A little while ago, my husband, Harry, had two of his work colleagues around for drinks. That wasn’t unusual, he is their boss. They are nice young men, and over the last year or so I have got to know them quite well. We usually have a laugh and they are good company. Roger is my favourite, I really quite like him. He went through a messy divorce some years back and was really cut up about it. Brian, what can I say about him? He’s the joker in the pack. He’s the youngest and never married.

Brian is an out and out flirt. I don’t mind but he can get a bit loud sometimes. He is also very handsome, and he knows it. I’m sure you all know someone just like him. It probably won’t surprise you to know, that like a lot of women, I have fantasies. I often think about Brian when I’m giving myself a bit of finger relief. There was something in the way he looked at me. I knew exactly what he was thinking. I just hoped he didn’t know what I was thinking whenever I was looking at him.

As was usual, they both arrived with bottles of wine. Occasionally they would bring me flowers. On this particular night, Brian brought round some chocolate brownies. No ordinary chocolate brownies, but ones with what he called, ‘a special ingredient.’ Apparently, he knows someone, who knows someone who bakes them. He never said what the special ingredient was, but I guessed I probably couldn’t buy it in the shops.

I was in the kitchen when they were handed out. All I could hear was lots of laughter. They seemed to be having a good time. Whatever was in those brownies, it made them very happy. A bit too happy perhaps. Brian said that I should try one and my husband agreed. He said that it was fun and I would enjoy it. It was about ten minutes or so later, I was sitting on the sofa between Roger and Brian with a glass of wine. The men were laughing over the silliest things. Laughing can be very infectious; I started laughing along with them.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Brian said what lovely boobs I had. He then asked hubby if he could have a feel. Instead of getting annoyed, my husband just laughed and said he didn’t mind but he should ask me first. That special ingredient appeared to be removing all filters and inhibitions. As if it was just a normal question, Brian then asked me if I minded. I wasn’t sure what my husband’s reaction would be. Like I said, I had often fantasised about Brian. Blaming the brownies seemed like a good excuse, so I said yes, he could have a quick feel.

Next thing I know, Brian was having a good old squeeze. It felt kind of kinky. I was surprised at how much it turned me on. Having another man fondle my breasts is one thing, having my husband watch was something else. It felt so erotic. That’s when Roger asked me if he could have a feel. Again, Harry didn’t seem to mind, he just laughed. Now I had a man either side of me, fondling my breasts while my husband just sat and watched with a stupid smile on his face. I was shocked and excited at the same time. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I was starting to wonder just how far things would go before Harry said stop.

It wasn’t long before I found out. Brian said he wanted to have a better look. My husband had just sat and watched as two younger men fondled his wife’s breasts. Surely undoing a few buttons wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t say anything; I just raised my arms. Brian started to unbutton my blouse. I thought, any minute now my husband would say that’s enough and ask them to stop, but he didn’t. Instead, he just kept laughing. Once my blouse was undone, Brian and Roger started to rub my breasts through my bra. Still Harry said nothing.

Even after they removed my bra, he said nothing. It was almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world for his workmates to be undressing me. It’s a strange and exciting feeling, having two young men stripping me in front of my husband. It must have been obvious how turned on I was. My nipples were sticking out like bullets. Now I had a man either side of me, fondling my breasts and sucking on my erect nipples. 

I was getting so turned on at this point. I looked over at my husband; he just waved his arm and told me to enjoy myself. This was a completely new feeling for me. Somehow, being pleasured by two men whilst my husband sat and watched, was a real turn on. I can’t explain how or why, it just was. I have heard stories about husbands who like to see their wife having sex with other men. I never in a million years thought it would happen to me. But it was happening, and I was enjoying every single minute of it.

Roger put his hand up my skirt and started rubbing his hand over my stocking tops. His fingers soon reached my wet knickers, they were soaking. I started moaning as I felt myself cumming. Hubby just sat there, watching. By now I was sure that he was enjoying it just as much as me. I made no attempt to stop them. I could have, but I didn’t. Why would I? I was feeling horny as hell. What woman wouldn’t be? Then my husband decided that he wanted to get in on the action. Kneeling down in front of me, he slowly pulled my legs apart and slipped my knickers off. He raised my skirt and started to perform oral on me.

I just didn’t care anymore. I was moaning as loud as I liked. I had three men, all giving me pleasure at the same time. It was almost too much to take. The feeling of having both nipples sucked at the same time as receiving oral was just out of this world. Having all this done to me while my husband watched, and even joined in, made it even better. It must have been obvious to them that I was cumming. And I was, really hard. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was such a surreal experience. As soon as I finished cumming, Roger said he would like a taste.

Before I could even catch my breath, my husband had changed places with Roger. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again. Of course, Brian didn’t want to be left out, so he also took a turn. He was really good at it. He knew just where to lick, and where to suck. He even managed to get a finger inside me. That’s when I did something really bad and unlike me. I never swear, but as I was cumming again I screamed out. “Will one of you please fuck me?”

I really thought that would be my husband, but it wasn’t, it was Roger. He was the first one to get his pants off. I got up and bent over the sofa, I wanted to be taken from behind. I’m not sure if Roger was just so turned on, or the brownies were affecting him, but he came almost as soon as he entered me. Harry was next, he lasted a little longer. And then it was Brian, oh my god, Brian. He had a huge cock. He entered me slowly. I could feel my pussy tighten around him as he slowly went in and out. I started cumming as he sped up.

With one final thrust, I could feel him squirting inside me. He had managed to reach parts never before reached. It was gorgeous. I was squealing with delight. After that, they all took at least one more turn. I have never cum so much in my life. A couple of month’s worth of sex in a single evening. It was nothing short of debauchery. I felt as if I was in a porno movie. At one point I was masturbating Brian while Roger was inside me. But like all good things, it had to come to an end. The lads got a taxi home and I went to bed, totally satisfied.

I woke up quite late the next morning. I could still smell the cum on my body. Harry was in the kitchen, I could hear the kettle boiling. I put my robe on and went in. I wasn’t sure if he would be annoyed or angry with me. Surprisingly, he was mad at himself and very apologetic. He told me how sorry he was for giving me a brownie and for the way he allowed things to get so out of hand. He was almost in tears as he begged me to forgive him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I never actually ate mine. Some things are best left unsaid.