It has been taking me a long time to write about this next experience. I remember at the time how torn I was because I was a married woman, but I was having sexual relations with 3 men, sometimes in the same week! Scott from the previous story, M from two stories ago, and my husband. Was I becoming a slut? Once again, my husband put it properly. He told me that if it were a guy, he would be living the time of his life. Why shouldn’t it be any different for me, especially if my husband encourages it! Not to mention, it felt so good, and I was really enjoying it. I looked forward to every experience I was having. The different ways they used me, and I used them! I always wondered if I blindfolded myself, could I name who I was fucking just by the feeling?
About the time Scott, from the previous story, and I were starting to heat up, my part-time employer was having a holiday party. My husband watched the kids while I went, and then he was going to meet me later to pick me up. That way I could enjoy the open bar.
The company I worked for was owned by a family that owned several other businesses. This party was for all the businesses with a lot of people in attendance. They have always been extremely fun, and as the night goes on, people start to lose their inhibitions, and things get a little wild. Nothing too bad, just drinking and dancing.
Some of my coworkers were younger than me and single, so we all ended up dancing. Eventually, the groups started intermingling, and pretty soon I was slow dancing with the grandson of the owners. I have known him for a few years, and my husband was a year behind him in high school. We both know him as kind of a conceited bully.
After a few more fast dances, we both got another drink and sat down with the group. As we sat down, he moved really close and rested his hand on my thigh. Without even realizing it, I slightly spread my legs to encourage more. The table hid his hands, so he had free range, and it only took a second before he was rubbing me through my pants. I have to admit, it felt great. Then I remembered I couldn’t have an orgasm in front of my coworkers, so I grabbed his hand and led him back to the dance floor.
Almost as soon as we started dancing, a slow song came on. He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me in tight, and his hands were on my ass immediately. No matter how much I was enjoying it, this was a work function, and I couldn’t leave it there. I grabbed one and put it up on the small of my back, and then while holding his other, I held my hand up to my heart. He didn’t seem to mind too much as his fingers started brushing my tit. I did pull my hand away for a minute to let him grope me, but then I got worried someone would see, so I moved it.
After a couple more songs, we went back to the table. He put his hand back on my thigh. As much as I wanted to spread my legs again, I fought the urge and crossed them so he was trapped between both my legs and couldn’t move any higher. He looked kind of bummed, but what guy is going to complain when a woman allows you to rest your hand between two upper thighs?
Soon, my husband came to pick me up. I leaned over to Jay and said I have to go. What no one saw, or at least I don’t think they saw, was while I was leaning over to talk to Jay, my hand was resting in his crotch, rubbing him.
Jay offered to give me a ride home. If I hadn’t fucked M a few days ago and Scott the night before, I would have. That would have made Jay the 4th guy I had sex with that week, and I just couldn’t make myself think 4 guys was ok. I know that’s silly.
I went home, and my husband enjoyed the fruits of Jay’s labor. Multiple times…
About the time Scott was starting to get serious with his new girlfriend, it was getting to be spring. M was gone now, too. I was getting a little antsy, so my husband and I started playing bar games again. Almost every time we went to an out-of-town spot, I could guarantee I was going to get my boobs fondled, and if there was dancing, there usually was kissing involved. Much to my dismay, I could never get that invitation back to their place.
Looking back on it, I remember whenever I wasn’t trying to find fun was when I always found it. Our friend from the first story, whom I always teased but never slept with, was back in town. He was engaged and moved back the week before. The three of us went to a pretty popular place about 30 miles away to catch up. Knowing he was going to be there, I wore a top that I didn’t need a bra with but would show lots of cleavage and almost fall out if I bent over and some tighter type shorts. Kind of a respectable sexy.
We decided to play pool. I was bending over, showing off for my husband and our friend, but nothing over the top. Apparently this 6-foot-tall, muscle-bound guy was seeing what I didn’t mean to show him. When I caught him, he looked mortified until I smiled and raised my eyebrow. When it wasn’t my turn, I would hang out over there talking with him.
Eventually, we finished our game, and my guys went back to a table to talk. I hung out with my new friend for a little bit, trying to be flirtatious. He asked me if I wanted to see his Corvette. I said sure!
I told my husband I was going to go out and see this guy’s car. He seemed worried, but I reassured him I wouldn’t let him kidnap me.
We got to his car, and he wasn’t really interested in showing me his car. As he put his arms around my waist, I pulled him down for a deep kiss. His muscular hands explored my body and eventually pulled one of my tits out into his waiting mouth. My hands were on his crotch before his lips hit my nipple.
He put my top back on over my chest and led me behind the building where there was a little more privacy. Then we resumed where we left off. My top was down, and his dick was out in my hand.
We both went down onto the grass, and things really got serious. He undid my shorts, and soon his fingers were exploring underneath my panties. I was stroking him as his fingers made me cum while moaning into his mouth.
I then whispered into his ear; he had better focus because we didn’t have much time before my husband would come out looking for me. I leaned down and took him in my mouth and then licked his shaft but wasn’t going to let him cum in my mouth since I just met him. I started stroking him faster and was rewarded with a large pool of cum.
