As we kissed, he continued to lick and lap at her cum filled pussy, and I could feel the tremors of arousal run through her body and knew she was going to come again. I was doing my part, kissing her and cupping her breast in my hand, tweaking and teasing her hard nipple, and when she came she moaned into my mouth, her hand finding my exhausted sex and gripping me tightly, her fingers curled behind my balls.

When her body began to relax following her orgasm, we both looked down at Mitch’s big, furry head filling the space between her spread thighs as he ate her pussy. She reached down and tousled his hair, then looked at me. “Sweetie, you need to grow a beard.”

Mitch’s beard was heavy and full, a real mountain-man special; not only could I not wear a beard like that in my line of work, it would probably take years to fill in to that degree for me – assuming it ever did. I laughed. “Enjoying that, are you?”

"It feels amazing. I never thought about how it would feel on my inner thighs there, where I'm so sensitive, and… I don't know, for everything! It's a little scratchy, a little soft and fluffy, and it sort of tickles, but it adds a lot of extra sensations. It's great!”

I bent my head and sucked her nipples for a few seconds, adding some extra sensations of my own, and between the two of us she groaned and came again. I smiled at her. "I may not have a beard, but I can do that."

“God! I could get used to this never-ending orgasm cycle! Having two hot studs serving lil’ ol’ horny me could become very addictive.”

“You’re not going to want to leave, are you?”

“Mmm, not anytime soon!” She ran her fingers through his hair again, and then wiggled her hips, pressing her dripping sex to his willing lips.

He raised his head to look up at us, and I could see that his beard and mustache were going to need a good shampooing. He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his face, but it didn’t improve things much. “No worries, you’re not going anywhere real soon; this storm isn’t supposed to blow itself out for three more days, last I heard.”

Carly practically wriggled with delight. “Oh good! I’d much rather do this than go back out in the cold, and with two studs, we can get a lot of fucking done in three days.”

Mitch laughed. “I’m game, and I’m sure that’s unanimous, but I need to run out soon and bring stuff in, put away some equipment. When we got back yesterday with the two of you both hypothermic, I abandoned everything to make sure you were okay. All of your stuff is out there still, as well as a bunch of mine.”

He stood, then lowered himself onto the arm of the loveseat alongside Carly, opposite me. His erect cock stood tall and thick from his groin, a clear droplet of precum glistening at its tip; the taste and feel of my wife’s freshly used pussy and the sounds of her orgasms had left him enormously aroused - again.

Her hands soon wrapped enthusiastically around it. “You’re going to want to do something with this first, aren’t you? I know I am…”

“You know, I do have a lot of pent-up sexual energy. It’s been a while for me, living like a hermit, but I’m not going to pretend I’m inexhaustible like you, gorgeous. Why don’t we hold that thought, I’ll go do a few chores while you guys relax, then we can fool around some more – then have lunch, fuck again, have dinner, fuck some more…”

Carly smiled. “I wish I’d heard about this place years ago!”

I laughed. “Listen to you, horny wench! I must apologize for my wife, Mitch; she’s not usually quite this slutty. Slutty, yes, but not this slutty.”

“Really? That’s a shame, she wears it well.”

Carly frowned. “Hey!”

He grinned at her. “Coming from me, that’s a compliment.” He reached around her and squeezed her breast. “You, sweet thang, are my kind of girl!"

“Oh, well okay then. As long as you mean well.” She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, sliding down and taking a surprising length of it, and he groaned. She let him slip free and looked up at him as she licked her lips. “Yum! We taste good together. Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

“Oh, you definitely can, and if I don’t get out of here you undoubtedly will. You two enjoy and I’ll be back in a little while.”

He crossed to his clothes, which were piled where he’d shed them the previous evening when we set about getting Carly warmed up. We watched him climb into his union suit, Carly laughing as he tucked his erection down his right thigh, where it created an obscene bulge, so he could button up.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of that for you? Me and Justin could even team up, solve your problem in no time – two mouths, less waiting.”

I was a little shocked she’d thrown me in on the deal, but since that ship had already sailed, tag-teaming his cock with Carly sounded like more fun than doing it alone. As for Mitch, he paused for a moment before shaking his head, resolute. “No, no; if I let you tempt me, I’ll never get this done. Best to just get it out of the way and then we can focus on enjoying each other. Work before pleasure… then, lots of pleasure!”

Carly laughed, then in one last effort to shatter his iron will, stood and went to him, negating his efforts by tugging his cock out into the open before taking the swollen head in her hand, and in her most seductive purr said, “Well, if you’re sure…”

She was squeezing and stroking just the big head, sliding his foreskin back and forth over it in a growing cum-slick of his own making; in other words, I knew he’d cave.

