Shared Among Friends Ch. 01-02

My name is Melanie, but my friends call me Mel. I wouldn't say I was promiscuous or a slut in college but I like sex and having a good time. I didn't make a habit of having one-night stands but sometimes a girl just needs to get a good pussy pounding to relieve some sexual tension.

Sometimes, I would be out at a bar or a party and I'd see a guy and think to myself, "Hey, I gotta get me some of that."

Hey, I have a high sex drive, what can I say?

I'm nowhere near being a model, but I'm not bad-looking either. I ran Cross Country in high school and still like to go for a nice long run to keep in shape and burn off the tensions that life can cause. I'll put my shoulder-length light brown hair in a ponytail and let it flop back and forth across the back of my neck like a grandfather clock pendulum as I run. I've been told some guys like that look.

Because I'm above average in height, I like to show off my long, sleek, well-toned runner's legs in short skirts. I may not be the most careful lady when sitting down or bending over. I get plenty of stares if a guy happens to peek up my skirt. I don't mind giving some random guy a cheap thrill.

I think I have a nice butt, not too big and not too small that also gets the attention of the opposite sex when I wear a nice pair of booty shorts. I like to go running in short spandex shorts and a sports bra and get plenty of attention from the guys. I have a pair of running shorts with a cotton gusset so you don't have to wear panties. It allows me to show a camel toe, which guys always notice. A girl likes it when a guy turns their head to get a second look at them, and I'm no different. It makes me feel like I have some sort of superpower over them.

My breasts may be smaller than most of my friends but they are still big enough to show some cleavage when I want. Going without a bra and wearing a top that allows my nipples to poke through is always an attention-getter.

Over the years, I've had my share of boyfriends, but those relationships never lasted more than a few months. I don't know if I just get bored with them or if the sex becomes too routine or what, but I end up dumping them. The one nice thing about having a boyfriend is having an available dick when you want one and not having to go out hunting for one.

My best friend Patti and I shared an apartment in our senior year. We also shared a common love of sex. She's almost the complete opposite of me in her appearance, though. She has blonde hair and is shorter and heavier. She's not fat but more big-boned and curvy. Her breasts are much larger than mine and she has a full round ass. However, we both have similar sex drives, and when we are both having a drought, look out because we're a bad influence on each other, especially after a few drinks, a couple of tokes on a joint, or THC-infused gummies.

I knew we were going to have a fun night when Patti would text me and ask, "Do you feel like doing some dick hunting tonight?"

"Fuck yeah, I could use some. It's been a while."

"Me too. Some guys are getting lucky tonight," Patti would respond.

"And we are too."

We would try looking for a couple of male friends, but we weren't opposed to going solo either. The longer we had gone without sex or the later in the evening it got, the lower our standards would become. We would normally look to go back to a guy's place so we could leave when we wanted, but sometimes even that was too complicated. They would keep texting us wanting to go out again when all we were looking for was a quick fuck. If they were decent in bed, it might turn into a few booty calls, but I wasn't looking for anything serious.

It's not like we went out hunting for cock all the time; it was only when we were feeling particularly horny and when we both weren't dating. It was still fun to be naughty, and we were the only ones to know.

If there is one thing I am particularly proud of it's that I'm a very talented cocksucker. Over the years, I've sucked more dicks than I've fucked. When I first got to college, I found out quickly that the girls that gave a good blowjob were more popular with the guys. Even if I wasn't really into a guy while on a date, I wasn't opposed to giving him a quick blowjob before saying goodnight.

Of course, there were always those assholes who thought I owed it to them to suck their dicks. Those guys were left with blue balls. I honed my skills over the years and enjoy giving a guy a special treat when they show me a little respect. Besides, I like having a nice piece of hard man meat in my mouth. From the moment the spongy head enters my mouth, I savor the feeling and taste. I relish the mushroomed head and ridge until my lips surround the hard shaft. I get off on making them moan and squirm from my cocksucking expertise.

