The discussion around the dinner table in a large and very busy upper-class restaurant took a dangerous turn. Someone mentioned that she was recently part of a threesome with two men, something I had never experienced before. My boyfriend, Jack, who wasn’t there because he and his mates went to a pub, said he never wanted to share me with anybody. I was his alone. He was the jealous type.
Next to me sat two strangers, friends of my best friend, Jill. Blondie on my left, had his hand on my thigh where my stockings ended, and my smooth naked thigh invitingly began. Hunk on my right wasn’t far behind. He had his hand on my smooth, naked back. I made a mistake, or maybe it was deliberate, to wear my sexy black mini dress with an open back and a cleavage that barely covered my full breasts. Furthermore, I decided to go commando to Jill’s birthday bash. I wanted to experience new things.
The talk about threesomes, sex in public, blowjobs and swinging made my pussy wet as the morning dew. I could feel the wetness dripping between my folds onto the soft chair. Blondie’s hand moved the short distance up my smooth naked thigh to my aching wet pussy. As his finger pressed against my sensitive clit, I let out a suppressed moan. The noise around the table muffled my expression of pleasure and, peeking at our table companions, I was relieved to see that no one heard it.
Hunk’s hand found its way down my naked back to the top of my ass cheeks. He pulled at my dress to get better access to my behind. I leaned forwards for him to remove my mini from under me. I felt as vulnerable as I have never been before. Two beautiful strangers had their fingers close to the entrances of my two nether holes, ready to invade my privacy that belonged to another. I had to make a choice: open up and let them in, or close shop and return to be the property of another. Conflicting emotions flooded my oversensitive body. Desire screamed for release, cried for pleasure, while my rational mind warned me of the consequences of infidelity, of Jack’s bursts of anger.
I was still in turmoil when I saw Jack sitting in a far corner with a blonde bimbo sucking on his face as if he needed CPR. His fucking hand was on her tits. A moment ago I was ready to listen to reason to keep my virtue intact. Not anymore. Relief filled my conscience. I didn’t belong to Jack or anyone else. It was as if shackles dropped from my hands and feet, and a chastity belt covering my pussy became undone. I was my own person and I could love whomever I want and make love to everyone.
As if my two would-be lovers sensed my willingness to love, they made their moves. Blondie’s finger moved rapidly over my clit while Hunk moved his fingers in the valley between my cheeks up to my backdoor. I leaned forward and trapped Blondie’s hand between my legs. Hunk twirled his finger around my pucker hole as I gasped for air. His finger left my anus and found its way into my wet pussy. Another finger invaded my pussy, this time it was Blondie’s. Their fingers met inside me, stretching my desire.
Hunk withdrew his wet, lubricated finger and pushed it slowly into my anus. Oh, fuck. That was too much for my sensitive body. I sat back, trapping their fingers in my two holes. This would never be enough. I wanted their throbbing cocks inside me, I wanted to be fucked.
“Follow me,” I whispered in their ears. I slowly stood up to give them time to remove their wet fingers from me and time enough for me to straighten my bunched-up dress. On my way to the bathroom, I walked past Jack and his fuck, leaned over the table to show them my exposed tits and erect nipples.
“Just to let you know,” I said softly, without any malice. “It is over between us. I belong to no one.” I saw Jack’s jaw drop, his hand still on her tit.