'Must be all that testosterone in the air', Ithought. I got the two guys their beers and a glass of white wine formyself.Bob motioned me to his side o... the settee. For some reason, he seemedless warm than usual. I presumed he was adopting a macho pose forKarl's benefit and I was happy to play along as a pliant pussy,snuggling up to him on the couch. Sure enough he quickly moved tocaress my stockinged thigh, knowing this always got me hot. Almostwithout thinking, I parted my legs, then suddenly. Tom was stroking his cock furiously as he put the tip of his cock on my gaping asshole.With one long grunt he began to squirt his spunk inside my spread asshole. I nodded to Neil to bring his cock to my smiling mouth.Toms spunk felt hotter and spicier than my husbands, as the lava like liquid poured inside my asshole. Neil’s cock slid into my slut hungry mouth just as Tom shook the final drop from his cock into my asshole.Neil was in mouth a matter of seconds when he tapped my head, indicating. Can I just insert here, that I am writing this in retrospect, and no longer believe that house work is just for women? Amongst other gender bias ideas? I really have changed, though I still lack the skills of some of my new friends. Before, I didn’t often go out to eat, and when I did looked for old-fashioned ‘British’ food. Meat pie. Roast meat. Stew. Steak-and-kidney pudding. Sausage and mash. Fish and chips.Do you know how hard it is to find that sort of meal these days? Not wanting to spend. I continue my single handed massage as I feel him starting to harden. Thinking about what is to come is causing a stir in my own loins. I caress his face and pull him towards me. I lean in for another kiss; his lips on mine feel so natural. I could really get used to kissing this fine specimen of a man.I gasp as he places his hand on my leg. He slowly runs it up my flesh; I shiver with desire knowing where his manly hand is going. Higher and higher his hand is moving while his tongue explores.