Steven's heart stopped, his mind racing. What had they done? What would happen now? He scrambled to grab something to cover his nudity, his legs wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. Ralf pulled on his jeans, his face a mask of horror. "You can't tell anyone about this," he said, his voice urgent. "You can't tell anyone."
Steven nodded, his mind racing. "I won't," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't say a word, but I think your wife is about to find out regardless of my promise to you."
The warmth of the fire was now a stark contrast to the cold fear that gripped them both. The door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps grew closer. Ralf took a deep breath, his hand on the knob of the door. "Just... pretend you're here to talk about the job," he whispered. "Please."
"Seriously Ralf, I'm here to talk about the job without any clothes. Are you mad? Not even I would believe that?" Steven pointed out.
Marianne had got out of the car and immediately noticed the shredded white cotton fabric of a vest and by the front door, the remains of some tighty whities which she knew were not her husband's. She turned the knob allowing the door to the cabin to swing open, letting in a rush of the evening air.
Marianne stood there, her eyes wide with shock and rage. Her gaze swept over the scene before her: Ralf, half-dressed and visibly flustered, and a stranger, trying to shield his nakedness with her husband’s boxer shorts. "What the fuck is going on here?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the cabin.
Steven couldn't believe Ralf answered his wife by saying, "Nothing's going on."
Marianne's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, her voice cold. "Don't lie to me, Ralf. I'm not fucking blind to the fact there is a naked man here."
Ralf's face went pale, and he stumbled over his words. "It's... it's not what it looks like, Marianne. We... we got carried away."
"Got carried away," she shouted as she put her bags on the kitchen table, “Got fucking carried away? Are you fucking serious?,” noting that the naked man had failed to say a single word so far. "Who the fuck are you by the way?"
"I'm Steven and I work with Ralf on the current project," Steven answered.
Marianne's eyes blazed with fury, but she took a moment to compose herself. "You're the new surveyor, aren't you?" she spat. "The one everyone says is a... a faggot."
"Yep, that would be me I guess but a faggot is a bit harsh, I’m gay."
Marianne's gaze flicked from Ralf to Steven and back again. "What the fuck, Ralf?" she snarled. "Is this what you do when you say you're working late?"
"In fairness to Ralf, this is the first time we have....um...been friends," Steven stuttered.
Marianne's disgust was palpable. “You, shut the fuck up, I’m talking to my husband,” She took a step forward, her hand balling into a fist. "You fucking piece of shit," she hissed at Ralf. "How could you? I know why now, it all makes sense. You're a faggot like him and it explains so much."
Ralf flinched at the harshness of her words, but Steven stood his ground, his voice firm. "Marianne, please, let's not do this now. I accept it's a shock, but it's even harder for Ralf, dealing with his feelings and then being caught out. You could say it's a perfect storm."
"A fucking perfect storm? Really? So, did you fuck him," she asked looking at Steven.
Steven blushed as Ralf stood there in a state of shock. "No, I didn't and that's the truth."
Marianne stood there looking at both. "So, Ralf fucked you then I guess?" her anger dissipating with Steven’s refusal to answer but clearly he was telling the truth. "So, my husband fucked you as men should do, it that's what you are telling me?"
Steven nodded while wanting to die from shame as she continued. "Ralf fucked you. Was he any good?"
The question shocked Steven and he decided to be candid in his response. "He has spent a lifetime being confused about his sexuality and yes, he made love to me, and he was tender and caring and passionate and happy being himself and being the man in the moment of passion."
Marianne looked at Ralf, who had now broken down in tears, his body convulsing with sobs as he apologised repeatedly. She had never seen her husband like this, never seen the stoic, strong man she'd married break down in such a way. The sight of him brought a flood of emotions, a mix of anger, pity, and something she hadn't expected: love.
Steven watched the exchange, feeling like an intruder in a moment that was so deeply personal. He knew he had to get dressed, but his legs felt like jelly, and he couldn't seem to find the strength to move. Marianne's eyes flicked to him, her anger momentarily forgotten as she saw the fear and vulnerability in her husband's eyes. "Don't even think about moving, I haven't finished with you yet," she told Steven as she embraced her husband in a loving hug.
"I'm sorry, Marianne," Ralf choked out, his body shaking with the weight of his confession.
Marianne pulled away, her eyes searching Ralf's tear-streaked face. "You know what?" she said, her voice softer now. "I always knew you weren't like the others. I just didn't know what it was." She took a deep breath. "But seeing you with him, like this... it all makes sense. I just wish you had told me how you felt instead of being the macho man, hiding your true self."
