Multi-tasking Momma

"So, you two struck out again I see," I forced a laugh and shut the door long enough to undo the chain. "Hey you guys got anything to drink?" I asked, opening the door to see Matt was in a normal pair of swim trunks.

"W-why of course–can't fly on one wing!" Matt laughed, as I yanked them into my room. "Wow; look at you Barb! You look so different. I mean with your hair down and stuff," Barry said, feasting his eyes on my legs sans hose and jacket sans blouse.

"Oh shut up and fix me something," I charged and buttoned up my collar. Obviously, they were both two sheets to the wind. One more sheet and I never would have let them in. At that moment I needed a kindred soul (or, in this case two) to commiserate with, besides the bottle. Matt iced down three glasses of bourbon.

Raising our glasses he toasted, "To the team!"

Taking a healthy swig, I lost it. Lowering my head, eyes welling with tears, Barry's fingers lifted my chin, "Hey Barb, what is it–what's wrong?"

"The team... that's all. I-I think I really screwed up tonight guys," I mumbled and fought through the tears to take another drink.

"Geez Barb, Matt here screws up all the time. Matt, what the fuck have you done now?" Barry scolded.

"NO, it's not Barry or you. It was m-me... me and Rick," I bawled.

"Damn Barb. You mean you and Rick did the nasty?" Asked Matt, flashing a finger at Barry.

"NO, but we almost did," I grimaced, as they boys looked at each other in awe.

"How... I mean why?" Barry started.

"Let's just say one thing led to another and, you know?" I tried to ignore the reason. "It just happened and I feel terrible!" I said.

"Barb Sweetheart, things like that don't just happen; there had to be something..." Matt suggested.

"Yeah, why do you feel so terrible? Did he hurt you?" Asked Barry, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I'll kill the bastard!" Matt blurted out and took my folded hands in his.

"No, he found something on my laptop; an old video of me and my hubby," I clarified.

"Jesus, not a homemade fuck flick?" yelled Matt, focusing his attention from me to the laptop.

"Oh WOW, let's see!" Barry added and quickly snatched it up off the bed.

"Hey now, if I wouldn't let Rick watch it, what makes you think I'd ever let you two meatballs?" I stated and went to take the laptop from Barry.

Like a kid protecting his new-found treasure, Barry played keep away with it, until Matt wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Come on you guys. This isn't funny! I'm serious," I pleaded and hopelessly tried to work myself free.

"She's right, this isn't funny. This is some serious shit here," claimed Barry, starting the movie.

"Hey Man, I wanna see," Matt demanded.

Barry held up the screen to give Matt a nice long look at me giving hubby a sloppy blowjob.

"Okay, okay you fuckers; go ahead and watch the damn thing! Rick probably saw it more than a few times anyway. Just let me go," I said and pulled away from Matt's arms.

"God damn Barb, what a beautiful body you have!" Matt said, with his eyes glued to the screen.

"Yeah, just look at those big beautiful tits–DAMN," echoed Barry.

"Oh, the hell with you guys! I'm going to bed," I announced, grabbed my drink and headed for the bathroom. Once inside I glanced into the mirror at the reflection of the two of them pulling up chairs to watch the video on my bed. Something in my alcohol-numbed brain snapped. Instead of closing the door completely, I left it open enough so I could view their reactions.

By the time I stripped out of my clothes, their reactions had diminished from hoots and hollers to total quiet. Unaware of my eavesdropping, they both undid their trunks and started stroking their young cocks. I pulled on a short white terry cloth robe and felt my juices starting to flow. My eyes fixed on observing their different techniques, as I slowly let my illicit desires build. Knowing they were experiencing such pleasure watching me perform was a total turn on. After applying a makeup touchup, I could hardly contain my curiosity and quietly opened the bathroom door.

They both quickly glanced up to acknowledge me, but just as quickly went back to openly masturbating. Ignoring their lack of response to my presence, I sauntered around behind them and shut off the room lamps. Passing slowly behind them, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at both of their firm abs and sturdy cocks. Matt caught me starring and feigned a degree of embarrassment. I smirked, turned away and pulled down the covers down on the bed.

"Well I suppose you guys know this will probably be the last we see of each other?" I suggested and lay against the headboard.

"Why? What do ya mean, Barb?" Questioned Matt, shoving his extended rod back in his trunks.

"Rick will most likely fire me tomorrow for what happened; or didn't happen. Damn Donny for all of this! Damn him!"

