was thirty and heading to Dallas for a site visit three weeks before my wedding. I loved my fiancé but I knew that once I was married the wild version of me had to retire. I wanted one last story to tell myself.

The guys were Tyler and Grant. Tyler was twenty four and basically lived at the gym. Grant was in his thirties and didn't talk much but he had this look that said he knew exactly how to handle a woman. We spent the day training but the tension was obvious.

At the bar I wore this navy wrap dress with plenty of cleavage. After a few rounds of shots Grant leaned in and said they both wanted me since I walked in that morning. I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my room key and walked to the elevator knowing they were right behind me.

Once we were inside Tyler shoved me against the wall while Grant watched. Grant grabbed my hair and told me to make this count since I was getting married. I kicked off my heels and let the dress hit the floor. I wasn't wearing a thing under it.

Grant pushed me onto the bed and had me get on my hands and knees with my ass up. He got behind me and pushed in hard. He didn't use any lube or foreplay and I loved it. He was thick and it felt like he was stretching me out completely.

Then Tyler moved in. He didn't wait his turn. He knelt right behind Grant and I felt him pushing against me too. I gasped into the pillow when I felt that second head start to force its way in. It was a massive amount of pressure and I felt my muscles having to give way to accommodate both of them. Once they were both inside they started moving in sync. The friction was incredible because they were rubbing against each other inside me. Every thrust felt like they were trying to see who could go deeper. I was making these loud sounds I couldn't control while they just pounded away.

Grant held my hips while Tyler leaned over him and gripped my shoulders. They were hammering me from the inside out. I felt my whole body lock up when I finally came. They didn't stop though. They kept going until Grant finished deep inside and Tyler followed a few seconds later. We all collapsed in a pile of sweat.

In the shower my legs were shaking so much I could barely stand. They had to hold me up while we washed off. Three weeks later I was in a white dress at the altar looking like a saint. My husband was so happy and all I could think about was the feeling of being stretched to my limit by those two guys in Dallas.

That was how I spent one of my last weeks as a single woman.