Ralf nodded, his face a picture of misery. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was afraid, Marianne. Afraid of losing you, of being judged, of not being able to live up to what everyone expects of me."
Marianne's expression softened, and she took a step toward them. "You never had to be anyone but yourself with me," she said, her voice gentle. "Now, let's have a coffee and chat about what happens now and you," looking at Steven, "Instead of holding the fucking boxer shorts, try putting them on while I make myself a coffee."
Steven put on the boxer shorts that were huge on him, the waistband insufficient to keep the shorts from falling.
Ralf sat in the chair by the fire while Steven sat on the rug near the fire for warmth as Marianne made herself a coffee, putting the shopping in the refrigerator. An eerie silence engulfed the cabin as the men waited for the next part of the discussion, as she sat down on the couch.
Marianne took a sip of her coffee and then faced the men with a steely resolve in her eyes. "So, what happens now?" she asked, her voice calm but firm.
Ralf looked at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, Marianne. I never meant to hurt you."
Marianne set her coffee down, her expression a mix of anger and sadness. Steven and Ralf exchanged glances; the weight of the situation heavy in the air. Ralf looked up; his voice was shaky. "It's not about exploring, Marianne. I love you, but I can't deny who I am anymore. Steven has changed all that. You might even say, he has released me."
Marianne took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "What does that mean, Ralf?" she whispered. "Does that mean you are leaving me?"
Ralf swallowed hard, reaching for her hand. "No, it means I want us to be honest with each other. I want us to find a way to make our marriage work, now you know the truth and I certainly don’t want to leave you, I love you."
“Ralf, is this man here the only man you have been with? No lies, the truth." Marianne asked.
"Yes," Ralf said, his voice hoarse. Steven is the only man I have ever been with in this way. I swear it. I was going to force him because he humiliated me at work but then I realised I couldn't rape even him, and I broke down. Steven sat down with me and cuddled me, understanding how I felt, and one thing led to another and..."
Marianne studied their joined hands, the love and fear in her eyes. She knew her husband, knew the burden he had been carrying, and she felt a wave of compassion for him. But she was also furious that he had lied to her, that he had put her in this position. "So, what are we going to do now?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Ralf looked up at her, his own eyes brimming with tears. "I don't know," he said, his voice cracking. "But I promise, I will never do this again."
Marianne looked into her husband's eyes, and she knew he meant it, but she also knew the truth. Ralf couldn't control his desires, and she couldn't blame him for that. She had to accept that this was who he was, and she had to decide if she could live with it. "You say that now," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "But you can't promise something you know you can't keep."
"I know," Ralf said, his voice filled with regret. "But I'll try. I'll do anything to make this right."
Marianne nodded, her thoughts racing. She knew they were at a crossroads, and she didn't want to lose Ralf. The love she felt for him was still there, despite the shock and anger coursing through her veins. Could she share her husband with another man? The idea was foreign to her, but she knew that love didn't always fit into neat little boxes. She took a deep breath. "I don't know if I can do this," she said, her voice trembling. "But for you, I'm willing to try."
Ralf looked up at his wife and Steven's ears pricked up, waiting for what would come next.
Marianne took a deep breath, the room so still you could hear a pin drop. "Some women are okay with their bisexual husbands exploring their sexuality," she began, her voice measured and thoughtful. "They understand that being bisexual in a straight relationship is complex, and they allow their husbands to have relationships with men. I want to be one of those women, Ralf."
The words hung in the air like a promise, filled with both hope and trepidation. Steven looked from Marianne to Ralf, the gravity of the situation weighing on him. Ralf's eyes were wide with shock, his grip on Marianne's hand tightening. "You mean... you're okay with this?" he managed to ask, his voice barely audible.
Marianne nodded, her expression a mix of resolve and pain. "Not entirely," she admitted. "But I'm not adverse to trying. As long as Steven is your only male lover." She emphasised the last part, looking at Steven with a serious gaze. "I mean it. No others. I can't handle any more betrayals."
Ralf's eyes widened in hope. "You... you'd be okay with that?"
Marianne took a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving the men. "I said I'd try," she said, her voice steady. "But it means we all need to be honest with each other. No more secrets, no more lies." She paused, looking at Steven. "And that means your part of this too, Steven. You can't just waltz in here and my husband fucks you without considering me. You need to understand that if we're going to do this, it's all three of us in this together."
