So, she did. Sheila got up in just her tiny thong and walked over to his chair. Leaning forward so her ass was on display for Alexander, she put on a show.
Sheila and Derek exchanged a sultry kiss while she wiggled and writhed for Alexander. Derek fondled her breasts while they kissed. It turned her on even more that she was mostly nakedwhile she kissed one almost nude man and was ogled by another. She hoped both men would be as excited by her idea as she was.
As she finished, she rubbed her hand over Derek’s straining erection and squeezed. He hissed and pulled sharply on her nipples, which turned her on even more. Then she stood up and whirled around to face Alexander. Without a bra, her heavy breasts swung and jiggled, which he clearly appreciated.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
She prowled to his chair. His erection tented his briefs, and she made a swift change in her plans. Instead of kissing him bent over like with Derek, she straddled his lap but kept both feet on the ground.
Sheila lowered herself partially down without letting herself completely settle on his lap. They both groaned as her wet heat rubbed against his throbbing cock, and then she grazed her tits against his bare chest. She hopped up again.
“Oops. This is supposed to be a kiss.” She smirked and thrust her tongue in his mouth.
Their tongues dueled, and his hands caressed her breasts and played with her nipples. As the kiss grew hotter, Sheila gentled it and tore herself away.
When she returned to her chair, she preened at their expressions.
“Whew,” she said. “That’s thirsty work!”
She picked up her glass of water and quaffed half of it.
Alexander and Derek burst into laughter, and Derek drank some of his water, too.
Derek’s next question gave her ideas. “Have you ever used handcuffs or any kind of restraints?”
Alexander drank, but neither of the other two did. Sheila hoped she and Derek would have the chance to change that together.
Now it was Alexander’s turn again. It was impossible to concentrate, she was so excited about her next question, and she had to ask him to repeat himself.
“Have you ever masturbated in front of someone else?”
Sheila pinked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Earlier tonight.”
She drank. So did both men.
Now’s the time. Be brave.
“Have you ever made out with more than one person at the same time?” she asked.
Nervously, she looked from one to the other. Neither took a drink, but their gazes set her skin on fire. The question in their eyes was clear.
“Part two of my question: would you like to?”
“What are you asking?” Derek growled. “What do you want to do?”
Her skin prickled at the sexy timbre of his voice, and she fought for courage. She wanted this. Badly.
“I want to know if you’d like to move this party to the couch. I’m not talking about a threesome,”—she blushed just saying the word—“but I would very much like to play. Does that… is that okay?”
Both men stood so quickly their chairs rocked.
Derek led her to the living room while Alexander moved the coffee table out of the way. The three of them squeezed onto the couch, Sheila sandwiched between them. Suddenly shy, she didn’t know what to say or do.
“I’m not sure how to start,” she confessed.
