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My Two New Lovers

12/5/2005

It has been a long, long day at the factory. I had to work the
hardest job on the line by myself with no one to trade off
with like it is usually supposed to go. We were short handed
because flu season has hit...with a vengeance. I am literally
dragging myself to the car. Just as I sit my butt on the seat,
my cell goes off. I grab it out of my purse, see that it’s my
sister, Missy. She is recently divorced, and we have started
hanging out together like we used to when we were teenagers.
I am newly single myself after 14 years. Tonight the ex gets
the kids...so I am going to have the weekend to myself. My
sister has been going to bars and doing Karaoke and things
with the girls from her work...and I usually beg off. I am
not the bar scene kind of girl. I used to go and have a couple
of drinks after work with my own friends...but haven’t
since I had the kids. She asks me what kind of day I had and
I tell her. I say that I just want to get home, take a long hot
bath, and go to bed. She tells me to go home, take the long
hot bath...and she will be at my house at 7 to pick me up. I
tell her no, but thanks...not tonight...I am too tired.
She says no is not an option...be ready at 7 or she’ll dress
me herself, and that she is taking me to the bar and buying
me a cold one, I deserve a little fun. She tells me she loves
me...and promptly hangs up. I shut the phone...and lay
my head on the steering wheel. Of all the days she could pick
to drag me out!
I drive home, unlock the door, and hear the complete quiet.
I miss the kids when they are gone! They are my life. I lay
my purse and keys down on the table, flick on the TV, and of
course music blares from it...but I don’t mind...at least
its noise to fill the quiet. I walk in the kitchen and head
for the fridge. I get out some cold left over chicken, and
my tea pitcher. I warm the chicken in the microwave, pour
some tea over ice in a tall glass, then plop on the sofa in
front of the TV. I kick my shoes off, and wiggle my toes. I
put my feet up on the table, just the way that I yell at the
kids for doing, and switch channels. I look at the phone
and think that I should call my sister and tell her maybe
some other time...but she is so hardheaded and single minded.
She doesn’t take no for an answer very well. When we were
small...she hated that I was oldest and could do things
before her. But as we grew older, we became best friends,
and we have stood by one another no mater what. I know that
it will do no good to argue with her, I am too tired, so I eat
my chicken and get up and head to the bathroom for my bath.
I plug the tub, and begin filling it with hot water. I go to
my bedroom while it is filling, get my robe and come back.
I add some bath salts, and turn off the water. I strip slowly...pin
my long dark hair up on top of my head and then slide into the
steamy water. I let it wash over me, sliding down slowly
till the water is just at my neck. I feel the heat penetrating
my sore muscles, and close my eyes. The next thing I know,
I am jerking awake, tepid water splashing around me. I must
have fallen asleep in the tub! I stand, and see my fingers
and toes are puckered, so I must have had some kind of nap!
I pull the plug with my toes, and turn on the spout. I get the
shower going, quickly pull down my hair, then wash it, rinse,
and get out. I quickly wrap my hair in a towel, slide into
my robe. I know that when my sister says she will be here to
pick me up at 7, that's when she will walk in the door!
I glance at the clock in the living room as I pass by it, and
I have forty five minutes! I do feel more energetic since
my shower, so I hurry to my bedroom, and throw open my closet.
I move my few clothes this way and that, then come across
my black skirt. It is the nicest piece of dressy clothes
I own at the moment, and at first I pass it by...thinking
I will just wear pants. Then I think...I always wear pants!
It’s my everyday wear. Jeans and a tee shirt. So I go back
to the skirt and pull it out. It’s a nice loose skirt, flaring
at the bottom, hits me at the knees. So I pull it on under my
robe. I let the robe drop to the floor, and look at the mirror
standing at the wall across the room. I like the way the skirt
looks, so I pull out my powder blue button down shirt, and
walk across the room. I get my pale blue lacy bra out, and
look through my panties. I don’t have any sexy lingerie
anymore! I guess that the whole, married with children
thing had sapped my love of sexy under things. I actually
can’t remember buying any for years! I walk across the room
to the bed, and sit down on the edge. I still have the shirt
and bra...and I look at myself in the mirror. My large breasts
with their soft brown-pink tint staring back at me. I love
my breasts. I have always had large breasts, and I enjoy
them. Sometimes they get me the wrong kind of attention...but
I have always been glad that they are large. I watch my nipples
become hard little nubs as I slide my fingers around them
and pinch them lightly. I shiver remembering what the feel
and sight of a lover is while teasing my nipples. I miss having
someone who enjoys them, wants to touch me. My married life
was just that. Married...with little sex. My ex husband
was too stiff and upright for the kind of wild, abandoned
heated sex that I like. When we were first together it was
wonderful. He was up to my several times a day and night style
sex. But with the kids...came the more toned down, quiet
sex life that came with it. Everything that I loved to do,
that made me me, was forbidden. No talking dirty, no touching
or playing with myself, no loud sex, no me on top, or doggie,
no toys, just missionary. He stifled me sexually, then
brought religion in the bedroom. The things that I liked
were what whores liked. I just stopped sleeping with him.
