Two men make this ménage even merrier for a hot-blooded vixen, who craves the type of exotic experience only multiple males can provide.

Somehow I was telling my troubles to the nice, handsome man I had finally asked out on a lunch date. “It’s not fair,” I grumbled. Gary worked for a rival company, and we’d met at various corporate functions. But the competition between our firms was generally friendly, and he and I flirted whenever we had the opportunity.

Now, pretty stupidly, I’d pounded down two wine spritzers and was unloading my past sexual frustrations on him. Maybe he was just someone I felt I could really talk to about my deepest feelings.

“Fair?” Gary asked. A breeze blew about his dark, wavy hair as we sat on the restaurant’s outdoor deck. He looked bemused, but at least he hadn’t bolted from the table. He seemed to actually want to hear what I had to say.

“I mean, every man I’ve ever been involved with loves the two-women-one-man blueprint for a ménage à trois: The guy gets to romp around with both women, and the two ladies fool around with each other. It’s double sex and hot lesbian porn, all happening to that one lucky guy.”

“Yes, that’s the classic scenario,” Gary said in a mannerly tone.

“Well, it’s bullshit!”

A few heads turned at my outburst. I blushed and said, “Excuse me.”

“It’s okay.” Light flashed off the water, making the smile Gary offered even more dazzling. “Tell me why it’s bullshit,” he said.

I returned his grin, gladder than ever we were on this date.

“All right,” I said, drawing a breath like I was about to explain a thesis. “Your basic straight male gets turned on by the sight of two women having sex. There’s something almost primal about it. Sends guys into a sexual tizzy. I don’t knock it. Women’s bodies are beautiful.” I hesitated a moment, then added, “I know, I’ve enjoyed a few female bodies myself.”

What the hell kind of first-date talk is this? I asked myself. But Gary merely nodded encouragingly.

“So,” I continued, figuring I was in too deep to quit now, “whenever I’ve had a threeway, it’s been with a man and another woman. And those have been great. Don’t get me wrong. There’s something really wild and fun and sexually freeing about being with the right people.”

“I agree,” Gary said.

I reached across the table and took his hand. “But what I have always really wanted to do was have a threesome with two men who are into me — and each other. Get it? I’m the only woman, and two good-looking guys are pleasing me and pleasuring each other. It’s bullshit because most guys aren’t interested in having a boy-girl-boy threesome with no boundaries.”

I watched Gary’s winsome features, waiting for the familiar flinch. He had a courteous way about him.

“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “you’re an amazingly attractive woman. I’m not surprised you’ve drawn a… number of sexual partners. But surely at some point two men in your life must have agreed to at least try the kind of group venture you’ve mentioned? So, it might be bullshit, but perhaps not total bullshit?”

I suppressed a delighted giggle, unable to imagine anybody else putting the question quite the same way.

“Well. Okay. There was one time. In college, senior year. I was seeing these two guys… ”

Scott and Omar. I didn’t go into physical detail for Gary’s benefit, but I could still see the two boys vividly in my memory. They were both handsome in a jock-like way, full of erotic energy and untested confidence.

Scott was a swimmer, serious enough about the sport that he actually shaved all the hair off his lithe, muscular body. I loved handling his smooth balls and the feeling of his hairless legs entwined with mine.

Omar was a beefier specimen, with corded biceps and big knuckly hands. He liked to fuck me while holding me facing him, cupping my ass in those large hands in order to lift and drop me onto his hard cock until he spurted into me.

Each knew I was sexually involved with the other, and both of them had other girlfriends. But who cared? It was senior year, maybe the last great carnal blowout of our lives. For all we knew, the real world was going to be a sexless drag full of timetables and suffocating responsibilities.

So, separately but on the same day, I proposed a threeway to my passionate lovers. I didn’t specify that I wanted to see them screw around with each other; I hoped that event would occur naturally, when things fully heated up.

Scott hemmed and hawed, as though looking for an excuse not to, but finally said okay. Omar flat out refused, then got sulky when I expressed my disappointment (after all, as I reminded him, I’d played with him and a woman named Nikki). Eventually, he grudgingly agreed.

