"Spend the evening with us," one of them said.

"I don't know," she hesitated. She did, after all, have houseguests. Then she decided she didn't have to spend every minute with the Hartwells, and she slipped out of the booth and went to look for the public phone. She called home and Justine answered. When she told the blonde she'd be home late, she thought she detected a sound of relief in Justine's voice.

Well, I don't blame her, Jackie thought. They could use some time alone, and so can I.

She went back to the booth where the two men were waiting for her. They had paid the check and now suggested they go to a roadhouse near their motel and do some serious drinking.

She agreed, excited by the prospect of having two men at her disposal. They didn't ask her if she was married, and she didn't tell them. During the drive to the roadhouse, she sat between them, each one with a hand on one of her thighs. She said nothing. She didn't mind. It felt good to have ten fingers playing around the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Maybe tonight would be the night she would get her ass and cunt fucked at the same time!

They arrived at the cocktail lounge and again slid into a both. She sat in the middle, and they resumed playing their fingers over her thighs.

"Shit, these damn jeans," one of them chuckled. "Can't feel a damn thing through them!"

She ignored his words, but gradually the conversation became flirtatious. She felt their eyes on her tits, bulging up out of her tiny bra and low cut shirt. She felt her pussy creaming as they moved closer to her on the leather seat. When she crossed her legs their fingers moved with her, clamped between her thighs.

She lost count of how much she drank, and soon her face was flushed and her nipples tingled. She was hot and dying to get fucked.