Jen asked me to write a story for her. I know some of this is true and some of it is what she would like to happen.

My girlfriend Carol knew I was on the hunt as soon as I called her.

“What’s the matter girl – have you run out of batteries?”

“Well believe it or not, no. But I need a real man. Since Charlie’s been out of town, I’ve been getting more and more frustrated and there are some things only flesh and blood can do – and one of them is make me cum.”

Charlie was away for work, some inter-state business. I was expecting him back in a couple of days, but not unusually, he’d had his diary changed on him and he would have to stay away another week. I was seriously disappointed, but not in him – I knew how important his work was and it enabled us to liver very well so I had no complaints, other than my desire to have him in my bed, fulfilling my naughty fantasies.

Carol and I had often gone out together and she knew how I was when Charlie was out of town. We’d shared our most intimate stories together and we’d double-teamed on more than one occasion. We made a date to go out that night to a local bar that was fun and sophisticated but also known as a place for singles to go – somewhere up-market for conversation, dancing and hooking up rather than a drinking den.

I took a lot of care to get ready, making myself feel good but dressing so that I gave off the right vibrations. I had a bath, trimmed my pussy, did my make-up and hair and chose my outfit. I had a new Wicked Weasel dress to wear, mid length but with no back to it at all and flowing down from the waist in a semi-see-through fabric. There was no chance to wear a bra with it which suited me fine. My breasts weren’t massive and supported themselves well and my cleavage showed clearly. The fabric hid how much my nipples stuck out unless you were close-up – which I really hoped some lucky guy would be. The skirt had slits in it that went high up. I could have gone commando without getting busted but I liked the idea of letting a gentleman remove them for me, so I wore a lacy Wicked Weasel thong instead, the thin string between my legs teasing my arse and parting my pussy lips, making me wet both with the thought of what might happen as well as with the friction.

I called Charlie before I went out and gave him a view of what I’d be wearing.

“Oh wow,” he said. “You really want to make me pay for staying away so long, don’t you? Well, it serves me right I guess, but you go out and enjoy yourself. Tell me all about it tomorrow.”

Charlie and I had an understanding, built over many years and stemming from an arrangement we’d discussed and agreed when we knew our work would sometimes mean we had to be apart for several days or weeks. As long as we told each other what we’d been doing, we could see and fuck whoever we liked. We were always honest and the new experiences we’d had brought something special into our own sex-life. We learnt new tricks and we relived our outside adventures when we met up again, making the return sex extra-special and confirming that we knew and satisfied each other more than any one-night stand could disrupt.

I put on my heels, grabbed a wrap and my purse and got a taxi to the bar. The taxi driver looked at me twice and by the look on his face, I’d got the mood just right. Smart and elegant enough to be attractive, clothes revealing enough and attitude sufficient to be available, just slutty enough to get the right result. I saw him watching me in his mirror, so just for fun, I adjusted the strips of cloth covering my breasts, giving him a little flash of my nipple. It gave me such a thrill to see his eyes widen that my pussy tingled – I do love showing off when I’m in the mood! And if the bar didn’t deliver, maybe I could persuade the return taxi driver to go off the meter.

Even my girlfriend was impressed when I got into the bar and we greeted each other with a hug. “Dear God Jen, you don’t really need me riding shot-gun do you? You’re dressed to kill, girl.”

“Why thank you kind madam,” I said. “You’re not doing so badly yourself.” Carol was dressed in a low cut short-sleeved blouse paired with jeans and heels. With her wavy red hair, she was giving off a sort of gypsy/hippy vibe and had accessorised to match. Like me, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra as the blouse was really too small for her and porna her boobs were straining the cloth.

“That dress is going to get you into a lot of trouble – that’s a serious amount of side-boob showing you know,” Carol knew I didn’t have as much as her to show but I was pleased she’d noticed.

“Side-boob? I’ve not heard that before. But I’m definitely interested in the right kind of trouble. I’m hungry for other things though. Let’s get a pitcher of margarita and order some food?”

We enjoyed the mild buzz of the alcohol and had a nice meal as we eyed up the crowd – not too busy but with a couple of likely looking businessmen sitting at a nearby table. They were cute, maybe a little younger than us, maybe in their early 40s, but they were definitely interested and looked over at us a lot. I guess we weren’t too surprised when a couple of drinks were brought across to us by the barman, compliments of the guys. I thought of Charlie and imagined that he might be in a bar like this one, sending a drink to some lucky gorgeous girl – or maybe 2? We were just about ready to order our desserts so Carol signalled them to come and join us. When they got up to walk over, I hoped I wasn’t dreaming – they were both slim and athletic looking, the dark haired one shorter and strongly built and the taller, blond a little thinner. I wondered which one Carol would go for; I would have been happy with either. They were casually dressed, shirts open a few buttons and chinos. Blondie had loafers with no socks – not a huge fetish of mine but definitely a turn on.