We both stood up and straightened ourselves up. I told him to wait, gave him a deep kiss, and then we walked into the bar. He went one way, and I went the other.
We soon left afterward, not seeing him again. I didn’t tell my husband until we were alone. I didn’t want our friend to be jealous since I never did that with him.
I did ask our longtime friend if I could still be naked with him or if he would prefer that I stay clothed since he is seeing someone. He practically begged me to strip for him whenever it was safe to do so. As soon as we got home, my clothes were off the rest of the night! Beyond an occasional accidental brush, nothing happened.
Things got pretty busy the rest of summer with family obligations. Except for the occasional nudity and flirting with our longtime friend, not much happened. Then it was time for our work party again.
The party was on a work night, so my husband couldn’t come. I had to drop the kids off at their grandparents’ house so I was free to close the place down.
I went home and started getting ready. I don’t know why, but I decided to wear a dress to the party. I never wear dresses. I had just purchased a red and black dress. It wasn’t loose or tight, just perfect for a work function. I added in some thigh-high stockings and a matching sexy red bra and panty set.
I got to the party, and it wasn’t long before Jay found me. He was always at my side. Once the group started lightening up because of the open bar, we all found ourselves on the dance floor.
For most of the night we were well behaved. I am not saying there weren’t accidental brushes against each other that lingered a second or two. We pretty much stayed public-friendly.
Once again though, his hand found my thigh. Pretty soon it was up my skirt. I let him stay there for enough time to let him know I liked it but not too long that it was obvious.
I wasn’t innocent, either. I rubbed his crotch for a minute. I grabbed his butt on the dance floor. I may have nuzzled against his neck a few times. I even told him, as we were getting drinks, I might need a ride home if I drank much more. He seemed to want to keep my cup full after that.
Not long before the party ended, I noticed a lot of the people that were dancing were getting very cozy with their partners. When I felt Jay’s hand reach for my bottom, I didn’t move it. Instead, I reached for his other hand and stuck it on my chest. That’s my signature move! I let him keep it there as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in tight.
When that song ended, I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to take me home and fuck me. I was shocked I said it, but I didn’t regret it. He looked surprised but didn’t say no.
We danced a few more dances, and as most people were leaving, we decided it was time to go. By that time, I was sober enough to drive. We walked out, and Jay started walking away kind of dejected. I followed him to his car, and as he was getting in, I said, “So, you need directions to my house?” His jaw just about hit the ground!
We both arrived at the house at the same time. He followed me into the living room and asked me to dance. We danced really close for several songs, but nothing beyond light touching happened.
Eventually, he said, “We aren’t going to do this, are we?” I didn’t say a word; I just looked at him as I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it. He then told me he has to go shut his car off…
He came back in, and I met him at the door, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a deep kiss. We kissed heavily as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I pulled away and led him to the living room.
We kissed a long time while we danced to a couple more slow songs. I believe they were rock ballads.
I grabbed his hand, and we sat next to each other on the couch. We kissed some more, and soon his hand was back to rubbing my thigh and the other was on my chest. This time I had no reason to pull away.
My hand was back on his crotch, and I realized he never zipped up when he went outside. Pretty soon his pants were unbuckled and my hand was inside his underwear. He gently rolled me on my back, and I spread my legs so he could lie on top. We kissed a long time this way while we dry-humped each other. It was like prom all over again.
Pretty soon, his hands were wandering down my body and then back up my thigh. He grabbed a hold of my panties. Now, this is where women give the signal as to if they are going to do it or not. If not, they push the hands away. If they are going to go for gold, the woman will lift their hips up slightly to allow the panties to be pulled off. I chose to lift my hips.
Jay had my panties off and then did something different. He smelled them. I laughed pretty hard at that, but then he buried his tongue in my mouth, and I reciprocated while his fingers started playing under my dress.
I started getting worried about my dress, so I told him to let me up. I turned around and had him unzip me. I let my dress fall to the ground while I spun around, and while I stared into his eyes, I removed my bra. The only thing I was wearing was my thigh-high stockings. I then pushed him back and climbed on top of him.
He grabbed my naked butt and pulled me tight into him while we kissed some more. I straddled him to give him better access to my chest in hopes he would suck on my nipples. He didn’t disappoint and spent a lot of time alternating between them. I was getting really worked up at this point.
I climbed off of him and pulled him up because I wanted him naked, too. I pulled his shirt off first, then kissed him for a while. I reached down and pulled his pants down to his knees before grabbing his cock and sitting on the couch. While he was standing, I bent down to take his pants off and was presented an opportunity to take him into my mouth. I never did get the pants off. Soon he pulled away and removed his pants.
Jay then knelt down between my legs. He grabbed one of my legs and slowly rolled my stockings off and then did the same thing with the other. This was a really big turn-on for me. Now I was completely nude in front of him.
