1 comments/ 114735 views/ 8 favorites Late Night Laundry By: Raynne A couple of years ago I was living by myself in an apartment right by the beach. Because I had the opportunity to work from home, I had a lot of free time which I used to swim, run, and get a tan at the beach. My body became pure perfection - I was slim, tanned, and toned with breasts that spilled out of the tiny bikini tops I wore. One night I got home from the beach just as it was getting dark and I found that I desperately needed to do some laundry. The apartment I lived in had no laundry room so I went to the Laundromat on the next block. I wore a skimpy sundress sans underwear due to my lack of clothing at the time. I figured no one would be doing their laundry on a friday night so I didn't need to worry about looking "appropriate." My brunette hair was tousled and my body probably still smelled like saltwater. Sure enough I arrived to a pretty deserted Laundromat. There were two men there, though. They looked like surfers - young, tanned, and buff. One of them actually looked kind of familiar. I noticed them check me out as I loaded the washer, and when I stepped outside to have a cigarette, they both followed. "Could I have one of those?" The first guy asked. I said sure and handed him a cigarette. The other guy just stood there. "Need a light?" I asked, taking my lighter out of my purse. "Yeah..." He replied. I leaned forward and lit his cigarette for him. As I did it he leaned forward, too, looking me in the eye. A tingle went through my body and I realized this guy was hot for me, as I was for him by then. "I'm Steve, this is Tom," He said, after aking a few drags from his cigarette. Tom smiled. Both of these guys were hot, I thought! "I'm Raynne," I replied, looking Steve straight in the eye. "Well, Raynne, what brings you here on a friday night?" He smiled again, making me even more aware of his presence. I breathed slower, taking more deliberate drags off of the cigarette. "I'm looking for excitement, I guess," I half-joked, hoping he would pick up on my hint. I was already imagining stradling him on top of a washing machine. "Excitement? Well I am sure that could be arranged..." He took a few steps closer to me, leaned forward, and put out his cigarette. I did the same, making sure he could see my cleavage as I did so. The action was so obvious that both men clapped. I laughed. I walked back inside and Steve followed close behind, as did Tom. I felt Steve's hand brush my thigh as he walked past. I sat on the counter in front of both men and asked them, "What kind of excitement would you arrange?" I leaned forward again, this time even more dramatically, allowing for a clear view down my dress. My nipples were hard. Steve stepped closer until his face was almost touching mine. He put his arms down on the counter on either side of my hips and leaned in close. "This kind," He said, and he kissed me on the mouth, hard and with determination. His mouth was warm and his tongue was not shy. I kissed back, moving my hands to his waist. He grabbed my hips and kissed harder. "Have you ever been fucked in public place before?" He asked, boldly. I smiled, saying no. "Would you like to be?" He asked, still holding my hips and caressing my thighs at the hem of my dress. "Yes," I replied, "Fuck me right here." With that, Steve pulled my dress all the way off. I was completely naked and completely aroused. I noticed a bulge in his pants as he took in the sight of my naked body. Tom stood pretty close by, watching us. Steve started to suck on my nipples and finger my clit. I was already soaking wet and Steve's fingers started to easily slide ion and out of my pussy. I unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my chest to his, then unbuttoned his jeans and let out his throbbing cock. It had to be about 9 inches long and rock hard. I could see Tom over my shoulder and he started to walk towards me. "I want both of you," I told them, as Steve began to position his dick against my wet slit. Tom immediately dropped his pants to reveal another rock hard cock. His was about 9 inches long, too! Tom hopped up onto the counter as Steve positioned me so that I was sitting right at the adge where he was standing, ready to fuck me. I took the tip of Tom's cock into my mouth while I held his shaft in my hands. He moaned a little as I started sucking. Just then, Steve rammed his cock into my pussy hard and fast. I almost screamed but it felt so good. I sucked Tom harder as Steve thrusted in and out. My thighs were soaking wet and Steve's cock felt so big inside of my tight hole. Tom started fondling my tits and Steve rubbed my clit while he fucked me. I could feel the pleasure coursing through me and I started to moan. "Harder! Mmmm..." I moaned and sucked as I orgasmed while Steve continued to pound in and out of me. I felt Tom's cock tighten up and his hands began to squeeze harder against my chest. I sucked harder and faster until Tom shot a hot load down my