The Pink Dress Surprise
It had been a long Saturday at the workshop, but the anticipation kept me glowing. I had spent the previous day picking out a specific outfit for my husband, Rodo: a tight, sleeveless pink dress that hugged every curve and hit just above the knee. When we spoke privately earlier that day, Rodo had been breathless, his hands roaming over my hips, whispering how much he wanted to see me in it. I had promised him a night he wouldn’t forget.
Once I got home, I meticulously prepared. I shaved every inch of my skin until it was silky smooth, then layered on black sheer stockings with a garter belt, a matching thong, and a lace bra. The pink dress slid on perfectly, accentuating my silhouette. I applied my makeup with care, feeling a thrill of excitement as I waited for the sound of the front door.
When the door finally opened, my heart leaped, but the surprise was not what I expected. Rodo didn’t enter alone; he was followed by two of his coworkers, Mario and Arturo. I froze, a shiver running down my spine. Rodo explained, sounding sheepish, that the men had overheard us talking at the shop. They had teased him relentlessly, demanding to be part of the evening or risk exposing their private conversations to the rest of the crew.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Mario and Arturo circled me, their eyes scanning the pink fabric and the curves beneath it with raw hunger. Though I was nervous, a forbidden spark of arousal ignited within me. The danger of the situation, the gaze of three men, made my breath quicken. When Arturo whispered a deal—their silence in exchange for pleasure—I found myself nodding, my voice trembling as I asked them to call me Isabel.
Mario was the first to move. As I knelt before him, the scent of his clean skin filled my senses. I slowly lowered his trousers, revealing his hardness. The moment my lips met his, I felt a surge of heat. While I focused on Mario, Arturo stepped behind me, his large hands gripping my buttocks and pressing himself firmly against my rear. The sensation of being sandwiched between them was overwhelming.
The pleasure escalated rapidly. I moved to the sofa, where Rodo watched with a mixture of pride and lust, masturbating as he cheered me on. Arturo took his turn, and as I took him deep into my throat, Mario prepared himself behind me. I gasped as Mario entered me, the initial stretch of his penetration blending pain with an intense, driving pleasure. I was trapped in a cycle of sensation, my mouth full and my body being claimed from behind.
The rhythm became frantic. I could hear the heavy breathing and the guttural moans of the men. I reached out to Rodo, stroking him as Mario pushed deeper and faster, driving me forward into Arturo. The world narrowed down to the feeling of skin on skin and the sound of our combined breaths. With one final, powerful surge, Mario cried out, his body shuddering as he reached his peak, leaving me breathless and completely spent in the arms of the three men.