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 Marcia Tells About Her "Special (MFM) Experiences"

   By Marcia

   OK Joan...  you have convinced me to write about my love of periodic MFM
sex.  You and I have corresponded numerous times as I have commented on
various stories in your on-line library.  I had not expected to write up my
experiences, but after your numerous requests, and after talking it over
with my husband...  here goes.

   Lars (my husband) and I have been taking get-away trips to Las Vegas a
couple times a year for many years now.  We are not heavy gamblers, we just
enjoy getting away while taking in a variety of Las Vegas shows.

   I am 45 now, and Lars is 48.  We have two girls and a boy, all of whom
are grown now and out on their own.  When our "special experiences" first
started, I was 34, and our kids were still home.  When we traveled, we
always had a sitter stay with the kids during our get-aways.

   Andrew, Lars' brother, is two years older than Lars.  He is married, but
his wife had a serious mental breakdown, and had been institutionalized in
the early 90s.  She was never healthy enough to return home again.  He also
has two boys who are now grown and on their own.  During 1994, the year of
our first "special experiences," Andrew was drained from dealing with his
wife's problems, and Lars suggested that he join us in our planned trip to
Vegas.

   Joan, I have to stop here and tell you and your readers what I love most
about being in bed with two gentle, respectful men.  Both Lars and Andrew
have thick mats of hair on their chests, backs and arms, and both are
athletically built (for guys now 48 and 50).  I love to lay nude between
them, with their hairy chests crushing against my back and breasts, and
their hands roaming over my body.  It gives me such a feeling of being the
center of attention...  of being the one female (at that moment) who has
their entire, sensual attention.  It makes me cherish my femininity.

   I love their masculine feel and scent.  I love knowing that I am about
to give both of them TOTAL pleasure, and that by doing so I, too, will be
lavished with TOTAL pleasure...  pleasure more fulfilling than I had ever
known before.  As they hold me at those times, I enjoy reaching down and
grasping both of their cocks (one in each hand) to stroke, and to feel as
they expand and harden.  I think I actually savor those pre-active-sex
times as much as I do the "special experiences" I know will follow.

   There is something extraordinary about knowing I am "their woman," the
one (out of all the glamorous women in the world) who they want to ravage
and pleasure.  I don't know if I could have felt this way in my younger
years, but I do now.  I have always tended to be multi-orgasmic, but during
the years with just Lars to pleasure me, I was lucky to experience two or
three orgasms before Lars would tire, roll over, and go to sleep.  Since I
wasn't into self-pleasuring, I would settle for the one, two or (maybe)
three peaks of pleasure I had already had.

   Since that first weekend of "special experiences," Lars and I have met
up with Andrew for repeat sessions two or three times a year.  It has
become like that old Alan Alda movie "The Same Time Next Year," but we
don't wait a year in between sessions.  Like I said, this has been going on
now for more than ten years.  Lars and I don't get together with any other
people for threesomes or any other form of sex.

   I also have to tell you that prior to that 1994 trip to Las Vegas, Lars
and I led a pretty conventional sex life.  Sure, we occasionally read
erotic material to each other, and even verbally shared a few fantasy
ideas. But, since our marriage, neither of us had EVER experienced sex with
anyone else.  We didn't even venture into adult stores or theaters.

   Well, back to how it all started.

   During the Spring of 1994, Lars began planning another trip to Vegas. 
He had reserved a room at the Imperial Hotel (which we like because it has
hot tubs right in some of its rooms).  Then he told me he had been talking
with Andrew (who lives in another city) and had told him of our plans. 
Andrew had apparently moaned about all the stress he had been under, and
had said that a get-away like we were planning is what he needed.  Lars
told him we planned a 3-night, 4-day stay, and asked Andrew if he would
like to join us.  Andrew had to see if he could adjust his schedule, and
said he would call us back.

   Lars told me that Andrew might join us on the trip.  I saw no problem
with it, and told Lars to encourage Andrew to make it work.  After all, I
have known Andrew ever since I met my husband, and we have always had a
good "sisterly" and "brotherly" relationship.  Little did I know what lay
ahead.  Actually, I don't think Lars planned ahead for any of what happened
either.

   A few days later it was all set up.  Andrew had managed to book a
smaller room at the Imperial Hotel, and said he looked forward to joining
us.  After Andrew arrived and had checked into his own room, he called us.
We met in the casino for some limited gambling.  As the afternoon wore on,
we booked a show for the evening, got cleaned up, and then had a
delightful, relaxed pre-show dinner.

