The next morning, Whit and Zane are up before me, so I wake up alone in bed. I get out of bed and go to the drawers. I find a pair of boxers and t-shirt – just like what I wore last time. I put them on and head into the kitchen. Zane is sitting by the counter and Whit’s cooking breakfast. I walk over to the stove and look over Whit’s shoulder. He’s making pancakes and there’s already a sizable stack next to him. They must have been up for a while. I put my hand on Whit’s shoulder.

“Are you making all of this for me?” I ask him.

Whit chuckles to himself and kisses the top of my head before answering, “You are more than welcome to try and eat this entre stack. I’d love to see that.”

I scrunch my nose at him. While Whit finishes cooking breakfast, I go to sit with Zane at the counter. We chit chat, making light conversation about the things we like to do outside the bedroom. Turns out Whit is quite the cook and Zane finds that fact quite amazing. Zane is more of a gym rat. He likes to spend his spare time working out with free weights. One day he wants to train for a marathon. Whit finishes cooking and then we all dig into the meal. Whit made the pancakes with blueberries and me being myself I somehow stain my fingers blue. It’s whatever, but I am annoyed by it.

After breakfast, I realize I need to be getting home. I’ve spent the entire weekend sleeping in other people’s house and – even if those other people are Whit and Zane – I should be getting back to my place to at least put on some clothes that are my own. Zane and Whit take me back to the guesthouse. We all pile into Whit’s car and he drives us. I don’t want to leave them, but it’s the end of the weekend, so I’ve got to clean myself up.

They drop me off and I immediately go to take a shower. I undress myself, after getting the water to the perfect temperature. When I step inside, I let out a loud sigh of relief as the warm water falls on to me. There are a few things as satisfactory as a much-needed shower. I probably could have taken a shower while away from my house this weekend, but I was caught up into so many other things.

After just standing under the spray for a couple minutes, I get out my loofa and scrub my whole body. I take my time, getting my body all sudsy before getting underneath the showerhead and washing all the soap away. I’m kind of beginning to wish I had taken a shower with Whit and Zane. That would have been fun. I’ve never had the distinct pleasure of shower sex and I’d like to try that out. Since I probably won’t see them in such a capacity until the weekend, I lean against the shower wall and begin a fantasy instead. I’m going to probably be doing this a lot if I have to be around them at work and we can’t just bang it out when we’re in the mood. After our first time together, we all realized we’ve got to be a little more careful. We can’t become overcome with passion and do whatever we want, whenever we want. We’ll just exercise some kind of self-restraint.

But that aside, I lift my leg up, resting it on the edge of the tub. I let my hand travel down my wet body, stopping right at my folds. I waste no time sliding a finger inside of myself, adding two more immediately. I think about Whit and Zane – I’d be between them and Whit would probably be kissing me while Zane had his mouth on my pussy. I imagine Whit reaching down and massaging my full breasts. He would squeeze my nipples between his fingers and roll them until they became hard and tender. Maybe he would stop kissing me, lean down and suck my tender buds, causing electric shocks to run down my body. As I imagine Zane using a combination of his mouth and fingers, I push my thumb into my clit. At first, I rub my clit tenderly, but as I imagine Zane’s skilled tongue twisting and licking my slit I rub harder and harder on my clit. My body tenses and I find the release I was hoping for. As wave after wave of my orgasm courses through me, and I almost fall on to the shower floor in a heap.

Later, I’m sitting in my bathroom, drying my hair when I hear the buzzer go off. It sounds like the one that specifically calls for the guesthouse which means someone is here to see me. I wonder who it is. Zane and Whit didn’t say they’d be by later in the day, but it wouldn’t be weird if they stopped by to surprise me. I go to the front and instead I see two delivery people waiting to be buzzed in. I let them in and wait by the door to see what I’ve gotten. I haven’t ordered anything, so I’m guessing it’s a gift.

