The Afternoon After the Night Before
Where is she? What did she do? What does the next day hold?
Thanks to Freya Gersemi for her assistance in refining this story. Do yourself a favour and check out https://.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7564050″> her stories.
This story is Anal, as that is the highest-ranking category. It is also Group Sex and Loving Wives, though not your normal take as the wife shares her husband, not herself. Well, she does a tiny bit for her own benefit.
This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don’t flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.
As with my other One-Off stories, there is an intro, ‘Who Am I?’ and a concluding ‘For those who like closure.’ There is also a ‘If anyone wonders’ where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don’t care.
If you think this story rates a 2 or below, please leave a comment so I can avoid the same mistakes in future.
Note:- this happens in the UK and attitudes to drinking and driving appears to different from that in the USA. See ‘In case anyone wonders…’ if you think anything sounds wrong to you.
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Who Am I?
My name is Freya, blame my Nordic grandparents, we still keep invading Britain! Quite tall, but very curvy and sexually adventurous, check which Goddess my name refers to. If my height doesn’t put a lot of men off, my vivaciousness does. Those who are not put off by that, then run away when they find out I am a computer programmer working on advanced AI. It has not escaped comment that the system I am involved in is Odin’s Ravens – we got beaten to Odin AI. It is planned to be a real-time image matching system to bring together large CCTV networks and deliver answers to questions that haven’t been asked – yet. Anyway…
I have a very good friend from Uni, Denise, who is already happily married to Reg, though, back in the day, was nearly as wild as me. Nearly. We regularly chatted via Skype and she knew I was between boyfriends, as in not been with anyone except my BOB for months.
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The Morning
I awoke on my back and blearily opened my eyes. The light shade told me that I was in a strange bed. Immediately I worried about what I may have done after drinking far too much the previous night. But there again, my head wasn’t feeling like I had a hangover, just as if I was still half asleep, like I had hardly any, or possibly I was in a waking dream.
My senses slowly expanded my existence. I seemed to have a sleep tee on and panties, so not too bad as I must have got ready for bed. Or someone kindly did that for me.
I became aware of breathing that wasn’t mine… on both sides. I slowly turned my head each way and there were two other heads, presumably male, facing away from me. My nose confirmed there was at least one man in the bed. Careful fingers detected boxer shorts on the brown haired one and something tight fitting on the ginger one. I knew a ginger headed man, quite cute.
My body reported that it felt good but that I needed the bathroom. I twisted onto my tummy and managed to slither my way down the bed and out of the bottom, thank goodness there was no footboard. My movements created no more than a few grunts from my two sleeping companions. However, by the time I was out of bed the bathroom call was urgent. I almost forgot to grab my overnight bag, but I snagged it out of what should have been my room and went looking for the bathroom.
I found it easily, not just because of the jokey ‘Rules of the Bathroom’ plaque, but because I had been in this house before, Reg and Denise’s house to be precise.
I sat in the bathroom, panties around my ankles and phone in my hand. It told me it was 5:27, which might explain my tiredness. My nipples told me they had been well catered for recently, as did the outside of my pussy, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t been fucked, unless it was with pencil dicks and condoms, which would never have happened. My ass certainly hadn’t seen recent action. I had a terrible taste in my mouth, but morning mouth is no clear guide as to what I had been eating or drinking. Or sucking?
Comfortable again, I got my wash bag and started to clean my teeth and noticed something dried on my chin. That triggered my memory and it all came flooding back. I stood there gazing in the mirror with toothpaste foam dripping from my mouth right on top of the dried spunk. I spat and rinsed the toothpaste. I never spit a man’s offering, it tastes so much better than toothpaste, but less so overnight.
I washed my face and sat back down on the closed loo and started to flick through my phone to confirm what my memory was serving up.
Once I had brought myself up to speed on the night before, I Escort decided I needed to get more sleep. I barely considered the cold narrow bed in ‘my’ room, but after dropping off my bag, I slipped back into the guest room and between the two men. They were dead to the world. But before I drifted off I heard one of them muttering, “thanks Freya,” I can guess what he was dreaming about.
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The Night Before
Denise was going to a Foo Fighters concert with Reg and invited me along. Something about having won tickets. I gladly accepted without thinking about where it was. She told me to bring an overnight bag and stay with them rather than going home, which would save me another half hour or more driving.