We didn’t kiss anymore, barely had any interaction unless
it was completely necessary. I remember what I was like
before this. I am a wild, abandoned, uninhibited woman!
I love sex, and I want it! I know my lover, know what they like,
want them to know what I like. I used to sleep in the nude,
go without panties when I wanted, dressed up and was proud
of myself. I knew that I wanted to look good, and liked to.
I look at myself again, sit up straight and slide on my bra.
Hook it in the back, and am so glad that I bought it on a whim
about a month ago. It brings my breasts up, pushes them together
and barely covers my nipples. The lacy blue almost matches
my eyes, and I love it. I stand and turn and look at myself...not
too bad for 35. Everything is still where it’s supposed
to be, and I am feeling sassy now. I pull on my shirt and button
it, leaving the top 3 buttons open to show my cleavage. Just
enough to tease, show I am a woman. I see my reflection, and
I think that I look ok. I go back to the closet, and get my black
heels, not too high, but not flat either. I go back to my drawer,
and pull out my black thigh highs. I love them because they
are silky, and they stay up without a garter. I sit on the
bed and slide them on, still no panties. I slide my feet into
my heels, and head back to the bathroom to comb out my hair
and get on my make up. I am just finishing up my eyes, when
my sister arrives. She is wearing a cute little skirt too,
and a pretty top. Everyone says that we look alike, except
she has brown eyes to my blue, and she is about 4 inches shorter.
Her eyes light up when she sees me, dressed and ready. She
gives a low whistle and tells me she is impressed! She thought
that I would either be in jeans, or not dressed at all. I laugh
at her, as she has had many arguments with me, all good natured,
about my not going out and having some fun, and getting back
into the single groove again. She tells me I look great!
I smile at her and tell her she does too...and we head for
the door. I wasn’t looking forward to going out just a few
hours ago...but now I am glad that she talked me into it!
I leave the TV on, lock up the house, turn on the outdoor light,
and jump into her car, careful about not showing my bottom...and
feeling very naughty for not wearing panties. No one will
know but me, and it gives me a little thrill.
We chit chat about this and that, gripe about the goings
on at both our workplaces, and then we get to the bar. It is
a nice clean bar, no fights, loud rackus brawls, or anything.
But it is fun, with music, Karaoke, dance floor, dim in one
section, lighted in the dining area. Small cozy tables
with a candle in the middle, and larger, family size tables
for groups. Mark, the man that owns it, is nice, and keeps
it having a good safe atmosphere. He is divorced too, going
through his at the same time I was, so we had cried into our
beers a couple times together. We walk in, and I hear my sisters
and mine names being called from the right...all the girls,
and a couple guys saving us a place at the table they grabbed.
A couple of the guys whistle at us, and I slap one on the back
lightheartedly as I pass. I get some compliments from the
girls too, saying they are glad to see the old me...they
see the twinkle back in my eye. I laugh it off, but think they
don’t know the half of it. One of the guys, Eric, offers to
get us our drinks from the bar so we can sit down, and I start
to get my money out, but he waves it away. Tells us that since
we are the hottest girls here, and we are at their table making
them look good, it’s on him. I laugh and still try to slide
him money, but he just winks. He disappears, and Missy sits
down beside me in the chairs that were saved. I ask Heather
where her man is at, and she looks down at her hands and smiles,
tells me that she accidentally forgot to tell him we were
all going out. I laugh, and wink at her. Mike is a jerk, and
none us can hardly tolerate him. I think Good for her, and
look up across the room at the big bay windows that look out
over a hill to a fountain. It is beautiful in the dying light
outdoors. Eric slides my double fuzzy navel in front of
me, plants a kiss on my cheek, and sits down beside me. We
have known each other forever, and we had been lovers as
teenagers. We stayed friends through the years, and he
was very supportive when I went through with my divorce.
