I awoke to kiss on my sleeping forehead.
"See you later, babe," the lips said softly "I hope you have a nice day off".
"Come and do that again" I whined as he headed towards the door, like I always did. This morning though, instead of blowing me a kiss at the door as usual, he turned back, walked to me, kissed me on the forehead.
"See you later, babe. I hope you have a nice day off".
"You dolt!" I said as he started towards the door again. "Turn around!"
Instantly he span on his heel. I wriggled upright in bed and pouted at him. "I want you to stay with me today." I sighed, resignedly. "I need two of you."
There was no noise but the world sort of scrunched up, like I had been looking through a piece of clear plastic wrap and it was being balled up. When it un-scrunched I was looking at two apparently identical boyfriends. They remained standing expectantly in front of my eyes, despite the rubbing I gave them. The eyes not the boys, obviously. Momentarily I was ecstatic, thinking that I was having a lucid dream, but it was too crisp for a dream.
Mick always looked great in a suit, and God knows he better after the effort we had to go to every time he needed a new one. Stores don't really cater for 6'4'' slim guys off the peg and we can't afford to get him tailoring. That money needs to go towards our downpayment. It's a measure of how half asleep I was that the suit was my first thought on seeing Mick A and Mick B in front of me. 'Getting that suit was easy', I thought, 'I'll get him to take it off and...'. My mind caught up to the possibilities of this 'dream', and then ran off with that potential. I felt my skin prickle all over, like a static charge.
"Um, take off your jackets?" I requested. I tried to be authoritative but I needn't of worried. In unison, two Navy jackets slid off four white cotton covered shoulders.
"Come here and kneel next to me on the bed." Again in unison they knelt one on either side of me, smiling the happy smile Mick always had when he knew he was getting some action that night. That simple grounding in my usual reality emboldened me. I kicked the covers off my bare legs, rubbing the tops of my feet together as I always do when I'm overloaded with anticipation.
"Rub my feet!" I ordered my Micks and was rewarded instantly with his strong hands on my feet, one side slightly firmer than the other. I drank this worship in for a few minutes and considered if actually a full body massage without whining or asking for his turn would be the best possible use for this strange experience.
My dirty mind and the images and suggestions it pushed won out. "Stand up" I purred, "and take off your shirt".
As the two men stood there unbuttoning their shirts I threw the covers on the floor and climbed off the bed. I wanted a clear area for what was starting to form in my mind. I became aware that I was breathing fast, and a flush was starting to glow on my breasts, appearing over the top of the vest top I was wearing. My panties were as wet as my mouth was dry.
"Hands behind your back. And don't move!" I ordered, getting into the role now. Slowly I knelt in front of the left hand Mick, and with my eyes locked with the right hand Mick, I unzipped his fly, reached into his jockey shorts and pulled his already engorged dick out of his pants. I breathed out on the head, still staring at the other Mick. It felt filthy holding a mans cock in my hand while staring at my boyfriend.
"I didn't order you to get hard" I chided playfully. A pearl of precum appeared on the end of his shaft. It glinted as it caught the morning light drifting into my bliss filled bedroom. The tension in the air was palpable. I slowly leant forward and carefully licked the cum off, using just the tip of my tongue, keeping the contact minimal. Both Micks groaned helplessly.