Like lovers do in a new relationship we talked about our fetishes and fantasies, invariably in the after glow of a wonderful, long session of sex. Huge, bigger than my man Brenton. Brenton sent me a text on the Thursday, ‘2 men, 3-way 4u. I was so pleased when he said, “Yes, I do,” before I slid his thong down to his ankles as I studied and admired his naked body and large, flaccid cock. We were satiated and exhausted when we had a short list of men for our joint sexual pleasure. My first three-way. Making me mutter, “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” while looking at the men’s erections. Their obvious chemistry shining through. I found it easy to tell Brenton I had always wanted a three-way with two men, without any embarrassment from either of us, explaining I had never had sex with two men, a three-way.
