It would be Iris’ birthday in two weeks. Always a blessed occasion and cause for celebration, Ivan wanted to do something a little more for her this year. She was the love of his life and he now had, from years of labor, hard work and some good decisions, the resources to give his wife he thought she might deem a wonderful birthday evening. He told her to reserve the weekend, and that he had special plans.
The weekend in question approached and she was brimming with anticipation in what he had in store for her. A small party with dinner and friends perhaps? Awesome. Jewelry was nice, but also cliché. He could do better. A fine restaurant in the city and a romantic weekend away from their cares? Even better.
The week of her birthday came, and her mother called about plans for the little guy to stay with them. He even made plans for the two of them to be alone. No kids! Iris was very much looking forward to some romance and hopefully sexy time alone with the man she loved.
Family time was great, but a weekend away? Oh, mon Dieu… the things they could do. She was hopeful, knowing how creative Ivan could be if he put a little thought and energy into it.
The weekend arrived and they took off to Chicago. He was not revealing of any plans on the way up, but rather silly-talking mystically about infinite love and more soberly and mundanely what he would do with her after dinner. Lots of sexy talk that got her riled up on the way.
He took her to a restaurant called Smyth. It had three Michelin stars, and they dined on the finest contemporary and artisan cuisine, though he remained odd and cryptic, like something more was in the works. They both tried to focus on the moment and enjoy the time together, but he seemed unable, even anxious.
The dessert menu arrived, and he oddly cut her off. There would be no dessert. He allowed no sweets, coffee, tea, or other amenities. He tried his best to cordially ask for the bill, but when they presented more dessert and evening beverage options and began to press, he pressed back. He was polite but very firm. None tonight. Why not? The selection seemed wonderful.
They got back in the car to go back to the hotel, she assumed, when he took a different path.
“You should have turned left there,” she said to him, but he turned his head slowly and said knowingly, “No, this is the way.” She argued with him about the way back for about five minutes before he broke.
He said “It’s your birthday, and I know you like dessert. I have different plans; in case you haven’t already surmised. Just go with it, you’ll love it.”
This explained the odd behavior! A special dessert restaurant other than Smyth? She loved those! They used to go them every opportunity they could when they lived in Philadelphia. How lovely and romantic.
He drove to the meat packing district. Once a working-class hub, it was now the wellspring of Avant Garde restaurants. He knew exactly where to park, and they walked from the car down a now-busy street that housed some up-and-coming restaurants.
After a four-minute walk, they homed in on a somewhat secluded but well-tended place. The sign that hung in front of the establishment read “Dessert. Only.” On the door was a bold sign that read “Reservations Only.” Tiramisu and lava cake were thankfully off the table, given Ivan’s level of planning, and better things were in store, like delicacies that would hopefully put a Lyonnaise patisserie to shame. Yeah…this was going to be good.
They walked in and a gentleman in a suit was patiently waiting at a desk that looked more like a podium, and Ivan said to him, “Reservations for 10 pm, the name is Khan.”
Khan? What the fuck was he doing? Certainly not their name, but he proceeded confidently.
The gentleman said, “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Khan. We have your table ready. Desert is coming.”
Ivan just smiled at her and indicated she play along, so, with a smile, she did. The host took them down a dimly lit yet elegant hallway and motioned to the left. It was a moderately sized room that held a single table and was solely candlelit. One of the walls was a Japanese-style rice paper wall with wooden panes. Two chairs flanked the well-adorned table, which was large for a party of two just having dessert, but they sat down.
They were seated for less than two minutes when complimentary drinks arrived. A sparkling white Bordeaux. Not too sweet, not too dry. Perfect. But no dessert menu yet, Iris felt a mix of excitement and oddness, as it was a strange experience. Ivan, on the other hand, seemed on the brink of electric detonation. This was obviously the best dessert place in Chicago and the real treat of the evening.
After about five minutes of sipping on the bubbly goodness, the head waiter, a gentleman in a three-piece suit strode in, and spoke to Ivan, “Are you ready for the menu, Mr. Khan?”
Ivan smiled and politely responded, “Yes, please.”
Within moments, another well-clad server entered the room and handed a leather-bound menu to only Iris, smiled warmly at her, and rapidly departed.
The head waiter then spoke, “We kindly ask that you open the menu and open yourself for the decision at hand.”
With that, three beautiful women servers and three similarly beautiful men servers entered the room and stood against the wall at attention, all dressed in finery.
This was weird! What kind of dessert restaurant was this? Still, she took the bait and focused on the menu handed to her.
The first page read nothing but “Dessert” in flowing script on lavish, artisan paper. The second page, in the same flowing script, made Iris wet on the spot and sent her totally aflutter. Reading further, she was shocked beyond realistic description, her eyes growing wide and her face flushing deep crimson.
