Authors note:
The prelude to this adventure and the introduction to the characters are made in my other submission, "My French Holiday."
I strongly suggest that be read before this to gain the required continuity.
I'd kept in touch with Luc and Richard following my amazing holiday in France. That holiday when I'd met the two most beautiful young men I'd ever seen. That holiday when I'd ended up sharing their bed and we'd shared everything between us. That holiday when I'd learned that Richard was gay and Luc was bisexual. That holiday when I'd broken Richard's virginity with women.
It was meant to have been one of those episodes in life that just happen. A one off. A not to be repeated adventure. Like a holiday romance or like the brandy that's so good in Spain but when brought home is horrible. Or that's what we'd all thought as I said my goodbyes and drove away from that lovely village in Northern France back to my life in London.
And back there with my fourteen year old daughter, my divorcee existence, my work and golf and my celibate no dating life-style that's how I had viewed it. It was behind me, not part of my real life and certainly no part of my future. Sure we'd kept in loose touch, the exchange of Christmas cards, the odd e-mail and the, very, infrequent phone call. That was how it should be. They had their young lives running the restaurant to get on with and I had my life to continue repairing and my daughter to bring up after my divorce to contend with. The two couldn't merge, they weren't compatible, not natural bedfellows. There was no future for two twenty three year old, sexuality wise rather mixed up men and a thirty eight year old woman. No matter how well we'd got on, no matter how amazing the sex had been and no matter at the sheer love we'd shown to each other it was in the past.
That is until Luc came on the phone and said they would be in London for a few days next month.
"Can we meet Mandy please?" he asked.
In a couple of our e-mails we'd discussed meeting and I'd said I thought it best if was left in the past. They'd agreed so this call came as a bit of a bombshell.
"I thought we'd agreed about that Luc."
"Yes I know Mandy but us being in London, so close to you and both of so wanting to see you, please, please say yes. Just a drink or dinner Mandy," he, almost, begged, but then French men wouldn't know what begging was would they?
"Let me think about it," I said.
And I thought about little else for that evening and the next morning. I couldn't stop the memories of being with the two of them from flooding through me making me almost permanently aroused even as I cooked Sarah, my daughter's dinner. They were with me continually as I watched TV while she did her homework.
Their youthful, tanned, lean bodies. Their brooding eyes and curly black hair. The tenderness and affection they showed me. The way that we all moved from being friends to lovers. I could see their two naked bodies in acute detail as without even knowing what was on I watched the TV screen. The slim, beautifully sculpted muscles of their chests and upper bodies, the sprinkling of dark hair on their chests, their flat stomachs and lean, taught thighs. And of course their long slim and so hard manhoods. The manhoods that had, in the end, given me so many thrills and such pleasure.
As I got ready for bed I couldn't stop myself from recalling them together undressing me, laying me on their bed and then both gently massaging me. Of their hands running up and down my back and over my bottom. Of them touching the sides of my breasts, just as I found myself doing as I got into bed. Of them turning me over and making love to my breasts for such a long time. Squeezing and cupping my large boobs exactlty as I found myself doing. Pinching the hardened nipples, "just like this," I said to myself as my fingers found those rubbery tips. And of course I recalled their fingers, hands, mouths, tongues and erections doing to my pussy in precisely the way I was doing it as I masturbated with the two of them vividly in my mind.
"Just for dinner." I said to Luc when he called the next day.
The next two weeks seemed to drag by. I continually wavered from really wanting to see them to wishing I'd said no. From thinking that I would let them take me to bed, for I had do doubt whatsoever that they'd try, to telling myself that was daft. From my body crying out to repeat that wonderful sex with them to my mind telling me no.
They were staying in one of those modern tourist hotels near Russell Square so we met at an Italian Restaurant in Southampton Row. The meal was very average by my standards so what it was by theirs I couldn't imagine. But it didn't matter. The food was irrelevant, the surroundings meaningless and the wine inconsequential. It was us that mattered. The three of us. The three of us being together was the focus of everything. The mood and atmosphere almost as soon as we sat down was as it had been in France. Loving, warm, tender and so heavily sexually charged that I found myself being amazed that the diners around us couldn't feel it.