He is the kind of guy that is a godsend as a friend. Always
available to listen, and quiet when you don’t want to talk.
He leans over and whispers close to my ear, that I do look
good tonight, that he is glad that I am smiling again. I turn
toward him and smile, kiss him beside his mouth, leave a
light lipstick mark. I laugh and try to wipe it off, his eyes
smiling at me as I do. I forgot what great eyes he has...deep
blue, clear and easy to drown in if you let yourself. I pull
away after I erase my mark...tell him that way some woman
won’t get jealous later, wink and turn toward my drink.
I take a healthy swallow, letting the sweet liquor slide
down my throat, hit my stomach. I hadn’t thought about Eric
in any other way for years but as a friend. But just then,
when he looked at me, I realized that he is man, a man that
is sweet and sexy, and available. I shake my head, chide
myself for thinking that about my friend...and turn toward
Missy. She is laughing with one of the girls...at something
I missed while lost in my thoughts. I smile, even though
I didn’t know what was going on, and try to pick up on the conversation.
I feel Eric slide his leg against mine under the table, and
I listen to Missy and Gretchen laugh harder. I look at the
bar and see Mark watching me, drink in hand, my eyes meeting
his, and him holding his glass in toast to me. He raises his
eyebrows, smiles, and takes a sip. I laugh, and stand to
go to talk to him. I walk to the bar, and he tells me to turn
around....show him what I look like all dressed up. I laugh,
throw my arms above my head, and twirl slowly...he whistles
and tells me I clean up nice. I ask him how he is...and he tells
me pretty good...but better since I came in. I wink and tell
him to save a dance for me, and he says he sure will. I walk
across the bar and Eric is watching me, turned slightly
sideways in his chair, feigning interest in the table conversation.
I smile at him, and he holds the back of my chair for me to sit
down. His legs are fully against mine, and my skirt is pressed
up by him moving his knees. I grab my skirt and tug it down...but
he smiles and tries to grab it from me. I smack his hand, tell
him that he is going to show everyone my business...and
he says what's wrong with that. I look at him, and he
laughs...his hand still sliding up under my skirt, watching
me. I turn toward my drink...pick it up, take another big
drink through the straw. He leaves his hand on the inside
of my leg...stroking it with his thumb softly. I can’t help
but think about his eyes again, and how he used to touch me
and tease me into frenzied abandon. I look down into my glass,
remembering how we used to steal away in the middle of the
night...make love till dawn. The way we used to kiss, hold
hands, be together. I don’t know what really made us grow
apart...I guess his going away to college...me staying
and going to the local college, and working all the time.
We called and seen one another for awhile...but then I met
my ex husband...and Eric was seeing a girl from his college...and
we just let go in a way. We have always been friends, calling
one another every couple of weeks, and holidays...but
I had quit thinking of him as a man...just as a friend. I didn’t
think about making love with him...touching him...wanting
him to touch me for so long. Missy looks at me...as if waiting
for a response, dragging me back to where I am. I look at her,
and she says “Well?” I laugh and say “Well What?” She turns
to everyone and says “See? She wasn’t even paying attention!”
I look at everyone bewildered, and April tells me that she
asked me how it felt to “be free and back in the saddle again?”
