I am just writing this little story to remind you of our time together. It was really a wonderful experience; both you and Chris are wonderful people. I never really felt like I would have this type of experience in my life, and I want to thank you both for letting it happen.

You haven't forgotten it, have you? I certainly never will. Even as I sit down to write this I feel thoroughly aroused by the memory. My tummy is aching and my cock is hard and wet. I'm not sure how much typing I will be able to do before I have to find release, but then I really enjoy this feeling, so maybe I will force my self to finish the writing in one session.

Anyway, you remember how it happened, don't you?

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Chris and I had been talking about your fantasy for a long time. But it finally happened that weekend when I invited you both to go sailing with me. We took the yacht to a secluded cove behind one of those many little islets that dot the Florida Keys. We went swimming, at first with our swimming costumes on, but later in the afternoon, you remember, we took them off and decided to skinny dip. You know I found you very attractive, your sexy slim body, long dark hair and wide warm smile, and especially your pert breasts with their small areolae and hard little nipples really drove me wild.

I remember your remarks on my semi-erect cock as we all jumped into the water. "Is it growing for me?" you asked sheepishly.

We splashed and frolicked in the water, but nothing much happened until we were having a freshwater shower. I suggested we shower together as the amount of fresh water on the boat was limited, and we all agreed. Chris handed me the soap.

“Why don't you soap, Nasil?” he asked rhetorically, an opportunity which I was certainly not going to miss.

“It will be my pleasure,” I said, smiling and taking the soap.

“Mine too,” you replied with a twinkle in your dark eyes.

Chris just watched as I soaped your body all over, slowly, taking my time deliberately to see if I could make you develop a sensual glow from my soft and soapy touch. Gently around your face, over your neck down your shoulders, I let the soap caress between your breasts, dragging the edge sensually over your nipples, around them and down over your lovely belly.

Down each leg I went in turn, oblivious to Chris and his growing erection, or to the stiffness that I was beginning to feel in my own cock for that matter. Slowly I soaped up the back of each leg, over your bum, gently separating each gluteus to clean between before continuing the bar of soap sensually up your straight and sexy back.

"Wow," you said.

"Ahem, wow!" echoed Chris, fondling his erect cock.

You looked down at my hard member, cooing, "Now I know it is for me."

“Yes, Nasil,” I said. “It has been for you for a while now.”

I looked at Chris and saw that he liked my statement and our little bit of banter.

"I have an idea," said Chris.

He came over and whispered to me as we quickly washed off the soap before the water ran dry. No time for you to soap us up in turn, which I would have liked, but Chris, being the master of your pleasure had a better idea. He obviously knew your fantasy very well.

We all walked to the foredeck, where there was a single recliner sitting on the deck. It had no arms, which made it perfect for what Chris had in mind. Chris took your hand and led you to lie down on the recliner, as the yacht rocked gently to the sensual swish of the ocean below. Chris had briefed me on what was to happen next, so I was not surprised, and indeed was an eager participant.

We each took one foot, and began a soft and gentle foot massage. Soon we began to get a little more serious in our pleasure-giving, taking your toes into our mouths, one of us on each foot, until we had sucked each foot in turn. Slowly, tantalizingly, our erect and burning cocks dripping lubrication onto the fibreglass decking, we licked, sucked and nibbled our way up over your ankle. Nibbling, kissing, biting gently we worked our way up your leg.

“That feels nice,” you said in almost a moaning voice. “Tickles a bit, but nice.”

We were engrossed in giving you pleasure, but not so much that we failed to notice our own growing and delicious ache. As we lifted your legs to nibble around your ankles, they parted and I could see your vulva, the swollen lips slightly parted. It was glistening with the moisture, and the hood of your clitoris was raised into that little pyramid that indicates arousal. This view showed us your pleasure, and increased our own ardour.

“Nasil,” I said with enthusiasm. “Your pussy is beautiful.”

“Feels nice too,” you said, as your juices increased in quantity.

Slowly, teasing you, we worked our way up, nibbling your hips and crossing slowly, ever so achingly slowly, to your pubic mound. Our lips brushed almost as one over the area just north of your clitoris, and a long, low moan escaped your pouting lips.

“Oh fuck,” you sighed.

But it was not time for that area.

“You must glow and ache a while longer, Nasil, so when we finally taste your dripping vulva, you will be in uncontrollable ecstasy,” I explained.

