Two in the absence of one

1.

The doorbell rang exactly at eight in the evening. Angela glanced at herself in the hallway mirror: a short lilac dress made of soft knit clung tightly to her figure, emphasizing her full breasts, slender waist, and rounded hips. The neckline was modest, without a deep décolletage, but the fabric hugged her body so closely that it hid little. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, revealing shapely legs in black fishnet stockings. Under the dress, she wore only thin thong panties, not even a bra. She adjusted her dark hair, loose over her shoulders, applied another drop of perfume behind her ear, and went to open the door with a light smile full of anticipation.

On

the threshold stood her husband's colleagues from the consortium, Denis and Arthur — both in suit jackets but without ties, holding a branded bag from the "Krasnoe & Beloe" store. Denis, slightly taller with a neat beard, smiled first; Arthur, with a touch of gray at his temples, looked her up and down, not hiding his admiration.

— Angelina Viktorovna, you look... dangerously beautiful today, — he said in a low voice, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

— Just Angela, — she replied, letting them inside and deliberately brushing her hand against Arthur below the belt.

In the living room, the soft light of a floor lamp was already on, glasses and light snacks were on the table. Angela poured wine, and they settled on the wide sofa: she in the middle, Denis on the left, Arthur on the right. The conversation was about work at first — about the project, deadlines, but the variety of alcohol quickly did its job. Voices grew quieter, laughter more intimate.

Angela set her glass on the table and turned to Denis, placing a hand on his knee.

— You know, I didn't invite you over for nothing, — she said quietly, looking into his eyes, then shifting her gaze to Arthur. — My husband is on a business trip for another week and a half... and I'm tired of pretending there's nothing between the three of us.

Arthur reacted first: his hand rested on her thigh, slowly sliding up the smooth fabric of her dress, stopping right at the edge where his fingers could already feel the fine mesh of the stockings. Denis, not to be outdone, leaned in and kissed her neck just below the ear — where the scent of perfume still lingered. Angela let out a soft sigh, tilting her head back.

Arthur pulled her to him by the waist and pressed his lips to hers in a long, deep kiss. His tongue confidently explored her mouth, while Denis's hand was already stroking her breast through the tight fabric of the dress, feeling her nipples instantly harden under his palm. Angela returned Arthur's kiss, simultaneously pressing her breast against Denis's hand.

The dress began to ride up: Arthur pulled the hem, revealing the thin strip of her thong and the fishnet stockings that hugged her thighs erotically. Denis ran his palm over her breast, tracing its contours through the fabric, then slid down to her stomach. Angela moaned, kissing Arthur, her hands already reaching for their belts.

She led them down the hallway, feeling the men's hot palms sliding over her thighs and buttocks, anticipating what would come next.

2.

Angela led Denis and Arthur into the bedroom, where the soft light of a bedside lamp cast warm shadows on the large bed with lilac sheets matching her dress. The door closed quietly behind them, and the air instantly filled with the heavy breath of anticipation.

First, all three began to undress. Angela pulled her short lilac dress over her head, leaving her in black fishnet stockings and thin thongs that barely covered her smoothly shaved skin between her legs. The men couldn't take their eyes off her: Denis quickly removed his shirt and trousers, Arthur followed suit. Soon, all three stood naked — bodies slightly tanned, well-groomed, toned. Denis's and Arthur's cocks were already hard, trembling slightly with desire.

Angela knelt before them on the soft carpet, took both penises in her hands, and began slowly stroking them — sometimes synchronously, sometimes alternating the rhythm. Her fingers slid over the smooth skin, traced the heads, squeezed the shafts. She leaned in alternately: first taking Denis deep into her mouth, all the way to her throat, then switching to Arthur, sucking him greedily. Her tongue played with their frenulums, her lips tightly enveloped them, while her free hand caressed the other's balls — rolling them in her palm, gently tugging, making the men softly moan.

Then Angela lay on her back at the edge of the bed, letting her head hang slightly over the side — the perfect position for deep fellatio. The men moved closer, spreading their legs on either side of her face. She took them into her mouth one by one: first Denis — with long, slow movements, then Arthur — faster, with wet sounds. At one point, she took both cocks at once: pressed them together, licking the heads simultaneously, trying to fit both into her mouth as far as her lips allowed. Saliva dripped down her chin, the men breathed heavily, holding her hair.

