The adventures I've had with my boys, as I now think of them, and not forgetting the girls, Amy and Gaby, have made up my mind for me. I don't need to look for sex anywhere else; if they are happy to use me as they have done recently, that will do for me! At least until they get bored with their sex toy.

So I do not need to go looking elsewhere, dogging, or hotel pick-ups when there is so much eager and attentive cock available just two hours away. The only issue to solve is where to meet up with them, the boys, anyway. I'm sure there is always a welcome at Amy and Gaby's flat. Due to Gilbert, John's Lothario friend, getting himself expelled for making pornographic movies on University property, Rob, John, Jake and Pete were all interviewed as known associates, and there were also rumours, not unfounded, of illicit goings-on at their house. So it is unsafe to go back there.

My past life should provide a solution. Swingers often hire holiday cottages/houses for their gatherings, usually large and secluded places. So I started looking for something around Loughborough. There is a surprising amount of open countryside in Leicestershire/ Nottinghamshire once you get out of the urban towns. After many days poring through advertisements, I have found something.

A holiday let is about ten miles outside Loughborough, near the village of Thrinkstone. It is detached and advertised as a quiet country retreat. It features four bedrooms, one with an en-suite bathroom, two additional bathrooms, a secluded garden, and a hot tub. It was refurbished 18 months ago and has been used as a holiday rental since then. I need to make sure it's available when I want to use it. Perfect, it is available for a week in mid-October. The lads will be back on their courses by then.

As expected, when I told Rob about my plans, he and the other guys were all in favour. The booking runs from Friday to Friday, and I have invited them to stay for the first weekend; however, I haven't told them that I will be staying for the whole week. I will need time to recover. I hope!

The weekend arrives, and I am ready: the house is lovely and more secluded than I expected, which is great. I've stocked the kitchen with food; the boys are bringing their preferred drinks. Wearing knitted shorts, a matching grey long-sleeve top, and sensible underwear! I sit waiting for their arrival.

It's half past six when I hear cars in the driveway. Opening the door just as they draw up, I watch eight boys climb out of the cars. Eight? Oh, Sam and Tony, the footballers, I had forgotten about them. Never mind, there is enough to go around, and I don't just mean the food! I grin inwardly to myself.

They shout their hellos, and I reciprocate and beckon them in. They each carry a crate of beers—well, it is to last a weekend—and their bags.

"Drop your bags at the bottom of the stairs. I'll show you the bedrooms later," I say.

"Bring the drinks into the kitchen, and then I'll show you around," I continue. "As you can see, it is all open plan down here, with the kitchen partially screened off. Through that end door, there's a utility room, with a loo and shower off it, and a door into the garden. Follow me onto the patio," I instruct the boys as I walk out of the patio doors. "The hot tub is ready, but the barbecue needs firing up. John, you're the barbecue king, so I'll leave that to you. Feel free to explore the garden."

"Whoa," Jake exclaims. "You've hired this for the weekend? It must have cost a fortune!"

"Only a small one," I replied.

Nobody bothers with the garden; instead, they fetch the drinks and return to the patio.

"John, do you think you can master that barbecue?" I query as I see him looking at it.

"No problem, we have something similar at home," he replies.

"Good, fire it up then. And you guys can help bring the food and plates out," I point at Sam and Tony.

By the time we come out with the food, John has finished checking over the barbecue and is ready to light it up.

"How long till we can eat?" I enquire.

"About forty minutes," he answers.

"Enough time for a soak in the tub then," I suggest to no one in particular. "Tub rules: no food and no clothes, that's it.

"Are you OK with the barbecue? John, while we soak, you can keep an eye on us," I wink at him.

He grins in reply.

The remaining boys strip quickly and climb into the tub, as if they are shy. I'm not, and slowly lift my top over my head, fold it neatly, and place it on a chair, followed by my shorts. Then kick off my pumps, release my bra, and give my tits an airing; the chill in the air does wonders for my nipples. My knickers join the pile of clothes last.

I turn around, face John, and run my hands over my body.