Steven felt a mix of emotions - fear, excitement, and a strange sense of belonging. He nodded; his voice shaky. "I understand," he said, his eyes never leaving Marianne's. "I never meant for this to happen, but if it can bring you both happiness, I'm willing to be part of it."
Marianne studied him, her expression unreadable. "You're a good man, Steven," she said finally. "But don't get me wrong, I have no plans to fuck you. But perhaps a more relaxed Ralf will be good for our sex life, which frankly, is boring to say the least. And who knows, maybe I'll even get some ideas from watching you two together."
Ralf's face turned a deep shade of red at the thought of his wife watching him with another man, but he also felt a strange sense of excitement building in his chest. "You... you'd be okay with that?" he stammered, his eyes flicking to Marianne.
"Perhaps some variety will spice up our life. Who knows, but I can't stand the idea of losing you because you're my big bear, I love you. You are my bear to hug and comfort, and sometimes I should chill a little and understand your needs as long as you understand my needs."
Ralf nodded, his eyes never leaving Marianne's, his love for her shining through his confusion. "I'll do anything, Marianne," he said, his voice earnest. "But I need this and I'm happy you get it."
Marianne stood up and walked over to Steven, who was still sitting on the rug, feeling like a child caught doing something naughty. She handed him a t-shirt from a drawer. "Here, put this on," she said, her voice gentle. "And I'll grab you some better underwear, those boxers look ridiculous on you."
Steven took the t-shirt with trembling hands, sliding it over his head and pulling it down to cover himself. He watched as Marianne rummaged through a drawer, finally producing a pair of black briefs. "These should fit better," she said, tossing them to him. He caught them with a nod, feeling a strange sense of gratitude for her kindness amid this chaos.
The two men shuffled outside into the cool evening air, one wearing his jeans and the other in black Hanes briefs and a t-shirt. The woods were quiet, the only sounds the distant lowing of cattle and the occasional hoot of an owl. They sat on the porch, awkwardness thick between them as they tried to grasp the new dynamics of their relationship and the sudden acceptance of Marianne.
Marianne joined them, carrying a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of chips. She handed one to each of them, her gaze softening as she saw the tension in their eyes. "Look," she said, sitting down between them. "This doesn't have to be the end of the world. We're all adults here. And if Ralf's happy with you, then that's what matters to me and you never know, you might have some good advice for me," realising how effeminate Steven’s demeanour was.
They talked, sharing their fears and their hopes. Marianne spoke openly about her feelings, her desire for a fulfilling sex life and her understanding that Ralf's needs were different from hers. She spoke of her curiosity about watching them, a kink she had never explored but was willing to consider if it meant saving their marriage.
As they ate and talked, the tension began to ease, and by the time they had finished their dinner, Marianne had a newfound sense of determination. "I know this is all so new," she announced, "but if you two want to spend the weekend exploring yourselves, I'm happy to agree. And if I feel comfortable, I might even want to watch."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, but there was also a hint of excitement in her voice. Ralf looked at her in amazement, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. Steven felt his fears dissipating, the warmth of Marianne's acceptance wrapping around him like a blanket.
They agreed to take it slow, to communicate openly and honestly, and to make sure that everyone's boundaries were respected. It was a strange and uncharted territory, but they were all willing to explore it together.
Marianne led Ralf to their bedroom, her hand firmly in his, a silent promise that she was still there for him, that she would still love him regardless of his desires. Steven watched them go, feeling a pang of loneliness as the door clicked shut behind them. He walked to the spare room, the quietness of the cabin amplifying the sound of his footsteps. Marianne had told him she had made the bed for him, but his mind was racing with what he had just agreed to.
He lay down on the soft mattress, his thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and excitement. As the sounds of Ralf and Marianne's lovemaking began to filter through the walls, he couldn't help but feel a little bit like an outsider. The noises grew more intense than they had ever heard before, and he realised that Marianne wasn't just saying she was okay with their arrangement - she was actively participating in it.
The moans and gasps grew louder, and Steven found himself getting aroused despite the awkwardness of the situation. He knew he was hearing a side of their marriage that had been hidden away for years, a side that was now being brought into the light. The raw passion in their voices was intoxicating, and he felt a strange kinship with them, despite the physical distance.
As he lay there, he wondered what the future held for all of them. Would they find happiness in this unconventional arrangement, or would it just be a temporary fix for Ralf's confusion? And what about Marianne? Was she truly okay with this, or was she just trying to keep her husband?
