Night of sex with two men

Night of sex with two men
 
We got back to the cabin late. We had spent most of the day on the lake drinking beer, laughing, and generally reconnecting with our old friend. The three of us fit together so well it felt like there was hardly any space between us.
 
But Mark was not a friend we played with.
 
In fact, as far as I knew, he didn’t know about my arrangement with my husband. He was simply an old pal who we hadn’t seen a long time and it felt good to connect without any of the pressures or complications of throwing sex into the mix.
 
But it was late and we were drunk and the cabin was small. There was supposed to be a cot somewhere for the third guest, but we had neglected to find it when we first arrived. At eleven all three of us piled into the king-sized bed without a care in the world.
 
It felt familiar and chaste. It was silly and loving.
 
And even in with me in the middle, wearing nothing but panties and a tank, there wasn’t an ounce of tension between us. We crawled into bed, Greg kissed me good night, Mark squeezed my shoulder, and then the lights were out and I was in between two handsome men falling gently asleep.
 
Somewhere in the night everything changed.
 
I woke slowly to feel a hand on my hip, gently toying with the elastic of my panties as if it were an afterthought. There was a warm body behind me an arm draped over me, and my husband in front, his breath low and steady in the dark.
 
I bit my lip but didn’t say a word as Mark moved closer, his body curling up behind me as I held my breath.
 
When I felt him, his hard cock brushing my ass, it took everything I had to keep quiet. Instead, I pushed back ever so gently, needing him closer. When his hand slid towards my stomach, I parted my legs and rolled in his direction.
 
With my eyes closed, it felt like a dream and I swear hours must have passed as he almost touched me.
 
He toyed with the hem forever, only once in a while sliding a finger or two beneath them as I felt the need growing within me. Each time he grew a little bit braver, touching me lower and lower until finally he brushed my pussy ever so gently, his fingers teasing me as I grew wetter by the second.
 
For the first time since he began, I let out the quietest of sighs.
 
Behind me I heard a deep moan, his mouth buried in my neck, and the world turned upside down. I rolled back to my side, pushing my ass against his hard cock, and this time he pulled me to him with one strong hand on my hip.
 
Ever so slowly, he reached down and began to slide my panties off my ass. It wasn’t until I pushed back that I realized his cock was free. I gasped when I felt him against me, and if my husband hadn’t been there I would have been on him in seconds. As it was, I looked at my sleeping love as I raised my leg ever so slightly, giving Mark a glimpse of my glistening pussy.
 
He didn’t make me wait much longer.
 
At first he rubbed against my lips, the head of his thick cock barely pressing into me.  
 
But then, ever so slowly, he began to push into me, splitting me open as he penetrated me one inch at a time.
 
His breath was hot on my neck and I bit my hand as I felt him fill me. When I pushed back, I realized there was more, and I sighed again as he finally bottomed out against my ass, his gloriously large cock hitting every nerve I have.
 
He moved so slowly it was painful.
 
I wanted him to take me, use me, and fuck me, but all we could do was breathe and push and feel everything. Between his breath on my neck, his hand sliding up under my shirt to cup my breast, and his big hard cock deep inside me, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
 
As I pushed back, feeling him sliding in and out of me, I felt it begin.
 
It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm that explodes out of nowhere, but rather a full-bodied expression of absolute pleasure. It was slow and luxurious, and I honestly didn’t know I could come like that. But as I clenched around him, struggling to keep quiet so as not to wake my husband, I came and I came.
 
When he squeezed me tighter and bit my shoulder, I shuddered with anticipation, and then I felt him flooding me, filling me with his cum as I gazed at my sleeping love, wondering if he would wake and catch us.
 
As Mark came, I felt myself let go again, the thoughts swirling through my head too much for me. The realization of what I was doing, the feel of his cum and his cock, and the knowledge that we had done it right under Greg’s nose, was the most blissful feeling in the word and I let my orgasm take me like never before.
 
When I felt Mark’s kiss on the back of my neck, I knew it was done. And yet, there in the darkness, he stayed inside me, his cock still hard and throbbing as I closed my eyes once more.
 
I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke it was to the gentle feeling of him leaving me. I sighed at the loss, but let him slide my panties back up before he covered us again with the light blanket.
 
I kept quiet as he turned to his back, and before long all three of us slept. Greg wrapped in my arms, Mark behind me snoring peacefully, and me in the middle, our old friend’s cum deep inside me.
 
In the morning, we said nothing.