Christening the new apartment

I’m Katie. I’m 46 years old and I work in finance. I just got divorced after a long ugly battle and finally moved into my own apartment, starting fresh after twenty years of marriage.

I hired movers to help with the furniture because I’m not stupid enough to try doing it myself. Two guys showed up – Tyler and Jake, both in their mid twenties, both incredibly attractive, and they were both clearly used to physical labor based on their bodies.

I’m sitting here the morning after and my entire body is sore. Not from moving boxes but from being fucked by two younger men who took turns using me and then used me together. My pussy is so thoroughly wrecked I can barely walk.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was just trying to move into my new place and start my post divorce life. Instead I christened my new apartment by getting fucked on every piece of furniture these guys carried up three flights of stairs.

Let me tell you exactly how.

….

The movers were scheduled to arrive at 8 AM and they showed up right on time.

I answered the door and immediately felt my stomach flip because both of them were exactly my type in completely different ways.

Tyler was tall, maybe 6’2″, with dark hair and this lean muscular build. He had tattoos covering both arms and wore a tight company t-shirt that showed off his body.

Jake was slightly shorter, maybe 6’0″, blond, with broader shoulders and these piercing blue eyes that locked onto mine when he introduced himself.

“I’m Tyler, this is Jake,” the dark haired one said. “We’re here to move you in.”

“Katie,” I managed, trying not to stare at either of them. “Come in, I’ll show you what needs to go where.”

I walked them through the apartment, pointing out which furniture went in which rooms. I was very aware of both of them behind me as I moved through the space.

It was July and already hot, and within an hour of them working they were both sweating through their shirts.

I tried to focus on unpacking boxes but I kept getting distracted watching them work. I was screaming inside when I saw the way their muscles flexed when they lifted the furniture, and god… seeing their shirts clung to their bodies with sweat was… mmmmmm, it was just too hot.

I caught Jake looking at me more than once and when our eyes met he didn’t look away immediately, instead, he just smiled slightly before going back to work.

Tyler was more subtle but I noticed him too. His eyes kept on traveling over my body when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

I’d worn yoga pants and a tank top because it was moving day and I needed to be comfortable. Now I was very aware of how the outfit showed off my body and how both of them had definitely noticed.

By noon they’d moved most of the furniture in and I offered them water and a break.

“You guys have been amazing,” I said, handing them cold bottles. “Thank you for working so hard in this heat.”

“No problem,” Tyler said, drinking half the bottle in one go. “This is what we do.”

“You’ve got nice stuff,” Jake added, his eyes on me not the furniture. “Good taste.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling my face flush under his attention. “Divorce settlement. Figured I deserved nice things after dealing with my ex.”

“Recently divorced?” Tyler asked.

“Finalized two months ago,” I admitted. “This is my fresh start.”

“Well, congratulations on the fresh start,” Jake said, and something in his tone made it feel like he meant more than just the apartment.

They went back to work and I tried very hard to focus on unpacking but I was incredibly distracted by both of them.

I noticed them talking to each other in low voices occasionally, glancing at me, and I wondered what they were saying.

By 3 PM they’d finished and I signed the paperwork, added a generous tip, and thanked them for their work.

“You sure you don’t need help with anything else?” Tyler asked, and the way he said it felt loaded.

“I think I’m good,” I said, even though I wanted to say yes to whatever he was actually offering.

“Well, if you change your mind,” Jake said, pulling out a business card and writing on the back, “that’s my personal number. You know, in case you need anything moved later.”

He handed it to me and our fingers touched and the contact felt electric.

They left and I stood in my new apartment surrounded by boxes trying to convince myself I’d imagined the entire charged atmosphere.

Then I looked at the card Jake gave me and saw he’d written “Call me” with a smiley face.

I should have thrown it away.

Instead I stared at it for ten minutes debating whether to text him.

Fuck it, I thought. Fresh start, right?

I texted, “Hey, it’s Katie. The woman you just helped move in. Thanks again for today.”

His response came in less than a minute, “Anytime. You settling in okay?”

Me, “Yeah, though I could use help deciding where to put a few things if you’re not busy.”

The three dots appeared and disappeared several times before his response came: “Tyler and I could swing by after we drop the truck off. Around 6?”

My heart started pounding. I knew what this was. I knew what I was inviting.

“That would be great. I’ll order pizza.”

Jake said, “See you soon.”

….

They showed up at 6:15 and I’d changed into a sundress that showed more skin than my earlier outfit.

Both of them noticed immediately.

“You look nice,” Tyler said, his eyes traveling over me.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling bold from the glass of wine I’d had while waiting. “Come in. Pizza should be here soon.”

They came in and I showed them the furniture pieces I supposedly needed help arranging, and we all knew it was bullshit but we played along.

We moved a bookshelf, rearranged the couch, and adjusted a side table. It was the normal helpful stuff except for the constant brushing against each other, the lingering touches, and the eye contact.

The pizza arrived and I got them beers and we sat in my living room eating and talking and the sexual tension was so thick I could barely breathe.

“Can I ask you something?” Jake said after his second beer.

“Sure,” I said.

“Are we reading this wrong or are you interested in us?”

The directness shocked me but also turned me on. “Both of you?”

“Both of us,” Tyler confirmed, setting down his beer. “We’ve been talking about you all day. About how attracted we are to you.”

