I have an apology to make. I posted part 2 and a couple of days later a new batch was online but mine wasn't, so I posted again and now you have two, a BOGOF if you like. Sorry about that xxx They suggested that eating dinner while wearing my tight corset might not be a good idea and Mike disappeared upstairs. That in its self surprised me. I was more surprised when he returned with a suspender belt and stockings. I looked at Andy quite quizzically. “Oh, Mike dropped his bag of this morning while you were out.” That raised a whole new bag of questions which I left unasked. With one behind and one in front they unclipped the hooks on the front. I hadn't really registered that they were there, not having the pleasure of wearing a corset before. Fortunately Andy and Mike knew what to do. They were also dab hands at putting suspender belts and stockings on, me that is. Dinner was interesting in many ways. It started out quite demurely considering I was only wearing the afore mentioned items and Mike and Andy were now also naked. Conversation flowed easily between Mike and I as we probed a little into each others background. Polite conversation deteriorated surprisingly quickly. I think it was when Andy mentioned my 'to do' list that the discussion took a turn for the much more interesting. Mike simply said 'Intriguing, tell me more' and Andy started to tell him about our afternoon fuck sessions in Barcelona. He rattled off my 'list'. The list was longer than I remembered with items that were probably logical extensions of some that existed and some had never even crossed my mind, I promise. They sounded like fun and when Andy looked at me as if daring me to correct him, I stayed silent and blew him a kiss. After dinner we went into the lounge where they played with me. I mean that quite literally. They sat on the couch and I laid across them. They teased my body and played with my mind, painting delicious scenarios built around my 'to do' list. Sometimes going to great lengths with the detail and many of the subtle actions. I discovered that they both had filthy, creative minds and they applied them for my pleasure. At nine thirty Andy announced that it was time for a cup of coffee before bed. Mike went to make it and Andy disappeared upstairs returning with a flat, foil backed packet. He popped two blue, diamond shaped tablets onto the coffee table. 'I'm going to have a hard night tonight'! I thought looking at them and then directly into Andy's eyes. “The coffee makes them work faster.” he informed me. That night I discovered the joys of having two skilled and attentive lovers at the same time. My threesome cherry was well and truly taken and I finally let them go to sleep about one in the morning. I awoke about six spooned with Andy with his stiff cock nuzzling the crack in my bum while Mike stroked my pussy and nibbled me breasts. Is there a better way to meet the day? We made love for a while. That is they both fucked me and I sucked them, gently. Until we properly woke up, then they fucked me cunt and face. Filling me with spunk and covering me, face, tits and belly with the overflow. I thought we were there for the day but when we awoke ten Andy announced it was time to get up. A busy day ahead! If he had asked me I would have said that a busy day could be had by staying in bed. We got up and they showered me in the downstairs wet room. I'd wondered where the door at the side of the conservatory led to. 'We're going to London, dress in a manner suitable to a woman out on the town with her two lovers', I was told then sent home to prepare. They gave me an hour! I had discovered a lot about myself while in Barcelona with Andy. It probably won't surprise you that one important discovery was that I am a bit of an exhibitionist, when it's safe. I enjoyed men, and women looking at me. I quickly realised that Andy enjoyed me being looked at or even ogled, as he put it. London was 'safe', very little chance of seeing anybody that knew me so, what to wear? Well, had to wear a bra, no way could I survive a whole day without one. I'm pleased to say I'm not built to go braless. Fortunately Andy wasn't the only one in the street getting parcels this week and a trip to London might just be the right moment to try some of my recent purchases. With the underpinnings sorted that just left the top layer. I wanted to be accessible and easily available should they wish or have a suitable opportunity. A jumper was not a choice despite the cold. A zip up fleece with little underneath? Not sexy but easy to undo or remove. Then I had a brainwave, a little party number from way back. Would it fit? Right at the back of the spare wardrobe my little black number, every girl has one. Mine zipped right up, or down, the front! Neville loved me wearing it. There is a big gold ring on the zip pull and he used to hook his finger into it and just pull me towards him. If I got it right then the zip slipped down as he pulled. Perfect! Heels and a long, warm coat and I was ready. We had a light lunch before catching an afternoon matinee, a comedy. It was warn in the theatre so I left my coat in the cloakroom. Andy and Mike liked my little black number and the zip was soon readjusted to show even more boob than I had already exposed. The hem rode up nicely when I sat between them as well. We headed for Soho afterwards, exploring all the sex shops where I was brought some wonderful and surprising presents. We just wandered, my coat was undone all the time now and the dress zip was nearly down to my navel exposing my little shelf bra. The effect seemed to be quite popular, especially as I had a man on each arm which kept my coat open more than normal. Mike appeared to be headed somewhere, not just wandering but wandering with a purpose. We rounded a corner and were greeted by a shop window just full of mannequins in bustiers, corsets, waspies and the