I met Danny the same way I meet most of the guys I date, at a bar.

Danny was this much older guy, 37 to my 22, and although he had a wife and kids and a house in the suburbs, he fashioned himself a hip “down with the kids” kind of guy. And the truth is, despite his big, burly exterior, workman’s hands, and old-world Italian sensibility, he got along pretty well with our younger, artsy crowd. He spent so much time in my neighborhood that he knew more about it than I did-what parties were going on, the hot new restaurants, where to meet all the cute waitress chicks. He was on top of it all.

So one night I was at this divey local bar getting trashed with some friends of mine. I got introduced to Danny briefly at the beginning of the night because one of my friends had invited him, but I didn’t pay too much attention. I was too engrossed in my own gossipy conversation, and Danny just didn’t seem like someone I’d have a lot in common with, so I pretty much ignored him. He was busy talking to someone and I was busy pounding down Heinekens like I’d never get any more after tonight. After I’d drunk about five beers, Danny decided he wanted to talk to me. Me! Why, I don’t know, but he sat down and we started shooting the shit.

Well, at first it didn’t go that well. He proceeded to tell me that I’m a “typical woman” because I’m a Democrat and voted for Hillary, then went through a litany of other “typical” beliefs, most of which I held. This got me pretty fired up, but somehow, instead of wanting to knock him over the head with my beer bottle, I found it endearing. I liked arguing with him, and enjoyed his comebacks more than I could ever have imagined. His way of thinking, his attitude, his strong accent, his macho manliness, all made him very different from the liberal types I usually hang around with. And as much as I love to read or hear someone saying something I agree with, I have even more fun debating with someone, especially if they’re up for it. It wasn’t his views I liked so much as the fact that he had them and felt strongly about them. Lots of people just drift through life without being able to take a stand, and I’m just the opposite, so when I meet someone who also has strong opinions, it’s a treat. So we sat there arguing passionately for three hours, during which time we lost our friends, who had to go home and go to sleep (what wimps!). I found that even though I still disagreed with him toward the end of our conversation, he wasn’t the big stupid guy I’d thought he was at first.

So I let him give me a ride home, and we made a detour to get something to eat. Against my better judgment, I found myself suddenly flirting with him, letting the alcoholic swirl overtake me as I leaned against him while we waited for our food. At that moment, I wanted to attack him right there in the restaurant, to run my hands up his chest and claw my way back down, but I settled for the next best thing by touching his knee under the table while I gobbled my sandwich. I didn’t care that he was married or that we were utterly incompatible or that after tonight I might never want to see him again; none of those things mattered, when my whole body was on fire waiting for him to touch me.

In the car, I made out with him in that sloppy, drunken way I tend to do, like I don’t have a care in the world and it doesn’t matter if I’m making a mistake because tomorrow it’ll be like this night never existed. It’ll go down in my memory as just another blaze of drunken, hedonistic glory, something I can feel proud of for being so brazen, but not something I’d do on a regular basis. I just let myself go and enjoyed the moment. He bit my tongue as soon as I stuck it in his mouth, and the unexpectedness of that action, and the way it felt kind of good even though it hurt, sent me over the edge. I guided his hand under my skirt and he stroked my cunt through the layers of my tights and panties as I squirmed against him in the car. If we’d been on a deserted street, I might’ve even fucked him, but I had the presence of mind to know that there was only so far we should go in his car.

I should’ve called it a night and chalked it up to a fun but silly escapade, but I made the mistake of giving him my phone number. It seemed like a fun game we were playing, and maybe I didn’t even need to be drunk to continue enjoying it. When he called a few days later, I agreed to meet up with him, even though I had some misgivings. I knew that if I wanted him to, he’d be in my bed in a heartbeat, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to continue flirting with him, to continue with the teasing we’d enjoyed the other night. I told him we could meet at my place, then go to a bar around the corner.

He calls from his cell phone to tell me he’s downstairs, and I buzz him in. As soon as he walks through the door, we start messing around. It feels good, but I’m a little nervous, not sure how he’ll take my ultimate refusal of his sexual services. I’m also nervous about my own desire; I have to force myself to say no to him, instead of that just coming naturally because I know he’s married. Maybe because it’s been so long since I’ve fucked a guy, any guy, since I’ve been so busy lately chasing after cute girls, this forbidden thrill seems tempting. And knowing that I’m tempting him in return makes it even hotter.

We stand in the doorway of my bedroom with my long skirt hiked up to my waist, him pressing against me. I wiggle my ass against his cock for a while, pressed between him and the door, his erection hard and eager. Then I drag him out to the living room, not sure I’ll be able to resist my own command to not let him any closer than that. We splay ourselves out on the couch, where he resumes his tongue-biting from the other day and I rub my cunt against his denim-covered dick. We make out for a few minutes as his hands fumble to undo my bra and get at my tits.

Then, all of a sudden, he says he needs to use the phone. “Who are you calling?” I ask. “My cousin. He’s waiting for me in the car.”

I just stare at him. “That’s so rude, to leave your cousin there waiting for you. What, you were gonna let him sit and wait for you while we fooled around?” I can’t believe that he would do that. I make him call his cousin’s cell phone and tell him to come upstairs.

When his cousin Steve enters the apartment and introduces himself, I notice that he has the same build and style as Danny. He walks in and checks out the meager surroundings, fixating on one of my porn videos. Its big shiny cover, filled with pictures of girls bending over and showing off their gorgeous asses, usually attracts attention. “Let’s watch this,” he says.