He grins appreciatively.

"Come on, Sharon, the water's lovely," someone shouts.

Easing myself into the tub, taking care not to sit on anything untoward, I stretch my arms out wide and somehow find a cock in each hand. How nice. I give each a squeeze and a few strokes, then get up and move to the other side of the tub. Sit and repeat. This time, I stay in place and enjoy the looks of avarice and expectation on their faces. They're so young, and so want my middle-aged body. Oh, to have been blessed with such good genes.

With all the bubbles in the water, I can't see anything under the water. Is it worth taking a look?

Taking a deep breath, I slip under the surface; I still can't see anything. So I grab a random cock and slip it into my mouth; that's not going to work either, and I come back to the surface coughing and spluttering and kneeling in the centre of the tub.

"Sorry, guys, I fancied a starter as well," I splutter.

Seven bodies rise as one, and I am surrounded by seven rampant and, dare I say, expectant cocks. This is pure porn queen heaven!

Shutting my eyes and spinning around on my knees, I grab a random cock, by instinct and touch, and slip it into my mouth. Sliding it in until the balls rest on my chin and the bellend is pressing into the back of my throat. A gasp of surprise emanates from the surprised onlookers.

"Fuck, I didn't know she could do that!" one of the boys stammers.

Grabbing hold of his buttocks, I start pumping him in and out of me, fucking my face with his cock until he grabs my head and takes over the work, freeing my hands to work on other mischief.

Reaching out to either side, I find and take hold of two cocks. I rub them up and down, squeezing them, fingering around their heads, squeezing their balls, and then release them. I find two more at the extreme reach of my arms and do the same. All the while, the cock in my mouth pumps in and out relentlessly until it unloads straight into my stomach. I don't taste a drop!

Spinning about again and taking the next cock I find into my mouth, I tease its end, running my tongue down the length, in truth letting me get my breath back, before swallowing it whole too. Grabbing the next two cocks, I prepare them for their future destination. The second load of warm, salty cum fills my mouth; that's better; I can taste it and savour it as I let it slip down my throat.

No more spinning; I take the next cock in line and take him down my throat. He grabs my head and pumps me up and down his length while two more cocks get the hand treatment, squeeze, rub, tease.

Three down, four to go. Four down, three to go.

It's funny, I suddenly think. All the cocks are roughly the same length, with the only difference being a little in girth, some a bit more veiny, and one is circumcised. It's amazing what you notice when you're having fun.

Number five doesn't wait for me to find him, but he grabs my head and thrusts his cock into my open and wanton mouth. Violently ravaging my mouth and throat, desperation shows as he cums quickly and profusely, filling me with so much cum that I struggle to swallow it all. But I manage.

Six is gentler, but again, he finds me. His cock, veiny this one, slides gently down to the back of my throat, where he holds it for a while, enjoying the experience of his cock being so deep inside a woman. Then, with barely any movement, perhaps a centimetre or two, he pumps himself rapidly back and forth, cumming quickly and shooting his load directly down my throat. Another one I don't taste.

The last, but not least, cock finds my mouth. This cock takes long, measured strokes, six inches in and six inches out. Repeat until the job is done. I have also just realised that I've done very little, if any, work, apart from the first cock that I tongued briefly; they have all taken control and simply fucked my face. I get awakened from my thoughts as it unloads into my mouth, barely in my mouth; this cock is just past my lips. I lap it up avidly.

Leaning back, I open my eyes. I'm finished. Or not. John is standing proudly in front of me, his cock bouncing up and down in expectation. Who am I to disappoint a voyeur's cock?

Taking it in hand, I squeeze his balls with one hand and nip the base of his cock with the other, nibble his head with my lips, and slide my fingers up and down his length before slipping my head over it. Hiding him deep inside me, with his balls resting on my chin, I suck hard, getting him just that little bit deeper. That's enough; he shoots into my stomach, filling me with much-needed protein.

Slipping off him, I look up and say, "I take it the food is ready."