like. I stopped immediately. We all did! “I thought I'd forgotten where it was!” announced Mike, “c'mon, let's go in.” I didn't need to be dragged in, they looked beautiful. The shop assistant was beautiful and all smiles. “Can I help you?” “We're looking for something to make our girl look even more ravishing and fuckable than she already is, is that possible?” said Mike. She looked straight at me, then up and down and I'm sure taking in the fact that my zip was undone far more than might be considered decent. “It'll be a difficult job but we can try,” she replied. Bless her! She suggested that I went into the changing room so that she could measure me up. Andy led me in and Mike followed the assistant. Andy held his hand out for the tape measure. “You tell us what and how to measure and we shall do it,” he told her then added, “eventually.” The tape was passed over and they started to undress me while the shop assistant stood by and watched. The changing area was quite big, easily big enough for the four of us and some. Mirrors lined three walls and a curtain should have been pulled across the forth side. I was being slowly stripped in full view of anybody in the shop. I didn't mention it, just ticked another box. Even with the zip already half undone it took the boys, I use the term lightly, an age to fully expose my underwear and stockings to the growing audience. Not that I noticed them in the mirror at all, it's that it just seemed quite reasonable to check how I looked from all angles as I had the mirrors available. Not too dusty, I thought, given my age. Now, everybody knows full well that it is impracticable to be measured for any form of corset or supportive under garment when wearing a bra. Removing it proved to be a four handed job. With mirrors to my left, right and rear Mike stood behind me and 'struggled' with the fastening. Andy stood in front with hands carefully supporting the unit so that it didn't fall to the floor once released. The rear support went and my full breasts pressed the delicate material into the palms of Andy's hands while Mike slipped the straps from my shoulders. When I was all undone and totally dependent on Andy's hands to maintain my modesty he stepped backwards and sideways taking the flimsy wisp of material with him. “Ta dahhhh!” he exclaimed exposing my full breasts and organ stop nipples to my adoring audience. I felt it polite to curtsy once the applause had subsided. To be fair it isn't really necessary to remove knickers to measure up for a corset and I put up a good fight. Being gentlemen they let me win, and I removed them myself. Wellll, not exactly but I didn't want you to think that they were alone in wanting me to be naked with a growing audience. Andy and Mike each hooked a finger into opposite sides of my inadequate panties and looked at the audience. “Off! Off! Off!” came the cry and off they came. Slowly. My boys also ensured that I had to lift each foot much higher than necessary the unhook them from my heels. I was pleased I had had a careful shave earlier! The roar from the crowd was deafening. Kinda sorta, they did clap though except for a mousy sort of man. He looked very down at mouth, uncomfortable, 'didn't really want to be here' kind of look. I had the distinct impression he would feel uncomfortable in the clothing section of M&S. The lady beside him was entirely different. She looked like I felt, rude, naughty and up for just about anything. She was holding a couple of items of clothing(?) ready to try on and indicated that she would like a little room in the changing area. I beckoned her in but she asked about 'my boys' presence. I told her they wouldn't mind. She said something to the man who nodded, glumly. She joined us in the changing area just as the salesgirl offered Mike the tape measure. “I wonder,” said the woman, “if I might have a little assistance from one of your gentlemen?” she asked. I looked at my 'gentlemen' and replied, “Gentlemen they ain't, I'm delighted to say. They will expect to share the pleasure and I rather suspect that more than a little inappropriate touching might ensue.” “That would be very appropriate, thank you.” she responded. Andy volunteered to get the process started. I was measured while she was stripped with much applause from the audience. She curtsied very sweetly. While the salesgirl went to find items that might suit me Andy and Mike carefully helped the lady with her suspender belt, stockings, string and finally a quarter-cup bra. Her nice tits just rested on the top after being artfully positioned by both my boys. The mousy man didn't move or show any emotion throughout the entire performance. Odd? The boys started to hold the items that the salesgirl suggested up to me so they could get an idea of how they looked, some were fine but, in their view, others weren't skimpy enough. The other woman disappeared for a few moments and returned with a number of items that she thought might suit. We now had a few items to try. She helped the boys get them on me. A process I found most enjoyable. Business picked up in the shop also. We made our selections and it was unfortunately time to get dressed. The woman disappeared again, returning with a couple of items for herself. The boys strapped her in. The mousy man looked and nodded as each was paraded for his inspection. “Have you got a card?” asked the woman. I didn't have but quick as a flash both Mike and Andy produced one each and wrote on the back. I looked at them, turned them over, read my phone number and email. “That's not my email.” I told them. “She will have that email within twelve hours,” said Mike, “she will send you and email to verify.” As we lay in bed that night, resting after an hour or so of serious threesome fucking I said, “You didn't tell me you were brothers.” I'm sure there will be more to cum over the next few months. Love & Kisses Gwen.