“Honey, you know how you said you wanted to have a double penetration experience?” You bring this up nonchalantly, as if it were something we spoke about on the regular. Your hand moved to rest on top of mine across the table.
I looked up from my phone where I had been frantically texting a friend, my brow quirked up in surprise. I slowly set my phone down, my friend all but forgotten.
“Yes, I recall this conversation we had in bed… several months ago…” My expression is bemused as to why you bring this up suddenly, in a diner no less. Usually we don’t discuss sex at the dinner table, especially something so exotic.
A tiny grin lights up your face as you motion to someone behind you. A man gets up from a table nearby. I’d noticed he’d only been drinking coffee, but I’d figured he’d been waiting for someone, maybe a blind date? Apparently, he’d been waiting for us. I look him up and down, taking in his physique. He’s a bit on the burly side, obviously very hairy (as evidenced by the veritable bush poking out of the top of his shirt), and had the cutest nose I’d ever seen on a man. He slid into the boot beside you, his own lips turning in to a grin.
“You didn’t tell me she’d be so pretty,” he practically growled as he gave me a once over, his gaze hungry. My face flushed. I was modestly dressed: blue jeans and a shirt that wasn’t cut ridiculously low, sneakers on my feet. Yet he was looking at me like I was the tastiest morsel he had ever laid eyes on. I was a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, but you gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Lilly, this is Ernie. He works with me. He heard about your wanting to try DP and offered to be my second,” you explain, giving me a salacious smile. You know that sharing is not something I’ve been entirely interested in, and you hadn’t shown any predilection to wanting to share either, so this is all a surprise to me. My eyes narrow a bit, but there’s another reassuring squeeze.
“I wanted to surprise you.” That grin grows a bit as you realize I’m uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m certainly surprised.” I didn’t intend for my tone to be sharp, but neither of you seemed to care.
The waitress came by and set a piece of pumpkin pie in front of me, topped with whipped cream. I took my hand away from yours and swiped up a dollop of cream on to my finger. I tucked it inside my mouth and I could hear Ernie groaning. My eyes were on you though. You liked your lips, enjoying my little show. My finger popped out of my mouth a moment later, cleaned of the cream.
“So,” I start, as I pick up my fork to cut off a slice of pie. “I assume you both want to do this tonight?” Nods from both of you. “Alright…” I’m starting to get warm, imagining both of you naked in front of me, and then what you’re going to do to me! I could’ve squealed with delight. My trepidation was melting away as the horny part of my brain took over with a vengeance. I could feel my nipples pearling beneath my bra, pressing against the fabric. I catch your gaze dipping to my breasts as I nibble on my pie. My nipples only get harder under your gaze. Ernie is more earnest in watching my mouth as I suck pie from my fork. I make a show for him, dragging my tongue along my fork. He looks like he’s starting to sweat, his mouth slightly open, panting.
I finish my pie, slowly, enjoying the flavor of pumpkin and cream. When I’m done, I push the plate away and go back for my cup of coffee, sipping daintily. I know you’re both turned on and I can smell the distinct musk of at least one of you. The waitress swings by to clear plates and drop off the check.
“You two want to get out of here?” I suggest over the rim of my coffee cup, a seductive little smile on my face. Ernie nods, clearly turned on.
You usher Ernie out of the booth and stand to help me up from my seat. We pay the bill and head out to our car.
Twenty minutes later, we’re standing in the living room of our house. You reach over and push me to my knees. I look up at both of you, licking my lips.
“So, who wants to be where?” I ask, reaching for the hem of my shirt to draw it over my head. You two let me strip off my shirt and I can hear belt buckles being undone, zippers drawn down, while I take my shirt off. When I can see again, two stiff cocks are pointing at me. Your long, thick, silk over steel, Ernie’s shorter, thicker, wrinkly member. My hands reach for both of you, and you both shuffle forward into my waiting hands. I stroke both of you at first, enjoying the steel of your cock, and feeling Ernie’s getting even harder in my palm.
“Suck me,” you command, but I have other ideas. With a coy smile, I lean toward Ernie instead. He sucked in a breath, anticipating what my mouth is going to feel like closed around his shaft. I blow on the head of his penis, it twitches in my hand and I hear Ernie let out a grunt akin to a moan. That spurred me on and I opened my mouth to accept his fat head into my moist chasm. This time he actually moaned and heat speared down my spine, straight to my groin. I squirmed a bit as I sucked him down into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat, but not quite. My fist and mouth moved up and down his length while my other hand continued to toy with you. I was a bit distracted with Ernie, but I can feel you getting even harder as you watch your little slut suck another man’s cock.
“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” Ernie grunted a few minutes later. I could feel everything tightening, he was clearly about to blow his load in my mouth! I pulled back, giving him a sad look, grasping his cock tightly at the base to preventing him from cumming.
“Naughty boy, you don’t get to cum yet.” I shook my head and looked up to you with a smirk. “You want me to suck you now?” You give a nod, short and curt. I can tell you’re a bit upset with me for giving Ernie a blowjob first, but I can’t exactly tell you that I was sorry for it – because I wasn’t. I enjoyed this newfound game, making you jealous of other men as I lavished sexual attention on them. It was making me hot to know that you were mad because I knew that I was going to get punished for it.
With my usual eagerness, I moved to your cock and sucked the head into my mouth. I can’t quite fit all of you in me, I’ve never been able to, but to soothe the sting of my prior actions, I try to take you back farther than I normally do. I gag a bit, my stomach protesting profusely, but I pull back as I hear you let out a deep moan. Oh, you liked that, did you? I repeated the action a few times before you pushed my head away. Apparently, it was too much for you too! Who would’ve thought?
I leaned back on my knees, looking up at both of you. “Now what?” I asked, begging for instruction.
“You should get naked,” Ernie said, eager as a high school boy about to feel his first tit. I smirked as I watched you shoot him a hot glare. You were already planning retribution on him. I wondered what your work dynamic was like as I slowly rose to do as I was bid. I unclasped my bra, letting it slide down my arms, revealing my large globes. My nipples were still hard from all of the tension in my body and I could see Ernie salivating for a taste of them. I pushed my jeans down next, revealing that I hadn’t worn panties today. Soft brown curls greeted both of your gazes, cut short and neat. “Oh god,” escapes Ernie’s lips. His cock is twitching, anticipating what he’s about to do.