It had been a while since I had experienced anyone other than my husband. Having to be safe because our kids were old enough to understand the way of the world, things had definitely slowed down.
Our bar games were limited because the opportunity to go out of town wasn’t readily available. We finally had one night where we could go out. I found I get better attention if I just wear normal clothes. Slutting it up, I think, overwhelmed men. So this particular night I had a white t-shirt, a black bra, and a pair of the Guess jeans. Anyone who remembers Guess jeans would know that they made an ass look great.
This time we decided to go to a movie and then have drinks afterward. My husband was ready for anything that happened.
At the movie theater, while waiting for concessions, I had a college-age group of guys chatting me up. Before we left, they invited me to a party at their house. I politely declined even though I was really turned on by young 20-somethings hitting on me. I was 31 at the time.
We ran into them again walking out, so I made sure I had a little extra jiggle as I walked to give them something to remember me by.
The next stop was the bar. Whenever we are in the mood for fun, we sit at the bar rather than a table. I sat next to this really handsome guy who looked to be in his mid-20s. He was talking with his friend. I “accidently” brushed my chest against his arm as I sat down. He introduced himself as Mark, and I told him my name.
Realizing I might be getting into something, my husband left me alone and was soon sitting at a booth pretending to be watching the crowd.
Mark’s friend took off, and he stayed. For the next hour, his focus was on me. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes and muscular arms. The kind of arms you get from working for a living. Soon I was resting my hand on his arm and rubbing his muscles.
I was shocked to learn he was younger than I thought. He was only 22. At this point, I wanted him so badly I couldn’t say no, thank you. Besides, what 31-year-old isn’t flattered that a 22-year-old wants her?
He said something funny, and I leaned in real close, laughing. He didn’t take the bait, but then I saw recognition in his eyes, and he leaned in and gave me a public, appropriate kiss. After that, he put his arm around my waist and scooted my stool closer to him.
We sat there talking and massaging each other; I held his arms, and he rubbed my lower back. Every once in a while we would steal a quick kiss. He then asked if I wanted to take a walk with him. I instantly said yes. He helped me stand up, took my arm in his, and guided me towards the door.
We were in a town that had a river walk. We walked arm in arm down the river; I knew what I wanted and had a good idea he did too. When we got to some benches that were not so out in the open, we sat down, so close our legs were touching. I rested my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. I turned and laid my legs across his lap as I rested my head on his shoulder. It was so nice to cuddle with this strong man. Soon, I turned my mouth up to his, and we were kissing passionately as he rubbed my legs. It didn’t take long before he guided me on his lap while I wrapped my legs around him and his hands found my butt.
When we broke from kissing, he started kissing my neck while I was rubbing down his sides and rested my hands on his hips. One of his hands worked it's way up to my chest and started gently squeezing them. We had to stop several times as people would walk by, one of them my husband.
I climbed off his lap and rested my legs across his as we kissed more. This gave me an opportunity to let my hands rub his chest and work my way down to his crotch. He was very hard and even a little wet.
I rested my head on his shoulder and was surprised to feel a bare hand on my stomach and then on my chest. I moaned lightly as he took one out and expertly played. I wanted this man as much as any other man I had been with. He really knew how to play with my chest. Soon I was kissing him and then moaning with my tongue in his mouth.
If we didn’t stop right now, we may just get too carried away in public. The last thing I needed was another encounter caught by the police. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away and asked if he knew of somewhere more private. He stood up and said, "Follow me."
We walked farther down the walk to a patch of trees, and he led me into them. When we finally reached a spot that was out of sight, I leaned against a tree and pulled him in for more kisses. Soon my shirt and bra were pulled up around my collar, and he was skillfully playing with my nipples using his lips and tongue. I held on to the back of his head and let him know how good he felt.
When he reached my mouth again, we were kissing passionately, and I let my hands roam down to his pants. I decided I would pull him out and see what he had. I wasn’t disappointed. He had a perfect head on his very thick but average-length penis. As soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted it inside me and wanted to feel his cum.
