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It took Muffy all of 5 seconds to make up her mind. "Yes, of course I'll come," she said.
"Great!" Ed's voice crackled with the static of the airphone. "We'll be on the ground in 15 minutes. Give us an hour to get to the hotel and get settled, then stop by at, oh... say 6:30, no that's 7:30 local, my watch is still on Chicago time."
"Okay, 7:30. Fine, see you then."
"'Bye now," he said, and then hung up.
Muffy hung up and suddenly found she had to sit down. Her legs were the slightest bit shaky. For months now, she had been having a curious affair with Ed, one in which they had never seen one another, or spoken, or even exchanged photos. Until the surprise call from mid-air, all their conversations had taken place on a computer bulletin board system - a BBS. Her whole world view of the man, outside of the image in her mind's eye, was limited to the glowing words and letters on her PC screen. But such words!
Via their modems, Muffy and Ed had fucked and sucked in nearly every position available, and through some pretty incredible scenarios. Several times she had "made love" to multiple partners via the "CHAT" option on the board, and Ed was just one of a long list of paramours who had tasted her not inconsiderable charms.
But not once had she ever acted out these fantasies in person, with a live partner, although several local board members had offered her their services. In fact, during her entire adult life, her only real partner had been her husband.
But Ed had encouraged her to explore her fantasies in real life, and had indicated he would be a more than willing participant in them. Muffy never considered it seriously, but she had never ruled it out, either.
And now, Ed was about to fly into Ohio on business, and there was every possibility he intended to make good on several promises. The only discordant note in this scenario, however, was that he was coming in with two business associates as well. His call was to invite her to dinner with all of them - hardly a conducive atmosphere for intimacy.
Nevertheless, Muffy had agreed, and decided to hedge her bets. Her outer clothes were perfectly normal - a knee length cotton skirt, pleated blouse and only medium heels on her shoes. But her panty hose were in fact stockings with a garter belt (a favorite item for Ed), her bra was her laciest and her panties were left in the drawer.
Luckily her husband was out on the road himself, and wouldn't be back until Tuesday. Feeling delightfully decadent, Muffy drove over to the hotel and sat down at the bar, as instructed, to wait for her dinner companions.
Halfway into her drink she heard someone say, "Muffy?"
Swinging around on the stool, she was confronted by the deepest steel-blue eyes she'd ever seen. They looked mildly inquisitive, and were accompanied by a mass of tousled sandy hair, a finely chiseled face and an enormous pair of shoulders. This tanned god filled her field of vision, he seemed larger than life. "Ed?" she gasped.
"Sorry, luv," the god answered, "Ed's the short fella over there. The nime's Mike."
Muffy was momentarily confused, she had forgotten that Ed had described himself as having black hair and brown eyes. She sat back and shifted her gaze where Mike indicated. Indeed, this guy matched Ed's description to a "T", 5'9", thick black hair, dark brown eyes, a mustache and that dark complexion. He looked Mediterranean, but she recalled he was half hispanic. He also had thin framed glasses, which he had never mentioned but which did not seem out of place - they framed his face nicely. But there was that slightly mischievous gleam to his dark eyes, just as she had known there would be. "Hi, doll," he grinned, "and this is Maureen."
The third member of this group was a smallish woman, perhaps 5' tall, with masses of red curls, a classic Irish face with a light spray of freckles across her nose, and what appeared to be a good figure, although because she was wearing a raincoat it was hard to tell. "Pleased to meet you," she said in the light, sweet voice.
Muffy shook hands all around, noting that each person's grip matched their personalities - Mike's massive, strong, reassuring; Ed's friendly, warm but with a suggestive squeeze to it; Maureen's petite, almost reserved, but still reassuringly firm.
The three had their coats on, but over a quick drink it was decided that they would simply eat at the hotel restaurant. All during dinner, Ed kept up a lively conversation, acting as moderator but not seeming obtrusive at bringing everyone into the discussion. He seemed to be as forthright and friendly as he was on the BBS. But Muffy's head was turned by Mike, a co-worker of Ed's who originally hailed from near Perth, Australia. Apparently, Mike had grown up on a cattle ranch there, and had played championship rugby for his school as well. He certainly looked the part, with his broad shoulders, barrel chest, trim waist and strong legs. He also had a great ass. And his accent drove her nuts.
Although she was ostensibly friends with Ed, and may actually be getting into bed with him later, she found herself wishing Ed was out of the picture, so that she could explore the wonderful world of Mike from Perth.
Ed was completely aware of his "date's" enfatuation with his partner, and found it extremely amusing. He knew that in a beauty contest, Mike would kick his ass every time, but it never fazed him. "Why worry about things you can't change," was one of his many creeds. It went along with "Play the hand you're dealt." But Ed had actually dealt this hand himself, and he had stacked the deck.
After an enjoyable dinner, the four returned to the lounge, where a dj had set up shop in a corner. After the first round of drinks, however, they quickly grew tired of the music. None of them were into the bubble gum pop stuff the skinny, balding man seemed to play constantly. "I think this guy was booked for the bar mitzvah next door," Ed joked.

"Mmmmph," the startled stud gasped into her pussy, setting off new waves of pleasure. At the same time, Mike, also startled by her move, sat back on his heels briefly. Muffy lifted her head up and caught a guick glimpse of Ed's eyes, watching her from above her pubic mound. They sparkled with pleasure and/or amusement. Then she turned her head quickly and plunged her mouth over Mike's massive tool.
"Mmmmm, looks like she turned the tables on us, mite."
"Mmm, pfff, mmm hmmph hfff," Ed answered with his lips around her clit, sending Muffy crashing into orgasm. After she had recovered (and freed Ed's trapped head) she swung around on her hand's and knees. She lifted her head from Mike's huge cock, grabbed his stiff member and began steadily jacking him off.