I got to their house and brought my bag in and was surprised to see two other men sitting on their sofa, who rose to shake my hand and then give me a little hug, which was nice of them.
Marcus seemed to be over six foot, had wavy brown hair and looked quite cute, but in a masculine way. His body felt well-toned beneath his baggy long sleeve tee-shirt sporting a round F F logo on a red background. His similarly loose blue Levi’s betrayed nothing below the tie belt for a woman to get excited about.
In contrast, Johnny was shorter, spiky ginger hair, quite muscly, as his bare, hairless arms confirmed as they stuck out of his ‘Johnny Rotten’ T-shirt. His black jeans were tight and showed a promising bulge beneath a wide black leather belt.
We sat and had a cuppa as we talked about the concert and I found out I would be riding in the back of Denise’s SUV, sandwiched between the two men. Now I knew the back seat was quite wide, but clearly we would be hip to hip to hip as I am not short of a curve or two. I say cuppa, but Johnny had a coffee, ‘with a splash of something’ to warm him up!
So we went off to the concert and it was quite snug in the back. I was wearing a red satin blouse and black mini-skirt with no tights and sat with Johnny on my left and Marcus on my right. I was glad that I had waxed my legs as they got plenty of ‘accidental’ touches just putting the seatbelts on and getting comfy. I didn’t realise we would be nearly two hours in the car, but Reg had brought some pick and mix sweets for the trip and passed a bag back to Marcus.
He was a gentleman in offering me first choice, but I’m sure he didn’t need to put his left hand on my thigh, or to brush my tits, as he passed it to Johnny. I noticed Johnny smile and he placed his right hand on my thigh and similarly made contact passing it back. I gently removed their hands and in retaliation I placed mine on their thighs to see how they liked it.
Unfortunately, they did like it and for the rest of the trip we exchanged various touches to the legs, often getting close to the top. It was fun in a sexy way and I was getting a bit hot and bothered by the time we got to the carpark, but cooled off as we walked to the venue.
The concert was good and I enjoyed it. At every opportunity, Johnny and Marcus gave me body contact just short of groping. After the concert, it was still quite early so Denise suggested that we find a nightclub for an hour or so. It seemed she was trying to lead everyone astray; but keeping clear of any alcohol as the designated driver.
At the nightclub, I didn’t get to drink much as I was constantly on the dancefloor with either Johnny or Marcus and, on occasion, even Reg. If I wasn’t having so much fun it might have felt like I was being deliberately worn out, but the feeling of the men grinding their bodies against me, especially their bulges, did wonders for my ego.
On the way back to Denise and Reg’s house, the three of us in the back dozed with hands on thighs and my head on Marcus’s shoulder. I had to be woken when we were parked on the drive.
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The guys had been given the guest bedroom, with its king-size bed, and I got the box room with a single one. They let me get ready for bed first, wearing a long sleep-T and plain panties.
I went and lay down in the dark. My mind was alive with thoughts of the guys, but in a pleasantly exhausted body. I wasn’t going to get to sleep… and I didn’t bring BOB on the trip. I had just started to give my pussy some manual attention when there was a quiet double tap on my door and I heard Johnny say, “Goodnight F.”
I replied with a rather sad sounding, “Night.” And then silence.
I wondered, had that been a question? Was it ‘Goodnight F?’ As in do you want a Goodnight Fuck? Shit, now I wouldn’t be able to sleep! I tossed and turned and fretted. Then I got out of bed on autopilot. I opened the door, checked I wasn’t being seen, stepped through the doorway and quietly closed it behind me. I crossed the hall, hesitated a second and then quietly opened the door behind which were two desirable men.
Then I was behind that door with them in a room lit by a streetlight shining through a thin curtain. As the door clicked shut, they looked up and their eyes shot open. Marcus half rose and smiling whipped the duvet off them. Bayan Escort Johnny looked at me and quietly asked, “Changed your mind? Pleased to see you.”
I looked at the pair of them, both just in their underwear. Johnny, with a hairless chest and legs to match his arms, was wearing black, tight-fitting hipsters with quarter length legs and a long bulge down the right leg.