I enjoy being in control when sucking a cock but I understand that sometimes a guy will want to take over and fuck my mouth. That's when my submissive side takes over and allows me to be used by them as they thrust themselves deep into my throat. My main goal is to please them in any way I can.

I prefer to swallow their loads but under the right circumstances, I'll let them splash their cum over my face or tits. I can usually tell when they are about to cum and can wrap my lips tighter around their cock as my head bobs. I can use my tongue to press against the underside of the shaft or swirl it around the head. I get a rush of excitement just before they cum and can feel their dick throb in my mouth as they hold my head tight. I then feel that first splash of their tangy nectar on my tongue. I gladly lap up every last drop and squeeze a few more out before I'm done draining their balls. I take great pride in a blow job done well.

Patti and I would go out and sometimes give a couple of guys a surprise blow job in the parking lot or behind the bar. After we finished them off and swallowed their loads, we'd tell them we'd meet them back in the bar, and then disappear into the night. We'd wonder what they were thinking while waiting for us to return. I'm sure they would tell their friends all about their anonymous blow jobs.

Toward the end of our senior year, Patti and I, along with a couple of other friends, began hanging out with a group of guys we met in a bar. We were all friendly and ended up going to parties together or just hanging out on the weekends. Pattie ended up dating Wayne and getting serious with him.

There was also Gary, who was dating someone outside of Patti and my social circle. Gary was kind of quiet, but he was cute too. He was very polite and was a true gentleman. He was dating Liz, who treated him horribly. I always thought he was too good for her, but more on Gary later.

One of the guys, Lance, was quite the lady's man, who Patti and I referred to as a male slut. He was very handsome with dark hair and eyes, a five o'clock shadow beard, and a boyish smile, and could talk a good game, who would literally charm the pants off the women. He had a great build with broad shoulders and bulging muscles in his arms. He was your typical bad boy with a naughty, arrogant way about him.

I can't deny that I found Lance attractive, and I could tell he was looking me up and down too, but I wasn't going to give in to his flirtations, at least not right away. There was a definite spark when we were around one another, but when I wouldn't bite on his veiled invitations to sleep with him, he'd pick up someone else at a party or the bar. The rumor was that he was good in bed and had apparently heard some things about me, too. I should have known better than to give blow jobs to guys in the bar where I hang out.

Lance would always tell me things like, "Damn Mel, you look great tonight, too good to be wasting our time in this bar. Let's say we get outta here," or, "Let's sneak out to the parking lot for a quickie."

I'd respond by saying something like, "You go first, and if I'm not there in five minutes, start without me."

He obviously wasn't the most romantic guy but he was obvious in the fact that he wanted to fuck me. I think he knew he was getting to me because we'd exchange knowing glances and smiles. The more I drank, the hornier I'd get too. Maybe if he would have at least made some attempt to ask me out on a date or not been so obvious in just wanting a quick fuck, I might have gone out with him and fucked him afterward.

One night we were hanging out with our friends and Lance came up to me, showed me a joint, and asked, "Hey, do you want to go outside for a smoke?"

"Sure, but that's all I'm doing with you," I playfully replied.

"Of course, Mel. What kind of guy do you think I am?"

I laughed out loud and said, "I know exactly what kind of guy you are, Lance."

He laughed too and said, "Seriously, I don't want to get high alone. Trust me."

I gave him a suspicious look and said, "Alright, let's go."

It was a beautiful spring night with a gentle, cool breeze blowing. The cool air made my nipples harden and poke through my tight yellow t-shirt. We went to an alley behind the bar near the garbage dumpster, and he lit up the joint and passed it to me. I could tell it was some good stuff right away, and my brain got foggy.

"Wow, that's some good shit," I said.

"Only the best for you, darling."

I took one more toke and said, "That's enough. I won't be able to walk if I have any more."

"I hear that. Let's stay out here for a minute and let this high sink in before we go back inside."

