All I can think about is what Cassandra said about thedivorcee threesome rite of passage. Did I really miss out on that? If there were ever two guys who’d pique my interest, it’s these two. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.
They both keep massaging me as they talk to me in their sexy accents. Having four big hands on me isn’t so bad. In fact, it’s really nice. I’m having a hard time not imagining what four hands on the rest of my body would feel like.
Izzy turns from the man she’s talking to and sees what’s happening to me. She smiles. I look at her in nervous apprehension. She mouths, “Go for it.”
Anthony stares at me. I’m sure he can tell my breathing has picked up. He gives me a knowing smile. He licks his big lips and winks at me.
Fuck it. I’m going for it.
“Anthony, Tony, let’s get out of here.” They both smile.
I turn to Izzy. “Are you okay here alone?”
She smiles as she nods and waves her fingers at me. “Have fun. I know you will.”
We leave the bar. My anxiety level is rising. I’m not sure I can go through with this.
They each take a hand as we walk toward my building. They both kiss my neck and whisper sweet and dirty things in my ears the entire way there.
I’m getting a lot of looks for the open adoration they’re giving me. Anthony and Tony don’t seem to remotely care about the stares.
We walk into my building, and unfortunately Jerry is on duty. His eyes widen as he sees me with two men, neither of whom bothers to hide their intentions with me. They’re practically pawing at my body.
Sometimes it’s like living with my father, the gatekeeper, again. I immediately feel his judgmental stare.
“Good evening, Mrs. Knight. Would you like me to call your friends a cab?” Jerry isn’t known for being very subtle.
I bite my bottom lip. I need to own this.
I smile at him. “Not just yet, Jerry.” I throw a wink his way as we get into the elevator. I can’t help but giggle to myself knowing what Jerry must be thinking.
As soon as the elevator doors close, Tony starts kissing me. Anthony is behind me running his hands up and down my body while kissing my neck.
Holy shit. I can get onboard with this.
The elevator doors open. As soon as they realize we’re in my living room, Anthony unzips my dress. It falls to the floor.
They both circle me like I’m their prey, eye-fucking every inch of my body, as they trace it with their fingers. They move in unison, like they’ve been doing this for years. I’m sure they have.
Anthony licks his lips. “Bellissima, you have a beautiful body.” He starts kissing my neck.
Tony asks, “Where is your bedroom?”
I motion my head toward the bedroom.
Anthony picks me up and I straddle him. He kisses me as we make our way to my bedroom.
As we walk in, I see Tony’s shirt is already off. He has an amazing body. He looks a few years younger than Anthony.
Tony removes his pants. I see an impressive bulge in his boxer briefs. Thank God. I think I still have PTSD from the micro-penis incident. I have a brief moment of fear every time I’m intimate with a new man.
Anthony places my feet on the ground, but nudges me toward Tony. It’s Tony’s turn to kiss me as he removes my bra.
I look down to see Anthony, who managed to quickly remove his shirt and pants, pulling my panties down. He’s also thrown about ten condoms on the bed. I’m not sure what the hell we’re doing that we’ll need so many condoms. I try to push from my thoughts the fact that he had ten condoms in his pocket.
Tony pushes me down to the bed. They each climb up my body and take a nipple into their mouth. They’re like synchronized swimmers in their movements. I try not to think about just how many women they’ve had, and how many times they’ve probably done this. I’m letting myself have this experience once. I’ve earned it.
Anthony and Tony seem to silently communicate what will happen next. Anthony kisses his way down my body, while Tony momentarily remains at my breasts, sucking one and kneading the other between his rough fingertips.