Sensing my despair, Barry too closed his Speedos to hide his boner and added, "No way! No way can he let you go! We won't stand for it!"

"Right! We won't stand for it," Matt echoed, as the two of them plopped down on either side of me. "All for one and one for all!" Matt blurted out.

"Yeah, nobody messes with the Three Musketeers!" Barry added to validate our relationship.

"Right!" Matt declared and held his hand out for a show of unity. We each piled our hands on his, overlapping and slapping each other's hands, until I couldn't help but start laughing.

Matt and Barry saw the positive effect they were having on me, as we continued laughing, slapping and topping each other. The three of us rolled back on the bed with me nestled tightly between them. As our laughter subsided, I noticed with all the commotion my robe had come undone, sufficiently displaying most of my feminine attributes. "I love you guys, you know. You're still a couple of oversexed idiots, but I love you both," I said, breaking the silence, ignoring my opened robe and changing the playful tone of our romp.

"We love you too Barb. I can't imagine working without ya," Barry said, turning to face me.

"That's so sweet Barry," I said, running my hand behind his head to pull his face to mine for a quick kiss.

"We'd walk out tomorrow, if you weren't here," Matt said, and leaned over to get his kiss. "Did you ever consider that maybe he (your husband) wanted you to take the wrong laptop?" Matt added.

"What are you suggesting?"

"You know, maybe he actually wanted you to find it; like a sexy surprise, or something," Barry offered, as both guys hovered over my face, taking turns re-kissing me.

"Hey, this is kinda fun. You guys are pretty good kissers," I giggled and gave them each a longer smooch. "Kinda like kissin' your Mom, ain't it Barry?" I smiled and patted his cheek.

"Not really," he answered and inched his body closer to mine.

"How 'bout it Matt? Is this how buddies kiss?" I turned and laid one more on Matt's lips.

"Never kissed a buddy before, I don't know," he admitted, as our eyes locked together.

"Well, if that's the case with my hubby's video, I'm afraid he's in for an even bigger surprise," I said to myself, and ran my hands up and down their thighs. "You know I'm particularly vulnerable right now. I mean the only thing separating me from you two half-naked studs is this thin robe," I glanced down at my heaving melons, and then stared longingly at each of them. "This may be your best chance," I started, when I felt Barry's left hand edge its way up my torso and over my exposed chest.

Running his hand lightly over my nipple, I let out a moan and turned to silently prod Matt to do the same. With both co-workers actively fondling my tits, I knew I'd crossed a line. All the in-office sexual innuendo and sarcastic banter between us was nothing more than child's play. This was real and I relished their attention. I needed them as friends, but was more than willing to share them as lovers at this point. I knew this would be no wham-bam thing, as they each lowered their mouths to taste my full, round jugs.

Like having a pair of first time attentive lovers, when I gripped their hair, they both took the hint and sucked my tits harder. Between my appreciative moans, I pulled in my arms and freed my hand from underneath them to gain access to their bulging packages. There was no sense of competition between them. Barry's lips kissed their way up my neck, while Matt's lips and tongue wound their way further down my torso. Barry's lips met mine in a passionate kiss, as Matt's fingers and tongue parted my thighs and kissed my pussy.

"God, I would have never guessed you guys could be so gentle. Oooh yeah, that feels good," I remarked, as Matt's fingers and tongue found my clit, while Barry went to work on my tits again. My right hand rested on Matt's head, as he patiently brought me to my first real orgasm of the evening. My left hand weaved its way under Barry and into his tight Speedos to feel his hard cock. Taking the hint, he pulled his trunks down, while continuing to suck my boobs.

"Are you sure about this Barb?" Asked Matt, leaning back on his heels to pull his trunks off as well.

"I'm not sure of anything right now, but I like this," I purred, spread my legs and fingered my wet pussy.

"DAMN Barb, you are so fucking hot!" Matt said, as he knelt between my legs jacking his 8-inch cock.

"Hot for an old broad huh?" I smiled, fingered my pussy and modeled my big tits for them.

"JUST A HOT FUCKING BABE!" Barry shouted and pulled on his proud 7-inch pud, just inches from my face.

"So, how long are you fuckers gonna tease me with those tasty cocks, hmm? Are you gonna make me beg?" I asked and seductively rolled over onto all fours.

Lining up over Barry's boner, I circled his precum-coated head with my tongue, as I felt Matt's meaty sausage slide down my ass crack and slowly part my lower lips. Gripping my hips, Matt wasted little time filling my pussy with his dick. We echoed each other's groans, before I eagerly opened my mouth to spread my lips around Barry's ready weapon.

