Author:  OneIdleHand
Title:  She Liked It
Summary: She liked what? High School reunions? Hardly. Committed to a boyfriend throughout, Hayley had, in retrospect, considered High School a wasted opportunity. It was too late to try the "other" fork in the road, but still, it's great to see and be seen.
Keywords:  MF, voy, MMF



She Liked It

Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail.  It wasn't even 
worth going to the mailbox anymore.  Hayley tossed the 
credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the 
junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope mixed in 
with a folded coupon flyer.  She didn't know the person 
listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it 
since it wasn't mass mailed.  

Hmmm.  Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year class 
reunion.  20? That long ago?   She wasn't particularly fond 
of her high school years.  As a matter of fact, she had 
skipped her 10 year reunion without giving it a second 
thought.

Having transferred into her high school in the 10th grade, 
she didn't know most of the people in her classes, and she 
had soon latched on to a boyfriend, Jon, that lasted 
through graduation into her college years.  And while she 
had been enamored at the time, she realized in her senior 
year that she had missed out on a lot of activities.  And 
while Jon and sex became her whole world at the age of 16, 
she had only liked the guy, although on some days she 
thought she had loved him.  She had traded dating others 
for security, and she had regretted that decision ever 
since she was old enough to look back on her "high school 
years."

There had been other guys who were cuter, and some that she 
would have been interested in had she been unattached.  
Only, it was comfortable with Jon.  They got along well, he 
entertained her, and they had fun together. And the sex had 
been great, or, at least as good as it could get in a car.  
It wasn't until college, when their relationship became a 
long distance romance, that she discovered how much larger 
a cock could get, and, for that matter, how much more fun a 
guy could be.  And while she kept Jon on the string as she 
dated other guys, she turned him loose upon falling in love 
with Steven, her husband now of 14 years.

So why was she interested in this reunion?  She didn't 
know.  Her "ex" wouldn't even be there.  Jon had been a 
year ahead of her.  Who would she know?  The reunion was a 
month away, at Zappa's, an adult arcade she had been to 
before.  There was a bar and restaurant, video games, 
billiards, several types of video gambling games, a dinner 
mystery-theater, and, she recalled, several small 
conference rooms, and a banquet room.  It would be fun to 
go.  She wouldn't give Steven a choice about it.  He would 
probably know as many people as she did...none.

Over the next month, she worked on her tan, being careful 
not to burn herself or freckle too much.  At 38, she looked 
pretty good.  She had recently cut her hair shorter, giving 
her an "artsy" look.  She wore glasses most of the time 
now, but gray hair wasn't showing up yet, and her figure 
remained...thirtyish.  A few extra pounds, but considering 
two kids and the available time for exercise, she looked 
pretty darn good, better than almost all the other moms she 
saw at the Elementary School.

Her breasts remained 38", but gravity was beginning to have 
its way.  Her stomach was a tad pronounced, but not more so 
than most women who had had children.  And, she could 
compete with about anybody with her legs and hips, which 
were in great shape.   While the mirror couldn't help but 
remind her that she was aging, her husband had recently 
given her self-confidence a boost, although in an 
unexpected way.  

Steven loved to write stories, of an "adult" nature, and he 
posted them on a website.  There had been over 30,000 
visitors to his site, and, although he had only received 
maybe 50 comments from readers, he had eagerly shared them 
with her.  The letters were often quite a turn-on in that 
there were people "out there" who were getting turned on to 
stories modeled in many ways about her.  But that wasn't 
the boost she needed.

Ever since they had purchased their digital camera a few 
months earlier, she had been his favorite subject as he got 
used to downloading pictures to the computer, trying some 
limited photo editing, and archiving them.  She had pretty 
well let him have his way with her, and, besides, if he was 
going to jerk off to pictures of a naked woman, it damn 
well better be her!  She would never admit to him that it 
was a little fun for her, too.  

