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Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... nodded hesitantly. Malcolm moved Trent's hand to where my sex was being penetrated by his big phallus. I could feel Trent's fingers being placed on my swollen clit.

"Now, while I fuck her, you twiddle her bud just like you were doing her nipples... if you incidentally touch me, don't freak out. We are both making love to her, not each other... okay?"

I felt my husband's fingers begin squeezing and massaging my clit and sensed he was nodding his agreement.

I closed my eyes in anticipation. I could already feel an orgasm building.

I felt that big, beautiful cock begin to piston in and out of me again, slowly, then fast, then slowly again. OMG.

I felt Trent's other fingertips again tweaking one of my nipples gently, sending electricity into my center to join with what he was doing to my clit and what Malcolm was doing to my G-spot. As if that was not enough, I felt one of Malcolm's big hands latch onto my other breast... squeezing it roughly... fuck... he was going to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers. OMG!

The next sensory overload and absolute mind-fuck was when I felt Malcolm's cock drag my clit, and Trent's fingers, inside of me on the downstrokes. OMFG!!!

I honestly do not know what else they could have done to add sensations to my body, until Malcolm leaned down and kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth.

I screamed into his mouth as I experienced the most intense multiple orgasms of my life. For the first time in my life, I ...

... ejaculated, spraying us all with my cum.

Trent started to let up. But Malcolm leaned back and I heard him say, "Don't stop, brother, she can take more..."

I was thinking, "No! No, I really fucking cannot take more!"

But Trent continued and Malcolm began driving himself into me hard and fast, pounding me mercilessly and forcing more orgasms to burst from my body and soul. I know I would have levitated if these two strong men were not holding me in place.

Finally, FINALLY, I heard Malcolm roar out his relief and plunge fully into me as his own orgasm overtook him. I could feel his phallus pulsing within me as he filled me with his seed, my husband's fingers trapped within me also.

I think I must have blacked out. Because the next thing I remembered was waking up with a man laying on either side of me.

Poor Trent's purple penis flesh could be seen trying to burst through his cage's vent holes. Pre-cum seeped from the pee hole at the end. He was obviously in dire straits. But then again, this was his fantasy, right?

Malcolm lay there relaxing, his now flaccid monster laying across one thigh, our mixed fluids covering it.

I had planned for this event, at least partially. Many of the favorited stories I had read from my husband's search history involved some bi-curious stuff. I know Trent is not gay. But there was a definite curiosity regarding what male flesh felt and tasted like. But in the stories, it was always forced.

"Hubby... it is time for your cleaning ...