It’s a small gathering of friends, nothing special.

We have a light dinner, open wine, make drinks, and then settle onto the couches and chairs to watch an old movie as we let time slip away from us. After the week we’ve all had, we need it more than any of us can express.

As for me, I find myself sitting on the smallest couch between my husband and our friend Anton. We have a fire going, but still, I have a blanket pulled up around me as I snuggle in to watch the film.

The wine is going to my head, and I love it.

I’m finally letting go and relaxing, and I worry about nothing. So much so that when I feel Anton’s hand on my leg, I don’t move it. I lean it to kiss my husband on the cheek as I part my thighs ever so slightly. When he squeezes the soft flesh significantly above my knee, I sigh quietly and take another sip of wine.

I feel so good I could drift away on a cloud and never return. When my husband puts his hand on my other legs, I take it and squeeze it gently, ensuring it stays exactly where it is. It wouldn’t’ do to have him bump fingers with his old friend.

As the room quiets and our friends settle in, Anton grows braver; still, I think nothing of it. When he’s firmly in “upper-thigh” territory, I spare him a quick smile and feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

And when he slips his fingers beneath my shorts and begins to tease the elastic of my underwear, I let the tingle sweep through my body completely. I squeeze Greg’s hand again as Anton slips into my panties and brushes the lips of my pussy with the side of his fingers. He’s never so much as kissed me before, but his hand is big and strong, and I instantly wonder about the rest of him.

For a moment, I close my eyes and picture myself on the floor in front of the couch, taking his cock into my mouth as the rest of our friends ignore us. When he slips a finger inside me, I bite my lip and clench my thigh around his hand three times to let him know I like it.

Nearly half of the movie goes by with his hand between my legs, toying with me, teasing me, and occasionally bringing it to his face and licking his finger when nobody’s looking.

It’s only when I’m so close to coming that I worry I can’t hold back that I decide to get up. I have no plan other than to finish what he started. If I sit much longer, I’m going to make a sound which will surely disturb our friends from their movie watching.

But since it’s me, I leave the door to the bathroom slightly open as I bend over the sink, my hand in my shorts as I rub my clit, hoping to make myself cum quietly and delectably so I can return to the warmth of the couch.

When Anton enters and closes the door, it barely registers. But when he comes closer, his hard cock in his hand, I don’t resist. I push my shorts down and lean further over the sink as I part my legs.

We don’t speak as he steps up behind me and rubs his thick cock head against my wet lips. He says nothing as he pushes inside me, filling me with his bare cock until I have to bite my hand to keep quiet.

It takes neither one of us much time to finish.

I start to come almost the second he begins to move, and after fucking me for only a minute or two, Anton comes as well, flooding my cunt as if he hasn’t come in weeks. He holds me tightly, his fingers digging into my hips and ass, before gently kissing me on the back of the neck and pulling up my shorts.

I look in the mirror as he leaves, and I wait a moment or two before returning to the couch. Snuggled up next to Greg, the bathroom is a dream, and nothing matters. Anton returns a few minutes later with a round of Boulevardiers to great applause from the crowd. They’re featured heavily in the film, and all of us are ready to get a little silly while feeling fancy at the same time.

Snuggled between the two handsome men once more, I sip my drink with my right hand while I squeeze my husband’s hand with my left. As we watch the film and enjoy the warmth from the fire, I move in closer, guiding Greg’s hand up my thigh until he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I smile and wink and kiss him gently before slipping his hand inside my shorts to find me full of another man’s cum.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers in my ear as he holds me. “I’m going to have to punish you when they leave.”

“Yes please,” I whisper back, careful not to disturb our friends.

“You’re going to lick his cum from my fingers before I take you back, do you understand?”

“Yes darling,” I say, my voice hovering on the edge of a moan.

“And when I fuck you, you’ll tell me everything if you want to cum again.”

“Everything, my love,” I say, as I feel his fingers push deep inside me, careful not to touch my clit.

It feels like days before our friends leave, and I’m a quivering mess unable to think or talk until they do.

My husband’s teasing cruelty lasts until the early hours of the morning, and I’ve never been so in love.