Steven had walked her to the computer screen which 
displayed his website, and he had her click on the link 
that said "click here for a glimpse of Hayley."   Her first 
reaction had been to fear the worst, the picture with him 
cumming on her face.  Surely he wouldn't put her face on 
the web!  When the screen loaded, her first 
reaction was relief, quickly flowering into anger as she 
realized that he was showing her breasts to the world.  But 
they did look...good.  Her breasts looked good!  It was a 
negative image, likely altered in some other way, that 
made her breasts appear artistic rather than just...exhibited.  
He had cropped the picture nicely.  There was no clue as to 
whose breasts these were.  People would probably assume 
Hayley was a fictional name.

Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received.  There 
had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but there were 
already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a much better 
ratio than his stories got.  She, Hayley, housewife and 
mother of two, had a fan club of sorts.  Men liked the look 
of her breasts, and the pleasure she took from that gave 
her self-confidence about her whole body.  Let them look.

It was quite a change from reading about others' thoughts 
on what Steven imagined her doing in his stories to reading 
about what people were thinking (and doing!) while looking 
at her breasts.  The picture stayed.  And Steven promised 
not to post any of the others.

About two weeks from her reunion, Hayley was laying on the 
deck lounger, tanning.  Her thoughts battled between the 
July heat and what the reunion might be like.  She could 
have kicked herself for not thinking of it earlier!  She 
got up and went inside, went to the basement and entered 
"the land of things kept but never used."  She moved a few 
boxes, looked through several others, and then found 
them...her yearbooks!  She poured a glass of iced lemonade 
and returned to the deck.  Laying down on her stomach, she 
placed the yearbook on the decking so she could read it.  
She had forgotten all the little notes everyone wrote to 
each other - some were witty, some were cordial, some 
promised friendship forever.  It didn't really matter, 
because it reminded her that she did have friends when she 
was in school, even if they had been forgotten.  As she 
turned the pages of the class photos, there were many she 
could not remember, which was okay, considering she had 
graduated with about 500 others.  But there were some names 
she remembered, and some of the faces triggered vague 
recollections or specific memories.

The sports section showed the football team, mostly of 
people she didn't remember.  There was the star quarterback 
who had seemed, and looked like, a typical dumb jock.  He 
was probably selling cars now.  There was the prom queen 
and king, neither of which she remembered although she did 
remember the prom.  Basketball.  Nope, no memories.  There 
were some track pictures, with her among them.  She had 
been a decent athlete.  And the guys' track team...that's 
where the cute guys were.  She remembered them from 
practices and the bus trips to meets.  There had been silly 
dares on the bus, but she was committed to Jon and hadn't 
played.  Darn it.  They were cute.  After several days, she 
started trying to remember the names when she looked at the 
faces she hoped to meet.  This would be fun...to see how 
people had changed.  

When reunion night arrived, it was somewhat anti-climatic 
in a way.  She had always assumed that a class reunion 
would be something like the prom - fancy dresses, the men 
in tuxes.  But it was Charlotte, it was July, it was hot, 
and she was going to a video arcade.  The invitation had 
indicated summer casual, which she interpreted to mean a 
dress, but not an "evening dress."  She had some nice ones, 
and spent an hour trying them on, seeing which would give 
her the best look.  She couldn't make up her mind and 
decided to let Steven choose between two black dresses,  
which looked good against her tan.  His choices were a 
back-less dress that clung to her skin rising to a choke 
collar, or a dress that had traditional straps and a lower 
cut across her breasts.   She guessed he would pick the 
latter so he could look down her dress as she bent over for 
a pool shot.   But she was wrong.  He chose the dress that 
wouldn't allow a bra.




Steven was not very excited about the evening.  He had gone 
to high school in another state and had met only one of her 
high school classmates, who was a neighbor when she was 
growing up.  The arcade would be great, but the shaking 
hands and smiles would be wearing.  But, you had to do what 
you had to do.  And she did look nice.  Glancing at Hayley 
in the passenger seat, it wasn't obvious that she wasn't 
wearing a bra.  He liked that, in that most of the women 
probably couldn't go without and look "presentable," 
especially with her size breasts.  In the muted lights of 
the arcade, the unconfined shape of her breasts wouldn't 
even be as noticeable.  

