The time I double booked…

Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night…

The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other.

“Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY.

I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!”

“Well…yeah! You look awesome.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty sure the bottom of my ass was almost entirely out. I hoped he was looking. I turned back to him and smiled. “Anyway, I normally just hang out naked. Come in.”

Tom did as he was told, dropping the snacks on the counter and followed me to the living room, hovering like he wasn’t sure whether to sit or not. The second knock came before he could choose a seat.

“I’ll get it,” I said, fighting to keep my voice calm, despite how nervous I was. I was being *very* slutty and I knew it.

At the door, John stood there with rain on his collar, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and two bags of chips in the other. He gave me a slow once-over, eyes moving across the blue cotton, bare legs, my breasts barely contained by the fabric, spilling out at the side.

“Oh…hey,” he said quietly. “Sorry…am I early? You said half past seven right?”

“Yup!” I smiled. “You’re right on time.”

He looked at my outfit again and then shrugged. “Oh. Cool!”

He stepped inside, shook a little rain off his coat, then walked into the living room. He stopped short when he saw Tom.

“Oh,” he said, blinking once. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Tom said.

I smiled, stepping between them and gesturing to the sofa.

“Whoops,” I said simply. “Looks like I double booked! But you should both stay and hang out! It’s cool by me.”

John looked at me. Tom looked at me.

I felt my pussy clench.

“Fine by me,” he said. “If she wants us both here, I’m not going to argue.” John hesitated for maybe half a second, then his posture softened and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Fine by me too.”

I grinned. My plan was working.

“Can I get you guys some drinks?”

***

The film was a predictable action-comedy I didn’t care about. The lights were off except the glow from the TV. I took the middle of the sofa. Tom sat on my left. John sat on my right. We were about twenty minutes in when John shifted slightly, his thigh brushing mine.

On my other side, Tom let his arm rest along the back of the sofa, behind my shoulders. I leaned back a little, letting my weight sink between them. Tom’s fingertips brushed my shoulder. John’s knee pressed lightly against mine.

To be surrounded by the two of them like this…

Surrounded by…*them*…my colleagues, after flirting with them both for weeks…driving them wild with my little slutty comments…letting them peek at my bra when I leant over one of them…allowing my skirt to ride a little too high when we spoke…

Fuck it.

I sat up, leaning forward, reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the table. The motion made my top lift slightly, the hem rising on my ribs, arching my back, my ass barely covered my tiny blue pajama shorts. I held the position for a moment, pushing my pussy out toward them, wondering how much was on display, wondering if they were trying not to look, wondering if it was driving them both wild.

I sat back, opening my legs a little and letting my hands rest loose on my thighs inner thighs, slowly easing them apart another inch. I was driving *myself* wild by driving *them* wild. They both leaned in slightly, unconsciously mirroring each other. I felt a hot pulse between my legs at the symmetry of it, the anticipation, the tension I’d built without touching either of them.

“I’m kinda cold,” I said. “Could you pass me that blanket?” I said to Tom, indicating the big fluffy mass hanging on the arm of the couch. “We can all share it…”

Tom handed it over. I shook it out once, letting it billow, then draped it across my lap and over both of them. John lifted his arm so I could tuck it behind his back; Tom shifted so the edge covered his stomach and thighs.

I let out a soft, satisfied sigh and settled a little deeper, pretending to get comfortable, pretending I wasn’t having incredibly slutty thoughts. For as long as I could bear it, I let my hands rest on my lap beneath the blanket.

Then I slowly slid my left hand toward Tom.

My right toward John.

I didn’t look at either of them.

Instead, I eased my fingertips along Tom’s thigh, feeling him tense under my touch, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. He covered it well, but he needn't have bothered; John definitely wasn’t listening. Instead, he was focused on my palm on the inside of his thigh, my fingers lightly caressing his balls.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them said a word.

And neither of them seemed to realise I was touching the other.

I was in horny heaven.

Tom shifted first, the smallest movement, his legs widening a fraction under the blanket. John mirrored him, his leg angling a little toward me like he was trying not to but couldn’t help it.

Fuck.

They both wanted me to grab their cock’s sooooooo badly.

And so did I.

