a threesome tale

There is good sex, rubbish sex, and sex that is just so fucking intense it blows your mind for days and weeks afterwards. And that was what my first MMF threesome was like; I came home the next day, unable to walk properly but with the biggest smile on my face ever.
The run up to that night had been... frustrating. We'd been trying to find a suitable third person for a couple of months, and all we'd come across so far were uglies, idiots, and disappointments. But then there was this guy, not the sharpest pencil in the box, but he had a good body, and he was up for it big time. So up for it in fact that one wet Friday night, he drove the 400 miles to meet us at a hotel bar. We hadn't even spoken to him on the phone before that.
I was a bag of nerves that day. I'd tanked myself up on coffee and Red Bull, and talked nonsense to anyone who would listen. I painted my toe nails. I dyed my hair. I had a long soak in the bath, and shaved. And then I cut myself, in a most embarrassing place, and panicked that it would ruin my night of slutfuckery. And then I wondered how the night would go. Would I really go through with this? Was I really going to meet a stranger for sex? How was it going to feel with two cocks in me? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if I don't look sexy enough? Should I wear stockings and suspenders? Isn't that what swinging women do?
I couldn't sit still at all. I kept checking my hair, my make-up, my reflection in the mirror. I had a beer. And then another one. And then we went to the bar, and had a couple more. And we waited. Nervously.
And just as we started to wonder if we'd been stood up, there he was. My nerves evaporated immediately, probably because he was more than a little nervous himself, so I set about being funny, smart, seductive. I stroked his arm, I kissed him when the boyfriend went to get more drinks, and I asked him if he was sure. He asked me if I was.
And then the three of us were walking back to our rooms, together. I had a guy on either side of me, and it felt a bit... weird. But not as weird as when we were all sat on the bed, drinking. Suddenly I thought "I want a threesome", leant forward, and kissed him. Within moments, I was naked. And so were the men. And while I had my tongue down his throat, the boyfriend was behind me, eating my pussy out. Then I had this guy's cock in my mouth, and the boyfriend's cock in my cunt. I had two sets of hands on me, and my whole body was tingling with lust. I don't think I'd ever been so sexually charged. There was heat rising off my body, from in between my legs, from my mind, and all I could think was "cock". I sucked, and fucked, and was called a "slut", and fuck me harder, please.
There were so many positions, and so much cock that it became a bit blurry after the first orgasm. I was lost in the moment, enjoying every single thrust of it, and coming like the proverbial train. We stopped for a cigarette, and then we started again. And it was even better that time. I gagged, and choked, and moaned, and squirted in the boyfriend's mouth without even noticing that I had done it. I was pulled this way and that, I had fingers in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass, on my tits, in my hair... it was sizzling, and I sizzled, as I was fucked out of my brain over and over again.

Just writing about it makes me wet. Just remembering how much cock I took that night makes me want to take more. And just recalling what I slut I was makes me smile a very dirty smile.