Hi everybody. I last wrote on the 5th January about how my Xmas wasn't as bad as I had feared. Thank you for all the messages and good wishes for 2015. Young Andy and I returned from a short break in Barcelona nearly three weeks ago. This is an account of what happened this last Friday and what led up to it. Barcelona was wonderful if a bit Gaudi, sorry couldn't resist. We had a marvellous time exploring the city and its environs. In the evenings we dined out and at night we made love. In the afternoons we rested, that is went to bed and fucked a while. These were sessions where we enjoyed exploring each other and our pleasures. We tried things and discussed everything as the mood dictated. I was riding Young Andy's cock during one of these sessions. My elbows where by his head and his cock was inside me. I was rocking gently backwards and forwards so it slid in and out while we kissed and talked when he said “Ever fancied a threesome, Gwen?” After reading SH with Neville it was one of the things on my 'to do' list but I had never ever mentioned it to Neville. I pretended I hadn't heard. “Pardon” I tried but I'm certain Andy had felt my excited body respond to the idea. “You know. A threesome”, he played along, “you and two guys. You love to suck and you love to fuck. With two guys you could do both at the same time. Even suck or fuck two at the same time if you like.” he added building up the excitement that he knew I wouldn't be able to hide. “Mags loved it!” he finished. And that finished me! I came there and then and that was only the thought of it. Andy rolled me over and got between my legs. He slipped a couple of fingers into my cummy cunny then removed them. “One cock in here,” he said pushing his cock into me, “And one cock in here.” he said offering his cum covered fingers to my mouth which I opened. “I'll take that as a yes then.” he stated with a wicked gleam in his eye. I nodded eagerly, it's rude to talk with your mouth full after all. We had been home a couple of weeks. The threesome hadn't been mentioned by either of us. I was reluctant to raise it and it seemed as if Andy had forgotten all about it. Life went on as normal. That is we did things together although we didn't live in each others pockets. We usually breakfasted together, if you know what I mean? Each had clothes at the others house and a toothbrush in each bathroom. We slept in whichever bed was closest and I've no doubt at all that the neighbours knew we were sleeping together each night. I'm equally certain that John in the end house, was making copious notes on our every move but as Andy said 'Who's he gonna call, GhostBusters?”. So last Friday he said he would do dinner and would I like to pop over about five to help? We had spent the day doing our own things so it didn't sound too unusual until he said 'doesn't matter what you wear but bring some high heels'. He wouldn't elaborate and I was thinking about it the rest of the day. I presented myself at the appointed time freshly scrubbed and perfectly smooth. It was Friday and recent weekends had been very 'hectic' so I wanted to be perfect for him. For devilment I wore a floppy all encompassing dress and a warm coat with high heels. He took my coat, looked at my 'it doesn't matter what you wear' and laughed. 'Perfect!' he announced, which intrigued me even more. We went through to the lounge for a quick kiss and cuddle while exchanging news of our day He gave me a sort of squishy parcel. “You can wear this today,” he said, “let me help you out of your dress.” An offer I couldn't refuse. Y'know it's funny how long unzipping one zip and letting a dress fall to the floor can take, isn't it? Eventually he let me go and stood back to admire the results of his hard work to my great enjoyment. There is definitely more than a hint of exhibitionist in me. I undid the package. A very nice, red and black, under-bust corset with virgin white stockings. I loved it instantly. “You will have to help me into it.” I told him, “how did you know?” then I remembered our afternoon fuck sessions in Barcelona. I must have mentioned it then. What a lovely surprise! Well worth helping with dinner. Andy laced me into it. 'Not too tight to start with,' he said we can tighten it a little every half hour or so until it feels really nice. I felt delicious right away. The heels set everything off perfectly. I looked the epitome of a slut, a whore, a woman of ill repute and I felt great! I paraded about like a mannequin and felt Andy's eye following my every move. We worked together on dinner, every now and then tightening the laces a little more. By seven I was looking and feeling fantastic! At five past seven the door-bell chimed. “Get that for me, will you, please.” asked Andy matter of factly. I was thrilled and shocked at the same time. “Dressed like this?” I asked, almost pleadingly. Andy looked at me as if considering the problem. “Maybe slip the pinny off first?” he suggested. I opened the door in tight waspie under-bust corset, virgin white stockings, high heels and a big welcumming smile! “Hi! I'm Mike!” announced a tall 'older' gentleman with a neatly trimmed grey beard and a very friendly smile, “Andy misled me! He said you were beautiful. He was wrong! You are stunning!” he finished, stepping though the door, closing it and taking me in his arms. Before I knew it he was smothering me with kisses, one hand on my bare bum and the other exploring my naked breasts. I didn't even consider fighting him off ! “Why don't you two go into the lounge and introduce yourselves properly? Dinner will be another half hour” shouted Andy from the kitchen, “I'll join you in a minute or so.” I realised I had been set up and my pussy flooded immediately. When Andy joined us Mike had his trousers and pants around his ankles and I was introducing his cock to my mouth. It responded well. Mike had already unceremoniously introduced two of his fingers to my wet pussy and got them soaked for their trouble. Being a good slut I cleaned them up for him. After all, I reasoned, I had opened the door to a complete stranger while dressed in nothing that hid anything. It actually displayed everything quite well, I thought, so adopting a 'sorry I don't do impromptu sex with strangers' attitude wasn't really going to wash, was it? Dress like a slut so behave like a slut! My new motto! Your views? “I'll have a bit of that!” announced Andy when he walked into the room. I glanced over to him, not taking any attention from the cock in my mouth. He was naked from the waist down and sporting a very impressive stiffy. I