I glanced up at your face, and oh - the look of pure pleasure was like a lightning bolt that shot through my loins. My testicles were like glowing embers, and my cock was steel hard, it's glistening purple head crying out to be touched. I looked over at Chris, and I could see that he was experiencing the same sensations. While I watched, Chris reached down and rubbed a little glistening drop of precum over his purple glans.

“This is nice,” he mumbled.

“It is nice that I am not the only one hard,” I replied.

We continued up over your belly, lingering over your navel, a delicious sensation as we fought over whose tongue was at its centre. Continuing on upwards, we kissed outside of each pert breast with its taught aching nipple. Each nipple was crying out to be kissed, sucked and nibbled, but we continued our journey of exploration, making your delicious ache grow ever stronger, and the demand for release almost unbearable.

“You’re making me ache,” you moaned. “Fuck, I love this.”

We reached your chin, and then nibbled your lips. I looked into your eyes at that point, your deep and sensual eyes glistening with tears of arousal. Your eyes were such an incredible mirror to your deeply aroused state, and it was like I could see straight into your heart.

“I love what I see in your eyes, Nasil,” I said.

“Yours look pretty aroused too,” you said. “Chris, look here.”

“Yea, I am pretty aching too,” he replied looking in your eyes.

I could feel exactly what you were feeling, in my own body, and imagine your sensations in my own mind. Your soft moans were wonderful to listen to, so much so that whenever I want to feel aroused even today.

Even now, I just have to think back to that moment and your delicious sweet sounds, Nasil. When I do that, I get an instant erection, and a delicious sweet glow flows over me. But I digress.

Moving from your lips we went to your ears, but your moans and hip movements told us to start our journey back down your thoroughly aroused body. Reaching your breasts, we each took a nipple in our mouths, and we felt your back arch as you moaned most deliciously. I knew that you were using all your willpower to keep your hand from reaching down and caressing your clitoris. But you controlled the urge because you knew that the pleasure we would give would be orders of magnitude greater than the instant release you would give yourself if you took control of your clitoral stimulation.

“Fuck, I could just cum,” you said.

“Not yet, Nasil!” I exclaimed.

I continued, drawing your nipple into my mouth, while my fingertips caressed the tiny bumps on your areolae. You shivered, and it made such an intense wave wash over me that it was almost like a mini orgasm. But my member was still hard, aching to be touched. I wanted to grab it and make it pulsate into sweet orgasm, but your pleasure was my pleasure, and I could see that Chris felt the same way, though he could less resist teasing himself now and again.

“Chris likes to touch his cock,” I said.

“He does that a lot,” you giggled.

We finally hurried our way down to your vulva. It felt like it was on fire, but it was soaking wet. It smelled so fresh, tasted to musky, and felt so silky as Chris and I fought with our lips and tongue to give you pleasure. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, and you moaned and breathed in a most stimulating manner, as we did mock battle with our lips and tongues to control your sweet sensations.

“Fuck, guys,” you said. “You love me so nicely.”

“We do,” said Chris. “Love you, both of us, and that is okay.”

“True,” I said.

Soon we all knew that you were ready. Any more teasing and you would be over the edge, either sliding down into an intense orgasm, or into declining sensation. You needed a cock, and you needed it now. I deferred to Chris as he was your husband. He whispered something into your ear, and you knelt up, and he entered you very slowly from behind.

It was tantalizing to watch him do that to you, I almost came just looking. I had gone around to watch your face, and you looked up into my eyes as Chris slipped into you. Your face looked so heavenly; I thought I would cum just looking at you.

“Damn, Nasil, your aroused face is so sexy,” I sighed.

I could cum any time just remembering it. And I will, when I am finished writing this story for you. I will cum hard remembering that wonderful day and your beautiful aroused face.

Somehow, I managed to get underneath you in a quasi-sixty-nine position, and you took my aching cock into your mouth as my mouth found your clitoris and began to apply tongue and lips to your pleasure. You knew exactly how to make me feel, taking me to the edge of orgasm with your lips, but not letting me go over the edge. You took my cock so deep into your throat, and it felt amazing as it went deep like that. I almost let go and shot my cum into your throat a couple of times, but I managed to hold back.

As my tongue followed the folds of your skin, around your vulva, and up and down the sides of your clitoris, I could feel Chris's balls bumping slowly against my head with his every deliberate stroke. I reached up with one hand and cupped his balls.

