I submit part 3

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That next day I was in a trance. All day Glen had been touching me. It takes everything to hold back, as I need a hard cock in me. He looked nice wearing those dress slacks and polo shirt. Time to run off to the bedroom to get ready as I have the perfect dress. It’s my black cocktail dress that says, “come and take me I’m yours.”

Now that I decided what to wear I was ready to focus on the night. The dress showed off my cleavage and was just short enough to tease the men. What I loved about this dress, the way it fit. I was totally comfortable and confident. Carefully I placed the dress on the bed and then started to get ready. In case the men see me, I put on a black sheer bra and thong panty set, and my black cfm heals.

In the morning I was feeling the mix of emotions as they ran through my system. It was exhilarating and then exhausting. I was feeling nervous like a teenager on her first date, to aroused knowing that this man wants me, and then scared knowing that both men want to use my body. Then it was time to get ready and my mind went into gear. All feelings were put aside. Some how I ran out of time and started to panic trying to get ready.

While in the shower my mind started to wonder. How did Mike look? How would his cock feel? How will Glen act tonight? Will Glen enjoy this or become upset? Glen has been talking about a lover for some time now. Tonight, was the night.

Glen came into the bathroom, nude. His cock was already hard crying to be in me. “You have to wait!” I told him. There is something erotic about a hard cock. The way it looks, something about it. Maybe it's how much pleasure it will give me that turns me on. Can't let Glen know this because he will always have a hard on.

Walking out he turns to me, “Misty, tonight can you wear sexy black pantyhose?” He looks down at the floor, “and no panties?”

“Get out of here you dwag!”

I have to say, I like it when Glen tells what he likes me to wear. When I put something on for him it makes me feel sexy. The look on his face is priceless when he first seems me ready for our date. Then I noticed the time and dash out of the bedroom. I felt bad for leaving Glen, but Mike should be here soon and I wanted to be ready. While getting ready I was num. There was no time to feel anything. No time for nerves first its shower, makeup, and then dress for tonight.

Glen left me alone and I started to prepare for dinner. It’s nice not to be in too much of a rush. Being able to take my time. While setting dinner up I’m thinking about Mike and what might be.

I was awoken from my trance by the doorbell. Oh god, it's Showtime.

Opening the door I was greeted by something that took my breath away. Oh my there’s a stud that just rung my doorbell. Then it hits me, Mike is here. Mike is the man that might bed me tonight. I’ve been flirting with this man for some time and he’s at my house. This man makes me melt.

Oh, I have to introduce this man to my husband. Honey, this is the stud that’s going to fuck me in two hours. Under these tailor clothes is a cock that I’m going to worship. Last night Mike listened to me having sex with Glen. Oh, this will be one wild night. “Glen I would like to introduce you to Mike.”

Glen walked over and shook Mike’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much.”

Glen missed it, but my face blushed as he responded. 

“And I heard so much about you.”

“Mike, let me take you to our living room where we can get comfortable.” Oh that sounded a little strange. “Please follow me.” We all walk towards the living room. “We're so pleased to have you join us.”

“And I would like to thank you for the invitation.” He hands me a bottle of fine wine. “This is a little token of my appreciation of dinner and for sharing Misty.” 

With that we took our seats with Mike across from us. Were these men thinking what I was thinking? Where would tonight end? We spent the next hour making small talk while getting to know each other. I think this calmed our nerves.

For dinner I made Cornish hens with wild rice. This is strange but that dish, just says something. It’s a soft dinner, not over powering. Delicate foods pampered while being prepared, yet filling for the men. The presentation says, “Tonight we're ready for something magical.” We took our seats at the dining room table. This time Mike sat at the head of the table with Glen and I at his sides. 

I’m sure Mike took the seat to show his dominance. He is a man. Looking at Glen to check and see how he is as I was worried. Worried that Glen might not be comfortable. There was no fear or worry on his face. I was sure Glen was ready for the next step. I did my best to play hostess as I served my men dinner.

Now I could relax and enjoy dinner. The conversation flowed as with that bottle of wine. We're all at ease ready to take things to the next level. After dinner we moved to the family room. Once in the family room I felt something different. Mike started to take control and take us over. He was going to make me his. Mike sat down and as well as Glen. 

We enjoyed this feast, and everything was perfect. For now I’m going to skip the dinner details and jump to after dinner.

Mike blurted, “So Misty, lift up your skirt and show me your panties. I’m wondering if you’re wearing a thong girl or a bikini panty.”

What? God, I felt like I had been hit by lightning. I felt like my hair was standing straight up. My heart was pumping fast and my nipples started to harden and I felt my clit. I stood there, turned towards him and looked down at the floor. I was embarrassed, but love him being direct. I took the hem of my skirt, slowly lifted it up showing him my black sheer thong. Glen could see my pussy as Mike admired my ass. I turned to give Mike amble time view of my pussy.

Glen said in a timid voice, “Yes she is one sexy woman.”

Now I was really embarrassed, could they see my arousal? Would they notice my scent?

I took a seat on the couch between the men. Mike rested his hand on my thigh. I turned to Glen to see him only to find him beaming like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to ask him, talk to him. Glen if you don’t say anything Mike's cock is going to be in me soon. But the words never came out.

“Misty stand up again and let me appreciate your beauty. It’s nice to see a woman who knows she’s sexy and has the ability to skip wearing panties. I love the tease of your black hose, to have you covered up, and yet still see your pussy.” 

I did as he wished. I wanted to please him. Walking around gives both of them ample opportunity to view my body.

“Misty come over here and show me that ass, girl. Stand in front of me and turn around. good girl. Now bend over and show me all of you. Glen why don’t you take a seat in the loveseat this way you can watch everything.”

I did as he asked again. I couldn't help it and just followed his orders. Mike started to take some liberties and felt my behind. I hope it's firm enough for him. He pulled me on his lap. He then moved me down on the couch and had my stomach on his crotch. I felt being so exposed and having him touch me, taking me in front of Glen. To see how excited Glen was watching.

His warm firm hand came and touches me. Peeking over I could see that Glen was more then happy. His smile went from ear to ear as Mike ran his hand over my body. He slapped my ass. “Glen, she has a nice firm ass!”

I looked over at him, “Yes she does,” our eyes met. I was scared but Glen had that look on his face. I could tell he was very horny. I wondered if he was hard.

Mike put his other hand on my head. His fingers played with my hair. If he only knew how much I love this. Gently he massaged my neck, teasing me more. Unexpectantly he pulled me by my hair up to my knees. Oh, make me yours I want to scream. God, he moves me like a puppet. My body responds to him and I fear it's running down my thighs.

Smack, oh his hand feels so good. That warm tingling feeling rips through my body from his quick little spanking. Then I feel it as Mike’s cock moved. He’s not erect but I can tell he’s equipped. Feeling him made me want him more.