She lay pinned to the living room couch, the man she’d met just five days before on Tinder pushing his large penis into her exposed pussy… and pumping. The doorbell had rung and she had hastily allowed him in their home only minutes before. Sloppy, rude sex sounds mingled with his deep voice telling her how he was enjoying how “tight” she was. That came out in a low sexy tone that turned her on and dispelled wisps of fear and doubt, bringing her back to the careless eroticism she was now allowing herself to enjoy.
His hands clasped her ankles, steadying her as her pleasured body shook from his dirty act. The coffee shop they’d met in when they finally met was a good backdrop for small talk that drew her to him even more than the texting they had done so much of initially. Now she looked across her taut belly to him spreading her thick thighs wide and at his big penis disappearing and reappearing wet, glistening as she was fucked.
He had been such a gentleman as they sat having coffee. She thought about his penis and how good it had looked in the pictures her phone had discreetly received. The big nude thing looked so bold and brazen. He sent a text message with it saying: “I want to stretch you, honey. Will that be ok?” No one had talked to her like that before. It took her the better part of the day to answer, and then only after he’d apologized for being too forward.
She’d quickly texted back with, “it’s ok, this is just new to me. Be patient with me.” He’d backed off and they’d small talked for the rest of that day. That night while her husband and the kids slept, she’d gone into the bathroom and played with herself while gawking at what could be hers if she consented to a meeting. Now he pumped harder, smiling down at her as his cunt stretching tool brought her to an orgasm so hard and dirty she squirted all over the floor in front of the couch.
Broken from her spell and suddenly shocked she’d done that she was surprised when he grabbed her hand and pulled her up, kissing her deeply, pulling her frame to his. “On your knees, slut.” His sweating, honey-sheened pelvis was visible for a second, his strong, wet, condom-clad cock too as he pushed her firmly to the couch on her knees.
She’d told him earlier that day she thought he could come over but that it would have to be quick and so they had started right into it when he closed the door behind himself. Pressing her against the foyer wall and kissing her deeply, his clothing still smelling slightly of the coffee shop. He pulled her top up and over her boobs and played with them and sucked them so hard she almost came right then from the rude, erotic attention. “Fucking nice tits, girl”.
By his direction, she’d taken off her panties just before the doorbell rang so it would be easy for him. Within two minutes of him entering the Browning home he had curvy Mrs. Browning on her back and he was fucking her.
He gripped her ass tightly as he pushed it into her again from behind. “Honey, you’re so damn tight.” It had hurt when he first started, putting her squarely onto the floor at the top step and spreading her legs apart to fuck her. Against every dirty urge that now drove her, she’d stopped him for a condom and he’d pulled the little gold package from his unzipped slacks and stretched it out, pulling it over the bulk of his wet, erection. She wanted to feel it so badly and he had slowly pushed and worked it into her.
Now, on her knees and cumming again this time with her lover as he pulled out of her tight cunt and yanked the condom off with a snap, letting go and spilling so much semen on her bare ass. The hot, milky stuff running over her skin was embarrassing, yet felt so good. A towel lay close by in the laundry basket and they’d wiped off. The post-orgasmic moments were awkward as reality had set in, her studying her mess on the front of the couch and the floor, her mount zipping his fly and whisking himself out the door with a promise of more which she now had no desire to be a part of.
The next hour or so till Fred and the kids got home was busy with her showering and cleaning up the residue of her sex. She was so beside herself she had almost missed the little gold condom package on the second step. Marge had been talking to men online… men who were looking for sex. Now she had let one of them fuck her…
That was Wednesday, now two weeks and a few days past. It was Sunday morning as the elevator finally opened and she stepped out gingerly, awkwardly into the hotel foyer and walked, hanging her head, trying to sneak past the front desk area with no eye contact. Thankfully there were several patrons checking out and she slipped out into the warm air.
She had just left the key card on the nightstand after working for two hours cleaning up the mess from the previous night. It would be embarrassing at least and possibly damaging to be billed for the kind of cleanup the room would require. The staff would know what had transpired in there and her name was on the reservation.
Even her body had been a mess. She was sticky from the men’s semen and it took so long to see to it that John’s was all out of her as well. Clip clopping to the minivan she tossed her overnight bag onto the seat, started the motor and waited for the air conditioning to cool the interior. John was an asshole. She’d never do this again. The lingerie poked out of the top of the bag next to her and was dutifully punched down out of sight.
