by Bridy McAvoy
A moment later Jason succeeded in getting the dress below the level of Dayna’s breasts, exposing them. Immediately, they disappeared from view as he cupped them in his hands, leaning forward to fiercely kiss her. Dayna moaned into the kiss as Mia watched her friend being manipulated in this way. Wayne took over the undressing role, reaching up for the top of the dress a few inches below her breasts and pulling it sharply down to her waist. Dayna shuddered under his touch but continued to kiss Jason as she wiggled her arms free of the shoulder straps, then wrapped them around her partner’s neck. There was no pretense at dancing now. This was all about getting a woman naked as Jason moved back a little, pulling Dayna’s head forward toward him, while Wayne also moved back, pulling her butt in the opposite direction. Mia put her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp as she saw they’d created enough space for Wayne to work Dayna’s dress down over her hips, which he proceeded to do. In less time than she expected, Wayne let go of the dress and it fell around Dayna’s feet.
Dayna stepped out of the dress without breaking the kiss and straightened as Wayne moved close again. Now the scene had gone from the rather erotic to the entirely obscene—a nude woman sandwiched between two fully-clothed men, whose hands were roaming at will over the naked body between them. Even though her mouth was covered by Jason’s, Mia could hear Dayna moaning and groaning under the onslaught to her senses.
After a couple of minutes of the highly-charged threesome writhing in front of her, Mia was starting to feel rather left out, but Wayne glanced across at her and, stepping back from her friend, winked at her. She wondered if her smile had slipped and Wayne had caught a jealous look on her face but a moment later Jason came up for air and also stepped back. Dayna turned to face her, apparently unconcerned and unfazed by the fact she was the only naked person in the room.
“Wow, that was something. Come on, Mia, you should try it.”
Mia giggled and shook her head, then gasped as she realized both men had turned to face her and Wayne was moving toward her. She could see the bulges in the front of both pairs of trousers, knew what had caused them and swallowed hard. Wayne grabbed her hand and gently, but very insistently, pulled her to her feet.
“No…” She shook her head again as Wayne guided her to the middle of the floor and turned her to face him, his hands on her hips. She saw Dayna move toward the other couch, still unconcerned about her nudity. Mia felt Jason approach her from behind. She couldn’t stop a nervous giggle breaking out as she felt Jason put his hands on her butt then slide them out to her hips as he moved close to her.
“Oh.”
The soft sigh escaped her as the giggle died, just before Wayne’s lips found hers and he started to kiss her. She returned the kiss, still confused by her own body’s responses, but knowing she was turned on by the show she’d just witnessed. She wondered if they intended to do the same to her, and knew, deep down, that was exactly their intention, although she was wearing more than just a dress. Remembering how they’d worked the dress down over Dayna’s arms, she defensively put her arms around the back of Wayne’s neck, locking her fingers together as a way of preventing her blouse being removed.
Wayne pressed closer, his erection pressing against her stomach as his tongue drove deeper into her mouth. She felt something else press against her butt, then nestle between her cheeks as Jason’s erection also made contact. Being sandwiched between two virile men in this way, two aroused virile men at that, was such a novel situation that her brain was struggling to process it.
Wayne’s hands slid up her sides until his palms were pressing against the side of her breasts, as Jason pressed against her from behind. She allowed her legs to part, giving herself balance, and Wayne turned slightly and lifted his thigh up against her. She guessed he was standing on tiptoe to do it, but he pushed his leg against her mound with enough force to make her gasp, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and hotter. Jason’s hands dropped lower, sliding around her toward the front, feeling for the wrap-over point of her skirt. Wayne broke the kiss and started kissing her jawline again, heading for the sensitive area under her ear as his hands rose to meet hers behind her and untangle her fingers from his hair.
It was all happening so fast, almost too fast, as he drew her hands down to her sides then slid his hands back up her arms to snag the sleeves of her peasant blouse. She could hear herself moaning as Wayne kissed her neck then worked his way down to the hollow under her chin as he pulled the sleeves down her arms. The bodice of the blouse followed, drawn down by the elastic, and she knew she was seconds from having her breasts exposed to the eyes of both men and her already naked friend, at the same time being exposed to Wayne’s eager and waiting hands and mouth. She shuddered, wavering close to panicking, and tried to stay calm as Wayne kissed his way down her chest.
A sudden release of tension announced Jason had undone one of the two buttons holding her skirt closed, and the fabric slithered to the side as his hands worked their way across her stomach to the other button. Still the men hadn’t spoken to each other, working on her in silence. She heard Dayna gasp at the same moment as the blouse descended past her nipples, exposing them to the air. Just as with her friend a few minutes earlier, they didn’t remain in the open for long as Wayne’s hand cupped her right breast and his mouth captured her left nipple. She groaned and writhed against him as he let go of her blouse. He slid his arms around to her back and pulled her into his mouth. She arched her back as she felt the final release of tension lower down as her skirt slid down her legs.