Not a promising setup for the fulfillment of my ultimate fantasy.

Still, I went forward optimistically. Both guys came to my room that night, arriving at the same time. They bumbled through the doorway together, tripping up like vaudeville comics. Feeling the awkward tension, I played peacemaker. I kissed one, then the other. Then I backed off and stripped for them. They both loved my body, and I watched those two sets of eyes as they both watched me.

I also saw both crotches swell. I got onto my bed, spreading my legs and pussy.

Scott and Omar started taking off their clothes, looking at one another out of the corners of their eyes. I hoped they were turned on by what they saw, like in a porn movie where the two women hopping into bed with a man suddenly leer at one another.

But Scott came to the bed, alone, and when his smooth, hair-free body rested atop mine, it felt good. We made out passionately, my breasts crushed to his sleek chest, and I felt my ardor rising rapidly. Unable to wait any longer, he slipped his cock into me, and I gasped. As he began thrusting, I responded with automatic pleasure.

Omar, naked and hard, watched us with riveted concentration. He was still, but I saw interest sparkling in his eyes. I guessed he’d never seen a man and woman fuck in front of him before. Over Scott’s undulating shoulders, I gestured him toward the bed. He stepped forward uncertainly.

Scott meanwhile was bringing me efficiently to my first orgasm. I clenched his waist with my knees and his lovely cock with my flowing pussy. I bucked and writhed underneath him through a sweet fit of bliss.

As Omar approached, Scott abruptly retreated. With a cautious expression, Omar knelt between my damp thighs and speared me with his cock. Again, I was wrenched with pleasure from good, old-fashioned straightforward penetration. Omar stroked into me, and now Scott was standing back and watching, as though keeping a safe distance from the action.

Neither man was entirely comfortable with the situation. They would take their turns plowing my pussy, but I knew I wasn’t likely to see one fondling the other’s cock or them trying out experimental blowjobs on each other.

I wasn’t ready to surrender my fantasy. I’d been dreaming of a night like this for years, and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through my fingers. Both men were obviously aroused by me. I just had to find some way of rechanneling that erotic energy in a way that might be appropriately inspiring.

While Omar pounded into me, I dug my fingers into his broad, strong back and squirmed through a second climax. Then I put a hand to his cheek and said, “Wait,” before he could shoot his load.

Puzzled, he stood up at my direction. I scooted down to the foot of my bed. I took Omar’s slick cock in my hand. At the same time, I reached for Scott’s. I liked the feel of those two swollen, straining organs in my grip. I tugged the guys closer, giving their sweet staffs a few encouraging pumps. They throbbed in my fists.

“Our mouths were pressing together in a complex three-way kiss.”

I leaned forward and licked Scott’s plum-sized cockhead. I tasted my own honey and savored his manly flavor beneath it. I sucked my way down his vein-bulging shaft. He moaned as I gave him some fine suction.

Then I shifted and dropped my mouth onto Omar’s thick meat. I raced my tongue up and down him, sucking him to his balls. He released a helpless groan.

I came up for air, looking up at the two men. I still gripped their needy cocks in my hands.

“I want you to come on my face,” I said hoarsely. “Both of you.”

They wore identical expressions of delirium. Skillfully, I started jerking their cocks at once. I drew the men closer to me. They had to press together side by side, their bodies at last touching.

My whole body rang with erotic rapture as those slippery lengths slid through my hands. As I pumped, I tugged the two throbbing cockheads even closer toward one another. I wanted to see them touch.

Omar and Scott were both grunting, their hips rocking, their bodies rubbing unavoidably together. They were too turned on to be freaked out about anything anymore.

They cried out and started jetting their spunk onto my upturned face, first one and then the other. I brought their lovely cockheads together. I saw the glory of those male organs in contact as they surrendered to their pleasure. I gave each man’s cock a final suck and smiled.