He groaned and threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward and his cock out for a moment as the intense sensations on his slippery, nerve-ending-rich glans almost overwhelmed him. Suddenly he grabbed her hand. “Fuck, woman! I save your life and your idea of thanking me is to fucking kill me? Jesus…”

He groaned and clenched, and his rigid cock jerked as another small pulse of pre-cum squeezed out of its tip. Carly grinned and ducked her head, taking him into her mouth and sucking him clean. He swore again and pushed her away, laughing. “Okay, enough; I’m going! Hold that thought and we can pick up right where we left off. Fuck, I’ll probably still be hard…”

“Oh, I hope so!”

When she returned to me, she bent and pressed her lips to mine, pushing her cum-slick tongue into my mouth; there was a time long, long ago – way back the previous day, in fact - when that would have probably freaked me out. Now it was not a big thing, that ship too having weighed anchor, and I sucked at her tongue as I returned the kiss.

He finished dressing and headed toward the door that led down the stone stairs to the rock antechamber adjacent to the dock, carrying his hat and coat. At the door, he paused. “Justin, if you want to throw on some more clothes, you can come and sort your personal effects from the stuff I’ll bring in. If they’re dry, there’s no reason we can’t just stow your camping gear down there in the vestibule, but you’ll want your toiletries and stuff up here.”

“Oh, sure. Be right down.” I started to rise, but he waved me down.

“No rush, I have a few things I need to take care of outside, like dumping the water out of your canoe and flipping it up on the dock and covering my boat and motor. It’s getting colder, and if that water freezes in your canoe it could damage the hull. Give me about half an hour or so, then come on down.”

“You sure you don’t want me to help you?”

“Nah, stay here and stay warm, enjoy each other, have a little private time; I’ll be back, naked and horny before you know it.”

Carly smiled. “I’m counting on it.”

He laughed as he went through the door to the stairs, closing it behind him. We looked at each other for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed me again. “Are you okay?”

I looked at her, the blush of her arousal and subsequent orgasms still glowing on her face and chest, her nipples still hard and her pussy wet, puffy, and used-looking. The heady, fecund, slightly musky scent of sex on her was sending continuous electric tingles to my groin. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

She smiled softly. “Oh, I’m fine. In fact, I’ve never felt better, more alive.”

“There’s a reason for that, you know.”

“Our near-death experience?”

I laughed. “Well, yeah, that too, but I meant having about a thousand orgasms. You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you?"

“Is that okay?”

“You know how much I love it when you answer a question with a question.”

She smiled. “Yes, I know. Okay, I enjoyed it a lot, yes. I liked feeling him inside of me, how big he is, and I loved when you both came in me, that felt amazing. I loved seeing how hard you were, and you two playing with each other was way more erotic than I would have thought possible. I came like crazy, and I want to do it some more. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, you know… sure, it’s okay.”

“You don’t sound like it’s okay.”

“No, it was. I… I guess I’m a little jealous, you know?”

“Oh. Well. You seemed so turned on, hon’, like you were enjoying it…”

"I was! That's the thing, I guess; it's the sexiest, most erotic thing I've ever been a part of. It was intense and exciting, I was incredibly aroused the whole time, and I loved it. Most of it…"

“Except…?”

“Except… Well, you came so hard! First, I couldn’t believe it when you took that whole huge cock inside of you, and then, with his big cock in you, filling you up, you came so hard, and so good, and then again and again!”

She put her head on my shoulder. “I thought you’d want me to enjoy myself. Should I have held back, not let myself come like that? Not let it show?”

“Oh, God no! Absolutely not, I’m glad you had such a great experience. Fuck, I almost came when you did, it was so hot. You’re so fucking sexy when you're like that.” I paused, feeling stupid, then went on. “It’s just… have I ever made you come like that?”

She pulled back and looked at me, her expression one of shock. “What? Of course you have! You’ve made me come so hard sometimes that I think I might have blacked out for a few seconds! My God, Justin… You’re jealous?”

“Maybe envious would be a better word. It just seemed like… well, you know.”

She sighed. “Okay, two things: First, I love you and you’re an amazing lover, gentle and sensitive and generous, and you’ve got a great cock and a magnificent tongue.”

“Can I swap those so that I have a magnificent cock and merely a great tongue?”

She laughed. “Shut up, dear. Second, it was the situation, okay? You were merely observing for much of it, so you were focused on how hard I came; when I'm with you, you're focused in part on what you're feeling and what your body is doing, so you don't realize how far my eyes are rolled back in my head."

I laughed. “That’s probably true, huh? So I make your eyes roll back in your head too?”

“Oh my god…”

I kissed her. “I like that, that I can make you come like that too.”

