It's fun to have both. And fun to sometimes put them together.
I was having a late business lunch with my friend Alex at the local power eatery, and we were discussing the merits of certain distribution platforms for our products. The waiter came over and I ordered a glass of white wine even though it was lunchtime and I had plenty of work to do back at the office. Being with Alex always makes me a bit mischievous since we used to be lovers. He was so insatiable and had the most gorgeous cock. But a bit of a premature ejaculation problem. But hey, it was all in good fun. He ordered a glass also. Guess he wasn't planning on getting much work done this afternoon also.
So the wine arrives and we continue our conversation. Alex gets a little close to make a point and suddenly we're sitting pretty close. Old feelings must have emerged because suddenly, under the table his hand was on my thigh rubbing gently. Hmmm. That was nice. And with the warm feeling inside me from the wine I didn't make any effort to withdraw. As the conversation got away from business and started to get a little heated up, I look up, and across the restaurant, I see my husband approaching. He was just finishing a business lunch and was coming over to say hi. As I introduced them, Alex stood up to shake my husband's hand and managed that "awkward" half-stand mostly to hide his erection from behind his trousers. Alex invited my husband to stay and have a drink, and while I gave him my surprised eyebrow lift look, my husband, sensing something was up, decided yes, he would stay and have a drink. Guess nobody's getting any work done this afternoon.
As the conversation began about the economy and how it is or isn't hitting our businesses, I feel my husband's left hand on my right thigh and he is rubbing and squeezing it. Always such a horn-dog! That's why I love him. As I observe these two alpha dogs check each other out via the language of business and sports, I decide to excuse myself to the restroom. While there, I decide to remove my thong in the stall and pull out my little magic bullet vibrator and give myself a good shivering orgasm right there in the toilet stall. With one leg propped on the paper dispenser and the other against the door, I run the vibrator over and around my clit while my other hand plunges two fingers in and out of my now wet snatch. Wow. Nice lunchtime. Soon a tiny shuddering orgasm grips me and I brace against the walls of the stall and have my little private moment.
As I gather myself for reappearance in the restaurant with those two rutting pigs, I decided not to replace my thong and just go commando making it easier for whoever makes the first move on my pie for dessert. I walk out of the peace of the restroom and into the muted lighting of the restaurant.
As I approach the table, both men stop talking and stare at me in my little mini skirt, low cut top and high heel pumps. They both jump to their feet and hold out my chair for me. I take my seat between them. Another round has been ordered. As I sip my wine, I decide ahhh, what the hell. I call over the waiter and order a double shot of tequila. It arrives as the conversation starts to get a little off business and into the latest congressional sex scandals.
At one point, as expected, Alex's left hand makes its way onto my right thigh under the table, but this time much more aggressively. He slides it up slowly. I part my legs slightly. Then my husband makes a sudden point on the morals of our government and puts his left hand on my right thigh. Hmmm. And that hand is moving north quickly. I open my legs a bit more. Good thing the tablecloth is to the floor. As they continue their discussion, I'm sure they both feel the slick juices of my just frigged cunt on the thigh each is rubbing. Alex is leering slightly as his hand moves up and starts rubbing my labia. Wet. Just as he figured. Just a bit behind...husband's hand moves up to my clit and the momentary touch sends a shiver to my nipples.
Then their hands touch. Uh-oh. I knew this would happen. The conversation stopped immediately. They both looked at me, and then at each other...and then at me again. I was still a bit in the heavenly moment of having two different hands on my sopping wet pussy, but quickly snapped out of it and addressed them both. To my husband I said, "now don't act so surprised, you know how I love to play around and how you like me to play around...Alex and I are former lovers" and to Alex, I quickly said "now you knew I was married and fooled around, so don't look all innocent". And to both of them I said, "if you'll both just relax, everyone will be happy. Continue with your conversation. They tried. They really did. But I had reached under the table with both hands and unzipped first my husband, and then Alex. I had each hand under the table stroking both their cocks to hardness. Then I joined them in conversation which had suddenly taken a turn to mundane things like the weather and traffic. "Oh, really", I would fake as I rubbed the pre-cum on the tips of their cocks. Everyone pretended to drink their drinks and converse while I was pumping their cocks under the table.
Suddenly, my thoughtful husband decided to push my cell phone onto the floor and kick it under the table. I gave him that "you did not just do that" look. And then Alex grabbed his phone and started reaching for the speed dial number for my cell phone...and I gave him that "I am not getting under that table" look, but he pressed the button and soon my phone was ringing under the table.
My husband said, "honey, you better get that call...could be important". As I gave them both the death look, I slid under the table ever so gracefully and my husband guided my head to his cock. Ok. With my right hand still stroking Alex, I slipped my husband's cock into my mouth and slurped at it hungrily. Then I alternated and stroked my husband's spit slick cock, and licked and sucked Alex. This went on for a while.
