The city lights blurred into streaks as I drove, mercury orange lines rolling over me as I passed streetlights. I had pulled on a fitted black tank top that dipped low across the chest, framed by the open zip of a dark ribbed jacket that clung neatly to my arms. It was a regular go-to for me, but Theo had once said the look struck a balance between laid-back athletic and subtly daring. He never knew if I had just come from the gym or was trying to catch someone eyeing my tits. Either way, it was cosy, and having my tits ogled was the last thing on my mind at 2 a.m.
I had agreed to pick my fiancé, Theo, up to save him from spending silly money on a taxi, but of course, when I pulled up, Theo chanced his arm, asking if his mates could come back as well, as they apparently “couldn’t get a taxi.” I had been with him three years and knew well by now this was him and his cronies’ excuse to keep drinking. “Whatever, just hurry up and get in,” I told them out the window, “and piss before you get in! No repeats of last time, Ronnie!” This was met by a roar of laughter as the three of them jogged down a nearby alley to empty their bladders. Theo and I had moved into his grandad’s place when he passed, and it was a twenty-minute drive outside town, so they knew it would be a long enough while to hold their piss.
As they lined up like three ducklings, I watched their silhouettes. Theo, muscular, bearded and always full of jokes, was pretending to piss on the other two. Ronnie, slightly taller but considerably skinnier, laughed his head off while Jack, not exactly muscular, not skinny either, looked on, disgusted. They finished up and came bounding back over to the car. Theo opened the passenger door and rolled the seat forward for his mates to get in the back, then sat himself beside me.
My Theo leaned over, his beard scraping my neck. “You’re a lifesaver, Elle.” His hand squeezed my thigh, warm and possessive; I could feel the heat through my yoga leggings. “Yeah, yeah, me to the rescue as usual!” I faked annoyance — I would rather he were home safely than out gallivanting with two single mates.
We made the drive home with a mix of awful singing and worse jokes. It was almost the norm now, so I was unfazed, but as the streetlights disappeared, replaced by the darkness of rural roads, I was getting tired. It had been a long day, and my thighs were sore both from spin class earlier that day and from my and Theo’s impromptu fuck when he pulled me on top of him in a kitchen chair that afternoon. His rationale was that his balls would be empty when he came home, so he would not disturb me later. I knew at the time he was talking through his arse, but that did not stop me reaching down and helping him inside me before bouncing until he left his load in me, then taking himself off to the shower, leaving me to relax, satisfied, until it was my turn to play taxi driver.
I pulled up into our driveway, the engine cutting into sudden silence. “Bed. Now,” I ordered, shooing them inside while I grabbed my purse. “Yes, miss!” came a chirpy response from one of the wee shitheads.
Once inside, Theo and his friends, Ronnie and Jack, kept drinking. Bottles clinked in the living room, their laughter rough and uneven. I hung about for a couple of minutes, half to be pleasant, half to assess how much of a train wreck they were going to be in an hour. I decided I had seen them in worse states, and headed upstairs, leaving them to their night. Theo would be up once they had finished and he had put the two shitheads to sleep on a sofa each.
I slipped into the bedroom, stripped to my black lace panties with the back disappearing into my cheeks, Ann Summers special, and fell onto cool sheets. Theo had always loved that I constantly wore and slept in thongs and G-strings. Having struggled with my weight in my early teens, when I hit my later teen years and lost the puppy fat, I saw and adored the reaction from my first boyfriend to the skimpy red lace thong I had worn when we lost our virginity together. Since then, I had always taken pride in making sure I had “sexy” underwear on. I had also found it a lot easier to get my way in arguments with Theo if I could have the tongue of a thong ready to show. Sleep swallowed me fast.
I was still asleep when the room light was turned on and I felt the duvet pulled back. Cool air washed over my skin, and I could feel goosebumps tingle up my tanned thighs. I had fallen asleep on my stomach, braless. I could also feel goosebumps rise over my bare arse.
I kept my eyes shut, breathing slow, pretending to snooze. Theo was probably getting into bed, I reckoned, and honestly, I was quite snug, so I did not want him to think I was awake and start chatting drunk shite.
After about ten seconds of a cold draught over me, I was about to ask what was taking him so long when I felt calloused hands, too many hands, spread my thighs apart. Rough fingers dug into my hips, and another set reached between my cheeks and curled around the panty string hidden in my crack, pulling it out and to the side. I felt a weight on the bed, then it came: a hard, unfamiliar thickness pushing into me. Not Theo’s familiar stretch. Whether I was still moist from the earlier load, or I had been having a horny dream, I was not sure, but my pussy offered no resistance, and this new warm crown slid straight past my lips, stopping just a tip shy of entering me.
