Edwin rested his hand on the small of my back as we entered the dive bar his friend owned. It was early in the day, before the place was open to the public, and the door had been left unlocked just for us.

Stepping inside, I grew still, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Outside, the morning was brilliantly bright, but in here, gloom abounded. 

Finally, I was able to see Palmer behind the counter. I'd met him several times before, so it wasn't as if he was a total stranger. Not like the only other person in the bar at that moment. I didn't recognize the man who sat nursing an amber-colored drink. He wore a fine suit, obviously having come from a nearby office. I would never discover his identity. 

Neither Palmer nor the stranger spoke. Instead, they fixed their stares on me and Edwin. Waiting. Despite my nervousness, I gave Palmer a smile. Like Edwin, he was about fifteen years my senior, in his early forties. His sandy blond hair needed a trim. I knew I only imagined that I could discern the vibrant blue of his eyes in these shadows, but I remembered their stunning hue from when we'd first met months ago.

Palmer merely lifted an eyebrow in acknowledgment. The stranger, meanwhile, swiveled on the barstool, blatantly ogling me. His gaze moved up and down my body. I'd chosen a dress that would have been wildly inappropriate in most scenarios. It was comprised of a skimpy scrap of red fabric, stretchy so it hugged my curves. Its hem was only a couple of inches below my crotch. I felt even more vulnerable without panties. The top of the dress was strapless; one downward tug would reveal my bare breasts. 

Looking up at Edwin, I relaxed upon seeing his encouraging smile. We'd planned this, after all. I was safe here with him and with these two other men.

The warmth of Edwin's palm seeped through my dress as he steered me toward a long table in the back, away from the bar's single window. In order to see inside, someone would have to stand on the street, on the other side of that glass, and cup their hands around their face to block out the sunlight. Even then, I wasn't sure we'd be detected. Yet I wished Palmer had drawn the blinds. Of course, doing so would defeat the purpose of what we were acting out here. 

I was a woman in my late twenties, dating a far more experienced man. Countless times had Edwin told me, "You're absolutely beautiful, Jade. You have no reason to be self-conscious." He loved stroking my long black hair and gazing into my dark eyes. 

We'd been seeing each other a couple of months when I worked up the courage to reveal my desire to be more uninhibited. He listened, silently understanding, while I explained the residual religious guilt I still had from my strict upbringing. Every time he and I made love (always with the lights off), I heard a stern voice in my head telling me how sinful and wicked I was. 

Edwin and I continued working on the intimacy; he was endlessly patient. But I finally realized I needed to do something drastic to shed my shame altogether. I wanted to be stripped and fucked in front of others. Men whom we both trusted. I wanted to leave myself no place to hide. 

Edwin had taken my suggestion in stride. "Maybe you're a secret exhibitionist," he told me with a playful wink. 

I allowed him to make the arrangements. Palmer was perfectly willing to serve the role of voyeur in his bar, and he offered to recruit another man to join him: a discreet, well-respected man, one who was married and wouldn't brag about this to his golf buddies.

Now, as Edwin and I stood next to the table, I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. He wore jeans and a T-shirt that accentuated his lean, fit frame. His brown hair was just a slightly lighter shade than his eyes. I watched his full lips curve into a grin. An anticipatory shiver traveled through me when he lowered those lips to mine.

"Ready?" he whispered. 

Wordlessly, I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak. His stare drifted over to Palmer, and once he tilted his chin upward in a subtle gesture of assent, Palmer stepped out from behind the bar and went to lock the door. Like Edwin, he was in jeans, but he had on a blue polo shirt. Edwin was a few inches taller, but Palmer had a brawnier build. 

Edwin and I waited for his friend to return to the bar area. Though Palmer made a show of wiping down the countertop with a cloth, his gaze was riveted to me. The stranger had turned to face us, seemingly relaxed while perched on the stool. He lifted his glass to his lips, taking a leisurely sip. 

It all began to feel surprisingly real. In the previous days, when I imagined this roleplay unfolding, I figured I'd always be aware that we were hastily assembled actors performing our parts. But now? I wasn't so sure. The atmosphere, however, was surreally quiet. Aside from the distant sound of traffic, I detected only the faint hum of a neon sign affixed to the wall. 

Since Palmer had pulled all the chairs away from the table, I couldn't help but think of that piece of furniture as an altar upon which I would sacrifice my remaining self-consciousness. Edwin leaned against it, drawing me in front of him so that I faced the other men.

At first, his hands merely roamed over my body, lingering on my hips and thighs before gliding back up to squeeze my breasts. All the while, I stared at the onlookers, and they stared at me. Palmer stood with his hands braced upon the bar top; his lips parted slightly. The stranger had set his glass aside, the drink forgotten. He folded his arms over his chest, his eyes holding a kind of challenge.

When Edwin grasped the top of my dress, I knew what was coming. At that point, I was too nervous to be aroused, yet I could feel my nipples stiffening, as if preparing themselves to be exposed to the cool air. 