“You’re both at least twenty years younger than me,” I pointed out, even though my pussy was already clenching at where this was going.

“We don’t care about that,” Jake said. “We think you’re incredibly sexy and if you’re interested, we’d really like to stay.”

I should have said no and maintained appropriate boundaries. But haha… no.

“I’m interested,” I heard myself say instead. “In both of you.”

Tyler stood up first and offered me his hand. “Show us your bedroom.”

….

We barely made it to the bedroom before hands were everywhere.

Tyler kissed me while Jake pressed against me from behind as he put his hands on my waist. I’d never been touched by two men at once and the sensation was overwhelming.

My dress came off quickly. Tyler’s hands were on my breasts while Jake kissed my neck from behind. Both of them touched me while they were learning my body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jake groaned against my skin.

They walked me backward to the bed and I sat down on the edge. Both of them stood in front of me and started undressing.

Tyler’s body was lean and defined with tattoos covering his torso. Jake was broader, he had more muscle mass and was completely smooth.

And both of their cocks were already hard.

Tyler’s was long and thick meanwhile Jake’s was slightly shorter but even thicker.

“I want to watch you suck his cock,” Tyler said, nodding at Jake.

I looked up at Jake and he stepped closer with his cock at face level. I wrapped my hand around it and opened my mouth, taking him in.

“Fuck yes,” Jake groaned, his hand going to my hair.

I sucked him while Tyler moved behind me on the bed, unhooked my bra and started playing with my breasts.

“Your mouth feels amazing,” Jake said, his hips starting to move slightly.

Tyler’s hand slid down between my legs and found how wet I already was.

“She’s soaking wet,” he said to Jake. “Fuck, she’s dripping.”

I moaned around Jake’s cock and the vibration made him groan louder.

Tyler pulled me back onto the bed and spread my legs. “My turn to taste you.”

His mouth was on my pussy immediately and I cried out. Jake climbed onto the bed and kissed me, swallowing my moans, while Tyler ate me out with enthusiasm.

“You taste so fucking good,” Tyler said between licks. “I could do this all day.”

His tongue worked my clit while his fingers pushed inside me and I was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped against Jake’s mouth.

“Do it,” Jake encouraged. “Cum on his tongue.”

Tyler sucked my clit hard and I came, my thighs shaking around his head as I cried out loud.

But they didn’t give me time to recover. Tyler moved up and positioned himself at my pussy hole while Jake moved to my side.

“You ready for this?” Tyler asked, the head of his cock pressing against me.

“Yes, please, fuck me,” I begged.

He pushed inside me and we both groaned. He was thick and filled me perfectly and started fucking me with long deep strokes.

Jake kissed me while Tyler fucked me and I’d never felt so completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Switch,” Jake said after a few minutes.

They traded positions smoothly and then Jake was inside me and oh god he was even thicker and the stretch was intense.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jake groaned, starting to move.

Tyler moved to my head and I opened my mouth for him. I sucked his cock while Jake pounded into me.

They found a rhythm, fucking me from both ends, and I was completely lost in that sensation.

“I want to try something,” Tyler said, pulling out of my mouth. “You ever been with two guys at once?”

I knew what he meant and my pussy clenched around Jake. “No, never.”

“Want to try?” Jake asked, slowing his thrusts.

I should have said it was too much and too intense, but I wanted it.

“Yes,” I said. “I want both of you.”

They positioned me carefully. Jake was on his back while I straddled him with his cock inside my pussy. Then Tyler came up behind me with his cock pressing against my ass.

“Relax,” Tyler said, one hand rubbing my back. “We’ll go slow.”

He pushed in gradually and the feeling of being filled in both holes was almost too much.

I’d never felt so stretched. Oh God, I felt so full and completely used.

“Oh my god,” I gasped when they were both fully inside me. “Oh fuck, it’s so much.”

“You’re taking both of us so well,” Jake said from beneath me. “You’re such a good girl.”

They started moving slowly, carefully, while finding a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

“Harder,” I begged once I’d adjusted. “Please, fuck me harder.”

They increased their pace and I was completely overwhelmed. Two cocks were filling me while four hands touched me everywhere.

The sounds of all three of us moaning filled my new bedroom.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

The orgasm ripped through me violently and I felt myself clench around both of them as they groaned in unison.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Jake said.

“Me too,” Tyler added.

“Inside me,” I begged. “Both of you, cum inside me… I want to feel it.”

They both came within seconds of each other and I felt them fill me from both ends and it triggered another orgasm that left me shaking and gasping.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs as all of us sweated and breathed hard.

But they weren’t done with me.

Over the next few hours they took turns with me in different positions, different combinations, until I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum.

They didn’t leave until after midnight and they only left because they had an early job the next morning, lol. I’d have loved to have them fill my pussy up a bit more.

….

I’m sitting here now and my entire apartment smells like sex. My bed sheets need to be washed and my body is riddled with bite marks.

I feel so sore and used, but in the best way possible, haha.

They both texted me this morning asking when they can come back, and I’m already planning on surprising them tonight by wearing something sexy and hot…

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Welcome to The MILF Diaries – Volume 2. This is a collection of stories inspired by real confessions from women aged 35 and above. They come to me with their secrets, the things they’ve done, the desires they hide, and the moments they can’t tell anyone else about.

I change names and details to protect them, but the core of each story? That’s REAL . The diary is growing, and this is one of the many entries I’m sharing publicly.