Theresa's heart was pounding, God she was nervous. Could she do this? She worked up her courage in front of her mirror. She was a vision with her long red hair cascading down over her shoulder and ending at the top of her perfect heart shaped ass so that the ends feathered over the curve at the small of her back like some kind of an erotic curtain. She’d recently hit thirty-five, but she was damned if she would ever let herself go. She knew she could stand up to any of the young girls in town, and almost all of them couldn’t hold a candle to her. She believed her looks were stunning, and stunning beauty was never to go to waste. She knew if she wanted, she could have any man. Since she and her husband had an open arrangement, she got just as much cock nowadays as she ever did back in college.
She’d been shopping to treat herself and to feel sexy. Her husband had spent a week out of town on a business trip, and though she wasn’t necessarily going to wait for him before she wore it with a purpose, she wanted to see herself in it right away. She went to a few of her favorite lingerie stores, designed a perfect outfit, and fantasized about what she could do in it. Now, looking at herself in the mirror, she believed she looked sexy as hell. She wore red fishnet stockings that traveled up her very long legs and attached to a garter belt. Very small silky panties and a black vinyl corset made for a shocking contrast with her pale skin. The corset showed off her ample cleavage and the little cherry tattoo above her right breast.
She thought about the men downstairs. She had a small get together with three colleagues from her office. They were downstairs drinking beer and watching a game, and she had excused herself to go freshen up. It was a lie. She’d really just used that as an excuse to try on the new clothes. Looking at herself in the mirror, though, she found herself forming an entirely different plan for the evening, and she couldn’t help imagining taking on three men at once. She smiled and reached for her makeup.
As she put on light eye shadow and bright red lipstick, she sent a text to her husband telling him she was all set to take on three men at once. He texted back immediately that she needed to take pictures or something, and she laughed. She turned around and looked at her ass under the tight corset. Hell, I’d fuck me, she thought. She walked to her closet and slipped into a pair of red patent heels. She returned to the mirror and looked at herself again. Even better.
The men cheered at a play downstairs and she smiled. In a second I’ll give you boys a better game to think about. She could already feel warmth between her legs, and she smiled at herself. Well... now or never. She tied a robe around herself and made her way downstairs. Greg, Ryan, and Leon were chugging beer and cheering in front of the TV. Theresa took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
“You guys need fresh beers?”
“Nah,” Greg said, “We got ‘em on ice right here.”
“Chips maybe? Some snacks?”
“We’re good,” Leon said.
“Yeah,” Ryan chimed in. “Come enjoy the game.”
Their eyes never left the screen. She smiled and said, “Okay. In that case, I guess you guys can get right to fucking me.”
Greg turned his head first, and did a double take when she started stripping off her robe.
“What are you doing?” He sounded surprised, and she suppressed a giggle. Get right to fucking me a little too hard to understand?
“I told you boys I had a surprise tonight,” Theresa said coolly winking at Greg. The other two men turned their heads around as well. “Come on now. We don’t have all night. Come and get it, boys.”
“What about Robert?” asked Leon.
Teresa smiled. “He's been gone for an awfully long time,” she said, as she strutted into the room, leaning over in front of all three of them and intentionally showing off her cleavage as she grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She twisted off the top and tilted her head back to t