Carmen’s surprise birthday ménage (fm:threesomes, 4431 words)

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"And what may I get you...to drink?" he offered, my face beaming at his initial suggestion.

"Well, Sid. My name's Carmen. I just moved here a month ago and it's my 30th birthday today," I mentioned in a slow melodic tone.

"Happy birthday, Carmen. May I suggest a Pina Colada?"

"The way I'm feeling, I'll take a shot of ‘Jack'. On second thoughts, better make it two."

"I take it you've got no one to celebrate it with..." his voice trailing off as he made his way to one of the distant optics.

"It would have been my husband, now my ex. A meal, drinks, later...well, you know," I held off mentioning the sex, great that it was and so sorely missed.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said as he dispensed two shots of Jack into a glass and set it down in front of me.

"How much?" I said when he didn't mention the cost.

"It's your birthday. Have that one on me," Sid smiled.

"Are you sure? It is a double," I mentioned, not wanting to deprive him of his livelihood.

"No, that's fine," he smiled, head and eyes shifting from me to welcome whoever had just entered.

"Thank you," I smiled back joyfully, spirits lifted by his generosity, and took a slow sip of my drink, soon feeling the whisky warm my insides.

"And what can I get you two fine young lads?" Sid asked.

Upon hearing him say that, my ears pricked up and I looked to my right.

Standing not more than three feet from where I was perched on a bar stool, were, as Sid had mentioned, two fine young lads. From what I could see, the nearest one was white and his friend was black. They looked to be in their early 20's, smart-casual dress, chinos rather than jeans, a cotton shirt, possibly a tee, and an unzipped waist-length jacket, possibly leather.

‘Well, hello, guys,' I thought to myself dreamily, eyes watching, transfixed, almost, as they ordered a single one of mine.

What did for our marriage, stemmed from my husband's suggestion of a threesome. I was quite surprised that he'd want to share me with someone else, only for his suggested someone else to be another woman. I immediately saw through the novelty of him wanting to fuck another woman and suggested a man instead.

Just like that, his demeanour changed from a smile to a scowl at my wanting to fuck another guy, and that despite the fact he brought it up in the first place.

I'd be lying if I said the thought of a threesome hadn't crossed my mind since then. In point of fact, after that, sex with my husband was that bland and vanilla, I found myself playing images of what it might be like to have two young fit guys pleasure me, in order to get off.

‘Can I? Could I? More to the point, though, would they?' I mused to myself, thoughts, real dirty ones, filling my head just then as I took another warm sip of Jack.

This time, helped by my lewd thoughts, I felt my nipples tingle and stiffen against my dress, my panties become warm and moist and my clit, neglected by the feel and sensation of a warm wet tongue and lips on it, pulse madly inside its hooded sheath.

Having turned back around to face the bar, I felt eyes on me. Just then, something told me it was them and I smiled, feeling a fission make its way slowly up my spine.

I didn't let on that I'd felt their gaze. I simply sat there and took another sip of whisky and waited to see if they made a move.

I sensed their eyes on me for a good ten seconds when I felt them approach me. When they were in range, I saw them out of the corner of my eye and they definitely had been heading my way.

Moving my eyes back to the front, I took another sip of my whisky, trying to look casual and not let on that I had been paying attention to them.

"Well, hello there, gorgeous," I heard the one closest to me say and I naturally turned my head in his direction. Sure enough, they had taken the two seats to the right of mine.

"Hello handsomes," I trilled with a come hither smile. It seemed to have done the trick since they both gave wide smiles of their own.

"I'm Earl," the white-skinned one said from right next to me, "and this, here, is Jules," he put a name to his friend.

I smiled as his friend gave a wave in response.

"I'm Carmen," I told them before taking another sip, waiting to see what they would say or do next.

"I hope you don't mind us taking these seats," Jules said, voice a deep bass tone, one that made me tremble with excitement and promise.

"It's okay. I'm not waiting for someone," I smiled at them, watching as they took a moderate hit of their drink.

"No?" Earl exclaimed with a surprised tone.

"It's my birthday," I said while not mentioning my age.

"I just moved here a short while ago."

"Cheers and happy birthday," they proclaimed, raising their glasses, as did I, and we chinked them together.

"Same again, please, bartender," Earl, having they finished theirs with their salute to my birthday, said.

By now, the bar had begun to fill up, and as we waited for Sid to get around to us, we traded small talk, which continued for about 15 minutes, during which time, I knew their life story and they knew mine.