"I want this big fucker up my pussy," she declared.
"Ho- ho- hold on there, woman," Ed said as he lay down beside her, looking up into her eyes as he absentmindedly twiddled one of her nipples. "You are in no position to make demands here. We're in charge and you'll take what you get."
"Fine, whatever you say," she said, lowering her eyes in mock contridiction.



It was decided that they would adjourn to the suite the travelers had booked and make use of the bar there. If Muffy had been one on one with either guy, she would have jumped him the minute they got to the room. In fact, if she had been one on two with both of them, she still may have gone for it. But Maureen seemed to be a real drag on the party. Not that she wasn't extremely nice, and very pretty as well (with a huge set of breasts that had been hidden by the raincoat), but she seemed to be a constant guarantee that nothing sexual would take place.
The suite seemed to emphasize that point. Mike and Ed were sharing one bedroom, Maureen had the other. The common room had several comfortable couches and chairs, and a quick trip to the bathroom off the center room revealed a large jacuzzi. It's a shame they wouldn't get to use it.
There was only one hope that Muffy could see, and it was realized after several rounds of drinks. At that point, Maureen stood up and stretched (threatening to pop several buttons off her blouse) and declared she was going to bed. Muffy's heart leapt, perhaps this would turn out alright after all.
After Maureen had retired, Mike freshened everyone's drink. Ed swirled his drink, gazing reflectively at it and spoke, almost to himself, "You know, Mike, I think Muffy really likes you."
Muffy almost choked on her scotch.
"Really, mite?" Mike said, "wot mikes yer think that?"
"Well, I'm not too sure, but when she first laid eyes on you, I could swear her nipples were going to poke through that blouse."
Muffy blushed bright crimson from her throat to the roots of her long blonde hair.
"Well, it'd be a shime to ruin such a noice blouse as that." "That it would, my man," Ed said, "that it would. You know, if you asked her, I'd bet she'd sleep with you."
"Aw, I could never horn in our your play, pard. After all, if it weren't for you, I'd've never met 'er."
As a child, Muffy had hated being talked about right in front of her face. Many times her step-mother had complained to her father with her standing right there, and they acted as if she weren't even in the room.
She'd hated it then, but this was actually exciting. Two really great guys were politely arguing over which one was going to get to fuck her brains out. It was funny, 10 minutes ago she would have been rooting for Mike, but now as she listened to them both, she found them equally attractive. Maybe it was the scotch. Anyway, she couldn't stand the suspense any longer, and blurted out, "Why don't you both fuck me?" They both turned their heads, and looked at her, seemingly surprised that she actually could talk. She knew it was probably an act, but it was a damned effective one at that. She was ready to go!
"Both of us, hmmm," Mike mused.
"One after another....?" Ed asked.
"...or both of us together?" Mike finished.
"Fuck!" Muffy answered, "One at a time, all together or taking turns, I don't care." She stood up, swinging her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "Just get over here."
Both men stood up and were instantly at her side. Mike bent down and gave her a deep, soul-searching kiss. Ed slid one hand around her waist and hugged her hip, the other hand sliding down on her ass as he stuck a tongue in her ear.
Mike's hand ran down the front of her blouse, undoing buttons. He brushed her aching tits only lightly. When he got to the waistband of her skirt, he pulled the blouse up out of it.
Once the blouse was totally unbuttoned, Ed slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms. It dropped to the floor. Mike, meanwhile, continued kissing her while massaging her tits heavily with his huge hands. Ed undid the clasp of her bra, and it came off in Mike's hands. He pulled it free from Muffy's arms and returned to the chest massage.
Ed ran a hand up under her skirt, along the inside of one leg. When he got to the garter at the top of the stocking he murmured "I knew it," then continued up towards her pussy. Muffy could hear the sharp intake of his breath in surprise as his fingers contacted the fluffy curls of her pubic hair without encountering panties. In a second, however, she gasped sharply herself as his fingers slid into that tangled mound and caressed her labia.
She now had two hands on her tits, one one her ass and one teasing her pussy. Suddenly (but not surprisingly) her knees got weak. She felt the men gently lower her to the floor, then lay her back.
Mike dropped his lips from hers and fastened them around a nipple. Ed busied himself with the zipper and catch on her skirt, and she was soon naked except for her stockings and garter belt. Mike picked up his head, as finished pulling the skirt off her legs. Muffy felt like she was on display for these two studs as the knelt, one at her side, one at her feet, gazing down on hr naked loveliness. Then they began to take off their shirts.
Within seconds, both men were as naked as she. Mike was, as expected, well-endowed with what appeared to be 7 inches of steel hard manhood. Ed was of average size, but also rampant. Mike returned to suckling her breasts. Ed leaned down over her legs, which were slightly parted, and extended the tip of his tongue so that it lightly, almost imperceptibly, grazed the length of her pussy.
Muffy's response was immediate and electric. She shivered deliciously and thrust her hips off the deep carpet, trying to urge that tongue to do more.
Ed pulled his head back, however, and continued to tease her lightly and gently with his tongue. Every so often he would flatten it out and lick her hard, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. But then he would pull back and tease her some more.
Mike for his part was licking circles all around her nipples, teasing her as well but with more direct contact. He would suck one, then the other, then bite them gently, causing her to whimper and moan. The two men were not in sync, each was hyper-stimulating her at odd intervals, making it difficult to catch her breath. Finally, the teasing got to be too much for her. She settled her ass down on the carpet, making Ed have to move done to apply his tongue, then she flung up her stockinged legs and wrapped them around his head, pulling him into her sex nose first.