I’d never been the figurative belle of the ball before, and I was freakin’ loving it!

I had two gorgeous guys totally smitten with me. I was seeing both regularly and getting more hot cock than I knew what to do with.

That last bit wasn’t true. I knew exactly what to do. I was having the time of my life with James and Vaughn. There wasn’t any cheating guilt, because each man knew I was also seeing the other. They were cool about it.

It was a very unusual situation for me, though. I’d had my share of boyfriends and lovers, but more often than not it was me who was sort of the odd person out. I would get into a relationship and find out that I liked the guy a bit more than he liked me. Or I’d discover that he was seeing someone else who he was more serious about, or — yuck! — that he was hoping to get back together with his ex and was basically just killing time in bed with me.

Romance could be rough. I knew that. I’d lived it. Not that I hadn’t had plenty of fun along the way — but it had never been like this! Vaughn and James couldn’t get enough of me. They were both unselfish lovers, examples of the kind of sensitive and sexy male I’d been hoping to hook up with all along.

How lucky for me that two of them had shown up for me at the same time.

It was understandable if things started to blur a little for me after a while. After all, I was ping-ponging back and forth between these two men, seeing each of them every other day. I hadn’t slept in my own bed in almost a month. Each night I had my pussy licked, then thoroughly fucked. I sucked luscious cock. I did those guys every which way, and they never complained about the arrangement. They were just happy to have their part of me.

But sometimes lying there in the carnal afterglow, or even during one of those furious bouts of lovemaking, I would forget whom I was with. Sometimes my brain would glitch and tell me I was snuggled against James’s firm body, when it was Vaughn I’d just fucked. Or now and then I’d think it was Vaughn plowing me from behind, and then I’d blink and realize I was in James’s apartment.

Luckily I had never shouted out the wrong name when I was coming. That, I knew, was the ultimate bedroom no-no. I didn’t want to do anything to upset either man. I genuinely liked them both.

But I started to get this idea…

I’d done three-ways before, but it was always two women and one dude. Don’t get me wrong; those were lots of fun. I liked having another woman touch me while a guy fucked me. But in those scenarios it seemed somehow that the male was the focus.

I wanted something different. I wanted two men at the same time, and I wanted to be the star. Neither James or Vaughn was bisexual, so I didn’t think they’d be interested in each other if I got them both into bed with me.

The notion seized me and wouldn’t let go. I began to obsess over it. I imagined what it would be like to be sandwiched between those two lovely men, taking one cock in my pussy and one up my ass. The fantasies made me shiver.

But it didn’t have to be fantasy. I was in a position to try to make this a reality for the first time in my life.

On consecutive nights I made the proposal, first to Vaughn, then James. It was just a tentative probe. I phrased it so that it was almost abstract. I asked if either of them had ever done a man-man-woman three-way before. Neither had. Would they be open to one?

James and Vaughn both admitted they could see themselves doing that. Excitement dazed me. My life was already great, though. Was I pushing my luck? I sure didn’t want to screw up what I had with my two lovers.

I asked James and Vaughn to meet me at my favorite bar a few nights later. It was all very civilized. I was nervous as hell. Both men arrived at the same time. They came to my table, and I introduced them, biting my lip, hoping this wouldn’t blow up on me.

They were perfectly polite to one another, shaking hands. We all sat, and soon they were talking and laughing as they confessed they’d each been curious about the other. They were talking so casually it felt like I was listening to two best friends who hadn’t seen one another in years. I spent the entire date blushing.

Then I dropped the bombshell. I made my real proposal, nothing theoretical about it. I wanted them both in bed at the same time.

They blinked silently at me a moment. I nervously sipped my glass of wine.

Suddenly, Vaughn let out a big laugh. “Fuck it, I’m in.”

James said, “Me too.”

I couldn’t wait to finish our drinks and get the hell out of the bar.

Normally I went to one of their apartments, but today it was to be my place. I led them inside, my heart beating fast. We went into the bedroom. For a few seconds we all stood frozen. Then as if there was some silent signal between the two men, they undressed.

I watched. They were both so beautiful with athletic builds and olive skin. They were both already hard, those cocks I knew so well standing up. They looked each other over with frank gazes, nodded, then moved toward me.