Mia tried to picture what she looked like, standing between the two men, her blouse around her waist, still pinning her arms to her sides, and her breasts being mauled by one of the men. Below that she wore black stockings and heels, and a tiny pair of black panties. Jason was playing with her butt too, his hands sliding over and caressing every inch of her cheeks, both the parts covered by, and those uncovered by, the cutaway nature of her underwear. She knew he only had to slip his thumbs into the waistband and pull them down and she’d be naked in the room, as naked as Dayna. She shuddered and glanced over at her friend, who was watching with a smile on her face, her hands wandering over the sleek curves of her body, and as Mia watched, Dayna pinched her own nipple and opened her mouth in a soundless ‘o’.
Wayne’s hand dropped away from her breast and grabbed one side of her blouse while his free hand did the same on the other side. He pulled it down until her arms came free and then Jason stopped playing with her ass long enough to work with his friend, pulling the blouse down over her hips to fall in a circle around her feet. So much for wearing more than her friend—the men had been efficient in what they were doing.
Wayne let go of her now distended nipple and raised his face back to the level of hers.
“Okay, baby?”
She smiled and nodded, surprised to find she actually was. The feeling of four male hands on her body—her soon to be totally naked body—was electric. Her embarrassment at the exposure was fading fast. Sure enough, that near nakedness, that final barrier, was about to disappear as she felt Jason hook his fingers in the waistband of her underwear.
Suddenly there was a loud groan from the couch to the side of them and she looked around, at the same time as Wayne did, to find Dayna wasn’t waiting to become re-involved in the action. She’d slumped back on the couch, her legs spread wide apart as her fingers drove into her slit, masturbating herself into a frenzy as she watched Mia’s final dénouement through hooded lids. Mia was panting for breath herself, but the sight of her friend in such a state did something to her psyche in a way she didn’t expect, pushing her own desire to a higher level. Jason had paused, too, and she guessed he was also drinking in the sight of the incredibly turned-on woman as she started to churn on the couch, her ass grinding against her own thrusting fingers.
Mia knew the moment he returned his attention to the task in front, as he started to draw her panties down. She closed her eyes, her hands blindly reaching out for Wayne
’s shoulders for support as her legs went weak. She felt every millimeter of increased exposure as he drew her last item of clothing down to her hips.
“God.”
“It’s okay, baby. You want this, remember. That’s why you came here, why you came out tonight.”
Her panties were down around her knees, and then Jason let go and they fell to the floor on top of her shoes. She stepped out of them as her mind tried to process Wayne’s words. It didn’t quite make sense, and she couldn’t work out why. Wayne must have signaled to Jason because the man behind her left her alone and, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him drop onto the couch next to Dayna, his mouth descending on her up-thrust breast as she arched her back, his hand covering hers where she was fingering herself.
Feelings overwhelmed Mia, part of her agreeing with Wayne. This was why she was here, to get her revenge on her husband. Another part of her kept replaying the forlorn look on Simon’s face as she walked out of the house.
“I…”
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
Wayne could see she had a problem as things welled up inside her. His concern was obvious, and he withdrew his hands, not touching her, although she knew he was desperate to take things to the next level now he had her nude. Thoughts whirled in a chaotic kaleidoscope in her head as she tried to summon up the resolve to stay, but one image came back to her over and over again—her husband’s face, his big, soft puppy dog eyes begging her not to come out tonight.
“I… I can’t.”
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
He repeated his question as he went to wrap his arms around her but she couldn’t let him. She took a step back, a wordless scream rising in her mouth and bursting out as she whirled and ran for the nearest doorway, one of the bedrooms. Slamming the door behind her, she heard Wayne shout Dayna’s name.
For a second she leaned against the door she’d just shut, gulping in air as she tried to work out what to do, trapped naked in a hotel bedroom. Glancing to her left, she could see the skyline of the city and her eyes widened at the realization she was naked, and the drapes were open. Anyone could see in, indeed they were open in the room beyond, too. Anyone could have been watching as the two men stripped her naked. She stifled a scream as she protectively wrapped one arm across her chest and turned sideways to the window.
She bolted for the bathroom, closing that door too, just as she heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. As she closed the bathroom door she flicked the lock across, and tried to calm her breathing, the ultra-high arousal level draining from her system as her adrenalin crashed. A minute or so later she heard movement in the bedroom outside followed by muted conversation, followed by a soft knock on the door.
“Mia, sweetie, it’s me. Let me in.”
“Go away.”
“No, sweetie. Let me in.”
Knowing she couldn’t stay there all night, she forced herself to unlock the door and cracked it open, expecting to see her very naked friend out there. Instead, Dayna was wrapped in a toweling robe and was holding Mia’s clothes in her other hand.
She opened the door wider, letting her friend in, but quickly shut it again. Before she could react, Dayna pulled her into a hug, her hand stroking her naked back.
“It’s okay, baby, you just freaked out a little.”
“A little…more than a little!”
“Come on, get dressed, and Wayne will walk you down to your car. Go home, baby. Go home to Simon.”
“How? How can I?”