I smile and tell her the free part is a blessing...but not
sure about the back in the saddle part. She tells me to give
it time...so I turn to Missy and ask her when the music will
start. She says at 9...the band is good. She hops up, money
in hand and goes to the big jukebox in the back of the bar against
the wall. She makes several selections...goes to the bar,
comes back with 2 drinks and sits down. She slides a Long
Island Tea in front of me, and I tell her I get the next ones...but
she tells me that they are on the house...Mark sent them
to us. I turn and smile at him, holding it up in thanks, and
he blows me a kiss. Eric's hand has shot up higher on
my leg as I turned toward the bar...and it pulled my skirt
up a bit too. His fingers are mere inches from my pussy...I
turn back in my chair, and look at Eric again. He smiles,
and asks me if I want to dance. I tell him no...I haven’t danced
forever...and may not be so good. There is a nice, medium
beat song on that Missy has picked...so she grabs my hand,
grabs Jeff’s tells Eric to come on, and we all go to the dance
floor. Eric takes my hand, and follows me, I go to the farthest
corner, off to the side, so that way if I do stomp his toes
a couple of times...no one will notice as bad with all the
other couples in the middle. Eric follows me, taking me
by the hips as he stays with me. I turn toward him, and put
my hand on his shoulder, my other on his waist. I am not up
against him, just a arms length close. He puts his hands
on my waist...and I think about the weight that I have put
on since we last touched. I laugh and tell him that I am not
as light as I used to be...being very self conscience. He
tells me that he loves the way I look, that I am perfect. He
pulls me closer, and I look up at him. He is smiling, his cologne
invading my nose, reminding me of how I used to close my eyes
and just savor him...He asks me what I am thinking. I smile
and tell him, days gone by. He tells me I am beautiful...and
that he is glad that I am here tonight. I look in his eyes,
and know that he means it. I tell him thanks and look away...unable
to look into his eyes any longer without wanting to kiss
him. I look at Missy and Jeff, they are laughing and talking
to other couples...I am glad that she isn’t watching me...she
has told me several times that Eric is a catch, and that he
has been waiting on me. If she seen the way I looked at him
just now...she would see just what she said was about to
come true. I let Eric pull me close, his hands hot on my back...his
body pressed into mine...and me wanting to melt into him.
I dance with him, letting him lead me all over the dance floor...our
steps perfectly matching and no smashed toes. He asks me
how the kids are...and I tell him fine...and then I start
to tell him about my bad day at work. I ask him about his day...as
he is a structure analyst for a construction firm...and
is very hands on. He tells me about his new project, and I
am lost in his voice...low and sexy, keeping our conversation
just between us. He is looking into my eyes, and I am totally
alone with him. Everyone has melted away. A nice slow song
comes on...and he pulls me closer, my hand going around
his back...my other hand sliding up and grasping his neck,
fingers playing in his hair. His mouth is mere inches from
mine, and I try to find something else to focus on. I ask him
where Missy is...and he looks around and tells me at the
table...then slowly his lips are close to mine...I can
feel his breath on my cheek...we dance like this forever...his
lips almost touching mine...yet not meeting. I look at
him, and he is begging me to meet him half way...but I am afraid.
If I do this...he won’t just be a friend anymore...he will
be my lover...and if it doesn’t work...then I might loose
him as my friend. A fast song comes on, and I try to step back...but
he won’t let me go. He keeps dancing slow...looking at me...moving
in closer. I ask him what he wants...he whispers you...and
I shut my eyes, and let myself kiss him. His lips are soft,
his tongue seeking my mouth gently...sliding against
mine slowly, dipping inside, tasting me. Fireworks go
off inside me. It has been so long since I have felt like this...so
turned on, and wanting someone so badly. I kiss him back...let
my tongue dive into his mouth...my hands slide into his
hair...press his mouth to mine more completely. We quit
moving at all...just loose ourselves in each other...then
I hear clapping...and realize that we are making a spectacle
out of ourselves. I reluctantly pull away...and realize
that it is our table clapping at us...and everyone is watching!!!
I blush a bright hot red, and put my head on Eric's shoulder.
He squeezes me to him...kisses my head...and laughs. We
start to move to the music again...and I finally look up
at him, and he kisses me again softly. We finish our dance,
and then make our way back to the table. Missy just smiles
at me when I sit down...no teasing like I thought...no “get
a room” comments or anything. Everyone seemed to know something
that I didn’t I guess. Eric held my hand, and let go when we
sat down, only to slide it around my back when we sat down.
I drink my tea...then a soda comes to the table via Mark.
