Frank and I had just finished having sex and were lying together in the afterglow of a great orgasm. We always had interesting conversations, and this one led to talking about our fantasies. He asked me what mine were, and I told him I was living my fantasy. We started talking about my husband and how I enjoyed having sex in front of him with random guys. He seemed really intrigued by this idea. He said watching a woman have sex was one of his fantasies, too.

When he told me that, I laughed a little and said he had already seen me playing with myself. He said that was such a great experience, but he meant watching a guy and girl please each other sexually.  He said he wanted to see the looks on each of their faces as they tried different things. We talked a little more about it, and I admitted I love being watched. 

After discussing it with my husband, we made Frank’s fantasy a reality a short time later. We even had our first threesome together that night. Frank and I had anal sex for the first time while my husband got a blow job. Frank seemed to enjoy watching as much as my husband did.

In the meantime, curiosity got the best of me, and I checked my dating profile. After reading through all the emails, one really intrigued me. Not because of anything he wrote; in fact, his email gave off a very egotistical attitude, as did his profile.  His profile picture was of this absolutely beautiful man with muscles ripping out of his shirt. I immediately knew I had to be with this man! 

Over the course of the next few days we emailed back and forth.  The emails took on a sexual tone immediately. In the first reply back, he asked what I thought about premarital sex because he didn’t want to waste his time talking with someone who didn’t enjoy sex. I didn’t have a problem because all I wanted to do was see him naked.

That weekend we made plans to meet for a breakfast date in a town that was almost 2 hours away. Arrangements were made for my husband and me to have the weekend free of kids, so we got a hotel room just down the road from the restaurant. 

The morning came, and I dressed in a form-fitting short dress. This dress was see-through in the right light, which was perfect because I wanted him to see I had nothing on underneath. When I met him, I was in awe. He was very fit and muscular with long hair. I hugged him, and he smelled amazing.

He commented about how sexy I looked and then patted my butt, letting his hand rest on it as I turned to head to our table. All during breakfast he talked about himself and how great he was. I didn’t hear much of what he said as I was looking at his arms and fantasizing about them wrapped around my back.

As breakfast ended, he asked if I wanted to go to his place and see his home gym. I laughed a little at the absurd statement and said sure. I think he knew what I was laughing about. I offered to follow him in my car and asked for his address, and I called my husband on the way to tell him where I would be.

When we got to his house, he helped me out of the car and put his arms around my waist, resting his finger on one of my butt cheeks. We walked into the house that way.

Once inside he led me to his gym. He really had it done up nice with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He gave me a quick demonstration and then scooped me up in his arms, kissing me. I didn’t hesitate for a second! My arms were around his head as my tongue kept wrapping around his.

We broke our kiss long enough for him to pull my dress over my head and off. He said “nice” when he realized I had nothing on underneath. I kissed him heartily again and then told him to show me his bed.  He reached down and picked me up without breaking our kiss and carried me into his room, setting me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his body and kissed him passionately while he held me up without even breaking a sweat. He pivoted and rested me down on the bed.

I sat up, wrapping my legs around him while I worked on pulling his shirt off. My hands worked their way down his body to his pants, and thankfully they were elastic, so I was able to pull them down without any issue.

I started kissing his chest. I played with his muscular body like most guys play with my body. I was fascinated with it. He put a lot of work in it and deserved my full attention. I had never been with someone built as nice as him. I grabbed him and lay back, letting him lie down on top of me.

He enjoyed my body, but I could tell he was more turned on with me playing with him. I kissed him and then asked if he had a condom. At first he said we didn’t need one but then relented and grabbed one. I took it from him and put it on him and then guided him inside me. I was very wet in anticipation.

He was very long but very skinny. It was an awkward feeling as he was touching areas that aren’t normally touched, but I wasn’t stretched out. We kissed passionately while our bodies rocked together. I was just starting to build up to a good orgasm when I felt the telltale signs he was about to cum.  There was no attempt to slow down or last any longer to let me cum. I looked him in the eyes, and he made some weird noises and rolled off of me.

I rolled over to cuddle with him when he told me he didn’t like to be touched after sex. His attitude completely changed. We sat there in silence, naked as the day we were born. After about ten minutes, he said he had to get going soon. As I put my dress on, he thanked me and offered to do it again sometime if I was up for it.

I was kind of shocked at first, but then I laughed and walked out. He didn’t even get out of bed to walk me out. I was really irritated. How dare he use me for sex! Then I broke out laughing, remembering that was exactly why I met him. It couldn’t be a cleaner break for me.