He grabbed me, and we spun around while he lay down on the couch. He then grabbed my leg and had me straddle his face. It was pretty clear his intention, so we settled into a 69. Pretty soon, he sat up and put my legs over the couch while still kissing my pussy while I sucked him. It was unique, and then it got even more unique. He stood up. I have never done that, but it was sexy as hell and really turned me on!
It wasn’t long before he sat back down, and we continued kissing each other in the most intimate places. I soon couldn’t take being upside down any longer, and I put my legs down but kept him in my mouth. I did the whole cock worship ceremony with my tongue slowly going up and down his cock.
He leaned over and grabbed a condom out of his pants and opened it while I sat up. I was very worked up and started playing with myself for him while he rolled it on. He made some really sexy grunting sounds while he watched me.
I lay on my back and put one leg on each side of his belly. I continued playing with myself while looking straight in his eyes. I had two fingers inside myself, and my other hand was tweaking my nipples when I decided I needed him inside me. I felt like a naughty slut when I took my fingers out and licked them clean.
I reached up and grabbed his head and pulled him down on top of me. I love the point when I guide a man inside me. This time didn’t disappoint and almost led to an orgasm for me. I put my mouth over his and moaned heavily as he entered me.
There was no buildup at all. He just started pounding heavily into me. I was starting to really get into it when the damn phone rang! I knew it was my husband calling to ensure I made it home safely.
I wiggled my way free to get to the phone. This was before cell phones were really popular, so I had to run to the phone mounted in the kitchen. I ducked behind the wall so no neighbors were able to see me, but the window to the lake was wide open, and I saw the white boat lights, so if they looked, they got to see. As I was talking to my husband, I felt Jay come up behind me, and he started groping my breasts. I reached behind and stroked him. He was still hard as a rock and had the condom on.
Jay must have taken that as an invitation because he turned me towards the counter slightly and bent me over. Then he started fucking me again, just as rough as before. I could tell by the tone of my husband’s voice he knew what was happening. It was either the slapping of our bodies or the changes in my voice with every thrust that gave it away. Thankfully, he was coy enough not to give the secret up so Jay could keep thinking I was cheating. We definitely don’t want that cat out of the bag around my place of work! He said he had to go and to enjoy myself.
I was really getting off thinking about a fisherman out for the late bite getting an extra show, so I stayed there and put on the best show I could. I reached down and played with myself, bringing around a strong orgasm.
After I came, I leaned forward, pulling Jay out, and led him back to the couch. I sat him down to straddle him, but he must not like having a woman in control because he stood up and leaned me against the wall while heavily thrusting into me.
He carried me back to the couch and dropped me on it. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulder and started fucking me hard. Then he started asking me filthy questions like they do in a porn video.
I had only seen one or two porn movies in my life because they had to be rented back then. From what I had seen, Jay was trying to fuck me like a porn star. I was starting to realize the only way I was going to get him off was to play along. So I did.
Every time we switched positions, I would rush him to get back inside me. I told him how good he was, how much I needed it, go faster and harder, anything I could think of.
We tried so many different ways. I was game for everything he tried except butt play. I gave my best visual performance I could! I sucked on my own nipples; I inserted a finger and rubbed his shaft while inside me. I was backwards riding him, then bent down and grabbed his ankles while going up and down on him. He kept saying he was going to cum, but then he would just keep going.
For the first time in my life, I just wanted him to finish fucking me and leave. I finally told him he is going to have to finish soon because my husband will be home soon. He flipped me on my stomach and fucked me from behind, asking me how bad I wanted him.
He just kept going faster and harder. I eventually couldn’t handle it anymore and told him to let me up. I got down on my knees and took the condom off. I told him I want to watch him cum all over my face and started stroking him. It didn’t take long before he grabbed himself and jacked off; instead, he came all over my tits.
I wiped myself off and then did the rare thing; instead of staying nude, we both got dressed together. I tried to get him to leave, but he kept hanging around asking for another round. After a while, I did kiss him while letting him play with my tits.
Soon, thankfully, my husband got home. Jay said he better go, and as we were walking up to the door, he kept kissing me and pulling my boobs out to kiss them. I just kept walking backward to the door. As my husband walked in, Jay walked past him and left.
My husband admitted he knew on the phone someone was here, and he saw the whole show walking up the sidewalk. We started kissing really heavily, and as he pulled my shirt off, I explained I needed to shower first. He joined me and gave my chest a thorough cleaning before kissing them. Afterwards, I had a new appreciation for how considerate my husband is about making sure I enjoy the sex as much as he does.
The next workday Jay came into my office asking what was said between my husband and me; I just told him we never talked about it. He tried to set up another meeting, but I told him as great as he is in bed, I just can’t risk losing my family over it. I did tell him, “If I am ever looking for a good fuck, I promise I will call you!” He seemed to like that answer.
Don’t get me wrong, it was fun but not really satisfying. I didn’t mind fucking like a porn star, but I want my partners to make sure I am enjoying it too.
I remember thinking at the time about how fun it is to have random encounters, but yet I missed the lead-up to a planned tryst that got me going in the first place! My first bar pickup was super exciting, too. As you can tell, I enjoy just about any way I can get laid…