"Holy shit Man! God DAMN, that feels good!" Barry verbalized, as I coated his hardness from tip to base with saliva and precum, before easily sucking it down my throat.

I had a nice rhythmic thing going on, sucking Barry off, when Matt decided he was ready to seriously fuck my mature pussy. Deep thrusting his meat into my hole made me adjust my pace with Barry. Like a fine oiled machine, I was the ideal conduit to devour their combined youthful erotic energy. Soon the guys rhythmically thrusted into my mouth and pussy in perfect harmony.

Matt was the first to reach his climax. "Oh GOD, I'm coming!" He announced, quickly withdrawing his pulsating cock to lace my ass with streams of fresh seed. Reaching behind me, I wet my fingers with his white sauce and brought them to my mouth.

Watching me savoring Matt's warm juices was enough to trip Barry's trigger. "Shit, I can't... hold... it!" He yelled and jacked his throbbing tool wildly, covering my face with thick, flying strands of his creamy load.

"YEAH BABY, give it all to me!" I urged him, as he pumped forth another short burst of cum. "Come here Matt. I want to taste both of you," I pleaded.

Grabbing the base of Matt's still-hard prick with one hand and Barry's thick meat in the other, I took quick turns sucking and licking both of them. "Mmmmmm, you both taste SO FUCKING GOOD!" I stated, between long lingering sucks.

"There's plenty more where that came from," Matt quipped like some macho man.

"Let's hope so; the night is young," I laughed and relinquished my grip on them.

Barry went straight to the bathroom and brought a towel for me to clean up. "You're both such gentlemen. I never would have guessed," I said, climbing out of bed. "Matt, that was so sweet of you not to, you know, come in me." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he blushed and nodded.

"You know, you could have. I would have let you," I added and buried his face between my boobs.

Barry came up from behind me, kissed my shoulders and reached down to play with my pussy. Leaning my head back, I turned my face to kiss him, while Matt took his turn at sucking my jugs. "My goodness, you guys shouldn't start something you can't finish," I said, knowing they would soon have me on the brink of another orgasm.

"Oh, I think we can finish anything we start, right Matt?" Barry said, tonguing my ear and fingering my clit.

"I don't see a problem there," answered Matt, sucking my tits and tugging on his semi-erection.

Matt stopped sucking my melons and started to get off the bed. I pushed him back, until he laid flat on his back. "And, where do you think you're going, Sport?" I scolded, leaning over to take his cock back in my mouth. "I have something special in mind for you two," I smiled, letting Barry finger my clit to another orgasm from behind.

"Mmm, and what might that be?" Matt asked, leaning up to support his upper body on his elbows.

I reluctantly moved my wet pussy from Barry's expert fingers and swiveled around over Matt's frame. Prodding Matt to hold his erect cock, I lowered myself to line up my ass over it. Lubrication was hardly necessary, as I took the head of his stiff cock into my puckered hole. "Oh God yes, that's it!" I yelled and jerked my head back.

"FUCK, it's so damn tight!" Yelled Matt, as I forced more of his rigid, young pole into my tight, hot rectum.

Maneuvering my hips and legs, I finally took his entire dick up my ass. "You don't know what tight is Baby. Come here Barry," I said, spreading my legs. Laying with my back against Matt, I beckoned Barry to fuck my pussy.

"I've never," he stopped, as I helped him tentatively bring his cock within striking distance.

"Don't worry Darlin', you'll be a pro in no time," I reassured him, spread open my pussy and grabbed his ass to pull him close.

"Holy shit! It's too tight!" Matt screamed, feeling the added pressure of Barry's erection penetrating my pussy.

Matt's pleadings, along with Barry's grunts and groans couldn't compete with the volume of my lust filled cries, as I proceeded to fuck them both simultaneously. "That's it you fuckers. Fill me up. Yeah, fuck me good and hard!" I dared them both, shooting daggers into Barry's eyes. He finally hunched over on me and drove his meat deep in my vagina, so fast and hard I thought my head would explode. Matt's throbbing cock expanded and surged inside me, filling my ass with another burst of his warm cum.

My own sustained orgasm started with Barry's deep thrusts, peaked with Matt's climax, and peaked again as Barry deposited his second load of the night. A case of the shivering shakes took hold of me, as gobs of their young cum drained from my two pleasure holes.