Soon my pants were down just enough for him to work his fingers in me. His muscular fingers started working their magic, and soon I was cumming with my lips locked on his to quiet down my moans. As I finished, I started stroking him, and then he surprised me and came. He was inches away from my thighs, and surprisingly, his cum landed all over my panties.
We kissed as we calmed down. Then we settled ourselves down, pulled our pants up, and I made him put my boobs away with one last kiss, and then we walked arm in arm back down the walk. Every step I could feel his cum all over my panties and on my legs.
When we got back to the bar, we went in and talked until closing time. As we were kissing goodbye, I surprised myself and leaned into his ear and said, “I am married, but I want to properly fuck you! When can we get together again?”
He turned his head and kissed me hard and then said, “How about Monday night? Would you like to have dinner first?”
I said, “We can order pizza after.”
He took me in his arms and kissed me again.
I had just gotten a cell phone, so I took his number and gave him mine. I told him he better call me, and he said he would on Monday at lunchtime.
We went in our different directions, and I soon found my husband sitting in the car. He was beyond words with excitement. He said that was the hottest thing to see you cumming in public by a stranger's hand. I told him about the discussion about Monday, and he said he wanted an address of where I will be but can’t wait to hear all about it.
Monday came, and I made sure I was ready to go. We spoke at noon and agreed to meet at the same bar where we met at 6:00. He gave me his address to give to my “friend” that was making sure I came home safely.
I left work early to shower, get dressed up, and leave before the kids got home. I chose to wear a white pullover top and a blue knee-length skirt. I didn’t feel a need for undergarments.
We met in the parking lot. I walked up and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply before saying a word. Since he lived less than a mile away, we walked arm in arm. I made sure to rub my chest against him to give him a clue I didn’t have a bra on.
The whole way there I couldn’t stop thinking about how great this is going to be, and decided I wasn’t going to make him wear a condom. I wanted to feel his cum in me.
We walked in the door, and he acted a little nervous. I reached up and kissed him passionately. When we broke, I asked where his bedroom was, and he led me in there. It was a lot smaller than I expected, and it was a smaller bed. Oh well, it didn’t matter since I was just there to get fucked.
When we entered, we kissed some more. Soon his hands were on my breasts, and then they started fiddling for the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms and allowed him to remove my shirt. I returned the favor for him and went straight to his pants. Soon I was pulling them down and off his legs. Then I turned my attention to his body.
The other night I didn’t really get a good look at his dick. I love a good penis so I was going to take my time with him and study every inch of this thing. It was thick, like a can of Coke. It wasn’t long but it wasn’t short. It was just the right size to stretch me but not to hurt once I got used to it.
I started playing with his balls, sucking them in and out and lightly kissing them. I worked my way up his penis, kissing it, and then stuck the head all the way in, wrapping my tongue around it. I took him deeper into my mouth and then started stroking him up and down, swirling my tongue around his as I went in and out. Due to how thick he was, I knew my mouth couldn’t handle giving him a long blow job. I reluctantly pulled it out and stood up.
My mouth worked its way up to his. We kissed passionately as I guided my skirt off my hips and stepped out of it. I then climbed on his bed; he followed me. Thank goodness I didn’t have any panties on; I was one step closer to having him inside me.
We kissed deeply, and then he kissed his way down my body to where my legs connect. He started kissing my thighs and then worked his way back up and buried his mouth on my pussy. I often wonder how people can learn to lick a woman, but some are just naturals. He was as much a pro as any guy I have been with. I was soon bucking with my first orgasm of the night. As I was calming down, I pulled him off and cleaned all my juices off his face.
We kissed some more, and then I grabbed him and guided him into my waiting legs. I expected he would have to take it slow to let me adjust, but he slid right in without hardly any resistance. I was so wet we made sloshing sounds.
Soon we were fucking at a frantic pace. I think he needed it as much as I wanted it. I was moaning into his mouth and saying things I normally don’t say, like harder, faster, fuck me. I was surprised at how badly I wanted him to cum in me.
