It all started innocently enough, both myself and my boyfriend had bought tickets to the same gig and no-one else we knew wanted to go. We're going to sell the spares ones closer to the time but the gig simply hadn't sold out so we thought we were stuck with them until one weekend we had some friends over for a catch up.
It was a typical Saturday catch-up kids and dogs were running around and we were all sitting chatting, drinking coffee and eating home baking. Yeah not as exciting as when we were all younger but still good to catch up with old friends whether they were a family, had pets, single or otherwise.
As people started to drift away my partner (yes partner been together for ages never gotten married never seen the point) ordered pizza and a couple of friends hung back and just chilled for longer.
As Ken was putting on his motorcycle leathers, I mentioned to him that we had spare tickets even if he didn't like the band it would be a good night out and we left it at that.
After a few messages what band, what date etc he said yeah he would come through for beers and go see the band, Mark immediately offered him the option to crash at ours and we made arrangements around time etc.
As the gig approached we refined plans and we were expecting Ken to arrive at ours before 6pm and then we could head into town for beers and food.
Mark & Ken had known each other since school and since me and Mark had gotten together me & Ken had become really good friends and quite close really. He even messaged me at times when he had woman troubles! He quite often told our other friends that Lucy (that's me) was one of the few people that listened to him and didn't try to give him advice!
I guess a bit about me, I'm 35, a few pounds heavier than I'd like to be but still sexy if Mark was to believed or the amount of times I had been hit on or felt up while on works nights out. I'm 5 foot 6, C cup breasts, nice legs, long straight brown hair and a pretty good arse even if I say so myself. I have hips and what I guess people would call an hourglass figure so when I do slip out of jeans or loungewear I scrub up quite nicely but am definitely more of a rock chic than a glamour girl for sure.
I think it was about Wednesday when Ken messaged to confirm things for Saturday via our WhatsApp group. Mark was playing Xbox so I replied.
"Yeah Saturday, 6pm our place still ok?" I sent.
Ken replied quickly, "Perfect OK to park the bike in your drive?"
"Sure no worries," I typed.
"Great see you then," he replied and the group was silent for a while.
"What are you wearing on Saturday?" Ken asked.
"God give a girl a chance to get through the week first," I jokingly replied with a few emoji's
"Haha, yeah just checking no-one is dressing up really,"
"Like anyone dresses up for a gig," I replied and quickly followed on with, "I might wear a casual skirt though as it's summer and the gig will be warm."
"Yeah, Lucy legs," he replied.
"You perv!" I typed
I was enjoying the banter but there was nothing unusual here pretty standard stuff between us really.
As expected the response came back, "You know I am and you love it!"
"You know I do gorgeous," I quickly replied.
There was a brief gap in the messaging and I let Mark know the Ken was confirmed for Saturday and we were chatting.
"I'll catch up with the chat after this game," Mark replied. "Anything interesting?"
"No just the usual, we are flirting now," I laughed.
"OH god, not again. Am I going to have to put up with you two flirting all night Saturday?"
"Probably," I replied, me and Ken had history if he was in a lull between relationships of flirting outrageously. I reckon he just used me to keep his hand in for when he met a girl.
The message indicator on my phone flashed again, "You are the only person that calls me gorgeous!"
"Haha, well you are and that is that," I typed.
"If only you were single," he replied.
"You'd do what?" I typed and then sort of regretted it as there was no way Ken wasn't replying to that.
"I would fuck you senseless," he replied.
I laughed, but then I noticed that Ken had messaged me directly not on the group chat. That was new.
"You would, would you? I'm a big girl it takes a lot to fuck me senseless!" I responded.
"I've got a big cock, you'd love it," he replied. Now this was definitely well out of our normal banter. I reckoned I should probably stop but I could feel myself flushing and the familiar warm feeling in my stomach starting to build.
"Mmmmmmm I do love a big one, how big is it?" I found myself replying.
