Adultery A Slut Life - Part 7

I surprised myself... and them, I think. With the loose rules allowing bad hits and palming, I made an impact. The guys were right about being able to win because it soon became a lopsided contest as I was able to fill the gap in coverage just enough to keep the ball in play. Soon, I was jumping at the net and diving for balls like them. We beat that team badly and the next several teams that formed in a kind of 'winner keeps playing' kind of thing.

When we were hot and thirsty, we agreed to relinquish the court and move to the beach bar. I was covered in sand sticking to my sweaty body. As I moved to the lounger to retrieve my sunglasses, I tried brushing the sand off. Soon, Jason and Michael were both brushing their hands over my body, front and back, to assist me. The brushing of hands transitioned to stroking very quickly, though. They had most of the sand off me when their hands and fingers became focused on my breasts, nipples, and pussy. I leaned into them, remembering the resort rules against overt sex on the resort's public areas. But I was smiling as I reminded them.

After several drinks, they took me to the water where the rest of the sand was washed away. In deeper water, their touching was unseen and I didn't resist. I had my arms around the necks of both of them as each held a leg. Their other hands were busy on my opened body with my breasts, nipples, pussy, clit and asshole being stroked. It was very exciting and felt outrageous. I was facing the beach. I could see all the people there, the next volleyball game, the walkers, the waders in the shallows, the sunbathers, some naked, some topless, some wearing suits. And I was being fondled my two attractive, exciting young men and nobody could really see it.

Or could they. Maybe not really see, but I found the lifeguard watching us too closely. I pointed that out to the guys and they mumbled in frustration. Their frustration? At that very moment, they each had a finger inside my pussy. Reluctantly, for all of us it seemed, they removed their fingers and lowered me until my feet were on the bottom. The water was at their chest at the time. By the time my feet were touching bottom, my face was turned up to breath. The guys laughed, picked me up, and moved me closer to shore. I begged off anything more. I needed a shower and rest. They asked to meet up at the club tonight. I quickly agreed.

I had taken a much needed shower, ordered room-service for dinner and took a nap, also much needed. I woke naturally before the alarm sounded and felt refreshed. My body was already beginning to tingle as I began preparing to meet Jason and Michael. After fussing over my hair and makeup, I stood naked in front of the small closet. I didn't have that many options but there was still an outfit I hadn't already worn for dress-up. It was a bit more casual but would still be good for the club. I pulled a sleeveless white button-up blouse and held it up to the light. As I remembered, it was a bit transparent. The skirt I brought for it was short, above mid-thigh, and pleated. I knew it would fly up some if I spun (I tried it before the mirrors at the shop). I then selected my black 4" high heels.

Then, I moved to the dresser to consider lingerie. The tingling I felt, in anticipation of meeting the guys who had already shown their eagerness, made the decision for me. I left the bras and chose a white, sheer thong. The white, I knew, would add to the potential of being seen, if I wasn't careful... or, if the guys became sufficiently assertive.

The club was packed by the time I arrived. I ventured into the throng and wondered how I would find Jason and Michael when I felt a touch at my elbow. It was Jason who slid his large hand down my arm, gently took my hand, and created a path to a booth with U-shaped booth around the table. Both guys were in button-down short-sleeve shirts and dark slacks.

I slid into the booth and bumped to the back with the guys on either side of me. Each pulled me into a comfortable kiss. I was thankful at the moment for the subdued lighting. As I touched their chests in the kiss, it hit me that my mind had been remembering them naked. I suppose they may have had the issue about me.

We had a few drinks and talked around the heavy beat of the music by leaning our heads in close to each other, which also had the effect of casually touching. Then, Michael announced it was time to dance. I wondered who it would be first but both slid out of the booth with me, each taking a hand as we snaked our way through the mass of bodies to the dance floor. We danced a song, one in front and back of me, requiring me to turn frequently. At one point, Michael took my hand, raised it over my head and spun me in place. He then looked over my shoulder, smiled hugely and nodded, presumably at Jason. Jason moved in behind me, his hands on my hips, and leaned his mouth next to my ear.

"Your outfit is perfect for having fun, Teresa. You let yourself go this afternoon in the water, are you ready to do that tonight?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about specifically, but I nodded my head enthusiastically. I kept thinking about Ryan and Harold. Ryan had encouraged me to change in a way he didn't understand what the effect would be; Harold had encouraged me to always move forward down the path I wanted without understanding where that path had originated. That path put me with these two guys tonight. This was the path for me and tonight was about these two and the discovery that lay ahead for the three of us. So, yes, my nod was enthusiastically accepting.