I agreed because I needed to regain control of my brain and body before dealing with other people. Lance and I were talking, and when there was a lull in the conversation, we looked at one another and leaned in toward each other. I don't know what came over me, but Lance and I ended up making out in the alley.

When he ran his hand up my leg, I stopped him and said, "Don't, I have my period."

We continued to make out as I felt his hands groping my ass and he slid one of them under my shirt to feel my bare breast. When I didn't resist, he lifted my shirt to expose my tits and began to suck on my nipples. I was so fucking horny by then. The alcohol and weed got me.

He knew from my moans that I was good and hot and said, "You've got me so horny right now, how about a blow job?"

"I don't know, Lance. Someone might see us."

"Come on, I hear you give a great blow job."

"Who said that?"

"Actually, a few guys. Come on, babe. I'm a blow job connoisseur. I've got to see for myself how good you are."

I laughed at his comment and replied, "A connoisseur, eh? I've got to give you credit for creativity."

"Come on, Mel. You got me all worked up."

I was drunk, high, and horny and he was wearing me down. I looked around and hadn't seen anyone walk by us while we were outside so I agreed to suck his cock. It's not like I haven't done it with other guys before either.

"Okay, but let's make it quick."

"Sure thing, babe."

Lance started to unbuckle and unzip his pants while I got down on my knees in front of him. He released his half-hard cock from his pants so I took it in my hand and began to stroke it before I leaned in to begin giving him a blow job in the alley. I felt so slutty and naughty which only added to the excitement of what we were doing along with the natural thrill of the risk of getting caught.

As my head started to bob on his decent-sized cut cock, Lance told me, "Oh yeah, baby. Oh,

that feels so good. I've got a nice load waiting for you too."

I love the feeling of a man's dick getting hard in my mouth and Lance was fully erect now as I expertly used my lips and tongue on the hard man meat in my mouth. I was really into sucking his cock that night. It must have been the joint we smoked, but I was super focused. I was concentrating so much on giving Lance a memorable blow job that I barely noticed when a couple of guys walked by and stopped to watch. I didn't care. Nothing was going to interrupt my cock sucking.

Lance told me, "Damn Mel, you wrote the book on blow jobs. You're even better than I imagined."

Hearing that only made me more determined to live up to my reputation. When he came, I was surprised by the amount of cum he unleashed into my mouth, and even gagged a little, which I seldom do. I continued to swallow his tangy, gooey cum until I drained his balls dry.

The two guys who were watching started to applaud, and one of them said, "We could use some of that."

"Not tonight, boys," I replied, and they kept on walking.

Lance said, "Damn, I understand why guys say you're the best. I owe you one when, you know, you are ready."

"I'm going to hold you to that, Lance."

Everyone knew what we had done when we walked back into the bar. People were staring at us and grinning. Some even giggled. I didn't care.

Patti approached me, grabbed my arm, and said, "Come to the bathroom with me."

I didn't know what was up until I got to the ladies' room.

Patti said, "What the fuck, girl. Your knees are filthy and you've got cum on your chin."

I looked in the mirror and we both started laughing. She wet a couple of paper towels and helped me clean up.

"You're such a slut, Mel," Patti said while we were still laughing.

"I learned from the best, Patti. You're my slut idol."

When I was presentable, Patti and I joined our friends. My knees were clean but still scraped up a little. Patti called them "Battle scars."

Our friends, as well as others in the bar, were giving me and Lance knowing looks but I was too drunk and high to give a shit. So what, I gave a guy a blow job. It was no big deal.

Lance looked over at me with a grin and mouthed, "I. O. U."

I smiled and nodded in agreement. To this day, my friends will still tease me about that night. When we were out, Lance would ask me if I wanted to get my knees dirty in reference to blowing him outside in an alley or the parking lot. I began to love the risk of getting caught, and it was even better if we did.