throat. He pulled his dick out of my mouth just as Steve shot his own load into my pussy. He groaned and pulled out. I laid there naked on the counter for a minute until I heard the buzzer on the clothes dryer. "Well that sure as hell beat reading a book while we waited for the laundry!" Steve joked as he put his pants on. I laughed and hopped down off the counter to get dressed. I couldn't have agreed more! "This shouldn't have to end..." Steve said as he pulled his clothes out of the dryer, "Why don't we go to our place and have some more fun?" "You live close by?" I asked, pulling my clothes out of the dryer as well. "Yep, right down the street. What do you say?" He smiled and looked at me with lust. Tom nodded and smiled as well. "Sure," I said with a smile. It had always been my fanatasy to be with 2 guys at once and I knew I'd love a whole crazy night of it. (Stay tuned for Part 2!) Late Night Laundry Please send your comments via my profile. * Madeline went through the mental checklist in her head. "Okay, called Greg, door's locked, stove's off, Jacob's sleeping, toys are put away...Crap! What am I missing," she asked herself. She walked around the darkened condo trying to remember what she had forgotten to do. Her son Jacob was an early riser and would be up in a few hours, so she wanted to get to bed and get some sleep soon. "The laundry!" Madeline forgot to get the laundry from downstairs. After putting Jacob to sleep with a story, she had curled up next to the fireplace for a story of her own. A couple of glasses of wine and the sexy adventures of her favorite heroine in the pages of her favorite novel series made her totally forget the clothes in the dryer. She walked through the kitchen to the door that led to the stairwell they shared with the Landry family next door. She loved the condominium that she and her husband Greg purchased last year. It was originally built around 1910 and had lain dormant for years starting in the 1990s until it was purchased by developers that moved here as part of a revitalization of this area of the city. They took the old duplexes and developed them into condominiums. They kept the original fixtures, the hardwood floors, and the early twentieth-century styling, but improved the plumbing and electricity throughout the house while adding central heating and cooling. The location and unique architecture and design made it a wonderful place to host friends and their home provided a great conversation piece during awkward silences. They couldn't have asked for a better first home to start their family. The only downside was the shared stairwell that went downstairs to a creepy, musty basement that had separate large storage rooms at opposite ends of a larger room that housed washers and dryers for both families. As she reached out and touched the brass knob to the kitchen door that led out to the stairwell, Madeline laughed at herself. She was about to walk out of the house with just a long t-shirt and panties. Her snickering only became more pronounced as she looked down at her pink furry slippers. Man, if Greg could see her now. Greg Sanders couldn't though. Greg is a junior executive at one of country's larger marketing firms. Greg worked hard at his job and was very motivated to do well since leaving the Navy three years previous. After graduating from the Naval Academy, Greg did his time at sea and knew that it just wasn't for him. He pushed the headhunter that recruited him to get him back close to home where he grew up and quickly rose in the ranks of the company he landed in. He was especially motivated to succeed with the long shadow and scorn of his father hanging over him. His father was a career Naval Officer and coupled with Greg's older brother who was thriving as a naval aviator, his family was skeptical if not sick at his leaving the service. But Greg persevered and made believers out of them. The price, though, was long hours attending grad school at night to get his MBA and even more hours working at the firm. With his busy schedule, Greg was lucky to have linked back up with his "Maddy". After graduating from university, she went to grad school to get her Master of Education degree. She returned home and became a very popular kindergarten teacher at the elementary school where they had both attended as kids. Greg walked into church his first weekend back home and was shocked to see her leading two dozen children from the church's sanctuary to the Sunday School classroom where she taught them hymns and Bible stories. Greg's eyes were locked to Madeline's flowing brown hair, tight rear end, and pert breasts accentuated by a white cotton sun dress with rose patterns painted on it. He couldn't help but notice the bra she was wearing barely concealed hardened nipples and he could plainly see the outline of her panties hugging her perfect hips and more perfect ass. Greg's mother leaned over, anticipating his question and answered, "No, she's not married Greg and no, she doesn't