It read:
Menu:
· Option 1: All three of the men share your love. The women leave.
· Option 2: Two of the men at hand and one of the women take you entirely.
· Option 3: One of the men has you while you while sharing you with two of the women.
· Option 4: You have your way with all the women. The men leave.
Your husband is invited to watch you enjoy your dessert. He may remain in the room, observe and physically partake of himself and himself alone, but nothing more. His flesh may not touch you or the staff. If you choose options two or three, the ones to leave will be decided randomly. We hope you enjoy your selection.
Iris was in total shock. What the fuck had Ivan planned?
He broke with, “I found this place. It’s for people like us that are looking to branch out. Ask me questions about it later, but this is here if you want it. You can totally take this birthday present, or not. If not, that’s fine. We can go home and carry on as usual. I’ll understand if you can’t or don’t want to do this now…I know it’s sudden and probably a shock to the system.”
Ivan continued with, “If you take it, we’ll have a lot of fun talking about it tomorrow. Tonight, this is all about you. You can let it all run free, my love, if you want to.”
As he said these words, he stroked her hand and looked deeply and lovingly into her eyes. Ivan loved her beyond measure and was not a jealous husband. He truly wanted her to experience all the bliss that life and sex could offer. To him, it mattered not if he or another gave her pleasure, so long as she was truly pleasured.
Iris also knew that her husband totally got off on seeing her fuck, so this would be insanely hot for him as well. She knew he wanted her to say yes, which made it a lot easier to go down a path that was enticing her more and more with every second in this place.
Iris’ ideal hot sex involved deeper connections, but she had on occasion gotten down with people she barely knew in lustful and brief encounters. Sometimes, sex for the sake of sex was enough, and sometimes that and all the kink it could entail was just what the doctor ordered.
They did indeed talk and fantasize about this type of kinky thing, thinking and hoping that it might happen someday, but this was real.
She dazedly wondered. How did he find this? Did he pay for it? Did it matter?
Fuck yes, she would do this. These “servers” were insanely hot, she was now insanely horny, and her husband was here, adding a comforting level of safety and security.
Holy fuck, what had he worked out? She’d press him on this later, but right now she was on the spot to decide on insane choices, each as enticing in possibilities as the other.
Iris made up her mind to go with it, but her body and tongue lagged, as she still sat stunned. With Iris not immediately bailing, Ivan, knowing her so well, gleaned the twinkle in her eye and the faint smile that leaked out from her lips.
Iris’ husband smiled at her warmly, looked at the host, and nodded. The host clapped his hands twice sharply. Two handsome busboys dressed in restaurant finery entered the room and got to work. The table, which deceitfully held a vase with flowers, plates, fine glasses, and silverware, was rapidly cleared by the busboys, who left hurriedly.
On the way out, one of them took a moment to look Iris over and wink at her. As he exited, he pursed his lips, breathed out forcibly, and said softly yet audibly, “Damn she’s fine. I wish I was serving tonight.”
The other raised his eyebrows and said, “So true.”
Ivan barely and unsuccessfully stifled a chuckle.
A third person entered, a pretty black-haired woman, and she stripped the tablecloth to reveal a table with an unexpected structure. The top folded out with clever and strong leaves so that the surface was at least three times the original size, now approximating a California king-sized bed. She played with contraptions on legs that telescoped and lowered the table, so it was only a few feet off the ground.
The two original busboys returned, with a large, rolled futon mattress, black satin sheets, and many pillows of diverse sizes and shapes. One of them slid the Japanese rice paper-styled wall aside to reveal a large closet with many shelves that contained sex toys, kinky costumes and accompaniments, and plentiful lotions and personal lubricants galore.
One of the busboys hurriedly brought a comfortable chair, draped in the same black satin, and placed it in the corner of the room. He looked at Iris’ husband and said, “For your comfort while your beautiful lady enjoys her dessert.”
The lights dimmed so that the room was alit in nothing but sensuous candle flame. Sweet jasmine incense, lit by the beautiful black-haired woman, perfumed the air. The room that a few minutes before looked like a private room in a restaurant was transformed into an enticing sex den.
The busboys and the woman that transformed the table bowed and left. The host re-entered the room, and the six servers remained at attention.
The host spoke, asking, “Your choice, madam?”
Dessert was hers, and the choices were unbelievable.
Yes. She was going to do it. Ivan wanted it, for both their pleasures, and to her inner sexy delight, so did she.
What option did she choose?
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She thought long and hard, wrestling with all the options and visions of what each scenario would be like. She eventually made up her mind and said, “I’ll take option one. All three of the men.”
Ivan’s eyes grew as wide as she had ever seen them, a stunned look on his face.
Iris, noticing his composure, asked him, “Is that okay? Did you want me to take one of the other choices?”
