There’s a saying that life is what happens to all of your plans.  Well, that couldn’t have been truer than this past weekend.  You see, I’m what people call a “Hot Wife,” a shared one, more appropriately, an insatiable slut, but a very happy one for sure. 

I know some ladies don’t like that term, but I’ve earned it, starting in high school and taking it further and ever lustier as I’ve evolved. 

My wonderful and supportive husband Ken and I have a circle of special friends.  We call them our regulars, and it consists of a large line up of very nice, handsome and polite men, plus a handful of sexy, open minded lovely ladies.  We often host parties, some smaller, some pretty big. 

I had Saturday off work from my restaurant supervisor’s job at a large local hotel.  The next day would be back to work, so we had some free time Saturday afternoon.  I knew what I wanted, but then my plan was foiled.  A big storm settled in with downpours, thunder and lightning, and with the house shaking, it didn’t seem an appropriate occasion to host a few of our fine gentlemen friends for some fun. 

You see, I’m addicted to oral sex.  I absolutely love and need to suck cock.  Not just my husband’s, but lots of them.  I thrive on it.  Oh, I like all kinds of other sexy activities as well, including getting with our girlfriends, but hard cock in my mouth and down my throat… well, that’s catnip to me. 

So, the plan was to text maybe three guys to come over for me to satisfy my needs and get my fresh man juice rewards.  The storm, on the other hand, had its own plan, and it rumbled and shook for hours.  It was not fit for man nor beast, so we just hunkered down and hoped the power didn’t go off. 

Sunday was an early start, but that meant I’d be home in time to maybe have some fun in the afternoon.  The storm was passing and by noon, blue sky broke out.  It actually became quite a lovely day.  Not warm enough for the pool, but very nice, for sure. 

I was, in a word, horny.  I’d missed my planned session the previous afternoon, and was aching to give some pleasure Sunday afternoon.  Really aching.  I helped Ken hand pick the guys I wanted to come over for a session, and with a few texts he had commitment on short notice from three of them.  That would be plenty to help sooth my intense current urges. 

A steamy, luxurious bubble bath was definitely in order, along with sip of vino.  I wandered the house in anticipation after, in only a lacy white thong.  My prominent, natural and perky 36DD’s on display and longing for attention. 

At the anticipated moment, all three men arrived, and Ken ushered them into the living room so we could all chat and they could give me some kisses and re-familiarize themselves with my breasts. 

My stain resistant, easy clean plump cushion lay on the living room floor.  These men knew what that meant.  A lot of men knew what that meant.  I’ve been proud owner of that cushion for many years, and have had an awesome amount of fun kneeling on it.  In fact, just for fun we recently came up with a name for my oft utilized pillow.  It is now known as “Suzanne Plushette.”

I shimmied over to my cushion and slowly knelt down at a right angle to the sofa so anyone sitting on it would get the best view of the goings on.  Then I asked the guys not what they wanted.  We all knew that.  But how did they want it? 

Ken said, “I’ll go last.”  He likes that.  I’ll explain that in a bit. 

The others chatted for a few seconds, reached an agreement, and Brian responded for them. “How about you switch suck Paul and me?” 

I just smiled and waved them over.  Their shirts were off and pants around the ankles. Sexy, fit men.  With a few of my adept strokes and kisses, plus some expert ball massaging, they were fully hard and ready.  

One purplish, supple cock head in my mouth, then the other.  I love doing doubles like this.  Deeper in my mouth, lubing each of them with my saliva. Then my specialty.  Balls deep down my throat.  No gagging.  I get lots of practice.  

At my insistence, each held my head firmly and throat fucked me intensely, balls bouncing off my chin.  This was terrific.  They’d switch, and I’d get a load of fresh air in my lungs.  These men had visited many times, and they knew what worked for me, and for them. 

After several minutes of excellent face fucking, and very enjoyable cock sucking on my part, I could feel they were both getting ready.  I wondered if I might get them to cum at the same time.  It felt possible this glorious day. 

Their balls were tight, and I really wanted the best part of a perfect switch suck to happen.  I stroked their shafts and opened my jaw wide.  I wanted both big, beautiful cock heads in my mouth, and now.   