   We had been drinking throughout the day, at dinner, and at the show.  By
the end of the show none of us were feeling any pain.  We had seen one of
those follies-type shows where most of the dancers wore beautiful topless
costumes.  It was obvious throughout the show that the guys were enjoying
all those bare breasts.  We had talked a lot and laughed a lot.  Just what
Andrew needed.

   During the day Lars had purchased a large bottle of vodka, and had taken
it back at our room.  After the show, Lars invited Andrew to see our room
and have a night cap with us.  We laughed our way to our spacious room, and
it was clear that Andrew's stress had melted away.

   When we got to the room Andrew was impressed with the large hot tub, and
wanted to know if we had used it.  Lars said, "Not yet, but lets get the
water started.  It takes a while to fill up." Lars had even brought a few
packets of bubble bath powder, and he emptied one under the running water,
causing suds to begin billowing up.

   Then Lars began fixing drinks for each of us as Andrew and I stepped out
onto the deck.  It was a warm night, and, frankly, I was a bit tipsy. 
Andrew gave me a brief sisterly hug, and thanked me for inviting him.  Lars
joined us, and we drank as we enjoyed the view from our deck.

   Then my husband said, "Hey babe...  show Andrew that new sexy gown that
I bought for you." I guess he meant for me to simply go get it and bring it
out, but in my semi-stupor I thought he meant that I should model it for
Andrew.  I hesitated a bit, and then said "OK." I thought there would be no
harm.  After all, we were all family.

   I went inside, stripped out of my dress, nylons and shoes, and put on
the new lacy gown over my bra and panties.  I should mention at this point
that Lars had long ago convinced me to stop wearing regular panties.  By
that time all I had were lacy bikini-style briefs that were quite brief.

   I stepped back out onto the deck to "model" the new gown.  Lars said,
"Wow, you really are 'showing it to him'." We all laughed.  I twirled
around, the midriff tie came loose, and the gown came open, revealing my
lacy bra and scanty panties.  This time it was Andrew who said "Wow!" In my
alcohol-induced, light-hearted state, I just said "Well, you guys have
spent the night enjoying the bodies of all those other gals, I might just
as well let you know that my bod ain't too bad either." We all laughed
again, and Lars hugged me.

   About that time Lars said he better check to see how much water was in
the hot tub.  Andrew and I just continued to sip our drinks until Lars
returned and said, "Brother Andrew, your bath is ready." Andrew said,
"What," and Lars followed with, "I am going to enjoy the rest of my drink
while soaking in that bubbly hot tub.  Come and join me."

   When Andrew and I made our way back into the room, Lars was already
stripping.  Then moments later, to my surprise, they were both totally
stripped and heading for the tub with drinks in hand.  I just said, "Hey...
that looks like a boys-only party.  I'll just watch."

   As they settled into the hot water I heard them "Ooow" and "Ahhh."
That's when my husband called out and said, "Ah babe, come join us.  The
water feels good." I guess he did not see it as a sexual thing, but even in
my semi-inebriated state I felt that I should not be soaking nude in a hot
tub with my brother-in-law.

   Finally Lars got the picture.  He put his hand out and said, "Honey,
just dim the lights down low and come join us." I hesitated a bit longer
and then said to myself 'what the heck.' I dropped my gown on the bed and
moved toward the tub.  Pointing to my panties and bra, Lars said, "You're
not going to leave those things on...  are you?" I replied that I wasn't
about to join them in the nude.  That's when, to my surprise, Andrew chimed
in.  "You know Marcia, we have seen dozens of bare breasts tonight, we
promise to not jump your bones if you bare yours."

   Well, I dimmed the lights quite low, and with panties still on, I
started to slide into the tub.  Just before the water came up to my chest,
I unsnapped my bra and threw it back onto the bed, and I slid down so my
breasts were under the suds.  I still felt rather embarrassed, but about
that time Lars gave me a big hug and a light kiss.

   We sat the the bubbling water (with most of my breasts hidden by the
suds) and talked as we drank.  Eventually Andrew got out to refill our
glasses.  Even in the dim light, I couldn't help but notice the outline of
his cock and balls hanging between his legs as he stepped out of the tub
near me.

   Eventually I got out, headed for the bathroom, and dried off.  The guys
were still in the tub, talking and laughing when I returned.  Having
removed my wet panties, and still without a stitch of other clothes, I
wrapped a towel around me and headed for the bed (which was just a few feet
away from the tub).  Without really thinking about it, I had crawled under
the covers right in the middle of the bed.

