Acting out my fantasy mmf

In the best Asian accent you can imagine, "Georgie do good at school you should too, make good money, go to haavaard." Well like my tiger mom implored me to, I did well at school, though didn't get into haavaard much to her disappointment, but still made good money as a management consultant. Now I found myself 32, making good money, married to a perfectly boring doctor who when not on call was more interesting in hanging out with his friends, or playing fantasy sports. During football seasons, my husband Dave spent his Saturdays hunched over his computer either reading about football, or twiddling spreadsheets involving player stats. On Sundays, he spent the entire day watching football with his friends, simultaneously watching god knows how many games on TV and screaming obscenities at the TV.

He'd pay a bit more attention to me when football season was over, but the attention quickly ended and he'd spend hours playing some game or other. He once got bad at me when I attempted to give him a blow job while he played some shooter on his Xbox. Said I ruined his streak. Whatever. It used to be before I went off on a business trip, we'd at least have sex. I joked that I needed to suck him dry so he wouldn't cheat on me when I wasn't there. However, that was beginning to feel like a chore. He at least used to reciprocate, but as maybe a year ago, I got a thank you ma'am before he quickly rushed off for work, or to hang out with his friends.

I'm not a slut, but I'm getting desperate. I've followed the rules for too long and all it's ever made me was neurotic and unhappy. Just creating an anonymous email account made my heart race. I had never done anything wrong before in my life and I was just about to do something really really wrong. I was sure something horrible was going to happen to me, but at this point in my life I'm not sure I cared.

I probably shouldn't have used Craigslist. But my husband and I have joint finances and so free and untracable overruled my fear that my tryst would find me dead and in a dumpster somewhere. My message was short and sweet. 32 married Asian female in town for work next week looking to play. Bring a friend. Anyways, within an hour of that post going out, the inbox to my throw away account exploded. I normally complain about the number of emails I get for work, however in this case the number of emails that I got was probably equivalent to the number of emails that I get in a month at work.

Anything without a pic was out. Dick pics were out. I wish gmail had an automatic filter for dick pics. It would have made my life a lot easier. While size matters somewhat, I'd rather fuck a cute guy with an average dick than an ugly guy with a huge one. Call me shallow, but I'm looking for a quick fuck and not a relationship. However, I ended up picking two guys who probably would be middling of the pack when it came to attractiveness. For some reason I found myself insecure about picking the hottest guys who replied. While I think Christian Bale is hot as all hell, sometimes the way he look at you was intimidating and I didn't think I was ready for that.

Anyways, the response was intriguing. "My friend and I have decided to leave a major law firm and have just opened our own practice. Looking for someone to play secretary. We're all too aware of sexual harassment laws in this country, but the fantasy won't go away." They were cute, one white the other black and it scratched a fantasy of mine as well. As a feminist, I'm glad that sexual harassment was a thing of the past in most places, but I can still admit that there have been times when I wanted to throw caution into the wind and fuck a co-worker.

We emailed back and forth. I'd be in town for that week and we settled for the first night with additional nights to happen if things clicked. As I was getting ready for my trip, I decided that it'd be worth while to pack some lingerie. To make it seem natural, I walked out of the shower with my pussy shaved. I stood behind my husband where he could seem in the mirror and gave him my best come hither look. He smiled at me and said he was late for work. I slowly pulled on my black panties, put on my garter, pulled up my thigh highs, pulled a slip on. I slowly stepped into my heels and looked at him. He smiled again and said, "Sorry babe, I really need to get to the clinic."

I looked back at him and started to button my blouse. He said, "When you come back. I promise." However, I knew that it wasn't going to happen. I was coming back on a Sunday and it was football season. That being said, I had the perfect excuse to be bringing lingerie with me on a business trip. A part of me wondered whether he was doing someone on the side. After all based upon watching Grey's Anatomy, doctors get a lot of ass.

The first day of my trip included interviewing people who worked at the client firm. To get myself into the mood, I had left the first couple of buttons on my blouse unbuttoned. While I maintained a strictly professional demeanor, I could tell that many people who I had to interview were clearly distracted. The guys where stumbling over their words and some of the women were clearly hostile. I myself was impatient for the day to end, clearly unable to wait to get my tryst over with.

I made a quick call to the two guys to make sure that things were still happening. Jim was ecstatic, though he said, "You cost me 100 bucks. I thought you'd get cold feet. Adam was more optimistic." I could hear laughter in the background which I assumed was Adam. I showed up to their office, a nondescript office building. I could feel my heart pounding as I walked into the building. I was comforted that it was some faceless corporate building like the one which I spent my previous ten hours. I smiled at the security guard and asked him to ring Jim. I was surprised that I had to wear a temporary badge to get into the building.

I felt my mouth grow dry as I got closer to my goal. When I knocked on the door, I nearly felt sick to my stomach. Out of all my stressful experiences, SATs, college applications, debate club, this was by far the most stressful thing I had done. The door opened and I saw my two hosts. Compared to my husband I would say that most women would go for my husband. My husband was tall and could probably make it onto an SS poster. Jim was a reasonably light skinned black man whereas Adam was able to pass for any number of ethnicities. Jim was probably Five ten, whereas Adam was a bit shorter, though not by much.

"So Mrs. Smith [False last name for anonymity], your resume tells us that you're skilled in taking oral dictation." I looked at Jim and burst out laughing. I was surprised that he was able to get the line out without choking in laughter himself.

