This is the story of a foolish woman who finds that three is a crowd, especially the way I was taking them.
It was a happy occasion, the wedding of our friends Kevin and Susan. But I couldn't help feeling sorry for myself. Now that they were getting married they decided to stop swinging with my husband and me. We would still be friends, of course. But I was losing two lovers. It was just over a year ago that Susan taught me to love the taste of her pussy and ass. And Kevin? Well, I doubted he could stay away for long. But I owed it to his new bride to keep him at arm's length.
I spent the morning at the country club helping Susan put her last minute decisions into action. She was a beautiful young woman. Blond, athletic, quite the catch. Kevin, the lucky groom, was a catch as well. In his mid-thirties, he had an older man's good looks and sense of style. But he had a much younger man's physique and stamina. I was really going to miss him taking out his lusts on me. It was so nice having them to explore my stray desires.
The stylists arrived around two to start on her hair and makeup. The bridesmaids would be arriving soon after. I decided to head home and get myself ready for the evening.
"Would you do me a huge favor, Rita?" Susan asked. Of course I would. She didn't have to ask. "My cousin and his friends are tuning up in the ballroom. He didn't get to go to Kevin's bachelor party so I hired him a, you know, a dancer. But she is running an hour late. It might be embarrassing, but would you mind letting him know?"
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I wasn't so much embarrassed as I was irritated. Not at Susan but at the irony. You see, I had half-jokingly offered to serve as entertainment at Kevin's bachelor party. But James, my husband, said he didn't want Kevin's friends to know what a whore I was. Which was entirely understandable and also sounded better than what was probably the truth, that no one wants a chubby fifty-something woman performing at a bachelor party.
But only this morning, while snooping through his phone, I learned that James invited his current girlfriend to fill that role. Heather is a young doe-eyed beauty, slender but jiggly in all the right places. She danced and did a lot more than that. In my resentment, I was tempted to delete all the pictures and videos he had taken. I had put it out of my mind until now. The present task brought it back.
The sound of a violin being skillfully played soothed my ruffled feathers. A young man was rehearsing "Claire de Lune", a good choice for a wedding ceremony. Beside him in the alcove sat a cello and viola on stands. The musician must have been Susan's cousin, judging by his long blond hair and fine features. He paused his playing as I approached and lowered the instrument to his side. It might have been my imagination, but did his eyes light up when he saw me?
"Hi. Are you Mindy?" he asked, sounding hopeful.
I thought quickly, and wrongly. "That's right. And you are?"
"I'm Theo." He looked me up and down before grinning. "Don't take this the wrong way, ma'am. But you are not exactly who I was expecting."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not for me, it isn't."
Breathing a sigh of relief I followed him into the side room where he introduced me to his friends, Mickey and Jeff. I found both of them attractive but neither was as handsome as Theo. Jeff looked like your typical college guy, above-average looks, above-average build. Mickey was tall with a broad face and a big grin that let you know he was trouble. On a clothing rack hung their tuxedos and starched white shirts. Too bad they weren't already dressed up. I fucking love a man in a well-fitted tuxedo, pardon my language.
I asked them to turn off their phones and put them away. I've let myself be photographed before in a compromising position and it caused me a lot of trouble. The young men turned off their phones and put them in a case which I placed outside the room. I closed the door behind me and smiled shyly at them. I hadn't really expected to find myself here and was at a loss for what to do next. Well, I was supposed to be a dancer so I danced.
Too bad I wasn't dressed for it. How would I dress if I was really a stripper? Hot pants and a halter top? Not in the country club. Maybe a nice sheer wrap dress with patterned stockings and a garter belt. Yeah, and high heels, of course. And here I was wearing a polo shirt and capri pants. At least I had pretty underwear. I don't leave the house without pretty underwear. Though occasionally I come home without them.
"I'm not a very good dancer," I chuckled nervously, stating the obvious.
"Doesn't matter as long as we get to see those titties," Mickey assured me. Quite the gentleman.
"You're doing fine," said Jeff earnestly. "Some music might help. Shouldn't you have a portable speaker or something?"
