I remember that night vividly, the way my heart pounded with a blend of apprehension and raw anticipation as I sat in our dimly lit living room. My husband had orchestrated the whole thing earlier that day, texting me the details about the two guys he'd selected—Lars and Søren—before he left to spend the evening with one of his girlfriends. He knew my desires inside out, understood that I needed something raw and overwhelming to satisfy the itch he'd been teasing for weeks. The house echoed with silence without him there, but that void amplified the electric buzz in the air, a secret indulgence he was granting me while he chased his own pleasures elsewhere.


They showed up precisely at 9 PM, their knock firm but not aggressive on the front door. I answered in a sleek black dress that clung to my body like a second skin, the fabric whispering against my bare thighs since I'd skipped underwear entirely, embracing the vulnerability. Lars was the taller one, standing over six feet with a lean, athletic build and a warm, disarming grin that lit up his blue eyes. Søren was more compact, powerfully muscled from what looked like years of manual labor, his gaze dark and intense as it roamed over me from head to toe. We exchanged pleasantries in the hallway—simple nods and smiles—before I ushered them inside, grabbing a bottle of red wine from the kitchen to pour generous glasses. The small talk started light: what they did for work (Lars in tech, Søren in construction), favorite spots in the city, a few laughs about the unusual setup. But beneath it all simmered the unspoken heat; I caught glimpses of the growing outlines in their jeans, and it sent a warm flush straight to my core, my pussy already growing slick with need.


It took maybe half an hour for the pretense to fade. Lars placed his glass on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch, his rough palm sliding up my thigh, fingertips tracing the edge of the dress. 'Your husband mentioned you'd be eager for this,' he said in a low, gravelly voice with a faint Danish accent that made my skin tingle. I met his eyes and nodded, leaning in to capture his mouth in a deep kiss. His lips were demanding, tongue probing mine with confidence as Søren moved in from the other side, his breath hot against my ear before he nipped at my neck. Their touches grew bolder—Lars's hand squeezing my breast through the thin material, thumb circling my hardening nipple, while Søren tugged the hem of my dress higher, exposing the curve of my ass and dipping fingers between my legs to find me wet and ready.


The wine glasses were abandoned as we stumbled toward the bedroom, a trail of discarded items marking our path—my dress pooling at my feet in the hallway, leaving me completely nude and shivering slightly in the cooler air. Lars peeled off his shirt, unveiling a chiseled torso dusted with light hair, and Søren followed, his broader frame rippling with definition that spoke of raw strength. When they shoved down their pants, I froze for a second, my pulse thundering. Their cocks were enormous, the largest and thickest I'd ever laid eyes on, hanging heavy between their legs even semi-hard. Lars's was impressively long, at least nine inches, veined and straight with a girth that promised to stretch me wide. Søren's matched in length but surpassed in thickness, the shaft so girthy it looked almost intimidating, the bulbous head already glistening with a bead of precum. I sank to my knees on the plush bedroom carpet, mesmerized, my hands reaching out instinctively to grasp them both, feeling the heat and pulse under my palms.


I began with Lars, trailing my tongue along the underside of his length, savoring the musky flavor as I lapped from root to tip. He let out a deep rumble, his fingers weaving into my hair to guide me gently. I parted my lips and took him inside, my jaw aching from the effort to envelop his thickness, cheeks hollowing as I sucked with fervor, my head moving in steady rhythm. Søren stood close, fisting his own massive cock, and I alternated my attention, stroking him firmly while I worked Lars's shaft with my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin as I switched to Søren, struggling to fit his wider head past my teeth, gagging softly when he urged deeper but pushing through the discomfort for the thrill. Lars knelt beside me then, his mouth on my collarbone, teeth grazing my skin while his hand rolled my nipple between fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.


They lifted me onto the king-sized bed, propping my hips with soft pillows to angle me just right. Lars positioned himself first between my spread thighs, dragging the fat head of his cock through my soaked folds, coating himself in my arousal. I was drenched, my inner walls fluttering in eager wait. 'Tell me you want it,' he commanded softly, and I breathed out a desperate yes, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him closer. He eased in gradually, the initial breach a sharp burn of fullness—his size splitting me open, inch by relentless inch, until he was seated fully, his heavy balls pressed to my skin. I cried out, clutching his shoulders as he began to move, slow drags turning into powerful thrusts that rocked the mattress, each one grinding against my most sensitive spots and making my vision blur.


Søren climbed up to straddle my upper body, dangling his thick cock over my face. I opened wide, drawing him in as Lars continued pounding below, my moans muffled around the invading girth. The symphony of our bodies filled the room: the wet smack of Lars's hips against mine, the slurping sounds from my mouth on Søren, their grunts mingling with my whimpers. Sweat slicked their skin, droplets landing on my chest as the intensity built. They swapped places after what felt like an eternity of building pressure—Søren sliding into my pussy with a force that made me arch off the bed, his extra thickness creating an exquisite pressure that bordered on pain but tipped into ecstasy. He rutted deep and hard, his hands pinning my thighs wide, while Lars fed his long cock down my throat, the tip bumping the back as I swallowed around him.


