Keeping my Enemy Close

I wish I knew what had changed. I’ve been shoving this damn dildo up my pussy for ages, with no sign of orgasm. Strange, because when Joe would ask me to do this whilst he watched, I’d cum really fast.

But by myself, I don’t get that same feeling as when it’s a hard hot cock up there. Or even somebody else’s fingers. Or tongue. Oh yeah. Now that I could do with. I love it when my partner knows his way about cunnilingus.

Of course, until recently, I didn’t have this problem. Until the other night when I decided that I was ready for a bit of fun and went looking for Ken or Joe or (and I would only barely admit this to myself) both.

It’s not fair that the two best looking men I could want in my bed are currently too busy fucking each other to be interested in me! Or at least that’s what I assumed from their lack of attention when I walked in on them. Until that point, I had not really had interest in watching two guys together. But when I saw them – both powerful extremely masculine and fucking like mad, I came then and there! And not quietly either!

I was incredibly surprised though by Ken. I mean, I like Ken, but when we have sex, it’s almost like he’s following some sort of instruction manual. You know, touch here, put my fingers in there, and at this point, shove my cock up her and pump for so many minutes. Not, however, when his cock is shoved far up Joe’s arse. Says a lot for his preferences though!

Joe, on the other hand, is everything and more his reputation claims. My god – the things that man can do with his mouth and cock!

And I just knew that if Joe knew I was there, he’d be only too happy to have me join in .

But they never saw – the two of them wrapped completely in their own world. And what made it worse for me was that I was so fucking hot for them both – watching them both – but there was something that held me back.

I felt like I was intruding on something so precious, so wonderful that it was almost sacred. Something in the way they were holding each other – in spite of how hard they were going at it, there was something tender about the way they touched each other.

Dammit. They weren’t just lovers in the sex sense. They were in love.

And for me that meant a whole new world of frustration!