Have you ever had two men inside your body at the same time? No? But I can tell you're wondering what it would be like, am I right? It's OK, I told you before you're a very beautiful woman and experimenting sexually is very healthy, and nothing you should be ashamed off.

 

I see our waiter approaching so I quickly take your hand, kiss the top of it, then place it under the table in your lap. As he begins our service I guide two of your fingers inside of your pussy, removing mine and allowing myself to linger and caress your hardening clit. When I do this you shoot me a horrified glance, but I stare back at you with a look that puts you in your place and you do not argue with me any more. Throughout our dinner I occasionally move my hand from the top of the table to your lap, between your legs, to make sure that your hand is still between your legs and your fingers are inside of you, as I want them to be. There are times where you look uncomfortable, having to eat and drink with only one hand, but you understand that this is what I wish you to do, and so you do it for me to please me.

 

Throughout our dinner you ply me with questions about the threesome I had with Eden: How long had I known Eden? What was it like sharing her with another man at the same time? How long had I known my friend? Had my friend known Eden before that night? What was it like to cum in front of another man? What happened afterward? Had I ever seen Eden again or had that fucked up our relationship? Or did I ever actually have a relationship with her to begin with?

 

Your questions go on and on and on, to the point where they become a bit tiresome, but I don't let you know how I feel and I do my best to answer them for you. I need for you to be curious about a threeway, I want you to wonder how Eden felt, wonder what it is like to have two men inside of you at the same time, curious to know how it feels to have two men cumming in you.

 

Our dinner is finished, our second bottle of wine is half empty, I've settled our bill for the evening and we are ready to leave. I hold your hand as you rise from the banquet, your hand that has been inside of your pussy the entire evening, and kiss your fingers, savoring the sweet flavor of your sex. You glance at the seat for your panties but I've already pocketed them, and that's when we both notice the darkened spot on the leather. My god Tessa, you really have been wet all evening! You give me that wonderfully horrified look again. In reply I peck you on the cheek, whisper in your ear how proud I am to be with such a sexual woman tonight, put my arm around your waist and walk you through the dining room and onto the street. As we pass through the bar I make eye contact with my friend, nod, and he discreetly settles his tab and follows us out.

 

This late in the evening it is much chillier than when we first entered the restaurant, so I flag down a cab, open the door and allow you to slide in first. You snuggle up against me for warmth and again I kiss you, telling you how beautiful you are to me, and I hold you like this as we travel a few blocks. Then I remove your black silk panties from my pocket and ever so casually ask you if you will let me blindfold you with them. Yes, Tessa, now, in the cab, I reply in answer to your question, asked with that delicious look of shock. Throughout the evening I have plied you with just the right combination of alcohol, smoke, good food, wine and erotic talk, so after glancing up into the rear view mirror to make sure that the cab driver is not watching us - he isn't - you tell me yes, it is OK to blindfold you with your panties. So I do.

 

Quietly I instruct the cab driver to drive in a circle around the block and to keep his eyes on the road and he understands from the tone of my voice and my demeanor that he will be paid well for following my direction. Then I slide down onto the floor of the backseat, move your skirt well up your thighs, and go down on you. Tessa, you do remember when you asked me if I enjoyed performing oral sex, don't you? And my answer was what? I said 'absolutely', that is correct. As I run my tongue along your moist slit and your hardened clit I spread you pussy with my fingers so that I can drive my tongue deeper still into your warmth. You begin to buck, lifting yourself from the seat, and the moaning sounds you make fill the compartment of the cab, until you climax for me. I seat myself next to you, leaving your skirt pulled to your waist and you are still breathing hard. I kiss your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on my lips, and stroke your hair.

 

As we turn the corner of the block and near the restaurant I lean forward and instruct the driver to pull over. The door on your side of the cab opens and a man slides in, so that you are between the two of us, and I instruct the cabbie to drive on. Since I have blind folded you with your black lace panties you have no way of knowing this Tessa, but the man sitting next to you in the cab is my friend. The same friend who months ago impregnated you after your one night stand, the night when your daughter and her friend watched from the upstairs landing, the same man who promised to call you again but never did, skilfully avoiding you ever since then, leaving you to deal with your personal problem on your own, the same friend of mine who told me in exquisite detail just how to manipulate you into the situation that you are in tonight.

 

You gasp and begin to struggle when you feel another male next to you.