Dayna grabbed hold of her chin and tilted her face so she was forced to look into her friend’s eyes. “Of course you can. Nothing happened, after all. Besides, it was what you came out for, and it’s not like nothing happened when he was chasing skirt with his secretaries. You know things happened then.” She paused for a second. “Go home, and fuck his brains out. Make him regret he ever risked losing you. Much better plan. Baby, this lifestyle isn’t for you.”
Mia took a deep breath and nodded. Dayna let her go and solemnly handed across her panties. She stepped into them, glad for the protection they provided, but aware they were damp from her own secretions, and a little uncomfortable as a result. Then she took her blouse and pulled it over her head. The skirt followed and she smoothed it down over her legs and turned back to Dayna.
“What about you?”
“What about me? I’m fine. Your departure simply means I’m going to have double the fun.”
Mia gasped. “You mean…?”
“Baby, I get the best of both worlds tonight. Jason is a guy I’ve never had before, so I get to sample a new cock, and Wayne is a guy who can go all night and always gives me great orgasms. I am going to have the time of my life, thanks to you.”
“So…”
“Sweetie, if I’d walked into the club on my own and seen Wayne with his handsome friend, I’d probably have been in this room an hour earlier, and already have had both of them at least once. That’s my lifestyle, but it’s not yours. Go home to Simon, and if you want to think of me having fun, just don’t judge me for it.”
Mia impulsively threw her arms around her friend. “I’d never do that.”
“Come on, let’s get you out of here, and Wayne can walk you down to your car. The sooner we get you out of here, the sooner I can get a cock right where I want it.”
“Are you sure Wayne and Jason aren’t mad?”
Dayna chuckled. “Sweetie, in our world this kind of thing happens more often than you’d think. Disappointed, for sure, but mad, no. They’re gentlemen. Why do you think I like Wayne so much? That’s why I arranged to meet them at the club tonight. They’ll only get rough when I tell them to, and I’ll wait ‘til you’re gone before I tell them that.”
“Rough?”
Dayna shivered. “You bet.”
“Hang on. You said you arranged to meet Wayne and a friend at the club?”
“Of course, sweetie. Wayne knew your situation, and knew what you wanted to try. Actually, he was flattered he was the one I picked. Now, go home to Simon. Don’t forget to change the skirt before you get too close to home.”
Jason had kissed her cheek goodbye and Wayne had smiled all the way down in the lift and out through the hotel doors. As he’d closed the door to the suite, her last view of Dayna had been her standing in the middle of the room in front of Jason as she made a performance of seductively slipping off her toweling robe.
They reached the side of her car and she turned to Wayne. “Thank you for walking me to my car.”
“No problem.”
“And I’m sorry—”
He brought his finger up and laid it across her lips. “Baby, there’s not need to apologize. I got to spend a couple of hours in the company of a beautiful, intelligent woman who wanted a good time. I hope I gave her that, but let me give you a piece of advice.”
“Oh?”
“Go home to your husband and fuck him ‘til he’s a dish rag and can’t move.”
“Ah. That’s kind of what Dayna said.”
He stooped and peered into her car then chuckled. “Tell me, is the outfit in the bag behind your seat a sexier version of the one you’re wearing, or a frumpier one?”
“Sexier.”
“Then understand this. I would have given my eye-teeth to have seen you in it.”
“Thank you, that’s kinda sweet of you to say so.”
“You are a beautiful woman. Please tell me your husband cheated on you for a good reason.”
She shrugged. “He fucked his secretaries.”
“That’s not a good reason. Go home and fuck him half to death, then leave him there dead to the world. Show him how stupid he was to risk losing you.” He chuckled. “Does his boss know?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have a simple solution.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. Ring his boss and tell him you intend to make sure he fucks his next secretary too, every day.”
“What?”
“Tell him you’r
e taking the job.”
“Oh.” Mia thought about it for a minute, realizing there was at least a germ of an idea there. Then she chuckled. “You never know, I might propose a job share with my best friend.”
Wayne laughed and shook his head. “Nobody in that office would get any work done. They’d all be too busy screwing Dayna.”
Mia chuckled, the vision of such an orgy sweeping through her head. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Listen, baby. I’m going to take my time going back to the suite. By now Jason will have Dayna in one of the bedrooms and be inside her. I’ll grab a drink and watch some TV. Once she’s exhausted him, she’ll fetch me. Believe me, the three of us will have a great night. Now you drive carefully, and whatever you do, don’t forget to change into the other outfit before you get home. Don’t give the whole game away, okay?”
She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I won’t, and thank you.”
“Thank you. Now, scoot off home, and remember what I said—it was all good advice.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Drive safely now.”
She chuckled—she couldn’t help it—as she got into the car and drove away. She could see him standing there watching until she turned the corner.
Chapter 9
Two blocks from home, Mia pulled to the side of the road and quickly changed into the ultra-short zip-up skirt. After the events of the evening, she wondered if she should have had the nerve to wear it into the club, but the drive had cleared her head, and she knew exactly what she intended to do when she walked in, assuming Simon had stayed up waiting for her.
She pulled onto the drive, pleased to see the main family room light still on, although the drapes were closed, and got out of the car. The zips on her skirt opened alarmingly and she reached down to close them then decided not to. She had plans, and those zips would facilitate them.