“You do. Not every time, of course, but more than often enough, and I love sex with you whether it’s huge monster orgasms or smaller ones; all orgasms are good orgasms.”

“Well, except for spontaneous airborne ones like I almost had when you came, and the occasional one-pump-chump moment guys have when they’re too aroused.”

“Speaking of which, you did come very quickly in me when you followed him. How was that, pretty sloppy?"

I felt myself blush, and she laughed at me. I shook my head. “Jeez, babe. Yeah, pretty messy, and that was one of those too-aroused, one-pump moments I just mentioned. Damn, I came hard though!”

“Should I be jealous that sticking your dick into a pool of his cum made you climax so fast?”

“You’re intentionally trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?”

She giggled. “A little, yes. How am I doing?”

“Very well, thanks. It felt amazing though, so loose and wet; I didn’t expect it to feel so good. I was so fucking turned on at that point, after watching and feeling him come in you, and then seeing you all open and pink, his cum running out… Fuck, I don’t know why that’s so sexy!”

She touched my erect cock. “You’re hard again.”

“I know.”

“Just from remembering and talking about it?”

“Apparently.” I reached down and softly stroked her wet pussy. “Are you sore?”

“Sore? No; why would I be sore?”

“Well, you know…”

“From his size, you mean?” I nodded, and she went on, “No, I’m not. Yes, he's huge, and it was a little intense when he was first going in me, I could feel how thick he is and that delicious burn when I had to stretch to accommodate him, but I was very wet, very ready for him.”

“I could tell.”

“Did that bother you?”

“No, I was hard as a rock, knowing how aroused you were.”

“Really?”

“You saw me.”

“And that wasn’t all because you were sucking his cock?”

I blushed again. “Jesus, Carly! Okay, maybe partly, but I was only doing that because you asked me to, and I was so horny already.”

She laughed. “But you enjoyed it…?”

“I… I guess, yeah; I was in the moment. I’d do it again, I think. Maybe.”

“Would you like to lick my pussy?”

“What, now?”

She laughed. After almost losing her the previous day, her every laugh was music to my ears. “Well yeah, now – later too, of course, but I meant now. I think there’s still some cum leaking out of me.”

“Can’t have that, can we? Wait, I thought he did a thorough job of taking care of that. He was sure at it long enough!”

“Jealous again?” She smiled.

“No! Well, yeah, a little.”

“You both came in me, remember, and I think you both must have had huge loads. Plus, when he came, he was all the way in me, so deep. I could almost feel him spurting against my spleen!”

I laughed. “Your spleen, huh? I didn’t know that was where that path led.”

“Felt like it! Lick my pussy, lover…” She pushed my head down as she spread her legs, and I pressed my lips to her wet and puffy nether lips and stuck my tongue into her. She was right; there was still cum inside of her. I don’t think any remained by the time I finished.

A bit later, after she’d come twice and I’d cleaned up the last of our mess, she started to touch and tease my neck and ears as I continued to suck her clit. She groaned, her body undulating as she pushed herself against my lips. "God, that feels so good. Hey, you know what would feel good?"

I paused for a moment and looked up at her, my lower face wet with our fluids. “Better than this?”

“Maybe. When he gets back, when you guys finish your chores, I’ll ride him here in the chair, but facing you…”

“Reverse-cowgirl, yeah – that would be fun to watch, and I know you can’t wait to get back on that big cock, you slutty cowgirl. You bring your spurs?”

“Ha-ha, and no, I didn’t. But I want you to do more than watch.”

“I would hope!”

She smiled. “I want you to do what you were just doing, but while he’s inside of me. I think you licking me while he’s fucking me would be amazing – plus, you can lick or suck on him while you’re at it if you’re so inclined!”

“Gosh, lucky me. I guess I could do that… the bit on you, at least.” I was already hard from her taste and feel and the sounds she’d made while she was coming, but, although I was trying to play it cool, the thought of doing what she’d suggested sent a frisson of arousal straight to my dangly and temporarily non-dangly bits alike. She noticed.

“You’re very hard but you’re acting like you don’t like the idea.”

"I just… I don't know, it's all so new. In some ways, I want to experience everything we can while we're here, and Mitch is so accommodating, but in other ways I know I'll have a lot to think about when we get back to civilization. How I’ll feel about it then, you know? I never thought of myself as gay.”

“It’s not gay if it’s a threesome, right? And anyway, who cares? As long as one of the three is equipped like me, you can call it anything you want. Maybe you’re a tiny bit bi, at most; let’s just call it ‘flexible’, okay?”

“Flexible… yeah, I can live with that. It’s just all so different, a big adjustment.”

“For me too, hon’, I just thought that sounded like it might be fun, something we’d enjoy. I know I would.”

