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That next day I was in a trance. All day Glen had been touching me. It takes everything to hold back, as I need a hard cock in me. He looked nice wearing those dress slacks and polo shirt. Time to run off to the bedroom to get ready as I have the perfect dress. It's my black cocktail dress that says, "come and take me I'm yours."
Now, that I decided what to wear I was ready to focus on the night. The dress showed off my cleavage and was just short enough to tease the men. What I loved about this dress is the way it fit. I was totally comfortable and confident. Carefully I placed the dress on the bed and then started to get ready. In case the men saw me. I put on a black sheer bra and thong panty set, and my black CFM heels.
In the morning I was feeling the mix of emotions as they ran through my head. It was exhilarating and then exhausting. I was feeling nervous like a teenager on her first date, aroused knowing that this man wants me, and then scared knowing that both men want to use my body. Then it was time to get ready and my mind went into gear. All feelings were put aside. Some how I ran out of time and started to panic trying to get ready.
While in the shower my mind started to wonder. How did Mike look? How would his cock feel? How will Glen act tonight? Will Glen enjoy this or become upset? Glen has been talking about a lover for some time now. Tonight, was the night.
Glen came into the bathroom, nude. His cock was already hard crying to be in me. "You have to wait!" I told him. There is something erotic about a hard cock. The way it looks, there is something about it. Maybe it's how much pleasure it will give me that turns me on. I Can't let Glen know this because he will always have a hard on.
Walking out he turns to me, "Misty, tonight could you wear sexy black pantyhose?" He looks down at the floor, "and no panties?"
"Get out of here you dawg!" I watch Glen walk out of the room and I don't feel anything. No time to feel anything. I am on autopilot to get everything ready.
I have to say, I like it when Glen tells what he likes me to wear. When I put something on for him it makes me feel sexy. The look on his face is priceless when he first saw me get ready for our date. Then I noticed the time and dash out of the bedroom. I felt bad for leaving Glen, but Mike should be here soon and I wanted to be ready. While getting ready I was numb. There was no time to feel anything. No time for being nervous, first it is the shower, then makeup, and then get dressed for tonight. Glen left me alone and I started to prepare for dinner. It's nice not to be in too much of a rush. Being able to take my time. While setting dinner up I'm thinking about Mike and what might be.
I was awoken from my trance by the doorbell. Oh god, it's Showtime.
Opening the door I was greeted by something that took my breath away. Oh my there's a stud that just rung my doorbell. Then it hits me, Mike is here. Mike is the man that might bed me tonight. OK, Mike is the man who will bed me. I've been flirting with this man for some time and he's at my house. This man makes me melt.
Oh, I have to introduce this man to my husband. Honey, this is the stud that's going to fuck me in two hours. Under these tailor clothes is a cock that I'm going to worship. Last night Mike listened to me having sex with Glen. Oh, this will be one wild night. "Glen I would like to introduce you to Mike."
Glen walked over and shook Mike's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yes, nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much." Glen missed it, but my face blushed as he responded.
"And I heard so much about you."
"Mike, let me take you to our living room where we can get comfortable." Oh that sounded a little strange. "Please follow me." We all walk towards the living room. "We're so pleased to have you join us."
"And I would like to thank you for the invitation." He hands me a bottle of fine wine. "This is a little token of my appreciation of dinner and for sharing Misty."
With that we took our seats with Mike across from us. Were these men thinking what I was thinking? Where would tonight end? We spent the next hour making small talk while getting to know each other. I think this calmed our nerves.
For dinner I made Cornish hens with wild rice. This may be strange but that dish, just says something. It's a soft dinner, not over powering. Delicate foods pampered while being prepared, yet filling for the men. The presentation says, "Tonight we're ready for something magical." We took our seats at the dining room table. This time Mike sat at the head of the table with Glen and I at his sides.
I'm sure Mike took the seat to show his dominance. He is a man. Looking at Glen to check and see how he is as I was worried. Worried that Glen might not be comfortable. There was no fear or worry on his face. I was sure Glen was ready for the next step. I did my best to play hostess as I served my men dinner.
Now I could relax and enjoy dinner. The conversation flowed as with that bottle of wine. We're all at ease ready to take things to the next level. After dinner we moved to the family room. Once in the family room I felt something different. Mike started to take control and take us over. He was going to make me his. Mike sat down as well as Glen.
We had enjoyed the feast, and everything was perfect. For now I'm going to skip the dinner details and jump right into after dinner. Glen showed Mike our house and the two men settled in our family room. Well, our house has one great room and they sat on our couches.
Thank god Glen didn't turn on the TV.
Mike blurted, "So Misty, lift up your skirt and show me your panties. I'm wondering if you're wearing a thong or a bikini panty woman."
What? God, I felt like I had been hit by lightning. I felt like my hair was standing straight up. My heart was pumping fast and my nipples started to harden and I felt my clit. I stood there, turned towards him and looked down at the floor. I was embarrassed, but loved him being so direct. I took the hem of my skirt, slowly lifted it up showing him my black sheer hose. Glen could see my pussy as Mike admired my ass. I turned to give Mike ample time to view my pussy.
Mike looked very pleased, "I love a woman in hose and no panties, very sexy!"