She took a small black silicone anal plug, already lubricated, from the bedside table. Gently but confidently, she spread Denis's buttocks and slowly inserted the plug — he exhaled with a soft groan, his body tensed but immediately relaxed.

— So Arthur doesn't accidentally go in the wrong place from excitement, — she whispered playfully, stroking Denis's thigh.

Then Angela knelt on the bed behind them. First, she pressed her tongue against Arthur's anus — warm, wet rimming, circular motions, light penetrations. Arthur moaned louder, pressing closer to Denis. Simultaneously, her hand reached down and grasped Denis's cock — began stroking him with confident, rhythmic movements, the fingers of her other hand caressed his balls and the base of the plug.

After a minute, she changed tactics: now both her hands worked on the cocks of both men simultaneously. One stroked Arthur, the other Denis, her fingers squeezing the shafts, rolling their balls, lightly pressing their perineums. She sped up the pace, then slowed down, bringing them to the edge but not letting them finish. The men moaned in unison, their bodies trembling slightly, completely surrendering to her hands and tongue.

Angela felt like a queen — in the center, controlling their pleasure, knowing the main part of the evening was still ahead.

3.

Angela pulled away from the men, her lips glistening, her breathing ragged. The fishnet stockings and thong had long been discarded on the floor by the bed — she was completely naked, her skin lightly glistening with sweat, her smoothly shaved pussy already wet with arousal. She nodded to Denis toward the bed — he understood without words and rolled onto his back, spreading his legs. Angela climbed on top of him in a 69 position, her bare pussy right over his face, and her lips near his still-hard cock and the anal plug deep inside his anus.

Denis immediately pulled her hips down and pressed his tongue to her clitoris — slowly, confidently, circling, penetrating deeper. Angela moaned, arching her back, and reached her hand to the base of the plug. With a slow, circular motion, she pulled out the silicone toy — Denis groaned as he exhaled, his body tensing from the sudden emptiness. Not giving him time to recover, Angela spread his buttocks and pressed her tongue to his anus — warm, wet rimming, light penetrations with the tip of her tongue, while her hand grasped his cock again and began slowly stroking. Denis, in response, gripped her hips tighter, his tongue working faster, penetrating her, sucking her clitoris.

Arthur stood behind, watching this scene. His cock stood rigid, heavy and ready. He moved closer, took himself in hand, and began sliding the head between Angela's bare buttocks — slowly, along the entire length of her slit, from her anus to the entrance of her vagina and back, arousing her even more. Angela trembled from the sensations, pressing harder against Denis's face and taking him deeper into her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, they changed positions. Arthur helped Angela climb off Denis and turn around. Now she was on all fours again, completely naked, facing Arthur. She greedily took his cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, while Denis moved to the other side of the bed — kneeling before her face next to Arthur. Angela serviced them both in turn: now deeply swallowing Arthur, now switching to Denis, stroking the other with her hands. Both men softly moaned, holding her hair and guiding her movements.

Arthur began to move — first slowly, savoring every centimeter, then faster and harder, the slapping of their bodies echoing through the room. From the other side, Denis knelt on the bed: Angela threw her head back, opening her throat, and took his cock deep into her mouth. Denis moved in rhythm with Arthur — when Arthur thrust deep, Denis also pushed forward, filling her mouth.

Arthur fucked her actively, hard, without pause: his hands firmly held her hips, Angela's legs rested on his shoulders. She moaned, sucking Denis's cock, her body trembling with each thrust, her eyes closed in pleasure. Two men her age, two of her husband's colleagues she had wanted for so long — now completely possessed her, and she surrendered to this feeling without reservation.

4.

Arthur pulled out of Angela with a heavy sigh, removed the used condom, and tossed it aside. Angela lay on her back, her chest heaving, her legs still trembling from the pleasure she had just experienced. She looked at Denis with a hungry gaze and said quietly:

— Now you...

Denis didn't keep her waiting. He quickly put on a new condom, positioned Angela in the same pose — legs high on his shoulders — and with one confident motion entered her completely. Angela arched her back, moaning loudly: Denis's penis was slightly thicker, and the feeling of fullness was different, new, exciting. He began to move — deep, rhythmic, with the same force as Arthur, the slapping of bodies filling the room again.

