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Dan started to insinuate his toes past the side elastic of my panties. I felt the material bunch to one side, felt air on my hot flesh, felt Dan’s toe in my wetness. I abandoned all pretence of coyness. I held on to his foot, drew his toes deeper into me. Art slipped from his chair and sat next to me on the floor. In one quick movement, he had undone Dan’s fly and had my husband’s cock out into the open. I expected Dan to object. He didn’t. Art grasped the base of Dan’s hardening flesh and began to move his hand up and down. My eyes grew wide. I had mentally prepared myself for the expected threesome, but I had never imagined the two guys would get it on. I stared in fascination as he gently squeezed Dan’s balls. Art’s eyes bore into mine, challenging me to say something. His lips brushed against my ear, and his teeth softly nibbled my earlobe, sending shivers all down my side. I shuddered as the shockwaves of orgasm ran through me.
I had little respite before Art’s hand was in my hair. He drew me down onto Dan’s cock, guided it towards my mouth. I bent my head down over him, licked the little dripping mouth, running my tongue-tip round the underside of the head before I swallowed him, lightly dragging my teeth back along his shaft as I withdrew. Dan loves it when I do that. Then I began the process of slowly bobbing my head back down over him, taking him into the back of my mouth, rasping the rough underside with the edge of my bottom teeth. Art’s hand pressed down on the back of my head as I descended, but I resisted. The idea of him ‘forcing’ me onto Dan’s cock excited me. Disappointingly, Art didn’t respond, instead he let me continue at my own pace. However, he did go behind me to lift my skirt. I was gushing in expectation by then, convinced he was going to fuck me. Sure enough, Art peeled off my soaking panties. I lifted my knees to help him, felt a finger enter me, then another and I pushed back against them. I pushed between Dan’s thighs running my tongue up his taut scrotum anticipating the feel of Art’s cock. Instead, Art was back at my side, lifting me and edging me forward. I realised he wanted me to straddle Dan. For a second time he took hold of Dan’s cock, holding it upright while Dan carefully manoeuvred me onto him like an expensive piece of equipment until he was fully embedded. I could feel Art’s fingers squashed between us kneading Dan’s balls.