Marcus, with brown down over most of his body, had on amorphous loose cotton blue striped boxers. They revealed nothing about what treasures may be hidden within, though I had certainly felt more than a little something during the evening’s dances. He patted the mattress between them. “Come to join us?”
With that, I scooted over the end of the bed and sat up between them, looking for who would smile first, and Marcus won. So I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and went for the kiss that I suddenly realised I had been waiting for since I arrived. In no time we were into tonsil hockey and his hands were massaging my shoulders and messing up my shoulder length blonde hair.
I almost missed the fact that hands were sliding up inside my sleep-T until they were massaging the outside of my breasts, often called melons due to their size and firmness. They also sported, when aroused, quite long nipples on large brown mounds, like the tip of a little finger on a half walnut! I realised I was letting Marcus monopolise me. I broke away from him and turned to Johnny but his arms got tangled in my shirt. Marcus solved that by pulling it over my head saying happily, “We don’t need that.”
Johnny laid me back on the bed and leant over me to kiss me with his left hand on my left tit and his right arm behind my head. His kissing technique was a match for Marcus’s but any thoughts of choosing disappeared when Marcus started to massage my right tit. He started kissing from my shoulder down to my nipple and then latched on, sucking and nibbling as it rose to the occasion. That sent messages down between my thighs.
Meanwhile, my hands had taken it upon themselves to wander over the guys’ bodies and down to their waist. My left hand had found and started stroking Johnny’s bulge and my right had seized a substantial object inside Marcus’s boxers.
Johnny groaned and struggled to get his arm from behind me and sit up. “Sorry, getting too uncomfortable.” And with that he slid his right hand inside his slips to pull his dick from down his leg to up his tummy.
I was fascinated and blurted out. “Wouldn’t it be simpler to take them off?” He glanced at me, then Marcus, who shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hips to take off his boxers.
In seconds I was lying between two naked men, not a novel experience, but a rare one. I smiled and sat up. “Now, that’s better, I can see and feel what I am working with.” What I could see was Johnny’s circumcised dick and balls, completely hairless apart from a small tuft of red hair. I had never seen such dedication to manscaping. What it might have lacked in girth was made up for in length.
In contrast, Marcus’s cock was thick, with a pronounced upward curve rising from a sea of brown curls with a light down covering his already tight sac. I took hold of my two prizes and giggled. “It seems you are pleased to see me.”
With that Johnny sat up and pushed me flat on the bed before reaching for my panties and shoving them down, I lifted my hips to help. Then Johnny said, “We will be more pleased when we can see… Oh! A smoothie, with a matching carpet.” Referring to my recently waxed pussy sporting a downward arrowhead of blonde trimmed pubes.
Marcus coughed. “Er, we’re not trespassing on anyone’s turf are we?”
It took me a moment to understand. “Guys, the only turf here is mine and I decide who to invite on it. But to answer your question. No, I am not seeing anyone. Are either of you boys cheating by being here?”
Marcus looked a bit embarrassed, but Johnny just smiled before he replied. “Nobody’s hanging around my pad at the present and Marcus hasn’t had a sniff for months. Denise wouldn’t have invited us otherwise.”
So Denise had set me up for some fun. The best sort of friend a girl could ask for. However, the adrenaline from the illicit encounter was starting to wear off and looking at the time of nearly three I was suddenly very tired. Time to take control. “Right guys. First of all, I want you two to give me an orgasm, a good orgasm, one of you on my melons the other my pussy. Then I’ll blow you both before we get to sleep and see what tomorrow brings. Deal?”
I could feel they agreed. Marcus just nodded but Johnny spoke. “Right, I’ll have the pussy. Marcus you are on boobs, but don’t forget to kiss her when she tries to wake the house.” And with that, I let go of his prick and he slid off the bed and reappeared between my ankles and proceeded to rise up with my legs running over his shoulders.
Meanwhile Marcus started to kiss me again whilst kneading my melons. I brought my left hand, now empty, up to muss his hair whilst my right kept wanking his cock Escort Bayan to show he was doing a good job.