I let the two men in and they have a brand-new bed! And it’s huge! They say they’re going to take my old bed – it’s all a part of the service. I move out of the way while they work and tip them before saying goodbye. I go into my bedroom and stare at my new bed. This is definitely big enough for all three of us. It’s probably big enough for five people, that’s how absolutely large this bed is. I lay down on it, wiggling into its comfort. I freaking love it! I can’t believe Whit and Zane bought me a new bed. I wasn’t even sure if they heard me when I off-handedly mentioned the fact that I had a pretty small bed. This feels like a symbol of our relationship. Maybe they want it to continue past whatever deadline we’ve all kind of set for it. When I had told them about wanting to be a wife and mother, I was pretty sure they wouldn’t want much to do with me anymore. I was well aware of their playboy lifestyle. My Dad hadn’t warned me away, but he did mention Whit and Zane failing to settle down. I don’t think he really minds, but he probably would start caring more if he knew I had become a part of that part of their life. I don’t really want to think about that now, so I don’t. I push it away, push it aside and take a brief nap on my new bed.

I wake up about an hour later to someone ringing the doorbell to get into the guesthouse. I’m extremely popular today. I check the camera and see Whit and Zane. I immediately buzz them in and they come to the back.

“You guys really didn’t have to get me a new bed. It’s really too much.” I hug both of them.

Zane picks me up by my waist and spins me around. I laugh, delirious off the feeling of being with both of them. Zane stops spinning us and puts my feet back on the ground, but he keeps his hands on my waist.

“I think it was just enough,” he says laughing.

Whit is looking around the room and he stops by the bookcase I built over spring break. Zane lets me turn in his hold and he rests his chin on the top of my head.

“That’s the bookshelf I told you guys about. The one I built.”

Whit runs his fingers over the smooth wood and nods. “That’s what I thought. It looks really nice.”

“Thanks! You are so sweet!” I tell him. “Hey, what to see the new bed?!”

They agree, and I take them further into the house to where my bedroom is. My bedroom was a nice size, but this new bed takes up a decent chunk of the room. When the deliverymen tried to get it through the door frame, I was initially worried it wouldn’t fit. They figured out a way and now I have what I think is the largest bed in existence or at least the largest bed I’ve seen.

When Zane and Whit see the bed, they both seem a little surprised

“Oh, wow. It’s a lot bigger than I expected,” Zane comments first.

“They had the measurements on the site, but I guess we didn’t really think about how big that was,” Whit explains to me.

I nod my head, unsurprised by this fact. They were both probably so eager to get this bed that they didn’t really consider its size. They have both been in the guesthouse before, so they would know what fits and what doesn’t – or so I thought.

“Why don’t we all take a seat on it?” I suggest coyly.

They both get on to the bed and we all lie down. For a few seconds we just sink into the mattress, reveling in how comfortable it is. No wonder I feel asleep almost immediately after getting on the bed. It’s too comfy. Whit and Zane turn on to their sides, so they can look at me while talking.

“How are you feeling about everything so far?” Whit asks.

I raise my eyebrows, wanting a more specific question. I’m thinking he might be talking about whether or not I like the bed.

“Yeah. Do you like the arrangement we’ve set up for the three of us?” Zane clarifies.

Oh, I see. They want to do a little check-in with me and see whether or not I like them. Well, of course I do. If I didn’t, I would be spending all this time with them, I wouldn’t have agreed to their threesome idea, and I definitely would not have had so much sex with them.

“Of course, I like you guys. And I’d like to keep seeing you if that’s not too much to ask?”

“Too much! It could never be too much.” Whit wraps his arm around my belly and brings me into him. I end up straddling his lap while he lays back on the bed. I laugh and look over at Zane.

“There is one more thing I’d like to ask,” Zane tells me.

I nod letting him know he can ask away.

“How do you like your new bed?”

I get off Whit’s lap and crawl over to Zane.

I kiss his cheek and say, “I love it! It’s so comfortable when I was lying down earlier, I fell asleep almost immediately. And plus, it’s so big.” I motion with my arms to emphasize my point.

Zane takes one of my hands in his and turns his next statement into more of a question.

“We should christen the bed, it being new and all?”

I give him a funny look and when I turn to Whit he just shrugs.

I turn back to Zane. “Yeah, let’s christen it.”

He lightly tackles me, so I’m lying on the bed. His body is over mine and I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing his body into mine. I turn my head, so Zane kisses my neck. Whit lies down right next to me and I’m looking directly into his eyes. I remember back to the first time we all were together, and that fleeting thought I had – about wanting to have them literally at the same time. I think about letting them know what I want and then – instead of getting into knots about whether I should say anything, I mean it all worked out last time I made a request – I just say it.

“Do you guys – I mean, can you both have sex with me at the same time? Like the same time?”