From that night on, Lance and I began an almost completely sexual relationship as we became friends with benefits. Neither one was interested in a romantic relationship, so there weren't any complications. We started hooking up just before graduation, and it continued for several months even after I got a job.

Patti and I still shared an apartment, but she was practically living with Wayne at the time, and Lance spent several nights each week at our place. We both have very, very high sex drives and were perfect matches, sexually, for each other.

Lance was a very skillful lover, too. The rumors about him were true. He had stamina, could recover quickly, and knew how to eat pussy. Oh boy, could that guy eat pussy. We never had sex where I didn't orgasm at least two or three times. He didn't cut corners on foreplay either. He took his time and taught me to go slower and enjoy the build-up too.

We experimented with our fantasies through lingerie, role-play, and costumes. He liked it when I'd dress up in a white blouse, a plaid pleated mini skirt, and white stockings with my hair in pigtails. He liked to spank me when I wore that outfit, which brought out my submissive side. We both enjoyed light bondage where we'd tie one another to the bed and mercilessly tease the other before giving them a good fucking.

Lance liked it rough sometimes, which I grew to enjoy. For instance, one morning I was running late for work and was scrambling around trying to get ready. However, Lance was horny but I brushed him off. I was only wearing a T-shirt and bikini panties that morning when he wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I was pleading with him that I had to get to work. He bent me over the kitchen table, tied my hands behind my back with a dish towel, ripped my panties off, and fucked me hard while slapping my ass.

As much as I was anxious about being late for work at a new job, I loved the fact that he took charge and dominated me. An orgasm before work helped calm me, but I still had to explain my lateness to my boss. I had an old car, so she believed me when I told her I had trouble getting it started.

Later that morning, Lance sent me a text that read, "I hope you have a great day at work because I'm going to fuck your brains out when you get home."

"Maybe. I'll let you know if I'm in the mood or not," I teasingly replied.

He replied with a dick pic of his erection and text that said, "You can resist this."

I scampered off to the ladies room and sent him a picture of my pussy and a text that said, "And you can't resist this."

Our banter went back and forth most of the day. I had to be careful not to get caught texting too much while at work. As soon as I got home, Lance was all over me and he fucked me while I still had on my work clothes. After dinner we fucked again.

That was just a sample of my relationship with Lance. We knew we were never going to get married, but we both loved sex. We were young, hot, and horny. We weren't exclusive either. I knew Lance was fucking other women and I was occasionally fucking other guys. However, we always found our way back to each other when we wanted that hot night of unbridled sexual passion.

When I had my period, I would either suck him off or let him take me anally. I loved when he'd throw me over his knee, spank me until my ass was reddened from his hand clapping down on my cheeks, and then stuff his dick up my ass. Other times, he would "force" me to my knees, grab the back of my head, and stuff his dick in my mouth. I'd suck him off and he'd fuck my mouth until he came, treating me like his personal slut.

The whole time we were together, Lance was struggling to find a steady job. He made some money in construction or doing side work, but he was trying to figure out what to do with his life going forward. It's nice to live a carefree life, but he still had bills to pay.

While we weren't in a romantic relationship, I was still heartbroken when Lance told me he joined the Army and would be leaving for boot camp shortly. I knew our sexual relationship wasn't going to go on forever, but I wasn't prepared for it to end so abruptly, and for him to leave town. We fucked even more before he left.

Shortly thereafter, Patti told me she was moving back home to take a great job where she would also be closer to her family. It was a double whammy. I lost my lover and best friend within a month. Luckily, I was making enough money at my job to be able to afford the rent on our apartment. I was devastated, lonely, and depressed.

Patti's now ex-boyfriend, Wayne, was in similar circumstances. Apparently, he was more serious about Patti than she was about him. It seemed natural to get together with him to share our common loneliness. We went out as friends a couple of times to commiserate together. They say misery loves company, and we at least had each other for a shoulder to cry on.

