Rafy willed her hands to stay steady as she drew long cat eyes with her liquid eye liner. Happy with the result, she stepped back to get a final look at herself. Dressed in a black halter gown, the low back leaving her naked, till her just above her tail bone. Her short bob hair showed off the nape of her neck to perfection, and her pilates helped accentuate her back muscles, in the black dress. She parted the thigh high slit on her gown, and looked down at the gash of naked flesh in satisfaction.
She felt ready.
It was time to head out to her college reunion. Sure, it had been 20 years since they had all been 21, and yet she felt the same way, as she did on the first day in college, that first lecture in arts, and mass communication. Butterflies.
She cast a last glance at herself, and hoped Tim was there to see what he had missed out on. Tim had been her ex-boyfriend, and now he was a fashion editor with a moderately famous fashion magazine. Nothing too fancy, and she had been disappointed with his middling professional success, but when she saw his Facebook profile picture, she realised, he still had that boyish grin, she had fallen for. And that would do for the night; a middle aged, ex-boyfriend, with a boyish grin.
She had been divorced for 2 years now, and had gone on a few dates, but nothing that had made her want to go on second dates. She could do with a night of wanton pleasures, she just hoped Tim, who was much married was ready to cheat on his wife. Facebook had informed her that he had recently had a second child, and his wife would not be at the reunion, busy changing diapers on their second child at home.
By the time Rafy entered the party, things were already in full swing. She, cast a sweeping glance across the room, searching for familiar faces, when her eyes met that of Sam. Sam,the class topper, had had a huge crush on her back in college. She wondered if he still had feelings for her, well there was only one way of finding that out.
She could see she was having the desired effect on Sam, as he swallowed hard, when she lightly touched his elbow, as she reintroduced herself.
“Hi, Sam, isn’t it? You look different! What are you doing these days?” Rafy glanced up at him, with hooded eyes, testing out her powers of seduction, a test run before she met Tim.
Turns out Sam had produced two very successful art films, which had won international film festivals, he was what they called a man with the Midas touch. Infact he owned the hotel they were having the reunion in. Fame, success and wealth, what a heady combination! And as the evening drew on Sam, got even more attractive to Rafy.
The only glitch was that he was still very much in love with his wife who was carrying their first child.
Rafy laughed at every joke Sam attempted, she didn’t miss any opportunity to let their arms accidentally brush against each other, she shamelessly even let her thighs rub against his crotch, while she tried to reach over to get a canape. She then popped the canape in her mouth and licked each of her fingers, as she made unblinking eye contact with her prey for the night. Sam laughed nervously, and looked away.
Rafy was all but ready to give up on her attempts, when she felt someone glaring at her across the room. Was that Tim, her ex-boyfriend?
Tim, seemed to purposely walk towards her, and unceremoniously dragged her onto the dance floor.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? Everyone can see how you are hitting on Sam.”
“Why, are you jealous?” Rafy countered. “Do you want a piece of this?” She shimmied her shoulders, jiggling her breasts in his face. She twirled for him, letting him have the full onslaught of her curves, her exquisitely perky breasts, the slope of her bare back, and the flash of skin that began at her red stilletos, and ended at the milky whiteness and creamy smoothness of her thighs.
By now everyone at the reunion was mesmerised at her audacity, and her brazen sensuality.
The music changed, and all of a sudden, she felt a hand on the small of her back. “May I have this dance?”
She looked around to see Sam by her side. She looked up at him in surprise, but she saw raw passion in his eyes.
He led her into a waltz, and this time he did the teasing. Twirling and dipping her until she was out of breath. By the end of the song they were close to an exit door.
He pulled her closer, and dipped down to capture her crimson lips.
Ah, so that was his turn on, she thought. The male marking his territory.
The kiss ended as soon as it began, but Rafy was determined to have more.