The noises grew to a crescendo, and then there was silence. Steven held his breath, listening for any sign of what was happening next. He heard rustling, and then the door to the spare room opened. Marianne's face appeared in the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips as she stood there naked. "It's okay," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You can join us if you want."
The invitation was unexpected, but Steven felt his body respond, his cock stiffening at the thought of being with them, of being part of something so intimate and real. He swallowed hard, his heart racing as he slipped the Hanes briefs down his legs before he followed Marianne into their room.
The scene before him was nothing like he had ever seen in his wildest dreams. Ralf lay on his back, his face flushed with pleasure, as Marianne straddled him again, her eyes locked on Steven as she moved her hips in a slow, sensual dance on Ralf’s body. "Come here," she murmured, holding out a hand. "We don't have to keep any secrets anymore."
Steven approached the bed, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ralf looked up at him, his eyes filled with a new and terrifying hunger. Marianne, however, was the picture of confidence and desire. She leaned over her husband, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "Look at him, Ralf. Look how much he wants you."
Ralf's eyes met Steven's, and in that moment, the connection between them grew stronger. Steven knew he was crossing a line, but something in Marianne's gaze told him it was okay. He slid into the bed, his cock fully erection, the warmth of their bodies enveloping him. Marianne guided him to Ralf's cock, which was already hard and waiting for him.
Steven took it in his hand, feeling the weight and heat of it, and then leaned down to take it in his mouth. The noises that Ralf made were nothing like he had ever heard before - raw, guttural, and filled with need. Marianne watched them, her hand playing with her clit, her hips rocking gently in time with Steven's movements.
Their lovemaking was intense, fuelled by years of repression and the newfound freedom to explore their desires. Marianne directed them, her voice a siren's call that they couldn't resist. She had Steven watch while she sucked Ralf's cock, and then had Ralf take her from behind as she watched Steven's face contort with pleasure as she gently wanked him.
The room was a whirlwind of passion, their bodies moving in a symphony of desire. For the first time in his life, Ralf felt truly seen and accepted, and it was intoxicating. Marianne's eyes never left him, her love and lust a potent mix that only grew stronger as she watched her husband lose himself in the throes of passion with Steven, finding the energy yet again to fuck Steven as his wife watched.
And through it all, Steven felt like he belonged. He had never felt more connected to another person, more alive and in tune with his desires, as Ralf reached his peak and filled Steven with his seed, he knew that he had found something special here in this unlikely place.
All three of them collapsed, panting, and spent, Marianne turned to Steven. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for giving him what he needs. He hasn't made love to me ever like he has done just now. You have changed him, shown him something and strangely, I am benefiting from this new man called Ralf."
Steven looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm here for both of you," he said, and he meant it as he became the first one to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, Steven woke up early, the smell of pine and the distant sounds of the farm waking him gently. He padded to the kitchen, the floorboards creaking under his bare feet, and made himself a coffee. The warmth of the mug between his hands was a comfort as he stepped outside onto the porch, the cool air making him shiver as he only wore a t-shirt and the black Hanes briefs.
He sat down on the steps, his thoughts racing. The events of the night before had been a whirlwind, and he was still trying to process it all. The sound of Ralf and Marianne's lovemaking had filled the cabin again that morning and he couldn't help but feel a little left out, his body craving the touch and intimacy he had shared with Ralf just hours before.
But as he listened to their muffled cries and the rhythmic creaking of the bed, he knew they needed this time to themselves. To reconnect, to explore the new boundaries of their relationship without the fear of judgment or discovery. And so, he gave them that space, his arousal a testament to the depth of their connection.
The sound grew louder, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch himself, his cock already half-hard from the memory of the night's passion. He slipped his hand into his Hanes briefs, his touch tentative at first, but growing bolder as he listened to their cries of pleasure. The image of Marianne riding her husband, her eyes locked on him, filled his mind, and he stroked himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The tension grew within him, and he knew he was close. The sounds from the bedroom grew more frenzied, and he matched their pace, his hand a blur as he pleasured himself only to hear Marianne and Ralf climax leaving Steven to stop his masturbation efforts as he listened to the couple in the bedroom.