One night about a month after Patti left town, Wayne and I were having a friendly dinner at our local bar. We were both feeling better about our situation, and we had a few drinks too. Somehow, the conversation turned to sex.

Wayne mentioned, "One of the things I miss most about Patti is that she loved to have sex. It's been kind of lonely without her if you know what I mean."

"Shit, I know exactly what you mean. Lance always seemed to be walking around with an erection. I think my vibrator needs new batteries," I said with a snicker, then quickly added, "I guess that was too much information."

"No, I understand. My right arm is getting a workout. I haven't been in the mood to start dating again."

"Naw, I get it. I haven't been in the mood to play the dating game with guys in the bar. The men at work are much older than me, so I'm left to my own devices."

I was so fucking horny, I was considering picking up a stranger in the bar after Wayne left just to scratch the itch in my pussy with a nice hard cock. I had put Wayne off limits because he was my best friend's ex, but there's no way they were getting back together. I thought about it before I made my move.

"You know, Wayne, neither one of us has had sex in a while. If, uh, you want to come back to my place, you know, we could help each other out with no strings attached."

Wayne's face lit up and he replied, "I was thinking the same thing but didn't know how to bring it up. I'm not ready to get into another relationship, so as long as we understand each other, it sounds good to me."

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend either. It's just two friends helping each other out in a time of need."

Now that we had established the rules, we finished our drinks and headed back to my place. Patti used to brag that Wayne was well hung and was decent in bed, so I was curious to see for myself. I'm sure Lance told both Wayne and Gary about me, so we were about to satisfy each other's curiosity as well as our sexual needs.

Wayne and I fucked twice that night. While Wayne was thicker than most guys, he wasn't that much bigger than Lance. He was decent in bed and liked to sixty-nine. It felt a little funny fucking Patti's ex but she dumped him so he was fair game. Besides, it was just sex.

That first night with Wayne felt so good because it gave us both the much-needed sexual relief that we both desperately needed. When you haven't had an orgasm with another person in a long time, it can make the experience so much more intense. In the past, I would have settled for any available dick but I'm glad I waited to have sex with someone I knew. I felt more relaxed with Wayne, which took away from some of the stress of having sex with a stranger. Wayne was pretty good at giving oral sex, but not as good as Lance. His dick was thicker which stretched my pussy differently.

That's how my months-long friends-with-benefits relationship with Wayne began. He was a really nice guy and we'd get together a couple of times a week to hang out and fuck. Just like with Lance, if I had my period, I would give Wayne a blow job. He wasn't interested in anal sex though which surprised me. I thought doing anal was like the Holy Grail of sex for a guy but that was okay with me.

Wayne did have a foot, leg, and nylon fetish that took several weeks for me to find out. Patti never mentioned it to me, which I assumed was at his request. I had never had anyone suck on my toes before and I found it erotic, mostly because it turned him on. Wayne gave the best foot massages, too.

When I met Wayne after work one time, I was wearing a skirt and pantyhose. He confessed that he was obsessed with my long legs, especially in pantyhose. He kept rubbing my nylon-encased legs under the table. When we got back to his place, I gave him a footjob while wearing my pantyhose. He was in Heaven that evening. He rubbed his hands and face all over my lower body from my ass and waist down to my toes.

Wayne ripped open my pantyhose at the cotton gusset and ate my pussy while running his hands over my thighs and ass. I rubbed my feet over his lower back, ass, and legs while he was licking me. While he was fucking me, I wrapped my legs around his back.

Whenever Wayne and I would hook up, I'd make sure I was wearing stockings or pantyhose. If we were out at a restaurant, I'd slip off my shoes and run my foot up his leg under the table. Sometimes, I'd rub his dick with my foot too. It was fun to give him an erection in public. I knew he couldn't feel the softness of the fabric unless he was wearing shorts, but it would give him a preview of what to look forward to when we would be in the bedroom. I could tease him by wiggling my toes and giving him a good look at them. I also made sure to go for regular pedicures and to keep my toenails painted.

