Maggie's Fulfilment

Waiting for Mickey, Kevin and I were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, not really paying attention to the music videos. Nervous, we kept glancing at the clock, and quickly guzzled the first of too many martinis. As the headlights approached, we looked at each other; I leaned over and kissed him deeply, vowing my love and devotion to him. He smiled reassuringly, and then we heard Mickey’s quiet tapping on the glass of the front door. Kevin told me to go alone and greet him. With a big grin and an even bigger libido, Kevin gave me a playful spank. Giggling, a bit tipsy, I went to the entryway to meet the cute boxboy I have a huge crush on.

Seconds before we saw the headlights approaching the driveway through the closed, transparent curtains, we impatiently waited, wondering, “Where the hell is he?” Mickey could be a flake, that’s for sure. Just two days ago he’d called, wanting to come over, and then “forgot” to call. Said he was cleaning his apartment. How is it a twenty-year old guy gets so into cleaning his apartment he forgets to call? It was my husband, Kevin, once again, who comes to my rescue, and reassures me with a sly, devilish grin: “He didn’t forget, hon. He was scared“, he tells me. I so want to believe him. I heard the soft, tapping sound again and I jumped up excitedly from the couch. He was really here!

I saw him standing on the other side of the glass door. Just the outline of his body made my heart skip a beat. I turned the brass knob and open the door. “Hi”, I said with a huge smile. “Hi”, he says, and I swear his whole body was smiling at me. I opened the door to invite him in. He was holding a laptop computer. I really had no idea what to expect from him--was he finally “ready” as he put it the last time he was here? That last evening, two weeks ago, never got past the sitting-on-the-couch part. Mickey had chickened out, or changed his mind about having sex with me. Why was he here tonight? Was he finally ready? God, I certainly hoped so, because I’ve BEEN ready for him. The best part was, of course, so was my husband. He wanted him too. For me.

Kevin was the perfect host and gentleman. He stood and shook Mickey’s hand, greeted him warmly, letting him into his home and world, offering him me, his wife. He was gracious and kind, and I loved him for it. He went into the kitchen, refreshed our martinis and made Mickey his first. It was awkward, but I was thrilled. The air was so thick with unspoken lust and tension. It was so exciting. When Kevin came back to us with our drinks, we all went and sat down on the couch. Kevin sat down on my right, and Mickey to my left, and I was nearly trembling with anticipation. For what? I wasn’t sure. But somehow I knew tonight was going to be a very special night indeed.

I swear I could feel heat coming from both these sexy guys I was lucky enough to be sandwiched in between on the couch. Mickey and Kevin couldn’t look or be more different from each other: Kevin was blonde, six feet four, pale blue eyes and a great body, almost 40 years old. He certainly didn’t look it. Mickey was only 5’8”, a waist smaller than mine, with jet black hair. He looked like Pete Wentz from the rock group “Fall Out Boy”. Piercing blue eyes and those lips. A punker, a bad boy. He was also twenty-four years younger than me. My husband was a computer tech executive with a six-figure income; Mickey collected shopping carts and bagged groceries.

Mickey was very relaxed and probably stoned. He said he’d been at a friend’s house and admitted to drinking a few beers, but his incredibly gorgeous blue eyes were blood shot like he’d smoked a little weed too. Neither I nor Kevin cared, as long as he wasn’t too blitzed to enjoy himself. Mickey opened the laptop computer and put it on the coffee table; he wanted to play some music he’d downloaded for us. Funny, Kevin got out our laptop and opened it up to iTunes too. Truthfully, music was the ONLY thing all three of us had in common. All three of us like the same bands and kinds of music. Punk, screamo, alternative. I took Mickey’s hand and clasped our fingers together; he let me and Kevin smiled in approval.

Maybe they were nervous and didn’t know what else to do. I thought it was cute. I felt like they were courting me. I was nervous too, as I eyed Mickey’s sexy lip ring and imagined what it would taste like. He had such full, seductive lips, it kind of dangled as he talked and I was getting wet just watching them move. He kept looking down; he had trouble looking me in the eyes. I thought it was sweet. The three of us chatted about music and I don’t remember a single word! I just wasn’t paying attention. All I wanted was to kiss him. I finally got my wish. After about a half-hour or so, Kevin got up to use the restroom. He winked at me as he left the room.

Holding his hand tightly, I moved myself closer to him and smiled. He looked up at me coyly, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I moved in for the kill. I wanted him so badly. I planted my lips on his and we kissed a deep, wet tongue-y kiss I hadn’t kissed with Kevin for years. I hadn’t kissed another man since the day we met 15 years earlier, and it was delicious. Delicious, delightful, decadent, dirty, and damn good. I was loving it. I didn’t quite know what were getting ourselves into by inviting this hunky twenty-year old into our bed and our lives, but I wasn’t going to question it now. We had decided to give in to our fantasies and we thought we’d try mine first.