He replied to her slowly and in complete honesty, “No, it’s totally fine. Hot as fuck, in fact. This choice is completely yours. I just thought you might want a woman in the mix.”
She nodded, replying herself honestly, “I really considered options, but for some reason tonight I just want men’s attentions.”
She gave her husband a coy and dirty look and followed with, “I also want fucking cock. I know you love to see that, too, so we might both totally get off. If you set this up once, I hope you can do it again so we can explore other options.”
Ivan had to admit her logic was sound, and in his secret heart was thrilled at her selection and gnawing at the bit to see his wife handle three men at once. He knew she had two previously, him and another, but this was another league altogether, and this time he would not be in the mix. The voyeuristic aspect was certain to be insane.
At Just. Desserts., she could do just about whatever she wanted with them. She was in command, and they let her know it. When it was over, Ivan knew she would tell him what it felt like to have three men at once, all too likely when they themselves were having sex. He imagined that with her whispering her take on the night in his ear while he fucked her, and he was balls-in on this happening.
The smiling women left, all three blowing her kisses and wishing Iris a grand evening. The men, listening to their conversations and trying to gauge what Iris wanted from the evening, approached Ivan and Iris. One, a stunningly handsome black man with a chiseled and beautiful face with flawless skin two shades darker than Iris’ spoke kindly and well, saying, “Here, our names aren’t true. In this place, I’m known as James. My good friends here are Thomas and Jacques.”
James looked to be in mid-forties, and his salt-and-pepper hair was arranged in exquisitely kempt dreadlocks tied back with bands beset with amber, turquoise, and shellfish. His eloquence and warm smile were matched by his physical attributes. He was fucking fine.
Thomas was a beautiful Asian man with light brown skin and beautiful shining black hair. He looked to be in his late thirties to early forties and it was evident that he spent a large proportion of his time in the gym.
Jacques was a ruggedly handsome white man, probably in his late forties with salt and pepper hair. Even with his clothes on, it was clear that he was fit and trim.
Iris was enraptured looking at the three. They were so fucking hot. So fuckable. She had imagined sex clubs before, and with that came a dose of reality. She thought that with the good came the mediocre, maybe even the unattractive. This had none of that. They were all well beyond hot.
These men were near perfect. What was happening? Iris got lost.
Her trance broke when James spoke again in a practiced yet playful tone, noting her departure from reality, saying, “We’re here to joyfully fulfill your every desire, and will serve you at your command, with a few stipulations.”
This was not fantasy. It was happening. Holy fuck.
James, needing to continue, elaborated with, “Just so you know what to expect, Jacques only has preferences for women, so his focus will be on you and you alone.”
Gesturing to Jacques, he continued, “We love him, and he loves us, but not in a physical way.”
Jacques, smiling ear-to-ear, nodded in accession.
James continued, again striking a balance between practiced and ad-lib, “Thomas and I love and lust for both men and women in equal measure and have had each other many times.”
Saying this, he looked lovingly at Thomas, smiled, and continued on with, “You may command us to do whatever your heart desires with each other, and for you, and we will so fucking gladly obey. Trust me, we’ll like it. A lot.” He looked Thomas in the eye, kindly stroked his cheek, and they both shared a deep kiss.
James, full-on tongue-kissing Thomas, stopped briefly to say, hotly, “Command us, my queen, and we’ll fuck however your heart wishes.”
James and Thomas continued kissing, seemingly lost in passion for each other for a few moments, before breaking. They looked lustfully at each other before James regained his composure.
James concluded by taking a deep inward breath while looking Thomas in the eye, saying in a practiced, formal yet playful tone, “We take our leave of you now to cleanse ourselves completely. Since you have three of us to pleasure you, feel free to do the same. We have a special washroom prepared just for that, if you wish to take maximum advantage of your dessert selection.”
Iris was totally stricken, seeing what was happening and knowing that she was to be at the center. She looked at her husband, who was smiling ear to ear, and made up her mind to go for it. She looked the three men over, nodded, and said, “Let’s do it.”
With that, the men, smiling, bowed and briskly exited, went down a hallway perpendicular to theirs, and went out of sight.
One of the serving women, a lithe brunette, returned to the room and beckoned Ivan and Iris follow her, saying, “We have washrooms waiting for you.”
She led them down a short hallway in the opposite direction as the men went, and said to Ivan, “Since you will partake of only yourself, your cleansing may not be as deep. Use this room if you wish.”
She gestured to a door. Opening it, he saw a small yet immaculately clean washroom with a shower, towels, a single robe, and bath products.
The woman, Jill, next gestured to a door across the hallway and led Iris to open it. This room was much grander and more spacious. It had everything.
Iris innocently asked, “Can’t my husband and I share this room while we get ready?”
Jill looked at Iris, smiled, and said, “Not tonight.”
