more interesting fantasies this 
has generated in me (and, I think, my husband) is that 
of basking in the joint attentions of two randy young 
men.  This is the story of how I finally got to realize 
the pleasures of having two men at once.


It was a Friday night, and my husband, Dean and I had 
gone to one of the local dance/pool bars.  The main 
fare was country music (what do you expect, in Texas!), 
but there was also a good mix of pop and 'light' techno 
(if there is such a thing).  We go to hang out, play 
pool, watch the dancers and the pretty girls, and 
dance.  That is, I like to dance.  My husband is a 
better dancer than he thinks he is, but he really has 
to be in the mood to get on the floor.  So, usually, I 
dance alone, with a girlfriend, or sometimes a nice, 
cute guy, who isn't scared off by my rings.  My man 
watches unobtrusively, (he says he isn't jealous, 
really, he just likes to watch me dance) and watches 
the other women move as well.  I can't say I blame him, 
besides, he has good taste!

Well, we had been at the club for about two hours, when 
the DJ started up a really strange version of the 
'Macarena'.  I have to get up and dance, whichever 
version it is, because it feels good, it's easy, and 
it's playful, everyone has a good time.  As usual, my 
hubby sat it out, and I danced with my usual 'sultry' 
attitude.  The guy next to me was staring at me the 
entire time, and I was giving him plenty of teasing 
'come-on' glances, the bobbing of my C's and the wiggle 
of my bottom giving him a bit of a thrill.  I felt a 
little shy afterward, and fled to my husband as the 
song ended.  He gave me a big hug and a look that said 
'you are such a tease.'  He told me that it was very 
obvious the guy wanted me, and that he was probably 
curious to see how my bottom moved when I was being 
fucked.  Dean never talked like that in public, and it 
shocked me.  I looked at his face for a sign of anger, 
but I found a flicker of mischief instead.  I asked 
him, "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you think I mean?"

"Don't answer a question with another question!  What 
are you thinking?"  I felt like a little girl with her 
hand in the cookie jar.

He looked at me, looked in my eyes, and smiled at me.  
He said: "I know how hot you get when you read and 
think about those stories with one girl at the mercy of 
two men, and I know how much you want to try it for 
yourself.  Why don't you go find your dance partner and 
see if you really like him enough to consider taking 
him home?"

Yes.  I wanted to.  I really did get excited thinking 
about all the possibilities for pleasure I could have 
with two men in my bed.  But I always allowed myself to 
bask in the fantasy, in the safety that it was only 
that, and would never be able to bring harm to our 
marriage or our bodies or our love for each other... so 
long as other men were not actually brought into our 
relationship or sex play.  Now it was real!  I might 
actually be able to touch it, feel it.  I was scared.  
I felt a small fear twinge in me.  Maybe I really 
didn't want this after all.

Dean smiled at my frowning and said, "It's okay, Love.  
I just thought you might want to see if your dreams 
might be as good in reality as they are in your mind.  
Don't worry about it.  I love you."

That helped me decide.  "No, I'm not worried... it's 
okay.  I just feel a little scared.  It might be 
horrible, or it might turn into a real jealousy 
thing... or it might be really, really hot and 
wonderful.  I just want to know how you are on this.  
Is it okay to do this?"

He sighed and said, "I don't know.  We've never really 
done this before.  But, I love you, and I want you to 
enjoy sex, so long as we are exploring together.  You 
are mine, and I intend for you to stay MINE.  Just so 
long as he knows this, and accepts it, and you know who 
your man is and where your home is.  It actually does 
turn me on to think of
watching you with another man."

"Okay!" I replied, as I smiled up at him and kissed him 
lovingly.  "I'll go fetch me another man for my harem!"  
He laughed.

A slow song came on, and I approached the guy with the 
hungry eyes.  "Want to dance?"

He looked at me, a little taken aback, and finally 
said, "Sure... but aren't you married?"

"Shhh", I said, taking his hand and finding a 
relatively unpopulated corner of the dance floor.

We danced very close together.  Rubbing my soft body 
against him, I carefully and gradually found out more 
about him.  His name was Jake, he was a Sophomore at 
William and Mary, and he was spending the Summer house-
sitting for some friends he had in Texas.  

The DJ continued to play slow songs, easy to dance to, 
and easy to talk during.  Jake got a bit bolder, and 
was beginning to respond to my soft warm femininity 
pressed so close to him.  He asked me about my husband, 
and if my husband was going to deck him.  I smiled at 
him and reassured him... and gradually explained what I 
wanted, that it was okay with my husband, and that we 
were clean and healthy, and ... was he interested in 
helping me become a very happy, well-filled little 
girl?

