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For lack of a better description, Zoe had been dating Eric and Rafael for a couple of years. Yes, they were a gay married couple, but they obviously were bisexual in practice. As far as Zoe was concerned, if the guys wanted to use her for an occasional tryst, she was good with it.

Zoe knew Eric and Rafael through mutual friends and she also knew them to swing both ways. In fact, since they steadily hooked up with her girlfriends, Lauren and Kayla, Zoe wasn’t quite sure they were really gay.

The first time they called seemed friendly enough, inviting her to hang out with them, watch a flick, smoke and drink. They called together on the phone. She thought it was kind of cute.

Neither guy propositioned her on the phone. Zoe figured that Rafael and Eric just wanted a casual, friendly get-together. The night was rather pleasant, as Zoe was a little high on wine and weed, until they both started to come on to her.

“Hey, what’s up?” Zoe complained, “You think I’m some kind of slut?”

“Oh, no, we think you’re a nice person …”

“…And really kinda hot.”

“We just like you…That’s all.”

They finished each other sentences. The first time Zoe made out with them, her neck ached from swiveling to the guy on one side and then the other, but she really liked the way they smelled good, much more savory and cleaner than straight men.

The first time she fucked them they took turns on her, as she lay between them in their bed. Zoe was thrilled to be the queen bee, the center of attention. The boys liked Zoe to suck their dicks, of course, and screwing was effortless, as she spread her pussy lips for Eric’s short, fat penis almost immediately after she welcomed Rafael’s long, brown rod. She never needed to remind them to use a condom, and they sometimes used three or four with her on a given night.

The first few times she fucked Eric and Rafael in the pitch dark bedroom and she drove home—sweaty and squishy—in the wee hours. After a half dozen nights with the guys over the course of a few months they invited her to stay the night. That was when she started to get naked in front of them and relaxed about peeing, showering, and sleeping late the next morning.

Both gay studs were attentive and passionate lovers, talented at foreplay as well as fornication, but neither one was too keen on going down on her, perhaps understandably. Yet, if she asked, “Lick my pussy lips, please,” they dutifully complied.

In the early stages of dating the duo Zoe never saw them kiss, much less get it on with one another. After more than a year of double-penetration of Zoe, Rafael and Eric started sucking cock and fucking ass in front of her, making her dates with them true threesomes.

Zoe hooked up with a couple of different guys during her two years of liaisons with Raffie and Eric. altyazılı porno The funny thing is that her boyfriends didn’t know about her gay fuck-buddies, but she told them all about the guys she dated. It crossed her mind that she was falling in love with them, which was crazy.

Eventually, Zoe started coming over to the guys’ apartment every Saturday evening, a standing date, and staying for Sunday morning breakfast. Eric was a gourmet cook.

Rather than becoming routine and boring, their sexual escapades got more erotic and even kinky. She insisted on swallowing their semen—Rafael was salty and Eric was creamy—and she liked giving them rim jobs. Zoe had previously only enjoyed eating out girls’ assholes.

One day, unexpectedly, Eric called in the middle of the week. “There’s something we would like to talk to you about,” he said ominously.

“Sure, honey,” a term of endearment which she had long since called each of them.

“Maybe you’ve heard us mention that we want to have kids,” Rafael spoke first.

“We’ve thought about the different options—adoption, invitro, surrogacy—and we agree that we both want to have our own biological children.”

Zoe should have seen where this conversation was leading, but she was nonetheless surprised when Eric said, “And we want you to be the mother.”

Dumbstruck, Zoe made an unintelligible sound instead of any formed word, as Rafael continued, “We already love you, you have good genes, and you would make a great mother.”

Eric added, “We would want you to live here with us and raise the kids with us, of course.”

After an extended period of silence, Zoe asked, “Are we talking harvesting my eggs or a turkey baster?”

The gay husbands laughed in harmony. “We were thinking the old-fashioned way,” Rafael said with a wry smile.

“Well, I love fucking you guys,” Zoe began, “but this is a whole ‘nother thing.”

“We’ll take care of all the expenses, your health care, everything.”

“You want me to give birth or do you want a full-time nanny?” Zoe snapped.

“No, of course not,” Rafael said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“How will we distinguish between yours, mine, and ours?”

“The first time you’ll screw me without a condom until you get pregnant,” Rafael said, adding, “We flipped a coin.”

“Then, we figured we’d wait a year and then you could go bareback with me till you get pregnant again.” Eric spoke with self-satisfaction.

“Do I get a say?”

“Of course,” the gay hunks sang in unison.

“Two years between babies,” Zoe said. “I don’t want to be breastfeeding while I’m pregnant.” Then she wrinkled her brow and asked, “Why stop at two?”

The married men shrugged and laughed. Raffie said quietly, “Let’s take things one step at a time.”

Eric cut to the zenci porno chase: “What do you say?”

“I’m saying yes,” Zoe held up her hand and held them off from hugs and kisses. “But I have conditions.”

“Which are what?” Rafael was worried.

“”I won’t be your brood mare,” said Zoe. “What you’re talking about is a marriage.”