Kevin came back from the down the hall, saw us kissing and waited. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and we stopped the kiss. Kevin smiled knowingly, asked Mickey if he wanted to go upstairs. “Going upstairs” was synonymous for “going to fuck”. I think he knew it, too. I called to Kevin to meet us upstairs. He nodded, smiling that wicked smile again. He knew what was happening. Finally!

I led Mickey upstairs, holding his hand firmly in mine. I don’t remember now if we talked at all, but I do remember I had a permanent grin on my face, and so did he. Kevin appeared within minutes of us. Because I’d had too much vodka, I have trouble remembering certain details, like how our clothes came off, and who made the first move. I’m pretty sure it was me. I wanted him and wasn’t planning on wasting any time. The guys were in their boxers and me in a cute, pink lacy thong and matching pink bra. All I remember is kissing Kevin, and reaching over to Mickey. He resisted me, and moved my hand off of him and onto Kevin. It took me a second but I suddenly realized he just wanted to watch. We didn’t mind, it was a fantasy of ours to be watched, so we got into it. In between us groping each other and lots of oral sex, we kept glancing over at Mickey, who was kneeling, watching us with a very nice-sized erect cock trying to peek out of his boxers. It was titillating seeing him out of his boxboy uniform and nearly naked in my bedroom. I knew I’d never be able to go back to that store without this sexy image of him in my mind. I wanted to touch him so badly. I wasn’t content to just put on a show for him. I tried touching his cock a couple times but he’d always move my hand away over to Kevin’s skin. Twice he said, “I’ll join in when I’m ready”.

Finally, Mickey was ready. Neither me or Kevin can remember when he took off his boxers, but I remember looking over at him, and they were off. His stiff cock was ready and I assumed it was an invitation. I took it into my mouth. Mmmm, he tasted delicious. I knew he would. I reached over and naughtily dribbled some yummy vanilla lube on his cock, and licked it off, flicking my tongue teasingly. I looked up at his handsome, young face and he was looking down at me, smiling. I could tell he was enjoying himself. Kevin was too. He was kneeling near us, stroking his own stiff dick. I went back and forth between them, taking turns sucking their cocks and applying the lube and licking it off. I was in heaven! Two gorgeous guys at the same time. My biggest fantasy fulfilled. If I died right now, I thought, I’ll die a very happy woman. I was having so much fun, so in the moment, I was unprepared but elated when Mickey suddenly laid me down gently, and went down on me. He was good, but not as good as Kevin. I couldn’t relax and let go. I was too nervous.

I was worried about giving Mickey more attention that Kevin, so right in the middle of an awesome cock-sucking, I’d stop and ask him if he was ok.. He always smiled and reassured me. “Go on”, he’d instruct. ”Fuck him. He wants you”. Oh my God, it was so much fun. Kevin would whisper sexy commands to me like that. He loved seeing me getting pleased, and he was enjoying the view. The more I did to Mickey, the more excited he got. Obviously Mickey loved it too.

Then it was Kevin’s turn. Without a word, my two hunky lovers seemed to just know when it was time to switch. Mickey backed away and Kevin took over. I just let them. It was almost like Kevin was teaching Mickey how to please me. Kevin would slowly move his tongue from my mouth, to my neck, over to my nipples, and then Mickey would do the same thing. I couldn’t wait to see what they’d do next. After all, we’ve been together 16 years, and my husband has never left me unsatisfied.

Of course, we didn’t need a condom, because three years ago Kevin got “fixed”. We had had to go buy condoms just for a night like tonight, and that in and of itself was deliciously fun. Mickey took the initiative; he tore the wrapper open, took out the condom and eased it over his hard dick. Kevin and I watched voyeuristically and we got more turned on. “Make him come”, Kevin instructed me. I couldn’t wait to jump on top of Mickey, but he had other plans. He turned me over doggie-style, and while he fucked me, I had Kevin come over in front of me and let me suck that lollipop of his. It didn’t take long till I had both men moaning in ecstasy. I made two guys come at almost the same time! It was amazing.

The only one who didn’t have an orgasm was me. I didn’t know why, but Kevin’s theory was that I would have if I’d been alone with Mickey. I know I never have trouble letting go with my husband, that’s for sure.

I was surprised when Kevin ended the evening telling Mickey, “Next time, I’ll leave you two alone together. I know it’s what you both want.” Mickey and I smiled at each other, and I let go of his hand as he walked out the front door. It was after 4 am, and the three of us had been upstairs for almost three hours! When Kevin and I finally collapsed in our bed, he gave me the release I’d been waiting for. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted and happy and still madly in love with each other. It didn’t make any sense, but somehow, being with Mickey made me appreciate Kevin all the more. I fell asleep hoping that tonight was not the last we’d see of Mickey.

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