"Barb you are one awesome fuck, err I mean LADY!" Matt announced, as his limp dick plopped out of my ass along with a residual stream of jism. I smiled and pulled Barry's face to mine for a long wet parting kiss, while he flexed his dwindling erection in my love canal.

"Thank you both. I needed that!" I exhaled and rolled off Matt.

Stretching out myself seductively on the king-sized bed, I gave them each a sexy smile. They each returned my smile with ones of their own, before they took turns retreating to the bathroom.

Having revealed myself to them, I decided the robe was pointless. I made my way to the bathroom for relief and a quick shower. Suspecting my two young lovers would most likely vanish, I was somewhat surprised to see them snuggled under the sheets when I returned. Matt quickly leaped up to let me slide in between their two naked bodies. After a round of giggles I suggested we probably should get some rest.

"Whatever you say, Baby," Barry stated, as they both turned toward me to caress my naked body from head to toe.

"We'll never get any sleep like this, guys," I whispered between pleasurable moans. That was the last recognizable words said.

Only the sounds of wet, well-lubricated sex and orgasmic groans filled the room, as they each took turns sucking my tits and sliding on top of me for more fucking. I lost track of who was who, after they each had taken me a number of times. Some time after returning from my third or fourth visit to the bathroom, I finally dozed off.

It was the sweet smell of fresh coffee that woke me the next morning. The guys had ordered room service and were already dressed for work when I yawned to meet the day.

"Wow, you guys are certainly with it–look at you!" I said, pulling on my robe.

"Hope ya like 'em scrambled?" Matt smiled.

"Yeah, smells fantastic! Let me hit the shower quick. I'll be right back."

Taking a fresh cup of java with me, I was soon greeted by a less than alluring face in the bathroom mirror. Shaking the sleep and who-knows-what from my hair, I suddenly felt the aches and pain that come from seldom used muscles. "God, it's a bitch getting old," I realized and stepped into the warm welcoming shower.

What to wear? After that kind of night, what DO I wear? Starring back into the mirror for inspiration it dawned on me. If I really do stand a good chance of being fired, then why should I give a rat's ass what I wear? Screw it, I'll just dress for my two fuck-buddies and the hell what anyone else (my boss) thinks. Leaving my hair down, I pulled on a pair of thigh-high black hose and French-cut panties. Opting for a dark red camisole, I left my bra in the suitcase and squeezed into a short dark skirt. A fitted matching jacket covered the boys' hickies on my neck, but still offered a nice deep shot of my cleavage. Pink pearls and patent leather pumps and I was ready for the day.

Matt and Barry openly ogled me, this time without my normal scolding. I actually relished their nasty remarks and accepted them as compliments. Finishing up breakfast, we packed up and headed for the elevator. When it stopped on our floor and opened, I nearly lost my breath. There was Rick to greet us.

The three Musketeers quickly scanned each others' expressions for which one would be the most appropriate to use. Realizing we were hopelessly caught, Matt cleared his throat. We nervously shoe-horned ourselves into the crowded elevator, and tried our best to sound like four co-workers enjoying the morning stress of another day. The unspoken tension was thick with silence, as we made the short trip to the main floor.

Literally butted up against Rick, I fell slightly back into him, when the elevator came to a sudden stop. I mumbled some expected apology and quickly escaped the hot confines of the elevator, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning toward that shoulder, I recognized Rick's rich cologne. "Barb, we need to talk." I nodded. "See me in the conference room, once you guys get settled, okay?" I slowly nodded again and finally exhaled.

"Oh God, this is it. He's gonna fire me for sure!" I sensed and nervously made my way to our client's offices. Making a bee-line to our work room, I frantically entered and leaned back against the door to shut it.

"What is it Babe?" Asked Matt.

"He wants to see me in the conference room – now! Sure as shit, he's gonna fire me. I just KNOW it!"

"Hey, you don't know that," Barry offered.

"Yeah, he just wants to go over the audit, like he does every day," Matt added, as I stood frozen against the door.

The long, silent pause that followed told the boys I wasn't buying their logic. "Tell ya what, we'll give you ten or fifteen minutes and come check on ya, how's that?" Barry said, soothing my cheek.

I took a few deep breaths, nodded and gave them each a guarded smile. "Thanks, you guys. Thanks for everything, " I winked and took one more big breath for courage.

Out the door, down the long hall, I gathered all the necessary composure and opened the conference room door. There he stood, with his back to me, at the end of the long mahogany table. I shut the door loud enough to be heard and turned to flash a patented, cheerful smile. He turned to face me.