"And I bet you don't want sausage in your roll," he laughs back.

"I know better places for sausage," I quip.

I grab a towel as I leave the tub, dry myself off, then wrap it around myself.

The boys have put on their boxers and/or T-shirts. I grab a burger and salad and sit in a chair under a heater. I'll leave the sausages till later!

General banter, eating, and drinking continue for the next hour or so until Rob walks over to me, reaches down, and pulls the towel open, exposing my nakedness. He grabs my legs and drapes them over the arms of the chair. Kneeling in front of me, he takes hold of my hips and slides me to the edge of the chair. Looking up, smiling, he says, "My turn to eat."

Burying his face between my gaping legs, he begins lapping at my pussy with his tongue. Gently and slowly, he circles my pleasure centre, teasing and tormenting me before his tongue runs the entire length of my still-closed slit, from bottom to top. He stops to lap at my clitoris, my sensitive nub responding enthusiastically to the attention before he runs back down my slit and then pokes his tongue into my hole, teasing at the opening and pulling suddenly away from me.

"Bugger, this is uncomfortable. Help me get her on the table," Rob says.

Willing hands pick me up out of the chair and set me on the edge of the table, laying me down and pulling my legs up and apart.

Rob pulls up a chair and sits in front of my gaping pussy.

"This is better," he quips as he continues where he left off.

While Rob teases my pussy, many willing hands are running over the rest of my body. Down my legs, over my stomach, and, of course, my boobs get their share of attention. I am being stroked, squeezed, and nipped.

Someone climbs onto the table, straddles my head and bends forward, pushing Rob away as he does, and takes his place at my pussy. He is not as gentle as he sucks my lips into his mouth, stretching and chewing at them, and then at my clit. Sucking it hard into his mouth, he nibbles at it painfully.

Two can play that game, and grabbing his cock I feed it into my mouth and make him wince as I bite down on it. Holding it between my teeth as I slide it in and out of me, I nibble around the head. He does the same to my clit and lips.

"Enough messing about. Let's fuck the slut," someone, Jake, I think, shouts.

The boy on top of me gets pulled away, and a cock slides straight up my pussy. Resistance is non-existent; my pussy is so wet and ready.

It is Jake fucking me, I see, as the lad who was straddling me moves away. Nice, long, steady strokes as his cock ploughs my silky furrow. This is what I want.

As Jake continues taking his pleasure in me, two lads start feeding on my tits and sucking hard on my nipples, stretching and pulling them.

Jake's pace quickens, and he fills me with warm cum, leaving me several strokes short of an orgasm. Never mind, he is quickly replaced by another eager cock. I don't bother to look and keep my eyes closed. I just want to be used by all these young cocks.

Eager this lad is too, thrusting hard and fast, rubbing his cock over my inner G-spot and rapidly completing what Jake started as a hip-lurching orgasm rips through me. I lift my hips so high the cock gets pulled out of me, and at just the wrong moment, as he shoots his load over my bum cheeks. Much to his annoyance, if his language is anything to go by!

I get rolled onto my side, and my knees are pushed up to my chest, exposing my pussy as a tight slit. A fallacy, as the next cock still slides easily into it. Ohh, this angle is so lovely; the cock is nudging my G-spot on every stroke, sending shivers through my body in expectation of another orgasm. But he's too quick and fills me with his sticky load far too soon.

Rolled over onto my knees, still tucked into my chest, I am entered from behind. This cock, disappointingly, misses my G-spot, not that I am complaining; it still feels so good as it slides over my silky inner walls. This one has stamina, too, as he pumps into me for a long time. Nice steady strokes are interspersed with brief, furious fucking, teasing, and tormenting in equal measure until he pushes me over the edge, and a quivering orgasm engulfs me. Still, he keeps going, pounding and probing my inner depths until, at last, he finishes with a furious flourish. Then he leaves his cock inside me to slip out of its own accord as it deflates naturally, quickly followed by a river of mixed juices running down my thighs.

