My husband John had asked me to raise the spirits of his brother Dave who had just gone through a nasty divorce. I had managed to cheer up his brother for a couple of hours on Friday evening, and again all Saturday morning from eight to twelve after which John returned from work, so by the afternoon both of us needed to recover. John took Dave to the pub while I made lunch. They brought back a 4-pint take-out, and after lunch we spent the afternoon relaxing in the garden. It was a lovely warm sunny day so John lent Dave a pair of his shorts, and I wore a stringy bikini. We’re not overlooked so once we had settled, with the lads side by side on their loungers getting through the take-out, and a bottle of pinot for me with my lounger positioned at their feet so that we could see each other as we talked. I said to them that I knew how to cheer Dave up a bit more, and took off my top. John laughed and said “They’d cheer up anyone. Why not take off the pants as well?” So I did. With the positioning of the loungers meaning that I was facing them both of them could look at my snatch, so while we were chatting I “absentmindedly” parted my legs then drew up my knees to ensure a good view. As the sun and the booze took effect conversation waned, and John dozed off. I got up and, still nude, picked up the glasses and took them into the kitchen to do the washing up. As I stood at the sink I could see John asleep, and watched Dave get up and come indoors. The next thing was a pair of hands coming around me from behind and each grasping a tit, and a stiff prick pushing into my behind. I needed no urging. I stepped back a bit and straddled my legs, pushed my bum out and lent forward with my head just high enough to watch out for movement in the garden. Dave’s cock slid straight in because I had been wet ever since the morning’s sex session, and still holding my now swinging tits he pumped his meat into me. Slowly at first, pushing right in, holding it there for a while then withdrawing until only the tip was engaged, and then repeating time after time. I could feel the difference in the action of his uncut cock compared to John’s which is circumcised with the skin tight as a drum when he has an erection. No talk, apart from the odd “lovely”, “you’ve got lovely tits / cunt / body” from him, “Oh yes, fuck me”, “Fill me up” from me, and groans from both of us, no finesse, just a good fuck. His hands kept playing with my tits, in turns gripping them, tweaking my nipples, or just holding the palms of his hands under them, letting my stiff nipples rub over them with movement of my mams. I do love that sensation! After a while his thrusts grew more urgent until he grabbed my tits hard, pushed in deeper than ever and held himself there, just using very short movements and then once again filled me with his spunk. I managed one orgasm just before he spent himself in me. He stayed in me until he softened, then said he’d better get back outside before John woke up. After using some kitchen towel to wipe himself dry he picked up his shorts, put them on and went back outside. I stood in front of the sink, not wishing to move, still savouring the tingling from our activity, with spunk trickling down my thigh. When I saw John moving I popped up to the loo, rinsed off and talc’d my fanny to cover the smell of sex, and slipped on a summer dress. We chatted for the rest of the afternoon. It was quite funny – I had nothing on but the thin cotton dress, slightly see-through, and whenever either of the lads was alone with me he would grope my tits and play with my pussy. I in turn would slip my hand into the shorts of whichever one it was, and we’d exchange tongues. That evening we three went out for a Chinese. When we went upstairs to get ready I went into the shower and John joined me. He had a raging hard on. Apparently the sight of me naked in front of his brother and then wearing just the thin dress had got him excited. He said as much, and said that he hoped that Dave wouldn’t wear his wrist out after all the cheering up I was doing. Then, under the running water, he shafted me up against the tiles. He was more passionate than he had been for quite a while, and I really enjoyed it, and was able to confirm that his cock, although almost the same size as Dave’s at seven inches and fairly meaty, felt different inside me – more like my vibrator in its lack of ‘give’. He came very quickly, before I’d had a chance to. His ejaculation seemed to go on for ages. He finished showering and when he had left I fingered myself to a quick orgasm before I emerged. After the restaurant we went to a pub, then on to a club where I danced with each of them but nothing could happen as it was too public. They managed to grope my tits - which were again bra-less - and bum. Dave had volunteered to drive so John had taken the chance to get tanked up. We poured him into the back of the car where he instantly started snoring. I sat in the front. Before I got in the car I removed my knickers, and as I had hoped Dave drove his automatic one-handed and fingered me to several orgasms all the way back home, while I undid his flies and wanked his cock. Once home we manhandled John to bed. Then it was into Dave’s bedroom for another session, but after the day’s activities it was a naked cuddle with Dave’s face buried in my tits, then a tit-fuck, then another soixante-neuf, this time with Dave on top. He worked his wonders on my still aroused clit and I came time after time. All the while I was wanking him, taking it in turns to suck his cock and then his balls right into my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum. I don’t like John cumming in my mouth, but I did not want to disappoint Dave – I was supposed to be cheering him up, after all – so I just intensified my sucking and wanking. I felt his prick go rigid and spasm, and the sperm hit the back of my throat. I found the taste bearable so I sucked him dry and swallowed it all. Luckily, after his activities since the previous evening there was not the flood that he had produced the first couple of times. We collapsed on our sides. I gave him a cuddle for ten minutes, then went to my own bed after cleaning my teeth and rinsing with mouth-wash. John was out for the count still (thank heaven), snoring away as he always does when drunk, So I took the chance of a rest and went to sleep, happy in the thought that John had a golf tournament the next day....