He responded by grabbing my ass firmly through my jeans 
and pulling me against his erection, tilting my hips so 
that he brushed my (by now) very warm, engorged, and 
well-lubricated clit.  I gasped and kissed him to 
muffle the noise, then broke off and whispered that we 
needed to go.  He told me that his friends were out of 
town for a few days, and that he had a large house on 
the golf course all to himself.  I nodded and said that 
that sounded good, and would he please hurry before we 
really make a scene?

We got off the dance floor and left the club, with my 
husband an inconspicuous distance behind us.  We met 
near our car, where I introduced the two men.  All 
three of us got in our car (Jake had come to the bar in 
a Taxi), and proceeded to Jake's friend's house.  Jake 
and I were in the back seat, fully clothed, with his 
hands inside my clothes.  Dean was watching us in the 
rear view mirror as he navigated his way to our 
playhouse, with occasional prompting from Jake.

It was only a fifteen-minute drive, but I was feeling 
very frustrated by the time we rolled up to the 
beautiful three-story house.  The only drawback was 
that all the houses were so close together.  (Why do 
people do that?  Huge houses on itty bitty lots?)  A 
barking dog was behind the front door.  Jake said that 
he doubted the dog would bite us since he was with us, 
and unlocked the door.  

We made our way inside to be greeted by a beautiful 
Collie!  A very male Collie, who immediately stuck his 
nose right into my damp crotch.  I pushed him away, not 
particularly wanting the attention, and Jake chuckled 
and pulled 'Sam' to the backyard.  My husband gave me a 
naughty grin that said: "I know what other kinds of 
stories you like to read," and I blushed and said, "No!  
At least, not now!"  He cuddled me and told me that 
that was okay with him.

Jake came back into the house, and I ran upstairs, 
looking for a large bed.  The boys were quick to 
follow.

On the way up, I made a decision that changed things a 
bit.  I opened the door to room number two and found a 
California king-sized bed.  Perfect.

I faced the two men and held up my hand.  "Now, since 
you seem to enjoy being a voyeur, husband of mine, I am 
going to let you watch Jake seduce your pretty young 
wife, undress her, and cuckold you with his naked young 
cock.  No condoms.  I want to feel every hot inch of my 
new lover's meat.  I want him to feel every caress of 
my pussy, and feel the slippery hot wetness that is 
dripping from me bathing his cockhead when he takes me.  
I want his come in me, on me.  I want to taste it, and 
feel it mingle with my come, knowing that my womb may 
be ripe as my orgasm dips my cervix into his seed.  I 
want you to see your woman surrender to the full 
feelings of womanhood with another man."

Dean's eyes popped from their sockets, and his jaw went 
slack.  I thought he was going to balk, but after a few 
seconds he said, "I understand, Baby.  Okay."

Jake seemed taken aback and scared, but I smiled at 
him, and pulled him into the  bedroom, leaving the door 
open.  We stood, Jake's back to the doorway as I kissed 
him.  He relaxed, and began touching me through my 
clothes.  I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his 
jeans, and ran my hands across his warm skin.  He felt 
wonderfully exciting... new, and electrically-charged.  
I slipped off my shoes, and knelt to kiss his belly.  I 
shot a quick glance at my husband, who was watching 
with a mixed look of love, jealousy, and lustfulness.  

Jake pulled me back up to taste my mouth.  He untied 
the blue-and-black checkered shirt I had tied under my 
breasts, and pushed the shirt over my shoulders and 
down my arms.  I slipped out of the sleeves, and lifted 
my right leg to wrap around his waist, something that 
my husband LOVES for me to do.  

Jake responded by grabbing a double handful of my ass, 
and by biting my neck with a moan.  I rubbed him 
through his jeans with my left hand, and stroked his 
back and neck with my right.  He was nipping and 
kissing at my ears and raising the fine hairs on the 
back of my neck as I felt a rush of goose-pimples from 
my ear down my body, collecting in my aching breasts, 
my swollen, slippery vulva, and my knees.  I gasped.

I looked again at my husband, not wanting him to be 
hurt.  He nodded encouragement at me and licked his 
lips.  I threw away all trepidations I had, and allowed 
myself to relax fully... knowing that Dean was not 
upset with how things were going, and that everything 
was safe because he was there.  

I finished removing Jake's shirt and undershirt as he 
rubbed and pressed and pulled at my body.  I allowed 
him to remove my snug-fitting tee shirt and stopped him 
from taking off my deep, almost burgundy, red bra.  
"Not Yet," I whispered, and knelt down before him.  I 
unlaced his shoes slowly and deliberately, and then 
removed them, and put them under the bed.  I removed 
his socks, giving his feet a short rub to relax him 
some.  I looked up at him, and allowed him to absorb 
the sight of a woman kneeling before him, full breasts 
straining at the fabric of her bra, dark curls falling 
around her head, face looking up at him.  Then I ran my 
hands up his legs, cupping his balls and rubbing him 
through his jeans.