My legs were spread far apart, and my hands were holding his ass tight into my body. We both were pounding each other. When I started cumming, he came at the same time. It was so powerful I could feel it spurting in me. I didn’t remove my hands from his ass; I just held him there, enjoying the feeling of him shrinking inside me and then his muscular butt. We kissed and snuggled each other.
He said he couldn’t help himself cumming when he did. I guess I was making some really sexy grunts and moans, and then my shaking orgasm sent him over the edge!
He said he doesn’t think he could go again but asked if I wanted to come over on Friday. We made plans for later in the night so I could tuck the kids into bed.
Next Friday came, and I wore a very short skirt and an almost completely sheer shirt. I arrived at our agreed-upon time and was surprised to see he lived with another guy! I got really turned on being seen dressed like this. Soon a couple more friends showed up.
I sat on the couch next to Mark. I thought we were wasting valuable time. I stood up, bent over, kissed him, grabbed his hand, and led him to his bedroom. As he closed the door, I took my shirt and mini skirt off and was standing there completely nude.
He came over and ravaged my nude body. It wasn’t long before I was having a strong orgasm again. This time I climbed on top of him and lowered myself down on him. I rode him to another strong orgasm, and then he came inside me again. I cuddled up, and we kissed some more. Soon we were off the bed and getting dressed. I looked at his bed, and unfortunately we made it very wet.
We went to the bathroom together, walking past the guys who were smirking. I was a little turned on; they probably heard us. We went in the shower and cleaned each other off and played a little. Then we dressed again.
It was barely 9:00, and I was hoping for more, so we grabbed some snacks and sat down with the friends. I am sure they saw I didn’t have any underwear, as I was in a very short skirt and see-through shirt.
They kept playing cards and eventually dealt us in. I felt a little more comfortable sitting at the table that offered a little protection. After another hour, the two friends left, and it was just me, Mark, and his roommate Shane. We kept playing cards.
Of course, with an almost naked chick, they wanted to play strip poker. I figured it would be over quickly since I only had a blouse and skirt on. Sure enough, I was naked in 3 rounds. I didn’t mind; I love being nude around others. We just kept playing until the other two were naked, too.
Mark was my guy, but I will admit Shane was not anything to turn away from. He was funny, which also turned me on.
We all went into the living room and started watching TV, still completely naked. Shane went to go to the bathroom, and Mark leaned into me and started kissing and fondling me. He stood up and brought me back to his room, but at the time I didn’t notice he left his door open.
We were in each other's arms working towards getting each other ready. Soon Mark was between my very stretched-out legs fucking me like an expert. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Shane peeking around the corner. I had an explosive orgasm!
Soon I crawled on top of Mark. As I lowered myself on him, I looked behind me, and Shane was watching. As I ground on Mark, I looked Shane in the eye and grabbed my boob, tweaking my nipple. Shane got brave and came and stood next to the bed.
I closed my eyes and focused on Mark. When I opened them, I saw Shane rubbing himself. I grabbed my chest again and brought my nipple towards my mouth and started licking it while looking at Shane. He looked so cute watching me.
Soon, I climbed off Mark, stood up, and leaned over the bed, taking Mark in my mouth. Shane got the hint and entered me without needing a second invitation. He was a little uncoordinated at first but soon found a great rhythm.
After a while, I wanted Mark back in me, so I mounted him reverse cowgirl and had Shane stand on the bed while I took him in my mouth. I love the taste of a man after he has been in me.
I turned back around and started kissing Mark again. I was open to the idea of what this may offer, and nothing happened for a minute; I thought Shane had chickened out. I was so deep in my kissing of Mark I didn’t know Shane came back until I felt something cold on my butt and then a finger go in.
That sent me into another strong orgasm. I don’t know how Mark hasn’t cum already, but then I remembered he told me he usually only can cum once a night.