When it was over, the two men backed away to separate corners, like the bell had rung in a prizefight. They looked sated and happy, but I could tell I wasn’t going to get true fulfillment of my supreme fantasy from these two.

I looked across at Gary. “It was fun. But still, it wasn’t exactly the threeway I’d waited so long for. So it was bullshit, and that is total bullshit.” Gary was still holding my hand. A sailboat passed behind him. I bit my lip, embarrassed.

After a pause, he said, “Alexa, that is the damnedest first-date story anyone has ever shared with me. Now let me tell you something candidly. I have never once done anything sexual with another man, but I’m curious. And I have a few adventurous male friends. I’m attracted to you, and you — hopefully — to me. If this thing between us turns into a romance, I will happily arrange that dream threesome. Okay?”

I could have kissed him for that. Later on, I did. And we, of course, did a lot more after that.

When Gary and I were well into a torrid love affair, the momentous night arrived.

Emile, Gary’s friend, came out to a club with us. He was a finely sculpted man, with a runner’s physique and flashing blue eyes. From the moment we met, he was friendly and courteous, much like Gary. After getting to know him a little better over drinks, we headed to Gary’s place to do what we’d only talked about over gin fizzes.

I sensed Gary’s nervousness as we went into his spacious condo. I didn’t doubt he would go through with this, if only for my sake. But I wanted him to enjoy the evening, too.

Emile was suave, speaking with a hint of a French accent that made my knees quivery, but he didn’t come off as effeminate. He’d told me unapologetically that he liked having sex with women as much as with men. He and Gary had met abroad years ago. Emile knew his friend was entering new sexual territory that night.

He helped Gary off with his jacket. Standing behind, he slipped his arms around Gary. I saw my boyfriend go still, a slightly anxious look on his face. Slowly, though, he relaxed into Emile’s easy embrace. Emile held him, then softly kissed his cheek.

Even that — a little amiable peck between the two men — was enough to set my pussy throbbing. I gaped rapturously as Gary turned in Emile’s arms. They looked into one another’s eyes before their mouths gradually moved closer, ultimately meeting in a lingering kiss. It was fairly chaste at first, then their lips moved, and the kiss became more passionate. I saw the tempting flash of tongues as they continued to smooch.

Unable to stay silent, I made an animalistic moan of pleasure. Emile turned and, grinning, waved me over. Both men drew me into a group embrace, and suddenly, our three mouths were all pressing together in a complex but totally workable three-way kiss. The act set orchestral strings sounding in my ears. A great tingling rose up over my flesh.

When we broke that fantastic male/female/male kiss, I swayed in their arms, blissfully drunk on lust. They led me into Gary’s ornate bedroom, and together they got me out of my clothes. Emile studied my body with desire blazing in his blue eyes. I could feel his heavy gaze on me as my flesh was gradually exposed.

I went to him and unbuttoned his shirt. Gary helped me undress him, thrilling me intensely. When Emile’s cock was freed from his slacks, Gary’s gaze locked on the lovely, veiny length of him. Emile and I, in turn, disrobed Gary, the whole process a sweet erotic ballet. We were all naked now, the two men with hard, pulsing cocks, and me with my pussy wet and waiting for whatever the night held for us.

For a second we froze, hovering there on the precipice, electricity crackling in the room. Then I took the men by their wrists and pulled them with me onto the sumptuous bed. I ended up in the middle, with Gary and Emile bracketing me. Their cocks pressed against me. Gary fondled one of my breasts, while Emile lowered his head and sucked on the nipple of the other.

A fresh wave of special excitement coursed through me when Gary reached across my body and took Emile’s nipple between his thumb and finger, tweaking it experimentally. Emile grinned and caressed Gary’s bare flank, running his hand over the slight swell of his hip until he’d cupped Gary’s taut ass. He squeezed, and I shivered, as if the contact were being transmitted directly into my brain’s pleasure centers.

“Gary hammered me, going into runaway mode, racing toward release.”

The men kissed again, right above me, a fearsome tangle of tongues. They ground their mouths together, a beautiful sight that aroused me intensely.

