Abbie gets both guys undressed

Abbie stood up, looking down at both men expectantly. Carter was the first to rise. He kept his eyes trained on Abbie, his gaze smoldering. He stood nearly a foot taller than she, so as he elevated from the couch, he grew almost intimidating in his stature. He wrapped one hand behind her neck, and pulled just enough for her to lose her balance a bit and have to step forward. She landed her palms against his chest, and keeping her focus up on his face, began to unbutton his shirt.

Carter intensified his grip on Abbie, drawing her closer to him. She fell against his body, momentarily ending her efforts to undo his shirt. Her chin was up, her neck strained. He lowered his head, and pressed his lips to her, kissing her aggressively, quickly, his tongue darting into her mouth. He moved his hands down her body, running them along the length of her back and to her ass, which he gripped hard, tightening his pull on her.

Instinctively, Abbie lifted one leg and wrapped it around Carter as they made out. Her hands flailed a bit, groping at his arms, his back, his ass, though his hold on her was tight enough that she didn't have much room to move. She enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed into his. He was tall, strong, fit, and she considered, for a moment, jumping up for him to hold her as they kissed.

Before that could happen, Abbie felt new contact behind her. It was Ben (she assumed) sandwiching her, his hands running up her legs and sides, reaching for her breasts. As he felt her up, Carter loosened his hold, giving Abbie some space to be shared between the men. Without breaking her kiss with Carter, Abbie stretched her right arm around to wrap it behind Ben, turning her upper body out as well, and in doing so, making her bare breasts available for Ben to touch and fondle.

She shifted to her right, quickly kissing Ben on the mouth as his hands worked around her body, but then turned her attention back to Carter. One-handed, she got another couple buttons open on his shirt, revealing a body that was more tan and more hairy than she had imagined. He was no less muscular and defined than she'd hoped, and she ran her palm over his chest, feeling his tight and strong build. Carter finished undoing the buttons of his shirt himself, and then used his left hand to hold Abbie's leg around him as they kept making out.

Behind her, Ben split his time between undoing the buttons of his own shirt and groping Abbie's ass. His fingers periodically drifted underneath her, and rubbed lightly against her pussy, each time eliciting a shudder or a whimper from her. Abbie slung one hand behind her, groping around blindly, until she made contact with Ben, her fingers first catching his belt buckle, and then moving down to touch his crotch.

Her hand rested on the front of his pants, and she felt his stiff cock through the material, remembering for a moment the feeling of touching him with her toes earlier. She stroked his shaft, and then slid her hand up over the top of his pants, and inside.

Abbie broke her kiss off with Carter and turned to face Ben, her right hand still inside the front of his pants. He pulled his shirt off as she turned to him, and she quickly put her free hand onto his chest and leaned toward him, planting her lips on his. Carter had been the instigator in the first kiss, but it was Abbie who pushed the agenda on this one. She thrust her tongue into Ben's mouth, tasting the faint remnants of both the champagne and her own pussy on his lips.

"Mm, delicious," mumbled Abbie, not fully separating her lips from Ben's.

She ran her hand over his pecs and down his front, delicately fingering the small wisp of blonde hair at the center of Ben's chest. He wasn't as tall as Carter, but he was a bit bulkier, which Abbie was delighted to discover. She brought her hands together at the top of his pants, nimbly flicking open his belt and then the button.

Carter had his hands on Abbie's hips, and when Abbie felt him behind her, she belt forward a bit, leaning more onto Ben, and thrusting her ass back against Carter. He moved his hands around the softer and plumper part of Abbie's butt, pinching her, and gripping her sides and pushing himself against her. He grinned at Abbie as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"You good?"

She nodded, and then shrugged. "But I could be better," she added, returning her attention to Ben. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. She casually brushed her hand against the front of his briefs, her fingers dancing against his stiff cock, bulging against the cotton. Letting her hand linger, she turned her body back toward Carter.

Grabbing him by the back of his head, she pulled him in for a quick and rough kiss, and then pushed back against his chest. She quickly moved her attention to his pants, first undoing the belt, then the clasp at the top. As with Ben a moment earlier, she anxiously shoved Carter's pants down past his knees, and ran her palm over the front of his silk boxers.

"Ooh, silk ... it's like you expected me." Abbie bit her lip as she fingers the edges of Carter's dick through the soft material.

She stood between the men, her right hand behind her, cupping Ben's cock through his briefs, her left hand toying with the front of Carter's boxers. Her fingers traced around the edges of both men's underwear, confidently tracing lines over what she found.

"You gentlemen ever do anything like this before? One girl to share between you?"

Ben laughed, and made quick eye contact with Carter. Carter was more self-conscious about Ben, and kept his attention focused on Abbie.

"Uh, no." Ben sighed. "Not like this."

"Have you?" asked Carter. "Have you done this with two guys?"

Abbie paused for suspense, turning her head back and forth between the two men. She blushed a little, and then nodded, knowingly. "Mm-hm. I have."

"And you're into it? I mean, tonight?" Ben asked. He could feel his heart pumping a little harder.

Inhaling slowly, and smiling at Ben with an air of experience. "I am."

In one smooth seemingly choreographed move, she slipped one hand into each man's underwear, her fingers tickling against their dicks. As she brushed against them, feeling them twitch with energy, feeling their cocks thickening, feeling their masculine heat underneath their clothes, she took another breath.

"Are you?"