The Jilted Valentine

"I think we need to get her out of some of this excess lingerie," Steven suggested to Peter.

"Not the stockings and suspenders," I told them. "I like them left on."

"So do I," said Steven.

Steven moved behind me, undid my bra, then reached round and played with my breasts while Peter ran his hand over my pussy. It felt good but I wanted to feel Peter fingering me and so I pulled my panties down and grabbed Peter's hand indicating what was required.

"She's keen," Steven told Peter. "You'd better give her what she wants."

I stood sandwiched between the two of them as Steven massaged my nipples while Peter explored my pussy. I was already moist and Peter slipped two fingers into me with ease while using his thumb to massage my clitoris. I leant back against Steven and felt his cock disappear along the line of my arse cheeks, almost but no quite popping out where Peter was fingering me. Steven supported me while Peter worked my pussy.

It didn't take long for the first orgasm to arrive. I'm very easy to get a result out of first time and the combination of nipple play and clitoris massage was a sure fire winner. Once I've cum I'm pretty much happy to let a guy do what he wants to me and knowing this Steven led me to the bed.

"Why don't you try her out," Steven suggested to Peter.

Peter needed no encouragement and climbed onto me missionary while Steven lay beside me watching and playing with my nipples. Supporting his weight on one arm Peter guided the head of his cock into me with one hand then slowly pushed in. I felt the warmth of his cock gradually filling my pussy all the way until our pubic bones touched. Peter bent down and we kissed, then he began to slowly shuttle in and out of me. I opened my legs wider and brought my knees up to alter the angle of my hips then relaxed and let Peter enjoy himself on me while Steven watched.

"How does it feel?" Steven asked.

"He feels very nice inside me," I told him.

"You know between us, we're going to fuck your brains out tonight."

"I hope so."

Peter had started with small thrusts of the hips but then moved on to lifting himself off me all the way then forcing himself back in.

"Fuck her Peter, don't hold back," Steven told him. "She can take it."

Peter pulled out momentarily and brought my legs up to my chest then rested them against his shoulders and began to fuck me again.

Peter was an athletic lover, all that army fitness training had paid off and he pounded me for five minutes or so. I must have had two more orgasms in that time and each time I came he'd fuck me as hard as he could until my orgasm had passed then slow down to let me get my breath back. Then we'd kiss for a while before he slowly built up the pace again.

The third time he did this things were different however, he built up his speed but then slowed.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered uncertain of whether he should do this inside me

"Keep fucking me, Peter." I told him. "I'll be your little slut too tonight. Just empty yourself into me."

"Let her have it Peter," said Steven. "It's what she wants."

Steven resumed his pace and soon I felt him release his load inside me. His body relaxed and he let go of my legs allowing them to touch the bed again. I kissed him pushing my tongue deep into his mouth and beads of perspiration dripped off his forehead onto mine.

Steven was respectful waiting patiently for Peter and I to enjoy the moment but when I felt Peter go soft I suggested to him that Steven wanted his turn.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hog you," he said apologetically.

"You didn't," I told him. "It's just that Steven like likes to fuck me after I've been freshly filled."

Peter jumped off me immediately, leaving the way clear for Steven to take his place. Steven wasted no time climbing onto me and I felt him sigh as he pushed into me.

"Does that feel good?" I asked him.

"Oh yes," Steven replied.

"Can you feel Peter's cum lubricating your cock?"

Steven grunted and began to increase his pace. He'd already cum once this evening and I knew that he wasn't about to orgasm any time soon so I lay back and succumbed to his pounding. His heavier, more muscular frame meant that he came crashing down on my hips with more force than Peter had and as I approached my first orgasm with him I bit hard into his shoulder. It would leave a mark for a few days which, when he looked at it in the mirror, would remind him of this evening

Steven pounded me through my orgasm then when it subsided he climbed off me and lay on his back, indicating that I should climb aboard. Although it didn't do much for him it was one of my favourite positions. I was in control and I could frig my clit at the same time. Sinking myself down onto him I stared into Steven's eyes as I worked my hips to and fro on his cock.