I wasn’t left out of the sensual action. Fingers — I didn’t know whose! — touched my moist opening, delving slowly into my body. I reached down for Gary’s cock, finding a tempting bead of pre-come already dribbling from his crown. When I went for Emile’s shaft, I discovered to my delight that Gary was already handling him. This was, I knew, the very first time he had ever touched another man’s erection. The idea excited me. As those deft fingers pressed into me, and expertly worked my swollen clit, I shook with a potent climax.

Gary started actively pulling on Emile’s rod. Emile adjusted Gary’s hand, helping him find the perfect jerk-off tempo. Gary’s eyes glazed with lust as he rhythmically stroked his friend.

I realized Emile’s fingers were the ones up in my furrow, stirring luscious feelings in me. After he withdrew, Gary seized his hand, brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them. Gary’s lips ringed Emile’s digits and slid slowly down to his knuckles.

Plainly, Gary was working up the nerve to suck on something else. He continued sliding his hand up and down Emile’s delectable-looking shaft.

I sat up, draping myself against Gary’s toned body. I reached around and gently stroked his cock, then put my mouth by his ear and whispered, “Go ahead, lover. Taste him.”

Emile shifted, lying back with his runner’s legs spread. With a last look at me, Gary dropped to his elbows between those thighs. I moved around to watch my boyfriend scoop his friend’s balls up softly, then tentatively lower his mouth toward the thick cockhead.

The moment of contact was electric, a palpable snap of lustful energy in the bedroom. Gary’s tongue swirled over Emile’s crown. Emile shivered, and so did Gary. He sealed his mouth around the cockhead and, in fits and starts, sucked his way down the shaft. I saw his cheeks cave in instinctively around the staff. I knew it when he hit his gag reflex, and I quickly murmured some encouraging instructions to him.

Emile slouched back, moaning rapturously. Apparently, Gary wasn’t grazing him with his teeth or making any obvious amateur cocksucking mistakes. Soon enough, he even got past his gag reflex and took Emile all the way into his throat.

I was proud of Gary. I watched as his head rose and fell atop Emile’s shaft. His neck muscles worked diligently. No doubt he was enjoying himself; he was making ecstatic humming noises.

He also wasn’t letting up. Gently, he kneaded Emile’s balls, a trick I knew from vast experience would move a guy that much quicker toward climaxing. Did Gary mean to make Emile shoot in his mouth?

Emile flailed about on the big bed. He reached out and grabbed my right tit, as though he needed something to hold on to through his approaching crisis. With my stiff nipple caught between two of his knuckles, I watched with fascination as Gary drove him past the point of no return.

With a cry, Emile lifted his hips, lurching into Gary’s throat and bucking with a series of orgasmic spasms. Gary kept his lips cinched greedily around that jetting cock. I envied him the taste of Emile’s cream.

Eventually, Gary sat up, rocking back and forth. When his eyes opened, they shone with a new light. He turned his gaze on me and smiled. As he did, a tiny pearl of come glistened at a corner of his mouth.

He grabbed my shoulders, pushed me flat on the bed, and kneed apart my legs. I was more than ready for him. I accepted his frantic thrust, every inch of it, as he buried his cock in my pussy. I lifted my hips and worked a busy rhythm with him.

I reached up, pulled his face down toward mine, and swirled my tongue through his mouth, catching the residue of Emile’s load.

Emile, meanwhile, lay down next to me, grinning devilishly and fondling my tits some more. Gary hammered into me, going into that runaway mode, racing headlong toward his own overdue release. Our bodies clenched together in a mutual climax, and I felt his hot seed shoot deep inside me.

Of course, that wasn’t the end of the night. A bit later, I was astride Gary’s face, getting my snatch licked as I watched Emile treating him to a sloppy blowjob. Later still, the two men sandwiched me, with Emile’s sturdy cock filling my pussy and Gary fucking my ass.

That night was the absolute fulfillment of my dream threeway, but I know it won’t be my last foray into the erotic MFM ménage.