They were ready, and they both made sounds that are unique to every different man when they are about to release.  And then they did.  Two huge pulses of warm, fresh man goo erupted at once into my hot, slutty mouth.  Then another pair, then more.  

I was thrilled.  I’d got them to cum for me in perfect synchrony.   They are both healthy sized shooters.  I knew that.  In the past when I’d enjoyed this kind of successful moment, I’d spilled some of the load.  With practice, I’d learned to overcome that wastefulness. 

Swallowing was my only option so as not make any mess.  They were both still shooting their voluminous loads and I had to swallow some.  Not bragging, but you try to swallow with your mouth open.  Never mind the fact that I had two gorgeous, pumping cock heads squeezed together between my lips. 

Then, there’s that one other factor that always happens when a guy cums in my mouth.  I orgasm.  When it’s two guys at once like this special moment, it’s a big one.  

So, there I am, swallowing, still sucking on two fabulous big cockheads, orgasming, feeling my juices run down my thighs, and making sure they are getting the best from me, all at once.  Yep, Katie the multi-tasker was definitely in her happiest place at this very moment. 

I was quivering with excitement and had to squat back onto my ankles for support.  I continued stroking them as I savored and finally swallowed the last bits of their scrumptious, mixed man goo.  Then I took a few turns on each of their cocks and sucked out any remaining drops of cum that I could.  I love cum. 

The compliments flowed, from both of them, and from me, as we praised each other for a fabulous few minutes in my cock sucker’s personal paradise. 

I recomposed myself and called Randy over.  He has a lovely, thick and lengthy cock and a reputation for his ability to cum repeatedly.  He’s a favorite, for sure. 

I repeated the same dedicated treatment for him, and soon he gave me his first load of the day.  Yes, I orgasmed. 

Then it was Ken’s turn.  Why does he like to go last, you ask? 

He is straight.  A wonderful, supportive husband and a great provider.  But he has one naughty kink.  Of course, many guys like to watch their wives suck off other men, and he’s surely one of those husbands. 

But he gets a thrill from face fucking me after the other guys have had their fun.  He says it’s a rush to jam other guys’ cum down my throat and into my hot, slutty tummy.  He also likes to fuck my ass and pussy when he knows other guys’ fresh loads were just deposited.  Like I said, his naughty kink. 

He gave me a big load as he always does, then joined the guys on the sofa to relax.  They’d done their job, and sat there, smiling, smirking maybe.  I wasn’t done.  I needed more. 

I stood on wobbly legs, reached down and pulled off my soaking wet thong.  They all knew that signal.  Thong on means oral only, or blow bang for Katie.

Thong off means I need to be fucked.  These four men would be my targets for their deeply penetrating attention.  They peeled themselves naked in seconds.  I grabbed a couple of hands and pulled them toward our big bedroom.  They all surrounded my now fully nude body and checked out my boobs some more, and fingers slid around my engorged clit and gushing slit.  Juice moistened fingers also teased between my bum cheeks and in to my pretty pink butt hole.  I was so very ready, and I needed this. 

I told them I’d just had a nice bath, and was obviously basting in my own juices now.  But anyone that wanted, or dared since I was such a wet mess, could eat my pussy.  All four hands went up.  We laughed. 

Ken stood back and let the guests fight for the right to eat me.  While three naked, horny men play wrestled, I got into position to please them and myself the best.  I lay on my back across the bed, closer to the headboard in case anyone needed extra support.  My head would soon be over the edge of the mattress, perfectly positioned to accept cock into my mouth and beyond. 

For the moment I interlaced my fingers behind my head so I could watch the play fight and see would win pussy rights.  It was silly and really fun.  And the winner?  Randy. 

He dove face first between my thighs, spread me open a bit and gave me some long, slurpy licks.  What a great tongue he has.  Pointy enough so I could feel him tongue fuck me.  Then on to my clit.  He licked powerfully, and in about two minutes, I orgasmed. 

I was sensitive as hell, so pushed his head up for a short break.  The guys and I all laughed at him.  Half of his face looked like he’d been hit with a clear Jello shot.  That was all my juice, and damn, it felt good.  

