Bedroom Closet

I woke up sud­denly and looked at the clock. 4:00am. The bed is in sham­bles and long strong bod­ies sleep on each side of me. Simon and James had used me all night. I thought it might be time for one more play before we slipped James out the door…

We had met James that evening. Simon and I had gone out for a bit of fun, dress­ing me up, know­ing we were going to come home and he was going to fuck me hard. He had picked out one of his favorite out­fits from top to bot­tom. White lace was what he had wanted. My bra was thin lace that my nip­ples could be seen through ( as well as sucked through ), per­fect in form and func­tion. I had a match­ing thong, but Simon wanted even eas­ier access than that, the thong was vetoed, and I was told to shave…completely…and he handed me a white lace garter belt with thigh high stock­ings. A crisp white but­ton down blouse…strategically but­toned, and a pleated black skirt, short enough to be fun, short enough to tease, but long enough to not get arrested. The boots were what he really wanted to see though. Black, lace up, heel that made me the per­fect height to fuck. I had put my hair up and he quickly took it down. Simon likes my hair down. Before we left the house he bent me over the back of the couch; from front and back he checked out his choice of out­fit. A firm slap on my bare ass gave me a shiver. He pressed up against me from behind and slipped two fin­gers into my wet pussy. Pulling them out, he ran his wet fin­gers across my lips as he whis­pered that I was a good girl and that he hoped I’d be a good lit­tle slut tonight.

We had wanted to do somthing a lit­tle dif­fer­ent so we started out the evening at a bar we rarely go to. A lit­tle trendy, but fun. We were sit­ting at the bar hav­ing drinks when we noticed James. Just a cou­ple seats down, he kept watch­ing us. His eyes roamed over my body, they fol­lowed my lips, they watched as Simon’s hand slipped up my skirt. When he stood up to go have a cig­a­rette, it was obvi­ous he had a cou­ple things on his mind. Simon looked at me and told me to go have a smoke with him. His fin­ger slid deep into my pussy as he leaned for­ward to whis­per that I should bring him back, that he wanted to see if he’d like to play with us. James noticed as soon as I walked out onto the deck of the bar. I was too worked up to play coy, my pussy was drip­ping with the antic­i­pa­tion of hav­ing this stranger fuck me at the same time as Simon. I walked over and asked for a cig­a­rette. As he fum­bled I rubbed the front of his jeans, his cock hard­en­ing from the touch. “I want you to come home with my hus­band and I. We saw you watch­ing us.” His mouth opened slightly but he responded only with a nod. “Can you cum a lot, and often?” I asked as I pressed against him. “Yes.” he man­aged to utter. “Good, then come with me.” I grabbed him cig­a­rette and tossed it aside before kiss­ing him long and hard on the mouth, press­ing myself against the grow­ing bulge in his pants.

We met Simon back at the bar and did the intro­duc­tions. From the bar to a booth, all of us a bit closer, a bit more free to con­verse openly. I was in between two hand­some men with tal­ented hands. After a few drinks and a lot of open con­ver­sa­tion we called a cab…

Con­tinue the story here…

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