I moved closer and ran my parted lips over the long 
bulge that was straining at the blue fabric of his 
pants, blowing breaths of hot air through the cotton.  
I kissed the skin along his waistband and opened his 
fly buttons.  As I released him, the beautiful male 
scent of him filled my nostrils, and his eager young 
cock probed from the opening in his cotton boxers.  I 
licked my lips hungrily, making sure that both men 
could see it, as I watched a tear of clear pre-cum leak 
from Jake's crown.  I licked at it hard, with my full 
tongue, cleaning his cockhead of all traces of his 
juice, then took him into my mouth, gently sucking, and 
stroking him with my fingers.  I pulled him from my 
lips with a *pop* and looked up.  "Do you like that, 
Jake?" "MmmHmm..."

I pulled his boxers down and removed his jeans and 
boxers from his around his ankles.  I stood and said: 
"Good, then you'll love this."  I guided him to the bed 
and pushed him down onto his back.  I quickly removed 
my jeans and socks and straddled him, making sure he 
felt the moist heat radiating from between my thighs 
and through the thin cotton of my panties.  

I rubbed my crotch up and down against his length, 
enjoying the look of tortured pleasure on Jake's face.  
After a few minutes, I rolled off him to remove my 
panties, tossing the damp, snail-tracked fabric at my 
husband.  I returned to rubbing myself against Jake, 
now coating the sensitive underside of his cock with 
the juices leaking from my pussy lips.  The warm, 
slippery bath elicited a hungry moan from his chest, 
and his hands found my ass and ground me into him.  

The pressure against my hot, protruding clit sent 
shivers through me as I came.  As I got over the first 
waves, I turned to Dean and asked him to please help 
me, to show me it was okay to have Jake inside me... by 
putting him inside me.  He came to our side and asked 
what I meant by that.  

"Grab his cock and lift it so I can take him into me.  
Hold him so I can slide down his lovely cock.  Show me 
that it's okay Baby.  Help me fuck him," I pleaded.  He 
looked a little unsure that he wanted to touch Jake's 
cock, but I looked up at him and begged, "Please, Dean.  
I need to know it really is okay to fuck Jake naked, to 
have him fill me with his seed.  I need you to give him 
to me.  Please."  He nodded, and guiltily reached down 
to where our two bodies would join. he caressed my ass, 
and rubbed the wetness between my thighs, and I kissed 
him.

I lifted my body up enough to accommodate the gift my 
husband was giving me as he gingerly grabbed the warm 
stiff shaft of Jake's erection.  I broke off the kiss, 
and looked down at Jake, who looked very surprised at 
the situation.  

I met the head of his penis with the hot mouth of my 
vulva and wiggled my hips to give it a good coating of 
my lube to join his own.  I was a little surprised when 
Dean took a firmer grip of Jake and began rubbing this 
other guy's cock up and down my lips... rubbing my clit 
and teasing the entrance to my womb.  I closed my eyes 
and sat down slowly, feeling every centimeter of 
pleasure as I took this new man deep into me.  (I had 
honestly never had another man before, only Dean.)  

As my crotch reached the base of Jake's cock, Dean 
began rubbing my clit as I rocked back and forth on the 
warm, hard, column of flesh that was buried in my most 
secret chamber.  I looked up at my husband with pure 
lust and told him that that was enough for now, and 
that he was over-dressed.  

I returned attention to Jake, who had placed his hands 
on my hips, gently pulling and pushing them in rhythm 
with my undulations.  I rubbed my clit with two fingers 
and cupped my breasts with my right hand.  I asked Jake 
if he wanted to see my breasts, and of course he said 
yes.  I stopped rubbing my clit and fed my juice-coated 
fingers to him.  He sucked and licked them clean, and 
told me I was delicious.  I was pleased.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, slipping 
it from my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall 
to the floor beside the bed.  I cupped my firm, white 
breasts, presenting them for Jake's inspection.  

He smiled and reached up to grab them, placing his warm 
palms over my nipples, rubbing in a gentle circle.  I 
moaned and leaned forward to kiss him and fuck against 
him with longer strokes.  I brushed my breast against 
the sparse hair on his chest as he again reached down 
to guide our union.  He grabbed a double handful of my 
naked ass and began to impale me more deeply on his 
cock.  

I was on top, but he was fucking me.  I relaxed and 
enjoyed it, rubbing my mound and clit into his coarse 
pubic hair, as his manhood stroked the sensitive parts 
of my pussy walls and the entrance to my womb.  The 
gentle stirring effect of him shaking my cervix was 
building up inside me.  