Now the thing is the Ken himself isn't much taller than me so he has never been the kind of guy I'd go for preferring em tall with wide shoulders.
"Big enough to fill you up! Bigger than Mark's!" Came the reply.
I swallowed as I considered that, Mark was not small however my mind quickly ran away with imagining a bigger cock. Mark had always comfortably been the biggest cock I had ever ridden.
I could feel myself getting slightly wet thinking about it and wondering how it would feel.
Shaking myself, I typed back, "Well if Mark ever leaves me you will be first on my list."
"No chance for me then you guys are solid. See you at the weekend."
And just like that the flirting was over.
About 5 minutes later Ken replied to the last group chat, "Oh you know probably fuck it up like I do with every other girl."
Ahhhh right I thought, he's screwed up another relationship, he had a habit of getting way to possessive and eventually girls just ran away from him, which was a shame as he was a nice guy, good looking and apparently had a big dick - who knew?
Anyway the next few days passed and right on time Ken showed up on his big bike thing, it was one of those Harley but not a Harley type hogs and it did look pretty damn cool.
In the end we had all dressed pretty casually jeans and a t-shirt all round.
We jumped in a taxi to get into town and stopped off at a few favourite bars first, the conversation was flowing and it was a good night. The band let us down a bit to be honest not quite as good live as the albums suggested but we all enjoyed it and after a few more drinks and chat we got a taxi home at about 2am.
By this point in time we were all pretty buzzed and as we devoured some grilled cheese back in the house seemed like we were all heading for bed.
As Mark poured a night cap I sat in the middle of the sofa and put one arm round each of the guys and said, "Good night lads we should all go out more often."
Both of the guys nodded and we sat there for a while. I think I must have dozed off and as my fuzzy head came too I became aware of a hand on my breast, no actually a hand on each breast.
I looked left and Mark had his face close to mine looking very serious and his hand was intent on arousing my nipple. I looked right and Ken was there with his face close and a great big smile on his face as he explored my tit.
"Wwwwhats going on?" I said.
"Ssssshhhhhhh honey," Mark replied. "We're just having a bit of fun!"
I looked over at Ken, he smiled at me and said, "You have great tits!"
I turned back to Mark, "Are you OK with this?" I asked.
"Would it be happening if I wasn't," he replied.
I was finding it hard to think straight what with the alcohol, tired feeling and 2 hands massaging my breasts softly.
Mark moved closer to my ear and whispered, "Are you OK with it?
Having 2 hands on my body felt way too good, I knew I didn't want to stop it but a small voice told me this could create issues if it went where I felt sure it was headed.
My voice stammered as I replied, "It feels so good Mark, so good but if it goes further how will you feel?"
Mark shrugged, "I'm cool with it babe. as long as you feel good and we are all comfortable, we're all friends right?"
I turned to Ken, "What do you think?" I asked. Knowing full well his dick was thinking for him.
His voice was heavy with lust when he replied, "God Luce, you're so sexy just touching you is amazing but you know I want more right?"
I couldn't believe what was happening as these 2 men were softly exploring my breasts and as the conversation naturally finished their mouths started to kiss my neck. As Ken caught my earlobe in his teeth, gently nibbled and then too low for Mark to hear whispered into my ear. "I am going to make you cum hard round my cock."
As he finished whispering I felt my pussy open and flood and that coil of heat and anticipation began to build in the centre of me I knew I was going to give into the lust and anticipation that was building in the room.
I turned my head to Mark and kissed him deeply on the mouth and as I drew back we both knew that this was going to be us both giving into lust and the moment that there would be no holding back.
As I kissed Mark I felt Ken pull my hair to one side and start to kiss the back of my neck sending little shards of pleasure shooting down my spine. His hand on my breast which had been soft took on a more urgent feeling as he buried his face in my hair and started to squeeze my tit and tweak my nipple.
As he squeezed my nipple between thumb and fore finger he was the first of the men to draw a moan from my lips and as he heard it he slide his other hand down and gave my arse a good squeeze.