I got back to my husband at our room and didn’t hesitate to take him to bed. I was naked with a flick of my wrist. He wasted no time in bringing me to a full-body-shaking orgasm. When he finished we grabbed a bath together.

We got out just in time to grab some lunch. Frank called, and as soon as he found out we were in the area, he invited us over for the afternoon. I knew what he meant by hanging out. I thought I could handle having two men’s attention the rest of the day, so I readily agreed, as did my husband. We had the hotel for one more night, so we decided we would enjoy it!

We went back to the room and gathered a few things. I threw on a sexy matching bra/panty set and covered them up with a loose-fitting and low-cut top with a flowing short skirt. I knew I would be naked shortly with two men all over me. I was super excited.

When we arrived I threw my arms around Frank and tried to give him a deep kiss. He gave me a quick peck and turned to talk to my husband. I was confused, and then he introduced us to his two friends who had stopped by for a visit. Oops!  I guess I messed up. That also meant my afternoon of being pampered by two men was not to be.

All of us were introduced as we sat down with some drinks. My husband sat next to one guy on the couch, so I sat next to the other one on the loveseat. We weren’t touching, but there wasn’t much space between us.

Our new friends were Alan and Aaron. They were brothers who grew up down the road from Frank. They both lived in Oregon, working together. They were in town visiting their family but came over to see Frank unexpectedly.  They both were friendly, but they seemed to have to act like they were the man’s men. You could see the competition between the two of them. 

As we were talking, everyone was growing more comfortable with each other. Aaron was sitting next to me. As we all talked, I found myself leaning over Aaron, resting my hands on his legs, to talk with the group at times.

By this time I had expected to be naked, with Frank and my husband sucking on each boob, so I was still quite worked up. 

After a while, Alan out of the blue mentioned how nice my legs were. I lifted my skirt slightly and held one up in the air, jokingly saying, "Thank you." Aaron reached over and ran his hand from my thigh to my knee, saying how much he liked them. I grabbed his hand and mockingly held it to my heart, thanking him. I made sure I held his hand against the bare skin of my left boob.

Not surprisingly, that changed the tone of the afternoon. Now the conversation turned to more sexual topics. We started swapping stories of some of our wilder times. My husband and I stuck to outdoor-related stories. I decided to let things go in whatever direction they went.

Aaron’s hand eventually found its way back to my thigh. At first he was resting it there, and then he started making small circles. I adjusted myself and moved a little closer. Soon he was getting bolder by making long strokes.

I turned and rested my back against the armrest and rested my legs on his lap. Everyone stopped talking and looked. I laughed and said if he wanted to give me a massage, who was I to complain? Aaron looked at my husband, who just shrugged and laughed. He took that to mean he was good to go.

The conversation started up again as he massaged my legs. With each stroke he got more and more under my skirt and focused on my upper thighs. Soon he was brushing up against my panties. I just enjoyed the touch.

I asked if he did backs, too, and turned my back to him, and he started rubbing my back. First over my shirt, then he reached under and started rubbing my bare back. My bra strap kept getting in the way, so I told him he could unbuckle it. After doing that, I told him to move, and I lay down as best I could on the loveseat, and he kneeled down, rubbing my back. He lifted my shirt up to my neck, and I decided to assist by removing it all the way, asking if that helped. My bra came off, too. He said yes, and looked to my husband who just smiled.

Here I was, lying topless, awkwardly on a loveseat in just a skirt, getting a massage in front of four guys. His hands started getting bolder and started rubbing my sides, brushing the sides of my boobs. As his hands worked farther down, I told him he could remove my skirt if it was in the way. He didn’t hesitate and unzipped it to remove it. Then his hands started rubbing my butt, first outside my panties and then inside them. Soon, he was sliding them off.

He jokingly asked if I wanted my front rubbed, too. Without any hesitation, I rolled over, much to his surprise. I had to remind him he was supposed to be massaging me, and he started up again. Soon he was massaging my breasts, and I was turned on beyond the point of no return. I started moaning. He worked his hands down and in small turns would tease, getting between my legs. I instinctively arched my hips every time he got closer. Soon his hands were on me and then in me.

I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled Aaron in for a deep kiss. Here I was completely nude, with fingers inside me, making out with a guy, and 3 fully clothed guys were watching. I was so turned on.

I pulled Aaron's shirt over his head and told him to take his pants off. I sat up, and as soon as his pants were down, I took him in my mouth. I wanted him inside me so I only kissed his member for a little while before asking Frank for a condom, which he tossed over after grabbing one out of his nightstand. I put it on him after giving it one final kiss, and then told him to sit down.