I laughed. “So you think you might enjoy me licking you and sucking on your clit, flicking it with my tongue that way you like so much, all while he fills you up and stretches you out with that big cock, huh?”

“Well, when you put it that way… mmm, God, yes! You know you’re just making me hornier, right?”

“A light breeze makes you hornier, babe. In this case, though, it’s working on me too.” I rose from sitting back on my heels to my knees and entered her in one smooth thrust, burying my throbbing cock to the hilt, my balls crushed against her wet bottom.

“Ohh, god, Justin! Fuck!”

I groaned at the intensity of the sensations, her pussy a velvet sheath squeezing my cock. “Unnnhhh, fuck me but don’t you feel amazing! I feel like I could come again in about thirty seconds.”

“Don’t.” She put her hand on my stomach and stopped me.

“No?”

“No, don’t rush it. It’s about time for you to go help Mitch anyway, so save it for when you both get back.”

"Seriously?" I felt like if I just moved a little, tensed my pelvic muscles, and let go, I'd come almost immediately. "I don't know, babe, you feel awfully good inside."

“Well, I suppose you can enjoy that for a minute if you want, but don’t come.”

“You know it doesn’t always obey my orders, right?”

She laughed. “Then take it out.”

She was right; I needed to pull out or it would be too late. “So now you’re sending me away all hard and horny like you did to him? You’re a very cruel woman.”

She grinned. “Awww, poor baby! I’m just trying to be sensitive to the..." I slid out of her. "Uuhhh, Justin, god… the limitations of your male bodies – and egos.”

I'd groaned at the intense sensations as I slowly slid out of her too, and my cock immediately sprang upright to whack my tummy, my hard shaft glistening wetly. “Fuck! You have no idea how bad I need to come.”

She looked at my cock. “Ah, but I do… hey, you know what else I want to try? Both of you at once!”

“You mean…?”

"Yeah, both in me, him in my pussy, and you bringing up the rear; he's too big for me there, I think."

“Gosh, thanks.”

“You know what I mean! You’re just…”

“Smaller; yeah, I get it.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.” She looked serious and I knew I’d pushed it too far.

“No, I’m kidding! Look, I’d have to be in serious denial not to recognize that he’s got a bigger cock. Fortunately, I’m not that insecure about it; a little bit, but not bad enough to miss the fun. I’m also perfectly fine with the idea of coming in the back door – and then probably cumming in the back door. We know it’s a good fit." It was something we did occasionally and enjoyed, but it had been a while. We’d never had anyone else to share it with us; I found the idea of both of us inside her at the same time to be very intriguing. “Are you trying to check off your entire sexual bucket list or what?”

“Well, it sounds like we could have as much as three or four days, so…”

“Good point. Make hay while the snow falls – or the wind blows, or both. I guess I’d better throw on some clothes and go help Mitch.”

Carly sat back and watched me dress, softly touching herself, as if skeptical that her body remained unchanged after such a vigorous sexual experience. As I bent to pull on my pants, she said, “What are you going to say when he wants to fuck your ass?”

I straightened and stared at her. “Um, ‘when’ he wants to? Do you know something I don’t?”

“No, I just figured… he made it pretty plain, didn’t he? He’s bisexual, Justin; that’s a part of it, right?”

“How the hell would I know?” I paused, thinking about it. “You may well be right. Fuck, I don’t know, but thanks for giving me something else to worry about.”

She laughed. “You might enjoy it, you know. I do – and besides, you love it when I use my fingers or our toys on you.”

“None of those are anywhere near his size! You just got done saying he was too big for you to take there.”

“You’re bigger than me.”

“Taller than you, yes, heavier… Are you saying that I’m a bigger ass than you are?”

She giggled. “If the butt plug fits...”

“Cute. I think maybe I should heed that old cautionary nursery rhyme.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know – Humpty Dumpty took a huge cock up his tail; Humpty Dumpty split like a rail; all the King’s horses, etcetera, etcetera…”

She was laughing. “That is not how that goes!”

“It’s implied; there are a lot of life lessons in nursery rhymes if you know how to interpret them.”

“I married an idiot; good thing I love him so much.”

I agreed. “Good thing. As far as me taking him up the ass…”

“I think you should try if he wants to. You just might enjoy it, you know.”

“You’re very generous with my ass.”

“Tu culo es mi culo.”

"Normally I'd agree since yours is way cuter, but for this…"

“You’ll never know if you don’t try – and you know he’d stop immediately if you asked him to.”

“We’ll see; we could start with your ass, see how that goes.”

“We’re going to, remember?”

I shook my head. “No, I mean him, not me; we already know you can take me just fine.”

“I’ve seen you take a dildo – and love it - so we know you’re not a virgin.”

