Marie Goes for 2

Since her divorce two years ago, Marie Townsend had found a new zest for life. For cock, also. Marie had bedded just about any male within spitting distance and, upon hearing news of a party, quickly invited herself. She had been wondering for some time what lay beneath the bulges in Lee and Osman’s trousers and, damn it, tonight she would find out.

She was wearing a lacy, black, French-cup bra that barely covered her 38D tits, and had made sure that the top of her nipples was visible. This was accompanied by a garter belt and black-seamed nylons. No panties. She slipped on a black leather skirt, then her see-through blouse, that only buttoned to the center line of her breasts.

She was a bit early arriving at the club that had been rented for this private party and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. She coyly did not turn when she felt someone slide onto the bar stool to her left.

"Hello, Marie, good you could make it." She turned to see Lee sitting beside her. He was a good looking black male, neatly dressed, and half her age.

After a few minutes of general discussion, Lee began to make his move. Marie felt him move his right leg against her left thigh. The combination of drink and loud rock music only helped things along.

Lee told her about the club, which belonged to his brother. His hand now softly caressed her thigh at the hem of her skirt which was hiked up nearly to her waist by now. Marie realized that, while she had enjoyed a healthy sex life since her divorce, that this was the first time she had ever been with a black man. She was very very aroused by the thought.

His right hand now slid from her thigh, then around her waist. He turned more toward her on his stool, his eyes engaging hers as they spoke. Now his left hand slid onto her left thigh, just where his right had previously been.

A movement next to her indicated another male had stepped up to the bar on her right side. "Say, Lee, who’s the pretty lady?” said Osman. "I’ve seen you around the office but we’ve never met.” Suddenly there were two pairs of hands on her.

"Hot body, honey. You are built really great." Lee whispered in her left ear, the back of his right hand fingers traveled the curves of her left breast as he spoke, pressing lightly against the pliant tit flesh.

"I'm glad you are enjoying my figure," Marie replied, as she became hotter from the attention of her male friends.

"Would you like to go somewhere a bit more private?" Lee asked, and his hand pressed her breast firmly as he spoke, intent on making a point of his sexual desires.

Across the bar Dani glared indignantly as Lee and Osman focused their attention on Marie. I’m half her age, thought Danielle, and my body is way tighter than hers.

And with that Dani joined Lee, Osman and Marie, her intentions clear. The green-eyed monster was in full gear.

“Well,” Dani said, “How about it guys, want to fuck me or her? Make your choice.”

Marie opened her blouse to show the two black studs her ample breasts. “Yes, make your choice, as if you can pass up a chance with a real woman, not some kid.”