Zane picks his head from my neck and I look to see his reaction. Whit didn’t have much of a visible one – which is to be expected. He did sit up a little, resting his weight on his elbow. Zane gives me a questioningly look – as if he wants to make sure he heard me correctly. He looks to Whit and the casual shrug Whit gives him makes me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Whit asks.

“I just love the way you respond to things,” I tell him. “It’s so casual, no matter what it is. It’s hysterical sometimes.”

Whit tweaks my noise and I feign being hurt. Zane gets off of me, so I can sit up. The questioning look on his face hasn’t gone away. It’s obvious he wants to ask me something.

“Have you ever had anal sex?” he asks.

He hit my main concern right on the head – or my old main concern, now that I’m totally down to be doubly penetrated. It’s true I’ve never let a guy put his dick in my butt, but that mainly due to the fact that I just didn’t feel comfortable enough to do that with any of them.

“No, but I never did a lot of things I’ve done with you guys and I know it’s kind of sudden, but I like to have all of these new experiences and this is actually something I’ve been thinking on for a while now. Ever since we had sex at the office, it’s been a thought in the back of my mind and, at first, I thought the fact that I’ve never done anal might be a problem, but now I don’t feel like it matters. I want to feel both of you inside of me at the same time. If you’re okay with that.”

Zane nods after listening to my little speech. He seems open to the idea and I’m already excited. Simply thinking about the two of them inside of me has me immediately wet. I’m so wound up, I’m pretty sure if I applied the slightest pressure to my clit, I’d be orgasming violently.

Zane finally responds, and he answers the way I has hoped he would. “Yeah. If you’re completely comfortable, I am completely comfortable.”

I throw my arms around his shoulders and kiss him. It quickly turns from an innocent kiss of excitement to a lustful kiss, anticipating the upcoming sex. We’re both on our knees and my body is flush against his. His erection pushes into my belly, its hardness making my pussy clench. The bed dips behind me and I feel Whit kiss the tip of my shoulder before taking my hair out of the messy bun I put it in. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls it back with a quick, forceful motion. I cry out in pain and look into his eyes.

“We’re going to need to get you undressed,” Whit orders.

I nod, biting my lip. He takes his hand from my hair and lightly kisses the side of my face. I untangle my limbs from Zane’s and get off the bed, so I can strip with their eyes on me. I’m only wearing my thin pajama set, so I slowly peel everything off me body. I start with my shirt. I push the strap off my right shoulder and then do the same with my left. I’m not wearing a bra, so when I pull the tank top down, my breasts are immediately exposed to the cold air. My nipples are hard and peaked and I graze my hand over them, causing myself to gasp. As I push the camisole down my body – when I get to the top of my shorts – I push them down too. I leave my underwear, so when I stand up and step of my clothes, I am left in my black satin panties.

Zane and Whit get off the bed and I stop moving to see what they are about to do. They start to undress, following my lead by going slowly. I watch their muscles being revealed. I’ve seen their bodies a few times at this point, but I can’t help but drink it in every time. They keep themselves in good shape, but they also aren’t overwhelmingly buff. I love running my hand down their bodies, feeling the dips of their ab muscles on their torsos. Being able to feel them move under my hands just feels… so good.

We’re all down to just our underwear and then – together – we pull them down. I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never done something like this and I don’t know how to place myself on the bed. Whit and Zane sense my hesitation, they come over to me and take my hands. We walk back to the bed together.

“We’re going to do this lying down,” Whit tells me. “It’ll just be easier for you the first time.”

I nod, and I get on to the bed in the middle. Zane and Whit are on either side of me. Zane takes my shoulder and tilts me towards him. I lie on my side and Whit comes up to my back, almost flush against me. I take a deep breath, starting to feel all kinds of feelings. It’s just something outside of the realm of what I’m used to. I mean, that’s what this entire experience has been – outside the realm of anything I have ever done. I take a deep breath and I run my fingers down the side of Zane’s body. He lifts my chin with his hand and gives me a soft kiss.

“I need you to relax,” he says against my mouth. “If you’re not relaxed, this isn’t going to work.” He pulls back a little and looks into my eyes. I nod because that makes sense. That’s what my friends would always tell me. So, I close my eyes and take a few breaths. Some of the tension that has gathered in my limbs dissipates.

Whit's hands are all over my ass. He rubs up and down my ass cheek and asks, "Before we can start, we'll need some lube, especially if it's you're first time.”