He leans over my shoulder and tells me not to forget that
I owe him a dance still. I tell him I won’t, and pat his hand
as he sits the glass down. I honestly saw myself with Mark...till
Eric just now let me know that he wanted me again. Now I was
torn...did I want to see both of them...and how would they
react? Finally the lights in the bar dimmed and the band
came on. They started playing right away...and told everyone
to get up and dance. I was drinking my tea, nursing it, when
Eric leaned over and tells me that he wants to dance in a bit...but
he needs to go to the restroom. Missy had gotten up and was
dancing with some man from the bar, Heather is dancing with
Jeff, Gretchen has gone off to another table to chat...and
I am pretty much alone. I finish my tea, and Mark comes up
behind me. He asks me if I want another...and I say yes...maybe
in a minute. He sits down in Missy's chair and starts
talking to me. He tells me that his kids were with him this
week, and the goings on around the bar. I tell him that I am
glad that he is better and in a better place. He tells me that
he is glad that I am too. He sees the bartender signaling
him...so he tells me that he will be back. The bar has gotten
quite a bit darker, and Mark comes back with another drink...and
2 candle bowls. He sets the drink down for me, then lights
the candles. He sits down again, turned toward me, his eyes
bright in the candles light. His eyes are a deep dark brown,
nice handsome face with a goatee, hair cut in a stylish short
man cut. He is a little over 6 feet tall, muscular. A very
handsome man to say the least. Eric has sandy brown hair,
6 feet tall, nice professional muscular body, a trimmed
goatee. Also very handsome. I take a sip of the drink that
Mark brought me. He tells me its a new one...and I’m the first
one to try it. I tell him that it is great and I love it. It is
sweet with a kick. I ask him what it is...and he tells me a
Sex at Dawn. I laugh and tell him that too many of those and
a lot of people would be having sex at dawn...and not remember.
He smiles at me, leans in and tells me that he would definitely
remember having sex with Dawn. I blush then smile at him...and
he tells me that he wants to show me his newly remodeled office.
I tell him ok, and get up and follow him as I see Eric coming
back. I tell him with hand signals that I will be back in a
minute...and he gives me a thumbs up. I follow Mark down
a hall and through a door. His office is very nice. A large
cherry desk sits in the middle of the room, a nice black leather
chair pulled up against it. Burgundy blinds cover the window,
a plant sits on a nice side table in the corner. There is a
couple of nice paintings on the wall. There are 2 matching
cushioned leather chairs against the walls for visitors.
I tell him his office is great, much better than the last
time I saw it...papers and folders all over the place, a
wooden kitchen chair in the middle of a banquet table that
was his desk...no where for another person to sit...but
a tall barstool from the bar. He laughs as he shuts the door,
the noise instantly blocked from the bar. I walk to the desk
and run my hands over the top...so cool and lovely. The shiny
dark surface reflecting like glass. I tell him that everything
looks so nice, and turn just as he walks up close behind me.
He tells me that I look nice myself...that he loves the new
look. That I am a beautiful woman, and should be proud. I
laugh and tell him thanks...but am embarrassed. He tips
my face up to look at him, then slowly his lips come to mine.
I close my eyes and let him...I had dreamed of this a few times...Mark
is a sweet man, and very handsome. He steps up closer, pressing
into me. I am leaning back on the desk, can feel his muscular
legs through my skirt, my hands coming up and running over
his arms, feeling the hard muscles bunch up as his hands
run up my sides, cupping my breasts. I suck his tongue as
it darts into my mouth, full and hot. He moans into my mouth,
then I feel him pushing me up onto the desk. I slide up onto
it...my legs wrapping around him, pulling him to me. I am
devouring his mouth, inviting him into mine...my hands
sliding all over his arms, back and chest. Suddenly I get
a stab of guilt...I had just been kissing Eric not 20 minutes
ago...and here I was with Mark, Eric waiting at the table.
I pull away and Mark looks at me...passion darkening his
eyes further. I tell him that I shouldn’t...that I should
go. He tells me to please not...he just wants to be with me
a little while. That he has wanted this for months...that
he needs me. He leans toward me and kisses my neck, whispers
that he loves everything about me, has been waiting on me.
His lips are driving me crazy on my neck and ear, his whispers
warm and sincere. His lips come back to mine and I kiss him
softly, his hands running up my legs, sliding over the silky
nylon. up and over my thighs, and to my naked pussy. He moans
again as his fingers slide over my naked hairless slit,
kissing me deep and hard, taking my breath. His finger tips
slide against the slit, gently parting my lips and sliding
in. I want him to slide them in farther, my clit yearning
to be rubbed. His fingers slide in slowly, then he finds
my clit. I moan this time, spread my legs farther as he rubs
it gently with his index finger. He whispers against my
mouth that I am so hot and sexy, and that he wants to lick my
hot pussy so badly. I kiss him again, and he slides his fingers
back and deeper, finding my pussy. I am so wet and ready for
him to do whatever he wants...just want him to fill me up
and make me cum. His finger slides in, going deep to the web
of his hand. His thumb presses into my clit and I buck toward
him. He breaks our kiss, and leans back a little, tells me
to undo my top. I slowly unbutton my shirt as his hand continues
to work in my pussy, watching his sexy face as I reveal my
bra. He smiles and tells me to lose the shirt, but leave the
bra. I slide it off of my arms, and put it behind me on the desk.
