Emily had recently been spending more time with her girlfriends instead of always being with her husband. So when her friend suggested going to a local music festival, she didn’t hesitate. She bought her ticket, and on Saturday her husband Mark dropped her off at the entrance. She didn’t dare leave her e-bike there unattended.
“Have fun,” Mark said as he pulled up. “Just call me when you want me to pick you up tonight.”
“Thanks, babe. I’ll text you later,” Emily replied with a smile.
She showed her ticket on her phone at the gate. “Have fun!” the young guy scanning tickets said cheerfully. Emily was supposed to meet her friend inside, but first she headed straight for a glass of rosé. The weather was perfect — warm sunshine and a pleasant temperature. She felt excited and ready for a good day.
Just as she started looking for her friend with her drink in hand, her phone buzzed. It was a message from her friend:
“Hey Em, this is so annoying… We’re completely stuck in traffic near Antwerp. It’s going to take at least another two hours before I get there. I’m really sorry!”
“Fuck,” Emily muttered. “Typical.”
But there was nothing she could do about it. She decided to enjoy herself anyway.
The music was upbeat and energetic, and her rosé tasted delicious. She started dancing lightly to the rhythm, surrounded by people who were clearly having a great time.
Suddenly she heard: “Hey, neighbor!” She turned around and saw two attractive guys in their early thirties grinning at her.
“Uhm… sorry, give me a second,” Emily said, thinking. Then it clicked. “Oh! You live in the apartment building across from me, right?”
“Exactly,” the guy said with a smile. “I’m Jake, and this is my buddy Ryan.”
“Hi, I’m Emily. I recognize your face, but we’ve never actually spoken.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Jake replied. “I usually chat with your husband when I see him outside. You’re not around that much.”
Emily laughed. “He’s the social one. He talks to everyone in the building. I keep to myself more.”
“Is your husband here too?” Ryan asked.
“No, he just dropped me off. He’ll pick me up later tonight. I was supposed to come with a girlfriend, but she just texted that she’s stuck in heavy traffic. She won’t be here for at least two more hours.”
“That sucks,” Ryan said.
“Ah well, nothing I can do about it,” Emily shrugged.
Jake gave her a playful wink. “You’re in good company now though, right?”
Ryan smiled. “Want another drink, neighbor?”
“Yes please,” Emily said. “Another rosé would be great.”
While Ryan went to get the drinks, Jake stepped closer, leaned in toward her ear and whispered:
“I’ve always thought you were a really hot woman, neighbor.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “Wow… you really just say that straight out, huh?” Jake looked her deep in the eyes. “I see you working in your front garden sometimes. I notice you… a lot.”
A sudden rush of arousal shot through Emily’s body. What the hell is this? she thought. A moment later Ryan returned with fresh drinks. “Here you go, neighbor,” he said, handing her the rosé.
“Thanks,” Emily said cheerfully and gave both guys a flirty wink.
“Hey now,” Jake said, “My buddy deserves a proper thank you, don’t you think?”
“I already said thank you!” Emily laughed.
“Yeah… but he definitely deserves a nice kiss for that expensive rosé.”
Emily’s heart raced. She felt shocked, but at the same time strangely turned on. “Alright then,” she said, “Come here, Ryan.”
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Ryan, who had neat dark-blond hair and a sexy stubble, wasn’t satisfied with just that. He gently grabbed her chin, pulled her back in and slid his tongue into her mouth for a deep, passionate kiss.
“That’s much better,” he grinned. Emily laughed breathlessly. “Are we really starting like this?”
“And what about me?” Jake asked with a smirk. Emily turned to her relatively unknown neighbor and gave him a long, wet French kiss as well.
What am I doing? she thought, but she couldn’t deny how much she was enjoying it.
“Mmmh, you’re such a naughty girl, neighbor,” Jake whispered.
Emily felt a switch flip inside her. It had been a very long time since she’d had sex with her husband. Their relationship had become more like roommates than passionate lovers. Jake looked at her intensely. “Want to have some real fun?” Emily bit her lip, then reached down and boldly grabbed both guys’ cocks through their shorts.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered.
“Damn,” Ryan grinned, “You’re a proper MILF, aren’t you?”
He pressed against her front while Jake moved in from behind. Emily found herself deliciously sandwiched between the two young, horny men right there on the festival grounds.
“Come on,” she said, taking them both by the hand. “Let’s find a quieter spot.”
She led them toward the toilet blocks, but instead pulled them into a small grassy area hidden between two large festival tents.
“Here,” Emily said, “We’re alone for a moment.”
She turned to Jake and gave him a hungry, deep tongue kiss. Ryan pressed against her back, kissing her neck.
“You dirty little slut,” Ryan growled, “You really know what you want.”
Emily moaned softly as Ryan’s hands slid under her shirt, squeezing her breasts, while Jake unzipped her jeans and slipped a finger over her wet pussy. Moments later she was on her knees between the tents. Two hard young cocks were presented to her. Emily eagerly took them into her mouth, one after the other, sucking them deeply. Ryan grabbed her head and started fucking her throat while Jake gave him a high-five.
Soon they pulled her up. Ryan dropped to his knees and buried his tongue between her legs, licking her clit furiously. Jake kept his cock in her mouth, thrusting deep. Then Ryan stood up, bent her over slightly, and pushed his thick cock into her soaking wet pussy in one smooth motion.
“Oh my god!” Emily gasped.
Jake lay down on the grass. “Come here, slut. Ride me.” Emily straddled him and sank down onto his hard cock with a loud moan. Ryan positioned himself behind her, spat on her tight asshole, and slowly pushed his dick inside her ass.
Emily was now completely filled — a cock in her pussy and one in her ass. She felt incredibly slutty and hornier than she had in years. The two young men fucked her hard and deep between the tents. Their bodies slapped against her sweaty skin.
“Take it, you fucking whore,” Jake groaned as he thrust up into her.
Ryan bit her neck and whispered, “You’re going to have some explaining to do to your husband tonight when he sees those marks.”
“No… please,” Emily moaned, but it was already too late.
The guys fucked her like animals. Emily could feel they were getting close.
“Fuck me harder!” she begged.
Ryan was the first to cum. He pulled out of her ass, stood up, grabbed her by the chin and exploded all over her face, forcing the last spurts into her mouth. Seconds later Jake groaned loudly and pumped his load deep inside her pussy, filling her womb with his warm cum.
Completely spent, Emily stayed on her knees for a moment, cum dripping from her face and leaking from her pussy.
“Jesus, Emily… that was incredible,” Jake said, catching his breath.
She quickly cleaned herself up as best she could, pulled her clothes back on, and fixed her hair. As they walked back toward the festival area, both guys gave her one last deep, dirty kiss.
“Thanks, neighbor,” Jake said with a wink. “I’ll definitely keep watching you from across the street.”
Ryan leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Now I know exactly where you live, you dirty little slut. Who knows… I might stop by sometime when I’m visiting Jake.” Emily blushed deeply as the two young men walked away, leaving her standing there — dazed, satisfied, and shocked at what she had just done.
What the hell have I done? she thought.