I slid my hand up Tom’s thigh until my fingertips pressed warmly against the outline of it through his joggers. With my other hand, I reached John at the same pace, my fingers brushing the hardening bulge beneath his jeans. I stroked them both at once, lightly gripping their cocks simultaneously, a gentle pull down their shafts. They were both trying not to react, both convinced they were the one I was secretly touching.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

My panties were soaked already, my pussy literally dripping from how slutty I was being, the feeling of recklessness making my clit tingle.

In the movie, someone made a joke. Both men laughed too loudly, too quickly, their voices slightly strained. I kept my hands working, slow strokes up and down, fingertips tracing the shapes of them, feeling them both grow harder under my palms.

I leaned back against the sofa, letting my shoulders relax so it looked innocent, casual, as though nothing was happening. As though my nipples wern’t achingly hard, as though I wasn’t imagining both of them fucking me already.

Tom adjusted again, his hips tilting forward.

John’s cock tense and then relaxed again.

I stroked them both, hidden beneath the soft, warm duvet, my hands gliding up and down two hardening cocks while neither man knew the other was getting the same attention. I was so wet I could feel my pulse in the tips of my fingers. They stayed silent, both of them pretending to focus on the film, pretending I wasn’t jerking them off at the same time.

I pushed it further.

My left hand slid inside the waistband of Tom’s joggers, skin-to-skin at last. He tensed like he was about to sit forward. I didn’t let him. I pressed my elbow lightly into his side, as if nudging him back casually, all while my fingers wrapped fully around his cock.

On my right, I popped the button of John’s jeans beneath the blanket. It was such a tiny click, and he froze for half a second, then relaxed once he realised I was doing it deliberately. I dipped my hand inside, warm denim giving way to hot skin, and took hold of him too.

I was holding both of them now. Bare, hard, and throbbing.

I was gyrating my hips now, unable to hide it any longer, my body’s instincts taking over, grinding nothing, imagining them filling me. None of us were breathing normally anymore, my movement stretching the limits of plausible deniability. My hands glided over them, each stroke long and smooth and controlled, in time with my pussy’s gyrations, my fingers sliding over hot skin as they both got impossibly harder.

Tom’s head dropped back against the sofa behind us. John’s thigh pressed more firmly against mine. I let myself whisper, barely audible, eyes still on the TV.

“Fuck,” I moaned, just quiet enough for each of them to think they were the only one that heard it. I tightened my grip, stroking harder, faster. Tom swore under his breath. John swallowed hard, muscles tight beneath my palm. I adjusted my angle so I could stroke them faster without moving the blanket too much.

I felt both of them getting close.

Their thighs tensed. Their breathing synchronized, shallow and shaky. Their cocks throbbed against my palms at nearly the same tempo and wiggled my body enough to free my tits beneath the blanket. Neither man could see, but I could feel my nipples rubbing against the soft blanket, increasing the sensations of intoxication and sluttiness. I wanted to tease them forever. I wanted to explode.

I wanted to fuck.

My hands pumped faster and the blankets jostled, each guy so focused on his own pleasure that he didn't notice the other.

Tom’s hips jerked once.

John’s cock tensed.

Fuck.

Tom came first, hot cum spilling over my left hand as his body tightened. I kept stroking him through it, milking every twitch, pumping my hips in rhythm to it, imagining it filling me. Without warning, John followed suit, his whole body stiffening, his cock pulsing, thick and sudden. My heart flipped as I realised I was holding two cumming cocks at once.

I kept my hands working until both their orgasms shuddered out fully, deep pulses softening slowly in my grip. Only then did I ease my touch, stroking them down to stillness until the blanket was perfectly still once more.

They breathed hard. Quiet. Embarrassed and blissed-out in equal measure. I withdrew both of my hands gently, wiped them discreetly on the inside of my thighs, settling back between them like nothing had happened.

The movie played on.

Neither man spoke for a long moment.

I smiled lazily, pulled the blanket higher across my chest, and pretended to get comfortable again.

Beneath the blankets, I pulled down my shorts and panties, their cum dripping down either side of my thighs, my body shaking with anticipation.

I couldn't deny it any longer. I needed to make myself cum.

And I was going to make them watch.

[Okay soooo that’s 2000 words already 😳 I’ll write up part two if people want to hear what happened next!]

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