“Again, dear, nowhere near his size and not a real, flesh and blood, genuine man’s cock. It’s different.”

“No kidding? Why don’t you explain it to me?”

I laughed. “Okay, point taken. Still…”

“Trust me when I tell you that real ones feel so much better than store-bought imitations.”

“Maybe. You trying to sweeten the pot?”

“You could also fuck him in the ass while he’s fucking me…”

“Jeez, Carly! You’ve obviously spent a lot of time and energy working out all the possible combinations!”

“Mmm, eat your Wheaties; I want to try everything!”

“Did your near-death experience turn you into a raging nympho?”

“I’m not raging; I’m a very happy nympho like I've always been.”

“Indeed. Hold that horny thought while I go get our stuff – and no playing with yourself!”

“A girl needs to pass the time…” I bent and kissed her, and her hand slid between her legs as I headed for the stairwell door.

~~~~~~

It was considerably cooler downstairs in the stone chamber just off the dock, and the wind whistling around the thick door made its potentially lethal presence known. Mitch had already toted in much of our stuff, and as I began to sort through it, he came through the door in a swirl of snow, carrying our paddles and flotation vests.

“That’s the last of it, only your canoe is still out there, and I flipped it upside down on the dock so it wouldn’t collect snow and ice. Any of that stuff that’s your outdoor gear can go on those shelves in the corner and we can take your toiletries and clothes and stuff up with us.”

I started pulling out things to put on the shelves, separating them from the stuff to go upstairs. “I sure appreciate you doing this, especially after everything else you’ve done for us. I should have come and helped you.”

He shrugged. “No big thing, I had to be out there to cover my boat and motor anyway. You didn't have much gear, and you could also stand to avoid the cold and wind for a day or two.”

I shivered. “That’s probably true. Anyway, thanks.”

He grinned. “Y’all already thanked me quite magnificently, so don’t worry about it.” We didn’t say anything for a moment, which seemed to stretch almost to the point of becoming uncomfortable before he went on, “You guys still good with what we did? No regrets? I assume you had a chance to talk about it a little.”

I nodded. “We did, and yeah, we’re good. Carly loved it; in fact, I think she’s counting the seconds until we get back.”

“Good to hear. How about you?”

“Me… well… I guess yeah, I’m good with it. I had a few minor little things, but she reassured me on those. Truthfully, I’m a little shocked at how incredibly arousing I found it to be. I feel like I should be more jealous, have more doubts and stuff, but seeing and hearing her come with you… My god, that was intense. Powerful…”

“You enjoyed seeing her pleasure, huh?”

"I did. More than I would have thought. Goddamn, she's beautiful when she's all caught up in her orgasms!"

He laughed. “She’s no slouch the rest of the time either, dude: you married a very sexy, very gorgeous woman. That you enjoyed her pleasure so much is just a mark of how much you love her.”

I was surprised at his ability to be so philosophical about it, and so sensitive. “I guess that’s true, huh?” Were you really a Navy SEAL?” He looked at me oddly. “You mentioned something about BUDS training when you were rescuing us.”

“Oh! I’d forgotten that. Fuck, you had me going for a second there. Yeah, I was – still am if they decide to call me back into service."

“No offense, but aren’t you a little big for that? I thought all those guys were pretty cookie-cutter, around five-ten, five-eleven or so, under 200 pounds...”

He nodded. “You’re right, they mostly are. Little wiry endurance guys. It’s not a requirement though, you just have to be height and weight proportionate and pass all the physical challenges. Some of those are a bitch for bigger or smaller people, so they end up with a prototype as you say."

“But you made it.”

"Nobody thought I would, but yeah. It was a stone bitch, but it was worth it. Best bunch of guys you'd ever want to be around."

I didn’t say anything for a moment, pondering the paradox of our gentle but heroic – and bisexual - rescuer being a trained killer. It didn’t seem to jive. He must have read the doubt on my face.

“You want to ask if I ever killed anyone, but don’t know how to get there politely.”

I laughed. “You get that a lot?”

“Usually as soon as people find out. That where you were going?”

"No. I was wondering how your bisexuality went down in a macho group of guys like that."

“You don’t think I’m macho enough?”

I looked at him and could see that he was intentionally goading me. “Yeah, that’s it. A pale, effeminate, skinny little, tiny-dicked weakling like you…”

He laughed. "You're quick on your feet, Justin. Truth is, it's something that just never entered the equation. We all knew our shit, depended on the other guy to cover our six and tried to get the job done and get home alive. You do your job well, everything is copacetic.”

“Guess that makes sense.”

“I like women too, remember; in bars and shit I could chase broads with the best of ‘em.”

“Huh. I suppose I hadn’t considered that. Did you miss… you know, men… for sex? While you were being careful, I mean?”

"Yeah, sometimes. But you'd be amazed how often you can get picked up by couples though, if you give out the right signals."

“Never thought of that. Do a lot of the guys, the husbands…?”

He nodded. “Almost all, some eagerly, some more hesitant like you, experimenting. Some just want to watch, but they’ll often change their mind when invited.”

“So they’d just pick you up and then, from there, it’s like us?”

He shrugged. “Give or take – except this time, I picked you up. And your wife is head and shoulders more beautiful than any other woman I’ve been with on the couples’ scene.”

I laughed. “You sure did and thank God for that – and yeah, she’s way outta my league too, but don’t tell her.”

He laughed, then became serious. “Listen, you guys aren’t doing all of this, the sex and everything, just out of gratitude, are you?”

I shook my head. "No. Carly initially brought it up that way, but no. I mean, sure, that may still be a small part of it, but we'd talked many times about a threesome – I was thinking me and two women, of course…"

He laughed again and I went on, "But we'd played with the fantasy a lot and discussed the reality some, and then when all the planets aligned and you rescued us, and she saw – and felt - you naked, well, nature just took over."

“Lucky for me.”

“And for us, Mitch.”

He smiled. “Thanks. You do realize that one woman and two men makes a lot more sense, right, for a threesome? Women are so much better at this stuff…”

“I’m starting to believe that, yes – speaking of which, my horny wife is upstairs eagerly waiting for more of the same, probably doing herself…”

“Well, we can’t have that! What kind of host would I be if I allowed that to happen?”

“She wouldn’t mind. I think she’s in sort of an insatiable place right now if I’m reading her right.”

“Let’s go test that theory, shall we?”

So we did.