The path that is tonight quickly takes shape. As a new set takes form, I have one in front of me and the other behind, each tight to me, each bumping me with their hips. My reaction, my response is to grind my pelvis, then my ass into one, then the other. Their actions were testing, my response to it was enflaming. Jason, at the moment, was behind me. He leaned into me, "You are the sexiest woman here, Teresa. Others are already watching you."

Whether that was true or not, whether that was truth or seductive, it enflamed my already raging emotions, it acted as adding combustible fuel to already burning desire. When their crotches pressed into me front and back, feeling their large cocks against me, I placed my hands on Michaels upper arms and began bumping my own pelvis forward and back into one then the other. Jason's hands were on my sides. We were a tight threesome bumping and grinding to the rhythmic beat of the bass.

Jason turned me so I was facing him. It only shifted who I was ground into where as they both pressed into me, both grinding into my body trapped between two hardening cocks felt through our clothes. Jason leaned back while holding contact at our pelvises. His fingers came to my blouse. I had left two buttons undone, almost to my nipple line to provide occasional cleavage flash. He opened another button as my eyes dropped down to watch. He then turned me back to Michael who immediately opened another. My blouse was now open below my breasts and my earlier decision not to wear a bra allowed my breasts to dance with their own motion with the new freedom. I knew the insides of my breasts were frequently visible as they moved me around. After a few more songs, the remaining buttons were undone, my blouse now held together only by it being tucked into my skirt. Now, as I gyrated, spun, swayed, and hopped, a nipple or breast flashed into view.

The band took a 15 minute break and we retreated to the booth, breathing hard, and BLO*D pumping with the energy of the music and arousal. While waiting for our drinks to arrive, I expected and received the hands of both men. Hidden under the table and low lighting, each took a knee and placed it over their leg. I kissed one, then the other as one hand stroked up my thigh and another slipped inside my gaping blouse. I was sure we were pushing the limits of acceptable behavior but the crowd effectively hid us despite being in public. One finger snaked under my soaked thong, along my drooling pussy, and inside. Other fingers were fondling a breast, rolling and pulling a nipple. All the while, my mouth and lips moved from side to side, never but a moment without thick male lips pressed into mine.

When their mouths left mine, I was slumped, my breathing ragged, and blouse pulled to either side exposing my breasts fully before a small group of men and women turned to our table with lusty smiles on their faces. Our drinks were also waiting for us. Apparently, the waitress didn't find it to be her responsibility to maintain decorum.

I lifted my legs off theirs but was not able to close them as one of their hands held them apart and continue to stroke and probe. My eyes were glazed as I gulped my drink too fast and didn't even consider closing my blouse.

The guys dared me to leave my blouse as it was when we prepared to leave. I was both mellowed by drink and aroused by passion to readily accept the challenge and whatever else might follow. During the walk to their shared room, I was stopped twice and openly mauled by the two men, one kissing me and fondling my exposed breasts while the other stroked my pussy and dipped a couple fingers into my hole. The first stop resulted in my thong pulled down my legs and left behind. The second stop had my blouse pulled from the skirt and left hanging open. By the time we finally approached the room, I was panting and on the verge of an orgasm. I stepped out of my heels, slid the blouse off my shoulders, and released the zipper at the back of my skirt and pushed it down my legs.

Standing before them naked in the hallway, I pressed my body into each, giving each a passionate kiss and feeling the hands of the other roaming over my available body. When I finally bent over to collect my clothes, I felt a thick finger sink abruptly into my pussy. I gasped and stumbled into the other, my head pressing into his crotch. I shifted only slightly to place a stabilizing hand directly on his hardening cock. The finger in back was joined by a second as a breast was vigorously fondled and squeezed. We were in the hallway and I desperately wanted to be fucked. If they had made the move, I would have been agreeable... more than agreeable. Instead, they released me. One gathered my clothes as the other used his key-card to open the door.

Stepping inside, though, even as the door was still closing, I sank to my knees in front of Jason and jerked his belt and slacks open, pulling them and his box shorts to his ankles. I smiled hungrily at the beautiful cock I remembered pointing at me. I did the same to Michael before taking the head of Jason's cock between my lips as one hand groped to the side for Michael's. I grasped it, my hand immediately stroking down and up as I took Jason's cock head to the back of my mouth and to the entrance of my throat.

Both men shifted from foot to foot as they kicked off their shoes. Their bodies moved as they shed their shirts and two pair of hands were again on my head and shoulders, one bending over to grasp a breast. When I felt Jason's cock pulse in my hand and mouth, I switched. I began stroking his saliva covered cock as my mouth moved to the side to engulf Michael's equally long cock. Saliva escaped the corners of my mouth as he pushed deeper into my throat. I was in a frenzy. Two cocks. Just me. My body was quaking on the edge of an orgasm only from the environment of the resort and giving oral to two cocks and knowing both would be taking me however they wanted.