shuffled round making room for him to stand beside Mike then took his bone in my hand. I'd given Neville, my late husband, lots of blow jobs over the years. We both loved it and I loved to swallow but I'd never had two to play with. Until that moment I'd never had two cocks let alone play with them. I was like a kid in a sweetshop, spoilt for choice. Suck one and stroke the other or stroke one and suck the other. Mouth full from both or a nice dripping facial. Both on my 'to do' list but I'm not sure if I mentioned them to Andy. I sucked and stroked then stroked and sucked. They moved position a little so that instead of having to move bodily from one to the other I could just turn my head. Much easier and if I decided on a facial then they could cover one side each. Neat! In the event it wasn't down to me. From up above I heard Andy say “You're our guest, Mike, you want first crack at her?” “That would be nice Andy. Should we ask her though?” “Nahh,” replied Andy, “look at her. Dressed like a slut and sucking two cocks like a whore on heat. She is going to be our slut all weekend to do with as we please, so what's to ask?” You might think that hearing myself being regarded as a piece of fuck meat to be used as and when over a weekend might have offended me a little. You'd be wrong! Had I been wearing panties they would have been sodden as it was my juices just flowed out of my cunt and covered my inner thighs. I sucked and stroked harder. “She says she's never had two guys before so we might have to help her, OK?” Andy said. “No problem. More fun for us. Get yourself down on the floor and let me get inside her, pdq.” replied Mike. Andy laid on the carpet and told me to kneel over him with my slut cunt over his mouth then get my greedy mouth round his cock. The dirty talk was turning me on even more, if that were possible. Andy had taken me doggy many times since Xmas Day and I knew the best position to get myself into. The best position to present myself to Mike was more difficult to determine. I needn't have bothered. Once my mouth was around Andy's cock and Mike was kneeling between my legs they arranged things to their liking. Andy lifted me from underneath adjusting the height and amount my legs were parted while Mike stroked his cock head ever nearer to my fuck hole. “How's that?” said Mike. “Perfect!” replied Andy and I in unison. We both laughed but I realised the question was not aimed at me when I felt Andy opening up my cunt with his fingers and Mike nudging inside. Oh My God! The man with only the second cock I had ever experienced in my life was opening up my pussy lips so that the man I had met less than ten minutes earlier, could push his rampant cock into my cunt and fuck me! How cool is that? I could feel my juices dripping and hoped they were dripping on Andy as my 'thank you' present. Once lined up to Andy's satisfaction Mike thrust hard and deep. No pussy-footing around! I was gonna get fucked! I moaned, groaned and came. Not necessarily in that order. Mike soon built up a nice rhythmic action and each thrust pushed my mouth down on Andy's cock. Could life get better for a repressed slut finally let off the leash? “Shall we just make her cum a little then she can have our spunk for dessert, she swallows I assume?” Mike suggested. Cum a little? I thought. I've already cum a lot! And I always swallow, it's a given. What cum sluts do. I said nothing. “Good idea!” Andy's voice agreed. I quickly discovered that life could get better, repressed slut or no. Andy's thumb settled on the nub of my erect clitty and started to move it round in circles, first one way then the other pushing it harder and harder against my pelvic bone. At about that point I am ashamed to say I kinda lost interest in Andy's cock. It was still deep in my mouth and Mike's thrusting ensured my mouth continued to move up and down its length but my mind wasn't focused on Andy at that time. It was focused totally on what was happening in the area of my slutty cunt. It was in ecstasy. With hard cock pounding into me and my clitty being mashed to pulp I was being both used and abused and pleasured. I was in slut heaven! Andy brought his other hand into play first stroking along the folds of my wet, swollen cunt lips then circling around the inner lips alongside Mike's cock, just opening me up a little more. Out of this world! When I had covered his fingers with nice slippery juices Andy's finger followed Mike's cock into my cunt to be quickly followed by another on the second thrust. I was being cock fucked and finger-fucked by two different men at the same time!! Fucking fantastic! Yes, I came. Did I really need to mention it? I was barely managing to support myself but still the wonderful, filthy, creative bastards hadn't finished with me. The two slippery fingers were replaced with an equally slippery thumb. A totally different shape, position and feeling inside me but totally wonderful all the same. Yes, in case you need to ask! The two slippery fingers moved up to my bum hole and teased around the edges before returning to my wet pussy for more lube. Such a glorious feeling, why had I never had it before? Why hadn't Neville touched me there? More to the point why hadn't Andy touched me there?? He'd had nearly a month!! The fingers continued to explore, probe and lubricate. The cock continued to fuck and I continued to cum and cum. A single finger teased its way inside. It felt naughty, heavenly. I tried to relax my sphincter. Difficult when you have a cock fucking you at the same time. The first finger teased me open and the second delivered the lube. Better and better! The thumb was removed! The fingers were removed then, with the next stroke of cock into my cunt the two fingers were also deep inside me. I started to shudder but they were removed. I groaned in frustration before feeling them back at my anus. Andy stopped mashing my clitty. Mike removed his cock. I was so close to the most massive orgasm I could ever remember and the bastards had stopped. It seemed like a lifetime before the thumb started on my clitty. I started to build rapidly again. The cock thrust in deep. I was very close. As the cock withdrew so two fat, slippery fingers invaded my bum just as the cock drove back inside! They left me curled up on the carpet in a foetal ball while they finished getting dinner sorted. I could hear their soft voices in the background as I lay quietly, my heart pounding and my lungs heaving. Le petit mort? Had I died and gone to heaven? What did I have for dessert? More to follow if you want it? Love Gwen xxx