It had been a long week at work and I needed a relaxing weekend and the opportunity to unwind. As I locked the office door and headed downstairs I could feel a familiar wetness in my knickers. I popped my head round the door of his office.
"Ready to go?" I asked Rob with my most inviting smile.
He grinned back at me, looking as cute as ever and making me blush for no apparent reason other than he was well aware just how much I wanted to fuck him. Shame about his girlfriend.
We walked to the car exchanging the usual pleasantries; he was the most polite man I'd ever met. If only he knew how much I wanted him, how I wished he wasn't so restrained. We talked about our plans for the weekend on the way home. Rob didn't have any for that night but I was on my way to my friend James's for dinner. I decided it was now or never so I invited him along - and when he said yes I could almost feel my heart stop with surprise and anticipation. This was my chance to make him realise what he was missing.
I knocked on the door and James answered. I'd tried my hardest to forget about him but every time I saw him, something inside me stirred. He obviously hadn't been home long and he still had his suit on. He looked amazing and I couldn't help but notice how he looked at me either. There had always been chemistry between us but he was also taken so I couldn't think of him in that way. He led us into the house where his girlfriend, Claire, was on hand with a nice chilled glass of wine.
Dinner was fantastic. We all got along so well and after quite a few drinks I really started to relax. I starred at James across the table. I couldn't help it. Even though I knew he was forbidden, he was everything I wanted in a man - sexy, strong but gentle, kind, funny and so caring. He caught my eye and smiled shyly as if he knew how I felt. I lifted my foot and gently stroked his thigh, watching him squirm. Claire was oblivious to what was going on.
The conversation continued but I was concentrating on something else. As I moved up his firm thigh I felt his cock stiffen at my touch - god, how I wanted him. I stroked him until I could see he couldn't stand it any more and he excused himself. Feeling how hard he was made me so wet, I shifted in my chair as my knickers became uncomfortably damp. I had to have him.
Claire had made a lovely dinner but it had obviously exhausted her as she went to bed as soon as it was over. James, Rob and I sat on the sofas with more drinks. So there I was - drunk, very horny and sat with my two favourite men - a recipe for disaster perhaps? Or satisfaction, depending on how you look at it.
We were all very giggly by this point and the air of sexual tension was almost unbearable. I lifted myself from the sofa and almost fell, one too many glasses, perhaps. I steadied myself by grabbing Rob's knee. He was obviously passed caring by this point and grabbed my arse. I can't say I objected. What I hadn't expected was the sly smile from James - he was obviously getting off on this. I had to pull myself together...however horny I was it wasn't right.