~~~~~~

When we opened the door at the top of the steps and reentered the warmth and light of the cozy cabin, Carly was no longer sprawled in the big chair in front of the fire. I felt a momentary panic, probably a reflex after so nearly losing her the day before, but quickly realized she must be around somewhere. Sure enough, we heard a noise from the kitchen and walked out to find her there, still stark naked, mixing ingredients by hand in a large glass mixing bowl.

"Hey, guys! You get all the chores done?"

I nodded. “Pretty much. What are you doing?”

“Baking something, like I promised.” She looked at Mitch. “I couldn’t find any cocoa, but I found a bag of chocolate chips, so I went with cookies instead of brownies. I hope that’s okay.”

He grinned. "As long as it's in addition to the other thing and not instead of."

Carly returned his grin. "Oh, it is! I think I was enjoying that 'other thing' at least as much as you were, so I decided to do these too."

"Unnecessary, but I'll be happy to eat a mess of 'em – and as long as you’re doing it, add these…” He reached up into a cabinet and tossed her a bag of nut chunks. “Pecans – no chocolate chip cookie is complete without ‘em.”

I happened to agree – it seemed he and I were finding a lot of common ground – and as she caught the package of nuts I noticed a spatter of flour along her left jawline and a sprinkling atop her left breast, just above her nipple. He saw it too and used it as an excuse to step forward and brush his knuckles along her jaw. As he bent to kiss her, he ran his fingers down and brushed the flour from her breast as well, then strayed to gently pinch her nipple.

Carly wriggled with delight at his touch, moaning softly, “Mmm, even with cold hands that feels nice, but if you get me distracted, I might forget your nuts.”

He laughed. “That would be a tragedy; I like to think of my nuts as very memorable.”

She giggled, realizing what she’d said. “Oh, no danger of me forgetting those nuts! I have big plans for them. Why don't you boys go put that stuff away and get out of some of those clothes so I don't feel so underdressed, I'll get a pan of cookies in the oven, and we can meet in front of the fire."

Funny, she hadn’t acted at all self-conscious about being “underdressed”; in fact, she’d seemed quite comfortable with being naked in front of us. Mitch nodded agreement but had a question. “Okay, I can put you two in the spare bedroom, or, if you prefer, I have a king-size bed that would easily accommodate the three of us. So…?”

Carly looked at me. “I rather enjoyed last night’s sleeping arrangement – you know, once I regained consciousness and found that nice, big surprise between my legs. I could get used to having two big, strong, warm male bodies snuggled up to me, hard protuberances and all. Two cocks, no waiting!”

I laughed. “I would have bet a million dollars on you making that choice. Sure, why not.” I looked at him. “Your bed is liable to get rather messy, you know.”

He grinned. “I’m counting on it!”

We went and did as she’d suggested, first undressing, and while I unpacked and put out a few of our things in his bedroom, he disappeared back to the front room. When I returned, Carly was still at the kitchen counter, but now Mitch stood behind her, naked, his arms around her and his huge hands smothering her breasts.

