I fell in love with Jake and Gil at the same time. I had come out of a terrible break up with an ex-boyfriend that had left me raw and a mess emotionally. With the help of Jake and Gil, my self-esteem and validation of my sexuality bloomed again.
As I pulled the other black thigh-hi up my calf, the sensual feel of the silk sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine. I couldn’t wait for Jake and Gil to take them off me later in the evening. Maybe they would tie me up with them. A girl could only hope. I found my black strapless dress and slipped it over my head, I feeling sexier than I had in a while. The past month had been hectic, so the weeklong cruise is a welcome reprieve. I realized that I was going to be late, if I didn’t hurry to finish getting ready. My boys had promised to pick me up and I needed to get ready.
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Later that evening at home…
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The party had been a huge success and the well wishes appeared heart felt. Jake and Gil had been hot in their tuxedos and I cannot wait to get me hands on them and peel them off, item by item. Unbeknownst to me, my men had other ideas in store for us and me, in particular.
Shutting the door behind them, Jake grabbed my left wrist, spinning me around and pulling me hard against his chest. His mouth descended on mine with an urgency that I had not felt in some time. I opened my mouth to let him in, our tongues mating making small smacking noises that only heightened my awareness of Jake. My nipples, already diamond hard from Gil ministrations in the car on the way home, ached with a pleasure pain that made my pulse thunder.
Gil’s hot breath ticked the fine hairs on my neck, as he eased my zipper. The coolness of the air conditioner in the house only made my skin even more sensitized with the dress pooling at my feet. Gil nibbled and sprinkled kisses along my neck, beginning a tantalizing descent down my back. He paused at the curve of my ass, flicking his tongue across my skin. My body tensed, moisture slickening the insides of my thighs. In a choreographed move that a Russian ballet dancer would envy, Gil lifted me off my feet, spun me with my back against Jake’s chest and starting slowly licking my nipples. It only took five licks before I shattered into a million pieces with an orgasm that I never thought would end. If Jake had not been holding me up, I would have fallen on my butt. Jake swung me up into his arms and carried me to our bedroom.
Gil could not get his clothes off fast enough. I learned that once Gil started something, he was never finished until I almost passed out with pleasure.
Jake was more of the voyeur in our group but nonetheless, he pleasured me in ways that Gil could not.
That was what I loved about my two men.
With a gentle turn, Jake laid me down on the bed and with a playful tug, and snapped my garters. The pressure steady, the snaps on my garters gave me a different kind of pleasure that kept me on the edge, yet completely aroused. Only Jake could give me the pleasure pain that I craved. With each snap, I sank deeper and deeper into a sexy place where only Jake and I existed.
Tiny whelps laced the insides of thighs. Just when I thought I could not take any more from Jake, he unfastened the garters and soothed the tiny whelps with his tongue. With a low guttural moan, I arched my back and came hard with a loud moan that rattled the windows.
I need a few moments to come down from his ministrations; Jake quickly removed his clothes, too. Standing in front of me was two perfect and imperfect men; each the same but also different. Jake was the quiet one, the thinker, the heart of our house and relationship. Gil was the free spirit, the joker; the glue that kept us together. I was the equalizer. With two strong men, I often played peacekeeper between them.
Each man pulled the thigh-highs down my legs. Gil used one of the thigh highs to bind my wrists above my head. Jake triple folded the other and placed it over my eyes, tying it tightly so no light could come in. My senses heighted, with the feel of the silk on my face. I could not know what they had in mind for me.
I heard a closet door open and the rattle of items shifting, then the closing of the door. I secretly hoped for a treasure chest of toys. A feather tickled my nose, drifting across to my chin and then to my ears. I felt the warmth of lotion and hands massaging my feet. Oh my…