Looking at Ivan, Jill gestured to his door, and said “In you go. Bye now.”
She was resolute and firm, so he obeyed.
Efficiently getting rid of Ivan, Jill looked at Iris seriously, saying, “You chose three men, and while we make no assumptions as to what you want to do with them, we want to give you all your options. If you want to take more than one of them at the same time, in different places in your body, you might wish to prepare yourself.”
Jill opened a cabinet beneath the sink and withdrew an apparatus. Iris had seen something like it in sex shops, but never used one. It was designed to cleanse parts of her completely in every way.
Jill gave a brief explanation on how to use the contraption, kissed Iris sweetly on the lips, and said, “This night is for you. I’ll leave you to it.” She winked at her once more before closing the door and leaving.
Ten minutes later, Iris exited the bathroom, meandered down the hall to the room, and found Ivan sitting in the corner chair prepared for him. He was wearing the bathrobe supplied. When she walked in, he opened the bathrobe a bit and said “Ready for a fun evening? This is all about you.”
His cock was on full display now that he opened the robe. Seeing it in this sex den totally turned her on. It wasn’t yet totally hard, but full like it always was early in the morning, and it looked ready. The sight of it in this state got her wet, excited and ready herself.
She replied, “At first I was really nervous, but I took a Lorazepam and a few hits of weed from the vape pen in the bathroom and am more relaxed now. I’m still nervous, but so horny and totally high. Yeah. I want to do this, and I feel safe with you here.”
The three men filed into the room and closed the door, clad loosely in robes. They stood side by side, and in unison their robes fell to the ground. All the men had fine bodies, and their cocks were magnificent in variety. Jacques was about the same size as her husband in both length and thickness, but different in character. He was nearly fully erect, and his cock was perfect for her in proportion. It had an upward curing arc, which she slightly preferred.
Thomas’ penis was about as long as Jacques’, also erect. It was slightly thinner, but not by much. He was stroking it slowly as he looked at her. His cock also curved upward, and Iris thought it was quite attractive.
James was not yet hard, but his cock was the largest of the three. Iris would have guessed it was at nearly eight inches in length, and slightly thicker than her husband’s or Jacques’. She was mildly concerned that when he was erect it might be over her personal size preference, but she’d cross that bridge when it arrived.
Jacques spoke first, saying “Well, let’s get this party started!”
With that, he strode across the room to Iris, stroked her hair as he passed by her, and got behind her. He began by kissing the back of her neck and her ears while sensuously rubbing her body all over through the robe. His hands went everywhere and engaged her whole body.
Ivan was in the corner watching another man handle his wife. Jacques was good, and to his pleasure handled her well. Her panting breaths and low moans told him so.
Thomas and James walked to within a few feet of Iris and Jacques and began passionately kissing each other, stroking each other’s cocks and rubbing them together directly in front of her. Under Thomas’ loving grip, James quickly came to hardness. Iris was somewhat relieved to see that when he was erect his cock size did not significantly increase.
His penis, large enough to begin with, simply became stiff and did not significantly increase in length or girth, and when erect had a downward curving arc. It was different from what she was used to, and this difference made it so fucking hot. It was still larger than what she was accustomed to, but her trepidation diminished slightly. She thought she could fuck him, as she envisioned his penis entering her vagina.
Jacques continued to kiss Iris’ neck, ears, and cheeks, but now his hands went inside of her robe and opened the front fully. Iris’ ample light brown tits and dark brown nipples emerged for all to see, and Jacques’ hand went in between her legs. He was measured in his pace and didn’t immediately go for her dampening inner spaces, instead he expertly used his palm to vibrate and press on her pelvic region to slowly excite her and get her ready. It worked. Really fucking well.
Jacques next completely removed her robe, and now everyone had a view of Iris’ beautiful brown nude body. Thomas and James took a moment to gaze on her form, their lust waxing. While James’ gaze was fixed on Jacques ramping up Iris’ pussy, Thomas knelt and took James’ cock in his mouth and started to suck on it like it was the sweetest thing he ever tasted, and to him it was.
As it turns out, Thomas and James were married in the real world. They loved each other deeply yet reveled in kinky sex with other partners. These sex experiences only served to strengthen their bond.
Thomas was giving James head and stroking his own cock while Iris watched. Suddenly, Jacques whispered in her ear, “How would you like me to do that to you?”
Iris nodded, and Jacques came in front of her, playfully pushing her on the bed. They both giggled, and Jacques said “You’re so fucking hot. Let us all give you what you should have every fucking night.” Ivan could not disagree and was powerless to intervene. He had to trust the other men to take care of his wife in the ways she wanted.
