"Why?" I laughed. "To turn him on? That's not very nice, is it?"
Mike hung up his coat and turned to me.
"Oh, sure," he said. "It's a guy thing. Men like to get excited. Then he can just go home and jerk off."
I giggled. But the thought of Frank jerking off actually turned me on. He is a big, muscular guy – and for some reason I imagine he has a big cock. Not that I've ever seen it.
"Alright then," I said. "I'll try to look my best."
Mike walked past me into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I knew he was making sure that there was enough beer. Oh yeah, that's what it was going to be like: A boy's night with me as the pretty hostess. I didn't mind. Frank is a nice guy and fun to be with.
"Oh, by the way," Mike said. "Where did we put 'The Thing'?"
'The Thing'. That was Mike's word for that stupid sex toy he'd recently bought on the net. It was an aluminum cylinder, much like a thermos. Except that when you took the top off, inside was the cutest latex pussy – quite realistic, actually. I don't know whatever possessed him to buy such a thing. But if he wants to fuck it when I'm away, that's okay with me. In fact, that pussy looks a bit like mine.
"What do you want 'The Thing' for?" I said. "Do you have to jerk off right now?"
Mike laughed.
"No no," he said. "I just want Frank to see it. It's good for a laugh."
"I'll see if I can find it," I said and went into the bedroom to get dressed.
I found 'The Thing' under the bed. Unused.
When Frank arrived, I was wearing a short black skirt, a tight pink top that really showed off my big tits – and my stiletto heels, of course. I bet a lot of guys see me and think I'm a bimbo, but I don't care. I like looking sexy, and if that gets the guys all hot and bothered, that's okay with me.
A smiled. He liked what he saw. So did Frank, I could tell.
"Hi Alison," he said and gave me a big hug. I felt his muscles through his suit.
"Want a beer?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," Frank said. "Beer would be nice."
"I'll get it," I said. Ah yes, the sweet little housewife.
When I came back from the kitchen with the refreshments, they'd sat down around our glass coffee table.
"Thanks," the guys said and sipped their beers.
"Say," Frank asked, pointing to 'the thing'. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh, that," Mike grinned. "It's a guy thing. Just bought it."
He took the cylinder and unscrewed the lid, letting Frank see the latex pussy inside.
"Ohmigod," Frank laughed. "What a treat for us single guys."
"You can borrow it, if you like," Mike said.
"Thanks," Frank said. "But I think I prefer a real woman."
"Like Alison?" Mike asked.
Shyly, Frank looked over at me.
"Yeah, she's pretty," he said. "You're a very lucky man."
"I know," Mike said. "Just look at her. Alison, get up. Let Frank have look at you."
I got up and stood in the middle of the floor, turning around like a model. Frank laughed.
"Ta-daaah!" I said.
"Take your top off," Mike said.
"What?" I said. I couldn't believe my ears.
"It's okay," Mike said. "You're not shy, are you? Let Frank have a look at your tits."
"Really..." I said.
But okay. I took off my top and threw it on the floor. I grabbed my shapely breasts, showing them off to the two men.
"Yeah," Mike said, "like that, Alison. Cute tits, eh?"
Surprisingly, Frank wasn't shocked. He smiled, just enjoying it. "Beautiful," he said.
"Show us more," Mike said. "Drop the skirt,"
I unzipped my skirt and stood in front of them in panties and high heels. They cheered, and I turned around and bent over, wiggling my ass at them.
"That's a cute little ass," Frank said.
"Yeah," Mike said. "Take your panties off. Stay in that position and take them off."
I sighed. Then I obeyed, slowly slipping my panties down and letting them drop to the floor. I swiftly kicked them aside.
"Wow!" Frank exclaimed.
"Like what you see, boys?" I asked.
"We love it!" Mike said. "Come over here."
I turned around. Frank's eyes immediately focused on my freshly shaved pussy. His relaxed smile froze somewhat. I bet he was getting aroused.
"Lie on the table," Mike said.
Obediently, I sat on the coffee table – the glass cold against my naked buttocks. Then I lay on my back.
"Spread your legs," Mike said.
I didn't really understand what was going on. It had happened so fast. It was all just a bit of fun – but now here I was on my back, naked, legs spread, showing my pussy off to a friend of my boyfriend. This was surreal – but what could I do? Now it was too late to turn back. I felt my body trembling slightly.
"Nice pussy, eh?" Mike said.
"Mmm," Frank replied, bending forwards to get a closer look at my cunt.
"You can touch it if you like," Mike said.
And immediately I felt Frank's fingers stroking my labia.
"No..." I whispered.
But Frank didn't take his hand away. Instead his finger followed the contours of my pussy lips, gently pushing against my flesh, opening it slightly. I closed my eyes.
"Nice," I heard Frank saying.
"Yeah," Mike grunted. "Play with her cunt. She really likes that."
I moaned, writhing on the coffee table. Frank's finger entered my slit, then withdrew, then entered again. In a slow, lazy rhythm he was fucking me with his finger. I felt myself getting wet, lubricating his finger, letting it slip deeper and deeper into my pussy.
"Please..." I whispered.
"Is your cock hard?" Mike asked.
"What?" Frank said.
"Aren't you getting hard doing that?" Mike said. "I've got a big hard-on just from watching it."
"I guess," I heard Frank saying, his finger still sliding in and out of my succulent cunt.
"Shit, this turns me on!" Mike said. "C'mon, let's get our cocks out."
Frank's finger slipped out of my pussy with a little, wet sound. And I heard the two men getting up and zipping down.
"Open your eyes," Frank ordered.