We made space for them, Blondie sitting next to Carol and Shortie next to me. I poured drinks for them and we chatted for a while. As I’d guessed, they were in town for business meetings. Shortie complimented me on my dress – well, a bit more than a compliment. He made it very clear that he liked what I was wearing and what it showed. He picked the fabric off my leg and felt it before putting it back and leaving his hand just above my knee; I certainly wasn’t going to complain. The split in the dress meant that most of my thigh was exposed so I rested my free hand on his and sort-of-encouraged him to explore a little more. My pussy was appreciating the attention and I could feel my nipples stiffen. I made sure he noticed when I adjusted my top – not as much as I had in the taxi, but just enough to keep him staring.

We were all getting on well. We’d finished our desserts and refreshed our drinks and the band was just setting up to play when Carol’s phone rang. She took the call and said she’d have to bail out early. Her daughter was needing her for something. I knew it wasn’t an excuse – we’d double dated before and I could tell she was getting on well with tall Blondie but she had been having a difficult time with her daughter and she needed support. I told her I’d be fine and that she should go – I’d catch up with her later. The two guys were perfect gentlemen. They were all ready to say they’d leave if I needed to go with Carol or felt uncomfortable with them but I said absolutely not – I didn’t tell them what I had in mind but I said I definitely wanted to stay and dance a little once the band had started if they were up for it. They nodded enthusiastically – like a couple of over-eager puppies. We all said goodbye to Carol handshakes and cheek kisses from the boys and a hug and double kiss from me. “Do everything that I would do, Jen,” she whispered.

“That was never in doubt,” I replied.

My only dilemma now was which guy I should focus my attention on. I decided to let the evening decide. We juggled the seats again so we were facing the band and the small dance-floor. I sat in the middle, sandwiched between Shortie on my right and Blondie on my left. I now had a hand on each of my legs, gently stroking, moving north and easing my legs apart. The WW dress was perfect in allowing them access. When I leaned forward to get my drink, I was aware that my dress ballooned a little and the boys turned their heads to see my breasts as they appeared from behind the cloth which was barely covering them. I really got a kick out of showing the boys my nipples in such a public setting, knowing that anyone else who was looking could get an eyeful as well.

By the look of things, the boys were getting the message. I could see the start of some very nice looking bulges in their chinos altyazılı porn and their hands grasped my thighs a little more strongly. I really wasn’t sure which of the guys I preferred at this stage. They’d both been showing me some very welcome attention and neither had seemed disappointed when Carol had left. I’d chatted more with Shortie, but Blondie hadn’t admitted defeat and wandered off to find someone else. Was it possible that I could take both of them? I decided to set another test. “Now the band’s got started, let’s dance?” My legs were quivering already and I needed to get them straight before – and still if – we took the party home.

Both the boys escorted me to the small dance-floor, one holding each of my hands. My dress wasn’t really built for dancing. At every step, my boobs threatened to appear from either the front or the sides of the strips of fabric coming from round my neck to the dress’s waistline. And the flowing hemline with the high slits up the sides was exposing my legs almost up to my thong panties. Fortunately, the spotlights were on the band and the bar lights were dimmed so it wasn’t easy for anyone who wasn’t on the dancefloor to see what I was showing. That didn’t stop me feeling excited as I felt the cool air on my skin as the boys twirled me around. I felt their hands in mine, then on my naked back as they held me. First close, then spinning away, then passing me from one to the other. Were they this familiar with working as a double act? They seemed very equally matched and equally attentive to the moves I made. They were good dancers and made me feel better than I really am as well.

The song ended and we went back to the table to finish the margarita pitcher and cool off. I took another decision. I couldn’t choose, so I made a proposal. “Shall we order some more drinks here or would you like to go on to my place for a swim and a drink?”

No choice to be made; both of the boys seemed keen to go and stood up. One of them ordered a taxi while the other went to the bar and got the bill. Blondie helped put he wrap over my shoulders and he escorted me to the door where Shortie had already got the taxi and opened the door for us. The three of us got in, me in the middle. It wasn’t too much of a squeeze but I felt nicely supported by two powerful men, wedging me in my seat. I put a hand on each of their thighs and felt their strong muscles.

I turned to Shortie and leaned my head into him. Our lips met and the tips of our tongues began to touch, exploring each other. Kissing has always been a favourite form of foreplay for me and he was good at keeping me guessing, teasing me by probing just enough. His hand left my knee to go to my neck, tracing down the edge of the dress as it went over my collar bone and down. His hand was now under the dress and cupping my breast, squeezing my nipple. We remained like that for several breaths until Blondie prompted; “My turn now,” he said.

Blondie was direct and forceful. His spare hand came round to hold my head as he kissed me and his tongue went between my lips. He mashed his lips against me and then allowed me to explore him whilst his fingers curled in my hair and held me to him. My pussy was on fire!