And he was once again inside of her. She’d bent over the counter just enough to present her ready sex to him, and he’d accepted the invitation and entered her from behind, burying his thick length in her tight heat and pressing his groin to her flawless ass. From where I stood, I could see his heavy testicles swinging gently as he slowly plumbed her depths, and each time he went full-length into her his ass clenched into hard blocks of muscle as he made sure to jam every last millimeter of his massive cock into her pussy, and she groaned in response.

I felt a sharp flare of jealousy, in part because they’d started without me, just taking it for granted that she was his to use as he saw fit, but also because I knew how much cock was filling my wife and could hear her moans of pleasure as he fucked her. I know how much Carly loves sex but hearing and seeing her so eager and willing – and her response to his size – was difficult.

Still, I tried my best to tamp it down, and instead crossed to them, reaching between his legs to seize his big balls. He jumped, and I laughed. “Cold hands?”

“No, I just didn’t know you were there. It’s not like me to let my guard down like that, but a hot, tight, wet pussy will do that to a man… By the way, don’t stop.”

I squeezed and fondled his balls, my fingertips against the hard, wet ridge beneath his shaft. “Feel good?” He felt good to me - again I was surprised at how easy and liberating it was to participate in our threesome, no holds barred. I was hard as a rock myself just from the sheer eroticism of it, my erection against his thigh.

“Feels great. Don’t you love having your balls played with while you’re fucking?”

I do, but before I could answer Carly groaned and announced that she was about to come, and then proceeded to do so, crying out and shaking with the intensity of it. As her orgasm peaked, the oven timer buzzed, announcing that the first batch of cookies was done.

“That’s new,” I laughed, “an orgasm alarm. When did you have that installed?”

She groaned as she thrust back against his groin, laughing weakly. “Very funny! Go take that batch out, sweetie, and put the other pan in, and set the timer for nine minutes so I can come again.”

“You know you’re going to come again in nine minutes?”

“That’s not what I meant… ohhh, fuck, Mitch, your cock feels huge! I meant now – and be careful not to burn your hard little soldier on the hot oven; I’m gonna want you next.” She groaned as she pushed herself back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeply, their bodies slapping together. “God, hon’, I could get used to this… all women should have at least two horny guys to keep them satisfied.”

“At least two, huh? Now you’re just getting greedy.” I shook my head as I moved to follow instructions, grabbing a mitt and taking out the hot cookie sheet, replacing it with the other one she’d prepared and setting the timer, very aware of my wife’s moans and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.

When I returned to them, I stopped alongside where I could watch his thick shaft plunging into my wife and see her swollen pussy lips stretched around his cock. They were both dripping with the slick fluids of their lovemaking, and when I reached beneath her tummy to stroke her clit my fingers were immediately coated with it, and I could feel his wet, heavy balls smack against them with each thrust.

For his part, he removed one hand from where he’d been holding her hips, pulling her back against him, and grabbed my hard cock, stroking me softly.

She came again almost immediately to our combined efforts, and then again, well before the timer was due to buzz. That seemed to remind her of her plan to have me lick her while he was inside of her, and she gently reached back and pushed him away until the full length of his cock slid out of her, springing upright, glistening and dripping with her juices. He groaned at the sensation of losing her tight heat around him, no doubt curious what she had in mind, but didn’t stop fondling me.

She grinned when she turned and saw my cock in his hand. “Would you boys like a moment, or can this still be a three-player game?”

We both quickly agreed that three was better than two, and she seized him by the cock and led him to the big upholstered chair near the fire. He kept my cock in hand, leading me along as she led him, and when we reached our destination in that unlikely train she turned him and had him sit, his thick cock straining as if trying to reach his navel – which it nearly did.

Once she’d gotten him seated, she bent and took him into her mouth for a moment, tasting herself on his cock. Letting him slip from her lips, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him and squatting down, facing me, her wet, open pussy just inches above the swollen purple head of his cock.

She looked up at me. “Put him in me, Justin. I want you to help us, then I need you to lick me while Mitch fucks me.”

She was asking me to do something that probably signified total submissiveness, something which, to a truly submissive cuckold would have probably been both deeply humiliating and, at the same time, somehow both exciting and satisfying. I couldn’t pretend to understand that, but, knowing that this was just one step in the three of us enjoying each other and not a real dominant/cuckold submissive situation – and that Carly fully intended to share and satisfy both of us – I eagerly moved to comply.

As I had been when I’d stroked his cock earlier, I was impressed again by how thick and heavy he felt in my hand, at the sheer mass and hardness of his cock, thick veins bulging, and understood completely why Carly found the sight and feel of it so arousing. I held him upright, my other hand beneath his balls, as I watched Carly lower herself to him, her pussy open, her sweet pink lips puffy, wet, and ready.

