The Second Erotic Story I Gave to My Wife – A Two of Me and One of Her

The second story I wrote for my wife, like before , with “doubles", this time with two of me. Emboldened by the reception of the first, I gave her this second to read...

The other me…

I can’t believe it. You actually agreed when I suggested that my other join us. After all, there was the other you before, and it was amazing. I wonder if I will feel jealous, but then that is crazy. He is me in every way.

When he appeared he looked just like me, just as I expected. I am sporting a two-day growth, and so was he. I had an idea. By the time we are ready to join you, he had shaved. He now looks like a younger me, a clean-faced me. A slightly different me.

We nod to each other, just outside the door to our bedroom. We pull off our clothes and we knock and enter as I have done so many times.

You sit at the end of our bed and stare at the two of us. Your eyes flick back and forth, taking in our faces (the same but different), our bodies. You smile shyly.

I hold out a hand and you stand in front of us, wearing one of your cute little nighties. I take your hand and put it on me, and my other does the same. You have us now. Your little hands wrap around our cocks, so hard and hot and ready. And then, slowly, you begin to move your hands, causing us to groan and arch our backs.

“I have two penises,” you say, hardly believing it, looking down at what is in your hands. “What will I do with two penises?”

“I have some ideas,” I say.

“I bet you do,” you say back with a little smirk.

I reach out and start to run my hand down your back, down to you bottom. My other is touching your front: your breasts in particular. He squeezes one, then the other. He finds your nipples easily through the thin material. He makes them hard with his fingers.

As we touch you, you start to pull on us harder. Too hard. We will both come too soon.

I take your nightie and pull it up and over your head. My other takes your undies and quickly lowers them to your feet. You are as naked as us now.

“Do you know what I want to do?” you ask.

“What?” asks my other.

“I want to snuggle with you two.”

“Sure,” I say and pull you onto the bed.

You are between us. You face me, kissing me. My cock is pushing urgently against your belly and you take it and slide it between your legs. You feel my other me behind you, his penis on your bottom, his lips on your shoulder. You shudder with his kisses, at just the right place. And then, unexpectedly, he slides between your legs also and soon the two of us are moving slowly and gently, sliding along your beautiful, wet slit, stimulating everything along the way as we do.

After a few minutes we change sides. You turn over and start kissing the other me while I rub my whiskers on your shoulder and neck. My cock slides in behind, just as his takes my place in the front.

But this is not enough, and soon my other pulls away and turns you onto your back and pushes your legs apart. He slides in between them and finds your pussy waiting for him at the end of his journey. I sit back and watch as he starts to lick you in long, luxurious strokes, stopping at your clit for a moment, rolling his tongue slowly around it. You shudder and moan at his ministrations.

But I don’t want to be left out, so I start on your breasts, kissing them gently, finding your hard nipples ready for my tongue. And so the two of us kiss and lick you to the very edge of ecstasy. And beyond.

You grab my other’s head and push him into you pussy as you start to spasm. You other hand is behind my head, pulling me down onto your breasts. You cry out and shake as your orgasm overtakes you.

You look down at him, looking up at you with that wicked grin that is the same as mine.

“I want you,” you tell him, and he obliges. He climbs up and places his cock at your entrance, and then pushes himself inside you. He slowly grinds himself against you, just the way you like it.

“I want both of you,” you say between gasps. Grabbing my cock you pull me closer, taking me in your mouth as my other fucks you with an ever increasing intensity. I slide in and out of your mouth and it is a beautiful thing to behold.

You push him off and push me down, bringing yourself down on my erection, grinding and lifting and dropping down on me. Behind you my other rubs himself on your backside, kissing the back of your neck. He reaches around and finds your clit and rubs it furiously, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

And you are off me again. It is too intense. You slide down and offer your bottom to him as you take me back into your mouth. You taste yourself on me, but you do not stop. There are two penises inside you now, sliding in and out. The feeling is overwhelming and wicked. You suck me until I can take no more. I warn you and you pull away just in time, as my come erupts onto your neck and some onto your chin.

Behind you, the other me is pumping hard into you, urgently trying to reach his own climax. He comes too, shooting deep inside you, wave after wave.

He pulls out and I roll you over and dive between your legs, lapping up the evidence of my other, rubbing my whiskers over your delicious folds. The feeling of the two of us inside you had brought you near to the edge and I take you over. My other is kissing your tits and nipples, kissing your lips, biting and nibbling and sucking. You come a second time, harder this time, crying out like you are in pain or abandon, I cannot tell which.

And then, when it is all over, you pull us up and against you, our bodies once again envelop you as you start to cool down and you breathing returns to normal.

And then, between us, you fall into a light and contented sleep, feeling loved and adored like you never have before.

The reception:

She didn’t like the language. It was a little too much like porno for her. The content, she said, was perfectly fine! She challenged me to write with a more romantic vibe, which I will now do, with my next story.

Interestingly, she mentioned again that she was thinking about giving up men and being with a woman, but she likes men too much. I shrugged and suggested that she "could do both, people do that, you know?"