Figuring I’ll go with the mood, and since it’s one of my favorites, I put in the tape. I settle onto the couch with Danny, and Steve dims the lights before making himself comfortable in a chair. As soon as the video starts, they’re engrossed, their tongues practically hanging out and their dicks getting hard as they watch cute girls flirting and spreading their ass cheeks. With each juicy movement onscreen, they lean closer, as if they can enter the video if they just get in the right position in front of the TV.

Though I’m lying on top of Danny and can feel him playing with his dick underneath me, like the two of them, I’m engrossed in the movie. I’ve seen it before and enjoyed it, but it’s even more naughty to be watching it in the dark with two big horny cousins who seem like they’re about to come on my TV screen. Since they’re letting themselves go, I figure I will too. I suck in my breath and plunge my hand into my panties as one girl’s latex-covered fingers delve into another’s eager ass. As the girl getting fucked onscreen starts moaning louder and louder, all of our hands move faster against our own bodies.

Danny starts to lift my skirt and I let him, straddling him as we lay across the couch and he spanks me. He doesn’t know that this is a particular turn-on for me, it’s probably something he does with all his girls, but I don’t care. It’s just what I need to get me even more excited. His hands are big and strong and, without even trying, deliver hard, powerful smacks. My pussy is getting wetter and wetter with each one. His cousin’s eyes roam from the sex on the screen to the spanking right next to him. After a little more spanking, while I can only marvel at the heat generated by the spanks and the way they send tormenting shivers through my cunt, Danny returns to his own needs. I lay on the couch, gasping. I move over, away from Danny, pull my skirt down, and watch the movie, wanting to touch myself but holding off for a little while.

Danny and Steve already are, their pale white dicks hanging out of their jeans, hands squeezing and swaying them all around as they exclaim over the movie. “That girl is so fucking hot, I’d marry her.” “Look at that ass! Oh man, how delicious.” Danny tries to touch me and I push him away. “Why not?” he whines. “Those girls are getting fucked up the ass and doing all kinds of crazy things and I can’t even touch you?”

“No,” I reply, in my haughtiest voice, and push his hands firmly away.

Even though I’m lying here with two of the straightest guys I’ve ever met, there’s something decidedly queer about our arrangement. They are so horny, so overcome by their cocks that they’ll share them with each other to get to me, or to relieve their arousal. They don’t seem to see anything strange about seeing each other jerk off, about being so close to each other. Meanwhile, I’m still getting off on the onscreen antics, which now feature one girl lying down on a carpet getting fucked into oblivion by her boyfriend. That scene switches to other girls testing out a buttplug on a virgin user. The girls’ asses all seem so round and firm, and I envy the way they eagerly offer their butts to be fucked and filled; no girl has ever done that for me.

I look at Danny and Steve and smile. I love the power being a girl seems to give me in this situation. If I wanted to, I could get both of them to fuck me right now, their dicks mere inches away from each other as they slide up my slick pussy and into my ass, me smushed in between them. I’m sure the fact that this is very queer doesn’t even occur to them; they’re like guys in a circle jerk, so intent on coming that they don’t notice the homosexual undertones. I like playing with them, teasing them, making them want me and then pulling away. As obnoxious as that makes me sound, it’s true.

I almost let things get really wild, just for the hell of it, to see exactly what they can do, but I realize that I don’t have to fuck them to enjoy this. I lie back on the couch, avidly watching the movie, as Danny hovers below me, pulling down my panties and staring adoringly at my pussy. Steve joins him on the floor and they both eagerly stare at my nicely shaved cunt, abandoning the video. I let Danny take a few licks, enough to bring me almost to the point of coming, then I let my secret domme side out and kick his chest to push him away. He doesn’t mind, though; at this point any contact with my body is a treat for him. Steve looks so eager that I let him lick me too, and his tongue is big and rough and in a few seconds has me wiggling around and dripping my juices down his chin. He moves away and Danny, horny again, rubs his dick against me, begging me to let him enter me, but I refuse.

If he were someone else, someone I trusted or know just a bit better, I’d be sprawled across the bed screaming for him to fuck me as hard as he can, but for some reason I’m holding back. I enjoy teasing Danny, making him beg me just to touch me for a minute, fondling his dick but not letting him come. With them so close to me, I wish I could ask them to perform some very naughty tricks for me, but I know they wouldn’t go for it, even if I promised to fuck them all night.

Instead I lean back, close my eyes, and imagine Danny licking Steve’s asshole, Steve pushing back against his tongue and moaning eagerly, his own dick throbbing and hard. I picture Steve, with his big, powerful tongue, sucking Danny’s dick, his tongue moving up and down and making Danny spasm in seconds. My mouth opens and my breathing quickens as I picture this scenario. I work my fingertips against my clit, pushing and pulling and kneading it to give me the pressure I need. I squint my eyes open and notice Danny and Steve next to each other on the floor, their dicks in their hands, eyes on the screen, once again involved in their fantasy world. They have their fantasies, and I have mine, I think, as I feel a stream of hot liquid shoot out of me. I keep at my clit, waiting for more, this time opening my eyes to see one of the stars of the film screaming in ecstasy as one girl fucks her with a big pink vibrator while another works her well-lubricated fingers up her ass. Danny and Steve grunt, lost in their passion as first Steve, then Danny, come, shooting their victory onto the screen, their come dripping down and obscuring the movie. We never make it to the bar, but that’s okay. We’ve had more than enough fun for one night.