All Hands on Deck
written by:
Joyce

My name's Sharon. My boss sent me to Milwaukee to meet with some clients. Well, three people from one company that was our client. He told me on Thursday that I'd be taking an early-morning flight on Monday and coming back Thursday. No biggie, I've dealt with this client and others like them before. On Friday, my boyfriend Bill broke up with me. It sounds silly to use the word "boyfriend," since I just turned 40, but "lover" sounds too dramatic.

Toward the end of the day on Wednesday, I asked the three people what were the best clubs in Milwaukee. Marcia admitted she'd been out of the social life for so long that she didn't know any more. Tom, a guy in his forties, did his best impression of Stefon from Saturday Night Live and had a joke name that sounded almost believable. Eric, who was only 35 but had grey hair, told me about Erie Fitzgerald, a club that had a Titanic motif but was named as a barely copyright-friendly reference to a ship that people not old enough for Medicare know only for the Gordon Lightfoot song. As I was saying my goodbyes, he handed me a matchbook from there.

Bill and I were approaching the anniversary of his first date. I had planned on buying him the complete series of a show that he loves, but that money was freed up in my budget. On the way back to my hotel, I stopped at a clothing store to look for something to wear to a club. I had to pass through the misses' department to get to my size. (I'm not thin enough to model but not big enough to be considered plus size.) There was a pinafore dress that gave me an idea. If the club was supposed to be like a cruise ship, I should dress appropriately. I picked up a captain's hat from the men's department and drove back to an "adult toy" store I'd passed. I bought the "sexy stewardess" costume, because, with the hat, I looked like a sexy cruise director. I've managed to keep my nice ass and narrow waist. You wouldn't mistake my tits for a twenty-year-old's, but they're firm and on the large side. I went back to the hotel, changed into my outfit and called a cab to take me to the club.

My figure and my costume attracted plenty of attention. At one point I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I shook my ass to the beat for his benefit and whoever happened to be watching. When I turned around, it was Eric. "Did you follow me here?" I asked.

"Did I get in my car and copy each move you made? No, but I gave you the matchbook in hopes I'd see you here. Is that a problem?"

"Hell, no! I just broke up with a guy last week. You look kind of like him," I told him.

"Sorry to hear that," Eric said.

"Don't be," I told him. "He's a jerk, but I miss him in other ways."

"Like what?"

"You both have these captivating green eyes. You're not as tall as him, but you're tall enough that I have to look up to gaze into them just like I did with him." I pulled him toward me. "Your butt feels like his too." It was true, both the contours and the firmness.

Eric put his hands on my back, just under my shoulder blades, and we moved to the music. I pressed my chest into his. He leaned down to kiss me, and when he did, his hands moved down to my lower back. "Does this feel good?" he asked.

I moved his hands down to my ass and said, "This feels even better." We danced for a few minutes and then I told him, "I could use a drink."

"I'll go get 'em," Eric insisted. "What'll you have?"

"I haven't had a margarita in ages," I told him.

Eric was barely out of sight when a familiar voice called out, "Sharon?" I looked to my left.

"Trevor?"

"Yeah!"

"What happened? You told me you got relocated to Indianapolis." Trevor and I had dated a few times before he moved. We'd had a 69 once, but we never got around to fucking.

"I did. We're recruiting at a college for the next couple days. I'm the low man on the totem pole, so they sent me. Now I'm glad!"

At that moment, Eric came back with our drinks. It wasn't exactly awkward, but I had two guys who both looked like they'd make me forget about Bill for a while, and I didn't want to spoil things for either one of them. I introduced them with only the barest of details. I waited for Trevor to ask me to dance, and then I made sure Eric was with okay with it. He was. He even seemed to like it when I had my back to Trevor and ground into him, no doubt because my outfit gave him a nice view of my cleavage. For the next hour, Eric and Trevor competed to see who could act convincingly like he didn't mind the other one getting my attention. I, of course, played them like a child with divorced parents on her birthday.

I reached the point where I felt like one more drink would make either guy technically a criminal. I sat them both down. "I'll be blunt. I'm looking to get laid tonight. Who wants to take me to my hotel room?"

They both stood up, and each of them reached for one of my hands. Trevor said, "Looks like you have to choose!"

Eric looked at me and said, "I promise, no matter what you decide, I won't tell anyone at the office. Mine or yours."

I'm not sure if I was actually annoyed or just pretending. "You two are disgusting. Won't either one of you come out and say you want to fuck me?"