All remained quiet as Steven resumed his efforts feeling the need to satisfy his body's needs and just as he felt the beginnings of his climax, the bedroom door creaked open, and Ralf emerged naked, his hair unbrushed and his eyes gleaming while his cock lost its hardness. He took in the sight of Steven on the porch step and walked over to him, his steps deliberate and slow and knelt beside him. "Need a helping hand with that?" he asked and without another word, he enveloped Steven's cock in his mouth and started to work it in a sensual and passionate embrace, sliding up and down, using his tongue more confidently whilst juggling his balls, gently squeezing them at the appropriate time.
Steven's breath hitched as he felt himself let go, his orgasm a white-hot explosion that left him trembling and gasping for air. Ralf's mouth didn't stop moving, though, his strokes slower and gentler as he milked every drop of pleasure from him. "You're beautiful," he murmured, and Steven knew he wasn't just talking about the physical.
As they sat there, the morning air wrapping around them, Steven realised that this was more than just a one-night stand, more than just an affair and for the first time in a long while, he felt happy. Ralf leaned in to kiss him softly, their breaths mingling as he whispered, "I want you; can I take you?"
The hunger in Ralf's voice was evident, and Steven felt his heart race in anticipation. He nodded, unable to find words as Ralf stood up, gently lifting him into his arms and carrying him to the outside table.
Marianne looked up from the stove, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her husband with the young surveyor from the window. For a moment, she felt a flicker of anger, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of arousal as she saw the raw desire in their eyes. She had never seen Ralf like this, never seen him so alive and free.
Marianne paused, watching as Ralf laid Steven down on the table, naked below the waist, his hands playing with Steven's cock. She felt a mix of emotions - shock, confusion, and a growing heat between her legs. The scene was erotic, and she found herself drawn to it, unable to look away.
Ralf gently parted Steven's legs, his eyes never leaving him. Ralf knew she was watching, and the thought of it only made him more excited. He began to kiss his way up Steven's inner thighs, his hands teasing him. Marianne's breath caught in her throat as she saw Ralf's cock, already hard and eager, standing proudly against his stomach.
Marianne set the pan aside, her body moving almost on autopilot as she approached the door. She didn't know what she was going to do, only that she couldn't tear her gaze away from the beautiful, intimate scene playing out before her.
When Ralf reached up to tweak one of Steven's nipples, Marianne's hand mirrored the movement, cupping her breast through her nightie. The sight was too much to bear, as her hands descended to her lady garden to trace the line of her clit. The sight of Ralf taking Steven, claiming him in such an open and unabashed way, was something she had never seen before. Her body responded, her hand moving faster as she watched the passion play out before her.
The table creaked under the force of their lovemaking, the sound a testament to the intensity of their connection. Marianne's hand slipped inside her nightie, her desire building as she watched her husband's muscles ripple with each thrust.
Ralf's eyes locked on Marianne's as he reached for Steven's cock, his movements slow and deliberate. The sight of Marianne watching them was intoxicating, and he knew she was getting off on it too. He could feel her eyes on him, and it only made him want more, made him want to claim Steven in every way possible.
With each stroke of his hand, Ralf pushed Steven closer to the edge, feeling the tension build in the smaller man's body. Steven's eyes were closed, his legs wrapped around Ralf's waist, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he lost himself in the pleasure. The early morning light played across their sweat-slicked bodies, highlighting every curve and angle.
Marianne's hand grew more frantic, her climax building as she watched her husband bring Steven to the brink. The sight of them together was more than she had ever imagined, and she knew that she was falling in love with them both in a way she had never thought possible.
The moment came, and it was as if time had stopped. Ralf's hand tightened around Steven's cock, his strokes growing faster and more insistent as he whispered sweet nothings in his ear. And then it washed over them, a wave of pleasure so intense it seemed to shake the very foundation of the cabin.
Steven's body arched off the table, his cry of release echoing through the room as Ralf's seed filled him almost at the same time as Steven's sperm shot out of his cock, landing on his face and chest. Marianne watched, her own body trembling with the force of her orgasm, as Ralf collapsed on top of Steven, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and passion as he kissed Steven, licking up the cum from his face and chest only to share it was his lover.
The scene became quiet as they all recovered from their hard breathing, feeling satisfied and spent for the time being. "I think I might have picked more than I can chew," Ralf whispered to Steven, "I am going to make love to you for the rest of the day and I expect Marianne will also want my attention from time to time."
Marianne, still standing by the door, couldn't help but smile at her husband's words. She had never seen him so open, so free. "Why don't you both come in?" she suggested, her voice still a little shaky from her climax. "We have some breakfast to eat when you guys are finished."
