I was topless, with my black nightie wrapped around my hips like a lacy, sexy skirt. Dave's throbbing cock had been released and was sucking him, while he was feeling my bare back. I have an astonishingly sexy brown back with bony shoulders. Dave's eyes had goggled at my pretty 34C breasts, and my smooth skin. He was groping, reaching down to my nightie, trying to push it further down, to feel my bottom, to steal as much of me as he could, before he awoke from what he thought was a dream. But it wasn't a dream. And he couldn't reach.
I had him in my mouth, which he obviously loved, but he could not strip me any further. I liked his hands on me; I was enjoying his penis - even though he wasn't my husband. I like playing with them, and seeing them stiffen. But I should begin at the beginning...
James, Dave and I rendezvoused in a restaurant at about nine o'clock. The two boys were already sitting with wine when I arrived. When I took my overcoat off I spotted David blush. My suit was nice and tight, from Regents' Street. The skirt was snug - short, grey with a sexy black lace rim. My bottom was big and proud and exposed. I have a sort of hour-glass figure; slender but with big tits and a big bottom; the Indian ideal. Beneath my matching jacket was a cotton blouse, fitted, white, very snug, through which you could see my blue bra and its little bow in the middle.
Yes he fancies me, and yes I like knowing that. In fact it turns me on. So what? It's nice to be admired. So I rather mischievously said; 'What's the matter, David? Had you forgotten how gorgeous I am?'
His answer was simply; 'Yes,' he said and we all chuckled.
Several courses and bottles of wine later we went back to the flat. David had spent the evening stealing glances at my bra; at my long neck which was adorned with a delicate gold chain; at my black hair, which is very long now; and of course at my pretty fair face; dark eyes and kissable lips. James touched me a few times - hand on my face, a kiss, a stroke of the arm. David looked away, jealous, frustrated, aching for me? Maybe. I knew things weren't good at home between him and his wife.
During pudding I teased David a bit - I took off my jacket and devoured my chocolate mousse with exaggerated enjoyment. 'Mmmm,' I moaned and licked the spoon clean. Both boys, agog, stared at me. I knew at that moment that I would fuck them both back at the flat.
'What time is the last train?' James asked.
'About 12.30.'
James put some music on and opened a bottle of Champagne. It was now already after midnight. 'You've a choice Dave,' I said, 'stay the night or go now, fut a fut.' David agonized for a moment.
'I haven't got any pajamas,' he said.
'Ha ha,' I giggled, naughtily. Dave smiled. 'Or borrow James's stuff...or do what I do...sleep in just underwear.'
'Nothing else?'
'Nope. Just my white knickers, or sometimes not even that.'
He wanted to make some smart reply, but he didn't, he just freshened up in the bathroom and borrowed James's pyjama and a t-shirt. I took the opportunity to get into my nightie; no bra, just knickers. It's small and black, with sexy white lace on the rims, mainly viscose that clings to the curves - my long brown legs were almost completely exposed.
Dave and James needed some water. Both boys stared at my bumps. I pretended not to notice. It is so great when you're freed from a bra; I hate them so much. God I was horny. My nipples were like bullets. I felt hot, sexy and free.
James took a quick shower and when he returned - in his underwear and a t-shirt - he discovered me sitting very close to David on the sofa. In fact I'd cornered him, with one arm round the back of the seat. David kept staring at my armpit and at my breasts that were like two pieces of ripe fruit -lovely mangoes - just inches from his body. Dave had to make an effort to return to my dark eyes. I made sure that both he and James knew I was hot: I crossed my legs which exposed another inch of bare thigh; I ran my hand through my hair, I licked my lips; I smiled and flirted; I flaunted my braless breasts; I quaffed wine like a free spirit; and I talked about sex. I asked Dave what his favorite position was.
'Any.' He said. I thought he was joking but he wasn't.