While Wayne and I weren't exclusive, I didn't feel the need to go out prowling for a stranger to fuck. He was a safe and reliable option for when I was horny. I knew he was dating other girls, but he told me that he still wasn't ready for a long-term relationship with anyone. I didn't fuck too many other guys either but when Lance was done with basic training we got together almost every night for a week. Damn, I missed his dick.

There was something about the way Lance fucked me that I cherished so much. Maybe it was that bad boy image or the way he would dominate me at times that made me so sexually attracted to him. There was no pretense of idle chat or romance, we just wanted to fuck each other.

When Lance left again, I went back to Wayne whenever I needed my sexual itch to be scratched. I liked Wayne on a friendly basis, but it seemed like he was starting to want more from our relationship, which I wasn't prepared for. He seemed a little put off that I spent time with Lance, but that isn't what we both agreed to in the beginning. It was then that I started to cool things down with Wayne. I didn't want any drama in my life, and that's where this was headed.

Around that same time, Gary and Liz started having problems. When I was with Lance and then Wayne, we all still hung out together, but not as often as when we were in college. Real life has a way of interfering with partying. I could tell Liz didn't like me, but I didn't care. Lance and Wayne used to tell me that she thought I was too promiscuous and was afraid I had my eyes on Gary.

I have to admit that I'm a notorious flirt and I liked playing with Gary. He is cute in a kind of boyish way, almost the complete opposite of Lance. He looks a lot younger than the rest of us and has the cutest dimples when he smiles. He looks like the All-American guy with neatly trimmed medium-length sandy blonde hair, clean-shaven, and the most beautiful blue eyes. He was on the swim team in high school, so he has broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, and a tight cute butt. Of course, I was attracted to him, but I never would have gotten between him and Liz. Sure, I liked to fuck, but I never wanted to break up a relationship.

Liz was kind of a bitch to me whenever we were together and the guys would tease me about wanting to see a catfight between us. We may not have liked each other, but we made the best of it. She wouldn't always come out with us either, so that made it easier on me.

One Friday night, I was supposed to meet Gary, Liz, and Wayne for a Happy Hour after work. On my way to the bar, I got a text from Wayne saying he had a headache and couldn't make it. When I got to the bar, Gary was there without Liz.

After exchanging hugs, I asked Gary, "Where's Liz? Wayne isn't coming."

"Well, that's a long story. I'll tell you after we order our drinks."

I was curious after he said that. We got our drinks and found a table where we could talk.

"So, what's up, Gary?"

"Well, Liz and I broke up."

In my mind, I was thinking, "It's about time," but I politely replied, "That's too bad. What happened?"

"It's been building for a while. I got tired of her trying to control me, her mood swings, and just being a bitch. We were fighting all the time, so we both agreed to end it."

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Mel. I appreciate it."

We spent the next couple of hours talking with Gary, telling me all the problems he had with Liz. I wasn't surprised. Part of me wanted to bring him home to console him, but I didn't want a guy on the rebound, especially if there was a chance they'd get back together.

Gary and I got together as friends for Happy Hour a few times after that night. We'd have dinner together while we drank and talked. I had stopped my relationship with Wayne too. He wasn't my type, and the friends with benefits stuff was growing old. I was also developing a crush on Gary. He seemed so sweet and lovable, I just wanted to hug him. The thing that surprised me most was that he rarely talked about Liz and didn't seem too brokenhearted over their split.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you don't act like a guy who just broke up with their girlfriend."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't seem sad or depressed at all."

"To be honest, I'm kind of relieved. It's been coming for a while."

"If I can be honest, I'm surprised you stayed with her this long."

We both chuckled and then Gary surprised me by saying, "Yeah, I've been wanting to ask someone else out for a while and I think Liz sensed that."

"Well, now that you're single, you should ask her out."