We sat close together bent forward our faces almost touching as we whispered things about that holiday. We touched. Fingers on wrists, arms around my chair, shoulders brushing and knees pressed together. Their Gallic charm accompanied by the memories we all had worked. There was no way that this was "just dinner." There was no need for any discussion or persuasion on their part. They didn't need to cajole me into going back to their hotel for after no more than ten minutes or so together it became inevitability. It became the most natural thing to do and it didn't need talking about.
"How long can you stay Amanda?" Richard asked as we stood close together in their quite small bedroom that had, I noticed just one double bed.
"My daughter is staying with a friend so it doesn't matter."
"Ah marvellous," one of them said as they both put their arms round me.
I can't remember who kissed me first but it doesn't matter for quickly my mouth was moving from one to the other as I swapped deep, lip grinding, tongue searching kisses with each of them.
"It's as though we've never been apart," one of them said as the other slid the zip down on the back of my dress.
"You are even more beautiful Mandy than I remembered," Luc said as Richard slid the dress down my body and let it fall in a pool around my feet.
"And in London Amanda you dress even more sexily," one said as they saw the matching black bra, thong and lacy topped hold ups. I'd forgotten that in France I'd never worn stockings or tights and that I'd dressed very casually all the time I was there. But here in London, my home town, I'd gone the whole hog with my underwear.
We were pressing our bodies together as they undressed me and kissed me. All the feelings I'd had in France returned and any doubts I'd had about being with them again simply faded away as they kissed and touched me. It was glorious to be with them again. I found my hands undoing their shirts. Pulling them from their trousers. Running my hands over their chests. They pulled away and, just as they had in France, they slipped their shirts off and I shuddered as I saw their bare, youthful chests and watched as they slid their trousers off. The bulges in their tight boxers were very obvious and my arousal grew as I watched them slide them down and my gaze fell on their youthful hardness. Long, slim and hard their erections seemed to be beckoning to me. Attracting me and captivating me and completely exciting me. I wanted those erections, those hard male phalluses, those taught, throbbing young cocks.
In their arms I had one of them pressed against each of my hips as we again exchanged long deep kisses. I squirmed myself against them loving the feel of two erections slithering across and up and down my stomach and groins.
We were whispering telling each other how good it was to be doing this again with them saying how beautiful I was and me telling them that they were wonderful.
"My two delicious toy boys," I smiled as one of them undid my bra. My breasts seemed to spring out at them as they were released from their captivity and immediately both of them cupped, squeezed and caressed the sensitive flesh. They simultaneously pinched my aching nipples then together bent their heads and took them in their mouths. My nipples are always sensitive. Having a mouth on them is always incredible. Having two mouths on them at the same time is just mind blowing for me.
"Oh God, oh yes," I whimpered my hands finding both of their erections at the same time. As they continued with their mouths on my breasts sucking large areas of flesh into them and chewing so sensitively on my nipples so I adoringly rubbed the two hard phalluses. At the same time one of their hands found my pussy and began stroking and pressing that while the other ran all over the cheeks of my botRichard before sliding between them and pressing right on my anus.
I was being caressed and aroused on every one of my most female places at the same time while simultaneously I was loving two men's erections with my hands. It was such an amazing combination of feelings that my arousal went through the roof.
"Oh Luc, oh Richard," I moaned as my climax started. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
"Yes Mandy, cum for us let us make you cum so hard."
"Oh Mandy this is fantastic."
I was now moaning and squirming my body against them. I was pressing my breasts against their mouths willing them to suck me harder. I was pressing my pussy against their hands trying to gain even more sensations and pleasure from their fingers. And I got that. They knew, or sensed, what I wanted and they did suck harder, both on the flesh of each breast and the hard nipples, and they did press their fingers harder and deeper into me. I could feel that now there were two sets of fingers on my pussy. Two hands were arousing my lips. Hands were on and around it, one from the front and one from behind. Fingers, the number of which I couldn't tell, were stroking and pressing me. Sliding along my lips, pressing my clit and slithering inside me. I was clinging to them pumping the two erections and pressing those against the softness of my belly. I was being kissed by each of them alternately as wave after wave of sensational feelings flooded over me. And like that standing in the middle of their bedroom they made me cum. They made me cum by two mouths sucking my tits, two hands caressing my pussy and two sets of, probably, six straightened fingers probing deep into my cunt.
"Jesus," I sighed as I lay against them as my orgasm subsided. "You two are too much for an old lady," I smiled kissing both of them and saying, "thank you Luc, thank you Richard."
They laid me on the bed and I went to take my knickers off but Luc said.
