It was the first time we met but I felt like I knew him from the stories my husband shared with me. After a couple of cocktails and a lot of laughter,...I was drunk with giddiness (and alcohol), being the center of attention of two attractive men. My situation was the envy of every other woman in the bar. I smiled.The conversation became laced with innuendo and we leaned in to keep our risqué banter private. I was inches away from both men’s faces, so close that I could have easily kissed either. It was sure neat, the two ofus taking turns slobbering all over that hot prick of Steve's. Of course,Steve was grinning from ear to ear! Later, he tried to get both our cocksin his mouth at the same time. Well, he got the knobs in pretty good and wemanaged to be able to cum so close together that Steve was sucking down onelong stream of juice. It was dripping off his chin, too! The neat thingabout Steve was that you would never guess that he had a gay streak inhim. He was always very masculine. She must have been so happy to be having sex again that she was like a little girl playing with dolls. Just as she had done on the patio, she kissed it and hugged it to her cheek, and asked me, “Do you have a name for your penis Toby?”A name? I thought, who would give their pecker a name? “Nah,” I said feeling silly. “I just call it a pecker, or a cock or my peter.” But what did I know?She laughed while studying it and said, “I think we should give this big fella a name. Hmm, let’s call him .... I stuck out my tongue and felt the underside of both cocks as they moved across my lips.My lips parted and I sucked in the head of one cock. The other kept rubbing my lips and the other cock while fingers probed the cock head where it met my lips. I sucked like I was drinking from a straw, and tasted a little precum. His cock twitched as I sucked.Meanwhile, I could feel cocks rubbing on my nipples, my hips, my thighs, and my feet. I felt the cocks on my feet shift and slip between my first two.