The house was too quiet. Neil was off on another business trip—always working, always distant—and the kids were staying with friends for the weekend. The emptiness gnawed at me, so when Sarah and Gemma texted about a girls’ night out, I didn’t hesitate. A drink, some laughter; maybe it would dull the ache of a marriage that felt more like roommates than lovers anymore.

The pub was lively, music thumping under chatter and clinking glasses. We claimed a corner booth, giggling over wine as if we were twenty again instead of staring down fifty. That’s when I noticed them; two younger guys leaning against the bar, smirking in our direction. One had tousled dark hair (Jason), the other blond with an impish grin (Karl). They couldn’t have been older than twenty-five, but their stares lingered on me, not my friends.

Flattering? Absolutely ridiculous? Both swirled in my head alongside my third cocktail when they finally sauntered over under some flimsy pretence. “Is this seat taken?”

Their banter was bold and teasing, with compliments about how, “You don’t look old enough to have grown kids. The thrill was undeniable; Neil hadn’t looked at me like that in years.

By last call, they insisted on walking me home. “Safety first,” Karl winked. My pulse jumped as we left my friends behind. What am I doing?

But the house was still empty. And when I heard myself say “Fancy a drink?” at my doorstep, their grins told me they knew exactly where this was headed.

The kitchen light flickered as I poured wine, too aware of Jason leaning against the counter, eyes tracing my body in those tight jeans Neil always ignored while Karl smirked at my undone blouse button and purred, “Someone’s been holding out on us.” His fingertip hooked lightly in the fabric and suddenly forty-nine didn’t feel so old after all. And the moment his hands settled on my waist, all rational thoughts scattered. This was madness. But then Jason was there, cupping my jaw as his thumb traced my lower lip, and the last remnants of reason crumbled under the weight of want.

With a low groan, Jason lifted my chin, his gaze holding mine a beat before his lips descended in a hungry kiss. He tasted like spice and sin, his tongue coaxing mine into a dizzying dance. Jason deepened the kiss, his hands impatiently undoing my blouse buttons. The material glided down my shoulders as Jason slid the blouse from me. Karl approached from behind as he reached for the clasp of my bra. With a soft click, the hooks gave way, and the straps loosened around my shoulders. The bra fell away, and a moment of silence hung thick in the air as the cool air hit my bare skin.

I could feel both Jason and Karl's gaze on me, a physical weight that sent tremors through my body. With a slow, teasing smirk, I took each of them by the hand and lead them in to the living room. "Boys … let’s get comfortable," I purred, guiding them backward until their legs hit the sofa. They collapsed onto it obediently, eyes locked on me like starving men at a feast. Karl’s fingers twitched toward me, but I shot him a playful glare - no touching yet.

Kneeling between their spread legs, Jason’s breath already ragged, I trailed my nails up denim-clad thighs before flicking open belts with deliberate slowness; zippers next. Both hardened beneath my fingers instantly hot and eager under denim. On my knees between them, I let my fingers trace the outline of their cocks through their jeans. hard and straining against the fabric. My touch was light but deliberate, teasing until Jason groaned and Karl bit his lip to stifle a curse.

Then, with slow precision, I slipped my hands past waistbands and freed them, hot and thick in my grip. God.

The weight of them filled each palm perfectly as I stroked lazily up their lengths, watching every hitch of breath when thumbs swiped over swollen tips just to see how they’d react, their hips twitching upward like they couldn't help it? Exactly what this neglected housewife needed tonight. Leaning forward, I teased each of them with a languid lick or kiss alternating between the flushed heads of their cocks. Teasing touches that had them shuddering, their breaths growing ragged, I knew exactly what they wanted.

I pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of Jason’s cock feeling him jerk under me before dragging my tongue up the throbbing length in one torturous stroke. His groan was ragged, fingers knotting in my hair as I circled the tip with teasing flicks. Pulling back just as he tried to thrust deeper into my mouth, I turned to Karl his hips already lifting greedily off the sofa. A breathy laugh escaped me before I took him between my lips, just enough to make his thighs tremble when I hollowed my cheeks around him. "Fuck" His voice cracked as saliva dripped down his shaft.

The rhythm was cruel, lavishing Karl until he cursed through clenched teeth, but then abandoning him mid-thrust to lavish Jason with wet sucks that left glistening streaks behind like some filthy trophy trail.

They were putty now, grunting praise, and pleas, while their cocks twitched against my tongue still denying them full relief.

A rough hand suddenly gripped my chin, forcing my gaze up. Jason’s eyes were dark, desperate. “Enough teasing,” he growled. As I stood up took off my boots and shimmied out of jeans, the boys' laughter rang out loud and unapologetic. "Christ, Anne," Karl chuckled, his eyes raking over my comfy plain knickers, no lace or silk, just cotton and elastic. "I didn't picture these under those jeans."

Jason snickered, nodding in agreement. "They look like something my grandma would wear." With a wicked smirk, Jason hooked his fingers into the waistband of my knickers, while Karl mirrored him on the other side.

"Let’s see what you've been hiding, Anne," Karl purred.

I barely had time to protest before they yanked them down in one swift motion. exposing me completely. My breath hitched as cool air kissed my bare skin, and then came their reactions.

Jason blinked, then grinned. "Fuck me, you're bushy," he laughed, not unkindly. Karl groaned like he'd struck gold, running a thumb through the curls with shameless curiosity. "Natural. Love it."

Their fingers explored with a confidence that left me breathless, Karl’s thumb circling my clit while Jason pressed two fingers inside, curling just so until my hips jerked.

"Fuck—!" The curse tore from me as heat pooled low, shameful and delicious all at once. They didn’t tease now, just drank in every twitch, every gasp as their hands worked in tandem.

Karl leaned down suddenly, his breath hot on my ear, "Bet your husband never touched you like this." They guided me onto my back, the carpet rough against my bare skin as they spread my legs wide; no hiding now. Karl loomed over me, his eyes hungry as he traced a fingertip along my folds. "So tell us, Anne," he murmured, voice thick with filthy curiosity. "How many cocks have been inside this pretty pussy of yours?"

His words sent a jolt through me, crude and thrilling all at once. I opened my mouth to protest but Jason cut in first with a dark chuckle: "At 49, I bet you lost count." Karl’s fingers slid deeper just to hear me whimper. I swallowed hard, my face flushed as I struggled to find my voice. I knew I should be outraged by their blatant question, but there was no denying the way my body responded. I felt exposed, vulnerable — and wanted.

Finally, I managed to croak out, "That's none of your—"

But Karl just gave a harsh laugh. "It's a simple question, Anne." He pressed closer, his fingers merciless. "How many? Jason smirked, his grip tightening on my thigh as he leaned in. "Ten? Twenty? Thirty?" He let out a low whistle. "Fuck me, Anne, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

The words were crude and meant to humiliate, but they sent an electric jolt straight through me anyway. My breath hitched as Karl grinned down at me, like he could see right through every weak protest I wanted to make.

"Go on," Karl taunted softly, fingers still teasing mercilessly between my legs. "Tell us the truth."

I bit my lip hard enough to sting but when Jason’s thumb pressed against my clit in slow circles? The answer slipped out before I could stop it:

“Enough.”

"Enough?" Jason repeated quietly with dark amusement. "That's pretty vague, Anne."

His fingers moved again, deeper and more demanding now, almost cruelly. "We want a number, not some bullshit evasion. How many men have been here?"

I closed my eyes, shuddering under their combined assault. They were right, I’d been with more men than I cared to admit. But to say it out loud, to put a number to that truth.

Swallowing hard, I forced the words out, "Forty, fifty, maybe more," The second the number left my lips.