They stumbled into the kitchen, their legs wobbly and their breaths still coming in gasps. Marianne had laid out a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast, the smell of it making their stomachs growl. They sat around the table, naked and exhausted, but their eyes never left each other.
Marianne took a sip of her coffee, her gaze lingering on the two men. "I have to run into town today for some supplies," she said, her voice even. "So, you two can do whatever you like while I'm gone."
The men watched as Marianne's car disappeared down the dusty road, Steven looked at Ralf, his expression unreadable. "So," Ralf said, his voice thick with both exhaustion and excitement, "How many times do you think I can cum in a day?"
Steven looked at him, his own eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I'm not sure," he replied, taking a bite of toast. "But I'm definitely up for the challenge of helping you find out. How many times have you cum this morning so far?"
"Marianne was first, and then you before breakfast and my cock," he added, glancing down at his crotch, "suggests I'm ready again. Let's go outside because I fancy having you over a barrel in the yard."
They finished their breakfast and moved outside, the morning sun beating down on them as they found a suitable barrel. Ralf's excitement was evident, and Steven felt himself respond in kind. They had crossed so many boundaries in such a brief time, but the thrill of it all only made him want more.
Ralf positioned the barrel, and Steven leaned over it, his ass in the air, feeling both exposed and desired. The rough wood of the barrel pressed into his skin, but the anticipation of Ralf's touch overrode any discomfort. Ralf's hand caressed his back, sending a shiver down his spine as Ralf stepped closer, his cock already hard and ready. He placed a hand on Steven's shoulder, his fingers digging in gently as he lined himself up behind him. "You're so beautiful," Ralf murmured, and Steven felt his heart flutter in his chest.
With one smooth motion, Ralf entered him, filling him. The sensation was intense, the feeling of being claimed by this strong, masculine man a heady one. Ralf began to move, his hips rocking into him with a steady rhythm that stoked the fire building in Steven's belly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as Ralf's hands roamed over his body, teasing, and exploring every inch of him.
Marianne's earlier words played in Steven's head as Ralf's strokes grew deeper and more urgent. "You're giving him what he needs," she had said, and he knew it was true. Ralf had never been so open, so free, and it was all because of him. The thought made him feel powerful, and he pushed back against Ralf, urging him to go harder.
Ralf's grip tightened; his breath hot against Steven's neck as he picked up the pace. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Do you want it?"
Steven nodded, his arousal reaching a fever pitch. "Yes," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Cum inside me."
The words were a trigger, and Ralf's orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Steven. The younger man felt the warmth spread through him, a feeling of belonging and satisfaction that washed away any lingering doubt or fear.
As Ralf's breathing slowed, he pulled out, and Steven straightened up, his legs trembling. They shared a look that spoke volumes, the love and connection between them palpable. The barrel creaked in the sun as they both stood there, trying to find their footing in this new reality.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Ralf said, his voice filled with awe.
Steven turned to face him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Neither can I," he admitted. "But I wouldn't change it for anything, as he felt Ralf's cum dribbling down his legs. "Why don't we go for a walk and when our desires overtake us, we can fuck and suck all day until Marianne is back.
They made their way through the fields, their bare feet sinking into the cool, damp grass as the sun began to warm their bodies. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation a mix of mundane topics and the intense intimacy they had just shared. The surrounding farms stretched out around them, a serene backdrop to their newfound love.
The hours passed as they explored each other's bodies, driven by a hunger that seemed insatiable. Ralf took him in every way he could think of, pushing boundaries and exploring new depths of pleasure. Each time they climaxed, it was as if they were discovering something new about themselves, something that only the other could unlock.
The fourth time Ralf fucked him, Steven felt his prostate being massaged with expert precision, the sensation so intense that he couldn't hold back his release. His body arched, and he cried out as he spilled onto the grass, with Ralf's sperm shooting into him as they came together. The intimacy was almost painful in its beauty, a shared moment that left them both trembling and gasping for breath.
In the quiet of the afternoon, they lay on a blanket under a shady tree, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Ralf had lost count of the times they had come, his cock now sore but still hungry for more. He watched as Steven took him in his mouth again, his eyes fluttering closed as the warmth and wetness enveloped him. Each suck was a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter what the world threw at them, they had this, this connection that was theirs and theirs alone.
But even in their passion, they knew that Marianne would be back soon. The thought of her return brought a mix of excitement and nerves. How would she feel about their day of unbridled lust? Would she be jealous, or would she understand that this was something they all needed?