   Soon the guys had had enough.  They hit the button to stop the tub's
bubbling action, stepped out, and started to dry off.  Andrew sort of
matter-of-factly said, "After all those drinks and this hot tub, I feel so
relaxed, I hope I can find my way back to my room.  That's when my dear
husband surprised me.  Lars said, "Stay here tonight Andrew.  There's
plenty of room for all three of us in this king-sized bed."

   Andrew dropped his towel and said, "Are you kidding?  Would that really
be OK?"

   I heard my husband say, "Sure.  We're all family.  Just crawl in on the
other side.  I'll cut the light and crawl in on this side.  We can both
cuddle with Marcia and keep her warm." I was mortified!  I was totally nude
under the covers, and they were both totally nude too.

   Andrew pulled the covers back a bit and began to lay down.  Almost
simultaneously, Lars pulled back the covers on the other side and began to
slip into bed.  I immediately tried to move closer to Lars, but he was
already moving tight against me, keeping me from moving much.  There was
total silence for a few moments as we all lay on our backs, contemplating
the blackened ceiling.

   That's when I felt my husband's hand reach over and begin to caress my
tummy and legs.  We had NEVER talked about anything like this.  I wondered
what Lars was expecting.  Lars turned onto his side, facing me and said,
"Honey, turn your back to me so I can massage your back and play with you."
I quickly bent over and whispered into his nearest ear, "Are you serious?
You're not really going to......" That's when my hand fell across my
husband's crotch and discovered that his cock was stiff as a board.

   Lars whispered back to me, "Not to worry babe, we're all family.  What
we do here is just between the three of us.  Andrew needs a little loving.
Play with his dick." I was stunned, but I did turn on my side, facing
Andrew, only to find that he was wide awake, head turned toward me, smiling
into my eyes.  I felt Lars' cock gently pressing between my legs as he
rubbed my upper back.  Responding to the feel of Lars' cock on the back
side of my legs, my body just sort of instinctively responded by lifting my
upper leg a bit to grant him access to my pussy.  His cock slid in.  It
felt wonderful, but then reality returned as I realized that I was staring
right into the smiling eyes of my brother-in-law.  Surely he knew what Lars
was doing.

   The surprises were not finished.  Lars looked over my shoulder and
shocked me by saying, "Andrew, take one of Marcia's nipples in your mouth.
Her breasts taste great." I just sort of froze.  Andrew hesitated while
watching my face for some kind of approval of Lars' offer.  I guess the
feel of Lars' cock within me caused me to blink.  Andrew took that as my
approval of Lars' offer.  He slid down the bed a bit, leaned forward, used
his hand to cup my breast, and quickly had its nipple in his mouth.

   I lay there nearly motionless (except for the motions Lars was causing
with his cock moving slowly in and out of me), suddenly totally sober.  I
could not believe the scene I was in the middle of.  Lars was clearly
comfortable and approving of the situation, and Andrew had quickly moved to
participate.  What should I do?

   I didn't have to do anything.  As my thoughts broke, I felt Andrew's
second hand caressing my tummy and moving toward my clit.  When he reached
it, I jumped.  Momentarily taking his mouth away from my breast he asked,
"Did I hurt you?"

   I was finally forced to say something.  I took a deep breath and said,
"No, my body was just reacting to all the unexpected sensations." Lars
kissed my shoulder and Andrew kissed the sides of my breast.  Then Andrew
looked up at me and asked, "Are you OK...  I mean with me being here in bed
with you guys?"

   A sort of giggle escaped my lips as I said, "Well I really hadn't
expected anything like this to happen...  but...  I guess I am."

   Hearing that, Andrew began kissing his way down my body to where his
hand was still playing with my clit.  As he settled in, I felt his tongue
flick across my sensitive clit.  I jumped again, and my giggle returned. 
This time he just kept tonguing and licking my public area.  Lars held
himself buried inside my pussy, and he turned my upper body to partially
face him.

   "I didn't think about this until we were all in the tub together," he
whispered to me.  "But, it just seemed so natural...  the three of us
sharing the day, sharing the evening, and now sharing our bed.  I want you
to know I love you very much."

   About that time a huge orgasm began to make my body shake in pleasure.
The whole scene and its potential had worked its way through my head at the
same time that the sensations at my crotch did their job.  I found myself
moaning loudly, reveling in the combination of wonderful feelings, and my
head momentarily went blank.  Without realizing it, I was bouncing my
crotch against Andrew's face to feel...  and enjoy...  every inch of his
tongue.

