Love Story

Danni was determined not to let her jerk of a husband ruin her night.Just because he had stormed out it didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun!

She sat at the bar, sipping her drink and wondering who she would dance with next, when two handsome, tanned men approached her from opposite sides.

“Would you care to dance?”

They both spoke at once.

She smiled and they laughed.

“I saw her first,” joked the one to her left.

“No, I did!” laughed his rival.

“Now don’t fight boys. Maybe I can dance with you both.”

She slid off her stool and walked towards the dance floor. The men followed like puppies.

It was a raunchy song by Beyonce and Danni certainly put her back into it.

The men did, too, taking every opportunity to touch her through her thin black dress.

On some occasions, They both had hands on her and Danni was shocked to find the touch of four hands at once was a major turn on!

For the next hour they talked and danced... and touched.

The men got more adventurous, holding her waist, touching her legs, whispering in her ear as they held her hand.

When the last dance came on, it was a slowy, of course.

“Hmm” mused Dave, the taller of the two men.

“I don’t object to a slow threesome dance. But people might talk.”

“Me too,” agreed Jake.

“Maybe we can have that dance in my room?”

The two men looked at Danni. Her heart was pounding. She was having such a good time. And the attention and touches of these handsome men had really turned her on.

But was she really going to go back to a hotel room with two strange men?

Her mouth became dry.

“Sure, that sounds fun.”

She heard the words as if they weren’t her own.

But they were.

Dave took her hand and led her to the lift. Jake walked alongside.

In the lift she wasn’t sure what was to come. But she was high on the excitement of the night. It was ten years since she had enjoyed the touch of other men. But her instincts were coming back to her. She was so turned on.

Then Jake and Dave made a confession.

They worked together. They knew each other. They had planned to approach Danni at the same time and ask her to dance in the hope she would dance with both.

Danni was shocked, but laughed. And she was flattered.

From the lift they walked to the room. The lights were dim and Jake put on some soft music and took Danni’s hand, drawing her to him. She moved in close; close enough to feel the bulge in his trousers as she moved her pelvis into him. She sighed.

Dave moved in behind her, hands on her bare shoulders, caressing her softly. He gently lowered his head and kissed the nape of her neck. She moaned and eased her bum back as Dave moved closer. His bulge brushed her bum, as his hands slid down her side, softly touching the side of her breasts.

At the same time, Jake moved in for the kiss. He looked her in the eye and she put her hand to his head, pulling him to her and kissing him sensuously. As their tongues met, Dave cupped her breasts and gently squeezed.

Danni’s pussy was aching and swamped. She could smell her own sex.

Jake moved his hand to her skirt hem and started to lift it slowly, breaking their kiss so that Danni could turn her head and kiss Dave full on the lips, as Jake stroked the damp patch on her knickers.

Danni was in Heaven.

And the best was yet to come.

But if you really want to know the whole story of what happened in that hotel, I’m afraid you’ll have to use your imagination.

For she never told me the rest of the story as we made love the following week.

Perhaps she will do next time.