As his mouth left me and I breathed again, I saw the taxi driver looking in his mirror at me. As much as it had excited me to flash the previous cabbie my nipple, it excited me more for this one to see me making out with not one, but two guys. My heart beat rapidly as I caught my breath. “We’re not far now,” I said. I moved my hands higher up their legs and felt two very nice erections straining against the boys’ chinos. “But still a little way to go though,” I continued as I squeezed them both and was rewarded by a twitch from each of them. This was fun! I thought of Charlie again and wondered if he was getting as lucky. I’d have some fun telling him of my evening.

We got to my house and the boys helped me out of the taxi. I marched ahead of them – more soberly than I thought I’d be – and opened the door, throwing my wrap and purse onto the hallstand and kicking my heels off. The pool’s out the back and drinks are in the fridge,” I called out. “Make yourselves comfortable and I’ll grab some towels.” I felt like teasing the boys some more so I went into the bedroom, got out of my Wicked Weasel dress türk porno and draped it over the chair. My thong panties were soaked. I saved those – Charlie would want to see them. Rather than skinny dip, I got out my favourite green tie-sided Wicked Weasel bikini. I adjusted it so it was high on my hips and just a little loose in the top. I checked in the mirror and my nipples were very erect – it wouldn’t take much for them to fall out of the top now I’d loosened it so that was perfect. I reached inside the bra and gave my nipples a squeeze, just to please myself but also hoping that the boys would follow suit later.

I got the towels and walked through to join the boys at the pool, switching the “atmosphere” lights on – they were swimming in their boxer shorts and chatting so I got a drink they seemed to be used to working with each other and they overlapped beautifully so that we were dry in no time. They dropped the towels and I led them into the house and to the guest bedroom where a king-sized bed with fresh sheets lay waiting.

I don’t know why, since I had hold of two very stiff and very attractive cocks, but I suddenly felt very shy and very exposed, naked in every sense of the word, unsure of my body, unsure of what to do next, unsure if these handsome guys would help me live out my fantasies, unsure if Charlie… – and then I heard Charlie in my ear “You can do this, girl.”

Blondie must have sensed something. “What is it, Jen?” He said. “What is it you want? Is it this?” He dipped his head to place a kiss on my nipple, raised now with little goosebumps as well as with excitement. His tongue circled it and his lips gently sucked on it. I felt Shortie doing the same thing to my other breast, the two guys working together. “Move your legs apart please,” Blondie said as his hand went between my legs to cover my pussy, stroking through the trimmed hairs and finding the crease between my lips, his fingers spreading them and sliding in the moisture that was now flowing freely.

Shortie was sucking hard on my nipple and his hand was all over my bum, cupping it, finding the join between my thigh and my arse cheek, then his fingers reaching round to feel my cunt opening from behind, sliding into the opening and drawing up to my tight brown hole. I clenched my bum, trapping his fingers; I instinctively squeezed their cocks and pulled on them, beginning to stroke them and masturbate them as if I was a teenager giving her first tentative hand job.

We continued like this for a little while, the boys stimulating me, me pulling their cocks. I didn’t realise that they were manoeuvring me closer to the edge of the bed until my calves touched the mattress and I found myself being pushed backwards and supported as I was laid down on the bed and I had to let go of their cocks. The boys then separated from me. Blondie went to the foot of the bed and firmly pushed my knees apart, sinking his fingers into my pussy and starting to fuck me with his fingers. Shortie came to kneel beside me at my head and held me so that his cock was right in front of my eyes. There was no doubt what he wanted. He stroked his cock, pulling his foreskin back to expose the purple mushroom head and show me how wet it was from his precum. He shuffled forwards and I leaned my head to reach him, opening my mouth and stretching my tongue out. Just as I got him onto my tongue, Blondie pushed hard against my G-spot and I cried out, opening my mouth wide and Shortie pushed into me. God it felt wonderful – a thick cock in my mouth and fingers stretching my pussy! I was so close to cumming. I writhed against Blondie’s fingers and tried to give Shortie a good blow-job at the same time. He was thrusting into my mouth gently and deeply, almost making me gag but definitely stimulating my saliva glands to coat his cock. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, pinching and pulling at my nipples, almost painfully as he forced them into full length.

I moaned – oh my god how I moaned – as Blondie expertly brought me to orgasm. I could feel my pussy creaming up and hear the squelching as his fingers stretched my lips apart and his hand slapped against my wet opening. Shortie pulled out of my mouth to let me scream. Blondie kept his hand on me to let my shaking legs calm down. I raised myself on my elbows and looked down towards him, first at his face and eyes, which had the look of the devil about them, then down over his smooth, almost hairless chest to his prick, now fully rampant and pointing to the ceiling. I turned to Shortie who was already climbing off the bed. Was that the end of my fun? Surely they would want to cum?