Jill had to go out of town on a business trip. All work and no play makes even Jill dull. Business trips and conferences gave her six or eight chances a year to play in a special way.
Jill and Big Mike had a marriage that suited them both. Both highly-sexed, night in and night out they pleasured each other regularly, but once in a while each of them wanted something different, something the other didn't begrudge or feel jealous about, but wasn't interested in being part of. Jill's business trips and conferences gave them the chance to indulge, kept those kinky desires from building up, and made their marriage a success.
Jill was big in ways that suited Big Mike, and attracted men like flies to a honey pot. Her boobs were a tit-man's wet dream: 36D's, with dollar-size aureole and stiff little nipples enhanced by piercings, usually little barbells. Her boobs had begun to sag as she entered her forties, but she favored open cup shelf bras that joined with her usual V-neck silk blouses and tunics to display her assets to great advantage. From first sight, everyone knew Jill as a sexual creature flaunting her sexuality.
If her boob-show didn't get the point across, her flared hips, apple bottom, muscular thighs, and short, tight skirts certainly did.
Her waist was a little thicker, her dark hair color was no longer all natural. but the black with red undertones went well with the dark lipstick on her pouty lips.
The first day of the conference over, her torso was draped in a red silk tunic, beneath it, a sheer silk corset disguised her thickening waist, and emphasized her boobs and butt. As she entered the bar her butt moved in that short stretchy skirt, every step a twerk because of her high heels.
She'd come away from the hotel/conference center district to visit a bar more popular with twenty-somethings. When she walked in, everyone knew there was a cougar on the prowl. Midweek, there were more young jocks and overgrown frat-boys out than their post-coed and jockette counterparts. Tough hunting for the young men made a target-rich environment for Jill, except that her special outings made for special needs.
Jill had never had sex with any one man who was better than Big Mike. On her business outings she sought out pairs of young men. Every now and then, it takes two to tango.
She spotted her target pair, spoke with the bartender, then approached the two innocents. "May I join you fellows?"
One, a polite young fellow in a sport shirt, faded khakis, and Vans, said, "Yes, ma'am."
The other, in polo, jeans, and converse, just gulped and nodded.
"I'm Jill. What are your names?"
Khakis, wide-eyed to take her entire form in without staring, gave his as Dean. Jeans, eyes glued to Jill's deep cleavage, said, "Charlie."
Just then the waitress arrived with the tequila shots Jill had ordered, and Charlie's credit card.
"I paid your tab and bought us a round," Jill said. "Cheers!"
"Hey Charlie," she said, after they'd had the salt, tequila, and lime. "I love the way you keep staring at my boobs."
His head popped up and he started stammering out an apology.
"No," she said. "I seriously love it. Look around for a minute though, guys. The future Mrs. Charlie and the future Mrs. Dean aren't in here tonight. If you overlook me, you probably aren't getting laid with anyone who's in here tonight. But don't overlook me. Those boobs you're getting an eyeful of, how'd you like to lay your dick between them? Tittyfuck me and shoot all over my face?"
"Dean," she ground back against him, "You ever fuck an ass like mine? You want to?"
"Jesus, lady!"
"Jill, you have my full attention."
"I need both of your full attention, back in my hotel room for the rest of the night. How about it? Package deal. Both of you together. What do you say?"
In no time they were all back at Jill's hotel room where the tequila, lime, and salt Big Mike had ordered were waiting.
Jill set up more shots, then brought the young men into the shower with her.
Their eyes grew wide at the sight of her nude body. In the shower they each soaped and groped one of her breasts and one of her ass cheeks. Their hands bumped together in her ass crack and on her pussy mound. Their fingers slid across her lower lips as they took turns kissing her upper ones.
Jill ran a soapy wash cloth over Dean's smooth chest, his wiry shoulders and down across his muscular buttocks. She worked it around his groin, beside his dangling ball sack and above and around his cock.
The water sluiced down, rinsing them clean.
It was a fine tool for the job, she thought, slender and long, perhaps 8", a good size but not overwhelming. It was hard and standing out from his body, angling out, up, and slightly to the left. She slid to her knees and took it in her mouth.
She held the head in her mouth and worked her lips around the ridge and tongued the underside.
Dean moaned with excitement.
Hands were in Jill's hair. She realized they were Charlie's and that he was working shampoo into her hair, washing it as she sucked his friend's cock. The tenderness of it humanized the animal acts they were engaged in.
After a few moments, she stood and turned from Dean to Charlie to repeat the cleaning ritual. Charlie's muscles were more defined than Dean's, his body somehow more compact and dense, coiled tighter. His buttocks were more muscular. His cock was thicker, similar in length. Semi-tumescent when she first put her mouth on it, it stiffened, grew, and rose into an upward curve as she sucked eagerly. She was pleased to feel Dean's fingers sliding up under the curve of her ass to work gently across her pussy lips. He had a sense of timing and terrain because the fingertips sought out the area above her clit instead of trying to prematurely penetrate her.
Clean, titillated, and stimulated, Jill rose, turned off the shower and exited. She found towels and robes, and invited the young men to join her in the bed.