   When my orgasm subsided, Andrew moved back up on the bed until he was
facing me.  When I opened my eyes, he was grinning.  He kissed me gently on
my forehead.  Lars fell back onto his back.  Someone started laughing. 
Soon we were all three laughing.  I rolled back onto my back too, and I
felt Lars take my hand and wrap it around his still-hard and slippery cock.
He whispered, "Reach down and caress Andrew's dick too."

   By that point I was feeling more at ease with the situation, so,
hesitantly, I snaked my other hand down my body and over to Andrew's
crotch. His cock was waiting...  stiff as a rod.  Slowly, I wrapped my hand
around it.  Then I said to no one in particular, "This is crazy.  I have
never held two cocks before.  I have to admit that they do both feel good
though." They both laughed.  Then they both cuddled closer against me.

   Soon I was stroking both cocks, and their hands were lightly playing all
over my body.  We didn't talk any more.  We just all continued to play...
in silence.

   Then Lars whispered, "Is he hard?" I responded with a nod.  Then Lars
said, "You know, it has been a long time since Andrew's cock has been
inside a pussy.  Maybe you should invite him in." He went on, "Roll toward
me so I can have my turn sucking those 'follies girls' breasts of yours,
and let Andrew cuddle against your back."

   I knew that when I turned, the proximity of my pussy would be an open
invitation for Andrew's cock.  I couldn't actually bring myself to verbally
"invite" him to screw me, but I complied with my husband's suggestion, and
turned to face Lars while letting go of Andrew's stiff cock.  As Andrew
snuggled against my back, I had the automatic urge to lift my upper leg to
make way for his cock.  He took the hint, and I felt the tip of his cock
snuggle into the outer folds of my pussy.

   As Lars used his tongue to stimulate my nipples, his hand snaked down
and pressed against my tummy.  That effectively pressed me against Andrew's
groin, allowing his cock to move fully inside me.  It was happening.  I was
actually being held by and loved by my husband as my brother-in-law began
to move in and out of my pussy.  The whole idea was blowing my mind!  But,
my body was loving it.

   I began to shake again as a string of mini-orgasms passed through my
body.  That set Andrew off, and he began to pump harder in and out of me. I
heard Lars say, "It's OK Andrew.  Go for broke.  Marcia is on the pill. 
Spill your guts." Knowing what was about to happen, my mind turned off all
inhibitions, and my body began to quiver and shake, causing Andrew's lust
to overtake him.  He lifted my leg a bit more and started a series of deep
pounding plunges into me.  I felt him expand.

   They told me later that I was yelling, "Yes, Yes, Yes" as Andrew worked
his way to his own climax, and my body squirmed in the indescribably
pleasure of what I later thought of as a forbidden climax.

   As I calmed down, Lars was right at my face, showering me with little
butterfly kisses.  Andrew pulled out and laid on his back to catch his
breath.  I returned to a position on my back.  To my surprise, Lars
immediately crawled over me and inserted his still-erect cock into my pussy
while supporting himself on his arms, over my body.  My pussy had barely
started to calm down from its Andrew-induced orgasm.  Lars was gentle, and
stayed away from my clit for a few strokes, but soon he too was pumping me
for all he was worth.  He was clearly VERY turned-on from having seen me
pleasured by his brother.

   Soon my body began to respond again to the penile stimulation, and I
started to respond to each of Lars' thrusts.  He started telling me he
loved the way my sticky pussy felt...  loved knowing it was full of
Andrew's spunk...  was going to add his own too.  Then he said he was about
to shoot.  His talk, the scene, the realization that Andrew was laying next
to me, the feel of Lars within me...  all combined to reinvigorate my own
libido.  I was ready to come again too.  When I felt him begin to jerk, and
his cock expanded within me, my body gave way to yet another wonderful
orgasm.  Lars filled me, and collapsed.

   When normal breathing had returned to all of us, someone started
giggling, and then we all started laughing.  They both hugged me, and then
we all fell asleep.

   Some hours later I awoke to find my husband kissing my neck and
whispering over and over, "I love you babe...  I love you."

   I was the first to wake the next morning.  I snuck out of bed, took a
shower, and fixed my hair and make up.  Then I climbed back in bed and
reflected on the previous night as I contemplated the ceiling.  I smiled to
myself as I thought about the several pleasure-filled orgasms I had
experienced the night before.  Andrew was the next to wake up.  He cleared
his eyes, leaned up on his elbow, looked at me, smiled, and simply said,
"Thanks." We talked quietly for a while about what we had all done the
night before.  He confessed that he had not had sex in over two years, and
"really needed it."

   When Lars woke up he cuddled with me briefly, realized that I had
cleaned up already, and soon moved down to nibble on my clit and pussy as
Andrew watched.  Andrew just said, "Lars, you are a lust-crazed guy.  But,
with a sexy wife like Marcia, I sure do understand."