“Ahhhh,” I heard as Chris let out a soft, low moan of joy.

Somehow, Chris and I coordinated our action it so that you almost came, and then we held you back. God, the sounds that we made! Can you remember, Nasil?

Slippery sounds, slurping sounds, groans, pre-orgasmic breathing and finally that amazing mixture of groans, breaths and moans as you and Chris climaxed together. I wanted to cum with you, all of us together, but I had something else in mind, and I wanted to wait for it, though it took every ounce of willpower I could muster to hold back like that. But doing so was almost better than an orgasm, it was almost as intense.

“It’s so fucking good to feel you both cum,” I said.

We lay entwined, not moving for some time. I have no idea how long, and even though I had not yet cum, I was enjoying the sensations nonetheless. Eventually, we untangled ourselves, and you noticed my still erect cock.

"Stroke it for me," you said with a still hoarse voice from my cock in your throat.

So I did, while you and Chris watched. I masturbated, teased myself almost to orgasm. Then I got down between your legs, and looking Chris in the eye, I slowly entered you. At first, you were a little sensitive from your orgasm, so I took it slow, hardly moving inside you at all at first.

Then the pleasure began to exceed the sensitivity and you began to move your hips. I increased the depth of my strokes, but not the speed. I kept the speed absolutely constant. I knew that if I did that, I would drive you absolutely wild, and judging by the sounds escaping your lips and the overwhelmed look on your face it was working.

“Fuck me, Stefano,” you said. “Fuck my cum-filled pussy.”

That was hot!

“Yes, Nasil,” I said. “Because you are our greedy little cum lover aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “I want both your cum in me.”

Until this time, Chris had been only watching, but now he began to get in on the action. He kissed your lips, and slowly caressed your breasts, moving his lips down to suck your nipples as I slowly moved in and out of you. You wanted to buck and scream, but I kept the speed constant, driving you wild with intense pleasure.

“Finger my clit, Chris,” you moaned. “Please, Chris. Please finger my clit.”

In response, Chris reached down and began to stroke your clitoris with his finger as he sucked your breasts and I slowly pumped in and out of you. We brought you right to the edge of orgasm, and were about to ease back to tease you some more when your hips began bucking in an uncontrollable manner. Your vaginal muscles gripped my cock and an intense wave of pleasure washed over me, it grew in intensity and finally, I was cumming, you were cumming.

“I’m cumming,” you screamed.

“Fucking cumming,” I moaned back.

We were screaming, the orgasm mingling, our bodies and souls mingling and cumming. God, it was ecstasy. Can you remember it Nasil, that day you had the cum of two cocks in your greedy little, cum-hungry pussy?

But that was only the beginning. It was not the end.

I know that we were together for the whole weekend, and it is just one blur of pre-orgasmic and orgasmic pleasure, but that first time for me was absolutely the best. Really it was. Was it so for you too? What about Chris, does he still remember it? Do you talk of it?

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I bet that you are feeling very nice now Nasil. I know I would if you wrote to me to remind me of those days. I wonder if there is moisture in your panties, like that wet patch you showed me in your dark blue panties during the course of that weekend. Is there?

I wonder if there is a sweet, delicious ache growing in you. Is there? I hope so Nasil.

If you are feeling nice, I would like it if you would tease yourself and make your delicious and sexy body feel nice. Reach down now, and feel the wetness. Taste it, Nasil. You know exactly what I would like to see you do.

Do it now, and make yourself cum, but not too fast, delay it and make it last. Enjoy the sweet and delicious sensations that my letter most surely must have evoked. When you are at the edge of your orgasm, say my name, mingle it with Chris's as you remember our wonderful mutual orgasms. Take your self to the edge, you like it there, your eyes expose your joy for observant lovers to see.

You like that don't you? You love to be on the edge, looking into my eyes. Even when you masturbate, you imagine your eyes. I love that, it excites me tremendously. When you reach the edge, and have played there for a while, let yourself go over the edge, keeping your eyes open and imagining we are all together, having one big, coalescing orgasm.

Chris and I are both inflamed by the orgasm that we can see welling up and attempting to take your eyes away from us. Maybe you can show Chris how you masturbate, and he can cum on your belly while he watches you cum to the memory of what we shared.

Tell me about how it felt and what you did, and I will write up the rest of that delicious weekend so we can all have orgasms remembering it. You want more, don’t you Nasil? But you have to beg for it. You like to beg.