Nancy sat at her computer looking at 7dirty pictures on the screen. She was severely conflicted with all soonerts of thoughts and feelings running through her. She knew that she pleased him, but now here she was viewing pictures of people having sex. And they weren't just of a man and woman. There were pictures of threesomes, two women together, and even orgies.
She knew that she should leave this website and get on with working on her research and brief writing, but the pictures grabbed her attention. As she looked at them she imagined being in the pictures. Her mind wandered and her nipples grew hard. She could feel herself getting wet.
Her hand ran up her thigh, feeling the soft material of her sweatpants. She considered getting her vibrator. She slid her hand below her waistband and felt her hardening clit. She was thinking about how nice it would be to feel her husband suck her tits. Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydream by the sound of the doorbell. Her nipples were still hard by the time she got to the door.
Nancy rushed to answer the door. As soon as she opened the door she was aware of how cold it was that morning. It had the standard effect on her breasts. When she opened it she saw two men standing there.
"Hello, Ma'am. We're here to deliver your furniture," the older man said.
She forgot about the furniture being delivered today and dressed as if no one would see her. To be more comfortable when she worked, she decided against a bra that morning. The thin t-shirt she chose was doing very little to hide her erect nipples from view.
There were two scruffy men standing there were looking her up and down. She felt a strange mixture of self consciousness and excitement as their eyes ran up and down her body. Nancy invited the delivery men in.
"Where do you want it, lady?" The younger man asked crudely.
The older man shot him a look of disapproval. She showed them where she wanted her new furniture. She had to admit to herself that she found them both quite attractive and the physical nature of their job clearly helped to keep them fit.
He was about forty, very fit, about six feet tall with large, black hands. He had the low, sexy voice and sounded like Morgan Freeman. His hands easily held a clipboard . Nancy couldn't help but notice that his hands were as long as the foot-long clipboard.
"You know what that means," she thought, "big hands, big gloves!" She quickly squashed the crude thought.
Her attention turned to the younger man. Young, about twenty, he looked like an Italian Stallion. He wore a t-shirt that was much too tight for him. He had muscles all over him and was heavily tattooed. He was shorter than the older man and much too cocky.
"Ma'am," the older man said, "we need you to sign the paperwork before we depart." She went for her purse to find a pen.
As she watched them carrying her furniture into the house she was thinking about the pictures she had been looking at only a few minutes earlier, and starting to imagine herself in some of the poses with these two guys. She suddenly realized that in the rush to answer the door she had forgotten to turn off the computer. Hoping they wouldn't notice she went through to the dining room to see the computer still on in the corner and both men looking at the pictures on the screen.
She felt her mouth turn dry and her palms begin to sweat. Just then the older of the two guys turned round and saw her standing there. He just smiled. She smiled back, but without any real enthusiasm. What was she going to do? As she was pondering her next move the older man gestured for her to come over and join them. That would have been crazy and was out of the question. But, she couldn't stop herself. She mechanically walked over to them until she could see the pictures they were looking at.
As she tried to avert her gaze from the screen she saw that the younger man was openly squeezing his cock through his jeans. The older man was a being a bit more subtle with his hand in his pocket, but it was still obvious that he too was playing with himself as he looked at her husband's photo collection. She was a little surprised to notice that they were looking at the collection of photos showing two men together with one woman. It wasn't that there were three people in the pictures that surprised her as much as the fact that in a significant number of them the women were between both men.
Nancy just stared at the screen, with no idea what to say. There was a buzzing in her head that she couldn't escape and by now she was in full slow motion. As she stood there, mute, the two men exchanged a glance and without a word removed their t-shirts. Now she felt completely out of control. Nancy knew she should ask them to stop there and then, thank them for delivering her furniture and ask them to leave. At the same time she couldn't help admiring their lean muscled torsos, and wondering what was under their tight jeans.
She sensed that she wouldn't have to wait long to find out as they started to remove their shorts as well. Nancy couldn't believe how much this was turning her on. Half an hour earlier she would have thought the idea of two strange men having any sort of sexual contact with her was abhorrent. The tingling and increasing wetness between her legs told a different story, however, as did the increase in the heaviness of her breathing.
Soon the men turned their attention toward Nancy. As the younger one stood in front of her and started to kiss her, the older man stood behind her, and started to pull down her pants. As he did so he ran his hands down her thigh, easing her panties down until she was able to step out of them.