Now resting on the table on all fours, a cock quickly enters me from behind, and another is presented to my mouth, which I gladly swallow. This is no blow-job, though, but another face-fuck. Two cocks pound into me as though I have two pussies. Balls slap into my chin and against my clit, both bringing a level of pleasure and excitement. Both cocks cum at the same time, flooding my body with lovely warm juices.

And so it continues, cock after cock, positions changed and repeated. Cum shot into me and over me. Fucked fast, fucked slow, and everything in between. I have no idea how many guys are here now, for surely more than the eight that first arrived.

It's over; no more cocks are using me, and I slowly open my eyes and sit up. Being a bit giddy, I take a while to orient myself and get my body back under control. Looking around, I see the lads all in the hot tub, all eight drinking beer. No more!? The wonders of youth! They must have taken me more than once each. It certainly feels like I have been fucked more than eight times. Not that I'm complaining!

They see me getting off the table, wave, and invite me to join them.

Looking down at myself, I reply. "I think I'll clean up first," then I walk indoors and to the shower.

Walking back out to the patio and being surprised by just how cold it is, my body immediately erupts with goosebumps, and my nipples push forward into the night. Shivering involuntarily, I pull my towel tighter around myself, not that it makes me any warmer.

"Can you bring some drinks over? Please," someone shouts.

I pick up a crate and hand out the drinks before taking one for myself and climbing into the hot tub's lovely warm waters.

"When did you discover you liked sex so much?" Tony asks. Rob and John have been told before. The rest of them have not.

"It was my husband Ken's idea. We had a very good sex life, but after a few years, you go off the boil, so to speak. We both realised this and tried a few things. Toys, dressing up, date nights, to name a few. None of which worked for very long. Until Ken suggested that I try to pick up random guys, perhaps at a hotel or on holiday, and have sex with them." I pause. "It took me a while to agree, but once it had happened, we realised that being shared was the way to go for both of us. We then tried different formats, sex clubs, swinging, and even dogging, and that's when I discovered my love of group sex or gangbangs."

"And she kept this all hidden from everybody," Rob adds. "We all thought she was a bit of a prude, even if she did have a rocking body."

"Right up to my fiftieth birthday, when I broke the two golden rules: don't involve anyone you know, and don't play at home." I take up the story again. "It was the alcohol that lowered my guard. You may have noticed that I never drink alcohol at home or in my prim and proper persona."

"Your secret is safe with us," John pipes up.

"Too right, we don't want to lose a good thing," Rob confirms eagerly as he grabs hold of me, pulls me up, turns me around, bends me over, and plants his cock into my pussy.

He ploughs into me, his balls and my tits splashing over the surface of the water, adding to the maelstrom of the tub.

"You heard her, boys, she likes a gangbang. Let's all do her again," Rob laughs. "If you've got enough left, that is."

It's soon apparent that most of the lads are too drunk and/or tired to make use of me again, and only three of them manage to screw me again.

Never mind, I muse as we all relax with fresh drinks in hand in the warm waters.

Yes, I think to myself as I relax in the warm water; I have to book this place again. I've been fucked at least twenty times tonight, and there is still tomorrow to come! Where else will I get that much sex? And the lads are so eager to please. I must make the most of it while they still find me interesting.

"What are the sleeping arrangements, Sharon? We need to get some shut-eye," Sam jolts me from my thoughts as he slurs through glazed eyes.

Everybody nods in agreement, and we make our way back inside. I cover the hot tub; you only have to press a button. Easy.

Clive and Pete are the smallest lads, and I show them into my bedroom, not that they know it is mine yet. I was counting on having six guys and a bed to myself; now I'll have to share.

After guiding the others to their respective rooms, I return to mine.

Clive and Pete are already in bed, one on either side of it, as far apart as they can get, and they look up as I walk in.

"Sorry, I'll have to share with you. I've run out of bedrooms," I inform them cheerily.

I walk past them into the en-suite, shower and clean myself up before returning to the bedroom, where I find the two lads fast asleep. I giggle to myself and crawl up the bed between them and snuggle down to sleep.