My husband and I are in an open relationship. He's got one girlfriend that I know of, but have never met, but I have several guys I can call when I'm feeling the need for some... let's say companionship.
One of my guys, Drew, had been on at me to come and visit him at university. He told me that he'd been striking out with the ladies and rhapsodized about seeing, and unspoken, fucking, my tits. I'd been considering it. I like Drew as usually I'm a bit submissive but he's younger than me, so I tend to take the lead. And he's very grateful when I go along with whatever mildly kinky thing he wants.
I saw his name pop up on my phone while it played the annoying little ringtone.
"Hey," I said to him when I answered the phone.
"Hi. We're having a party this weekend," he said.
"Good for you," I told him.
"I hoped you'd be my date."
"Uh huh."
"You could stay over with me."
"In your shared whatever it is? I'll stay in a hotel, thanks."
"So you'll come?"
"Maybe," I told him.
"Great! Can I come and stay at the hotel with you?"
"I suppose," I said, "so what should I wear?"
"Oh, whatever you'd like."
"So I wouldn't have to dress up?"
"Well, I'd like you to wear something sexy rather than something dull."
"Noted," I said. "Text me the details, and no jerking off until I see you."
I hung up on him and went back to the magazine I'd been reading.
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I'd checked everything was OK with Dave - I assumed he was going to spend the night with his girlfriend.
On the day of the party, I pampered myself getting ready. I scrubbed and shaved and primped and teased. When I was done, I drew a little heart on the freckle on my hip, then painted my finger and toenails bright red.
I went and grabbed a black thong, a front fastening bra and high heels. I'd decided against stockings, so I slipped a simple short black dress over the top.
I drove to the hotel I'd booked for the night and got myself settled in. I left the car there and took an Uber to the party.
I could hear the music as soon as I got out of the car. I walked up the pathway and knocked on the door.
A nerdy guy opened the door. I noticed him checking me out, up and down. I was a little gratified.
"I'm supposed to be meeting Drew here?" I asked him.
"Oh, he's in the back," he said, pointing over his shoulder. He looked a little disappointed.
"Thanks," I kissed him on the cheek as I breezed past.
In the party house, there were a load of young looking kids dancing and drinking beer out of red Solo cups. I couldn't see Drew.
I wended my way through the crowd, looking around for him, smiling at the people who noticed me. Everybody was dressed a lot more casually than I was... there were even a few guys without shirts and girls in bras.
"Who brought the MILF?" a little blonde cheerleader type said.
I turned to look at her. She was cute, with long wavy hair in a ponytail. I say she was a cheerleader type because she had that athletic build, but she was dressed almost like, I'm guessing, Sailor Moon.
I was going to say something about only being a few years older than her, but then I remembered that that was probably twenty or thirty percent of her age. I just smiled at her as sweetly as I could.
"She's with me," Drew said, about six feet away, behind me.
"Oh," she said, turning to him, "is this the vaunted blowjob queen you're always on about?"
It was still really noisy in the room but there were suddenly a lot of quiet people listening in intently.
"Hi," I said to her, brightly, "I'm Sue."
I reached out to shake hands. She briefly looked at me with the slightest sneer on her face.
"Addy."
She left me standing there with my hand out. I dropped it back down by my side.
"She's cute, I guess, for being old," she said to Drew.
"So," she said to me, "I'd like to see these amazing blowjob skills I've heard so much about."
"You're not really my type," I told her.
"Andrew says you give the most amazing blowjobs," she said, "and I think he's just not got anything to compare it to."
"I wouldn't know," I said, "it's not like we're exclusive."
She smirked again.
"Oh right," she said, "you're maaaaaaaaaaaaaaarried."
"Yes," I said, "I'm married."
"Come on," she said, "we'll take our... boyfriends... to Steve's room and see who's the better, um..."
"Cocksucker?" I suggested.
She nodded slightly.
She reached out and grabbed one of the guys standing around by the hand. I glanced at him and smiled - I swear he was one of the guys I'd seen on Drew's cam call with me.
She started pulling him toward the stairs and I stood as Drew took my hand and we followed them.
