Sex by committee!

Sophie rang the doorbell and took a step back to wait for Pete to answer. Pete was the coach at her tennis club and they had agreed to hold a meeting at his house to discuss fund raising for the club. He opened the door and showed her in. As usual he was wearing baggy shorts and t-shirt, but even so he was clearly a fit lean man. She put such thoughts to the back of her mind – she was a respectable married woman after all.

Pete showed her through to the dining room and introduced her to Carl, another volunteer fundraiser. She did vaguely recognise him from the club but had never talked to him before. Like Pete he was lean and fit looking with close cropped hair. She felt relief that there was somebody else there. Now she should be able to concentrate properly on the issue they were there to discuss.

Once they all had a coffee in front of them the meeting got underway, and before long they had a fairly detailed plan of action. By way of celebrating their success in putting together the fund raising plan so quickly and efficiently Pete suggested a quick glass of wine. Sophie accepted “Just the one”, and they got onto more general chat about the tennis club. Or more precisely they started gossiping about other members.

She couldn’t believe how much they seemed to know about everybody there. The news that she was the only straight member of her regular doubles foursome came as something of a shock. Perhaps she had been naive not have noticed any signals, but it would certainly give her something to think about next time they were all in the showers together.

After this revelation (and a couple more glasses of wine) she felt emboldened enough to ask whether any of the men were bisexual as well. Pete and Carl exchanged a look and asked why she wanted to know. She said she was just curious.
“Would you like to watch them?” asked Pete with a mischievous grin.
Sophie blushed “I’ve never really thought about it. I guess it would be different”
“Would you just like to watch, or join in?”
“Either. Neither. I don’t know” she was feeling very flustered, but also strangely excited at the thought.
“Only one way to find out then” said Pete, with a wink, and he and Carl both stood up and moved away from the table.

Sophie watched in an almost trance like state as they took it in turns to pull each others’ tops off over their heads. They were both slim, although Pete was more tanned and muscular. She gasped as she watched Carl run his tongue down over Pete’s chest and abs, until he was kneeling in front of him with his head level with the bulge in his shorts. The bulge didn’t stay in the shorts long, as Carl put his fingers inside the waistband and pulled them down over Pete’s hips. She watched transfixed as Carl ran his fingers along the length of Pete’s hard cock before guiding the tip into his open mouth. Slowly moving his head forward he took most of Pete’s length before pulling slowly back again. He repeated this long slow rhythm as his hands grasped Pete’s firm butt to hold him steady.

Sophie hadn’t even realised that her hand had strayed down to her thighs and was easing her short skirt up over them, exposing her panties to sight and to her wandering fingers. Almost subconsciously she felt her wetness as she gently stroked herself, without ever taking her eyes off the show in front of her. Carl looked up without stopping his sucking and raised his eyebrows as an invitation to join him. She needed no second invitation and was soon on her knees beside him watching at close quarters.

He removed Pete’s cock from his mouth and holding the base offered it up to her lips. She accepted the offer and kissed the tip of his helmet, teasing it with her tongue. Carl joined her and she felt his tongue rubbing against hers as they both licked the tip of Pete’s cock. His breathing was becoming louder and faster as he grabbed both of them by the hair to steady himself and hold their heads in position next to his cock.

Just as Sophie thought Pete was going to come, he pulled away, reaching down to help Carl to his feet. He then reached down to undo Carl’s jeans and push them down along with his boxers. Carl’s cock sprang to immediate attention, and Sophie helped him to step out of his bottoms as she now took his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t been with anyone but her husband in years and now she had sucked two guys in the space of as many minutes. As this thought went through her mind she also realised that she was still fully dressed with two naked men standing next to her.

She didn’t stay fully clothed for long as they both reached down to pull her top off over her head. As she stood up she turned to kiss Pete, feeling Carl’s hands undoing her bra from behind. As it fell to the floor he slid his hands round to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She continued to kiss Pete while her hand was slowly wanking him. Reaching round behind with her other hand she grabbed Carl’s hard cock and started to work her fingers up and down his shaft as well.

Slowly Carl stepped backwards, gently but firmly pulling her with him. She in turn pulled Pete along in her wake. After a few steps Carl reached the chair in the corner of the room and sat down. Reaching up between her legs he pulled her panties to one side and eased her down so that as she sat, she felt his cock slip easily into her soaking wet pussy.

Momentarily she felt a pang of unease as she realised what she was doing. This soon subsided as the pleasure coursed through her body as she rode Carl, and watched as he once more took Pete in his mouth. This time it wasn’t long before Pete lost all control, and his hips bucked as he started to come. The first jets went into Carl’s mouth, with the rest landing on her face and tits.

The sight was too much for her, and she felt herself building to a massive climax. As she orgasmed her pussy walls tightened on Carl’s cock, and he started to thrust harder and harder into her. She forced herself off him, turning round to bend her head and suck him to completion. It was as she felt the last drops of cum shoot into her mouth that her legs gave way under her.

Almost immediately the action stopped she started thinking about what had just happened. It was so wrong, and must never happen again.
“Same time next week for follow up meeting?”
“Sure”

Next week would just be business though...