“What the fuck is Theo playing at?” I thought, eyes still closed, the brightness of the room making me want to take an extra few seconds to adjust before opening them. During this pause, my uninvited guest pushed forwards. Unfamiliar, warm, shocking. A sharp moan tore from my throat involuntarily. My penetrator took this as a sign to pick up the pace.
Having woken up from sleeping on my stomach, I was getting pistoned now in collapsed doggy style. I braced on my elbows, opening my eyes for an answer now. Theo’s cock nudged my lips. I looked up, and he met me, stark naked, with a wink. The rapid pace from behind meant I could not hold his eye contact without my head shaking every thrust and eyes rolling against my will. Theo laughed and grabbed the back of my head, guiding my mouth forward. I parted my lips this time, giving him some purposeful resistance with my teeth before perfectly timing opening my mouth fully in time with a thrust forward, using the momentum to help get as far down Theo’s eight inches as I could. I was here now, Theo’s wink told me this was something that was supposed to happen, so fuck it.
His friend, still unknown to me, hammered behind me in short, frantic thrusts that rocked my hips against the mattress. The rhythm was brutal, punishing. Sweat dripped onto my back. I took one hand and reached down to rub my clit, but my remaining arm bucked from the repetitive force behind me. Face first into the pillow, I choked on cotton. The jackrabbit behind me also fell forward, so with his full weight on my back, my hand was trapped between the mattress and my clit. I kept rubbing.
Above me, Theo laughed low. “Take it, baby.” His thumb traced my jaw. At this angle I was not able to keep sucking him but he did not mind. His friend’s hips snapped faster, slapping skin, I could feel his balls bouncing off my clit. Thankfully, he was not as big as what I was used to with Theo, because at this pace, I would have had to have tapped out, but this guy knew how to use his smaller size, and my goodness, this fucker was actually about to make me cum.
Then, my pussy was suddenly empty, immediately followed by a grunt. Hot streaks splattered across my spine. Silence. Then Ronnie’s voice, sheepish: “Shit, Elle. Sorry.”
Theo tossed him a towel. “Clean her up,” he laughed. Theo leaned into me, kissing my forehead. “You’re so fucking amazing,” he said. He was so out of breath and all he did was get thirty seconds of a blowjob, his spiked heart rate pure excitement. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself again. I felt a towel rub across my back. I wiggled my hips playfully; no point in being shy now. Once I could not feel any wet patches along my spine, they left. I lay there, thighs trembling, the room thick with sex and sweat. The sheets clung to my skin. I did not move. Was it a dream? Did I want it to be a dream? My pussy sure didn’t.
The door clicked open much later, just as I settled into sleep for the second time that night. This time I was on my side. Theo slid behind me, his naked chest warm against my back. His cock, solid, known, pushed inside me. No words. Just the slow grind of his hips, deep and possessive. His palm flattened over my stomach, pinning me to him. My eyes stayed shut, but my body was awake, pushing backwards and forwards in time with the rhythm, steady and thick, until he came with a low groan against my neck, warm, familiar, no clean up needed. He leaned over for another forehead kiss and lay back to sleep.
Morning light cut through the blinds. Theo’s arm was heavy across my waist. Echoing through the hall from downstairs, Ronnie’s snore rattled the walls. I traced the stiffened streaks on my back. Theo stirred, kissed my shoulder. “Last night was…” He trailed off. I did not fill the silence. I was curious as to when I would finally get an explanation, but aware of the two cronies still downstairs, I knew it was not the time. I got up, picking up a hoodie from the floor and pulling it over me. Apart from that, I still just had last night’s black thong on. It had been through two sex sessions but I did not want to part with it just yet, the dampness strangely comforting. I headed to the bathroom to assess the damage.
In the mirror, my typically smoky-eyed makeup that I had forgotten to take off in my tiredness last night was smeared along my eyes like some sort of poor Halloween costume DIY visor. I quickly scrubbed my face before reapplying some mascara. I had absolutely no intention of being anyone else’s fuck doll today, but that did not mean I was not going to look fuckable.
Once I felt I looked presentable enough for three hungover hornballs, I went back to Theo. He was gone from the bed and I could hear voices downstairs. I put on a pair of pyjama bottoms and slippers and went down. I had definitely earned breakfast after last night anyway.
