I was sitting, looking out my bedroom window, reminiscing about the night that Hank and Bob came over. I was like a young girl on her first date, me a 53 year old woman, finally fulfilling one of my fantasies. I was going to have two men make love to me. What a night was planned! I slowly sipped on my glass of wine, thinking back to when they came over. They arrived almost simultaneously, looking ill at ease. I introduced my long time lover, Hank to Bob. This was the first time they had met each other even though I had told them about each other. They knew the reason for the invitation and had wanted to be the men involved.
They were the two men who were very sexually compatible with me. Hank knew all my special areas because we had been lovers for a long time now. Bob was someone who I had met and enjoyed a few different times. He was learning that I was a very sexual and sensual woman.
I offered a beer to both men - making sure I gave them their favorite kind. That first beer disappeared so fast that I started laughing so hard. We sat around - Hank on the couch, me, on the floor, resting my head on Hank's knee and Bob was next to me. Hank and Bob were getting to know each other, just idle chatting, but eventually both of them telling stories about some of the exciting things they had done in the past with different women.
As I listened to the 'tales of glory' I rested my head against Hank's crotch, feeling the rising hardness. My cheek was pressed against Hank's cock, my eyes though looking at Bob. His gaze followed my hand as he watched me reach down to slowly rest it between my legs. I was looking at him, moving my cheek against Hank's cock, and was licking my lips very slowly. He glanced up at Hank, saw that he was leaning back with his eyes half open, watching Bob.
Hank started telling Bob what he would do to please me. He told Bob how he would just let me slowly undress him, mentioning to him at the same time how he would run his fingers up my inner thighs. It was mentioned that that was the reason I was wearing the skirt tonight, that I never wore panties, I always wanted to be ready for Hank. Hank told Bob how one evening at a local restaurant we were in a darkened booth at the back and he had gone under the table and licked my pussy. Hank said that he suspected I was ready for them right now.
Bob looked at Hank in disbelief, saying well she never did that for me. Hank dared him with a look that said, "check". He looked at me so comfortable against Hank. He looked a bit embarrassed but as he read my acquiescence, he reached over and touched the hem of my skirt. I closed my eyes and felt his hand slowly edge its way upward. As he neared the apex, I felt him give a tentative touch with one finger. I opened my eyes and smiled. The look of surprise mingled with pleasure on his face. I slowly moved my legs apart and his fingers moved further up, feeling the wetness.
I felt Hank's hands touch my hair, fingers lacing through the strands and I knew Hank was ready. I placed my hand on Bob and told him to help me up. He stood up and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his mouth to mine. I felt Hank's hands go up behind me and squeeze my ass cheeks. At that, I knew we just had to get to my bed. I could feel the passion between all three of us. Maybe me more than them because I was so turned on by having two wonderful men, both so willing to please me. I was in a position where most women would love to be, feeling desired, loved and so very sensuous. I arched back against Hank and allowed Bob to kiss my neck - what a powerful feeling to have one man hold me and another love my neck and chest. I could feel Bob sucking my nipples through my blouse and Hank's fingers caressing my ass.