   I savored Lars' oral attentions, and soon had another mellow orgasm. 
Then we all got up, dressed, and went to breakfast.

   Throughout the day both guys hugged and kissed on me as we gambled
again. At lunch Lars suggested that Andrew get his luggage and move it to
our room.  It was clear that Lars wanted a repeat of the previous night's
action.  Frankly, I did not complain at the idea, and Andrew and Lars went
up to move Andrew's luggage.

   We all used the Hotel pool that afternoon, enjoying a leisurely swim
between sunning sessions.  Knowing that the three of us were sure to have
the same sort of abandoned sexual play that night, I began to think that I
should play a more active role in this new relationship.

   When we returned to our room from the pool, I got down on my knees and
pulled Lars' swim trunks to his ankles.  I took his soft cock in my mouth
and began to give him a no-holds-barred blow job.  Andrew came up behind
me, knelt, and unhooked my swim top.  He reached around and began playing
with my breasts as Lars looked down on us with a smile on his face.  When I
knew Lars was about to come, I used his trunks to catch his juices.

   I stood up, bare breasted, and asked my husband if he liked his
afternoon treat.  He grinned and said, "Sure, but don't forget Andrew." By
that point Andrew was standing too.  I tugged his swim trunks down as Lars
pulled mine down.  We all ended up on the bed, with me between Andrew's
legs.  I played with his balls and sucked his cock until I felt him tighten
up.  I let his load shoot up onto his belly.  Lars laughed.  Then both
Andrew and I started laughing too.

   Andrew cleaned up and joined Lars and me who were already laying on the
bed.  We all fell asleep, since we had missed some sleep the night before.
When I awoke, Andrew was between my legs, sucking my pussy lips into his
mouth.  When I climaxed, he just kept sucking my pussy, letting my juices
flow into his mouth.  We played for a few hours, much like we had done the
night before.  Then we all dressed for dinner.

   This time we decided to go to a really exotic Las Vegas show.  The guys
checked at the front desk to find out where to go.  We grabbed a cab (all
three of us in the back seat, with me in the middle) and headed to the
off-strip club.  This time the girls were not as beautiful as at the
follies, but they put on a really erotic show with more explicit sexual
activity.

   When we got home, we put on our own show, just for our own benefit, and
we all seemed to enjoy every bit of it.  Eventually sleep overtook us.

   The third night started in the hot tub again.  However, this time I was
totally nude with the guys, and without inhibitions.  I gave each of the
guys a blow job as they took turns sitting on the edge of the tub with me
in the tub.  Then Lars had me stand in the tub while he took me from
behind. Andrew could not be left out, so once again while kneeling in the
tub, he scooted over and let his tongue and lips play on my clit.  It felt
soooo good!  Before the night was over, they both pumped a couple of loads
into my pussy, and my body responded as it had the first night...  with
repeated, highly fulfilling orgasms for all of us.

   Lars and I headed home the next morning, and Andrew flew back to his
home.  When we got home, Lars and I talked about what wre had done in Las
Vegas.  We decided that we would never do that with anyone else, but that
we "MAY" do it again with Andrew.  When Andrew called a few days later to
thank us, we both got on the phone, and Lars immediately started talking
about "how soon can we get together again." He and I laughed about it
later, but I had to acknowledge that I was looking forward to a repeat
session too.

   In the ten years since, Lars and I have joined Andrew on "special
experience" vacations 3 or 4 times every year.  I always feel like I am
their queen during those times.  I always have two escorts when we go out
to dine, two dance partners, and two lusty guys who want to ravage and
please me.  I love it!

   I don't particularly care for anal sex, so that has never been part of
our shared play.  They guys never do any guy-guy stuff either.  But other
than those two limitations, the three of us have done most everything else
that gives pleasure to the others.  On a few occasions they have even
"sandwiched" me between them in a way that they were both able to get their
cocks inside my pussy at the same time.  That's always a kick.

   Whether it is a "sandwich" or some variation thereof, what I always
enjoy most is laying nude in bed between their hot hairy bodies as they
kiss and cuddle me.  And, I love to play with both of their cocks at the
same time.

   Alright Joan...  I have done it.  I have written my story for your
readers.  I hope other women enjoy my story, and have the opportunity to
experience the sensuous, loving attentions of two guys in bed at the same
time.  Clearly, two guys working together enable a woman to more fully
enjoy her sexual capacity than can one.  Believe me, when Andrew joins Lars
and me, I take full advantage of that doubled attention.
   Marcia