Remarkably, Johnny was taking his time, kissing my inner thighs, as he approached my sex, which was feeling quite warm and damp. Just as he got close enough for me to feel his breath, he huskily remarked, “Blimey girl, you smell as good as you look.” And with that I felt his hands on my thighs and his thumbs spread me so that his tongue could lap at my opening. “And you taste even better.” Then he said to Marcus, “Your loss mate.” And with that his lips plunged against my petals and he started working on me, licking, kissing, slurping, nibbling and probing with his lips, teeth and tongue as if his life depended on it. All I knew was that my orgasm, which was waking, did depend on it. Well, on that and on what Marcus was doing to my tits.
I was already beginning to writhe under their joint attentions when I felt Johnny move his right hand as his fingertips started to slide up and down my folds, slowly burrowing their way inside and teasing my entrance. Then his fingers slid into my sex and I squealed. Johnny paused but oddly it was Marcus who lifted his head to ask. “You alright?”
Huskily I replied “Oh yeah! Don’t stop.” And with that they both resumed the pleasuring of my body. In no time I was doing more than just squealing and had to grab a pillow to muffle my groans and sighs and strangled screams.
Marcus had forgotten about kissing me to keep me quiet! That was because he was working my melons for all they were worth, massaging, kissing, nibbling, pinching, biting, pulling – anything and everything that fired pleasure straight to my pussy. Johnny was now sucking and licking and teasing my clit. At the same time his right-hand fingers were stroking my g-spot whilst his thumb flicked across my lips at the root of my clit. Then his left hand slid under my buttock and his fingertips probed my rosebud.
My body went into full orgasm mode, uncontrollably thrashing and shaking with visual fireworks and travelling into other dimensions. On my return to sanity, I found my two guides to bliss had disengaged except for gently stroking and soothing my body so that I didn’t crash. I tried to speak, but my voice wasn’t cooperating, so I gulped and tried again.
Marcus gently lifted me by my shoulders and put a bottle to my lips and I took a sip of the nectar of life, actually sparkling spring water, but nothing would have tasted better. He smiled at me as I took a bigger gulp. “I, or rather we, take it that you enjoyed that.”
I nodded and tried my voice again and huskily replied. “Yes, though I think ‘enjoyed’ is a massive understatement. Now, time to take care of you two.”
Johnny quickly replied. “You don’t have to. I rather enjoy seeing a woman lose control and knowing that I had a part to play in it.”
I looked at him and stuck my tongue out. “Spoilsport, I rather enjoy seeing a man lose control as I suck the life out of his dick. And for that I’ll do Marcus first.” I had another reason, I had been working on Marcus’s cock, sliding his foreskin up and down, so he would be faster to let go if I didn’t give him recovery time. I also reckoned Johnny would be revved up by seeing me blow Marcus. Now some people think a man watching another man is not sexy, but why does so much porn have women giving head but rarely getting eaten themselves?
Clearly Marcus didn’t have a problem with being watched as he was flat on the bed already and was wanking himself in anticipation, his foreskin exposing an inch of shaft below his glans, before closing up again. Johnny also moved to where he would have a good view of both my body and my blow job. I got between Marcus’s legs and started to stroke his shaft and then had another idea.
Spinning around, I sat on the end of the bed. “Right, you two stand up, hip to hip and then I can work on both of you.” Johnny quickly complied and Marcus hauled himself off the bed and came around to face me. I realised that I would have to kneel on the floor as sitting on the bed was too high, so I slid off, shooing the guys back as I did so.
I posed with my legs splayed apart so that if they looked down they could glimpse my pubes, but more importantly, see my melons, still boasting erect nipples from Marcus’s attentions. I took hold of both cocks and stroked them. I think I surprised Johnny, when I took his dick halfway into my mouth. But except for playing briefly with the tender web under the head, I withdrew my mouth leaving behind a lot of spit that I quickly spread along the rest of the shaft. I transferred my mouth to Marcus’s cock, also smothering it in saliva but I had his foreskin to work with.
Now the guys weren’t just standing there. They each had their inner hand on a tit, still stroking, kneading and tweaking them. Their outer hands were moving between my head, neck and shoulder as I switched between them. I say ‘switched’ because although I concentrated on Marcus in the first instance, I occasionally swapped to Johnny to slick him up again. However, I noticed that they were both groaning and I started switching more often. I was enjoying the different feeling between Marcus’s cock and Johnny’s dick, so I made it my aim to get them both blasting off at the same time, if I could.
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