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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Strangely nothing about our planned liaison is mentioned during the next half hour and suddenly I’m wondering if they’ve gone off the idea. I was a little forceful I suppose. So I alter my attitude a little - tone the sass down, if that is even possible given the dress I’m wearing. Instead of flirting, I ask about them just as they did me - jobs, interests, that sort of thing. I venture to ask who the girl was. Apparently she is Matthew’s ex - they have a child together. Whatever the case maybe, Matthew is mine tonight and so is Ben. She won’t be a feature.
Suddenly Ben looks shocked and recoils visibly. I turn to see what’s caught his attention and to my horror see my errant snot of a husband looming over our table.
‘There!’ he says, casting his wedding ring into Matt’s beer. ‘Good luck with her too! Fucking vengeful bitch.’
‘What the fuck! What did he throw in my beer? Who was that?’ exclaims Matt, gazing into his fizzing glass as behind him the door slams shut.
‘Erm...my ex? And that in your glass is his wedding ring, I think.’
‘Oh shit!’
‘Fuck!’
They look like they’re both about to bolt, so I scramble to reassure.
‘You needn’t worry about him. He’s a coward. The only thing you do need to worry about is which of my holes you’re going to fill. I’ve three and there’s only two of you. So it’s gonna be a busy night.’
This seems to refocus them.
‘Think I’m done with this beer,’ Matt chuckles. ‘Let’s get this one home mate and fill her up.’
They both stand to leave and my pussy clenches strongly in anticipation. Outside the air is cool and a breeze piles in from across the sea. I don't feel it though. Between the gin and the two men who are suddenly pressed against me, kissing, dry humping and hands roaming, I’m a heated puddle of want in no time. Absent mindedly, I wonder if Harvey has stayed around in the car park to see if I really will go home with them. I hope he has. I suspect they do too.
Matthew’s hand caresses my thigh. Then so does Ben’s. Fingers trail tantalisingly towards my gusset and after teasing my clit through fabric, they boldly stroke beneath. I close my eyes and surrender to my fantasy realised. Two men. Their big strong hands coaxing more wetness from me. Stirring my honey pot, licking their fingers like it’s ambrosia. I want them to go down on me, but we should go. It’s time and I’m oh so fucking doing this.
‘Take me to your place,’ I say breathlessly. ‘Now.’
Playfully, Ben throws me across his shoulder and smacks my ass. I shriek of course, knowing full well it will get their already engorged dicks harder. I wonder if they are at the leaking stage yet. I smirk in the dark...they will be soon. I’ll make sure of it.
Ben’s place is a few minutes walk away. It’s quite well laid out. The garden is landscaped. The ceilings are high. Tasteful artwork lines the walls. Here and there are quirky elements, like the vivarium in the corner housing his two pet lizards, the electric guitar mounted on the wall and the extensive collection of cacti housed inside a bookcase that only contains two actual books.
‘Would you like a drink Lydia?’ one of them asks.
I don’t answer. At least not in words. I just lead them both by the hand to the sofa and push them down. My lips find one of my vikings and my hand dips inside the other’s trousers. We kiss as my thumb swirls Ben’s self lubed cock. It is heavenly. Satin soft. Intricately veined. Thick with a proud, defined tip. That weeping piece of sin is going to feel so good when it slips inside me...but the question is, where?
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