have a boyfriend. You know, Madeline's mother always asked about you while you were gone." At the end of Sunday Service, Greg asked her to dinner and seven months later, they were the perfect married couple. Unfortunately, Greg's work kept him away often. This time it was a week in Chicago where he was meeting with executives from a breakfast sausage company that wanted Greg to retool their brand. Greg hated being away and Madeline hated him being away, but they were "paying their dues now so they could be comfortable later," they kept telling themselves. That night, Greg called from his hotel room and told his wife how much he missed her and she returned his sentiments. He talked about wanting to be home right then. "Is Jacob asleep," he asked her. "Yeah, about an hour ago," she replied. "What are you up to now," he continued. "Nothing. I'm probably going to just sit in your chair and read a book. Take some me time," she said. "Oh yeah? What's the uniform," he inquired. She smiled and replied, "Are you being naughty Greg? You know the last thing I need right now is you getting me all worked up. But if you must know, I'm wearing the last t-shirt that you wore before you left and the most unsexy Fruit of the Looms in history. Now, get to bed sailor, you've got a big day tomorrow!" He laughed and said, "Okay my Maddy, I love you and will see you in a few days. Give the boy a kiss for me and keep get those Fruit of the Looms ready." Madeline remembered the phone call as she looked down at her sleep attire again. She thought to herself again, 'if Greg could see me now, the laundry wouldn't be getting done tonight." Madeline knew she was sexy and quietly prided herself on staying fit. She returned to her original form after Jacob was born, a petite 5'3", 112 pounds with regular visits to the gym and watching what she ate—a difficult task while staying home for two years with the new baby. She caught her reflection in the dining room mirror that stood opposite her, through the doorframe leading to the kitchen. She smiled and turned to her left and right, playing like she was a model. The conversation with Greg made her a little horny and the novel didn't help matters. Madeline slowly tugged the bottom of her t-shirt up and stared at the white cotton panties she was wearing. She couldn't help but notice the damp spot between her legs and giggled at herself that she had gotten that turned on. She let her right hand go under the t-shirt and rest on her left breast as she pressed her palm to her extended nipple. Her left hand rubbed her stomach just above her panty line. She parted her lips and took a staggered breath and moved her head to the left when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the red glow of the microwave clock that read "12:48". "Oh darn, the laundry!" Not wanting to be caught by any of the Landry family, especially in her scantily-clad state, she tiptoed down the stairs toward the basement. She didn't turn on the stairwell light because she didn't want to be seen, but she dreaded the walk down to the basement as the darkness began to surround her. She was slightly relieved to see a dim light coming from the basement laundry room. The Landry's storage room door was left unlocked and slightly open and its light was on. Madeline thought that she should close it, but then thought better of it, considering that the small amount of light it let out was better than turning on the large overhead light and potentially exposing herself to someone coming down the steps. She would pull the laundry, fold it in the dim light and close the storage room door and turn off the light for the Landrys when she was done. She walked toward her dryer and reached for its door when she was startled by a whispered female voice. "I don't know Frank." It was Megan Landry, Franklin Landry's wife. Madeline stood about ten feet from the slightly-opened door to the storage room and dared to put her face into the stream of light coming out of the room. There, leaning against the wall with her arms folded was Megan Landry in nothing but a black silk robe that ended just below the apex where her two legs met. Sitting across from her in an old leather recliner was Frank, her husband, with the back of his head to Madeline. Madeline had never seen Megan like this. Megan always seemed so conservative and reserved. She always wore unflattering dresses sure to cover her legs and her hair was always up. When she was more revealing, she would be wearing some frumpy jean shorts and a baggy, unflattering t-shirt. She and Madeline were cordial neighbors, but had never forged a close friendship over the year they had owned the house. Megan was a few years old than Madeline. Her and Frank were probably around their mid-thirties she and Greg guessed. They were never mean or anything, but maintained a slightly aloof air about them. "Prim and proper," Madeline thought to herself. Seeing Megan like this, with her hair down, without her studious glasses and