Just Got Over My Ex... With Strangers Tonight

Got outta that marriage last week and tonight I’m at this bar with two guys from my softball league. We’ve been hitting it off for a while, but tonight was different, there’s something about the way they look at me now. They know about the divorce already, but we didn’t talk much of that stuff when I joined them in the back room. The place is dark and quiet; everyone else left early. First one leans over, his hands sliding under my shirt, fingers dancing lightly up my spine before cupping my breasts through the bra. His buddy’s not far behind, running a hand down my thigh, between my legs, no panties tonight, just a skirt that rides high. I groan, pulling them closer. Their eyes lock, smirking as they share this moment of claiming me, fingers diving inside me together. It was wild, messy. They knew exactly how to push each other and me right over the edge into this frenzy of need.