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Once we decided to meet for the “Main Event,” the cuckolding itself, I asked Nick to find a nice hotel with a bar. He proceeded to “google” it, and found a trendy loft hotel. Mr. B and I decided to meet in the bar, and I told Nick he should go to the room and prepare it for us.
When we arrived at the hotel, Nick let me off at the door, and he checked in. He carried with him the satchel of candles, a speaker, his iPhone with playlist and of course, condoms.
I walked into the bar and took a deep breath as I searched for Mr. B. I knew he’d be sitting at the bar–his favorite place to sit. I approached him and touched him on the shoulder. When he smiled and gave me a hug, my concerns about the length of time since our last meeting began to melt away.
We spent a little time getting caught up on what had been happening in each of our lives for a bit, then we began to talk about how the night might go. I told him Nick was in the room getting it ready for us.
I enjoyed my conversation with Mr. B, but by now, you’re probably ready for me to jump to the scene, right?
As we walked to the room, I admitted to Mr. B that I was still a little nervous, but I was sure as soon as I walked through the door, a change would come over me and I’d get into the scene–I always do.
I’m not sure if he believed me though.
And so, we walked through the door.
The edgy, contemporary style suited the scene perfectly. Nick had lit candles and sensual music played in the background. Nick and Mr. B shook hands and within two minutes of entering the room, Mr. B and I began kissing. Best of all, when I pressed against him, I felt his hot, rock-hard cock, which of course, made me want him right then and there.
Had it been Nick, I would have taken him. But Mr. B warned me that he would be dominant, and that he would lead the way. I liked that. I like to be led–to be taken.
His body was firm and he held me tight. How is it possible to be touched firmly and gently at the same time? He did, and his hands caressed my neck and moved to my breasts.
I looked at Nick, sitting on the couch and said, “Take your clothes off. I want you to be the first to undress.”
He did as I requested and stood naked before us.
Mr. B murmured that he wanted our bodies to touch skin-to-skin as he pulled my blouse over my head. I tossed it at Nick.
“Fold it nicely,” I said, as Mr. B kissed my nipples.
“Yes, Mistress,” Nick replied.
I pulled Mr. B’s shirt off and he pushed me onto the bed. I couldn’t wait to feel his half-naked body on top of mine, especially couldn’t wait to press against his hard cock. He kissed me intensely, and whispered in my ear, “Is everything okay?”
I appreciated that he asked and signaled that all was good by reaching to his waistline and tried to unbutton his jeans.
“Not yet,” he said. “I’ll tell you when.”
I swooned at his denial of my pleasure and at the saffron-like scent of his skin.
I told Nick to come to me and he and his erection approached. I touched his hard cock with one hand and touched Mr. B’s with the other, then sucked on Nick’s cock, maybe secretly hoping it would entice Mr. B to finally let me see his.
But it didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants off and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He touched my clit and when he placed his finger inside me, my back arched in pleasure as he massaged the folds around my clit.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nick said to Mr. B.
“Yes, she is. You’re a lucky man,” replied Mr. B.
All I could think about was how lucky I was in that moment, to have two men wanting me.
I looked at Mr. B and asked, “Can I have you now?”
He grinned. “You want me now?”
“Yes.” I invited him with my open legs.
He unzipped his pants and exposed his long, hard cock.
“Get him a condom,” I said to Nick, and of course, he obeyed me.
Then Mr. B, his body warm and moist with perspiration, crawled on top of me and teased me with his cock, ran it along the opening that throbbed for him and whispered, “Are you ready?”
I didn’t answer with words, instead, pulled him inside me. There’s nothing more glorious than that first entry. He entered slowly and kissed my neck. I nipped his shoulder and inhaled his scent as I wondered what Nick must be thinking and feeling.
Mr. B pressed deep and slow and I closed my eyes and began to float in a cloud of ecstasy, until I began to think about being fucked by two men and said to Mr. B, “It’s Nick’s turn.”
He complied and stood as Nick approached me.
“You can fuck me, but you can’t come,” I said. “You can’t come until Mr. B comes.”
“I know, Mistress,” he said.
But it didn’t take long for me to know that Nick was very close. He was swollen and moving slowly, clearly trying to keep from cumming.
“Okay, stop,” I said. “Let Mr. B have me again.”
I mean really. How hot is it that I got to have these two men waiting in line to fuck me?
Mr. B told me to get on my knees and when he entered me and pushed deep inside me, it hurt so, so good. Every once in awhile, I opened my eyes to see Nick right beside me, touching his swollen cock.
When Mr. B turned me over again, he said, “Do you want me to cum? I’m close.”
“Yes, I want to feel you cum,” I said, and within seconds, he swelled even harder, as if that was possible, and cried a series of “Oh my God’s,” as he pulsed inside me.
We lay there in a sated embrace for a few moments as I enjoyed the feel of his body. After awhile, I asked Nick, “Are you ready for your turn?”
“I am, Mistress,” he replied.
And within less than a minute of entering me, he came in the glorious, ecstasy-filled, orchestral, laugh-inducing way he always cums.
I giggled and said to Mr. B, who was lying on the edge of the bed, “Sometimes we laugh when Nick cums.”
The three of us lay in bed and talked about a variety of things from books that we’ve read, books that we’re writing, old loves, all laced with compliments we passed back and forth about how we enjoyed the evening.
Then, Mr. B said, “Well, it’s a school night, so I guess I’d better go.”
He told me earlier that he’d leave Nick and I alone and wouldn’t linger. That was thoughtful of him.
Nick and I stayed for another 30 minutes or so, then headed back to our real lives–our home, where our sweet dog probably wondered why we weren’t home and in bed.
But we stopped for my requisite milkshake on the way home.