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.