Reaching down, I pushed the back of his head to let him know I was ready for more.  Two more minutes and I orgasmed again.  He’s good.  I was now super sensitive, so no more tongue.  

“Randy, now fuck me, please.” 

He didn’t hesitate and hopped up on his knees and placed my legs over his shoulders so his lovely cock could access my gushing pussy.  He entered easily with all the moisture that was lubing me.  I dropped my head over the edge of the bed, raised my arms and pointed at my face, suggesting I needed to be stuffed from both ends and right now.  

Brian won that race, and slipped his gorgeous long cock into my eager mouth for a few sucks, then fully down my willing throat.  Randy was fucking my vagina in earnest, and I had stiff cocks in both ends.  It felt so good.  

Now, I am pretty flexible, so Ken suggested to Paul that he get involved as well.  He got Randy to lie on his side and rolled me over enough so he could continue fucking me.  Paul got in behind me and I slung one leg over Randy so my butt area was open and available. 

Paul, gently but easily, worked his hard cock into my asshole.  Here I was, airtight again.  Filled by three cocks at once.  Ken reached in and massaged my tits, just to make sure all my pleasure centers were getting their fair attention. 

Soon he suggested I should turn my hips in the other direction.  That way Randy could fuck my ass while Paul got the pussy.  I continued getting face and throat fucked by Brian.  Fuck I’m a slut. 

This was round two for all the guys after I’d eaten their first cum loads, so they had better staying power.  Ken suggested they switch, but it felt to me like the guys were getting close.  Brian pulled out of my mouth, and Ken quickly took over.  Then Brian said, “Uh, Ken, you gotta move.  My load is about to pop.” 

Brian re-inserted, and soon I heard grunts and other noises. Not just from him. The other two as well.  Could this be happening?  Then, simultaneously, all three cocks that were jammed into me erupted in a massively intense mega semen explosion.  This was beyond epic. 

Three of the most beautiful cocks that I loved so much had just blown inside me at the same fucking moment.  The slut’s perfect trifecta.  I started to orgasm, and it was huge, unstopping, a magical moment that I will remember forever.  My whole body shook as wave after wave consumed me.  I gushed and squirted like a fucking porn star.  Good thing we have a washable absorbent cover on the bed for moments like this.  I think I even passed out for a few seconds.  Wow. 

The guys also realized what kind of super special event had just occurred here.  They stood as they recovered, then all, including Ken, high-fived and congratulated each other.  I lay there in happy disbelief.  What a wondrous moment in my awesome life.  Fantastic. 

As I recomposed myself, I remembered Ken hadn’t had his turn yet, and I also know what he likes.  I told the guys to gather around my face so I could clean all their cocks in my slutty mouth.  I slurped off any of my juices and a few drops of their remaining cum.  I loved it. 

Then as usual, Ken went last.  He plunged his hard cock into my throat and fucked it furiously.  I was enjoying the flavors of all four cocks on my tongue at the same time.  I was in my dedicated cock sucker’s nirvana again. 

Ken pulled out, walked around the bed, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and fucked my pussy doggie style.  He pulled out and fucked my asshole next.  He was thrilling me and I orgasmed, plus I knew he needed to fuck the cum loads already deposited in me. 

Randy was hard again.  Horny bastard.  He knelt on the bed in front of me and presented his thick, stiff cock for me to suck some more.  Ken alternated between fucking my pussy and asshole several times.  It felt great.  He was taking it slow, making sure I was enjoying every stroke of his great cock. 

Soon Randy was ready again.  I’d been working his cock thoroughly, since it would be his third load of the afternoon.  Ken was taking his sweet time fucking my lower holes when Randy started to make those noises again.  He held my head and exploded down my throat. I orgasmed for what felt like the hundredth time this session.  He slowly softened, and Ken told me he was getting close.  He asked where I wanted it, and I pushed Randy aside, turned my head to look back at Ken and smile, then pointed at my mouth. 

I got to taste all that mixed juice from my ass and pussy again off Ken’s throbbing cock, then he had his own volcano moment down my throat, pulling back so half his load stayed in my mouth to savor.  He knows what I like. 

