When a woman can’t decide between two men, sometimes she just has to have them both.
At the time it seemed like the most frustrating situation imaginable. After months without a sniff of a decent man, just as with buses, two came along at once. Ordinarily this wouldn’t have been a problem – more like an opportunity to try them both out for a while before deciding if either was worth settling down with, but on this occasion that would’ve been impossible to get away with as not only were they best mates but also shared a flat.
The Dilemma
I’d been introduced to Chris and Jed by a mutual friend. Katy was my oldest mate, dating back to primary school, so she was well aware of how desperate I was for a good fuck after a self-imposed ban while I concentrated on getting all my uni work done. Since that was behind me I couldn’t wait to get back into men, or rather get men back into me, and Katy had made it her business to find me one.
Initially I’d been unimpressed with the array she’d paraded before me in a succession of ill-fated double dates with her and her bloke. Then she decided to try two at a time and introduced me to Jed, a bloke she worked with, and his flatmate Chris.
I thought they were both gorgeous, albeit in completely different ways. Chris was a builder: tall, reasonably muscular, with rough workman’s hands that I couldn’t help imagining him running down my silky body, lingering in all the right places. Jed worked with computers and obviously took more care about his appearance, despite being shorter and skinnier than his friend.
Where Chris was windswept with a hippyish edge complete with tattoos and tongue stud, Jed was well-groomed, with a twinkle in his eye that suggested there was more going on in his head than computer programming and that there were things other than keyboards that he wanted to run his hands across. He was also the more chatty of the two, which was great – a nice body is all well and good but I like a bit of conversation afterwards. Having said that, Chris’ silent, brooding nature intrigued me. So, despite weighing up the pros and cons of them both several times over the course of our meetings, I was still no closer to deciding which one I ought to go for.
I was pretty sure both of them fancied me. There’d been enough eye contact, flirtatious comments and accidental-on-purpose body contact from them both for me to have an idea, but I didn’t like the thought of coming between two friends. Besides, I felt certain that if I made a decision to go for one of them I’d always be wondering if I should have chosen the other. Given the situation, I came to the conclusion one evening that should avoid them both and look elsewhere. Yet, less than a day later I found myself ‘just passing’ their flat and thinking how rude it would be not to pop by.
Blabber-mouth
It was a Saturday afternoon, and after having spent so many of the previous weekends hunched over my books studying, I still wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself at weekends. I was a bit nervous about dropping in unannounced but, of course, both lads seemed pretty pleased to see me. Jed offered me a cup of tea, which prompted Chris to go one better and get the beers out. Not used to drinking during the day, I soon found myself feeling a bit tipsy and couldn’t help noticing that whenever one of them did something nice for me the other would instantly try and top it. So, when Jed commented that my hair looked good, Chris immediately pointed out that in his opinion there was something wrong with Jed if he was looking at my hair when my skirt was so short. Normally I’d have been pretty embarrassed by flirting that blatant but the combo of alcohol and their utter hotness meant I was starting to enjoy myself.
I decided to push things a little further and jokingly told them that I had to resort to skirts of this length as I was having trouble getting anyone interested, which, of course, meant they were falling over themselves to tell me that couldn’t be true. Leaning forward flirtly, I told them it had been months since I’d been fucked. I expected them to be embarrassed at my bold confession, but instead they seemed happy to continue along these lines and the conversation soon turned towards the kinky side of sex, including, of course, threesomes.
Now, I won’t pretend that the idea of a Jed and Chris sandwich, with me as the filling, hadn’t cropped up as the obvious solution to my dilemma (in fact, it had been keeping me warm of an evening for a couple of weeks), but I didn’t think they’d be into the idea. They both seemed pretty straight-laced, so I was surprised when Jed revealed that he’d had a couple of threesomes, though only ever with two women.
“So would you try it with a man and woman?” I couldn’t help asking.
It was Chris who replied: “I wouldn’t. I just don’t fancy doing anything sexual with another bloke.”
Disappointed as my tiniest hopes were dashed, I couldn’t stop myself saying, “But you wouldn’t have to; it’d be all about me.”
I felt my face turning crimson. “I mean the woman,” I corrected lamely.
I felt mortified as I caught the two of them exchanging an unmistakably smug glance. Panicking, I grabbed my coat and left. It seemed there was a very good reason why I didn’t drink in the afternoons and all afternoon I chastised myself for being so crap. I claimed to be a sexually-liberated, independent woman, yet the second my fantasy had slipped out I’d acted like a frightened schoolgirl.