They both nodded their heads, but it took a few seconds before either of them committed, and then they both did. Eric asked, "Do you want me to join you?" just as Trevor said, "Yes. Do you want to fuck?"

"Yes," I said.

Trevor asked, "Who are you answering?"

I was emboldened. "Both of you."

They looked at each other, turned back to me and said, "Okay!" Trevor had taken a cab, so Eric drove all of us to my hotel.

As soon as the door was closed, Eric took my captain's hat off and kissed me. At the same time, Trevor stood behind me and unzipped my dress. Once he was done, Eric lifted the shoulder straps and moved them down to my arms. Trevor pulled them the rest of the way down, and I wriggled the rest of the way out. Trevor seemed disappointed that I still had underwear on, while Eric was happy that I wasn't wearing a bra. As I said, my tits are still firm. Eric bent down and started licking my nipples. Trevor was still behind me, so he put his arms around me and started rubbing my inner thighs. I ignored Eric's tongue just long enough to move Trevor's right hand up to my crotch. He palmed my pussy while he caressed my leg from the lowest part of the calf to the part of my butt that was exposed. He switched hands and gave my left leg the same treatment. I could see a bulge forming in Eric's pants. "Get in front of me," I said. Trevor moved in front, and Eric had to move to the side. I undid Eric's belt and his fly and pulled his pants down to his shoes. Trevor did the same to himself. I reached through the fly in Trevor's underwear and pulled his cock out. The purplish head and the veins were just the way I remembered them. Eric pushed his underwear down so his cock was pointing straight out. With my right hand on Trevor's dick, I put my left hand around Eric's and started stroking them both. Once they were hard enough, I leaned forward and licked Eric's dick head. I moved to the right and took Trevor's whole head into my mouth. Back to the left, I lifted Eric's cock and took each of his balls into my mouth. I did the same to Trevor, but this time I took his dick in until my chin was almost touching his balls. I turned back to Eric and took his cock in my mouth, slowly, bobbing up and down a couple times. When I turned back to Trevor, he'd taken off everything but his shirt. I took his cock in my mouth and Eric's in my hand. I moved in until I was deep-throating Trevor and started stroking Eric. Eric was ready to come before Trevor was. I stopped sucking Trevor and made sure Eric's dick was pointed at my face. His cum sprayed on my nose, lips and chin.

"What about me?" Trevor asked. It was the closest either man had come to sounding like a complaint.

I hopped onto my bed on my back. "Come and get it," I answered. I kicked my shoes off, and Trevor pulled off my underwear. He knelt between my legs and dove into my pussy. As talented as he was the one previous time he'd eaten me, he'd gotten even more skilled in the mean time. I looked over at Eric, who was watching and stroking himself. "Where do you wanna put that?" I asked him.

"Well, my first choice is busy right now, but I've got a pretty good second choice."

"Yeah?"

"Is there room for me to get between your tits?"

I looked down at Trevor, and he gave a thumbs-up. "We'll just have to scoot back," Trevor said. He got up and gently pulled on my ankles until my legs were over the edge of the bed. Eric straddled my chest. I separated my tits and he put his dick in the middle. I pushed my tits back together and he started moving back and forth as if they were my pussy. Once we got into a rhythm, I felt my pussy lips being separated, and Trevor resumed demonstrating his pussy-eating finesse. He licked folds that I hadn't even discovered before, and his tongue felt almost like velvet.

When his moustache grazed my clit, I shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was talking to Trevor, but Eric took it as a cue to fuck my tits even harder, which was great because his cock head kind of looked like Bill's. I put my hands on his butt and watched him piston back and forth. He came just as I felt Trevor's cock at the opening to my cunt. "Hold on a second," I told Trevor. "I want both of you to fuck me." Since neither of them reacted, I clarified. "At the same time."

"Well, I'm already here," Trevor said. "How do you wanna do this?"

Eric had moved to the side after he came. I looked at both their dicks. I told Trevor, "Come over here. Your cock looks more fun to ride." As he was getting on his back, I told Eric, "Yours is better to look at." Trevor had his legs over the edge, just as I had before. I sat over his cock and moved down until it was all the way inside my cunt. I motioned to Eric, and he knelt down so that he could enter me through the opening that Trevor had created in front of him. I didn't tell Eric that the real reason for this arrangement is that I wanted to look into his green eyes and imagine I was still making love to Bill. Once they were both in, they both started thrusting, and all I had to do was hold onto Eric's arms to balance myself. They developed a rhythm that would make the best rock bands envious. At any given moment, one dick was stretching my walls on the way up, and the other was stretching my pussy lips on the way back. For the next ten minutes, all I could say was a mix of, "Oh, shit," "Oh, fuck," and, "Fuck, yeah!"