He presses me back to lie on the desk, his fingers sliding
in deeper now, a sexy grin on his face. He tells me that I am
so hot, a sexy woman. He said that he has wanted me since he
saw me several months back, and that he is so hard for me.
He asks me if he can taste my pussy? I tell him yes, I want to
cum so bad. He kisses me down my stomach, pushes my skirt
up, his lips skimming down my groin to my wet pussy. He pulls
his fingers out, sliding them into his mouth. I watch him
as he sucks my juice from his fingers, then his head dipping
down and his tongue sliding against my lips. I slide back
a bit more, but my head hangs over the edge. He tells me to
hang on, grabs my legs and slides me around with him, long
ways on the end of the desk. I slide back a little, as he puts
his face back in my crotch...pulls my pussy open with his
hands, and his tongue begins working my clit. I kick my heels
off put my feet on his shoulders. He looks up at me and watches
my face. I love seeing him watching me, so sexy and hot. I
feel his fingers sliding down toward my pussy, 2 of them
meeting and sliding in together. I close my eyes and let
the feeling of his slick tongue and fingers overtake me.
My hands slide up and find my nipples, hard little nubs straining
at the fabric of the lacy bra. Mark flicks my clit faster,
his fingers in my pussy starting to go faster as I get more
excited. I feel the little electric sparks that come just
before I cum, and I moan for Mark to keep going...going to
make me cum. His tongue stays on my clit, pressing it hard
and fast, the tip teasing me to a frenzy. Quietly the door
opens...and Eric walks in, shutting and locking the door
behind him. I don’t move, don’t know what to do...Mark stays
where he is, never stopping or slowing down his assault
on my clit. Eric's eyes meet mine, and he walks to me,
bends and kisses me, his hand sliding into my hair and the
other sliding over my breasts. I let my hand slide up his
leg, rub his cock. He is stone hard, and I want it. I slide
the zipper down, whisper against his lips that I want his
cock in my mouth. He moans, and bends back up, and slides
his pants open, unbuttons them, pushes them down and his
rock hard cock pops out at me. I reach out and take it in my
hand, stroke it as I pull him closer to me. Mark is making
me crazy....and I need something to suck on. I pull Eric's
cock to my mouth, my tongue sliding over the tip, tasting
his pre-cum, take it in my mouth, loving how big he is. He
continues to rub my nipples, sliding his fingers under
my bra, pulling them out of the top so he can pluck and finger
them. I forgot what a nice full cock Eric has, love the way
he tastes, take him in as far as I can, my fingers stroking
his smooth balls, sucking him in till he touches the back
of my throat...feel his cock jerk, and swallow. He moans
and I look up at him, watch his eyes as I slide him in and out
of my mouth...Mark slides his fingers deep in me, and I press
against them, tighten my muscles around them. I start to
cum, moaning around Eric’s hard cock, never taking him
out of my mouth, sucking him hard and fast, his hips pumping
his cock at me, my clit being expertly manipulated by Mark.
As my orgasm starts to fade, Mark puts his lips directly
on my clit, and sucks it gently, but steadily...sending
me cascading into another orgasm...this time I can’t keep
Eric in my mouth...I moan loudly telling Mark not to stop...his
hot wet mouth sucking my clit faster...I am stroking Eric
hard with my hand, look at him...him watching me cum...wanting
his big cock in me now! After that orgasm calms, Mark licks
me a few more times, then stands. He unbuckles his belt,
gets the button and zipper down, and pulls out his big cock.
I have two of the biggest hardest cocks I have ever seen,
both at my disposal. He walks up on the other side of the desk,
and offers it to me. I reach my hand out and take it, stroke
it in time with the hand that is on Eric’s. I pull Mark toward
my mouth, and swirl my tongue around his throbbing head.
