In the early years, after I left my abusive first husband, I partied around a lot, both at work and with my girlfriends. While working for a state government agency, I met a man named Tom who became my fuck-buddy. I had a one night stand with the handsome fellow I met from work. We were both really, really intoxicated that night when we met, and I started flirting nonstop with him. After grinding up with him on the dance floor at Graham Central Station, we had decided to go back to his apartment for some late night fun. On arriving at his apartment, his roommate was home, sitting on the couch watching television drinking a beer. He nodded to his roommate and he left for his bedroom. We entered Tom's room and closed the door, and immediately undressed; he was hard as a rock. My pussy was dripping wet at this point and I wanted his cock in me now.
Skipping the foreplay and climbing on top of him against the door, I fucked him while being held up with his 8 inch cock. We continued fucking and moved to the bed where he fucked me doggie style. I started screaming with pleasure and then there was a knock at the door. His roommate came in the bedroom. At first I was puzzled to why he walked in, then I just went with the flow and he started undressing. When he was undressed, he took Tom's place and started pounding my pussy from behind. Tom stood there and watched with pleasure while he jerked himself off. After a few moments, I got up and walked over to Tom and climbed onto his throbbing cock and started pounding him hard. Then his roommate came up behind me and started rubbing his cock against my asshole, piercing in a few times while I fucked Tom.
Finally, he pushed with all his might and entered my ass. Being fucked in the pussy and the ass is a wonderful thing! I was going back and forth between the two cocks, in the pussy then in the ass, back and forth. I was screaming with unbelievable pleasure, knowing that the two cocks could feel each other between the thin walled membrane inside me. I then climbed off Tom and turned around and faced his roommate and climbed onto his rock hard cock and proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. Tom then took his turn and entered my ass. This continued for another ten minutes or so and Tom blew his load in my ass; his cum leaking out my anus and down my leg. Then with a few more thrusts, the roommate started to cum in my pussy. My body was going limp at this time from all the force my body was taking with two cocks fucking the hell out of me. With cum everywhere, we ended up in the shower; the three of us. It started all over again with the two guys going back and forth from my pussy to my ass, and back and forth between them too. The hot water showering down on us washed our cum away.
I was sitting on my bed trying to watch television and relax, but the events of the last six months kept racing though my head, making it impossible to do either. I knew that I had to find some thing to do to help keep my thoughts focused. Deciding that a warm bath was just what I needed, I went to the bathroom, turned the water on, and as the tub filled, I poured my favorite bubble bath and bath beads into the water. When the tub was full, I stripped off my clothes and lowered myself into the water very slowly. As the hot water engulfed my naked body, I could feel all the muscles in my body begin to loosen and relax, as it surrendered to the warmth that had surrounded it. The thoughts that had been racing around inside my head began to slowly clear, and I remembered that everything had come to an end yesterday.
My divorce had just become final, officially ending my three years of marriage. And now that it was all over, an unexpected feeling of relief had come over me, and I knew that I would be okay. And if yesterday were the last day and the end of my old life, than today must be the first day and the start of my new life. "Yes", I said to myself, "this is Friday, the first day of my new life, so I need to go out and do something special to celebrate this occasion to ensure that I will always remember this day".
This was all so very new to me and as I thought about where to go and what to do that evening, the excitement that was building up inside of me made my body began to tingle all over as the reality of situation suddenly struck me. I am only 22 years old, and for the very first time in my adult life, I could decide for myself, where to go and what to do! But that excitement quickly vanished when I had to accept fact that I really had no idea where to go or do. "I might not know where to go, but that isn't going to stop me, I'm not going to sit home alone tonight", I told myself. So I dressed, got into my car and went out. I was just driving around when I heard the radio DJ talking about the good time he had at a certain nightclub in town and telling his listeners, "If you are looking for a wild and fun night out that you'll never forget, this was definitely the place to go". I remembered that I passed each day going to and from work, so I decided to take his advice.
At 10:00 PM I was parked in the club parking lot, but I sat in the car for about thirty minutes before finally finding the courage to go inside. As soon as I was in the door, I noticed a single bar stool in the corner at the very end of the bar, and sat down. I was sipping my drink and listening to the band when I heard someone asking, "Would you like to dance?"
As I was turning around to look, I bumped right into a guy standing next to me. Feeling a little embarrassed, and unaware that he had been speaking to me, I smiled shyly as I looked up at him, but didn't say a word. He waited for a moment, than reached over, took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. When the song ended, I was walking back to my seat, but before I get there, another man took my hand and was leading me back to the dance floor. When that song ended, I headed for my seat again. Just as I was sitting down, a third guy walked up to me, and said he believed that it was his turn to dance. Before I could say a word, he took my hand and led me out there again. At the end of the third dance, I was walking back to my place at the bar to get my purse and check my makeup, only to find someone sitting there. Standing next to the stool, I politely said, "I believe this is my chair."