From the other side, Arthur knelt on the bed. Angela threw her head back, opening her mouth, and greedily took his cock — still warm and wet from her own juices. She sucked deeply, enthusiastically, her tongue circling the head, her lips tightly squeezing the shaft. Denis fucked her from below faster and faster, holding her hips, while Arthur guided her head, gently thrusting to meet her. Angela moaned around the cock, the vibration transmitting to Arthur, making him growl softly with pleasure.

After several minutes of intense thrusting, Denis slowed down and pulled out, removing the condom. The men exchanged glances — understanding each other without words. They knelt on the bed facing each other, spreading their legs. Angela lay between them on her back, her head on the pillow, and immediately took both cocks in her hands. She sucked them in turn — now Denis, now Arthur — and when she pulled away, pressed the heads together and licked both at once, trying to fit as much as possible into her mouth.

Her hands didn't rest: her fingers gently tickled and stroked the men's balls — now one, now the other, rolling them in her palms, lightly tugging, pressing their perineums. The men softly moaned, looking into each other's eyes above her head, and slowly stroked their own cocks at the base while Angela worked her lips and tongue above. The room was filled with a damp, heavy scent of sex, the breathing of all three falling into one rhythm.

Angela felt ready for the next step. She rose to all fours, turned her back to Arthur, and arched her lower back, presenting her rounded buttocks. Arthur took a tube of lube from the bedside table, generously applied it to himself and her anus, carefully inserting first one finger, then a second, stretching her. Angela exhaled, relaxing, and reached forward to Denis — took his cock deep into her mouth, beginning to suck in anticipation.

Arthur rolled on a new condom, pressed the head against her ass, and slowly but confidently entered — inch by inch, until he was completely inside. Angela moaned loudly, holding Denis's cock in her mouth, her body trembling from the dual sensation: tightness from behind and taste in front. Arthur began to move — first slowly, letting her adjust, then deeper and faster, firmly holding her hips. Each of his thrusts made Angela take Denis deeper into her mouth, who knelt before her, stroking her hair and softly moaning.

She was completely filled, at the center of two men she had desired for so long — and this feeling of absolute surrender brought her to a new peak of pleasure.

5.

Angela was still on all fours, her body trembling from the anal sex she had just experienced with Arthur. He slowly pulled out of her, removed the condom, and tossed it aside. Angela turned, knelt in the middle of the bed, and looked at both men — Denis and Arthur stood before her, their cocks hard, glistening with her saliva and lube, their faces tense with approaching orgasm.

— Come on me, — she said quietly but commandingly, her voice hoarse. — Both of you. I want to feel you.

The men exchanged glances and, without a word, knelt on the bed on either side of her, facing her. Angela took their cocks in her hands — left to Denis, right to Arthur — and began stroking them intensely: quickly, confidently, with a slight twist of her wrist at the heads. Her lips touched each in turn — now deeply swallowing one, now licking the head of the other, now pressing both cocks together and running her tongue over them simultaneously.

The fingers of her free hands moved lower: she gently squeezed and massaged their balls — now one, now the other, rolling them in her palms, lightly tugging, feeling them tense and grow heavy. The men breathed heavily, their thigh muscles trembling. Denis was the first to thrust forward, growling softly with pleasure; Arthur followed, placing a hand on the back of her head.

Angela sped up the pace — her hands flew up and down, her lips tightly enveloping one cock, then the other. She pulled away for a second, looking up with a sly smile:

— Let's... together...

She slowly released the cocks, ran her fingers over her face and chest, smearing the semen over her skin, and smiled — blissfully, contentedly, with a light blush on her cheeks. Semen dripped from her chin onto her chest, onto the sheets. Denis and Arthur, breathing heavily, sank down beside her.

Arthur was the first to lean in and gently kissed her lips, tasting himself and Denis. Denis embraced her from the other side, kissing her neck and shoulder. All three collapsed onto their backs in the middle of the large bed — Angela in the center, the men on either side, their hands lazily stroking her body: her stomach, thighs, breasts.

Minutes of silence were broken only by heavy breathing. Then Angela laughed softly:

— That was... better than I imagined.

— And not the last adventure, — Arthur replied, running a finger along her thigh.

— While your husband is on his business trip, — Denis added with a smile, — we still have a whole week.

Angela turned to one, then the other, kissing them in turn. She felt completely satisfied, desired, and alive — the semen on her skin slowly drying, thoughts of the next meeting already swirling in her head. The three lay embraced, in the warm afterglow of passion, feeling that this encounter had been amazing.