"Sounds to me like you need cheering up, Carmen," Jules proposed, his pearl-white teeth shining between his puffy brown lips, the same puffy brown lips I found myself imagining sucking and nibbling a nipple or my distended clit, each time I caught a glimpse of his warm infectious smile. Damn, was I ever wet for them.

"If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion," Earl began. ‘Do please,' I yearned and smiled.

"With it being your birthday and all -"

"Yes!" I smiled agreeably.

"Cool," Jules intoned.

After downing our drinks, we thanked Sid and made our way outside. The late evening air felt cool around my shoulders while a damp warmth filled my panties.

I walked alongside them, Jules taking the kerb, as we made our way down the first of two pleasantly lit roads, arriving outside their shared apartment a short while later.

"After you, pretty lady," Jules invited me to push the front door open and step inside.

The hall was long and narrow. From where I stood as I waited for them to join me, there was a separate dining room area, complete with a table and chairs, and beyond that a short walk to the kitchen.

"Allow me to show you around," Earl volunteered, and for the next few minutes, they gave me a guided tour of their two-bedroom apartment, finishing with their sitting room.

"Drinks!" Earl announced.

"I'll have a coke if you've got one, otherwise fruit juice of some kind."

"Okay, then. One coke coming up for the lovely lady," Jules said.

"Hey, what happened to gorgeous?" I teased. More like downright sexy and horny with it.

"Sorry. Slip of the tongue. It won't happen again."

‘That's no good, I was rather counting on both of you slipping your tongues somewhere warm, sensual and wet.'

A short while later, glass in hand, I was joined on the sofa; Earl to my left and Jules sat to my right.

"How about we skip the music and dancing and get to why I'm really here, guys," I crooned and purred.

"And what might that be, Carmen?" Jules breathed against my right cheek.

"Let me see," I teased having placed my glass on the nearby table.

I then moved a hand to each one's thigh, just above the knee, and began slowly stroking as I lilted, "I dare say you'd both like it if I took your cocks, one at a time, between my warm moist lips and slid them down to your balls."

"You...you'd do that," Earl, his voice full of surprise, managed to say after a brief stutter.

"Let me show you," I said and stood up. I then turned towards them and slowly looped the spaghetti strap of my dress off my right shoulder before doing the same to the left, holding their gaze throughout.

Rather than let my dress fall away and drop to the floor, I held the loops in the arch of my hands and waited for them, saying: "When you're ready," with a warm inviting smile.

"Oh, right. Yes," they looked me over, eyes taking in my beauty, as they rolled their t-shirts up their torsos before, with one quick fraction of a second movement, pulling it over their heads.

Their naked bodies were well-defined and sculptured, not a single ounce of fat on them. I was so looking forward to feeling them pressed up against me, and in response, my panties became all the more moist.

I suppressed a smile as they began to remove their chinos just as I was slowly unclasping my bra. By the time they had taken them off, I had allowed my bra to drop to the floor and placed my hands behind my head, sticking out my firm breasts at them.

I touched my breasts, rubbing them randomly. I had my eyes partly closed. I decided to turn it up a bit by moving my hands to my nipples, which I rolled betwixt thumb and forefinger, getting them taut and firm while exciting myself, not to mention, Earl and Jules, in the process.

My nipples hardened immediately, but I still played with them. When I was satisfied enough from that, I slid my right hand down towards my covered pussy. The material was noticeably damp and I rubbed it against my wetness to emphasize exactly what I felt. I heard the guys groan a little bit, and it didn't take long for my panties to turn from damp to soaking wet and I stopped rubbing.

I opened my eyes and smiled at what I saw tenting each of their shorts. ‘Well, hello,' I smiled and then hooked my thumbs into the side of my panties, giving a little wiggle of my hips as I slowly slid the material over them and down my thighs.

I don't shave there, and so my raven hair was revealed in all its glory and they actually hissed the moment they saw it.

"You like?" I said with a distinct silkiness to my voice.

"Forget like! We love," Earl praised for them both, eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at what they were transfixed upon as I stepped out of my panties and kicked them to the side.

"I do so hope you're as hungry as I am?" I mentioned.

"Definitely hungry for that sexy pussy of yours," Jules exclaimed and then licked his lips in readiness.

"That's so good to hear you say that. Now, why don't you show me what you've got hidden inside your shorts while I get comfortable on the sofa," I suggested.