He was right about the music. So I started singing while I danced, a very sexy song that was popular in clubs when I was their age.
"There's things that you guess and things that you know."
I sang and pulled my shirt over my head, to the delight of the audience. My undergarments were a nude color with a fishnet pattern stitched in black thread. At first glance you might think it was bare skin you were seeing.
"There's boys you can trust and girls that you don't."
The sexiness of the song and the situation gave me confidence. I turned up the sluttiness of my dance, swaying my boobs and grazing them against the boys' shoulders as they slouched in their chairs.
"There's little things you hide and little things you show."
Mickey slid his hands up my sides and cupped my boobs. I danced away from him and pretended to look scandalized. I had always heard you weren't supposed to touch dancers. But I wasn't really a dancer, was I? I liked how it felt, to be entirely honest.
"Sometimes you think you're gonna get it but you don't and that's just the way it goes."
I danced up to Mickey and dangled my lycra-clad breasts in his face. He pulled me close and motorboated his mouth in my cleavage. I pushed myself away and waggled my finger at him. Now that the ice was broken I let Theo and Jeff feel me up as well. Theo's fingers drifted under the cups of my bra and grazed a nipple. Oh my!
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and pulled them down a few inches, teasing them a look at my faux-fishnet nude panties. If they had doubts about me as a stripper before, the looks on their faces told me they were believers now. I turned my back to them and gave them a teasing look at my bum. Then I slowly pushed my pants to the floor, bending over and looking back at them as I did so and singing the chorus.
"I want your sex. I want your love. I want your sex..."
Stepping out of my pants and turning to face them, I weighed the possibility of keeping my bra on the whole time. My breasts are not very perky. They looked good enough when held in place but if I let them loose these boys would certainly doubt why I chose this line of work. My legs and butt, which get me a lot of attention, would have to be the stars of the show. I ran my hands over my stomach and hips while I danced, losing myself in the feeling.
When I got to the part of the song where it goes "Sex is natural, sex is fun," I did a bad thing and changed a word in the next line, "Sex is best when it's THREE on one." I pointed three fingers toward them and then one at myself. It was very naughty and I shouldn't have done it. But the ecstatic looks on their faces were so gratifying. It made me feel... well, high. Yeah, that was the point where a stolen dance started getting out of hand.
Mickey jumped to his feet and began dancing with me. He was actually a good dancer and didn't try to crowd me, just matched my moves. I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned while I danced until my back was to him. Then I eased up to him until my tush bumped the front of his pants. I felt his touch on my wrists and he ran his hands down my arms, down my sides, raising goosebumps wherever he touched me.
When he got to my panties he gripped my hips and pulled me against his bulge. I took a step forward to get away from him, turned and blew him a kiss. This lewd display got the other two out of their chairs and I was surrounded by excited, dancing young men. There was no stepping away when one rubbed up on me from behind. Because then I would find myself in the arms of another, getting rubbed up from the front.
I should make it clear at this point that I knew I was getting laid. If it seems like I was letting them take liberties with me, yes I was. I was so turned on, so ready for action, I would definitely be taking on one or all of them. I was just waiting for them to make me do it. Mickey didn't keep me waiting long. As I danced into his orbit he slipped his arm under mine and pulled me close, kissing me so deeply it took my breath away. He took my other hand and placed it on his boner, made me squeeze it. Oh, it was on.
The pretense of dancing stopped. I undid Mickey's belt, undid his fly. I got down on my knees and eased him out of his underwear. He moved his hips forward slightly and the tip was in my mouth. I could hear all three of them gasp. Jeff and Theo out of surprise. Mickey out of pleasure as I began going down on him. In a moment there were two more hard cocks out, bobbing on either side of my face. I wrapped my hands around them and jacked them off as I sucked.
It might surprise you that I had never been in this position with three men before. But I've seen it done plenty of times in dirty movies. I gave Mickey a good couple of minutes and switched to another, and then the other, masturbating the other two while my lips and tongue worked on the one. I wondered what I looked like down on my knees, three cocks in my face. I wondered what I would like with their jism dribbling down my chin.