Karl laughed, a dark, delighted sound as he stroked me faster. "Fifty or more cocks in this pussy? Fuck, Anne..." His thumb ground against my clit like punishment. Like praise.

Jason groaned above me, gripping himself roughly as he watched. "Bet you could barely walk after some of those nights," he taunted, his voice thick with filthy admiration.

And the worst part?

They weren’t wrong. Jason crawled on top of me, eyes locked to mine as his voice dropped to a low rumble. "We're gonna take care of you," he promised.

Before I could protest, he captured my mouth with his, kisses hard and demanding as he pressed me down into the carpet.

Karl's voice cut through the heat, filthy and eager. "Show her what a man can really do, Jay, don't hold back."

Jason's hands roamed south to grip my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I almost whimpered when he teased at my entrance, his thumb circling me like a promise of what was to come. Jason his eyes blazing with desire. "You ready, sugar?" I could only nod, my heart hammering against my ribs. Jason didn’t wait another second. With one smooth, relentless thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me in a way that made my back arch off the floor. A strangled cry tore from my throat as Karl laughed darkly above us.

“Look at you taking cock like a proper slut at your age, I bet you’ve missed this.” My body tightened around Jason in response, but it was Karl's darkly mocking laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

"That's it," he crooned, "Be a good girl. Show us how much you need this." Jason's movements grew more desperate, almost frantic and lost in his own pleasure. He looked like he could break me, like I was nothing more than a thing for them to play with. And I loved it.

"That's it," Karl repeated, "take it all, Anne. Show us how hungry you are for it."

My head spun, humiliated, thrilled, utterly powerless under their combined assault. How did they know I craved this? Karl leaned in as Jason's thrusts grew rougher. "Say it," he commanded, fingers tightening in my hair, "tell us how much of a dirty fucking slut you are."

I whimpered, shaking my head, but then Jason slammed into me so deep I gasped.

Karl smirked. "Oh, you like that? Then say it." His grip turned punishing. "Now."

Tears welled up as pleasure and shame warred inside me but my body betrayed me, arching greedily into their touch. And when Karl snarled "Don't lie to us," the words tore from my throat like a confession.

“I, I’m a slut.” My voice broke on a moan as Jason pounded harder, spurred on by my humiliation. Karl’s laugh was dark with triumph before he demanded more.

“Louder.” Karl leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as Jason's thrusts grew rougher. "Say it," he commanded, fingers tightening in my hair, "tell us how much of a dirty fucking slut you are."

Jason grinned down at me, sweat dripping from his brow as he watched me struggle to form words between ragged gasps. "You heard him," he growled, snapping his hips hard enough to make my back arch off the floor. "tell us how much you love cock."

Karl's fingers dug into my chin, forcing my face up as Jason fucked me relentlessly. "Say it like you mean it," he sneered—his voice laced with mocking sweetness. Or should we stop?"

The threat alone had me shaking my head frantically—because God help me, I needed this now more than air itself.

Choking back a sob of surrender, I finally shattered under their command, “I, I’m a filthy fucking slut who loves cock! I love it— nngh! — I need it!”

Karl’s approving chuckle was the last thing I heard before Jason slammed into one last time and everything went white behind my eyelids. With a ragged groan, Jason buried himself to the hilt, his body locking tight against mine as his release pulsed into me in hot, relentless waves.

"Take it, you filthy slut," he snarled through gritted teeth, fingers digging bruises into my hips. "Every fucking drop. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?" Karl watched with dark amusement as Jason finally pulled out and smirked down at the mess between my legs, proof of his claim on me. "Look at you," he taunted softly. "Ruined."

Dazed and trembling, I barely registered Karl offering me a tissue as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. "Here," he muttered, a gleam in his eyes. "Clean up."

My hands shook as I took the tissue, every muscle in my body still humming. He watched me silently, waiting for me to catch my breath, and I knew what was coming next. Karl's hand landed sharp and rough across my backside, making me gasp. "On all fours," he growled, his eyes burning into mine. "Show me how much you want this."