her lovely long legs exposed shocked Madeline a bit. Madeline could see her sultry brown eyes, framed by Megan's highlighted brown hair. Megan's makeup was a bit heavier than usual. Madeline walked her gaze up Megan's long, tanned white legs to the hemline of the silk robe that covered Megan's womanhood. Madeline stared at that area with her eyes wide open; expectantly, intently. "C'mon Megan! We have come so far. You look absolutely gorgeous," Frank stated as he stood up, exposing his naked back to Madeline's eyes. Madeline had never noticed Frank's muscularity, but couldn't help but notice his strong-looking back that veed up to his striated arms. He was only wearing plaid boxers. "You don't think they have fantasies too? They're a young, sexy couple. We haven't been the friendliest of neighbors and I think they would be relieved that we finally invited them to dinner with us. And I think once Greg sees you like this, he might be a little more open to the idea." Frank's statement took Madeline aback. "What did he mean by that," she asked herself, though she could guess at the answer. Frank continued toward his woman and Madeline noticed the outline of a smirk attempting to counter Megan's worried look. "Now, open your robe a little." A timid smile began to build on Megan's face as she started to tug at the lapels of her robe. She pulled them back to expose the top of her chest as Frank leaned down to plant small kisses below her neckline and down between her breasts. Frank then took his right hand and pulled the left lapel over Megan's left shoulder, allowing her left breast to become exposed. Madeline Sanders was in a frightful shock. She was so intrigued, though, that she couldn't stop staring at the scene. Megan's left nipple was being sucked on by her husband who was leaning his strong, masculine body forward to take it in his mouth. Megan took her right hand and placed it behind Frank's black-haired head and pressed him forward to her breast. Megan closed her eyes and tilted her head back as her breathing became unsteady. Frank's then pushed the right side of Megan's robe off her right shoulder and both her breasts were now exposed to him. He began to alternate sucking on Megan's exposed nipples as she breathed deeper and deeper. The robe bunched up at her waist being held up by the robe's tie, but had split exposing lacy black panties. Madeline's left hand ignored her state of shock and started to rub her stomach. Her right hand reached up to her right breast and started to rub it through her t-shirt. Frank asked Megan, "do you like that baby?" "You know I do Frank," Megan responded. "Call me Greg," Frank said as he pulled Megan's black lace panties to the side and knelt before his wife. She put her right leg over his left shoulder as he used his hand to spread her lower lips and started to gently lick her clit. "That feels so fucking good...Greg." When Megan called Frank Greg, visions of her husband Greg eating out her neighbor began to race through Madeline's head. It caused a mixed feeling in her, but her pussy reacted instantly, as its walls began to flow her love juice. Her hand left her stomach and ran under the waistband of her white cotton panties. Madeline watched the scene in the storeroom and as she began to stroke her wet pussy lips and swollen clit, she imagined Greg, not Frank, tucked between Megan's legs. "Fuck me Greg," Megan cried out. Frank began to push her backwards into the swing that hung in the storeroom's center, something that Madeline had not noticed previously. As she settled into the bucket seat of the swing, Frank tore at the lace panties like an animal. Megan still had the silk tie around her waist as she lay with her legs spread wide for her role-playing husband. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you Maddy." When Frank said this, Madeline gasped to herself, but didn't stop trying to relieve the heat and pressure building up in her pussy. Their dirty words and the thought that her neighbors were imagining fucking her and her Greg caused her to shudder with pleasure. She put first her index finger, then added her middle finger to the assault of her pussy, pushing into her vagina and curling them to stroke her g-spot. Her right hand let go of the shirt and it fell over her panties, so in frustration, Madeline pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. Her free hand went straight to her clit. She couldn't believe she was standing in the open laundry room in just her panties and masturbating to the scene in front of her. Droplets of her pussy juices pooled at her knuckles and dropped to the floor as she tried to quiet her heavy breathing. Megan had pushed Frank's boxers just down over his muscular ass, which was now flexing each time he pumped into his wife. "You like that big cock in you Maddy? I always knew you weren't that innocent. Are you my little whore," Frank hissed through clenched teeth. "Yes, I'm your fucking whore Greg. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum in my ass!" Megan whined aloud. "Oh my goodness, mmm," whimpered Madeline quietly as she started to lose her balance. She knelt in a squat because of her weakened knees, but took a cue from Megan's exclamation and took her lubed left index finger and pushed it into her anus. She had never done anal, but this situation was pushing her past any inhibitions. She was fingering her pussy and using her palm to rub her clit with one hand, while moving a finger from the other in and out of her ass. Her panties were now down at her knees, tucked away as she squatted near to the floor. Frank reached out his right hand and grabbed the top of Megan's hair and pulled her roughly out of her sex swing. Megan allowed a whimper to escape that was quickly silenced as Frank pushed his stiff, seven inch dick past her lips. He began pumping Megan's face while holding the sides of her head like they were hips. After only a few strokes, he began to cry out as he held Megan's face against his pelvis. She pushed herself back as her eyes widened and the first squirt entered her throat. Now free, spurt after spurt ensued as Megan tried to catch her breath. Huge white splotches of cum landed on her eyes, her nose, and her chin. This pushed Madeline over the edge. She had never seen anything so dirty and imagining it was her with her face being fucked by Frank made her start to shudder as an orgasm ripped through her. She was wrapped in what she was watching, the feeling of juices dripping from her hand, the smell of her musty pussy spread open as she pumped it with her fingers, and the faint smell of shit on her left hand. Madeline, Greg's sweet, innocent Madeline couldn't help but cum the most intense orgasm of her life after experiencing the most intense sexual experience of her life. "I love fucking you Greg," Megan said giggling as she squinted because of the cum pooled in her eyes. "Let's go upstairs so I can clean you up Madeline," Frank laughed as he pulled up his boxers. He helped Megan up and held her hand as they walked out of the room. He pulled the drawstring that turned off the bulb above them and the dark was striking until their eyes adjusted. Madeline panicked as they came out of the room. Their backs were turned to her as they stopped to lock the door. Madeline stood up and pulled back against the wall, into a shadow. She held her breath as she looked down to her glistening pussy and hands highlighted by a little light coming through the one basement window. Her "unsexy" white cotton Fruit of the Looms were still wrapped around her knees. She listened as Megan said, "Alright, you convinced me. I'll call Madeline tomorrow to set something up for after Greg returns." Frank responded, "You won't regret it and nor will they. I'm going to give that little lady the fuck of her life and Greg's going to love the taste of your sweet ass." "Calm down. They have to say yes first," Megan replied. Madeline's fear of being caught began to subside as the Landrys climbed the stairs. She took a deep breath and then exhaled, laughing inwardly at how crazy the night had become. "What the hell do I say when she calls," she wondered. Then she whispered, "Man, the laundry's NOT getting done tonight." Late Night Laundry Ch. 02 After our little sex session at the Laundromat, me and my new fuck buddies, Steve and Tom, headed straight for their beach apartment. They lived very close by, so I was totally up for a night of fun at their place. Steve and Tom led the way down the block and we talked a little. Tom told me they had a hot tub and that they liked to smoke weed. I loved hot tubs and weed (especially the combination!) so I knew we'd have even more fun together than we already had. We arrived at their building and Steve unlocked the door. It was a very nice place - big, nicely furnished, colorful, and clean. "Nice place!" I exclaimed, sitting on the couch between them. Steve got up and returned with some wine bottles and we started drinking. "Since you guys mentioned that you like to smoke..." I pulled out a joint and lit it up. After taking a few puffs I passed it to Steve. In no time at all we were drunk and high, messing around, and laughing. Steve held my thigh and Tom kept kissing my neck. "Let's take this party to the hot tub," Steve suggested, getting up. They led me to a huge balcony with a bubbling hot tub and a beach view. Although I don't go for the corny or cheesy romantic stuff, it was pretty nice. "Let's get naked and dirty!" Tom half joked. I smiled and laughed but then took off my dress. Both guys smiled and I knew they were excited by seeing me naked even though they'd seen me earlier. They followed me into the tub after getting naked themselves. Steve was already hard and Tom was getting there. I would just have to help him, I thought. I sat on Tom's lap and Steve sat close next to me. I could feel Tom's dick pressing against my thigh and I leaned in, pressing my wet breasts against his chest and my hips met his while