The other day I got off a long shift at work and made my way home. I was thinking of just having a nice relaxing evening with my long term gf of three years. What happened next was anything but.
When I arrived at home, I noticed 2 other cars parked in our driveway. Upon entering the house, it was indeed clear she had friends over. “Hi Honey,” she said. “These are my friends from the gym. I invited them over for a drink because we hadn’t seen each other in a while!” Gyms have just recently opened back up where we live. We greeted each other and the guys seemed nice enough. Mark and Joel were both tall, fit, and a tan Mediterranean type of white.
“Come drink with us!” I obliged, and things were pretty fun. We split a large bottle of wine, and a few beers as well. We talked about work, the gym, and life in general. Although I’d never met these two before they seemed quite nice. We had a few minor interests in common, and it was enough to keep the conversation and the booze flowing.
As time went on, Alannah (My gf) put on some music. It was relaxing at first and just part of the background to the conversation. As time went on and we got progressively more intoxicated, the dancing started. It was all fun and light-hearted, lots of laughs and smiles were shared.
At some point the booze must have really started to hit us. I realized it, perhaps before everyone else, or perhaps I was just more intoxicated. I had to get myself some water, but no one else seemed interested in any.
As I made my way back, I noticed the dancing was more intense. With her between both of them, hips shaking and arms thrown up in the air. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I wasn’t sure but they seemed to touch her a little more than before. Nothing crazy, her shoulders, her hips, and the like.
“Have another beer honey,” she said to me. I was trying to protest but she went and opened it for me, plunking it down before me on the coffee table. I enjoyed it, although I was hesitant at first. I definitely felt a little awkward, partly because the other 3 were good dancers, whereas I’m much more average. The intoxication didn’t seem to help with my rhythm either. Often it does, but I guess I was beyond that point to the part where I was second guessing myself.
The next part is where things are a little more fuzzy for me. At some point, I killed the beer, and I went to fetch some more water. I came back and sat down, feeling some difficulty walking on the way there and back. And before I knew it, they were all stripped down, her between them on the couch across from me.
It seems like I “woke up” when they were already into it. I can’t even remember the kissing starting or the clothes coming off. But I remember seeing the shocking site in front of me and how much they all clearly wanted it. I know it had definitely been planned, too, as I type this. The gf and I had been having sex in the week and even the day leading up to this. She hadn’t shaved in some time. Now, as I saw her between them, I could clearly see her dark, chestnut brown landing strip shaved neatly into a small triangle. It looked like it may have been done professionally it was so perfect. She’d definitely put thought into it.
The guys mounted her, using her as they pleased. Both were even more muscular looking in their nude state, and both offered her a taste of their long and thick staffs from each end. I noticed they all looked up at me quite a bit, almost to see what I was thinking, or what I’d do. But I didn’t do anything. At first, I was having trouble walking much less getting hard. Also, they were enjoying it so much, that it nearly felt wrong in a way to stop them. I couldn’t dance, I couldn’t join in. And as much as I wanted to say something to stop them, I couldn’t find the words.
They switched positions a few times, and each got more than a few turns pumping her from both ends. There was a lot of moaning and screaming by the end of it. The guys were surprisingly vocal as well, but most of the pleasure seemed to be coming from Alannah. I enjoyed seeing her perfectly plump, B cup breasts bounce. They’re such a perfect handful.
At some point I couldn’t help but touch myself. I deserved pleasure too, and in a way it was almost like watching live porn. It’s hard to control your urges when you’re wasted. I tried to enjoy myself but they all clearly had the most fun. When they finished, they yelled out as they exploded in pleasure. One on her chest with a little on her face and neck. And the other over her ass and back.
“Thanks,” Mark and Joel said as they awkwardly waved goodbye to me. They headed for the door and she said “Wait, I’ll walk you out.” She grabbed her skimpy little robe and didn’t even do it up properly, allowing her tits to hang out. I turned and saw them say goodbye. She wiped off her face and gave them both a little kiss goodbye. “Bye! Thanks for all the fun,” she exclaimed excitedly.
She came back to me, all smiles. “They were so good baby! Thanks for being such a man about it.” She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips now. All I could think about was what she’d just done with those lips. She smiled with great glee and kept staring at me with her beautiful blue eyes. Even if I couldn’t see her ear-to-ear grin, it’d be easy to tell her eyes were smiling at me. Another kiss. “I love you baby”, she said. I’ve never seen her happier in her life.
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