We rearranged again, me on hands and knees facing the headboard. Lars took up position behind, his palms gripping my hips as he slammed home in one swift motion, the impact jarring through me and making my breasts sway. Søren knelt ahead, and I dove onto his cock, sucking with abandon, strings of spit connecting us when I pulled back for air. The rhythm was hypnotic—Lars's relentless drives from the rear, Søren's subtle thrusts into my mouth—my body caught in the middle, trembling as climax coiled tight in my belly. Lars delivered a few sharp slaps to my ass cheeks, the sting blooming into heat that heightened everything, drawing a clench from my pussy that had him cursing under his breath.


But they weren't done pushing boundaries. 'We want to fill you completely,' Søren murmured, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. They guided me onto my side, Lars lying behind me while Søren faced me from the front. Lars lifted my top leg, rubbing his slick cock against my entrance before pushing back inside my pussy, the familiarity of his size making me gasp. Søren joined him there, pressing the head of his even thicker shaft alongside Lars's, both of them working to breach me together. It was agonizingly slow at first—the stretch was unreal, my pussy lips parting wide around their combined girth, a burning fullness that had me panting and clawing at the sheets. 'Breathe through it,' Lars whispered in my ear, his hand stroking my clit to ease the way. Inch by inch, they sank in, their cocks sliding against each other inside me, the friction intense for all of us. I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending firing as they bottomed out together, their balls nestled against me. They started moving in tandem, shallow at first then deeper, the dual penetration making obscene squelching sounds as my juices eased their path. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, the pressure on my g-spot doubled, building to a shattering orgasm that left me shaking, my walls milking them both in rhythmic spasms.


Not satisfied with just that, they shifted for the classic double penetration. Still on my side, Søren withdrew carefully, his cock shining with my wetness, and moved to my rear while Lars stayed buried in my pussy. Søren coated his fingers with lube from the nightstand—my husband had thought of everything—and worked them into my ass, one then two, scissoring to prepare me. I moaned at the dual sensations, Lars's slow rocks keeping me on edge. When Søren replaced his fingers with his thick head, pressing past the tight ring, I bit my lip against the sharp intrusion. He went gentle, letting me adjust to the fullness of cock in both holes, the thin wall between them allowing me to feel every twitch and thrust. Once I relaxed, they synced up—Lars pulling out as Søren pushed in, then reversing—creating a seamless, overwhelming rhythm that had me sobbing with pleasure. Their hands roamed: Søren pinching my nipples, Lars rubbing my clit, the overload sending me into another climax, my body convulsing around them.


We collapsed briefly, catching our breaths in a sweaty heap, but the night wasn't over. I straddled Søren next, lowering onto his massive cock reverse cowgirl style, feeling him spear deep as I rocked my hips, grinding down to take him fully. Lars stood on the bed in front of me, and I leaned forward to suck him clean of our mingled fluids, my tongue swirling around his length. Søren's hands gripped my ass, spreading me as he thrust up, the angle hitting new depths. They coaxed me into another position soon after—me on all fours again, but this time both focusing on my pussy once more for that simultaneous vaginal stretch. Lars entered first, then Søren squeezed in beside him, the double vaginal penetration even more intense the second time, my body more pliant but still quivering from the sheer size. They fucked me like that, alternating who led the thrusts, until I was a mess of cries and shudders, cumming hard around their joined cocks.


The peaks kept coming. Søren flipped me onto my back, driving into my ass while Lars claimed my pussy again for a final round of double penetration, their bodies sandwiching mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together. The fullness in both entrances was mind-blowing, their grunts growing animalistic as they chased release. I came one last time, stars bursting behind my eyelids, just as Søren tensed and erupted in my ass, hot spurts filling me deep. Lars followed seconds later, pulling out to stroke himself and paint my stomach and breasts with thick ropes of cum, marking me thoroughly.

We lay entangled for a while after, the room heavy with the scent of sex, our breaths slowing in the quiet. Lars and Søren were attentive, fetching water and chatting softly about how incredible it had been, even joking lightly about my husband's matchmaking skills. They dressed eventually, planting goodbye kisses on my forehead before slipping out into the night with vague hints of future meetups.


Alone again, I stretched out on the rumpled sheets, my body aching in the best way—sore pussy and ass throbbing from the double and simultaneous invasions, cum drying on my skin. I snapped a quick photo for my husband, texting him the highlights. His response came fast: a thumbs up and a heart, followed by 'Sounds like you had the time of your life. Can't wait to hear more.' I smiled, drifting off into satisfied sleep, already replaying every stretched, filled moment in my mind.