Two On One
Later that evening I was slumming it in front of the TV in my dressing gown underwear. Katy had rung me earlier, having had an argument with her boyfriend, and I half expected her to drop round mine, so when the doorbell went I answered it as I was. But standing on my doorstep, looking exceptionally shifty but sexy as hell, were Jed and Chris, each clutching a bottle of wine. This was proof that they were out to please me as they were beer-drinkers by trade.
The afternoon’s feeling of mortification returned, but I ushered them in, leaving them sitting awkwardly on the edge of my two-seater sofa as I took the wine into the kitchen. Alone, looking for glasses and a corkscrew, I realised I was breathing too fast, my heart was pounding and that there was definitely something interesting going on in the region of my French knickers. I quickly took a few deep breaths, poured myself some wine (drinking half my glass in one go) and I went back into the living room where Chris and Jed both gratefully took the drinks I offered.
Perched on a little chair opposite the sofa as the guys made small-talk, I began to feel like I was on display, and with that formed brazen thoughts in my mind. The wine had gone straight to my head and, noticing their eyes all over me, in a fearless fashion I slipped off my dressing gown, slowly and sensuously pulling it down over my shoulders to reveal my silk camisole.
“So,” I asked, having finally taken the gown off. “Did you come round for anything in particular?”
There was a pause in which both guys exchanged a look of pleased disbelief, then Jed took asked, “Did you mean it before, about the threesome?”
Now with a gutsy fuck-it attitude firmly in place, I stood up and said, “Why don’t you come up and find out?” With that I led the way up to where my large double bed awaited us in my bedroom.
We took position on the bed. I was in the middle of the two of them, sitting up against the headboard and feeling like a queen surrounded by courtiers about to fulfil her every desire.
“So what do you think then?” I asked them. “Did I mean it?”
“I think you did,” Jed wagered, leaning towards me with that twinkle in his eye. He carried on moving towards me and we began kissing, deeply and passionately. It wasn’t long before I felt Chris gently pulling me away from Jed.
“My turn,” he whispered, before pressing his lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth. His stubble scraped my chin in sharp contrast to the smoothness of Jed, then there was a small clash as his tongue stud hit my teeth, but that only added to the thrill of the moment. It occurred to me that Chris had gone from saying he would never have a threesome with another man to being all-up for the idea, and the thought that he’d changed his mind for me turned me on like nothing before.
After a while I turned back to Jed but this time Chris kept hold of me, kneading my breasts as my tongue explored Jed’s mouth. Then there were hands and lips all over me, stroking, pulling, biting, sucking. I had no idea which sensations were being caused by which man and I didn’t care. I lay there experiencing utter bliss. It was a sexual double-whammy and there was the added frisson that what we were doing was that bit taboo. I lay there and gave in to the amazing feeling of having two men worshipping my body from head to toe. Jed nibbled my ear while tweaking a nipple with a spare hand as Chris was sucking my big toe with an exploratory hand wandering up my thigh towards my pulsating c**t. I felt like every sense was being awakened by these two glorious, gorgeous men and it was almost too much to handle in its intensity.
Without speaking, the two of them undressed themselves and I peeled off my camisole and panties too. Watching Jed and Chris’ cocks spring to attention as they took off their jeans made me gasp and before I knew what I was doing I grabbed hold of them both, one in each hand, and began gently caressing them.
I felt ridiculously powerful, lying there with two men in my thrall, both of them moaning in delicious pleasure at what I was doing. I began pumping faster and faster, loving the effect it was having on them, as they groaned almost in unison. It became like a race to see who could get there first. Would it be Chris with the thinner yet longer cock, or Jed whose dick might have been a little shorter but who made up for it with a more substantial girth. I’d never been in a position to compare like this before but in the event I didn’t get long to think about it because Chris shot his milky load across my tits, with Jed a close second. Jed started to massage both lots of spunk into me, and I couldn’t control myself as Chris wriggled down the bed and began lapping at my c**t with his studded tongue. I couldn’t stop my hips rearing up to meet him as he sucked first gently then harder and harder at my clit. All the time Jed was rubbing my breasts, and I was overtaken by a gigantic, shuddering, explosive orgasm. Months of sexual tension was released by the two men and equalled the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting, screaming orgasm of my life.