I climbed on top of him and lowered myself down. He slipped in pretty easy since I was so turned on. I rested a second or so with him fully in me before I started rocking back and forth. I reached down and fed my nipple into his mouth and then started fully fucking him. It wasn’t very long before I worked my way into a full orgasm. As I was cumming, I told him to cum with me, and that did the trick.

Soon, I was resting in his lap with him inside me, giving him a passionate kiss. I reached down and pulled him out while thanking him. I walked over to Alan, sat in his lap, and said, "Hi."

I started passionately kissing him, and he kissed me back. I took his shirt off and then unbuckled his pants while I pulled him out to study his penis. I opened my mouth and took him in.

I told him I needed him in me. "Get your pants off."

Frank handed me another condom, and I slipped it on.

I lay down with my head resting on my husband's lap; I spread my legs, and as Alan climbed between my legs, I guided him inside me. I had to tell him to go slow while I loosened up.

Soon, he was all the way in while I was grinding against him. He grabbed my right leg and lifted it up into the air and started pumping into me heavily. I felt myself building up to an orgasm. As I started, I looked at Alan in the eye and told him to cum with me. That was all he needed, and before I was done he was pumping his condom full.

He collapsed down on me, and we kissed for a minute. I reached down and pulled him out of me, and then he climbed off and went to the bathroom.

I went into Frank’s room and grabbed a pair of athletic shorts and put them on, leaving me without a shirt. I came back and kissed both men passionately, thanking them for a great time.

I pointed to Frank and said, "I need a break, but you are next." I sat down at the foot of his chair and started talking like everything was normal. Soon, I felt Frank’s hand rubbing my shoulders and then reaching down to tweak my nipples.

I didn’t need any coaxing and climbed into his lap, making out with him. Soon, I had him up and stripped. I removed my shorts and had him put a condom on. I spread my legs as I got on the floor. Soon he was inside me, and we were grinding against each other. I could hear the guys asking my husband if this bothered him but was soon lost in the sex; I didn’t hear the response.

Frank knew my body well, so soon I was having another orgasm. I then stood up and leaned against the arm of the couch while he got behind and started fucking me. I was so turned on with my breasts hanging down, rocking back and forth while everyone watched. Frank must have liked it too, because he didn’t last much longer before he was filling his condom up. We kissed for a while, and soon he was getting up and heading for the bathroom.

I didn’t need another break. I immediately walked to my husband and pulled him up to strip him. I kissed his body all the way down, taking him in my mouth and getting him worked up. I sucked on his balls and then had him lay on the couch as I asked Alan to move. 

I climbed on top of my husband, but with my back to him and Frank. I looked in Alan and Aaron's eyes as I lowered myself down on him. I kept my eyes on them as I reached down, with one hand pulling a nipple to my tongue while my other hand started rubbing myself. 

I worked my way up to another strong orgasm. All the while I kept my eyes locked on the guys. I  leaned forward and started bouncing up and down on my husband. I could feel my juices were flowing. I felt my husband tensing up, so I stopped.

I wanted to leave these guys with a memory. I climbed off my husband and bent down between his legs and took him in my mouth. I focused all my attention on giving him the best blowjob I could. When he came, I swallowed all of it and then spent a long time kissing and licking him totally clean.  I stood up and smiled at Aaron and Alan. 

I was spent. I asked Frank if I could use the shower in his room. As my husband headed off to the other bathroom, I climbed in the shower and enjoyed a long hot shower. I dried off and walked out while wrapping a towel around my waist.

Everyone was dressed by the time I came out. I sat on the couch, and we all chatted while I remained naked except for a short towel wrapped around my waist. I wrapped a blanket over my shoulders but kept my chest exposed. We talked for about an hour like this. 

The guys were really interested in hearing about our relationship. I explained how my husband allowed me to sleep with whoever I wanted. My husband told them that I was his wife but Frank’s girlfriend. They asked me about some of my experiences. The dreaded question came up about who was the best fuck. I laughed and told them, "I don’t rate; I just enjoy." 

Aaron kept groping me while I sat next to him. Not to be outdone, Alan came over to cop a feel a couple times. He even stood me up and removed my towel while we kissed. He thought he was being naughty by not giving me my towel back, but I showed him by not hesitating to sit in the nude.

As it got close to dinner time, they asked if we wanted to go to dinner with them. We thought about it, but my husband decided we should go. So I got up, went to each guy, and gave them a passionate kiss, thanking them for a memorable afternoon. I slipped my shirt and skirt on, grabbed my undergarments, and headed out the door.

On the ride to the hotel room my husband asked me what I thought of the day so far. I told him it was amazing! I wouldn’t have changed a thing. He pointed out I had slept with 5 guys today, and I shockingly agreed he was right. This was a new record!