Marianne pulled into the driveway just as they were finishing their walk, and she stepped out of the truck with a knowing smile on her face. "Hello, boys," she called out as she approached them, eyeing their continued nakedness that hadn't changed since the morning, her voice filled with a playful edge. In her hand, she held a small plastic bag saying "Ann Summers".
"I hope you've enjoyed your day," she said, holding up the bag. "Because now it's my turn after I have spent considerable time researching at Ann Summers and talking to a very helpful young man."
Steven and Ralf exchanged a look of surprise as Marianne's smile grew wider as she pulled out the strap-on, a sleek, black dildo attached to a shiny harness. "I've been thinking," she said, her eyes twinkling. "We've all been so focused on what Ralf needs, but what about what I need?" She stepped closer to them, her hips swaying with purpose. "I want to feel the power of taking both of you, claiming you as my own with my new twelve-inch friend that I'm going to fuck you both with until your prostate can't take it anymore."
Ralf's cock twitched at the sight of the toy; his curiosity piqued. He looked at Marianne, a mix of surprise and excitement playing across his features.
"Marianne," he began, his voice a little unsteady. "Are you sure?"
Marianne's smile was all the answer they needed. She stepped closer, "Oh, I'm sure," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Ralf, I want to see you lose control like I've never seen before, " as she started to undress in front of them both.
Ralf swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving the strap-on as Marianne carefully positioned it around her waist, adjusting the dildo until it stood proudly in front of her. She took a moment to appreciate the look of them both, their eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. Then, with a firm word, she directed Ralf to bend over the table as she coated the dildo with a generous amount of lubricant, the slick sound of it against the plastic only adding to the tension.
Steven watched Marianne also insert into herself a vibrator and when it was in place, she turned it on as she approached her husband, whose heart was racing with anticipation. He had never been taken this way before, and the thought of his wife being the one to do it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool wood of the table against his stomach as Marianne stepped behind him.
The tip of the dildo touched his entrance, and he tensed, bracing for the intrusion. Marianne's hands were gentle as she spread his cheeks, guiding the toy to his opening. She pushed, and for a moment, he felt the resistance of his body. And then, with a sudden give, he was filled. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made his knees buckle.
Marianne's hand was firm on his hip, holding him in place as she began to thrust in and out of him, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident with each stroke. "Does it feel good?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and excitement.
Ralf could only moan in response, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to process the new sensations. Steven watched from the sidelines, his cock hardening at the sight of Marianne in charge. He had never seen a man so vulnerable, and it was intoxicating.
Marianne's strokes grew deeper, her pace quickening as she found a rhythm that made Ralf's body respond. His moans grew louder, his hips rising to meet her each time she pushed into him. "You like that, don't you baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Ralf nodded, unable to form words. The pleasure was intense, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each thrust. Marianne reached around to stroke his cock, her movements matching the pace of her hips as she fucked him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
The yard was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving in a dance that was both erotic and intimate. Marianne leaned over, her breasts brushing against Ralf's back as she kissed his back.
The tension in Ralf's body grew until it was almost unbearable. He could feel Marianne's thighs tremble against his as she neared her climax. And then it hit him, a wave of pleasure so intense that he saw stars behind his closed eyelids that he screamed as he came hard, his body jerking, shooting his cum with such force, evidence that this was his first prostate orgasm. Marianne kept thrusting into Ralf as he kept pumping his seed until he was spent and exhausted and only when he stopped shooting, did his wife stop.
Marianne stood there for a moment, still inside her baby, panting and shaking, before Marianne gently pulled out. She stepped away, her hand caressing Ralf's back as he caught his breath. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "That was... amazing but you stay there for a while baby. I am not finished yet with you."
Marianne's smile was gentle as she looked at Steven, "You don't fuck guys, do you? I can see, though, that watching us just now has aroused you. What if I permitted you to fuck Ralf because I want to watch you."
Steven's eyes lit up with excitement, but he remained silent, unsure of how to respond to Marianne's sudden proposal. She stepped closer, her hand tracing the outline of his cock, "I want to see the love and passion between you two, I want to watch you claim each other."
Marianne's words were like a dam breaking, and Steven felt his last reservations melt away. He nodded eagerly, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, I want to," as he saw Ralf still bent over the table listening to the conversation, waiting patiently.
Marianne's lubed Steven's cock and watched the young man move towards Ralf's waiting hole.