I look at him over my shoulder and point to the nightstand. "There should be some in there.”

Whit cocks his eyebrow in surprise. I'm assuming he didn't expect me to have any lube, but I bought it because I thought I might have anal sex and I wanted to be prepared. Look who was right. I hear the drawer open, some rustling, and then the drawer close. More sounds come from Whit's side: the bottle opening, the lube squirting out, etc. It's all making me anxious, but I keep my body relaxed per Zane's instructions. He's stroking my face, looking at me with a look I haven't seen on his face before. I want to ask him if something is going on, but I feel Whit's hands spread my cheeks and he circles my asshole with a lubed-up finger. I brace myself on Zane's shoulders, gripping them with my hands. Whit starts with one finger, stretching me out. My breathing picks up and my toes curl at the foreign feeling.

"Are you doing okay?” Zane asks.

I nod. He begins kissing me, taking my leg, and having me lazily wrap it over his. Gently, he holds my face, continuing to explore my mouth with his tongue.

"Can I add another finger?”

I nod, and Whit puts in one more. He slowly adds all of his finger fingers, stretching me more than I have ever been back there. My heavy breaths turn into lustful moans. I'm so sure I'll come just from this, but Whit removes his hand from my bottom.

 He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, "Are you ready?”

"Yeah,” I whisper back.

Zane starts us off by lifting up my leg, hooking it in the crook of his elbow. He guides the head of his penis into my pussy entrance. My walls stretch to accommodate him. Just when he's situated, Whit positions the tip of his shaft at my… other entrance. He moves even slower than Zane, starting and stopping as my body tenses. He whispers to me, doing his best to keep me calm. It feels like I'm being pried apart, but it's not just pure pain. There's pleasure there, too. It starts out small, warmth growing from my center, but it's slow to grow. Once Whit is all the way in, the three of us stay still. I wrap my hand around the back of Whit's head, reaching behind me. He kisses the back of my head.

“Ready?” he asks again.

I nod. He slowly pulls out of my ass and then just as slowly pushes back in. The piercing on his dick head rubs inside my ass. Zane starts moving too. His dick slowly slides in and out of my pussy. Their rhythm starts out choppy and slow, but then they start moving together - driving in and out of both my holes.

“Oh shit,” I whisper to no one in particular.

Being this filled with cock is like nothing I had ever imagined. Everything in my being is on fire. My body is tight, but with each fucking pump it is wound more and more. My limbs get loose, and I am lost to the sensations. My head lolls back and rolls from shoulder to shoulder. Zane speeds up, thrusting into my pussy faster. My pussy tightens gripping him harder. My ass hole clenches Whit’s huge cock, and he starts to pump me harder as well. The feelings of pleasure are so intense, I feel almost delirious. Whatever I am saying, I can't make sense of it. It's probably along the lines of fuck me harder and Jesus Christ. I've never felt anything like this.

Whit is quite large, but my body conforms to him. His piercing rubs against my insides adding to sublime friction. My fingernails dig deeper into Zane's flesh. My head is thrown back as I feel Whit and Zane erections grow before they both grunt and come inside me, spilling their seed. My body trembles before my walls quiver around Zane and I clench down on Whit. I shake for what feels like forever, my orgasm rushing into me in a seemingly never-ending wave. I close my eyes, so I can experience every nerve ending on fire, overwhelmed by feelings new and old.

Once I'm finally able to calm down, I take a deep bread and look at my boys. Like me, they are covered in sweat and look satiated. They remove themselves from my body. I grunt at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but they snuggle against me, filling that void.

"You were amazing,” Zane whispers. His breath tickles my skin and I smile at his praise.

“You weren’t too bad yourself.” I tap his nose with my finger and then turn to Whit. “Thanks for being so patient. Both of you.”

While I didn’t have my first first time with them, I’m glad we were able to pop a cherry of mine together. I don’t think there’s anyone better I could have done something like this for the first time with. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I get off the bed and head to the bathroom. I pee and while I’m washing my hands, I take a long look at myself in the mirror. I know I don’t look different, but I feel different. And it’s not just because I had anal for the first time. This entire weekend has been on long daydream. I’m worried if I blink, it might all go away. That might sound a little ridiculous, but I’ve never felt this good in a romantic relationship and I’m worried it could all get destroyed. 

I go back to my bedroom and get in between my boys. We all snuggle together and fall asleep in one another arms.