Of course

That won't do

I pointed to him then crooked my finger, summoning him to the couch. He certainly wasn't going to turn that down. As I watched Raja roll off the bed and strut over to me, Petyr began fucking me. He started with quick, hard, deliberate thrusts, accompanied by quiet grunts.

"Oh, yea, baby," he growled. Raja approached, his penis bobbing lightly as he closed toward me. I let it get closer and closer until it brushed across my lips with each springing motion. I stuck my tongue out, letting the head dance across the course surface. Precum leaked from his tip, smearing across my tongue and dribbling onto my cheeks. Then, in one, quick motion, I pulled Raja's cock into my mouth, closing my lips halfway down his member.

Petyr growled again and picked up his pace. I didn't even need to move my head. Each one of Petyr's powerful thrusts sent me bouncing forward, taking Raja's cock deep into my mouth. Then Petyr would pull me back into him, drawing my lips down Raja's shaft.

"Mmph, mmph, mrmph," I moaned with a mouthful of Raja's meat. I pulled away, stroking furiously as I drew a few deep breaths then stuffed my mouth with his cock once again. My tongue swirled across the tip, moving like it had a mind of its own while I felt Petyr's cock begin to swell inside me. His grunting became deeper, his thrusts mare dramatic. His fingers tightened around my thighs, his own powerful thighs crashing into my ass with loud smacks.

"NG, GD!" I moaned, my eyes widening as salty precum began oozing from Raja's tip. He was getting close. So was Petyr. So was I. Could I get there though, before Petyr came? If not, would I have the energy to keep going to get myself off or would I have to wait and hope Scott could get it up for me again?

Let's be honest, I could get Scott going again if I needed

I didn't have much time to think about any of that, though, as Raja's knees trembled then locked. His cock pulsed then erupted, sending large globs of cum across the back of my tongue and into my throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his cream filled my cheeks while Petyr drove himself off the cliff.

Suddenly, and completely unexpectedly, I came. Hard. I did my best to keep sucking, stroking and gulping as Raja continued to pour himself into me while my body lost control, shaking and shivering. With one powerful thrust Petyr buried himself into me, his muscles tensing as he roared. The condom ballooned inside of me. I could feel the warmth as he filled it.

Then he collapsed forward. I barely got my mouth from Raja's cock before Petyr grabbed my face and kissed me hard. There was no doubt he could taste the remnants of Raja's orgasm on my lips and tongue.

"You are one incredible woman," he said. Then he sat up. "So. Fucking. SEXY! And POWEFUL!" He emphasized the two words with some exaggerated hand motions.

"And to think, I was worried I couldn't handle both of you at the same time."

"Oh, you can handle," Petyr said with a hearty chuckle. "You can handle, alright. Your husband, he is one lucky man."

I knew that was true. He was, after all, in the midst of fucking a young, big-titted blonde. But part of me couldn't help but think I was the lucky one. Not many men would be accepting, let alone encouraging, of their wives having a threesome with two strapping young men, even if it meant they could have sex with a young, big-titted blonde. We'd had our ups and downs the past few weeks but I truly was lucky to have Scott and to be in a place where we both loved and respected each other to make the decisions we'd made.

There wasn't much in the way of romance after we were done. Petyr practically begged me to stay the night then grumbled when I declined and began getting dressed. He took my hand and kissed it then let me know he would sing songs about me all across Europe. He really was a big cheeseball through that hardened physique and accent. Raja tried to play it cool but it was obvious he too was disappointed I wouldn't be staying. They made me promise that I would get in touch with them if I ever visited Europe.

"Well, boys," I said, grabbing the door handle. I took one last look at each of them, still impressive in their post-coital, semi-flaccid states. "It's been fun." Then I turned the handle, opened the door, and headed out into the night.