Marianne watched, her desire growing as she saw the raw passion in Steven's eyes. "Why don't you show me how much you love Ralf?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Fuck him like you've always wanted to."
Steven didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind Ralf, who was still bent over the table, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Marianne's lubricated fingers had made sure he was ready for this moment, and he pushed into Ralf gently, feeling the tight warmth of his lover's body envelop him.
The first few strokes were slow, both men adjusting to the sensation of this new intimacy. Marianne's hand was still wrapped around Ralf's cock, her movements mirroring Steven's thrusts. "Look at me," she murmured to Ralf, her eyes locked on his. "Look at me while he takes you."
Ralf's gaze flickered up; his eyes glazed with lust as he watched Marianne's hand work him. His breath was ragged as Steven pushed deeper, filling him. The sight of Marianne watching them, her desire clear, only served to drive them both wild.
Marianne let go of Ralf's cock, her hands reaching around to trace the line of Steven's spine as he moved. "You're doing so well," she said, her voice low and encouraging. "But I want to feel that sweet ass of yours too."
Before Steven could react, Marianne had pushed him deeper into Ralf, her lubricated hand reaching around to spread his cheeks. With one swift movement, she pushed the strap-on into him, filling him in a way that was both surprising and incredible.
Now, with Marianne fucking him as he fucked Ralf, the three of them were locked in a delicious dance of pleasure. The table creaked under the pressure of their bodies, the sound a testament to the intensity of the moment.
Marianne's movements grew more urgent, her hips slamming into Steven with the strap-on cock as he continued to pound into Ralf. The friction of her vibrator inside her was driving her crazy, making her want to cum again as she continued to fuck Steven who was fucking Ralf. "Oh, God," she moaned, her nails digging into Steven's skin. "Keep going, baby. Make him cum for me."
Steven's eyes widened as he felt Marianne's grip tighten around his buttocks, her body tense against him from the vibrator deep inside her body as she thrust and pounded Steven with the strap-on. Steven could feel she was close, and the thought of her cumming with the aid of her toy was all it took to send him over the edge. He thrust into Ralf with everything he had, his orgasm building as Marianne's hand worked him in time with her thrusts.
Ralf's moans grew louder, his body shaking with pleasure as he felt both Steven's seed flooding him and Marianne thrusting his lover. He could feel his climax approaching, the pressure building with each movement. "I'm going to cum," he managed to gasp out, his voice barely audible.
Marianne leaned down, her breasts pressing against Steven's back as she whispered into his ear, "Do it. Cum for us, baby."
The words were like a command, and Ralf couldn't help but obey. His body tightened around Steven's cock, his seed spurting out as he reached his peak, splattering the wooden table and the ground in front of him. The sensation was unbearable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out and screaming yet again for the second time.
It was a remarkable sight as the three of them collapsed onto the table like falling dominoes, panting, and sated as they remained inside each other. Marianne leaned in to kiss both men, her lips moving from one to the other as she whispered her love. They were all in this together, bound by passion and love that transcended traditional boundaries and for the first time, Ralf appreciated the feeling of cum running out of his body and dribbling down his leg.
Marianne broke away from the kiss, a sly smile playing on her lips as she reached down to turn off the vibrator that was still nestled inside her. She pulled it out with a soft pop, and the sudden absence of its relentless buzz echoed through the yard like a silent promise of more to come. She sat down in a chair nearby, her legs spread wide, her juices dripping down her thighs as the toy hung from her hand.
Ralf was the first to speak up, his voice still shaky from his powerful release. "What about Monday?" he asked, his eyes darting between Marianne and Steven. "What are we going to do when we go back to work? I mean, we can't exactly keep this a secret."
Marianne chuckled softly, her fingers tracing idly along the leather of the chair she sat in. "Why wouldn't we keep it a secret?" No one knows what's happened and they don't need to know."
Ralf looked up at her, his eyes searching hers. "But what if someone finds out?" he asked, his voice a little unsure. "What then?"
Marianne's smile was knowing. "We'll deal with it," she said, her voice firm. "But for now, let's enjoy this. We've all found something special here and we still have tomorrow to deal with," as she took Ralf’s hand walking into the cabin, telling Steven to follow.
Steven looked at Ralf. Ralf looked at Steven and Marianne. "What's happening tomorrow?" Steven asked.
Marianne was first to answer. "It's Sunday and the weather is going to be even hotter than today, and I vote we continue fucking each other senseless in the full knowledge that not many folks around here know what a ménage à trois is let alone how to spell it."