She looked up at Sam, and said, “that was sweet, but I never did much think of your kissing skills, now if you’ll excuse me, I promised Tim a dance, for old times sake” and then she giggled, like only the really young or the really drunk did. No more the gentleman on show, Sam held Rafy at the wrist, and turned her around.
“You played with my emotions, but make no mistake Rafy, I am no more the sad little boy from college. I am used to getting what I want now.” His resolve seemed to waiver, when he caught a glance at his own wedding ring, on the fingers that now clasped tightly on Rafy’s wrist.
“Sam, I can see you desire this.” And with that Rafy stuck her breasts into his face, “but I really need a good plumbing, if you know what I mean. And you aren’t the plumber for me! You might be rich and famous, but Tim, he’s got a big cock, and I need a big cock inside me tonight. I didn’t dress in this to drink cocktails all night.” She turned her back to him, letting him take in the roundness of her peachy butt, and then added one last sizzling visual for him to think about.
“I must say, I love the elevators in your hotel, all that gleaming glass, and 4 walled mirror. Back in college Tim and I used to love making out in the elevator. I can’t wait to strip in your hotel elevators…”
That was all the invitation he needed. Sam very nearly dragged her out the exit door, and into the nearest elevator, and then pressed for the rooftop. He swiftly lifted her dress from the slit, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just as he had imagined. He turned her around, and entered her from behind. She gasped at the suddenness of the move, but braced herself with her arms splayed on the elevator wall. He held her firmly at the waist, and kept plunging deep into her pussy. They were headed up to the roof, and once they reached the top floor, the doors opened for a short span.
She tried to get away from him, trying to cover her bare legs, but he didn’t seem to realise or care that the elevator opened. He continued his pumping.
“Is this good enough plumbing for you?” He said, out of breath.
As the door closed, he pressed all the buttons from 7 to 1. The elevator would now open on every floor!
“Don’t worry. Every one’s at the party. This way we get more time on the way down. I own this hotel, everyone is either a guest or an employee, of mine.”
And he reached up, between her hair , and he unclasped the halter neck gown. The two thin straps of cloth fell away from her shoulder and freed her breasts.
The mirrored inside of the elevator showed her bent over, her gorgeous dress now hitched over her hips, and the front hung loosely at her waist, her boobs and ass moved in unison as he continued to pump her from behind.
They reached the third floor, when a hand held open the elevator door. Both of them looked astonished at the doorway, to find Tim standing outside the elevator.
For a moment all three stood frozen. Sam was still inside Rafy.
Tim reached in and held the door open with his left arm, while he undid his pants with his right hand. His pants fell to his knees, and he slowly rubbed his cock, which was just beginning to rise.
Rafy smiled widely, and then laughed gloriously.
She had one man inside her, and another masturbating to the sight of her. This was turning out to be the night of her dreams. She wanted more, so much more.
“I want both of you inside me. I want to have both of you enter me. I always wondered which one of you was the better fuck, maybe today’s the day to find out? Can we get a room for the threesome of a lifetime?”
Both the men seemed to be in agreement.
Time entered the lift, as Sam pressed the elevator to go back to his rooftop penthouse.
Tim was now thick and erect, and Rafy bent down to suck on the cock she remembered so well from 20 years ago. “Mmm, you taste the same “, she said.
“Same is boring, I really hope your tastes have improved in the last 20 year’s Rafy. Wait till you taste mine.” Sam replied, as her glared at Tim.
Rafy smiled with her lips still around Tim’s cock, she reached back with her palm, and lightly slapped at Sam’s thighs, well it better taste better than how it moves. Making Sam drive further and further into her by now soaking pussy.
She called time out as they reached the rooftop, as she tried pulling back her dress, and then when she realised it was a futile attempt, she stepped out of her dress, and carried it in her arms. She then ran stark naked, in the moonlight towards the entrance of the penthouse, shouting back at the men behind her, “First one to the door can fuck me in the asshole.”
