Here we go again, laughed Shanna. It certainly hadn't taken the boys long to get started tonight, she thought to herself wickedly. She had pretty much guaranteed that the men would start in on her right away with her provocative choice of attire for the evening. They had barely finished dinner before her husband Brad and their neighbor Steve had started teasing her about having a threesome for the umpteenth time as they sat at the dinner table.
The boys could at least have waited until the dishes were cleared, Shanna laughed to herself, with them all comfortably on the couch watching the baseball game, before launching their next effort to cajole and proposition her into a threesome. Invariably, she ended up sandwiched between the two men on the couch fending off their roving hands as they got friskier and vainly attempted to proposition her.
When the boys got distracted talking baseball, Shanna got a respite from their ceaseless attention. As she sat there quietly and contemplatively, Shanna mused about how they had got to where they were now.
It had been two years since Steve had moved in next door and they had become increasingly close friends. In that time Shanna had ceased to be offended by the men's lewd suggestions, often taunting them to "dream on" as she sparred with them good naturedly on the couch. Shanna had three older brothers growing up and she had long since become used to the concept of 'boys being boys.' As a matter of fact, because she was the only girl among her siblings, she had become somewhat of a tomboy early on and learned to give as good as she got.
It was all harmless fun, Shanna had decided. And besides, they were all still young and in their prime and a little fun never hurt anyone. And why not fool around a little? Both men were tall and handsome, and she knew she was a heartbreaker. She had the beauty pageant trophies and sashes to prove it, she proudly reminded herself.
At five foot ten and 135 pounds, she was tall for a woman and had long shapely legs as well as a rocking 38-25-36 figure and she knew that she was more woman than most men could handle. With lustrous brown hair that flowed to the middle of her back, flawless skin with a golden tan and penetrating green eyes, she knew men lusted after her and she enjoyed their attention. She had once overheard a man call her an Amazon from an adjoining booth when they were out to dinner and she took it as a high compliment.
And the boys weren't too bad either, Shanna thought to herself. Brad was six foot one with the lean 195 pound frame of a long-distance runner. His blonde hair, blue eyes and surfer's tan made him look younger than the 31 years old they both were. Brad was an extremely successful realtor. So successful, in fact, that Shanna no longer had to work.
Although Shanna had earned six figures working part time as a nude dancer at one of LAs busiest clubs, she was happy to forego the creeps who frequented the club and the fear that one of them might follow her home some evening. She had always worked her shifts and gone straight home, never embracing the lifestyle, and never accepting the lucrative 'side gigs' that were offered to the girls. Brad was relieved when Shanna stepped away from her dancing career as well and happy he could afford to let her do so.
Their neighbor Steve was a general contractor with his own small but lucrative company. Steve was a few years older and she knew Brad thought of him as the older brother he never had. With reddish blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes, they could indeed have passed for brothers. At six foot six and 225 pounds, Steve was a real specimen with his broad muscular shoulders, deep tan and his Marlboro man good looks that extended right down to his mustache.
Steve towered over Shanna and having men tower over her wasn't a feeling she was used to. It unnerved her and added to her sense of excitement and anxiety when she was near him. Nor did Steve's sexiness escape Shanna's attention either and neither did Shanna noticing it escape Brad's attention as well. It had been an immediate topic of discussion between husband and wife after the three had first met.
As Shanna sat there at the table musing, she suddenly realized she was letting her mind wander far afield and she reeled herself back in.
"Why don't you boys go sit down and turn on the game," said Shanna as she abandoned her daydreaming and got up from the table. "I'll clear the table and get us fresh beers. I'll be right in."
"Well, hurry back gorgeous," said Steve as he walked across the great room toward the couch. "Maybe tonight we'll have a double header."
"I thought there was just one game ton..." Shanna started to say, before her voice trailed off momentarily as she realized what Steve was trying to insinuate.
"Oh, OK, I get it. Dream on sport!" shot back Shanna sarcastically. "Your second game is going to be called because of rain...and that's because I'm going to rain on your parade!"
Everyone laughed as the men took their seats in front of the TV and Shanna headed to the kitchen.
"Shot down in flames again," Shanna thought to herself, smiling.
It was a matter of pride to Shanna that she would not let her husband Brad, or their neighbor Steve embarrass her or make her blush as they incessantly badgered her to join them in a ménage à trois. Shanna had never thought of it as anything more than good natured kidding, even if it was risqué and somewhat disrespectful of her...at least that had been the case until recently.
But as time had gone by, the two men became far more overt in their suggestions and had long since moved beyond double entendres and naughty innuendos...as had their hands. Their roving hands now found their desired marks with increasing frequency. This was due in part to them becoming increasingly bold and also because Shanna had relented and was now only putting up token resistance.
Steve's sexual overtures didn't seem to bother her husband at all, Shanna realized. In fact, just the opposite was true. It had not escaped Shanna's attention that her husband Brad seemed to be excited by it, judging from the bulge in his pants when they were on the couch together fooling around.
Truth be told, Shanna had also come to enjoy the thrill of feeling the men's hands as they had progressed from occasionally glancing across her breasts to brazenly groping her through her blouse and bra. They were also no longer content to just stroke the inside of her thighs. Now their hands were meeting at the confluence of her long legs as they stroked her most sensitive place through her shorts and panties. They would continue until they made her moan softly and she would wriggle free, and then retreated to the bathroom.
She would always return to the couch with a new round of beers and look cool and collected, as though nothing had happened. What the men did not know was that once she was in the bathroom, Shanna would drop her shorts down around her ankles as she leaned back against the bathroom counter and thrust her fingers inside her wet pussy, quietly finishing herself off as the orgasm she had been stifling coursed through her body.
This scenario was playing out once or twice a week now and though nothing was said, all three looked forward to the harmless petting and no one tried to push things too far. None of them felt any shame or guilt, since both husband and wife were willing participants, and also because Shanna never let it go too far.
Shanna was pretty sure that the men, if carried away by their lust and the alcohol, would take things as far as they could go. But she was comfortable that she was in control and could end things when her husband and Steve started to push things too far. Shanna was less comforted by the knowledge that she herself was letting things go farther with each new session on the couch.
The fantasies the men shared with each other had become the source of Shanna and Brad's pillow talk. And when Steve joined them, he only reinforced the lurid images that filled Shanna's dreams and daydreams with his suggestive banter at the dinner table and later on the couch as he whispered in her ear as he fondled her.
They had long since passed the point where their conversations were just playful teasing and harmless banter, Shanna realized. And as the men's hands had increasingly become more adventurous, Shanna's will to fend them off had faded as she grew to crave their touch.
