Sorry...the rest of our MFM Saturday Evening

I had to stop my hotwife story yesterday (so scroll down to the first, if you've not yet read it) as I was discussing our MFM encounter Saturday night. Yes, I've kind of spoiled the mystery in the title of the last two posts! LOL I know I always hate 'to be continued' television shows (probably why I never watched a soap opera) and I am sorry I had to end when I did. I had just taken the girls to school when I received a call that I needed to come and get our younger daughter. She wasn't feeling well and was in the nurse's office. Needless to say, taking care of her ended my hotwife blog writing for the day :(

BP stood as we arrived and gave me a wonderfully comfortable hug. He smelled so good. As importantly (I would learn after) he looked And right in the eye as they shook hands and even gave one of those 'macho' man hugs. Obviously, the time we had spent sending texts, webcamming and talking on the phone had really helped to make all of us comfortable with each other. We ordered drinks and had a wonderfully comfortable conversation. I normally sit in between the two guys and this was no exception. I could feel myself drawing closer to him as we spoke and a tingle went down my back as his hand rested on my knee. His hand felt great as he softly moved it and I could already tell he was someone that would take his time and ensure my comfort and sexual fulfillment.

We spoke for about an hour before talking about dinner. I was much more relaxed, turned on and so ready to go that I was actually the one that suggested we go back to his hotel where, I knew, there is a pretty good restaurant (don't ask me how I know! ha ha). As we've done before, I rode with BP and And followed us in our SUV (this, my blog friends, can be a most erotic experience. Riding with the man you want to fuck while the man you love follows right behind in a separate car - especially when you call your man on your cell so he can hear the conversation). During the ride, BP and I spoke and I told him I wasn't really hungry for food. He smiled and asked what I was hungry for to which I said, two very yummy cocks. It was abundantly clear to And that, when we arrived, we would not be heading to the restaurant but straight to his room.

As we walked in, I remember grabbing And's hand as well as BP's hand and walking toward the elevator. There was another couple that followed us and got in the elevator with us for part of the ride up. I wondered (but didn't really care) if they knew. I wondered, secretly (they were fairly young and attractive) if they knew, would they want to join us. As soon as the door shut, I didn't waste any time pulling off my blouse and walking over to BP. He kissed me passionately while I And made drinks and found some music. I couldn't wait to get his belt and slacks off and immediately reached in for what I had been awaiting. It was everything (and then some) that I had imagined. As it grew to a full, legitimate eight inches (from the top, not the bottom ha ha) and filled with blood, I knew this thick cock was certainly going to be a challenge for my tonsils. I did the best I could and took nearly the full shaft as I felt my husband's hands on my back removing my bra.

As I stood, I turned around to kiss my caring and wonderful husband. This allowed BP to reach his beautiful hands around and cup my nipple-hardened breasts. As he kneaded me, I could feel a warmth below and knew I had to get out of my clothes right away. Pulling away, the guys spoke softly and grabbed their drinks. I was feeling so sexy with these two gorgeous men looking at me, I did a bit of a strip tease dance. They eyed me, smiling as they too began removing clothing. And was undressed first but allowed BP to come to me first. As I lay back and allowed his tongue into my mouth, I felt his warm hands slowly move down my frame. I shivered as he grazed my mound and my sudden vocal moan and my quiver told him I wanted him...NOW. He moved down and began tasting my wet, freshly-waxed pussy. As he worked his tongue, And moved up and kissed me, whispering in my ear how hot I looked. We've been playing with a bit of D/s lately and he was whispering some naughty words into my ear (for another blog time). I told him, yes, I wanted his cock and he slid it toward me. I quickly began slurping at it as my first orgasm approached. I had to pause, start and pause as BP brought me to a quick climax. He kissed me softly before moving toward his drink. It was my turn.

I moved to the end of the bed and pulled his cock toward my lips. And too moved next to him and I reached for his familiar cock, stroking it. I moved back and forth and these two men, who had 'man-hugged' and became friendly at the bar, now stood cock-to-cock at my lips. It is so wonderful to be with a man that, while having no thoughts of contact with another man, is completely comfortable if their 'members' happen to touch. It's inevitable and it's something with which any man involved in an intimate MFM encounter has to be comfortable. These two were.

After some time, BP pulled back. He was obviously about to cum. I didn't want him to yet either. And must have known as he joked that since he were the 'slightly smaller' cock, he'd get me warmed up while BP 'suited up'. This was a bit different than most encounters we'd previously had. And usually allows the other guy to go first but somehow must have known that BP was close and needed a bit of a break. We fucked slowly while he, again, spoke in my ear. He told me he had put the cuffs, we had purchased some time ago, in my purse and asked me if I'd be okay being restrained. While part of me wanted my hands on BP's ass while he melted into me, I knew this is something And wanted to do (as I said, we've been pursuing this play quite a bit lately) and I said, yes. He pulled out, asking BP if he was "ready to fuck my wife" to which he said, "absolutely". As BP entered me, I could feel the erotic stretch of his cock head. Wow, he was thicker than And. It hadn't seemed so much in my mouth but now, inside me, I could feel the difference. He began a rhythm that I easily matched and he began working his gorgeous cock into my wanton, slick box.

I could feel another orgasm quickly approaching as I worked myself into a frantic fantasy fulfillment. I couldn't imagine that this day would come. I was fucking a man I had no thoughts I'd ever get to experience when we first began speaking on AFF months before. Now, here I was fucking this man while my husband began cuffing my hands above my head. How amazing this journey.

This is getting too long and I really have much I should be doing so I am going to stop now. I will add that both took their turns fucking me, the other on my mouth before both cumming on my body. I do remember laying there, cum from two men on me as both sat/lay next to me. One on each side. We talked, laughed, talked some more before And allowed me one more fuck with a recovered BP. He decided to go down to the bar, said goodbye to BP and left me there to finish my fantasy experience (I had told And I'd love to fuck him alone). He lasted so long the second time that I, truly, didn't think I could come anymore and I had three texts from And asking if I was coming down soon, was I okay and should he just grab a cab. Ha ha. I guess we must have fucked for over an hour (I lost track of time). I called And after BP had cum again, this time in a condom - and with a swelling head that had me fighting for air - and told him I'd be right down. BP walked me down where we had a quick drink (we never did make it to dinner) and said our goodbyes.

The ride home was filled with, at first, post-sexual excitement. The last portion of the ride had me feeling the exhaustion from getting fucked good by two gorgeous men. When we arrived home, I slipped online, checked messages (he had already sent me a cute thank you message on AFF) and slipped into bed with my main man. I fell asleep in short order to thoughts of what a lucky girl I am!