"Why don't you chew on her nipples," Steven suggested to Peter. "She likes it."

The suggestion was almost unfair as Steven knew how incredibly sensitive my nipples were. Peter knelt on the bed and put one hand across my back to steady me then cupped my breast with the other. I felt his teeth squeeze the sides of my nipple while his tongue rubbed the top of it. The sensation was exquisite and I had to lean on Peter for support with one hand while I frigged my clit with the other. All the time Steven was pushing his cock into me.

I did well to last a couple of minutes before my orgasm came. Had I been on my back I might have squirted but instead I just emptied myself over Steven's crotch, it was like I'd peed myself.

Steven sat up and lifted me off him then manoeuvred me onto all fours.

"Keep working her tits," he told Peter as he grabbed my hips and forced himself into me.

Peter reached underneath me and grabbed both nipples squeezing them hard as Steven held me in position and rammed himself into me like a jack hammer. Working me together with another guy had clearly turned Steven on and I could tell by the way he was fucking me that he wanted to let himself cum. It took a couple more minutes but he got there and when he did he emptied himself into me.

I let my head fall down and pushed my face into the duvet while Steven held my hips rock solid as he let himself go soft inside me. I was looking forward to getting off my knees but then I heard Steven discussing with Peter what to do next.

"If you're ready then go for it," said Steven. "She'll take everything you've got."

He was right of course and being offered to another man like a slut by my husband just added to the enjoyment. I'm not sure if at this stage Peter was doing this so much for his own enjoyment or because he knew I really wanted it. Either way it was ten minutes of workout for both of us that you don't get down at the gym. Steven helped to keep me in a state of ecstasy by reaching underneath me and alternately squeezing my nipples and frigging my clitoris. By the end of it I was like a rag doll, unable to stay on all fours without support. I was so out of it I didn't feel Peter cum in me and when he let go of my hips I just flopped down onto the bed exhausted.

I rolled over, lay on my back and let the two of them kiss me tenderly while Steven fingered my leaking pussy. I was in a bit of a state. My black stockings had a big run in one leg, starting at the knee, my make-up had smudged, my hair was matted with sweat and my crotch and thighs were covered in a sticky mixture of both men's cum and my own ejaculate. To add to that my nipples were going to be very sore for a couple of days to come.

Steven got up from the bed and fished out three bottles of water from the refrigerator then handed Peter and myself a bottle each before taking a long drink out of his own.

"I bet you could both use something stronger too," he said.

I took a swig of my water then said, "I think I need a gin and tonic."

"And you Peter?"

"Scotch please, if there's any left."

"There should be for what this room cost," Steven joked.

There was indeed a bottle and Steven poured out two glasses then mixed me a large G&T. The three of us lay on the bed and I relaxed while Steven continued to finger me as we chatted. I couldn't help comparing the two men. Peter reminded me of Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise, all lithe and sinewy. Whereas Steven, throughout his life had reminded me of Sylvester Stallone, all muscle. It was like cars I guess. You might have a preference for one but it's nice to try something different from time to time.

When he finished his drink Peter suggested that it was time he should be going. He went to the bathroom to tidy up quickly then dressed in front of us. When he was done I got up and walked over to him putting my arms around his neck and kissing him one last time.

"I'm sorry your night didn't go the way you'd planned," I told him

"You know, I'd almost forgotten about that," he joked. "But seriously, thank you for sharing your evening with me."

"You're welcome. Have a good time in Belize and stay safe."

"And if you're ever at a loose end when you get back then give us a call," said Steven writing our phone number on a slip of paper and handing it to Peter.

"I'll be sure to. Thank you," Peter replied, tucking it into his wallet for safe keeping.

Steven walked Peter to the door. They shook hands and then Peter was gone. Steven walked back to the bed and lay down beside me. We kissed and he started to finger me again.

"He was nice," I said, "although he's left me very gooey."

"I can tell," Steven replied.

I looked down and saw that Steven's erection was returning.

"You can fuck me again, if you like. I'm your little slut after all..."

THE END