his dick pressed closer to my crotch. Not wanting to be left out, Steve reached over and put his hand on my ass. I stroked his cock with one hand and used the other to hold myself close to Tom. "I really want to fuck you," Tom whispered into my ear as he pressed the head of his dick close to my wet slit. I was so turned on and so high I couldn't help but let him slide right in. He did it slow, and I could feel his big cock growing inside of me. I still had my tits pressed against his chest and my nipples were rock hard. It felt so good to move up and down against his body. Steve sort of sat back and watched a little before getting up and returning with another bottle of wine. When he got back, I was bouncing up and down on Tom's cock, while he thrusted hard, throwing his head back. He hummed and grunted a little and I kept on impaling myself on his hard dick. I was so wet and warm and the water splashed around us until I leaned forward a little, grinding my hips into his, and moaning. I came twice in a row, right before Tom shot a load of cum deep inside of me. It felt so good to be warm on the inside as well as the outside. Steve noticed our climax and began to move in towards me, as Tom slid his cock out of my hole. I sat down and leaned my head back against the side of the hot tub. My tits were right above the water and Steve moved in front of me to start sucking my nipples. "You have hot tits, Raynne," He told me as he started rubbing and sucking them. I moaned in appreciation and started stroking his cock and balls. His cock throbbed and stood straight up, poking out from under the water. I got up and turned around, so that I was standing facing the edge (with my back turned to Steve) and I gripped the sides of the tub. Steve came up behind me and reached around for my tits again while positioning his cock right at my pussy. The water was up to our waists and it was bubbling around us. "What about me?" I heard Tom say, but I couldn't see him from my position. Steve was rubbing me all over so I was kind of distracted. Then I noticed Tom positioning himself under me, sitting to face me. His cock was rock hard again, already! Steve was still behind me and I could feel his dick rubbing against my pussy and clit, making me so wet I was glad to be halfway under water. Tom started pushing his dick against my pussy, too. I was in between two hot guys and I could feel two huge, hard cocks, against my wet pussy and hands all over my body. I knew I wanted to be fucked by both of them. "You can both do me," I told them. "Mmm," Steve replied, "I want your ass..." He started rubbing the head of his dick against my ass instead of my pussy and Tom took over down there, rubbing my clit with his fingers and thumb and pressing the tip of his cock into my drenched pussy. I moaned and Tom continued to press himself further into me, slowly because he was so big and our position was a little awkward. Finally his whole 9 inches were buried inside of my cunt. "Mmm," I moaned, leaning forward so he could feel my nipples against his skin. He started thrusting in and out really hard and I came almost instantly. As soon as I did, I was drenched in my own cum, and Steve started using it as lube for his own cock. He pressed against my ass and started to push his cock in. I moaned loudly and Tom started fingering my clit as he continued to fuck me, hard. I was alternating between slamming forward and backward until both cocks were fucking me as hard as I'd ever been fucked, in both holes. My tits bounced up and down and my pussy clenched in multiple orgasms. Steve's cock felt so huge inside my ass but so good, too. I loved a good fuck and this was double the fun! Steve grunted and fucked my ass harder, holding the sides of my hips firmly with his hands. Tom started thrusting harder too, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I wanted both men to cum at the same time inside of me. "Harder!" I screamed. They both responded with harder and more frequent thrusts. Steve whispered into my ear: "I am gonna cummmm," and, "you are so hot, mmm," and things like that. Tom just moaned and shot his load up into me. I felt him buck his hips and shoot even more cum into my hole. Then Steve started doing the same. I felt a hot burst inside of me and my ass was filled with cum, too. I screamed in pleasure as they both filled me up. After our intense orgasms, both guys slid out of me and sat down on either side of me. "That was hot!" I told them, smiling. "Yeah," Steve replied, "Let's have another smoke!" And he got out of the tub and came back with towels and a joint. We got out of the tub and sat at the table on the balcony, smoking and talking about how much fun we had. "I don't think I've ever had a fuck that good," said Tom. "Yeah," Steve agreed. "Same here!" I said, "We will have to keep in touch!" And we did. I exchanged numbers with the two hotties and whenever any of us needed a good fuck we'd call each other up and meet for a smoke and a fuck or two.