“I moved my hips in a tight circle, grinding down on the welcome intrusion.”

They began to take off my clothes. I barely had to move. A strange gauzy feeling came into my head. An electrical eroticism flowed over me, over the whole scene. The masculine hands touched me. I heard the whisper of flesh on flesh. We were still standing. Together they lifted me onto the bed and lay down along both sides of me.

I reached down and took the two familiar erect cocks in my hands. The simultaneous contact put a bolt of raw joy through me. This felt primal, like I was engaged in some ultimate sex act, a thing I’d been building toward for years.

As the hard shafts pulsed in my grip, the men each put a hand on my tits and squeezed. Pleasure danced over me. My nipples were plucked by strong fingers. These weren’t strangers. Both men were intimately familiar with my likes. They knew how to touch me.

I turned my head one way, and Vaughn pressed his mouth on mine. Our tongues grappled. I felt the subtle burn of his stubble. I turned the other way and kissed James just as ferociously.

Their bodies pressed me. I felt the firmness of muscle, the soft tickle of hair. The hands were roving over me now. I started pumping the two cocks, finding the timeworn rhythm immediately. My elbows flexed. The staffs throbbed in my grasp.

The roaming hands reached my pussy at the same time. I looked down, still feeling dreamy, and saw one set of fingers spread my damp lips, allowing the other fingers to slide inside me. Pleasure rippled through me at the contact, but I was also thrilled to find my two men so cooperative.

It was Vaughn’s fingers delving into my pussy. He slipped them in deep. I moved my hips in a tight circle, grinding down on the welcome intrusion. Vaughn worked his digits in and out of me, bringing me to a state of simmering delight. Then they switched hands, again at some wordless signal. James fingered me, rubbing the knuckle of his thumb over my pulsating clit and making me moan out loud.

While they were doing this, each man bent over me and started sucking my tits. Tongues flicked my aroused nipples. The intensity of the pleasure continued to mount. I kept on jerking those two lovely cocks.

It wasn’t just the physical elation of these activities. Finger a pussy with some skill and you’ll pleasure a woman. This, though, was more than the sum of its parts. I felt incredibly special, elevated to some erotic status I’d only guessed at before. This was a three-way, yes, and I’d done them before — but this was my three-way.

They were shifting around now. I let go of their cocks as James moved down the bed, eyes glinting with anticipation. I knew what he wanted. I spread my legs, raised my knees, and watched his face hover briefly over my well-fingered pussy. His hot breath brushed me, then he put his mouth on me and I cried out.

Vaughn stayed cozied next to me, cradling my head and kissing my neck. He murmured huskily in my ear, “His tongue feels good, doesn’t it? You like that?” It only added to the fantastic excitement of this.

I lifted my hips off the bed. James sucked and licked and speared me with his nimble tongue. Vaughn said, “Come in his mouth! Do it!” It sent me over. Suddenly I was flooding James with my juices.

The bedroom whirled. The next thing I knew it was Vaughn lapping hungrily between my outspread thighs while James held me and cooed sweet obscenities. I was still buzzing hard from my previous come. With barely any warning my body jolted and I jammed my pussy hard against Vaughn’s mouth, smearing his whole face with my joy.

Through a haze of electric carnality I saw someone flipping a coin. Someone else called tails. I understood the significance when James took the lube off my nightstand. I turned eagerly over onto my left hip, away from him. Vaughn, chin dripping, squirmed up the bed to lie in front of me.

I pulled him against me, licking my fluids from his face. As I did, James daubed the slick lube all over my asshole. Both these men had fucked my ass on many occasions. But I’d never — absolutely never — had a cock in my ass and in my pussy at the very same time.

As they both worked themselves inside of me, I felt I was crossing some cosmically carnal threshold. This was a new world for me. Pleasure of unbelievable strength surged through me. It was overwhelming at first. But my two glorious lovers were sensitive to my every response. They slowed, they probed further, they finally sank themselves all the way in.

I was jammed with cock, front and back. I tipped on a pinnacle of utter bliss. “Fuck me hard! Both of you!”

Those cocks raged in my holes. I was mashed between the bodies. I shrieked with ecstasy. It was the absolute best fuck I had ever had.