Upstairs we trooped down the hallway, past a couple of bedrooms with scantily clad couples making out in them. We followed Addy and Steve into his bedroom. It was a mess, with posters of scantily clad women on the walls.
"Sit down Steve," she said, and her boyfriend sat down. Drew went and sat next to him. Several guys came in behind us and spread around the room so they could watch.
"I believe you like flaunting yourself," she said, "did you want to get your tits out?"
Her tits were perky, but smaller than mine, and I was betting her nipples weren't pierced.
"Sure," I said, "better than risking ruining my dress."
She started pulling the straps of her dress down. It looked like she had a bra on underneath it. She started to slow down like she was waiting for me, so I unzipped my dress. I slipped it down and stepped out of it, folding it and putting it on the bed beside Drew. She was unhooking her bra when I turned back and I unhooked my front fastening bra and took it off. There was a gasp from a few of the watchers as they saw my pierced nipples and I caught sight of a grin crossing Drew's face.
Addy was down to a pair of white bikini panties and I was in just my little black thong.
She made a sour face. "You're wearing sexier panties," she noted.
"We can take them off if you'd prefer," I said, trying not to sound like I was taunting her.
"I don't think that'll be necessary," she said, looking a bit nervous for the first time.
"OK boys," she said, "get your dicks out."
Drew and Steve stood and unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling their pants and underwear down. Steve sat down, then Drew sat down too. Both their cocks were hard and I noticed Steve was playing with his. I decided not to mention it.
"OK," Addy said, "let's go."
She knelt down in front of Steve and reached out for his cock. I knelt down in front of Drew, putting my hands on his knees and moving them apart. I slid my hands up his legs and moved closer to him on my knees. I bent my head forward, taking his cock into my mouth and deliberately squashed my tits against the inside of his thighs as I pushed my mouth all the way down to his pubic bone.
"Suck that dick," a couple of the guys in the crowd of watchers chanted.
I ignored them, swallowed several times then sucked gently and hummed as I slid my mouth up again. I moved a hand to his balls and gently stroked my fingertips across them. I could hear murmurs from the crowd but ignored them, concentrating on getting Drew off.
I looked up at him but he had his head back. I ran my tongue around the head, then pushed my face down again. I slid my hand down further between Drew's legs, sliding a finger between his bum cheeks to massage from there back towards his balls as I started bobbing my head up and down.
As I worked, I felt Drew moving as he took his shirt off. I was starting to taste pre-cum on his cock as his hands went into my hair guiding me faster.
He started humping his hips up towards me and I felt my tits sliding over his inner thighs, which I know he likes. I was pretty sure he was getting close.
I could feel his cock starting to swell and his balls tightening under my fingers so I pulled my mouth off and started jacking him off. He moaned and started cumming, hitting my open mouth, chin and neck and down my front to my tits. There was a lot of it, I thought he hadn't jerked off since we spoke. The little crowd cheered at this.
He thrust his hips towards me and I sucked the head of his cock to get the very last drops of his cum out of him.
I sucked his cock for a few more seconds, then pulled off it with a deliberately audible pop.
I looked over to Addy to see how she was doing. She had the head of Steve's cock in her mouth and she was using both hands to sort of corkscrew around the shaft. It looked all shiny and while I watched she pulled her mouth off it, spat on his shaft and went back to sucking the head again.
I was absentmindedly wiping Drew's cum off my face and licking my fingers clean while we all watched Addy.
Her hands were moving fast but I couldn't imagine Steve was enjoying that as much as if she was deep throating him. He was humping his hips towards her jerkily, like he wanted to fuck her face but her hands wouldn't let him.
I'd wiped down my neck and was working my way down my tits by the time Steve started to cum. Addy gagged and choked, pulling her mouth back off his cock. She moved her hand over the head, catching his cum so it didn't blast over her. Her other hand went to cover her mouth as she coughed and spluttered. The crowd was more subdued by now.
"Give me a cloth," she sputtered through her fingers.
Steve picked up a pair of boxers off the floor and handed them to her. She made a sour face but took them from him, wiping her face and hands on them.
Drew was getting dressed again and I picked up his shirt and wiped my front clean on it. I smiled as I handed it back to him. He smiled and pulled it on over his head.
"What does she win?" Drew asked Addy.