It didn't end until Eric announced that he was coming. As soon as I felt him tense up, I started to shiver, and that apparently set Trevor off. Once, in my twenties, I'd had two dates on a Saturday and fucked both guys, but I'd never had cum shooting into my cunt from two cocks at the same time! I'd started my physical orgasm when Eric came, but when I thought about the two guys' semen mixing together inside me, I felt like I'd literally entered a new plane of existence.

After we'd all come down, I extricated myself from both guys. Trevor was the first to break the silence. "When you told me to get on my back, I thought you were going to have me fuck your ass."

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Sure!" he answered.

Trevor hadn't even gotten up when I looked at Eric. "How 'bout you?"

"I wouldn't turn you down!" he said.

Just like when we came in the door, I was staring at two dicks. I held them together and stroked them both. I had a devilish idea. "Tell you what," I said. "Whoever sucks the other guy's dick can fuck my ass too." They both stepped back, but Trevor also stepped away from Eric. I turned around and shook my ass at them. "Oh, come on, guys." I didn't hear a response. I raised my ass so they could both see their cum dripping from my well-oiled pussy. "No one wants this?"

When I turned around, Eric was on his knees, trying to grasp Trevor's dick, but Trevor balked. He walked over to where he'd undressed and put his underwear back on. "This is too much," he said.

"At least leave me your number," I pleaded. There was some hotel stationery out in the open, and he hastily wrote something down. He got dressed and left without saying anything else.

"Does this mean I win by default?" Eric asked.

I didn't even get back on the bed. "Of course," I answered. I held my ass up in the air the same way I had before. He moved in slowly at first, but once he realized that all of our cum had me plenty loose, he got the rest of the way in with ease.

"You've got such a hot ass," Eric said. "I've been thinking about it since Monday." He reached down and put his arms around my waist. Once he was securely inside me and fucking me steadily, he pulled me up so we were both upright. He rubbed my tits with his right hand and pistoned my pussy with the fingers of his left hand. "This, too," he said.

Between all the attention he was giving me and one new spot that he rubbed inside my pussy, I blurted out, "Make love to me!" I was able to keep myself from calling him Bill.

"Whatever you want, Baby," he said. He held me closer. He fucked me a little more slowly, and instead of pistoning his fingers, he caressed the folds. He let go of my boobs and palmed my thighs again. "Does that feel loving enough?"

"Not quite," I said. I turned back and kissed him on the lips. When I turned my head back, he nuzzled my neck. "Oh, God, yes," I moaned. "I think I'm in love."

"Me too," he said. He moved his hand over my clit and rubbed it gently.

"Oh, shit!" I moaned. I don't know if he was reacting to me, but I felt him tense up, and soon my ass was filled with his love juices.

Once he pulled out, I turned around and kissed him again, this time opening my mouth. "We should really wash off," he said with a smile. As soon as we were in the shower, I got on my knees and sucked him. I'd had him in my mouth earlier, but I'd stopped before he could come. This time I made sure to swallow. We kissed afterward, making sure we could both taste the mix of our love juices. Without even breaking the kiss, he was able to get his dick back into my pussy.

I asked, "Are you strong enough--" Before I could finish, he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me. "I've always wanted a guy who's strong enough to pin me to the wall," I told him. He held me close but left breathing room. "Perfect," I said. "Strong enough to pin me, but gentle enough not to crush me." His chest against mine felt so sensual I thought I might orgasm again before he did. This time when he came inside me, he felt like a lover instead of a stranger. A sexy stranger. Part of me wanted to blurt out, "I love you," but I was able to stop myself and just say, "I love your green eyes." I didn't want to have to rebound from my rebound. At least I managed not to say the next thing that came to my mind, which was wondering what color eyes my kids would have with him.

When we got out, we shared a large towel to dry off. Moving our hips together made us both want to fuck again, but by now I was worn out. He understood and went home after we exchanged phone numbers.

I told my boss that I want to be included on any future trips to Milwaukee. He said there's one next month with a different client. This time I'll pack some sexy clothes to go with my business attire. I texted Eric to let him know. I included a nude selfie, explaining, "Thanks for making me feel confident enough to do this."