No sooner had I sat down, than I spread my legs wide and inviting, eyes watching as they dropped their shorts to reveal a long average girth cock extending up firm from their groin.

I licked my lips in approval at what I saw and crooked a beckoning finger from each hand at them. I then smiled as Earl stepped up onto the sofa, his long firm cock close enough to my face that I felt the heat from it flush my right cheek.

"Eat me," I urged Jules, fingers already slowly stroking up-and-down Earl's shaft, the warmth from which travelled up my arm, leaving goosebumps on my skin in its wake.

I lowered my lips to Earl and sucked on the tip as I moved my hand rhythmically along his shaft. He moaned, letting me know he was enjoying my attention, and so I took a bit more into my mouth and moved him back-and-forth. Moments later, I grew a little bolder, taking more of him and began to go faster, helped and encouraged by the way Jules, pretty much as I'd earlier imagined it, licked my weeping slit and devoured my lips, mound and clit.

I must have gotten carried away, and I soon heard Earl cry out that he was about to cum.

"Really?" I smiled and he nodded.

"I'd like that," I cooed and went straight back to sucking his dick. Even going so far as to work the head inside my throat.

He rather liked that. In fact, he liked it that much, he grabbed a hold of my head and held me to him. I felt the head of his dick pulse inside my throat moments before he fired off a shot of cum, which reached and hit the back of my throat.

As his body relaxed, enough that his grip on me loosened, I drew my lips back and caught the second and third explosions on my tongue; yummy, and delicious with it.

That allowed me to fully focus on what his friend was doing and that was edging me towards my first orgasm. I reached down my hands and arrested Jules' head. While my grip was nowhere as tight as Earl's, it was enough to direct Jules where to lick, which was along my slit with a slow lick, ending with a telling flick and suck on my clit.

"Oh, god. Yes! More! Make me cum, then give me your long black dick to suck," I moaned and urged.

To my surprise, eyes half-lidded in anticipation, I felt Earl's warm wet lips on my right nipple and his right hand reach across to roll my left.

"Harder. Firmer. Pull, squeeze. YES!" I gasped and then shrieked when he did just that. "Them," I said voice breathy afterwards, hips already bucking against Jules' face, eyes just about managing to focus on him.

"Fuck, me, yes," I shouted and came; thereafter gasping, "huh," profusely as my orgasm took me, and still neither one let up on the intensity.

"God, you must love pussy," I crooned, Jules making as good as a banquet of it.

"Hurm," he mumbled, the vibrations from his puffy lips, as I'd expected, sending tremors of delight reverberating around my mound and clit as he continued to mouth, suck and lick. It was enough that I grabbed the inside of my thighs and pulled my legs wide and open for him, beyond that of my being spread-eagled.

Moments later, once more holding Jules' head to me, I cried, "Make me cum, then one of you, I don't care who, get your dick shoved inside my soaking wet cunt and fuck me."

"Oh, yes. That's it. That is so, yes, fucking it," I moaned as I crushed Jules' face against my pussy, giving little thought as to whether he could breathe or not as, together, they pushed me clean over the edge once more.

I lay there, body convulsing from the aftershocks, eyes half-lidded as my orgasm rolled through me. I was that wet and open I felt a trickle of my escaping juices trail down to my ass and from there drip onto their sofa.

I opened my eyes to see Earl grab my spread legs and plunge his magnificent cock into me. That hadn't been hard to do since I was soaking wet by that point. Jules, on the other hand, and pretty much as I'd expected he would, pressed his cock to my mouth and I opened my lips to accommodate him.

It went on like that for a while, Earl pounding hard into my soaking wet pussy while Jules gently ravaged my mouth with that wonderful long black dick of his.

They made me cum, such caring devoted studs, and then switched it up, Jules between my legs and Earl feeding himself inside my mouth.

For the first time ever, I relished the taste of myself on a man's dick. In the light of being shared by them, it felt only natural and I took to my task like a duck in water, or whatever the saying is.

"Man, she sure likes the taste of her own pussy," Earl extolled as I bobbed my head back-and-forth along his cock. I was so enjoying myself just then that I wondered if I might see them again sometime.

After I came again, and with Jules making me a prisoner on his long black cock as he held me to him, my pussy walls contracting around his girth, they set me up along the sofa on all fours and promptly let me have it; body being shunted back-and-forth between their firm rods.

