The First Erotic Story I Gave My Wife – Two of Her and One of Me

Recently my wife indicated that it would be fun to have two of me in the bed with her. She is a very conservative christian lady and hates adultery - but she says being with two of me would be okay. The suggestion was delivered with a little lift of the brows. It got my little devious mind turning over and I wrote this little story and gave it to her. What if, I suggested, there was two of HER instead?...

I can't believe that this is happening - that it is even possible. There are two of you, the same, identical, but different in ways that I am yet to understand. One of you is shy, hesitant, the other returns my gaze with confidence, with a wicked little smile. I can tell who will be leading who astray.

The other you stands before us, waiting. She knows that we are unsure, that we are in uncharted territory. She waits for one of us to speak.

It is me.

“We don’t know what to do,” I tell her, and her smile grows wider. She steps up and places a reassuring hand on both our arms.

“Don’t worry,” she says quietly. “Just follow my lead.”

I feel myself trust her, because she looks like you, sounds like you. I feel that I love her just like I love you. But she is also the unknown. She is the adventure that the both of us are afraid to take.

She leans in and kisses me, gently on the lips, and then you. And then me again, harder this time, so hard that I find that I can barely breathe.

When we break away I turn to you with a question on my lips, unsure of how you have taken me kissing another, even though she is you. I have no time to speak because your lips are on mind, taking the place of the other you. Your lips are soft and yielding, gentle and loving. The lips of my wife, that are sweet and unforgettable.

These two kisses leave me breathless, but also amazed that they could be so different and so wonderful. So full of love and passion.

And now there are two sets of hands pulling up my shirt, undressing me. One hand, and then two, grasp the growing bulge in my undies, squeezing me. I groan when I realize that you both have hold of me, one on my penis, and the other on my balls. Then, almost in an instant, my undies lie at my feet and my erection points out in front of me. Now your hands work together on my shaft, squeezing and pulling. I can barely stand.

I pull away before things go beyond my control. I take hold of one of you, pull your nightie over you head. Your other helps me, takes hold of one side of your undies, helps me pull them down to your knees and lower. You are naked now and I take in the breathtaking sight of you. But there is the other you to undress. She waits, her wicked smile broader than before. I repeat what I did to you with her, pulling her nightie off, and then her undies in rapid succession. And now free of her clothing, she comes to you, takes you by the shoulders and pushes you down to your knees before me, and then follows suit.

The two of you look up at me, one with trust and love, the other with lust and passion. The other you grasps my hard and twitching penis and squeezes it again, and then points it toward you, toward your mouth.

You look up at me, unsure, and then, with encouragement from the other you, move forward and plant a kiss on my penis. Then the other you does something that surprises the both of us. She leans in and slowly licks along my shaft, up and down. Then she smiles at you and nods for you to do the same. Soon the both of you are licking up and down, stopping together at the end, at the head, licking and kissing and sucking.

I shudder and shake, I groan at the wonderful sensation of it. I look down at the both of you and I almost come at the sight of the two of you working on me.

The other you knows this. She senses that I am close and pulls you off and away, and back on your feet. She takes my hand and pulls it down between her legs and takes my other, guiding between yours. The two of you hold onto each other as my fingers move along the wet, delicate folds of your most intimate parts. You groan as I find your clitoris, slowly circling it with my finger. The other you shudders and shakes, leans over and puts her lips to your shoulder, biting gently as the sensations begin the overwhelm her.

After several minutes she pulls me away from you both. “I think we’re ready,” she announces.

“For what?” I ask nervously.

“You’ll see,” she says.

She takes me from you and throws me down on the bed, on my back.

“You’re our slave,” she tells me. “We’re going to use you. And when we’re done, and only then, will you be allowed to come.”

“But...”

“Don’t talk,” she admonishes me. “Talking will only distract us. Anyway, you’re going to need to concentrate.”

Then she takes you hand and leads you onto the bed, on your knees, next to me.

“You first,” she says, and grabs hold of my penis, holding it up for you.

You look down, your eyes full of confusion, and then you understand. You bring a leg over my hips and lower yourself down onto me, with your other self holding me steady. Slowly, slowly, until I am completely enveloped. And only then, once we are fully joined, does the other you take her hand away.