Jacques put both of his hands on Iris’ inner thighs and spread her legs wide. Thomas, James and Jacques all paused to gaze upon exposed pussy. Iris’ clit was as engorged at it ever was, with her pink bulb protruding from her brown hood. Her slick inner lips were wet and folded over to cover the entrance to her vagina. Jacques used his fingers to move them aside and insert a finger in her pussy while Thomas and James watched.
Without fanfare or lead-up, Jacques buried his face in Iris’ pussy and began to immediately suck and lick her clit furiously, instantaneously making her pant and cry out in lust for more. Thomas and James stroked their cocks while watching, but Jacques removed his tongue from her clit and quickly let out with, “Give her both your cocks while I do this.”
James and Thomas knew what to do. They flanked Iris’ head and fed both their cockheads to her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the heads of both their dicks in her mouth at the same time.
Cockheads filled her mouth completely and she tasted two different slowly seeping fluids. She wrapped her lips around them, and both Thomas and James rubbed their penis tips together in her mouth while kissing each other. They both loved the feeling of cock on cock while surrounded by the warm and wet walls of her mouth and cheeks.
In short order, the volume of sex in Iris’ mouth became overwhelming, and she needed to remove them, now focusing on one at a time. Jacques' mouth on her pussy was driving her wild, and she couldn’t decide on which cock she wanted in her mouth more. She simply furiously alternated between Thomas and James.
She was able to take nearly all of Thomas in her mouth and throat, burying his cock completely in her mouth. She could only take maybe half of James before he filled her mouth and tickled the back of her throat. Both cocks were hot and had a different and sexy feel in her mouth, and she switched often and rapidly. When one was in her mouth, she would stroke and milk the other with her hand while James and Thomas kissed passionately.
After a while, Jacques ceased pleasuring Iris with his tongue, crept forward, and straddled her completely so that he nearly sat on her stomach, yet kept most of his weight on his knees, careful to not suffocate her.
He placed his cock between her breasts and cupped them, bringing them together so they engulfed his erect penis. Thomas grabbed some nearby lube and handed it to Jacques so that the movements were smooth and nearly frictionless. He toyed her nipples with his thumbs while his cock slid in her cleavage while at the same time, she alternated between servicing James and Thomas with her mouth and hands.
Jacques next pulled his shaft from between her tits and aimed his cockhead straight forward. Iris now had three cocks vying for her mouth. She knew the glory of what was happening and smiled, looking all three men in the eyes. Iris opened her mouth as wide as possible, and James, Thomas, and Jacques coordinately placed their cockheads in her mouth at one time.
Her mouth was totally full, each slowly seeping thick, warm, salty fluid into her mouth. Her mouth was totally stretched, but for a brief time, she actually had three cocks in her mouth. She couldn’t do this for long and resumed sucking each cock in sequence. Eventually, she focused on Jacques, who was in the middle, while stroking and milking Thomas and James with her hands as they rubbed their tips on her cheeks.
James broke from the formation, and now she again only had two cocks as before, but soon felt the warmth of James’ new tongue inside her vagina. His tongue worked her clit and explored every part of her pussy.
James broke and went to her face to feed her his cock alongside with Jacques', and this time Thomas left her mouth, only to put his on her pussy. He tongue-fucked her and sucked on her clit while she sucked James and Jacques.
At no point was there not a tongue in her pussy, and at no point did she have less than two cocks vying for her mouth and hands. She nearly came at the hotness and was fully in the throes of some of the hottest fucking oral sex she ever experienced.
They alternated like this for a few cycles, and eventually, Jacques broke the entire formation. It was time for something new, and he knew what to do to escalate the sex fest.
He looked at both Thomas and James, and unspoken words passed between them with a few nods. Everyone knew what to do.
Jacques whispered in Iris’ ear, saying, “Now it’s time to fuck. I want you to watch Thomas fuck James. While you watch, I want to fuck your pussy. Okay?”
Yes. It was okay. It was more than fucking okay. It was so fucking hot that Iris’ wetness nearly doubled on the spot.
Jacques directed Iris to lie on her side, and he got behind her. With one hand, he lifted her up-facing leg in the air so that her pussy was open and ready to receive him.
James got on his hands and knees with his ass near Iris’ head, and Thomas, cock ready, approached him. Jacques used his fingers to spread Iris’ pussy lips and lightly pinch her clitoris between his middle and ring finger. James, waiting to get fucked by Thomas, had his eyes glued on Iris’ open pussy and clit moving under Jacques’ direction.
Thomas applied plentiful lube to himself and his lover and began to rub James’ exposed ass with his cockhead. Thomas was slow and deliberate, allowing James plenty of time to acclimate, but Thomas was also consistent and repeatedly thrust his cockhead gently at James until the tip penetrated him. When it was in, he applied more lube and slowly started to thrust with his penetrative strokes going deeper with each thrust.
Thomas spoke to James, saying, “Let me know if it’s too fast, baby. I want you to have all pleasure and no pain.”
