“Sit, please, all of you, on the sofa,” and she pulled the top over her head, her lovely naked breasts falling free, the nipples plump with anticipation. She threw the top to the side, then stood in front of Simon, lifting her leg as she leaned on Marco and Sandro. “Take it off please,” and she pulled back as the boot slipped free, then repeated with the other. “Now, my jeans, please, and I don’t think we’re in too much of a hurry,” but as she looked to Marco she laughed, “or are we?”

Sandro was wondering if she would be naked beneath the jeans. “Stop, just for a moment. Does she have anything on under the jeans? Panties, a thong or g-string? Or is she naked? The one who is correct gets to have her first.” They all agreed, Aurora simply shrugging her shoulders.

“And in the event of a tie, Sandro?” she asked.

“As I said, whoever guesses correctly gets to have you first, so in a tie it would be two, or even perhaps all three.” Aurora thought about it, that this could go so many ways, but in each scenario she was the clear winner.

“Sounds fine with me. Who thinks I have nothing on beneath?” and she walked across the room and back so that they could better judge for themselves. The jeans clung to her perfect ass, the rear seam tight in the vertical crease that separated her full cheeks.

“Nothing,” voted Marco.

“A g-string,” chimed in Simon and Sandro nearly simultaneously.

“Well, let’s give you a look, shall we?” Aurora had never felt so naughty in her life! Here she was, with three handsome naked men with hard cocks, waiting to see her remove her jeans to learn if she was wearing underwear! Amazing! How her life had changed, and all for the better as far as she was concerned.

She gripped the edges of her waistband and pulled downward. The blue material lowered and her belly was revealed, then her mound, her dark hair short, then her nude lips.

“I win, I win!” Marco exclaimed. Then Aurora reached inside and pulled the thin black g-string into view and a long groan escaped his lips as Sandro and Simon gave each other high fives.

“I’m sorry, Marco, but I never leave home without underwear. Now, my lovers, may we go to the bedroom; this carpet can be rough,” speaking with a certain amount of carnal knowledge. She walked with Sandro and Simon, with Marco lagging behind, but from his perspective he had by far the best view, her gorgeous ass swaying with each step.

“So! You two are first with me. How to do it? Hmm. Simon, you’re the guest, so you should get some amount of preferential treatment, yes? So which is your preference with me? Should I suck you, or would you like to lick me? Or do you want to be in my pussy? Perhaps you fancy my ass? Not a bad choice in the lot, I think.” Aurora couldn’t believe what she was saying, but her pussy was dripping as much as Marco’s cock was weeping. She gave him a sly glance, saw him look longingly at her.