There were two other things he liked.  Hayley had foregone 
the usual full size panty in favor of a lacy one that was 
much briefer.  It wasn't outright provocative, but the 
faint panty-line he had observed following her to the car 
at least suggested this woman had a sense of fun.  The 
other thing he liked was the spaghetti strapped shoes.  He 
didn't have a foot fetish, but those thin black straps on 
her bare feet suggested a more ready sensuality than did 
her dress.  In short, she didn't look cheap and she didn't 
look glamorous.  She looked like a well dressed lady but at 
the same time presented a look that suggested she enjoyed 
fucking her mate.  Of all the looks and heirs that her 
classmates would assume this evening, there were none that 
he would prefer more than this or, for that matter, that 
would be more authentic.

They arrived "fashionably late," due solely to traffic.  
There was no formal dinner but instead a lengthy table of 
appetizers and small sandwiches, along with an open bar.  
After shaking hands with a few self-appointed hosts, Hayley 
apparently didn't recognize anyone she knew, and they 
filled their plates and chose a table.  Steven went to get 
drinks, a Molson for him and a Bloody Mary for Hayley, the 
only alcoholic beverage which she liked.  After twenty 
minutes of chatter, mostly listening to her say who she 
thought some of the people were, there were no "friends" in 
sight.  So he made his way to the bar for more drinks.  
This was going to be a slow, slow evening.  Maybe she would 
be ready to go play some arcade games.

After getting the drinks and turning back towards Hayley, 
he stopped.  Although "horror" would be too strong a word, 
it was with a full sense of dread that he noticed through a 
doorway an open floor area and a band testing the 
microphone.  Dancing.  A little secret she had kept from 
him.  Video games and pool should have been enough fun for 
a reunion.  But, nooooooooo.  

He returned his attention to the table, which now had four 
visitors.  Good!  More talking, less dancing.  Who were 
these people?  They looked nice enough, and it seemed like 
everyone was excited.   As he handed Hayley her drink and 
was about to sit down, everyone rose, and he could see that 
they were headed to the dance floor.  This turned out to be 
the room used for the mystery theater, with all the tables 
removed and seats placed along the wall.  Which was worse?  
Going to a school dance as a kid too afraid to ask a girl 
to dance, or being married to a wife who expected to him to 
dance when she knew he didn't like it?  

Grin.  Bear it.  Claim a chair.  Hayley introduced him to 
the others.  Wes and Tina.  Wes ran track in High School.  
He had dated Tina since then.   Two kids with another on 
the way, apparently a relatively recent discovery as she 
had a great figure.  Tim and Jamie.  Another track guy and 
a blonde he had found and wisely kept in college.  Two kids 
also.  And with that, they were off dancing.  Nice to get 
to know them.

Then it was his turn, Hayley leading him by the hand.  
Grin.  Bear it.  Don't step on your wife's feet.  Hope for 
a slow song.  And otherwise enjoy the view.  With the dance 
floor filling rapidly, the air conditioning came on, 
blowing a steady stream of cold air into the room.  And 
gazing at his wife's chest, it was obvious she felt a 
chill.  And while she could shake her body with the best of 
them, he didn't think she had considered the jiggling of 
her breasts, outlined by the tight fabric across them.




It was great to see Wes and Tim again.  The cute guys were 
still...cute, though they would like age in the next ten 
years to "distinguished looking."  They had been cut-ups in 
high school, and it was obvious they had remained friends 
since, as the foursome didn't do any catching up.  Hayley 
was glad to be included, and, all things considered, glad 
to be remembered by them.

Steven wasn't doing so badly, and she was proud of him for 
trying.  She gave him a break, trying to pick out the 
slower numbers, when they could dance...close.  Being "close" 
in marriage lasted only moments, usually an embrace before 
stripping and making love.  But dancing forced you to wait, 
to feel the warmth of your partner, and to generate an 
excitement that led to anticipation.  She enjoyed the 
intimacy.

When the band took a break, everyone rejoined along the 
chairs.  It turned out that Tina, who was a couple of 
months pregnant, wasn't feeling well, and Wes had to return 
her home.  Tim and Jamie were happy to hear that Wes could 
return with Tina's full permission to enjoy the reunion.  
And they must not have lived too far away, because it was 
less than a half hour later when Steven handed her off to 
Wes, now single for the night, who was a very good dancer 
indeed.  Hayley thought that Steven was thinking this was a 
"win, win" situation, but she would really have rather 
danced with him.  But Wes was a very good dancer, and they 
danced.  Steven got her another Bloody Mary, and she danced 
some more.  