I have to admit, I was still turned on after being nude in front of 4 guys for a long time. I asked him if we should try for #6; we still had a lot of time left. He laughed and asked what I had in mind.  I said we could check our dating profile when we got in the room. 

As soon as we were in the room, I signed on. There was an interesting guy who emailed me. I responded back explaining I had a date planned tonight that was cancelled, asking if he was available. As luck would have it, he was. I told him where I was staying and asked him to pick me up.

Soon he was calling me from the lobby. I told him I wasn’t quite ready yet and gave him my room number. I was stripped down to wearing a short, thin robe. My husband hid in the closet.

He knocked, and I let him in and apologized that I wasn’t ready yet. He looked me up and down. I think he liked the amount of cleavage I was showing in my loosely wrapped robe. I kept patting his arm and getting closer to him.

We talked for a little while. He said his name was Tony. He lived about 20 miles away. I told him he seems like a nice and trustworthy guy.  I asked him if he would mind just ordering a pizza and watching TV instead of going out. I didn’t feel like getting all dressed up. He looked very shocked but said he didn’t have any issues.

I sat down on the bed and invited him to sit next to me. He had no issues sitting down very close to me. We talked for a couple more minutes before I told him to kiss me. He reached over and gave me a very deep and sexy kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me as I wrapped my leg over the top of him.

Soon he had my robe open and was playing with my chest. As he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, I slipped my robe completely off. I was really getting worked up as his fingers found their way inside me. I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss before he worked his way down my body to kiss me between my hips. I let out a loud gasp as his tongue found the right spot, and soon I was arching my hips into his face. The orgasm that followed was intense and created a wet mess.

I pulled his face to mine so I could clean it off. I really made his face wet. I then pulled back and told him, "It’s not fair that I am naked and you're not."

He stood up and took his clothes off. As soon as he pulled his pants down, I took his penis into my mouth. He was average to slightly small, so I was able to take him all the way into my mouth and reach my tongue out to lick the top of his balls. I pulled my head back and ran my tongue all the way back up to his head.

I stood up and kissed him deeply and let his hand massage my ass. I asked if he had a condom, but he didn’t. I went to my purse and grabbed one and rolled it on him. We both lay back down on the bed, facing each other and kissing. 

He reached down and pulled my upper leg up over his shoulder and entered me. We lay together kissing and started lightly rocking back and forth. As things started heating up, he pulled out and had me lay spooning him and then entered me again.

We started rocking back and forth into each other. I liked this; it was more natural. He reached around to my front and started rubbing my clit. That was what I needed for another earth-shaking orgasm. As I was peaking, he groaned and pushed deep inside me and came.

I turned back to him and kissed him deeply. Then we just stayed still with him inside me and wrapped up in his arms. As he started to soften, I helped guide him out. We stayed wrapped in his arms as he massaged me.

After a respectable time, he got up and cleaned himself up. I sat up on the bed and watched him dress. He asked if we should order pizza, but I told him he just satisfied my needs for the night. He seemed a little relieved and said he should probably get going.

I thanked him for coming over and having an amazing first date. He laughed and asked if he could see me again sometime. I told him I would like that, and maybe we could actually make it to dinner next time! I kissed him goodbye and walked him to the door. 

My husband came out and said how hot that was. He was already naked, so I went down and gave him a blowjob. He was done in no time at all!

I said, "Let's go sit in the hot tub and then order pizza." I put on my skimpiest bikini, wrapped in a towel, and we went down. There were quite a few people in the pool area when we walked in. I threw my towel off and sat in the tub. I felt a lot of eyes on me. I was tempted to go for #7 when a few younger guys sat in the tub and ogled me. I decided against it because I was pretty sore.

We headed back up into our room and ordered pizza. When our pizza arrived, my husband brought the older delivery driver into our room, where I had a towel wrapped around my lower half and boobs out proudly on display while I paid him. I chatted with him for a few minutes like it was natural to be nude. He left a happy man.

We ate, and I was exhausted. I reflected back on my day and thought about how I had sex with 4 new men, 6 in total. Even though the first guy was selfish and could care less about me, I still enjoyed his body and feeling that power between my legs. Alan and Aaron were good, but a little selfish. Tony took the award, though; he made me cum a couple times and was genuinely concerned with my pleasure. 

To this day, I am still shocked about this day. It felt like my Superbowl! What an experience and, oh boy, did I ever feel desired after that!

By the way, I saw Tony several more times, and it wasn’t until the fourth attempt that we actually made it out to dinner.