Mark watches me, his eyes bright, tells me that he has never
seen such a sexy, hot woman...loves the way I taste. Eric
pulls from me gently...walks to the end of the desk between
my legs. He spreads them slightly farther...then takes
his cock and rubs it over my swollen clit. I bump against
him, raise up a little from the desk, my legs running up his
legs, my nylons sliding gently. Eric runs his hands over
my legs, watches me sucking Mark...he takes his cock, and
slides it the length of my slit, bottom to top. I glance back
at him, and he smiles slightly...remembering how he used
to tease me and make me beg to have his cock in me. He slides
it slowly up and down, the head wet with my juices...rubbing
it against my swollen clit, back and forth. I moan and suck
Mark faster...wanting to beg Eric to fuck me...fuck me
hard...but begging with my eyes. He smiles and slides his
cock head to the opening of my hot pussy...pressing the
head in, then sliding his hands up my legs and gripping my
waist, slowly filling me with his hardness. I close my eyes...loving
the feeling of a huge cock spreading me open...has been
so long, and feels so good. He slides in all the way to the
base...his cock head butting against my inner wall...feel
his cock jerk, then slowly sliding back out. He slides his
hand over my stomach, down to my clit, his thumb sliding
against the wetness there. Eric starts to slide in and out
a little faster, going deep and rubbing my clit with every
stroke. Mark watches Eric sliding into me, his hand strokes
my face then down my chest to my breast. He gently pinches
and rolls the nipple, plucking at it. His cock is so hard,
cum seeping from the head...and I suck him hard and fast...stroke
his balls, my hand trapped between him and the desk...but
still able to move it and play with him. Eric begins pounding
me hard, making me slide a bit on the desk...Mark’s cock
coming with me. I moan as I start to cum...Eric's cock
stroking deep...hard...his thumb driving me mad. I moan
loudly, my legs gripping Eric to me, my pussy contracting
around his cock...Mark’s cock jerks in my mouth...he is
about to cum too. Eric slides in so hard and deep, I think
that he is going to loose me off the desk...but my legs won’t
let go. Mark looks into my eyes just as he starts to shoot
cum in my throat...Eric’s cock filling my pussy to the brink,
me wanting to scream out...but swallowing Marks big cock
instead. Mark moans shooting his hot load in my mouth, and
me swallowing every drop he has to offer. He starts to shrink
a bit, and I slow my thrusts on it, savoring every drop. He
is still semi-hard as he pulls from my mouth. Eric tells
me that he is about to cum...wants me to swallow his too.
He pulls from my pussy and comes back around the desk...raging
hard...his balls puckered and ready to shoot his load in
my mouth. Mark goes to the end of the desk, and pulls me up...turns
me around, and bends me over it. I grab Eric’s cock and slide
it in my mouth, tasting myself as I suck him. He is so hard,
I love the way both guys feel and taste. I am so hot, have dreamed
of doing a threesome so many times...as I could make love
all night...want it so bad. Having 2 guys is heaven. I feel
so good, sexy. Eric’s hands slide into my long hair, easily
follow the bobbing of my head as I slide my mouth down on his
cock. Mark rubs his cock against my ass, teasing my asshole
with the head. I look up at Eric, watch him as he is about to
cum...then Mark slides his cock deep in my pussy, getting
hard as it is enveloped inside my hotness. He tells me that
I have a nice tight pussy...that he wants to fuck me good.
His cock is hard again...he is driving just as deep as Eric,
the head pushing me open and feeling so good. Eric asks me
if I like his cock...I tell him yes between sucks...I love
it. He tells me that it is all mine...that he is going to cum
in my mouth. I tell him I want him to...Mark asks me how hard
I want him to fuck me. I tell him as hard as he can...to pound
me. He moans then slaps my ass...the sound echoing lightly
with a whack...Eric asks me if I like that. I tell him yes,
suck him harder...Mark is pounding me so deep, making my
legs quiver...his cock hitting that special place that
makes me wild when I do doggie. I hear his balls slapping
at my clit...the base of his cock rubbing it hard back and
forth with every stroke. I moan loudly...Eric starts to
cum in my mouth. I suck him hard and fast, his hand grabs my
hair and holds on to it. He leans into me, thrusting his head
deep in my throat...cum gushing down, me swallowing the
best I can with him holding my throat against his head. I
start to cum...press back against Mark hard with every
thrust, Eric lets go of my hair...his cock spent and slides
softly from my mouth. I moan loudly...tell Mark to keep
fucking me like that...harder. I raise up from the desk...spread
my legs farther so he can shove his balls into me...our bodies
slap together hard...the sound harsh and rhythmic as we
pound together...my hands holding my arms straight up
on the desk...my hair falling down my back tickling my ass.
