The time I [F] ended up going home with two guys rather than one from the club

Hello I’m a long time lurker here and thought I wanted to try sharing a story of my own, this happened a few years ago but was the first one which came to mind to write about.

I was 19 at the time, studying at university and had just had my long term boyfriend break up with me the month previous. Being single for the first time I didn’t quite know what to do with myself and my friends suggested we go out clubbing.

We all got dolled up and headed out in a taxi to the other side of town where the best club was, and we had a great night. I won’t bore you with all the details but there was plenty of alcohol and I got pretty hammered.

I ended up making out with some guy on the dance floor, I can’t remember how we met. His hands squeezed me through the tight material of my dress and I pressed myself up against the outline of his erection. I could see my friends giggling at me as I did and egging me on but I was too drunk and honestly horny to bother.

As the night drew on my friends told me they were going to leave and asked if I was going to stay with this mystery man. I quickly weighed up my options and decided I was going to go home with him, hugged my friends goodbye and went back to the dance floor.

When I got back and went to kiss him again, this time he pulled back. I asked what was happening over the blaring music and he replied that he was feeling bad since he had a girlfriend at home. Now, I neither wanted to sleep with him nor waste my time convincing him he did. So I ran out to try and catch my friends but I must’ve just missed them as there was no sign outside the club.

This was where I realised I had fucked up, I had left my phone and purse in someone else’s handbag not expecting to be separated through the night. I was stuck on my own, in a dark road, miles from anyone’s house I knew. I went to try haggle with a taxi driver but he was having none of it. A couple of guys were talking to the cab next to me and asked what my problem was.

I explained my evening to them, and they explained that they were a couple out on their anniversary and would I like to sleep on their sofa before a friend could pick me up the next day. Now again, it was probably a bad idea to just trust these people I’d met but I was drunk and also had little other option.

The cab ride back was a mixture of small talk, I learnt their names were Harry and Chris, them making out together like a couple of teenagers, they were early thirties and me trying not to cry about how my night had ended up.

Once back they fixed me up with plenty of water, blankets and pillows leaving me down on the sofa before going upstairs. I slipped my dress off and laid back on the sofa trying to work out what had gone wrong, how my night had ended up like this. As I did my hand wandered down underneath my panties, they were slightly damp and it was only then I realised how worked up I had gotten earlier.

I began to slowly rub my finger around my clit thinking what could’ve been if he’d taken me home earlier, if I found myself under him rather than on a sofa. My mind fantasised about this and I was lost in my own thoughts until I heard a voice

“oh shit sorry we thought you’d gone to sleep, I just left my phone in here earlier”, obviously hearing me as I’m not the quietest especially whilst tipsy. Chris quickly closed the door behind him, and I could see his face was red. Without thinking and wanting to redeem myself in my drunken state I found his phone and went out to give it to him, forgetting I was only in my underwear.

He looked shocked when he saw me and it took a moment for me to realise why. “Oh my god I forgot I’d taken my dress off I didn’t mean…” he cut me off “Don’t be sorry, your ex was an idiot for breaking up with you.” I tried to hold it together and failed to control my emotions “thanks but what do you know, you’re in a happy relationship with a man, you don’t know what guys like in a girl.”

Now looking back it was a dick move to say that, but I did at the time so here we are. I could see he was taken a back by that, but also didn’t know what to say. After a few moments he responded “why do you assume that, you assume just because we’re in a relationship we must be gay? How about you come up to our bedroom and we’ll prove to you otherwise.”

It was now my turn to be taken aback. Normally I would’ve been more shocked but you can’t underestimate how not having sex in over a month could change my decision making. I bit my lip and looked him over a little, “go on then, prove it to me”

He chuckled and threw me over his shoulder. I would later learn that the pair of them frequently did swinging as well as inviting others into the room. However, Harry was a little confused initially when Chris carried me into the room. It was their anniversary, and the bed was covered in rose petals. I felt bad about ruining their romantic evening when Chris broke the silence “she doesn’t think we know what guys like in girls, I thought we could show her wrong.” He threw me onto the bed and then started to kiss Harry.

Harry pushed Chris off gently and turned to me. “Are you sure you want this? I know you’ve had a bit to drink tonight and I know you’re frustrated, do you actually want this?” It was cute he was being so caring of me, but I definitely wanted this. I nodded back at him and giggled as Chris impatiently waited to kiss his husband again. I watched as they fell back onto the bed and made out together.

I just enjoyed the view and before I knew it had my hand back underneath my underwear. I softly moaned as I felt my finger slip down inside myself, and they both stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “Chris we have a guest we must look after” Harry said in a joking tone. He got up and came around to where I was lying and put his fingers on my thighs. “Can I?” He motioned. I eagerly nodded and he slid off my panties.

Harry then knelt down and put his head in between my legs, gently gripping my wrists and holding them back so I could no longer touch myself. He begun running his tongue over my sensitive clit and it drove me wild. Meanwhile Chris came round to the other side of me and chuckled “he definitely seems to know what he’s doing, I think you owe me an apology. Although I’ll let you give me a blowjob and I think we’re even “ apparently he winked after saying this but it was pretty hard to concentrate with what was happening between my legs.

“Y y yes! I’ll do it” I managed to get out of my mouth and opened it wide as Chris took off his underwear. He was reasonably well endowed, and I begun to wonder if I would be able to cope with it. Before I could worry too much I found he had knelt above my head on the bed “open wide baby” he said brushing the hair out of my face and slowly slipping the tip between my lips. He let out a satisfied grunt as he slowly thrusted his cock in my mouth “good girl you know what you’re doing don’t you”.

Harry was still teasing me with his tongue and I could barely keep myself still. I kept trying to thrust myself up into his mouth so he would go firmer but each time he would gently push me back until I stopped. I tried to moan out in frustration and pleasure, but found it harder than I thought with my mouth full. Almost instantly both of them picked up the pace, Harry pushing his tongue up against me and Chris fucking my mouth harder.

It was too much for me, my senses overloaded. My moans grew louder until Chris took himself out, I struggled to multi task and kept catching him with my teeth. He grinned at me “is someone feeling a little bit close? How about I do this” he came down to my side and pulled my bra down off my boobs. He took one in his mouth and started pinching the other nipple between his fingers.

Now with nothing stopping me I started moaning louder and louder, and before long felt my muscles contracting as I came. It was more intense than I had ever had before and I had to motion to the guys to stop, I was too sensitive. They grinned at each other and kissed, my juices dripping off Harry’s face and being rubbed into Chris’.

Now at this point it was already 4am and I felt very tired. I excused myself, thanked them and made my way back to my makeshift bed for the evening. Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I think I fell asleep. This wouldn’t be my last time with Harry and Chris, although I think it is the time which I go back and think about the most when I’m by myself.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k3zljs/the_time_i_f_ended_up_going_home_with_two_guys