Now the street disappeared beneath the nose of the van as she tried to drive responsibly to a place where she could relax and gather her thoughts as well as have a meal and some orange juice to help with her hangover. John’s name came up on the screen of her phone and she avoided it. She wasn’t due back home till late that evening so there would be time to think things through. So many emotions were vying for closure. That sonofabitch. Every part of her body was sore.
The almost burning, torn sensation she was feeling in her anus caused her to reposition her plump ass on the seat. She’d inspected herself and had found so many of their marks on her. Her nipples hurt, her vagina hurt. Driving around to the back of the little restaurant to stay out of view as much as she could, she parked the family car. There was probably more paranoia being exercised than caution, but her nerves were shot.
The clothing she had brought to go back home in was frumpy and unflattering and went well with her feelings inside. Never again. Just a month ago she had decided masturbation would just not suffice to quell the urges she felt in middle age motherhood and she’d embarked on a mission. It had been exciting and fulfilling getting a good fucking from John sometimes three times a week on the sly but she’d let herself get too far into something that had ended up out of her control and left her hurting badly and feeling she’d now passed a line of sorts, a line she could never step back across.
Finally, she found herself seated in a booth at the rear of the mom and pop roadside haunt. She’d stay here for as long as it took to process what had happened. Ken had at least offered to buy her another night so she could stay in the room but she’d refused. At least he felt a measure of guilt for his part. She just wanted to leave there. They’d both left early after kissing her goodbye. Ken had said he was sorry for getting too rough but John was silent and had simply told her it would be ok and to make matters worse had capped it with, “You know you enjoyed it.” So many dirty things had happened last night.
The waitress was pleasant and seemed to sense her mood, calling her “honey” and speaking in that southern waitress dialect that would be a good addition for a college course in etiquette. She ordered something simple and easy on her tummy. They had both basically ravaged her. John had taken her anally but in her drunken state and being as flirty and loose as she’d been she was sure she’d invited it. He’d fucked her so hard. He was so well hung. His cock should never have fit in there but he’d pushed it in and did as he pleased. Sipping coffee she now reflected on how it had transpired.
John had told her he wanted to take her out for an evening and have her to himself and she’d schemed and made fake plans to go with a coworker to a convention so she could meet him. He’d been a perfect gentleman at dinner and the banter and dirty talk had made her horny. As they finished their meal he’d been in his phone texting back and forth to a friend and had asked if she’d mind if he joined them for drinks at the hotel bar.
She’d been without for most of the week and wanted to go straight to the room and let him fuck her but he had wanted to hang out at the bar for a while and she had acquiesced. Earlier she had checked herself into the room and put on the lacy thong and stockings he had given her, then sheathed her well-packaged form in the dress he’d bought as well. That new clothing smell mingled with her perfume and the atmosphere of the restaurant as John picked up the check and they headed to the blue-lit bar.
They had just ordered drinks when the young, clean-cut Ken stepped up exchanging with John the usual array of guy chivalries then sitting to her left, putting her in the middle and the center of attention. Initially, the tiny lacy things she wore underneath made her self-conscious, but as the three talked and joked she’d had started to enjoy the attention she was getting from the two men.
Yes, she knew how dirty younger men thought. John had certainly filled Ken in about the milf he’d been seeing. The assumption excited her some and after their social time with Ken was through, John would take care of her in the privacy of the room she’d rented just upstairs. So the drinks flowed and the innuendos were inserted into their conversation as they enjoyed one another’s company for two hours.
She should have seen John’s plan at the outset, but was naïve and besides, it was titillating being in between two men who were obviously both interested in her sexually. The conversation had become more open as they drank Ken was now actually taking part in the back and forth on how she and John had been fucking and how good it was. “Damn, John you can see your girlfriend’s stocking tops. Do you like that short dress, Marge?” Upon that offering, John had suggested they take the party upstairs and In her buzzed, flirty state she agreed that it would be fun.
She was becoming nervous again as the men hemmed her in on their way upstairs. At the door, the steely sexy scent of Ken’s cologne mingled with the smell of chlorine from the pool somewhere below and the three entered. Ken excused himself to the bathroom and John wasted no time getting into her. “C’mere,” he had pulled her to him and pressed her against the taupe wallpaper.
She let it go because it was so erotic and just went with the flow. It wasn’t long before he had exposed her boobs. “Ken will see me,” she had lightly protested.
“That’s ok.”
Ken did see her big tits in John’s hands as he scooted by the busy couple and sat on the bed. “Your girlfriend does have nice tits,” Ken breathed.