Mark makes me cum hard...me yelling out with my orgasm...looking
at Eric as I do. He is watching me...he strokes his half hard
cock...I reach out to him, pull his mouth to mine and kiss
him deep...suck his tongue, run my hands over his chest
and hair as Mark fills me up with his hot cock. After I finish
cumming, I stand up completely, turn and face Mark...drop
to my knees and lick his cock off. He watches me...thrusting
his hips gently with the thrust of my mouth...and within
seconds cums again in my mouth. I suck out every drop...then
stand up as he pulls me to my feet. I am afraid to look at either
of them as I find my nipples still over the top of my bra...and
put them back and try to locate my shirt...which has long
fallen off the desk in all the sliding and turning. I have
never had a menage a trois...especially one that wasn’t
talked about beforehand! Mark is the first to speak...tells
me to look at him. I do, and he smiles at me...asks me where
we are going to extend this little party too. I look at Eric
and he smiles at me...tells me he is game. This is like a dream
come true...two guys who I want, willing to do what ever
I wish!! I look at them and tell them wherever they want to
go...but I do need to go spend some time with Missy...since
this was girls night out. Eric kisses me softly and tells
me that I am still the sexiest hottest woman he knows...Mark
rubs my ass and agrees. I tell them that I hope this wasn’t
planned...and they deny it. I tell them that we should all
go back to my place since it’s empty...and I have a new king
bed that needs trying out, and they agree. I can’t believe
what I am doing! Mark tells us that he needs to get a couple
things done at the front...then he is free, and we all agree
to meet at my place. Mark kisses me as Eric unlocks the door
and starts to leave...kisses my neck and squeezes me to
him...tells me he can’t wait. I follow Eric out of the office
and head for the table. Missy waves from the dance floor,
and taps her watch...then waggles her finger. No one knows
what just happened...I hope! I sit down in my chair, Eric
presses up against me, his arm around me. My pussy is throbbing
and all I can think about is what just happened! What was
I thinking! But the guys seemed ok with it, and they wanted
more! My mind is spinning! I like both of them...but hope
that it doesn’t ruin my friendship...and possible romance
with either...I mean, where do you go with this! I take a
huge drink of my “sex” mixture...and empty it. I can’t look
at Eric. What do I say. He leans over and kisses me on the cheek...tells
me to look at him. I pause...then meet his eyes. He smiles
at me, takes my head in his hands and whispers in my ear that
I am a hot woman, and he loves me, loves that I can be so uninhibited.
Wants me so bad. I tell him that I don’t know what I’ve done...that
I love him and that I don’t want to lose him...he means so
much. He tells me that I think too much...that he would never
leave me and that it is just fine...that if it is ok with me,
then he is ok with it. That this is the best thing that he has
ever had happen, and that we will take it as it comes. I look
at his eyes and read that what he is saying is true...so I
kiss him...his hands straying to my breast teasing my nipple
into a hard little nub, then breaking away. Missy comes
back at the end of the song...plops down and asks me where
I went. Eric saves me by telling her that Mark showed us his
new office, and we were all just chatting. He then asks me
to dance and pulls me away from my seat. We find a nice not
so crowded end of the dance floor, and he takes me in his arms.
I tell him thanks...he knows that Missy reads me like a book,
and would have questioned me to death had he not told her
that. He laughs and tells me no problem. I spy Mark at the
bar, getting his paperwork done...smiling at me when his
eyes meet mine. I smile at him...Eric also. Think about
having them both again...and feel my pussy throb, imagining
what will happen back at my place later...

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good story but it would be so much easier to read if you broke
it up into paragraphs

12/5/2005

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paragraphs would have helped. I wish I was that woman. sounded
great to me!

12/5/2005

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thanks for the orgasm. my wife sucked me off while i read
the story to her and rubbed her pussy. we couldn't wait
to hear what would happen next.we both came

12/5/2005

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Thank you very much for the positive feedback! This is my
first post, and I was apprehensive...thank you all!
(I did have it in paragraphs, but when I pasted it from my
word document...it must have just ran it all together...will
try to catch that next time before I post.)
Take care...and will post another soon!
~Dawn~

12/6/2005

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too long, but very interesting.

12/31/2005