I obeyed without a thought, positioning myself how he wanted. Behind me I felt Jason's gaze like a physical touch, his words crude but not unpleasant. "Look at you," he chuckled. "Already begging for it. You're a real little slut for us, aren't you?" Karl's laughter was dark, his palm coming down on my arse again with a sharp crack that made me gasp. "Look at you—wobbling like a fucking whore who can’t get enough." His fingers dug into my hips as he lined himself up behind me, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Bet your husband never made you beg like this."

Jason crouched in front of me, gripping my chin to force eye contact. "Admit it," he demanded, thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "You love being our filthy little cock-slave."

I choked out a moan as Karl thrust into me without warning, deep and punishing, his hands anchoring me in place while Jason watched every broken expression on my face.

“Say it,” Jason snarled as Karl set a brutal pace behind me, each snap of his hips making my body jolt forward. “Tell us how much you love being used.” Tears streaked my cheeks but the words tumbled out anyway, filthy and raw.

“I love it! I’m just — nngh! — a slut for cock!” Karl's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slammed into me with ruthless force.

"Come on, Anne," he growled, each thrust punctuated by a sharp smack to my arse. "Take it like the greedy slut you are."

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, along with my own muffled cries as I struggled to stay upright under his punishing rhythm. He wasn't gentle. He didn’t want to be gentle.

“That’s it!” Karl panted above me, voice thick with dark approval as I whimpered beneath him. “Fuck yourself back onto me.”

Jason watched from the side, his smirk wicked, as he stroked himself lazily at the sight of me falling apart under Karl's merciless pace. "Bet no one’s ever fucked you this rough before. Bet you’re loving every second." Karl’s pace turned punishing, each thrust driving the air from my lungs as he leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. "That’s it, you filthy bitch, he snarled, teeth grazing my shoulder, "take every fucking inch like you were made for it."

Jason smirked down at me from where he lounged nearby, lazily stroking himself as he watched Karl wreck me. "Look at her," he mused darkly, "still wriggling that fat arse back for more, even when she's shaking. Pathetic!"

The words burned in the best way; humiliation and pleasure twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My voice was a broken mess of gasps.

“P, please! Don’t stop!” Karl delivered another sharp slap to my skin before gripping handfuls of flesh to yank me back onto him harder with a groan of pure dominance: “Begging like a common whore. You love this.” With a final, brutal thrust, Karl buried himself to the hilt, his groan rough against my skin as his release pulsed inside me. His grip on my hips was almost painful, holding me in place as he growled, "There you go. Take it all, you desperate fucking slut."

Jason watched, stroking himself lazily. "Look at her," he taunted. "Dripping both of us now like a proper used-up whore."

I trembled beneath them, exhausted and utterly wrecked, as Karl finally pulled out with a dark chuckle. My legs gave out completely as I collapsed onto the carpet in a boneless heap, but Jason wasn’t done yet. He grabbed my chin roughly and tilted my face up to meet his gaze, “Tell us, was that better than your husband?”

I forced the words out, my voice hoarse and ragged. "Y-Yes," I gasped out, . "b, better than him."

Karl let out a dark chuckle as he wiped himself off with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving my trembling form. "Knew it," he muttered. "All that proper wifely act, just hiding how fucking desperate you really were."

Jason stepped closer, tilting my chin up with two fingers until I had no choice but to meet his smirk. "Bet Neil never made you scream like that," he mused, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip, "bet he never ruined you properly."

The truth of it burned worse than their hands ever could because they weren’t wrong. My skin still prickled where they’d marked me, my pulse still pounded in places he had long forgotten existed.

And when Karl crouched beside me, his voice a whisper my ear, it wasn’t cruelty this time; it was something far more intoxicating.

“We’re not done with you yet.”