I lost track of how many times I came, but I remember 
Dean coming to lay beside us at some point, stroking my 
back and ass and telling me how beautiful I was and how 
fuckable and naughty I looked climaxing around a 
strange man's cock.  He started fingering my bottom as 
I rode Jake to his first climax.  Dean's fingering, 
combined with Jake's cervix-stirring, sent me into 
orbit.  I could not stop cumming!  

Jake sent his hot fertile seed into me as I milked his 
cock with my spasming pussy, and I clenched my 
husband's probing finger with my sphincter.  I went 
limp and rested against Jake as he and Dean stroked my 
tingling body.  I lay there for what seemed like days, 
enjoying the afterglow and the affectionate attentions 
of four hands and two mouths caressing and exploring my 
spent body.

I recovered enough to raise my head and look up at my 
wonderful man.  He looked at me tenderly and stroked my 
cheek.  I told him I loved him.  And, I thanked him for 
giving me this... and that I wanted to sit in his lap 
now.  I kissed Jake and slowly got up enough to crawl 
into my husband's lap, facing him.  

Dean put his arms around me, and I felt his erection 
growing against my lower belly.  I said something like, 
"Aw, is it your turn now?  Do you want to fill me with 
your own hot cum, knowing that you will be dipping the 
head of your penis into Jake's fresh seed?  Does it 
turn you on to know that I'm all lubed and slippery 
with another man's come?  Or... do you want to fuck 
your little slut wife to punish her?" I asked, finally.

"No.  I don't want to punish you.  But, you are a 
little slut... and I do want a piece, even if you are 
slick with the fresh sperm of another man.  Get up."  
He was trying to play like he was rough and angry with 
me... but I knew he was playing.

I climbed off of him, and Dean sat on the bottom right 
corner of the bed, straddling the corner.  He beckoned 
me over and turned me so he could enter me from behind.  
I sat down on his lap, and he lifted my thighs so that 
my legs draped over his, leaving me wide open to being 
touched and fondled.  He kissed my neck and rubbed my 
belly and breasts.
He used one hand to stroke my thighs gently, and teased 
me as my pleasure grew again.  Very little motion was 
possible in this position.  He asked Jake to come kneel 
in front of me.

Jake nodded and knelt in front of us.  He said: "I 
don't believe I'm doing this", and immediately started 
sucking on my clit.  He ran his tongue over me, even 
licking Dean's shaft as it rocked slowly in and out of 
me.  Between the two of them I was coming in waves 
again in very little time.  

Eventually, Dean lifted me off him, and laid me back on 
the bed to fuck me missionary-style.  He had better 
movement this way, and began filling me with full 
strokes.  He came quickly this way, throwing his head 
back and gasping as he continued to thrust into me.  I 
pulled him down against me and we cuddled as Jake lay 
down beside us.  We ended up sleeping in place, with 
the two men on either side of me, until morning.

We woke up to Sam's barking at the back door, and Jake 
went down to let him in and feed him.  Dean and I found 
the shower, and Jake joined soon after.  The guys 
fondled me and made a big show of washing me, soaping 
their hands with slippery lather and stroking my body 
into another orgasm, after which I sucked them both off 
together, enjoying the novelty of being able to fill my 
mouth with both of their sensitive cockheads at once, 
rubbing their warm cocks together inside my mouth.

They gave me a double helping of creamy white man-milk, 
and I made a big show of swallowing their seed, sucking 
and kissing their softening members to make sure they 
were clean.

Afterward, they toweled me dry, and we got dressed and 
went down to find breakfast.  Dean made cheese and 
veggie omelets and toast, as Jake and I talked about 
school and about the town where he grew up.  Our talk 
eventually turned back to sex, and Jake related that 
the people he was house-sitting for were into some 
pretty wild things.  

He had found pictures and other kinky/interesting 
paraphenalia while snooping around
the master bedroom.  He offered to get out some toys so 
we could try some new games, and Dean was seconding the 
notion, when I had to beg off.

"Sorry to disappoint you two, but I'm getting hungry, 
and am much too sore to consider playing around right 
now, it even hurts to think about cumming.  Let's eat, 
and leave trying something else new for another time, 
okay?"  

I served myself an omelet and two slices of toast, and 
the boys did the same.  After breakfast, Jake walked us 
to our car, and invited us back anytime, with the idea 
that we might want to meet his friend's family, as 
well.  

"I think we can arrange that" I said, glancing at my 
husband.  "Thank you both for a fantasy fullfilled."  
"No, Dear", Dean grinned, "But you can be full-filled 
next time."  Jake laughed.

We went home to our own bed, and I sucked my husband to 
let him know I was still all his.  We spent the rest of 
the day in bed, talking and laughing together.


Yours,

Little Flirt



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