I am female and 43 years old . I
knew I was asking for trouble. No bra, no panties — just a thin little sundress and the kind of mood where I wanted to be touched.
Date night ended up at a college bar, tucked into a booth in the back. At some point two younger guys started talking to us — bold, and just drunk enough to try their luck, of course I let them.
A little leaning forward, a few glances at my tits under the fabric… and they were all over me. Hands on my thighs, slipping higher. One slid between my legs and found out just how fucking wet I already was — soaked and throbbing.
The other pushed his hand up under my dress, full-on grabbing my tits. He pinched my nipples between his fingers and whispered in my ear how perfect they felt in his hands. I moaned, softly — but loud enough to let them know I liked it, it felt so fucking good to have two strangers hands on me.
Then it happened — both of their hands ended up between my legs. One teasing my clit with slow, filthy circles while the other slipped fingers inside me, deep and careful. I was spread open, squirming in their hands, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
I couldn’t stop myself, I came hard — right there in the booth. Gripping the seat, legs shaking, my dress hiked up, dripping down my thighs.
The look on hubbys face? Possessive.
We barely got through the front door before he had me bent over. He shoved that sundress up, buried his hard fucking cock deep inside me, and came like he couldn’t wait another second.
I might wear that dress again next weekend. Let’s see who else can’t keep their hands off me.
