On our very first date, I anticipated my husband to be promiscuous and far more sexually advanced than I. Perhaps even a bit sexually aggressive, which made me cautiously choose my outfit as I got ready. I was definitely more nervous than usual for a first date. Not sure if it was because of my attraction to him or his bold manner. All I knew was it was the best invitation I'd had since moving to town six months ago.
After picking me up, he asked if it would be ok if we stopped by to meet a few of his friends before starting our evening and for a quick first kiss to get it out of the way. I quickly agreed with a sense of pride, which he might want to show me off to his friends. At any rate, the sweet, soft kiss calmed me down, and I felt at ease as he introduced me to everyone at the party. I also downed a few cocktails as we mingled a little before a quick exit. But as we said our goodbyes, a good-looking guy asked if he could get a ride with us. I didn't think anything of it since most everyone was drinking until we had to get into his truck.
Once inside the truck, I found myself between these two handsome, brawny men - much more mature and worldly than I was used to - I was all alone squashed between the two of them. I found out this was his best-friend, who he'd done everything with since they had known each other. They entertained me with stories of their youth, as we turned-off the main route to smoke a little pot his friend offered in exchange for interrupting our date.
The next thing I knew, we were on a lonely dead end, country road in the thick of the forest and the banks of a river as the night grew darker engulfing us before the moon rose over our heads. They began to tell me stories about all the girls they brought down this same road during high school, and the things they did to them. I responded with a story of how I walked out of the East Texas oil fields when I was in high school after the proposition of "put out or get out" was posed. I broadened my shoulders talking in a loud, gruff voice trying to appear tough before suggesting we get out for a smoke and another beer.
As I got a little room between me and them and a little fresh air, I calmed back down. Until they unzipped their pants to take a piss, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. The sound of pee hitting the rocks beside the bank made me have to go as well. I walked as far into the woods as I could in my pumps before kicking them off and removing my hose to go. As I walked back to the road, they appeared in my path with their hard dicks in their hands informing me there was a toll to pass.
When I asked what it was, they told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands palms up. They put a cock in each hand before having me open my eyes.
The fee they explained would be a hand job for the both of them. I firmly grabbed each cock and began to slowly yank on each as I informed them, "I've never done anything like this before." I slowly increased my speed as I started to feel the moisture of their pre-cum between my hands and their cocks.
All at once, they told me to stop saying the debt had been paid and stepped aside giving me the lead as we walked back to the truck. I turned around to sit on the tailgate and saw their pants around their knees. I gave them a cocky grin and asked what was next. The next test would be an oral examination I was told. For each incorrect answer, I'd have to remove an article of my clothing. I coyly removed my shoes first, a scarf next, then shirt before they demanded my panties.
Then, they pulled me onto the grass before commanding me down on my knees for the second half of this oral exam. I took each cock into my warm, wet mouth one at a time. One passed slowly through my lips then the other all the way down to the base and up over the head again as it left my lips. They both began to moan a little as they grew harder still.
Finally, he shoved his friends cock in my mouth and bent me over pulling my skirt up exposing my bare pussy. He admired it a little before sliding his finger between my folds and allowing my wetness to escape down my thighs. Eagerly he shoved his throbbing shaft passed my swollen lips deep into my quivering pussy, he pounded me over and over as his friends cock hit the back of my throat until I began to moan uncontrollably. Then he stood me up & yank my skirt off, he spun me around and shoved my head on his throbbing cock dripping with my juices. The friend shoved his hard dick deep in my swollen pussy, and I started to cum again. My body started to shake all over before they let me recover as they switched again.
At last, we all exploded together and lay naked and exhausted in the grass sandwiched together. I've never been spooned again like I was that night in the damp grass sheltering each other from the crisp night air until we caught our breath. Then we each got a better view of one another as we dressed in the moonlight. The moonbeams dancing off the water and our bare skin got us primed for the ride home.
As we drove in silence, I heard one zipper then another before my hands navigated down their pants without any prompting. We had an encore in his friend’s backyard before he dropped me off close to dawn without any bra or panties which they kept for a souvenir. I never expected to hear from either of them again. I wrote them off like the lingerie, but that was over a decade ago. I married my date a few years later. And we're all best friends, who fuck on a regular basis.
