Going for the hat trick

Nicoletta walked over the where Michael and Thomas were chatting. When she was an arms length away, she released a small stream of pheromones ahead of her. The moment the pheromones hit the two young men, Nicoletta walked between them and stumbled a bit.

Instinctively the groom and best man caught her, each of them reaching under one of her arms to help her back on her feet. “Are you okay, miss?” Michael asked in a smooth baritone.

“I’m fine…it’s just so warm and crowded in here. I feel a little faint…” With that, Nicoletta went a bit limp...causing her full breasts to rub against the two men’s chests as her nails scratched down their backs a bit. At the same time she let out another wave of pheromones – enough to arouse and enthrall them, but not dominate them…yet.

“Let’s get her someplace where she can lie down,” Thomas looked up at Michael.

Michael nodded. “They’ve got a small couch in one of the back rooms.”

Nicolette walked between the two men, being careful to not seem too steady on her feet. And to keep her thighs and breasts rubbing against them as she kneeded their backs. The moment the three of them were down the hall and away from the rest of the party, Nicolette slowly raised her pheromones to full power as she lightly caressed their minds with her thoughts. She found memories of a French exchange student that both men had drooled over during their sophomore year. A tall, statuesque girl, the exchange student often wore short skirts and tight blouses. In their aroused state it was easy for Nicoletta to replace the image of the girl with her own. One memory seemed to be particularly vivid – the two boys hiding under the stairs so they could look up the exchange student’s skirt one afternoon. Nicoletta modified the memory so it was her skirt they were looking up. Only in this memory she wasn’t wearing any panties. Suddenly both boys remembered Nicoletta flashing them and winking wickedly at their hiding place under the stairs. The moment they reached the door, Nicoletta stumbled a bit so that each man was treated to a full handful of her luscious breasts. The moment they touched her, she moaned softly. “Oh, it’s been so long. I’d forgotten how good your hands felt.”

Unconsciously, Michael and Thomas rolled Nicoletta’s firm, soft breast in their hands as Michael used his free hand to open the door. The room seemed a big bigger now, with a large padded daybed now replacing the couch that was there earlier. Next to the daybed was a small table with a pitcher of water and three glasses. As they guided her to the daybed, Nicoletta dug a bit further into their minds. She took snippets of make out sessions in parked cars, blowjobs under the bleachers, and secret sex sessions before parents came home from work. Within moments, Nicoletta replaced every girl that had ever rubbed, teased, sucked, fucked, cuddled, and slept with all throughout high school and college, at least in their memories. Nicoletta sat down in the middle of the daybed. “Could I have a glass of water, Thomas” Thomas quickly poured her a glass and handed it to her. She took a long sip, her “shaking hand” spilling some of the contents across her breasts and the front of her dress. Once she finished her drink, she handed the glass to Michael. He took it from her and sat it on the table.

She motioned for each of them to sit beside her, one on each side. Without thinking, they did so. Placing a hand on each of their thighs, she finished weaving her spell around them. “Ever since college, it’s been so lonely. No one could ever measure up to the two of you. You were both so kind, sharing me with each other. And you were such wonderful lovers…” she cooed as her hands slowly slid up to the fronts of their pants. “After we left school, no one else could satisfy me. And with all that we did, there was only one dream left unfulfilled for me.” She lightly raked her nails down the bulges in their pants.

Both men shuddered. “What’s that, Nicoletta?” Michael asked.

Nicoletta grinned as she leaned back, her dress falling down to her hips so her full breasts were free. Slowly she unzipped their pants as she purred, “I wanted both of my lovely boys at the same time.”