I walked into the kitchen to see Jack and Theo sitting on stools and Ronnie slumped over the countertop. I was unsure of the vibe but kept up appearances. “Morning, messes!” I said. The three stirred towards me with a gargle of greetings in return, all clearly worse for wear. Jack was the most sprightly. “Hi Elle, hope we didn’t keep you up late last night, and sorry if there’s any mess in your bathroom. Ronnie said he spent most of the night in there sleeping on the floor when I asked him where he disappeared to…” I hid a choke in my throat. I had not forgotten being taken from behind by a human drill, but I had forgotten to consider where Jack had been. Suddenly, for some reason, I became very aware and nervous of Jack finding out what happened, whereas I had not given two shits that Ronnie now knew what my insides felt like. I knew I had to play the game.
“Fuck sake, Ronnie, you better not have left a mess. You better have cleaned up after you!” I scolded with a stern look. A lone flutter rose from my pussy as I saw him and Theo smirk. “Yeah, Elle, sorry… I… had to use a t t towel… I’ll wash it, promise,” the words barely escaped Ronnie’s mouth as he was trying so hard not to cackle. Jack looked horrified. “A fucking towel, mate,” he started, “that is vulgar! You’ll never be able to wash that enough, you dirtbag.”
“Don’t worry, Jack,” I interjected, “I’m sure it did the job.” I swore I could see Theo’s cock twitch in his joggers, and I knew he was loving that I was playing the role of hotwife and playing along with his chosen fuck buddy.
“Right, Ronnie, I’ll take a bacon toastie as an apology, get cooking. I’m going to get dressed, then I’m throwing you messes home. Theo and Jack, please tidy the sofas.” The boys jumped to attention, and I headed back upstairs, appearing fifteen minutes later wearing a matching ocean blue gym set consisting of nylon cycle shorts and a vest. The vest, more suited for holding my tits in place during gym sessions, also served as a brilliant substitute for a push-up bra, and I adjusted my girls as such. I re-entered the kitchen, and, as expected, had three sets of eyes immediately on my chest. I intentionally leaned over the countertop to eat my toastie, allowing the ogling to continue between small talk and jokes about their night on the town.
Once finished, I swung my keys carefully round my index finger. “Playtime’s over, boys, time for home,” and we left to get into the car.
I dropped Jack off first. I was going to be getting my answers from the two sneaky fuckers still in the car. I pulled over and let Jack out, leaving Theo in the front seat and Ronnie alone in the back. We smiled and waved Jack all the way into his house until he closed the door. I was not going to let awkwardness set in. “So, when was I going to be filled in about being filled in?” Nervous chuckles from them. “Babe,” started Theo, “I came into the room and saw you lying there, and I’ll be honest, I thought the only thing that would be better than my cock in you was two cocks, and who better to get to feel you than my right-hand man.” His blunt honesty left me speechless. I was expecting some beating around the bush. I looked in the rear-view mirror and Ronnie’s eyes met mine, scanning for a reaction, and I realised I was giving the bastard one.
The tight boob hugging vest I had put on earlier was betraying me now, my hard nipples poking through and conveying just how much I did not hate being used by these men. Theo saw them first and laughed, squeezing my thigh at the point where the shorts no longer covered my skin. Ronnie then noticed what was funny. Goosebumps again. Fuckers.
Just as my mind started imagining a reoccurrence of the events last night, Theo interrupted with a yawn, asking me to drive on as his hangover was kicking into overdrive. We got to Ronnie’s house, and Theo jumped out to let him out, pulling the passenger seat of my two-door forward to do so. As Ronnie climbed past, he stopped halfway and whispered, “I’m going in here to smell you off me while I stroke it.” Another involuntary moan escaped me, similar to when his cock snuck into me a few hours ago. He laughed as he got out and I watched him and Theo hug. I imagined being in the middle of that sandwich on my knees, they could hug away as long as I was getting what I wanted.
Theo got back into the car and reclaimed me with a wet tongue kiss. I returned it, but halfway through, unable to help myself, I opened my eyes, seeing Ronnie at his front door looking like he wanted to race back to the car and carry me away over his shoulder like a caveman. I will let the reader guess whether it was this or the kiss that set my pussy on fire. Theo eventually pulled away and we started home.
I was not to know what else was planned for me now that I had shown my fiancé just how wide my boundaries were, but I was more than willing to enjoy it.