"You ever use that line on anyone?" My laughter seemed to break some of the tension in the room. The three of us started to laugh. Porno lines seem to work pretty poorly in the real world. It was also clear that the two of them had never done anything like this before. While I was dressed to be their sexy secretary, that scenario just wasn't going to play out, it being our first experiences collectively. Instead Adam poured us all scotches. They had a nice couch in the lobby of their law office and the three of us sat down there, drinking scotches and chatting about what we weren't getting at home. All three of us were married and I guess none of us were getting as much sex as we wanted.

Jim's wife called his cell. With a bit of alcohol in my system, I got a bit bold and started to rub his crotch as he tried to answer the phone. With a few drinks in him, Jim handled it with aplomb. His reply, "Don't worry honey, I need to work late tonight anyway. Have fun with your friends. Our client is a real bitch." He winked at me as he said that.

Having done that, Adam started to slide his hand up my skirt and whistled when he got to the top of my thigh highs. He whistled and said, "My favorite." I felt desire building in my body in ways that had lay dormant, and I gasped as he did that and wanted more than anything for the foreplay to be over.

I put my hands on his and guided it to my panties. With a few drinks in us, things became a bit more natural. Jim put his phone down and started to unbutton the rest of my blouse. He slipped the straps of my slip off my shoulder and said, "Our secretary has been really naughty. Adam, how should we punish her?" However, despite his best efforts the line still fell flat. However, at this point I don't think any of us cared.

I lay back on the couch as Adam slid his hands further up my skirt and past the crotch of my panties as Jim played with my breasts. I wanted desperately to kiss one of them, but neither one of them was having it. Adam grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I couldn't move it, while the two of them nuzzled my neck.

My breathing grew ragged, my pussy wet. I wanted to be penetrated in the worst way. However, my two lovers were patient and just toyed with me. My nippled were so hard they actually ached. They were so sensitive that each time Jim touched them I gasped. If I had knew some state secret, I would have revealed all that I knew to get them to stop and just fuck me. In between my ragged breathing, "Guys, stop, just fuck me." To try and convince them I had unzipped their respective pants and had one cock in each hand. They were a little bit bigger than my husband, but not as big as some of the guys who had sent me dick pics.

For the most part, they ignored me however, Jim did reply once, "Not so fast." I kept begging to no avail. I tried to slide down to suck one of their dicks, but with my hair wound around Adam's hand I couldn't much move. Jim stuck one of his fingers in my mouth and I started to suck and tongue it. I wanted him to know how well I'd treat his other finger. One thing I can say for these guys was that they were patient. My husband would have already fucked me and fallen asleep by now.

I could see my reflection against the window and I liked what I saw, my blouse by now was completely unbuttoned, all of my other clothes bunched around my waist with my legs spread wide. I still had my panties on, but I could feel that they were soaked clean through. Jim told me to stand up and said he wanted to eat my Asian pussy. I stood up and shuddered as Jim unclipped my thigh highs from my garter and slid my panties down. With my panties off, he knelt in front of me and began to eat me out. God, it was too long since a man did that to me and I really missed it. He used his fingers to hit the right spots as his tongue attacked my clit.

Adam was a bit more selfish. He guided my head onto his cock which I began to lick. His precum was bitter initially, but as I got used to it, I found that I rather liked it. He moved his hips and hand in unison pushing my head further down on his cock. He was patient with me when I gagged. Every time I gagged he pulled out and said, "You want my cock in your throat?" I would invariably nod and he said, "Try again." During this time, I orgasmed harder than I had in many years. When I screamed during my orgasm, my throat was relaxed enough for Adam to force his cock all the way down my throat.

With me able to take his cock down finally, he started to face fuck me in earnest. He was rough enough where my glasses kept slipping down. I felt so sexy when he pushed them back up my nose with his finger as I took his cock in my mouth. I could feel that he was about to cum, but he pulled out so as to not shoot his load just yet. While my two hosts hadn't cum yet, I had cum twice already.

Jim suggested, "Lets fuck her in the conference room." I didn't want them to stop, but I complied any way. They led me to the conference room which consisted of only a large sturdy table. I lay on and they restarted pleasuring me, now both of them with their cocks. Jim had switched to fucking me on the mouth, his balls slapping my glasses, whereas Adam took his turn fucking my dripping wet pussy. Meanwhile their hands were busy with my tits.

My own hands were ineffectually trying to control the rhythm. However, the two of them fucked me at the pace they wanted, and while I was sure given a bit more control I would have cum harder, they surprised me each time. Two more orgasms later, they stopped and said, "You've had just about enough we think. Now it's out turn. Suck us off."

I knelt between them and started to suck Jim off in earnest. All the while, I had my hand on Adam's cock. However, before Jim shot his load, he pulled out and sprayed me with gobs and gobs of sticky cum. With his load covering my face, I turned to Adam and started to suck him off. My vision of him was obscured by my cum coated glasses. Adam quickly shot his load off soon after, soaking my hair and body with his cum.

Jim started to collect all of the cum on my with his finger, which I licked off of his finger. There wasn't much that could be done about my hair, and I wondered just how I was going to get back to my hotel without it being obvious that I had a cum shower.

I drove back to my hotel ashamed of what I had just done, but thoroughly satisfied. I was self conscious when I walked into the lobby and was glad that at the late hour, the staff was minimal and there wasn't anyone else around. Going into my hotel room, I took a long hot shower. I was so tender from the fucking that I had just gotten that despite the fact that I wanted to finger myself once more, I couldn't bring myself to.

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