All of this is intense and confusing, but still, you know what to do. Instinct takes over. You start to ride me, grind yourself down onto me. You start to use me as the other you intends. My hands find your ass, squeeze you exquisite bottom. I start to groan with the pleasure, but the other you has plans for me. Before I can utter a sound she brings a leg over my chest and brings herself up toward my face.

There, in front of me, is her pussy, wet and sweet and hot.

She lowers herself down onto my face, so that my lips touch her. I run my tongue through her delicate folds, savoring her taste.

All the while you are riding me, up and down, in and out. Grinding, grinding. Using me. Your hands find her shoulders. You need to steady yourself. The other you arches her back, leans back into you as she pushes herself further down onto my mouth. I am licking, sucking, rolling my tongue around her clit. She shudders and shakes.

Then she climbs off and says: “My turn.”

You reluctantly climb from me, obeying her command, and she takes your place, lowering herself not-so-gently down on me. The changeover gives me a chance to recover. I was close to coming, fighting with everything I had to hold it off. But now, with her on top of me, I am not so sure I can hang on for long. For some reason I want to please the other you, keep her happy.

She rides me now, hard and fast, and I know I wont be long.

“Take my place,” she orders you between breaths. And you do.

You run your hand through my hair as I eat you. My hand slides up your belly to your breasts. My fingers find your nipple and I squeeze and rub and tease. You are starting to cry out, just like the other you, and I am on the edge.

She beats me, suddenly stopping, shuddering. The muscles the envelop me start to rhythmically spasm. Her inactivity stalled my impending orgasm, and my whole body feels the pain of frustration. She enjoys every moment of her climax, pushing down so that I could not move, could not interrupt her. And then, when it is over she climbs back off me and pulls you off too.

“On your back,” she tells you. “It’s your turn.”

She pulls me up and over, on top of you, takes me by the hand and guides me into you.

“Slowly,” she orders. “Don’t come yet.”

And so I move in you, slowly, deeply, fighting every desire to push ahead hard and fast. Trying to hold back the inevitable. You groan under me, but then you shudder and you feel her fingers reach down between us, to where we are joined. She finds you clit and starts to rub it slowly, round and round. I am up on my hands, above you. Watching your eyes open wide and then roll back in pleasure. And then she leans down beside you face and starts to nibble your ear. She knows what you like, because she is you. She knows exactly how you like it.

And with my cock slowly moving in and out of you, with her finger rubbing your clit, and her teeth gently biting your earlobe, you come, shaking and crying and clutching at my back, running your nails down, scratching me.

You open your eyes. You breathe heavy and fast.

“Did you like that?” the other you asks and you nod emphatically, unable to put how you feel into words. “Now it’s his turn.”

She pulls me off and to the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor. You and she are behind me, talking.

“We’re going to make him come,” the other you says. “You chose where?”

“Where?”

“Where is he going to come? Inside one of us? On us? Where?”

I wait. I’m breathing slowly, listening, awaiting my fate.

Behind me you look down at her breasts, identical to yours in every way.

“On our boobs?” she asks, and you nod. “I thought you would,” she remarks with a smile.

A moment later and you are both before me again, back on your knees. She takes my cock in her hand and nods to you, and you add yours to hers. She starts the motion, moving hard and fast, bringing me close to the edge again. Before me are two sets of the most glorious breasts I have ever seen. Beautiful and round, tipped with hard, brown nipples. She pulls herself close to you so that your breasts are together, a better target. You look up at me, still unsure, but full of love and desire.

I am breathing fast now. Every muscle in my body is tense, begging for release. The other you smiles, knowing that I am very close. She pulls the two of you nearer still, so that the head of my cock is between you both, ready for my offering.

And it comes, one spurt after another, with my head back and a growl escaping my lips. Your breasts, and hers, are covered in my come. Some reach up onto your neck, and the final spurt is captured by the other you, right on her lips. She looks up at me and licks my come away and pulls me down to kiss her. I taste myself on her, like I have many times on you. She pulls away, guiding my lips down to yours. We kiss, gently and softly, like we were the only ones in the room.

She stands and looks down at us, a soft smile forming on her lips.

“Look at the mess we’ve made,” she says with a little laugh. “You’re going to have to clean that up.”

She doesn’t wait to help us. She vanishes into thin air leaving us wondering if she was even there at all.

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When I gave her this she slapped my arse and said I was a naughty boy for writing it. The next story is about two of me and one of her... published later...