“We’re already married…legally,” said Eric.

“So, just bring me in as a third spouse,” she said this as if it were simple, easy, or even legal.

“How do we do that?” Rafael wondered.

“You marry me in Connecticut,” she pointed at Rafael. “And you marry me in New York,” she pointed at Eric. “Then you’re legal in Massachusetts and we’re three bigamists everywhere else.”

“Then what happens to the kids when we get busted?” Eric wanted to know.

“We won’t,” Zoe said with a laugh of pure conviction. “Ever heard of polyamory? It’s different from polygamy ’cause it’s usually the lady who has two or three husbands.”

“But still,” Rafael insisted, “It’s illegal here, there, and everywhere.”

“Until a class action suit gets to the Supreme Court.” Zoe paused to vape some cannabis, letting the white cloud swirl around her head.

Eric thought the vapor cloud made her look angelic. “Just like same-sex marriage,” he nodded.

“Marriage equality is whatever loving people say it is,” Zoe told two people who needed no explanation. “Whether it’s two men, two women, a man and a woman, or three or four people or whatever.”

“I’m still afraid of the FBI or the family values police raiding our apartment and taking us away in handcuffs,” Rafael disagreed.

“Ha!” Zoe laughed. “You guys are legal…I’ll be the outlaw.”

Eric had actually thought this all out. “But they won’t bust the mother without getting the lefties and the righties all up in arms. We’ll get evangelicals and feminists on the same page.”

“And another thing,” Zoe wagged her finger at both Eric and Raffie. “This apartment is an adult’s crib. It’s no place for a children.”

“We’ll buy you a house,” Rafael said innocently.

“Oh, no, we’ll buy us a house,” Zoe insisted. “This will be an equal relationship.”

“A true partnership,” Eric agreed.

Rafael cut to the chase, “Well, are you up for this?”

“It’s a deal,” Zoe said in a husky voice, as if imitating a stereotypical male. She extended her hand to shake. Then she grabbed the two by the neck and peppered the duo with kisses. “Listen, guys, I know you’re in the primary committed relationship.” She choked up. “But I really love you guys.”

“Well,” Eric responded. “Why do you think we’re asking you to do this? We love you, too,”

Zoe’s already damp crotch was now soaked.

“One kid will be half-white and half-Latinx and the other will be half-white aldatma porno and half-Asian,” Zoe pondered aloud. “What about gender?”

Eric smirked ironically, “Let nature take its course, either boys or girls are good.”

“God’s will,” Rafael joked. “Let it be.”

“Last name?” she asked Eric.

“Lu-Alvarez,” Rafael answered.

“Harumpf!” Zoe interjected. “We hafta get Corbett in there somewhere.”

The guys said sure, but nobody was quite sure how to figure out three last names, much less baby first names yet.

The next weekend the surrogate mother turned polyamorous wife expected her bi lovers to treat her to a celebratory orgy. Zoe brought a suitcase instead of an overnight bag, since Eric and Rafael invited her stay over from Friday night through Monday morning.

“Keep the condoms on, boys,” Zoe sang as she glided through the door. “We can’t start breeding until I’m ovulating in a couple weeks.”

Before dinner, Zoe snogged with her boy toys on the couch, all three bare bottomed, she furiously rubbing her clitoris while blowing both Eric and Rafael, hands free, and swallowing their hot cream with rambunctious gulps.

Zoe stuffed herself with Eric’s delicious veggie burritos, refried beans, rice, and guacamole.

While Eric licked her Venus and Rafael sucked and tugged her firm, big nippled tits, Zoe declared, “I want the children raised vegan, okay?” They nodded and grunted agreement, respectively.

In bed, they double-penetrated her rather than taking turns, Eric drilling her ass while Rafael filled her cunt. She shrieked in multiple orgasms throughout, a far cry from her tightly controlled quieter responses in their earlier hookups.

The night ended with Eric and Rafael enraptured in sixty-nine embrace. The sight of their lovemaking so excited their soon-to-be baby mama that she crawled all over them, licking, sucking, and kissing their nipples, balls, ass cracks, armpits, and slime-covered cocks.

The marathon erotica engulfed the trio for the next two days and nights, filling the lady’s pussy and ass, the boys’ asses, and a dozen used condoms. They showered together, ate drank, and smoked together, peed together, and binge-watched Orange Is the New Black, This Is Us, and Queer Eye.

Overnight Sunday-Monday, Zoe got her period. “Uh-oh!” The boys thought that the party was over, but their oversexed fuck-buddy informed them otherwise.

“Now, you can prove your manhood…and your love,” she said, pulling the string on a rusty tampon and holding up to show them. “If you can fuck through the blood.”

“Like the smell? Get used to it, my rainbow lovers,” she crooned before the sheer naughty, kinky, eroticism overtook her and she howled like a wolf till all three of them came together, Rafael in Eric and Eric in Zoe.

In the grand finale, Zoe spread her vaginal wings and invited her future husbands to eat her menses right out of her twat and they did.

“True love finds a way, even for gay men to get to like cunnilingus.”

Zoe knew she was making the right choice for her life.

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