My reverie was broken as I felt something pressing against my butt. I stopped grinding on Mark and looked back to see Shane was in position to enter me. I felt a little pressure, and then he slid in without much resistance.
I leaned down, kissing Mark again as I got used to the feeling, and soon they were both pumping me. I leaned back and kissed Shane passionately as he grabbed my tits, holding me up.
I wanted to try Mark in my ass and Shane in my pussy, but neither one lasted very long. Shane had a very strong orgasm, and Mark had a small one. Soon we were all snuggled into this very small bed, kissing and rubbing. Me rubbing the guys, the guys groping me.
As they were pulling out, the realization hit me that I let a new guy take me in the rear. I hoped my husband would understand. I have to learn to control myself better in the heat of the moment! Then I remembered my husband said I could do anything I wanted as long as no feelings came into it.
I got up and told them to come on; you made me dirty, and now you have to clean me. All three of us took a cramped shower together for a long time. I took extra time to clean them, and they took extra care to clean all of me off, especially Shane.
Afterwards, I stayed nude, but the guys put on shorts. We cuddled up on the couch and watched a little more TV. Mark was my main focus, but I still made out with Shane since he still had a little juice in the tank.
While each was playing with a breast, we had a discussion. I told them I was married but had permission to sleep with guys outside my marriage. If they wanted to continue to just have sex, I had no problem being their plaything and being passed between the two of them. If things started to get personal, it would have to stop. They both agreed it would just be physical and were on board with having an occasional booty call.
Before I left home that night, my husband told me that it gets late to come home in the morning before the kids wake up. I decided I was just going to do that. I grabbed Mark and brought him to bed. We kissed and massaged each other until he fell asleep. I dozed off too.
I had set his alarm for 5:00 AM. A little early, but I was hoping he would wake up to send me home with a present, but he kept sleeping. I went to grab my clothes, but they were in the other room. I walked out naked, used the bathroom, and then went to get my clothes.
I wasn’t too surprised to find Shane standing next to my clothes. I figured, screw it. I walked over and, without saying a word, pulled his shorts down and started sucking on him. I then led him to the couch and climbed on top. I leaned down and fed him a nipple, and he sucked on it, causing me to orgasm. He didn’t last very long before he was cumming in me.
As soon as he finished, I leaned down and kissed him and told him thank you. I climbed off, slipped my skirt on, buttoned up my shirt, and was soon walking back to my car. I grabbed a towel someone had left in the car and covered my seat with it. By the time I got home, I was thankful because I could smell the sex and I had leaked a lot of cum out.
I came in and woke my husband. I told him all about my night; he was so turned on. I apologized; I was too sore to even think about doing it, so I gave him a blowjob. He came in no time. I swallowed it all.
He was very understanding about the anal sex. Once again, he said anything I felt like doing was fine as long as I told him, and he reaped the rewards.
I continued to visit Mark and Shane whenever the opportunity came up. They didn’t have any problem passing me off to each other. Sometimes I would leave one bed to go to the other, but mostly I was with one at a time. A couple times we would all be together, but we didn’t do DP again. I have to admit, it was nice not having to worry about walking through their house nude.
I don’t know where Mark learned how to please a woman, but I always wanted to thank her because I received the fruits of her labor a lot. It was really fun with a younger guy because he was very affectionate, even while others were around.
Shane was exactly as you would expect of a 22-year-old party boy. He was more concerned with pleasing himself than me. I didn’t sleep with him a lot, but he was always a good option if Mark wasn’t available. Mark never complained if I slept over with Shane.
After a couple of months, the excitement wore off, and they became more about pleasing themselves than about pleasing me. That’s when I decided I had enough.
I really enjoyed playing with the younger guys. They satisfied a lot of my kinks. I sometimes slept with both, almost always naked around them, and they had no problems with any of it. I do regret not trying to sleep with some of their other friends, or at least having sex in front of them.
It wasn’t long after Mark and Shane were done that I felt that familiar stirring. I decided to try a new approach in the near future.