One more orgasm as I swallowed, and I literally fell over onto my side and lay there in a semi fetal position, quivering, smiling, giggling.  I was overcome with sheer happiness and pleasure. 

What a day this had been.  Two loads at once during the blow bang in the living room, then three loads simultaneously here in the bedroom.  I never even dreamed such a thing was possible.  Now, I’m living proof. 

The guests had to go to attend to their own lives, but we had some great hugs and sincere ‘thank yous’ to exchange as we walked them to the door.  I was still nude and didn’t care.  I kissed each of them on the cheek as they left, then told Ken I definitely needed another bath. 

I was covered in some of my own perspiration, man sweat, cum, saliva, and of course, a lot of my own juices.  The bubbles in the bath water caressed me, and Ken thoughtfully brought me one more chilled glass of wine to savor and cleanse my palate. 

Relaxing in my bath, I figured we’d just have a nice dinner later and hang out for a casual evening. But my body disagreed. I was tingling, that cat on a hot tin roof sensation.  I realized I needed more.  I was still achingly horny. 

Ken must have noticed I was acting a little oddly as I prepared a light dinner for us, and he even commented that I seemed anxious.  Usually, after a group hot sex session I am very calm and satiated. 

Not today. 

“What do you need, Katie?” he asked. 

“More,” I replied. 

“Should I call more guys and girls for this evening?” 

“No,” I responded, “I need more cock.  In my mouth.” 

He knew what I meant and dialed up our local Glory Hole.  It’s a clean and safe adult store run by two nice ladies that happen to have a single opening glory hole booth in the back.  I had wanted to try a glory hole quite some time ago, but Ken had checked out the local ones and they were all unsanitary and in honesty, gross.  We found this new and nice one about two and half years ago and I like to go there maybe once a month or so. 

Ken sits in the booth with me on my side, and I make sure any guys on the other room know he’s there.  So far, I have always been treated with politeness and respect.  No rude dudes allowed. 

The shop was open, Ken was happy to report, although the lady he chatted with indicated that, being a Sunday evening, things would likely be on the quiet side.  I liked to go there Saturday evenings and there was almost always a fine variety for me to enjoy. 

I do oral there only.  I mean, I get nude in there with Ken, and encourage any men to reach through the hole when it’s their turn to check out my big boobies.  No point in wearing panties since I just gush girl goo as each guy cums for me.  Of course, Suzanne Plushette is there with me every time. 

These are random men, and I wouldn’t bend over and back up for them to fuck me through the hole even if they had a condom on.  I’ve got standards. 

It was a light crowd on hand as expected, but I still got to suck off six different cocks in a bit over an hour in the booth.  The access hole is large enough to get guys’ balls through for play and for me to suck on, and then of course I deep throat each of them and make sure to have every guy cum down my throat or in my mouth.  Did I mention I love cum? 

Ken gets to watch and after the first three or four guys he is so hard I need to relieve him so he can continue to enjoy the show.  He tells me I smile to whole time I’m in there, even keep smiling as guys shoot their cum into my slutty mouth.  

I have him bring a little notepad and pen so I can tell him if it’s a new-to-me guy or someone I recognize from a previous session.  This evening, I got to suck six new cocks, and I really like that.  Plus, that number gets added to my lifetime journal of total cocks I’ve had the pleasure of sucking. 

Hey, Ken has his kinks, that just happens to be one of mine.  I’m damn proud of my total and truly enjoy adding to it.  A lot. 

So, it was a slow evening by my standards, but a satisfying one, and it soothed my aches and urges, for now. I got dressed, grabbed my cushion, and we headed home. 

At home Ken took me into our bedroom, stripped me and had me lie on the bed.  He ate my sopping pussy and slurped up my juices from the several glory hole orgasms I had just experienced.  

He gave me another great extended fucking, then jammed his generous cock down my throat to ensure all the loads I had recently enjoyed were shoved fully into my slutty tummy.  He graciously added his, just for me, and I loved it. 

I felt satiated and gently drifted off into a great, deep sleep.  I love my slut life.