I'm sure the world's full of men who always get it right on Valentine's Day, but I've seldom been lucky enough to have one. Last year, I decided to give myself a Valentine's Day gift, something I'd always wanted.
I'm pretty adventurous, and I'd been in threesomes before, but I have an enduring fantasy to be with two men who are close friends: with each other I mean, not bi, but easy with each other sexually. So, early last February, I set about giving myself a Valentine's Day present that would put candy and flowers to shame.
Men prepared for an adventure such as the one I had in mind don't exactly grow on trees, so I had to go about my mission the old fashioned way: telephone personal ads. After much screening, and two or three second thoughts, I agreed to meet a pair of men at a local coffee shop.
Apart from the obvious safety issues, I had to consider that fate (and/or my own poor judgment) might deal me a pair of oafs. I've never been very good at judging a book by its cover when it comes to guessing what someone will be like in bed. I knew how reckless I was being, but I resolved to jump, and trust that the bungee cord of my judgment would hold me.
My tummy was harboring a swarm of butterflies as I entered and walked to the counter. I felt overwhelmingly uneasy as I got a juice, knowing they could be anyone, checking me out first before identifying themselves. I had dressed in simple black pants and a tight white sweater, so as to highlight my generous bust and reasonably hour-glass shape.
As I turned to find a table, an affable but nondescript man approached me. "Mary?" He asked pleasantly.
"Hi, you're Ted?"
"Sure am. We've got a table over here."
He led me to where another, slightly younger man was already sitting. The second man was dark and Latin looking with that macho patina common to young Latin men. He rose as we reached him.
"This is my buddy Jim," Ted said, and we shook hands nervously. Neither of them was my type at first glance, but I resolved to keep an open mind now that I had come this far.
The first few minutes we were on guard all around, but I have a reasonably lively mind, and was able to keep the conversation afloat until it had achieved its own momentum. I was still quite jittery, but I began to rather enjoy fighting it. I made a conscious effort to keep my hands still, stopped myself from shifting too often in my chair, forced myself to speak slowly and animatedly, rather than quickly and nervously. Jim was engaging but obviously shy. He kept flicking a straw in a rapid, repetitive way which made me glad of my own outward composure. Ted was naturally talkative, and made me laugh outright more than once with strange tales and odd ideas.
After about an hour of wide ranging conversation, we had achieved enough common ground about personality and ideas, and we agreed to adjourn to a motel room. Sitting in the back seat of Ted's car, I hoped I wasn't going to regret my impulsiveness. As they exchanged some brief remarks about work postponed for the afternoon, I had a disorienting moment of doubt. Who were these guys? What kind of men sought out this sort of thing anyway? I knew I was sane, but what about them?
While Ted went into the motel office to make the arrangements, Jim and I made small talk in Ted's car. To my surprise, his manner warmed with his friend absent. One-to-one, his shyness eased, and there was an appealing candor in his voice. As he turned to explain some involution of his job to me, I was suddenly conscious of how close together we were in the confines of the car. I felt my first viscerally sexual thrill of anticipation. There was more to this fellow than the nervous, reticent guy in the coffee shop had suggested.
Perching uneasily on the edge of the bed, I was edgy again, not sure how to begin with two strange men. Lucky for me, they'd done this sort of thing before. Ted leaned forward and kissed me, not a quick or perfunctory kiss either, but a long, slow, searching kiss that reached all through me. Jim got up on the bed behind me and began massaging my shoulders. I leaned back slowly, enjoying his strong, deft hands, and he started to kiss the back of my neck, moving his lips slowly around my left shoulder as if he knew where my sensitive spots were. His former shyness had translated into a gentleness when he touched me. Though at many times that afternoon he would be vigorous and assertive about what he wanted, he invariably touched and kissed me with a kind of tenderness that I thought men reserved for their wives or girlfriends.
I couldn't believe their ease with one another in such a sexual situation. They touched and admired my body as easily and freely as if each was alone with me. Their obvious bond created a kind of safe place for me, a place where I was purely sexual for them and for myself. This feeling was powerful and unique, something I'd never experienced before except in fantasy. The feeling became like a lens which focused and magnified my excitement. I could feel heat rushing to my middle, and I was almost embarrassed by my ragged breathing. The truth was, I was so excited I could barely think at all.
"Let's take some of these clothes off," Ted said. As Jim pulled me back against him, Ted began sliding off my pants and caressing my bare legs and hips. "You're gorgeous!" he said slowly. Now although I'm easy enough to look at, I'm not gorgeous; but I'll tell you, lying between two friendly, sensual men with hard-ons while they complimented me on my body sure made me feel gorgeous!
Jim pulled off my sweater and caressed my hair as it fell back on to my shoulders. As I took my bra off, I was conscious of Ted watching me.
I lay back on the bed and while Ted began kissing me all over in an unhurried way, Jim started to slide his hard cock over the skin of my face. Finally, it was I who guided it into my mouth. Kissing my belly, Ted made a sound of enthusiastic approval. They had been clear that they were entirely straight, but it was obvious that the sight of my mouth moving on Jim's shaft was one Ted had been waiting to see.
While I used my lips and tongue on Jim's cock, he ran his hands over my face and hair, across my nipples. He pushed himself further into my mouth and moaned. "Look at this!" he said with lively admiration while he ran his fingers through my abundant light brown, wavy hair. His touch was almost affectionate, but his hard prick was urgent in my mouth. The contrast stirred a deep and uncommon excitement in me.
Ted was nuzzling my vulva eagerly. I had shaved myself early that day and I was conscious of how sensitive the skin of my outer lips was as he parted them with his tongue. Jim's movements were becoming more urgent. I was trying to concentrate on finishing what I'd started with him, but Ted did something utterly distracting. I've always longed for analingus, but never had a boyfriend who was game. Now, here I was with two strangers, and one of them was doing it before I knew what was coming. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. It was even more intense than I'd expected, and I lay utterly still for a moment, unable to move or think, my whole body consumed by the unfamiliar sensation. His tongue moved slowly and with exquisite languor. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could. My entire vulva clenched and pulsated, but Ted taunted me by not touching me, except where his tongue was busy parting me from my reason.