The 40 year old men might as well have been Olympic sprinters, the way they ran for the door. Tim reached first, and he all but gloated about being in the college track team, he was after all still the more athletic of the two.
Rafy sauntered towards the two men, as they waited by the open door for her. Tim was tall, broad and still had his rugged outdoorsy good looks. Sam looked every bit the metrosexual modern male, with his neat and trim frame, his lean form making him look taller than his 5 feet 11 inches.
Once inside she made the boys pour her some drinks, and decided to let them take body shots off her. For every secret they shared with her.
“When was the last time you fucked your wife?” she asked Sam, knowing that she was 8 months pregnant. “The day I got her pregnant.” Replied Sam, as he drank tequila off the hollow between her breasts.
“Have you ever fantasised about me while you fucked your wife?” she asked of Tim.
“Have any of you cheated on your wives before?” and when both of the answered in the negative, she decided it was time to let both of them have one of her tits each. She held both of their heads in her outstretched arms, as they both sucked and bit at her nipples, their own heads uncomfortably close to each other.
She then made each one of them go down on her, while the other one watched. To make it even more competitive she screamed each ones name as they licked and sucked on her clit, running their tongues up and inside her. No hands, she said. She would be grading each of the men on their tongue action, their finger fucking, and finally in a position of their choice. Tim got an extra advantage of ass fucking her. And because it was Sam’s house, he got to cum inside her, if he wished.
It was his house that they were doing the fucking, it only made sense he got to fuck inside her house aswell, she said. Secretly she wished she had his love child, coz that could make life interesting and easier.
Sam won the first round of tongue fucking with his attention to detail, while Tim’s long fingers knew exactly how Rafy liked to be touched, they reached deep inside her, and in a circular motion he rubbed her G spot, he cupped his fingers and stroked in forward motion, each time purring at her pussy as if urging her to let go. And then she squirted. Leaking cum juices all over Sam’s expensive carpeted floors.
Sam chose the more dynamic lotus pose for his final round and both of them wrapped their legs tightly around each other, as their bodies rose and fell in the most ancient of sex poses , while Tim chose the more traditional doggy style.
Since Rafy had already been fucked doggy style by Sam, and the visual experience of the mirrored walls, along with the taboo and excitement of the elevator doors opening, meant Tim’s attempts were completely overshadowed.
It was now 2 to 1, but Tim was going to get his prized back door entry.
That’s when Rafy changed up the rules again.
She wanted both of them inside her, simultaneously. Tim would fuck her in the ass, while Sam entered her pussy. And this way she could take both their loads inside her.
But, before that, they must both kiss each other.
They both gawked at the suggestion. But it was either that, or there was to be no threeway, and no ass fucking either.
The both men seized each other. They were both too far gone to care, each took a swig of their drinks and kissed each other on the mouth.
Sam then lay down, and Rafy climbed on to him. Their eyes met in a final gaze, and in that moment, she seemed to tell him, “I choose you.” Tim lubed her with his saliva, licking the rim of her hole, and entered her from behind, and it seemed fitting, as he was her past. The three of them rocked and bucked and bounced awkwardly on each other. Not at all like they showed in the porn videos. They didn’t seem to have any rhythm.
But, soon they seemed to move in unison. Rafy held still, as both the men plunged from either side, she realised she didn’t need to do anything except hold on as the men took her on the ride of her life. Sam’s diamond encrusted wedding ring glittered over right shoulder, and Tim’s simple gold band gleamed over her left shoulder, while she dug her nails deep into Sam, and arched her back into her orgasm.
There would be many more nights when the three of them met, to relive their reunion night, but the memories of that first night remained special for all three of them.
With these two married men in her life, she had finally found the secret to living well. All she needed was to be ready and wet, and the men would give her all that she desired, money, a lifestyle and the best fucks, and hopefully someday a love child.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imupzo/threesome_at_a_reunion_elevator_sex_mmf