James, smiling broadly in pleasure and mirth, returned playfully with, “Stop talking and fuck me. You know I love your cock inside me.”
In this measured rhythm, James accommodated Thomas and took him in. He gave cries of pleasure as Thomas went deeper and cried utterly and with bliss as Thomas eventually fully buried his cock in his ass.
Iris, with clit expertly handled, watched Thomas penetrate his lover, and when his cock was fully inside of James, Thomas reached around and started to stroke James’ cock as his own cock fucked his ass.
Jacques took his hands off Iris’ pussy to grab lube and hand it to James, who applied it in large amounts to his cock while Thomas stroked him off.
Watching this and seeing Thomas’ cock slide into James while simultaneously stroking the cock of the man he was fucking; Iris was in a state of ecstasy that she did not think could be topped. She needed to get in on the action, so she shifted, positioning her head to take James’ massive cockhead in her mouth while Thomas’ hand moved back and forward on his shaft.
In a moment of clarity, she fully realized what she was doing. She was sucking a man’s cock who was himself being fucked. It was blissful, and she resumed her position on her side. Again, Jacques lifted her upper-facing leg and resumed rubbing her pussy and lightly squeezing her clit between his fingers.
Iris thought it couldn’t get any hotter and kinkier, but she was so wrong. She was only at the doorway but was about to step fully inside.
Iris suddenly felt Jacques' cockhead slide between her pussy lips. He had applied lube and was slick, hard, and ready to enter her. She was panting, sucking on the tip of James’ penis, and watching Thomas fuck and stroke James, when Jacques said to her, “Time for you to have a cock inside of you.”
He thrust into her, slowly yet steadily, and she was so fucking wet that it was easy. Within seconds, her pussy took the whole of his erect penis. He wasted no time, and after a few slow thrusts began to fuck her savagely, his raw dick sliding in and out of her pussy while the two fingers of his right hand rubbed her clitoris.
Watching the men fuck while herself fucking and sucking cock, she came. Her whole body and mind were lovingly folded into orgasmic ripples of sex, lust, and pleasure. Iris screamed for what seemed like minutes.
Ivan was smiling ear to ear seeing his wife come so fucking hard and still he knew that the evening wasn’t over.
The men slowed down, eventually stopping and pulling out of their lovers, and let Iris return to Earth and cool down. As Iris lay panting, the three men lay down and stroked their cocks while she recovered. None of the men had come yet, by design. They had so much more to give and absolutely fucking loved being employees of Just. Desserts.
Ivan, also well-measured in his actions, approached Iris, stroking his cock, caressed her face sweetly, and asked, “Would you like some time?”
She replied, “Just a few minutes, but this isn’t the end, is it?”
Jacques, Thomas, and James burst out in jovial and sincere laughter. James said, “Good lord, no, woman. You only had one of us inside of you and we have so much more to give. It’s only over when you say it’s over.”
Although Iris just came to orgasm, she immediately felt passion’s pull and felt like she could go more rounds. Many more rounds. She made her way to the washroom, as did Thomas and James, and they quickly refreshed and returned to the scene.
All three men were now lying on the bed and stroking their cocks. They were not as hard as they had been during the previous bout of fucking and sucking, but they were getting harder. They all engaged in a fun back-and-forth bout of playful sex talk, saying what they’d like to do to each other and to Iris.
As their cocks stiffened, Iris’ wanting increased. She grabbed a sex toy, a clitoral stimulator that she knew to be her favorite and applied it to herself. It wasn’t long before she was wet and full-on ready to go for the next round.
Jacques, having already fucked her, approached her again with his cock, and put it in her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, and he said, “Next level now, beautiful, let’s see what your pussy can do.”
For the first time, the men acknowledged her husband. Jacques looked over at Ivan and said, “You might want to come over here and look more closely at what we’re doing with your wife. With her permission, we’re all going to fuck her.”
Jacques grabbed his cock in his hand, withdrew it from Iris’ mouth, and asked, “Is that what you want, my Queen? You chose three men. Do you want us all to fuck you? Command us.”
Her mouth covered in saliva and cock juice, Iris looked at her husband. He returned her gaze, panting and stroking his cock, and said, “Never mind me, this is all about you. Say yes or no, and I’ll go home happy. Fuck, I’ve already seen enough to make me happy for a lifetime. But yes, I want to see you fuck them all.”
Iris, knowing what she could have here and now, arrived at a new level of sex lust. She smiled and closed her eyes in pleasure and freedom, fully conscious of her breaths in the nude. She stayed like this for a bit, savoring this moment in space and time, until opening her eyes and looking in sequence at her husband, Jacques, Thomas, and James. She paused, breathed in, and said, “I want it all. Fuck me.”
