"Well, what a nice surprise to see you with so many clothes on," he said. Looking at my eyes but glancing down to my chest and grinning. I blushed and he and F laughed. And that was it. The ice was broken and then we chatted easily. I was reminded of one of the late night reality shows where a couple are introduced to each other naked and then go on a date together clothed to see if the same attraction is there when they're dressed as much as when they were bare.
For my part, it was great to see how well we all got along. Edward's easy charm was evident over dinner as it had been around the pool and he and F got along really well, with a lot of common interests, despite the difference in their ages. Edward showed just the right amount of interest in my boobs, looking at them and smiling occasionally but not staring. I kept getting flashbacks to the sauna, remembering how well I'd been filled by their cocks and my pussy began to feel that familiar tingle. When I went to the washroom, I made sure that my blouse was a little looser out of my skirt and that another button was undone so it was open to a level just below my nipples. It made me feel horny and I hoped the boys would get the right idea as well.
Oh boy did they get the right idea! Edward slipped his shoe off and began running it up my legs. He wasn't wearing socks and his toes felt smooth as they played with me. F put his hand around my back and started to tease the blouse out of my skirt, running his hand just inside the waist-line and trying to get lower. When we settled the bill, there was no question that Edward was coming back to our room for "drinks."
I led the way to the lift and held the door open for the boys. Once they were in and the button pressed for my floor, I flung my arms round my husband's neck and gave him the sloppiest kiss I could, my tongue going straight for his. When I judged we were half-way up, I broke the kiss off, turned to Edward and said, "You're not missing out," and did the same to him, my knee flexing as I bent my leg up in exhilaration, showing off to F. I pressed my aching breasts into Edward to let him feel them squash against his chest and was rewarded when he put his hands on my ass to pull me into him. His cock swelled against me until the 'ding' of the lift signalled our arrival and I broke away once more, leading the way to the room and swiping in to enter.
I poured drinks for all of us, then instructed the boys to sit on the bed. "Now strip. I want to see your cocks." Sat down, I towered over them as they unbuttoned and peeled off their shirts then shucked off their trousers. "Stroke them for me." I remained fully clothed as they took hold of their semi-rigid members and began to masturbate for me. Well, I say fully clothed; my blouse was only held together by 2 buttons at the bottom now and was half out of my skirt. F had managed to undo another button when we embraced in the lift so my tits were falling out. I teased the boys by taking the blouse completely out of the skirt and undoing the remaining lowest buttons but leaving my shoulders covered. I wanted to remain more or less clothed as long as possible to show them who was in control. There's something particularly sexy about a woman dressed up formally with a naked man isn't there? Sort of like "My Favourite Teacher,' or "The Sexy Librarian." Don't worry - I wasn't going to keep them in suspense forever - I wanted to feel their cocks too much for that.
Their cocks were rampant in their fists now; big, red, upright and glistening at the tip with precum. I kept my blouse on, open at the front and went across to Edward, wrapping my boobs around his dick and pressing them together, wanking him between them as his wetness coated the valley between them, lubricating them nicely. My hands were coated with his creamy liquid. I licked them clean before taking his dick and wrapping my fist round it, jerking him off rapidly and watching his eyes to make sure I stopped before he reached the point of no return. F's cock was large and delicious, but I was obsessed by Edward's long thick shaft. I measured it in my hands, only just getting my hand around it and with both hands together, still the red tip of his knob poked out of the top of my hands, the two little holes winking at me and oozing precum. I toyed with it, dabbing my tongue against it to mop up the droplets and savoured them against my tongue.
F moved himself behind me and reached under my skirt to expertly remove my thong as I worshipped Edward's cock, licking the tip then sinking my mouth over it, pouring my saliva over it to then rub the shaft in one hand whilst cupping his balls. F whispered in my ear, telling me how much he enjoyed the sight of my hair as it draped over Edward's manhood and into his groin. He wrapped his arms around me, under the blouse and squeezed my tits flat against my chest. Oh god, together with the cock in my mouth, the touch of my husband familiar hands rubbing my nipples in just the right way, curling and circling round my large areolae, triggered me so much. I pushed back onto him, taking Edward even deeper, gagging as his dick touched the back of my throat and causing me to arch my back and pull clear for a second.
I put my hands behind me to the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, over my buttocks. I still wanted to keep dressed with my men naked. Wanted to let them feel they were taking advantage of me, leaving the merest hint of mystery. F pushed my head back and grabbed my hands as I had left them spreading my cheeks, locking my wrists together in his firm grip. His cock rested in the crack of my arse, sliding up as I gulped at Edwards knob. I growled at the animal passion I was feeling from these two studs. I wanted to feel their power again, but I wanted to be back in control.
I stood, my skirt still pushed up around my waist to let my husband's cock flop away. My trapped hands were at the level of his groin and it was natural for me to open my palms to feel him. I turned my face to him. "Let me show Edward how he has to behave," I whispered and saw my husband acquiesce, knowing he'd be rewarded later. I shuffled forward to straddle Edward's legs and grabbed his head, pulling him towards me and down, mashing him against my pussy. Not caring that I was squashing his nose and blocking his airway - I wanted his mouth open anyway. I knew my pussy was wet, and wanted him to feel that against his cheek, his lips, his tongue. I held him tightly, used his head like the head of my wand, used him to tease and rub my clit. I moaned. I'm sure I moaned, it was such a good feeling. And that gave me the thought. I wanted Edward to be completely under my control, to do what I wanted, to show him what a mature woman desired and how to please me. To teach him and let me experience all the things his beautiful young cock could give me.
I wasn't using my husband as a cuckold; that was never in my thoughts. F would be my willing - oh, so willing - partner in whatever games we devised. But I did want the freedom to be a slut, to cum when I wanted and as often as I wanted.
"Lie back on the bed," I instructed. "I want to ride your face. Let your tongue take the place of your cock in my cunt. If you're good, I might let you cum as well."