‘Fuck me,' I joyously moaned inside to myself. ‘God. Is there no end to their pleasure?'

I didn't have to wait long for my question to be answered when Jules took himself from my mouth and scooted beneath my body.

While I had never tried anal, I had fantasized about it. I found myself waiting for Earl to exit my pussy and slide his cum-wet cock into my ass as Jules got comfortable beneath me.

"Guys," I said, not sure what was next. I then felt the warm head of Jules' black rod brush my pussy in an attempt to ease inside. Ease, be damned, I was tight and almost full, about to be totally full, soon.

By the time I consciously noticed they had both bottomed out inside my pussy, I felt very full indeed. There was a good reason for that. My ex, the only man I'd known until then, had a six-inch dick at most. While it was a size I had always thought was satisfactory, both Earl and Jules with their much longer cocks, a good two inches longer, in fact, had proven me wrong.

The fullness I felt as I remained still and calm, caused me to wonder why the hell I had never thought to try this before.

"You like this, don't you. Your soaking wet cunt filled to the brim with our dicks," Jules spoke huskily into my ear.

"Yes! I do! Fuck! Give it to me hard!" I enjoined.

Just then, a part of me half expected them to pull back and thrust into me at the same time, but, no. Jules remained still for several moments as Earl flexed his hips back-and-forth.

On his fourth inward stroke, my pussy walls having relaxed enough that he moved quite freely, I sensed Jules pull out. While I didn't notice the effects at first, it wasn't long, two more contrasting strokes from them each, and there it was.

At first, the ripples of pleasure were vaguely noticeable along my pussy walls. As the seconds ticked by and their strokes grew in intensity, the rippling sensations grew and resonated outwards, like someone dropping a stone in the centre of a pond, only it was my centre, my core they echoed from.

"Fuck! Yes! What?" was all I could manage to gasp.

"What are we doing to you?" Jules with his bass voice boomed, sending waves of added pleasure coursing through my ecstatic body.

"To damn, yes, right," I shouted, just about managing to remain still and not, otherwise, buck back against them, then what?

"Fuck me. Do it hard. I want to cum so bad on those amazing cocks of yours, guys," I urged.

Just then, my dirty talking having spurred them into action, they began a firm, hard thrust into me.

It still wasn't enough, and when I reiterated that I wanted it hard, they obliged by thrusting harder and much faster than they had started out with. The feeling of them just going to town on me had almost been too much, enough that I almost fainted right then and there, body dropping on top of Jules.

"That. Wait, let me catch my breath, was amazing," I gasped and wheezed. "But you know what would be really amazing?" I hinted as I slowly drew myself up and away from them.

Naturally, my pussy felt empty afterwards. It was, though, a contented and satisfied emptiness I felt as I staggered up.

In a matter of moments, I was sat down on the sofa - Earl to my right and Jules the left - as I stroked their cum-slick cocks, urging them to cum.

"Cum for me. Shower my face and tits with it," I appealed to them, every so often sliding my lips up-and-down first one cock and then the other for added encouragement. When I sensed they were ready, I cupped my tits and rolled a nipple betwixt thumb and forefinger as I smiled my expectation.

Not surprisingly, Jules was first to reach out his hand and turn me to face him. I watched lustfully as he speeded up his strokes, soon sending a volley of creamy white cum heading my way. I had my mouth open in readiness and caught it plumb between my lips. I felt it dash my tongue on its way to hitting the back of my throat.

"More!" I appealed, a contented smile on my face.

"Here you are, then," Earl announced and I turned just in time to catch his offering full on my face. That was promptly followed and added to by Jules' second and that of Earl's subsequent eruption; after which, they considerately directed their third and final rope at my tits, managing to make me cry with bliss when it caught a sensitive nipple.

They both watched as, before I got to sucking the dregs of cum from their offered semi-hard cocks, I spun a thread of cum around each nipple.

"Happy birthday," they both cheered, and with that, I dutifully drained each one before cleaning myself up.

I stayed the night, naturally, falling asleep in Earl's bed as he cuddled me. I felt so at home in my new surroundings, one that, as I just discovered, had so much to offer. ‘Yes, the future definitely looked promising,' I smiled to myself.

The End.

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enjoyable20 writes Mon 7 Oct 2024 16:10:

Thank you for helping me find my lost sex drive, I havent been turned on alot lately...that did the trick...

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