It was late as I finally opened the doorway to our flat. Only to take heed gunfire and riot. I groaned. It had been a recollective hard day and I had totally forgotten about the 'boys Night'. Well, that was what my hubby called it anyway. Booze, war flick, too many cigarette and his, our, best mate.

Do n't get me wrong. Usually I would happily join them and enjoy it as much as they did. But now all I wanted was to go to bed and fall asleep.

"Guys I 'm place ”, I called and went straight to our bedroom. Yawning I uncase, tossed my clothes straight in the laundry handbasket. Maybe I would join them for a beer anyway. No harm and a chance to decompress and unwind.

I reached for the storage tank top and boxer boxershorts on my position of the bed. Long ago, when he had been away for a long fourth dimension, I had developed the wont of wearing my hubby clothes at rest home. And even though they were way to big I still refused to get some in my size.

As common they were sitting on the lounge. Saint David on one end, Ryan at the other and nursing bottle and a full ashtray were standing on the table.

"perfect tense timing, beer is empty-bellied ”, Ryan grinned and looked at me."And you piteous thing are thirsty ?"I replied without missing a beat and grinned back. David, my David, just smiled."If you get some you can join us. The flick 's just started. You might like it."

"Actually I am just fucked. Was a hard day ”, I admitted but went to get the beer anyway.

Ryan did not even look at me twice. Even dressed like this, with my tits more visible than usual I was still 'one of the guys', as he called it.

Returning with three cold beer I dropped in the space between them."Cheers guys."We clinked bottles and I drank. With a sigh I leaned back. The cold beer felt so good.

Without thinking I pulled my pegleg up and tried to make myself more comfortable. Saint David smiled at me."That tough ?"I nodded. To my astonishment he reached for a blanket, pulled it over me and started to falsify my body that my head was lying on his lap and my legs on Ryan's.

"What the piece of tail ?"I burst out and he laughed."You had a concentrated day but a boy nighttime without you is not the same. Relax, let yourself be spoiled for once."

Ryan started to laugh but masked it with a coughing."We 'll wake you if you start to saw wood ”, he teased me and I grinned.

"As long as you do n't wake me just to get another beer."

I snuggled under the blanket, found a comfortable status and tried to comply the movie. It did not take long till I realised why St. David had pulled that blanket over me. I felt the hand on my second joint, warm and comforting. And then the fingers starting to slue in my Shorts, finding their way to my cunt.

I shot David a short glance and he winked at me, fixed his middle on the screen again."Cheeky bastard"was all I could reckon as he started to stroke me. Without thinking I spread my wooden leg wider and pressed against his probing fingerbreadth. This was new. His finger found my clit and started to act as with it.

Two can fiddle that biz. I stretched, pulled the blanket over my shoulder and arms. Carefully I unbuttoned his pants, let my digit glide inside and started to stroke his cock.

It was grueling to follow the movie. The whole time he was stroking me, teasing me up to a point where I could not restrain myself any longer and let out a suspiration. Then he would stop only to start again.

It felt so good. I was so ruttish. I did not care about Ryan sitting next to us. We could bear been in a crew I would not give cared.

I felt myself getting wet. His probing finger slid in easily. Just one finger's breadth. And I wanted more. More fingers, his surd putz. I closed my fingers around his cock, hoping that he would understand.

The movie was nearly over. It must be close to midnight. If only Ryan left. Sometimes he stayed the unanimous night.

The credits rolled over the covert in silence. Without a warning he moved his finger in my snatch and we all heard that tell narrative squelching sound. I bit my lip, held my breath.

"I think your married woman needs a piece of ass ”, Ryan grinned and I felt two script on my teat. David 's helping hand. And the former hand was still between my legs.

He twisted my tit gently and all I could do was moan. Ryan was right. I needed a fuck.

We, St. David and me, had spoken about a threesome before. I had jokingly agreed to a second char if I would get another man. But it had been a joke.

And now his salutary mate had his finger in me. Had it been him all the fourth dimension ? I was not sure.

David stopped and pulled the mantle away."Let 's see how wet you are ”, he murmured and pulled at the fabric of the shorts to give away my sex.

Ryan moved his fingerbreadth again to urinate this squelching sound and I saw the longing in Jacques Louis David 's centre. I felt exposed, somehow ashamed. His proficient mate had gotten me in this province while I had stroked his cock.

"I told him that you would like it. And he did not conceive me how wet you can get."His voice was hoarse."I also told him how respectable you taste. And that you love to be fucked."

I swallowed. Even though it was a statement I heard the unasked question. Would I go further ?

For a moment I hesitated. They had known each other for long time. David and me had met just some five years ago.

Ryan slid his digit back in my snatch and started to rub my clit with his thumb.

"Oh fuck ”, I moaned and closed my eyes, heard the boys chuckle. Too soon the stopped and withdrew his hand.

"And he told me that you are very talented at licking and sucking. But since you had a hard day you can prove that another time."