She continued to suck Jacques’ cock while on her back. Thomas approached her, cock upright, and spread her legs. As she took Jacques in her mouth, Thomas split her pussy lips, found her entrance, and penetrated her completely, slowly and smoothly.
Jacques stepped back and stroked his cock, watching them fuck. Thomas and Iris locked eyes as she took him inside of her, and they both moaned in pleasure and began to kiss passionately as his penis sensuously slid into and out of her pussy.
As Ivan watched, another man’s cock fucked his wife. Raw and lustfully. He moved in and out of her, pussy lips gripping his cock. Meanwhile, James placed his cock at Iris’ and Thomas’ faces, and they started sharing his penis with their mouths as they kissed and fucked.
When Thomas was in bliss fucking Iris, James whispered in his ear, “I love your cock. How does it feel to be in Iris’ sweet pussy? I want to know. Please, let me fuck her.”
Thomas looked sweetly at James, kissed him and looked him lovingly in the eye. He said to him “I love you, baby, but she’s our queen tonight. If you want her, you need to ask her.”
Thomas was still inside of Iris when James looked her in the eye. He did not mince words. He asked her straight-up, “I fucking want you. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock. Can I fuck you? Please?”
While Thomas’ penis slid into and out of her pelvis, she looked James in the eyes and nodded affirmatively. She would be happy to fuck him and was thrilled at the thought of his huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
All pretenses dropped, she looked at him and said, “Yes, fuck me. Put your dick in my pussy and fuck me.”
Thomas smiled and stopped thrusting in her, remaining deep. While inside of her fully, he tongue-kissed James. He looked him lovingly in the eye and removed his penis from Iris’ vagina.
She lay there, cunt wet and primed to fuck. James approached her. His cockhead split her lips, deflected her clit to the side, and opened her vagina’s walls. She took him, and he stretched to her limit of pleasure, biting her tongue as his penis fully penetrated her.
The shock of his size gave way to pleasure. The girth of his cock as it slid in her pussy also moved her clit, and when he was fully inside of her his body wall pressed against it. Her pussy was completely full and her clit as engaged, and she was so fucking lit in sex.
Jacques and Thomas, transiently on the sidelines, came back into the game. While Iris’ pussy was full, Jacques re-emerged with his straining penis and put it in Iris’ mouth. She was giving him head while fucking the largest raw cock she ever let into her pussy.
After fucking James for a few minutes, he asked her, “Do you want us to take turns? Do you want to feel all of our dicks in you?”
While she was loving the feeling of James and his big cock, the thought of alternating ratcheted up her kink. Yes. She would love to feel them all.
The fuck-fest was in full swing. Iris, her face alight in sex and bliss, fucked and fucked. The men not inside her would flank her head, stroking their erections near her face, and often give their cocks to her mouth.
She took all three men inside of her, and she gave them turns, her passion rising with every thrust of raw cock skin in her slick cunt. She beckoned Ivan to come closer and watch.
Ivan stroked his cock while watching Jacques, Thomas, and James fuck his wife. They were all constantly highly lubricated to make sure her pleasure was maximized, but every cock tasted and sank into her pussy so many times, emerging with her lips gripping them, seeming not wanting to let go. One man would fuck her for a bit, exit her pussy, and another cock would take over.
Iris fucked them all many times, her on her back with their cocks entering her one after another. She rubbed her clit as her pussy fucked, her mouth sucked, and her hand stroked. Cock was everywhere. She felt so full of sex, but still yet more was unbelievably in store for them all.
Iris took each of them at least four or five times in the sequence. Everyone all lost count, but Iris fucked them and fucked them again. She thought she might be exhausted, but instead she wanted more. Each cock thrust into her made her thirstier.
Iris felt the want for their cock’s cum inside of her. She wanted to be coated inside with the pinnacle of their fucking lust for her. Her pussy responded with wetness, making way for cum to spray her lovemaking channels. She wanted her cunt to fucking drink all the cum.
They thoroughly exhausted fucking missionary style, so they repositioned. Iris next rode James’ massive and thick cock. She was upright, and now Jacques emerged in front of her and gave his cock to her mouth. Thomas stood behind her, stroking himself while watching Iris’ vagina swallow his lover’s erect penis. After a minute, he could no longer resist, and engaged, cupping and lightly squeezing James’ balls as Iris slid up and down on his cock, her pussy lips completely gripping his glistening shaft.
James’ penis stood still, but Iris moved up and down, fucking him deeply while Thomas lightly tugged on his balls, his face mere inches away from the site of penetration. Thomas could not hold back, and gripped Iris’ ass cheeks firmly when James was fully buried inside of her, and Thomas shouted, “Hold still, there. Keep his cock deep in your pussy.”
With that, he spread Iris’ ass cheeks and buried his face in her ass, so fucking close to where his lover’s cock was engulfed in her pussy.