Slowly, my lover lowered my dress. With his lips at my neck, he revealed more and more of my breasts. The stranger leaned forward expectantly, but Palmer remained motionless. Though I told myself he must have seen far wilder things as a bar owner and tender, I noticed that his stare never once drifted from me.

With a sudden flourish, Edwin yanked down the fabric until it was gathered around my waist. I couldn't suppress a dramatic gasp, which carried through the room. Edwin's mouth grew more fervent at my neck while he toyed with my nipples.

The stranger's hand rested on his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Focusing my attention on Palmer, I was surprised to discover him staring at my face instead of my breasts. 

My body quickly responded to Edwin's fondling. Of course, he knew just what to do to my nipples. I grew wet from the way he rolled my flesh between his fingertips, occasionally delivering a pinch. Despite my lingering anxiety, I relaxed against him. 

Taking hold of my hips, he whispered, "You like them watching, don't you?"

My face flushed hot at his words, but as I looked from Palmer to the stranger, I realized I did enjoy them being enthralled by my half-naked body. 

Soon to be completely naked, for Edwin then grabbed the skirt of my dress and lifted it upward. As short as it was, it took only a second for him to display my pussy. I was shaved smooth, my plump outer lips concealing just how wet I was. 

But not for long. In a lewd act that made me whimper, Edwin used his long, graceful fingers to spread my pussy lips apart. I heard a faint moan escape the stranger's throat. Palmer stepped from behind the bar counter, inching closer. His eyes locked with mine as he began stroking himself through his jeans. 

"You fellas want to see me eat her pussy?" Edwin asked. 

"Fuck, yes," Palmer murmured.

"Then come on over here so you can enjoy the show."

Even as my breath caught in my throat like a trapped bird, I felt a fierce ache of yearning. My mind was clinging to the last of its restraint, but my body was more than ready for all Edwin had in store.  

When Palmer and the stranger drew nearer, I realized the unfamiliar man was older than I'd initially thought. His hair had plenty of gray, and I imagined that in most other situations, he had a kind face. Almost fatherly. Right now, however, he was working to free his erection from his pants. His eagerness to show me his cock was almost palpable.

And Palmer's body was taut, as if ready to spring. I knew of his rocky marriage, and of the way he struggled to stay faithful even while women threw themselves at him on a regular basis. Sensing his desperation, I gave him a wanton smile. 

Finally, his stern expression morphed into a grin. I lowered my eyes to his crotch, encouraging him to take out his dick and jerk off. 

He did just that while I wriggled out of my dress and cast it aside. Edwin guided me onto the table so I sat at its edge. Once he sank to his knees before me, I momentarily forgot the two onlookers, instead transfixed by the man I loved. He spread my legs wide, then moved a little so Palmer and the older man could view my dripping sex. 

"She always has a juicy cunt," he told them, "but I've never seen her this excited."

Again, I blushed, and my stare returned to the other men. Fighting the urge to look away, I watched them languidly stroking their dicks. Palmer's was plenty substantial; now that he was completely hard, his hand was gliding along what appeared to be eight inches. The stranger massaged his tip, coaxing his cock to full erection. I looked from his dick to his face, then licked my lips. That dirty gesture had him grinning as well.

Edwin didn't make any of us wait. He usually took his time building up my anticipation with nuzzles and kisses, but now, when we were all half-wild from excitement, he began eating me out with a need he made no attempt to hide. Weaving my fingers through his hair, I couldn't control my lust-filled cries. His mouth was hot and fervent, his tongue circling my swollen clit before launching an unbridled assault upon that tender bud.

"Fuck!" I choked out. 

The other men drew even closer, their hands pumping away at their cocks. I had to fight the impulse to close my legs, to hide my most intimate place from their sight. It was as if Edwin sensed my shyness, for he made a point to keep me spread wide. Finally, I surrendered wholeheartedly, planting my hands on the table behind me so my tits were thrust forward. 

The stranger now had a thick strand of precum dangling from his cockhead. Before it could fall, he smeared it over his tip, leaving his skin glistening. That familiar, harsh voice reverberated through my mind: Bad girl, dirty slut. Briefly closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as a louder cry escaped me. I wouldn't allow shame to deprive me of this pleasure.

Edwin's talented tongue soon had me on edge while two of his fingers slid deep inside my pussy. Someone made an encouraging sound when my thighs began quaking. 

"That's a good girl. Come for us!" 

I recognized Palmer's voice, so different from the contemptuous one in my head. Opening my eyes, I met his stare. Along with hot arousal, there was a tenderness in his eyes. I found myself aching to please him.

My clit had grown exquisitely sensitive, almost painfully so. But that was the point at which I could finally come. At the moment when I was about to beg for mercy, I succumbed to a powerful climax instead. 

The men seemed to delight in my spasms, in my plaintive wails and tautened muscles. Edwin took my clit between his lips and suckled my flesh, drawing out the orgasm until I felt a trickle of hot fluid gush forth to coat his skin.

My squirting did nothing to deter him. Only when he'd wrung every drop of bliss from my body did he lift his head, wiping at his face. His smile was one of utter triumph. 