I pulled myself up and turned to David. He just smiled at me and kissed me."Imagine four work force on your body, two mouth at your nipple, two dick inside you. Think about it for a minute. I 'll have a piss."

And with that he left me with Ryan on the sofa.

"He knew ?"I asked dryly and he shrugged."You should make out him by now. It was his idea."“ idea so ”, I murmured and sighed.

Thinking about it sent a tingle of longing through my body. It would finger good. At least that was was I imagined.

"Did he secernate you something else ?"

"That you are very quiet, that you like being fucked in the ass. And he told me that you sometimes savor the pain."

Slowly I nodded. That was so true. But what had he thought."And you want to fuck me ?"I had never before thought about Ryan - or one of our other mates - joining us. Always assumed that they did not see me as a woman. But ... Hell, I wanted it now. Both of them, now.

Now he just nodded and looked to the doorway. Saint David was back. Naked, his stopcock semi hard.

I smiled, turned back to Ryan.

"wellspring, seems you are the last one fully clothed."He grinned. I felt Jacques Louis David getting behind me on the lounge, embracing me."I love you ”, he whispered in my ear before he tucked at my shorts. I lifted my ass to help him, pulled the top over my head while watching Ryan strip.

He was already hard. His peter was not as long or as thick as Saint David 's but if he could use it as well as his paw that would be more than sufficient.

Ryan sat in strawman of us, smiled at me."Hard nipples on small tits, a wet cunt. Dripping wet one might say."Then he broke into a big grin."Now I know why you have these mantle everywhere."I laughed, David joined in."And lube in every room ”, he confirmed."You really need that ?"

Ryan leaned forward and licked over my hard teat, started to absorb it. Saint David moved and joined him on the former side. I moaned. The feeling was foreign. They both sucked, licked, Saint David started to pick."Like it ?"he murmured and I nodded."flavour good."

I should not have said that because they stopped. David moved again, got behind me and pulled me on his lap, spreading my legs all-encompassing open. Ryan bent-grass down and I felt his natural language whipping over my sex.

I leaned back against David and sighed, closed my centre. hand on my physical structure, a body behind me, person licking me. As he started to suck at my clit I let out a soft"Oh ”. I had imagined that it would feel good, but it was amazing.

St. David 's rim on my neck, his breath, the hired hand touching me, sometime bid, sometimes rough in, Ryan sucking at my clit. I felt like floating in warm mist. All I could do was feel, respond, getting even more wet, more horny. I moaned again, rubbed against Jacques Louis David 's bare chest.

"Please have it off me ”, I whispered, heard and felt St. David 's voiced laugh."Heard that mate ? I married a greedy bitch."

Ryan stopped and pulled back."Let 's give her what she wants."He pulled me to my feet."lubricating substance ?"

Simultaneously David and me pointed to a drawer and Ryan grinned.

St. David positioned himself on the lounge. It would be the first time for me. Being fucked in ass and cunt at the same time.

The sentiment alone made me moan as I climbed on David 's lap. He helped me chance the correctly attitude and I felt his cock. Slowly he pulled me down, I felt him skid into me and moaned again, started to move but he placed his hands on my hip and held me down.

"Wait."He kissed me. One of his recondite long hard candy kiss I loved so much.

Ryan 's hands back on my ass, massaging it, spreading the boldness. I moaned into Saint David 's sass as I felt the lube and he slid one slippery finger up my ass. Now St. David moaned. Ryan did not wait, slid a arcsecond finger in. It hurt a little as he was trying to extend me. His fingers moved. I could consume sworn he was massaging Saint David 's turncock through the cut barrier.

"Damn it, I want you ”, Ryan murmured and pulled his fingers back. I knew it would hurt, a little. But I did not handle. I loved that pain.

I bent forward, Saint David spread my march brass. Ryan came closer, I felt his cock, heard him moan as he pushed it inside me.

I groaned. It hurt but it felt good at the same metre."Thomas More ”. My phonation was gruff. As David had he took his time before he started to make out me. Slowly at first. Saint David reacted to his effort. And I was helpless. All I could do was being fucked between them. And it felt so good.

Moaning will pleasure I kissed David, bit his lip.

"She likes it rough ”, he moaned and Ryan responded, fucked me profligate, harder.

"Oh fuck ”, panting I came, whimpered as the virtuoso got too much. I felt someone twisting or biting my nipple, moaned again and felt Jacques Louis David shooting his onus deep in me. My body was trembling, Ryan was still fucking me hard, deep."Please"And I was not certainly if I meant 'please stop'or 'please go on forever'.

With a tacky grunt he came, collapsed panting on me. In a trembling panting heap we were huddled on the sofa.

After some sentence David kissed me again, carefully freed himself and picked me up, carried me to bed.

Ryan followed, I felt him slip under the duvet.

With their arms around me I snuggled in, sighed. Jacques Louis David smiled, touched my impertinence."We have to do that more often. ”