Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Out of earshot of anyone else, the conversation became very indicative and there was lots of sexual tension between us. After some time Brett positioned himself with me as I spoke with Phil. I found out why he did when I felt his hands placed on my underside.

Now, while I have had guys make moves on me, I’d always politely rejected them, but the minute I felt Brett’s contact I knew this time was different. I’d never been aroused with just two guys this handsome.

Instead of eliminating the hand, I let it stay there. Taking my lack of demonstration as reinforcement (and it was), Brett started rubbing my butt. In conclusion, I transferred back to his grasp.

After a moment and a lot of groping, he slid his hands beneath my bikini and started fondling me. I stopped talking since I liked his touch.

It must’ve been the silence or the looks on our faces, which made Phil pick up on what was happening underwater.

He joined in, reaching out and grabbing my breasts, which were just beneath the surface of the water. I gasped because he tweaked my nipples through the fabric of the top.

Not happy with this, he moved close enough to reach me and loosened the tie round my spine. The top stayed tied around my throat, but the remainder drifted upwards, allowing him unrestricted access to my flesh. Brett, not needing to be established, slipped a hand down my entrance and started fingering my pussy.

I couldn’t believe I was allowing them to do this to me, particularly with people standing only several yards away, but nobody seemed to notice.

It helped how the men played it cool, speaking with each other casually while they worked me over with their palms. They were persuasive actors. If I’d been on the coast, I likely wouldn’t have understood what was happening.

As hot as I’d been, it didn’t take long them long to bring me to orgasm. It wasn’t a significant one. If anything, it left me wanting more. As I recovered, Phil whispered he understood an out of the way area of the playground where we could carry on with things privately.

I understood I should deny, but being how handsome the men were and how failed my husband left me feel, I couldn’t even afford a token demonstration.

They gave me instructions, then made out of the water and led me off to the rendezvous with a different route. I waited ten minutes, every minute feeling like an hour before stepping out of the water and putting my clothes back on. I headed into the forests, getting more excited with every step I took.

Following a very long walk through some overgrown paths, I eventually came upon a little picnic area which had seen better days. Phil and Brett were there waiting patiently for me.

Phil explained this was an old portion of the playground that virtually nobody employed because the newer region, where the picnic has been maintained, was assembled. Considering the distance we traveled and how the region was heavily wooded, I was sure we would have total privacy.

After I came to an arm’s reach the men were around me, and after a minute’s hesitation, I was doing exactly the same. In seconds they had me totally nude. Brett stopped stripping me to catch a blanket that he’d pulled it at on top of the tables. Phil raised me up and put me on the border, then pushed me on my back.

As he sat in front of me, I couldn’t help feeling the meal I served to him. He pried my thighs apart and started to eat me out like he hadn’t licked a pussy in years. As I writhed on the table, Brett leaned over and began sucking my breasts.

I’d never had two men before, and I was sorry I had never attempted it. Between using a tongue buried in my pussy and my breasts being squeezed, I climaxed quicker than I had in weeks.

Phil maintained a grip on my squirming thighs while he continued lapping away through the climax, bringing me nicely into another orgasm.

Brett stopped working on my breasts and told Phil he wanted a preference. Phil let him shoot over between my thighs, but instead of switching to my breasts, he positioned me diagonally on the dining table with my head over the side.

I was about to protest when he dropped his shorts and let his penis spring free directly in front of me.

Quick on the uptake, I opened my mouth, beckoning him with my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head and jammed half his prick down my throat. When it was evident I wasn’t going to tease, he started face-fucking me like how my husband would.

Regardless of the rough way my mouth was being treated, I managed to deal with all of Phil’s typical size penis. My husband is pretty well-endowed, however, because he seldom uses it, it’s definitely a case of larger not being greater.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

It didn’t take long for me to have another orgasm, even though I couldn’t cry out since I had a cock buried deep in my throat. Unlike Phil, Brett ceased eating out as I arrived. I started to wonder whether he was planning to change with Phil again once I felt that my legs raised over Brett’s shoulders and his penis nestled itself against my pussy.

I grunted as Brett jammed his whole length into me with one thrust. He was wider than my husband and I felt stretched open from the rough manner he had with me. He hammered away as hard and as quickly as he could.