Steven went to play a few games about the time Tim switched 
places with Wes.   He wasn't as good a dancer, but then, 
neither was she.  It was the alcohol.  But it was okay, 
wasn't it?  She didn't think the alcohol was the reason Tim 
kept glancing at her breasts, but...let him look.  It stirred 
her on to dancing just  a little more aggressively, her 
tits' movement drawing him in.  And then it was Wes's turn 
again, but, it was a slow number.  Wes, too, had taken a 
full look at her before pulling her close.  She felt the 
compliment.  Where was Steven?  Still playing games.   Her 
thoughts changed abruptly as she realized that Wes sure 
smelled good.  She wasn't tipsy, quite stable in fact.  But 
she wanted to breathe deeply of that smell, so she leaned 
closer, placing her head on his chest.   His cologne wasn't 
overpowering, just...nice.  Sensual.  And, as their bodies 
nestled slightly closer, she realized it was sort of a 
turn-on to smell another man.  It had been a long time...

Before Steven, it was probably Mike.  Now he was a great 
dancer, and imaginative, too, in bed and out.  They would 
dance anywhere, and their college was large enough that it 
always seemed like it was just the two of them in a crowd 
of strangers.  She would lean into him, as well.  He had 
liked the way her breasts became cleavage when she had 
pressed against him.  Although he had seen her naked 
frequently, he was always shifting for a view down her 
dress or shirt.  Her breasts hadn't been quite as large 
then, but she was aware that guys were always looking.

She had been uncomfortable in slow dances, at first, at the 
way Mike would place his hands, not on her waist or behind 
her back, but directly on her butt, pulling her close to 
him.  And he was persistent about it.  She soon realized 
that no one appeared to notice, and, in fact, it wasn't 
uncommon.  So she would grab him likewise, close her 
eyes, press herself against his cock, and shift 
ever...so...slightly, rubbing against his hard shaft in 
circular patterns as they danced in the tightest embrace.

And with sudden awareness, she realized she was doing the 
same to Wes.  She pulled away, afraid of what he would 
think.  "I'm so sorry," she pleaded.

Wes had a big grin on his face, and said, "It's okay.  We 
were just dancing, and."  He sort of waved it off.  But his 
hands had been on her ass, pulling her against him, she 
remembered.  He hadn't fought it, and, she realized, she 
was wet from feeling his cock as they danced.

"Uh, look.  I'm going to go find Steven."

"Dance with me a little longer, and then go get him.  I 
won't do anything, I promise."  

He sounded genuine, and the awkwardness seemed to vanish.  
So she rejoined him, although in a more presentable way.  
What if Steven had come back when they.?  She turned her 
head slightly to see if Steven was back at his seat.  He 
wasn't.  She was relieved.  She caught a glimpse of Tim and 
Jamie out of the corner of her eye, and Tim seemed to be 
signaling Wes to go to a hallway.  She wasn't sure what 
that meant.

Wes separated from her and said, "Look, why don't you go 
and find Steven.  And, uh, don't tell Tim, but, why don't 
you both go down the hall there and go into the back room 
on the left.  Quietly.   Maybe Steven can settle your," he 
smiled and raised an eyebrow, "itch."

Wes left her and started down towards the hall, which Tim 
and Jamie were already in. The way Wes had said it sounded 
like there was something going on because they were to be 
quiet, but they wouldn't be involved because Stephen would 
fix her itch. She didn't quite understand what was going 
on, and decided to find Steven.  Which wasn't hard.  He was 
just finishing up a pinball game when she grabbed his hand 
and led him back to the dance area.  It was a series of 
slow numbers, fortunately, and it took a song and a half 
before she decided what to say to him. 

She kissed him on the neck and worked her way closer to his 
ear.  "Uh, Wes, Tim, and Jamie went down that hall.  I sort 
of got a hint that we should follow and be very quiet.  I'm 
curious.  How about you?"