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on his feet and kissing me hard. Gathering up a fistful of my hair, he drew my head back while his tongue invaded my mouth. 

"I've never been so hard in my life," he whispered. "I can't wait to fuck you while they watch."

I grinned at his words while the taste of my own pussy lingered on my lips. Moments later, I was stretched out on that table. Around me, three men had their pants and underwear lowered, their hard cocks looming toward me. Edwin stood before my open thighs, while Palmer and the stranger took their places to my right and left. Their erections were tantalizingly close to my face.

Gazing up at Palmer, I saw that his features were twisted beneath the weight of his arousal. I was well aware that after we were finished here, after I'd put on my dress and hidden my body from his view, the image of my naked form would remain seared in his memory. Perhaps forever. There truly was no place for me to hide. 

The feel of Edwin's cockhead caressing my inner folds made me focus solely on him. His stare settled on me before moving to each of the other men in turn. Their lust served to feed his, just as it fed mine.

In spite of his abject desire, Edwin was as slow in entering me as he had been in undressing me. The other men watched as his dick disappeared inside my pussy, inch by inch. My groan was one of blatant relief, for I was beyond ready to be fucked. 

That sound seemed to unleash something feral in Edwin. Grabbing my legs and lifting them so my feet rested close to his shoulders, he began taking me with a force that would have left me raw if I weren't so wet. My tits bounced with each thrust, and it was all I could do not to scream out my longing for more. 

On either side of me, Palmer and the stranger furiously stroked their cocks. My stare drifted upward, meeting the stranger's. There was nothing fatherly in his expression now. No, he looked like it took all his strength to resist touching me. To resist fucking me.

I found the temptation I presented intoxicating. In Palmer's eyes, I detected that same craving. As if of their own accord, my lips parted while I gazed upon his erection. How would he taste, sliding into my mouth? How would he smell? 

I let my fantasies drift into the forbidden while Edwin buried himself inside me, again and again. He must have discerned a hint of those erotic daydreams playing out on my face. "She's clearly taken with those hard dicks," he growled at the men.

I gasped, searching Edwin's face for a sign of anger. He merely cocked an eyebrow and flashed a grin, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. 

"Is that right?" Palmer asked me in a low voice. "You like seeing how excited you've made us?" 

Without hesitation, I nodded. I was burning up, a fire igniting beneath my skin. "I'm... oh God, I'm gonna come!"

I turned to the stranger, as if he could save me, but he was approaching his own release. His face, full of pleading, let me know he was struggling to last. "Once you do," he rasped out, "I'm gonna paint that gorgeous body of yours with my cum. Be a good little slut and give it up for us!"

Those words summoned forth contractions so powerful that they wrenched my muscles. My eyes rolled as my fingers clawed at the wood beneath me. My climaxes were never delicate, but this one made a mockery of all others. I figured I looked as though I was being electrocuted while writhing on that table, but I was far beyond caring. 

I vaguely heard Edwin's sharp intake of breath, a clear signal that he was close, too. Yet his skin continued slapping against mine in our obscene display. 

The stranger climaxed with a groan, his semen raining down upon my breasts and belly. I had little time to register that hot seed on my skin before Palmer quietly said my name. Still shaking, I met his eyes. 

"Where do you want my cum, baby?" he asked. 

Wordlessly, I extended my tongue, drawing a sound like a whimper from his lips.

Edwin seemingly defied impossibility by fucking me even harder. "Such a good girl," he panted, "letting him come on that beautiful face!"

Palmer appeared almost pained while jerking with a rough grip. Patiently, I waited, my tongue ready for its first taste of his essence. But I wasn't at all prepared for just how much he had to give me. Semen spurted not only onto my tongue, but across the bridge of my nose, and upon my chin and right cheek. I was pretty sure I had some of it in my hair. Instinctively closing my eyes, I swallowed his cum, enjoying its surprising mildness.

"Damn, that's a huge load!" the stranger said through low laughter. 

Edwin coaxed forth a final orgasm from my core before pulling out. His cock was slick with my fluids, and it took only a few strokes for him to reach his own climax. He chose to mark my lower belly and mound, his moan one of visceral satisfaction. 

I'd barely registered Palmer's absence before he was back again, this time with a warm, wet cloth. His cock now put away, he gently cleansed my face of his cum. A pleasurable shiver coursed through me from his attention. 

"I can't tell you how much I needed that, Jade," he said. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Oh, I absolutely did!" An elated giggle escaped my lips, proving my words true.

The stranger, having straightened his own clothes, grazed my forearm with the backs of his fingers. "Thank you," he whispered, his smile kind. Then he was gone, down the hallway toward the back exit. 

Edwin waited until his friend had mopped all traces of semen from my tits and belly before taking the cloth and tending to my pussy. Releasing a soft sigh, I basked in the intimate act. 

When he reached for me, I happily let him draw me into his embrace. We shared a deep kiss, full of affection. "How do you feel?" he whispered. "Still self-conscious?" 

Smiling, I shook my head. "I don't think I'll ever feel self-conscious again. And I have three amazing men to thank for that."