Thomas ran his tongue over her ass, up and down. His tongue touched his lover’s cock and Iris’ pussy lips surrounding the hard base. His tongue ran everywhere, but repeatedly returned to Iris’ exposed backdoor.
Thomas briefly lifted his face, and said to his lovers, “Now start fucking again, slowly, so my tongue can fuck Iris’ ass.”
This is exactly what happened. Iris remained still, but James, gripping her hips, controlled the fucking so that his cock slid into and out of her in shallow thrusts. He mostly remained completely inside of her, but still moved in and out slightly.
As his cock fucked her pussy, Thomas focused exclusively on her sweet asshole. He licked it. He rimmed it with his tongue. He made his tongue firm and thrust it into her as much as he could. He would occasionally lift his face away from her ass to use his finger to rim her hole and insert a lubed, slick finger into her ass while James’ cock slid in her pussy.
Iris was on the brink of detonation, again.
With Jacques’ cock in her mouth, and James’ fucking huge cock in her pussy, now Thomas took the lead, for the win. His cockhead pointed at Iris’ opening not occupied by James.
With plentiful lube, Thomas began to rub Iris’ anal opening with the tip of his rock-hard penis. Iris’ ass gave some resistance, but not enough to overcome his cock’s push.
Her immediately adjacent cunt was full of cock. Massive cock.
Could her pelvis take more?
This question was answered in the next few moments. Thomas took the liberties, and his choices were good. Though resistant at first, Iris’ backside eventually eased enough to take his head into her.
He asked her, “Do you want this?”
Panting, she removed Jacques’ penis from her mouth and replied, “Don’t stop. Push your cock in my ass but go slow.”
He obeyed, dripping sweat, and moved his cockhead and cockhead alone into and out of her rear channel while his husband savagely fucked her pussy.
Slowly, Thomas eased into her backside. James was relentless.
Thrust after thrust, with plentiful lube, Thomas went deeper and deeper into her spaces few had been. As he went deeper, her could feel his lover's cock inside of another feminine channel next to the one he occupied, separated only by a thin wall of sex. He could feel his lover’s cock closely while both inside her. A few more minor thrusts and his penis was entirely inside her ass, and he started to make slow and shallow thrusts, remaining mostly inside.
Iris cried out, “Oh my fucking god! Oh!” She screamed this over and over.
Iris was filled in every way possible. James with his massive, seeping cock totally filled her cunt. Thomas filled her ass with his penis, next to his lover, feeling both him and her as they fucked.
It was one step up from double penetration, as Jacques’ cock also filled her mouth in between her screams. The sensation was beyond hot, and Iris came a second time, but this time her orgasm was beyond the pale.
She came.
So. Fucking. Hard.
It was so fucking hot that her sex organs contracted down on them, and when she came, so did all three men in response, and in near total synchronicity.
James’ huge cock throbbed and released throb upon throb of hot, thick semen deep in Iris’ thirsty pussy, totally drenching her vagina with his cum.
At the same time, Thomas’ penis did likewise and coated her back channels with his thick, sticky cock’s fluid. It coated his penis as his hard dick slowly slid into and out of her ass, flesh sliding on raw flesh, slick with cum.
Jacques also unloaded his cock’s store. As he throbbed, Iris pulled his cock from her mouth and directed his spray onto her chest. His cock released so much fucking cum, coating her brown tits and stomach, painting them white. When it seemed as if his penis was done releasing semen, still dripping, she squeezed his cock and sucked on his cockhead, taking the last bits of his cum in her mouth.
Ivan added to the mix. Stroking himself, he came all over his wife’s ample tits and stomach, adding to what Jacques had already given her.
She made four men come. Two inside of her, and two on her. She was drenched in four men’s sperm fluids.
They all physically parted. When James left her pussy, Thomas put his face in her used sex organs and sucked his lover’s cum out of her seeping cunt like it was the sweetest fluid he ever tasted. James did likewise on her ass.
They all lay stunned. James was the first to come back, saying, “We hope you enjoyed your dessert. I, for one, sincerely hope you return for additional courses.”
With that, all three men collected themselves, kissed Iris in sequence, and left the room, everyone reverently blowing her kisses. Iris lay mildly stunned yet satisfied.
Ivan and Iris were welcome to use the facilities to clean themselves before they left.
On their way out, their host bade them farewell and a good evening. Just before Ivan was about to open the exit door, the host said, “One moment, please, Mr. and Mrs. Khan.”
He took them aside and quietly spoke, saying “Based on Jacques’, Thomas’ and James’ reports, as well as our own personal observations, we would like to invite you to join our staff at Just. Desserts. Please be on the lookout for a communication from our establishment regarding the terms of our employment. We do so hope you can join our team. Good evening to you both.
