To the beach house

"I'd love to see your place," Robin re-tied her top and slowly got up.

The two yong men pushed their semi-hard cocks back into their Speedos, gathered up Robin's blanket and belongings and led her across the dunes toward a wooden A-frame built on stilts. As they walked, they exchanged names - the taller, blonde man was Rob - his partner, darker and stockier, was Paul. They were both lawyers specializing in hi-tech mergers. From the look of their beach house, they were doing more than very well.

The three climbed the stairs and crossed a wide deck, part of which was enclosed and held a large hot tub and lounge chairs. Entering the main room of the house, Robin quickly realized that the two men were more than legal partners; the huge room was richly appointed with leather and bronze. Erotic art, both painting and sculptures, revealed the mens' tastes - nude, athletic men alone and in groups. Nothing gaudy - everything very expensive.

Robin turned to the two men, pointing at a beautiful bronze sculpture of two aroused men, intertwined in a passionate embrace. "You boys sure you wanted me?"

"Oh," Rob laughed, "we like lots of variety. You looked like someone who would enjoy some fun and games."

Robin fixed her eyes on the two massive cocks barely contained by the Speedos. She untied her bra and then loosened the two ties on the sides of her thong. the flimsy swim suit dropped to the carpet. "So, let's play!"