As she met his tip, I used his cock to spread her lips, sliding the head of it back and forth between her labia, teasing her hard, rosy clit at the front and her tight little star at the rear. As she impatiently aligned herself to take him, I stared as her body opened, his thick organ forcing her wide and slipping slowly into her as she lowered herself, her pink, swollen lips stretched around his girth.

She groaned with pleasure as she impaled herself on his slippery, rigid shaft, riding it slowly down until her spread lips were pressed to his ballsack and again that huge length had magically disappeared inside of her.

Amazed again that she could take all of him, I was already leaning in to fulfill her wishes when she said, “Lick us, baby. Lick my clit.”

I did, my cock throbbing with arousal as I licked her hard clit, her swollen, puffy lips, and his balls, my tongue seeking out the tiny bit of the base of his hard shaft that was available and licking that too. Carly came, the sensation of his massive cock inside of her and my tongue on her most sensitive parts delivering a hard, sudden orgasm.

She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm, and he held her hips, keeping her fully impaled as he thrust up into her, meeting her need, and she tangled her hand in my hair and pulled me in, crushing my nose and lips to the spot where their bodies were joined. I could feel my cock pulsing, leaking cum at a furious rate, the warm, viscous liquid sliding down my shaft and dripping from my aching balls.

After that first intense orgasm had waned, she began to ride him seriously, going for another, and I found myself licking both of them, just taking whatever was closest to my lips at any given moment. Carly came again, loudly, just moments before the oven timer went off announcing that the next pan of cookies was done.

I knew it would fall to me to take the pan out of the oven, deeply interlocked as they were, and I rose to my feet, their taste in my mouth and their juices on my lips, my cock still dripping, and padded out to the kitchen. First things first, I switched off the timer then took a paper towel to my face and my leaking cock, still rigidly upright in front of me and bobbing about as I walked; dripping anything on the fresh cookies would be uncouth!

I then removed the hot cookie sheet from the oven, setting it aside to cool for a moment before I noticed that there was at least one more batch in the bowl, waiting to be dropped on the other cookie sheet and baked. I went ahead and did it, extremely aware of the sounds of their lovemaking and the urgent, joyous sounds of my wife’s next orgasm as I did domestic chores.

It chafed a bit, knowing she was coming so hard on his big cock while I was occupied with menial chores, but you’d never know it by looking at me, my cock straining upright with arousal, hurrying, eager to get back in the game. Plus, I love Tollhouse cookies, so there was that – and, too, Mitch had rescued both of us, so if my wife wanted to say thanks by fucking the hell out of him, who was I to question it? Maybe if she hadn’t been enjoying it quite so damn much…!

I got the last pan in the oven, the just-baked ones on the cooling rack, and my ass and my hardon back into the great room just in time for Carly to come yet again, his thick phallus deep inside of her. Mitch grabbed me by the balls as I passed him and pulled me closer, taking me into his mouth and sucking my cock in down to the root, taking me totally by surprise – although not as much as the first time!

I could feel his tongue working on the underside of my shaft and the spot where it met my heavy sack, and, coupled with his fingers fondling my balls and tickling my taint, I knew he could have me squirting any second if he chose to. He didn’t, settling instead for gently sucking me and squeezing my balls, careful not to push me too far, although I knew I was leaking a steady stream of semen into his mouth. We went on that way for perhaps a couple of minutes, Carly watching over her shoulder and smiling at me until she came yet again, vigorously, which was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Mitch.

He let me slip from his lips, my cock springing upright to slap against my belly as he groaned, “Fuck, gonna cum… fuck yes, coming! Justin, lick my balls, quick!”

I hurriedly dropped to my knees in my former spot, between their legs, leaning in to do as requested, eager to watch him – and feel him – pump her full of cum. I slid my hand beneath his balls just in time to feel the first hard contraction of his climax, his taint flexing powerfully against my fingertips; I applied lips and tongue to both him and Carly, licking her clit and his cock and balls as he pumped, again and again, his groans mixing with her joyous cries as they both came.

Their simultaneous orgasms seemed to go on and on, although I know the duration was measured in seconds; the erotically powerful sensation of his cock spasming, filling her with his cream, and her cries of ecstasy as she felt him doing so were intensely arousing to me too, while at the same time lighting a hot, green flare of jealousy. It was an oddly dissonant and disturbing feeling, but before I could sort it out the oven timer again summoned me, the final batch of cookies done.

Still, despite the jealousy and angst I felt, if we had made donuts instead of cookies, I could have easily carried several of them without using my hands. After they’d cooled, of course.