Steven had felt somewhat hesitant about leaving his wife to 
dance with her old friends.  He hadn't enjoyed the dancing, 
but he had enjoyed the view of his wife.  She could move, 
and she was sexy doing it.  And her moves made her tits 
jiggle, and her nipples had stayed hard, and...why had he 
left her?  Because it was dancing. He'd never enjoyed it, 
and watching his wife make her moves had just made him feel 
the worse by comparison.  So Wes had seemed like the answer 
to an unasked prayer.  Let her dance with her friends.  He 
liked the games.

Just as he was thinking he should check on his wife, she 
found him and led him to the dance area.  He was glad she 
was having a good time, and, all things considered, slow 
dances weren't so bad.  But she was physically hot, her 
skin was flushed around the neck, and she had danced enough 
to perspire.  He moved his hand across her ass, and...it 
seemed like her panties were bunched up.  Feeling her flesh 
beneath her dress, he squeezed her with both hands, and 
then she voiced the oddest question.  Go down a hallway?

How strange.  And, how did that come up?  Separating from 
his wife, he looked at her.  Her nipples were even more 
pronounced, if possible.  The red splotches on her neck 
probably weren't from dancing.  She tended to overheat in 
that particular way when she was thinking about sex.  Her 
mouth looked ready for a wet, passionate kiss, and her eyes 
held a dare.  Yeah.  He was curious.

She led him down the hall, which had smaller conference 
rooms on either side.  They went into the back left one, 
quietly.  The door hinge didn't squeak, and they shut it 
fully.  It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the 
dark, far longer than it took for their ears.  The room had 
a corner in it towards the rear, where it was separated 
from an identical room accessed from across the hall.  A 
moving partition separated the rooms, with a gap in the 
middle.  While the room they were in didn't have windows, 
the other room had some light from a lit sign shining 
through a row of decorative glass bricks that formed one 
corner of the wall.

Hayley's friends weren't making any pretenses about being 
quiet, as they could hear them clearly.

Slurping noises.  ".feels good, Jamie.  I was getting a bit 
worked up dancing with Hayley."  That would be Wes.  But 
isn't Tim her husband?

"Yeah, we were watching.  We didn't know what kind of move 
you made on her, but it seemed to be working."  That would 
be Tim.  And what was Hayley doing that they were talking 
about?  He grabbed Hayley's hand, and he could see feel her 
trembling with nervousness.  They crept up to the opening, 
but not so close that the light would reveal them.

Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his 
ankles, with a beer in his hand.  Jamie was squatting and 
had two hands on his cock and was sucking it noisily.  
Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but realized that 
Wes's cock looked bigger because of the way Jamie was 
holding it and because it was shaved.  Tim was sitting on 
another table, his back to them.

"That's just it.  I didn't really make a move at all.  We 
were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she closes 
in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against me.  I got 
worked up, but she was doing the working.  I was about to 
turn her face to kiss me when she pulled away.  It was 
strange.  Whoa, Jamie!  I don't want to cum yet."

Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes's beer.  
"Come on now.  Are you telling me that the one girl you 
said you wish you had screwed in High School, who, by the 
way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) looking great in a 
dress that stretches against her bra-less tits, made the 
move on you?"

Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers on 
the table.  She lifted her hair so he could reach the 
zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth 
motion.  Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim peeled 
it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the floor.  He 
reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell on the dress.  
Her ass was perfectly framed by black garters; there 
weren't any panties to remove.  Tim gave her a quick pat on 
the butt, and she moved forward towards Wes, who had 
watched the undressing in every detail.

"Look.  You were watching.  I'm not making it up.  Steven 
seems like a great guy, but he wasn't there.  I was 
beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her company 
back here.  It would be the capper for the evening to see 
her undressed like Jamie here."

"Oh, so finally someone talks about me!  What am I, chopped 
liver?  Hayley, Hayley, Hayley.  If you wanted to fuck her, 
you should have done it in High School.   How about paying 
a little attention here.  This is new for me, you know.  
I'm used to switching off, but tonight I've got both of 
you, and, I gotta say, I'm looking forward to it.  Tim, 
that is an invitation, you know."

Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid on 
the table, his cock fully erect and waiting.  Jamie leaned 
over, resting her arms on the table, then taking him in her 
mouth.  Wes stepped behind her, felt for her opening and 
thrust inside, adding, "It's showtime, folks."




Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she didn't 
think Wes could be sure she was there.  She had never 
watched anyone have sex before, and her body was saying she 
wanted sex, too.  But she didn't think she could keep quiet 
enough.  The conversation in the other room had stopped, 
but the sound of skin on skin thundered in her ears.  
Steven had lifted her dress, his face to the side of her 
body so that he could watch as well.  What was he thinking, 
especially after hearing what they had said about her?

He pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them.  
The cool air against her wet lips felt...sensuously wicked.  
He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but ever so 
quietly.  And he began to use a finger, sliding it around 
in and around her wetness, not really penetrating, but 
twitching the end of his finger in time with Wes's thrusts 
into Jamie.  It would have to do.  If he did any more, 
she'd cry out, loudly, for him to fuck her.  And that just 
wouldn't work.

Tim was groaning, repeating "yeah" and "that's it" before 
groaning.  Then Jamie's head raised quickly.  Hayley had 
seen cum spurt from a cock before, but it was odd watching 
in reverse as it spilled from Jamie's mouth onto her 
husband's cock.  And there was no way of keeping it in, 
with her panting faster and faster due to the fucking she 
was getting by Wes.  She was clearly trying not to be too 
loud, too.  Finally, she saw Wes's face tighten as his body 
slammed into her with several loud "smacks," and then he 
relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere just 
over her own shoulder.  He couldn't see her...good.

"Alright, cleanup time."  Both guys looked excited at this 
apparently familiar phrase.  Tim said, "Well, come here!"  
Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it was clear he 
was licking up his cum between kisses.  When he was done, 
she pulled away and sat on the table next to him, her feet 
on the edge of the table, parting her legs.  Wes was 
quickly there, between her legs, eating his cum from her 
cunt.  Wes was saying something but she couldn't make out 
what he was saying.  His mouth was probably full.  

When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the other 
side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing Hayley.  It 
made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to hear every 
word so she could replay this entire experience over and 
over.  It was obvious that they were cooling off.

".your house next weekend, Wes?" 

"Yeah.  I'm sorry Tina bowed out tonight.  It would have 
been fun.  She's super horny when she's pregnant, as you 
well know."

"I just can't wait until her breasts get larger.  That's 
going to be all kinds of fun."

"Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, and 
now you're talking about Tina.  Don't forget me!"

"How could we forget you?" said Wes.  He gave her a big hug 
and a kiss.  Come on Tim.  Let's help her get dressed."  

Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them and 
threw them to the side of the room.  "Let's let that be a 
little clue for the mystery theater to solve.  By the way, 
that was great, guys.  I don't know why we waited so long 
to try 2 on 1.  I'll bet Tina would like it, too."  Wes 
fastened Jamie's bra, and Tim helped her with the dress, 
before getting dressed themselves.

With Steven's finger still at her cunt, Hayley breathlessly 
waited as they dressed and left the room, laughing as they 
exited the other side. 

It was safe.  "What if we had been seen?"  Her eyes grew 
wider.  She hadn't meant to say that aloud.




Steven removed his finger from between his wife's legs, 
placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her 
ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining room.  
"I'll tell you what.  Maybe one of them says "come on in!"  
Or maybe someone just curls a finger in invitation.  And I 
walk you in, just like this.  Only, they're naked, and you 
see Wes and Tim's cocks start to stiffen.  And one of them, 
maybe Wes, since he obviously wants to fuck you, starts 
stroking his cock and says `I hope you'll join us.'  Only, 
before those words are out of his mouth, my hands have 
unfastened your dress at the neck, and before you realize 
what has happened, the top of your dress if falling down, 
just like this, exposing your breasts to two guys and a 
girl that I've only just met!"  

"Only, I don't stop there.  Before you recover from the 
shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to the 
floor, just like this.  And then you're standing there, 
naked except for your shoes.  And I know you're turned on, 
because you're not even trying to cover yourself.  So I 
reach around and give a brief pinch to each of your hard 
nipples.  They're watching, and Wes really starts to smile, 
because he knows what he's going to get.  He's been 
admiring your breasts all night.  But he wants more, I 
know.  So, I show him.  My hands run along your body and 
meet at your crotch, which is soaked.  And I spread your 
cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be fucked by 
two guys.  I wipe your juices on your breasts, and I walk 
you forward to the table, right over to Tim's cock, and 
they know they have permission to fuck my wife, because the 
last words you hear me say are, `Take her.'"

Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping 
them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock 
already wet with pre-cum.  "Tim holds out his arms for you, 
but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and pulls you 
to his cock.   Just like that, yes.   And you're so turned 
on you really want to suck his cock, because you never 
expected to end up in a situation like this, and you know 
it will happen only once.   And you're so focused on that 
cock, it's like your husband is not even in the room.  And 
even though your mouth is full of this man's cock, you 
start wriggling your ass, wondering when Wes's cock will 
fill you up, because you've wanted him ever since feeling 
his shaft when you danced."  

"And then you're surprised, as you feel your breasts being 
caressed by a feminine touch.  It's Jamie, and her hands 
are nervous with excitement because she's never done that 
before."  Steven rolled a nipple between his fingers, 
removed his cock from Hayley's mouth, and stepped behind 
her.  "You're shocked that another woman's touch could send 
electrical charges through your body, and, right in time 
with her pinch, you feel Wes's cock thrust into your cunt, 
like this.  This is what you've wanted, isn't it?"   

"But it's not just a stranger's cock thrusting inside you, 
it's better than that.  These cocks represent those wasted 
years in high school year when you stuck with the one guy, 
and were left to wonder what it would be like to have 
fooled around with others.  Only, this is the real world, 
and your husband is watching you take two guys at once, and 
there's no denying that you're enjoying sex right now more 
than any time of your life.  So here you are, naked, in a 
dark room at a video arcade, fucking two guys, your 
husband's familiar touch forgotten.  That is what you want, 
isn't it?  So go ahead and say it, you want to be fucked by 
two guys."




Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her head 
as well.  Her eyes were closed as his thrusts increased.  
His cock didn't seem familiar at all.  He was fucking her 
harder than in their bedroom, and his cock seemed larger, 
as big as Wes's, and it stretched her cunt to ecstasy.   
Her tits were swinging, bouncing with each thrust.  She 
could just imagine...someone watching them...her fans.  As she 
listened to her husband unfold the story, it wasn't hard 
too hard to imagine that it was Wes fucking her, with her 
husband watching from somewhere.  And while the fucking was 
great, it would complete the story if she had a real cock 
in her mouth right now.

It was like Steven was reading her mind.  Just as she 
imagined what was next, his story made it seem real.  And 
here again, he was right on target, reading her mind.  So 
she went ahead and said it.  "I want to be fucked...by...two 
guys."  It was a hard thing to say to your husband.

"Louder."

She took a deep breath.  "I want to be fucked by two guys!"  
There.  It was out.  Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie had been 
like the best porno movie she had ever seen, only, the 
acting was great.  And she was jealous of Jamie as she had 
watched.  She leaned further on the table, resting her head 
on an arm, and she used her other hand to reach back to her 
clit.  This was going to be big.  Steven was thrusting hard 
and fast, and she knew he only had moments to go.  Her 
rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her 
fingers bringing her closer to orgasm.  She felt his hot 
cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she tilted 
her head slightly and opened her eyes.  

She had known he was there, known he would be there.   She 
had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had removed 
his cock from her mouth...Wes, standing beyond the partition 
in the dark.  The light shone on his cock, mostly, with his 
hand stroking back and forth quickly.  It wasn't hard to 
find the slight reflection in his eyes.  And recognition.  
They came together, she noisily. 

"Cleanup time."  Steven looked surprised.  This wasn't part 
of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the evening 
was.  She spread her legs, and she could see the cum begin 
to leak between her lips.  She gathered his head between 
her legs, holding his chin and tongue against her wet cunt.    
She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn't see him, 
she could feel him there, gazing at her naked breasts.  She 
cupped one breast with her hand, as if offering it, and she 
smiled into the darkness.  And it dawned on her that in a 
way, she did have sex with two men.  And Steven didn't need 
to know that...she liked it.



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