John played with them and she squirmed from the feeling of being with two men in a hotel room. “Go ahead and play with them, Ken.” Marge didn’t stop him. In fact, she liked the idea. Ken’s touch was more careful than John’s and he was good at teasing her nipples. It felt so good she’d just let him play with them while John watched and poured drinks. They had both played with her boobs now. “Ken, show Marge what you have.”
“Hold on, I’m not ready for this.”
At that Ken had sat with his drink. “Hey, no worries here, you two keep on.”
“Stop,”’ she breathed as John became more aggressive handling her boobs and had pushed her dress over her curvy hips and big ass.
“I don’t mind, Margie,” Ken calmly stated as he repositioned himself in a chair in the corner, sipping his drink. “You won’t hold it against me if I act as spectator till you two are finished?” She started but neither of the men with her in the locked room heeded her weak protest. She stood there, tits brazenly exposed and felt her nipples become even more erect than they’d been before.
John now turned her around in front of himself, purposely showing her off to Ken, playing with her ass and squeezing her tits as she laid her head back into him and began just letting herself go. Opening her eyes she caught sight of Ken still sitting but now with a huge penis in his hand. She gasped as he stroked himself up and down slowly. “Do you like my friend’s cock?” Her gaze was obvious. “Suck Ken’s cock.” She turned to John who smiled a “Go ahead, it’s alright” kind of smile. She had been enjoying John’s length and girth for weeks now after meeting him and loved to feel that big thing. Now she stared transfixed as another man she had just met showed her his penis.
The alcohol, the mood, the sights, smells, all things became too much. She bent over in front of the ready Ken and went from reserved middle-aged woman to slut, tasting the warm bulky flesh of Ken’s salty hard tool while John lifted her dress over the curvature of her ass, pulled her panties to the side and entered her from behind.
Twenty minutes later, both men had been inside her. She had let herself go. Ken’s cock was so big, bigger than John’s and his was big. It was so erotic sucking Ken’s big member while John fucked her. Both men were taking turns and she had climaxed so powerfully. Kens condom-covered cock was so good to take deep. He commented on how tight she was and made her feel good.
They had taken a break and talked as friends for some time when Ken had just impulsively started fucking her again right in front of John like she was a toy. He told her to ride him and somewhere in the midst of her dirty bouncing John had come in behind her and put his thumb in her ass. She had protested at first but the mood was so loose she didn’t want to be a stick in the mud. When he had shoved his cock in her ass it hurt so bad. Ken was pulling her tight to him and kissing her, calming her down as John went all the way in and started stroking deep and down on her as Ken continued pumping up into her with his ample equipment.
Ken sucked and bit her nipples and the strange moth around the candle curiosity caused her to cum. He sucked hard as John fucked her dirty and talked dirty. John fucked her ass hard while Ken, fucking her wet vagina, kissed her, abused her tits and called her their slut. When John slowed his strokes and she could recover for a moment she came hard, squirting on Ken who pumped upward filling his condom with his cum.
As her climax faded, she was pissed at John and wanted to lie on the bed and process what had just happened as the men pulled out of her. John had gone to the bathroom to clean himself off and Ken lay behind her, against her and gently stroked her hair and body for long minutes then played with her ass aggressively. Then spreading her big ass cheeks apart, he pushed into her. The long cock hurt so much yet felt so good. He stroked and pumped her like a ragdoll but against all reason, she couldn’t help liking the filled, used feeling.
John re-entered the room and lifting her head from the sex-smelling sheet, pushed himself into her mouth. Ken, having her ass, made her pull John in and suck hard. She soon came again and sometime thereafter, John entered her from the front and she let both men finish inside of her. She’d collapsed after a while, exhausted. Ken held her and stroked her hair as she lay in a strangely satisfied shock.
Now, hours later, she hurt so badly. Her food was placed in front of her by the smiling waitress. “Y’all right, honey?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Her phone blinked reporting from Fred that he and the boys were back from camping. And then there was John’s message.
Moving her finger over the button she read, “Baby, you were so hot last night. I know we were rough at times but we couldn’t help ourselves. You are a one in a million find. We just couldn’t contain ourselves.”
She wasn’t going to argue with him, but let it go. How could she rebuke him when that tingling feeling in her crotch betrayed her. She sighed, letting out the breath she’d been unwittingly holding in and, sitting there in front of an unattended breakfast, accepted the fact that she had to have what her bad boys had given her.
Deep inside she slowly admitted she needed it. They had hurt her but only physically and that would heal. She was now resolute and would be more in control. She knew this slut mission was not over, just as surely as she was now wetting her panties thinking about it. Picking up the phone, she tapped out a text to John.