"Funny you should say that. Uh, would you like to go out with me sometime?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you like to have fun, and I admire you for that. Besides, you're smart, have an outgoing personality, and you're beautiful."

I was so flattered, he almost made me blush, and I replied, "Uh, yeah, sure. I'd love to go out with you sometime."

I was mildly shocked because I figured Gary thought of me as promiscuous, seeing I was a former friends with benefits with two of his buddies. Then I thought he might be asking me out so he could have sex with me. I was sure Lance and Wayne must have talked to Gary about me in the past. Guys gossip worse than women. I wasn't opposed to sleeping with Gary, but I was getting tired of having purely sexual relationships and was looking for something more meaningful.

In the days before our first real date, Gary texted me and said, "I'm looking forward to our date on Saturday."

"Me too. I can't wait."

On that Saturday, we agreed to go to dinner and a movie. My expectations were low, but I was hopeful this wasn't a date with another guy just looking to get laid. It had been a while for me, so having sex was something I was looking forward to, but I wanted more.

I wore a light pink short-sleeved crop top and denim mini skirt with a matching white lace bra and thong underneath. When Gary came to pick me up, he came to my apartment door. Heck, I was used to a guy texting me from the car to come down and meet him. He even brought me a small bouquet.

"Thank you for the flowers. No one's ever brought me flowers before."

"Really? Well, I'm glad I'm the first then. You look fabulous."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too, Gary."

"I've been looking forward to tonight all week, Mel."

"Me too, Gary," I replied while thinking, "Boy, this date is starting off better than I imagined."

Gary escorted me to the car and opened the door for me. Guys always seem to hold the car door open for a woman when she's wearing a skirt, but he seemed to be a true gentleman. I rewarded him with a sneak peek up my skirt anyway. What can I say? I like to tease guys.

I had known Gary through Lance and Wayne for a long time, so I think both of us were less nervous on our first date. We didn't have to try and impress each other. In the back of my mind, I kept wondering if he was just trying to get laid so he could compare notes with his friends, not that it mattered much to me. He was treating me with respect, and I was open to sleeping with him anyway. If I was going to fuck someone at least I was getting dinner and a movie out of it. I've fucked and sucked guys for less.

Gary was a total gentleman that night. He was charming, funny, and friendly during dinner. He opened doors for me and bought me popcorn, candy, and a drink at the movie.

After the movie, Gary asked, "Do you want to go somewhere for a drink?"

I was my usual bold self and suggested, "We could go back to my place and hang out."

I've never had a guy tell me no to that suggestion, and Gary was no different and replied, "Yeah, that would be nice."

When we got to my place, Gary ran around to the passenger side of the car to open my door again, and I parted my legs wider to give him a better look up my skirt. I kept my eyes on his and saw him staring between my legs.

We had a couple of cocktails, sat on the sofa, and began chatting. I don't even remember what we were talking about. It was the first time I noticed us both feeling awkward the entire night. We finished our first drink, and I made us another, and that's when Gary made his move.

"You know, Mel, you're such a naturally beautiful woman."

"Thank you, Gary. You are a very handsome man, too."

We looked deep into each other's eyes and simultaneously leaned in to kiss each other. There was a definite spark, at least for me, but I was pretty sure he felt it too. I felt my heart flutter from the kiss. When our lips parted, we looked into each other's eyes again and went in for a longer, more passionate kiss this time. His hand was touching my bare leg, and I was pulling him closer to me. I took a deep breath when I felt his hand gently cup my breast. My pussy was so hot, it felt like someone put a match to some gasoline.

Gary started rubbing my upper thigh as I parted my legs to signal it was okay to explore my body further. I shuddered when I felt his fingers rubbing my pussy through my thong. I was rubbing his now erect cock through his pants.

I finally told him, "Do you want to take this into the bedroom?"

"Hell yeah."

We scooped up our drinks and headed to my bedroom, where we helped each other strip off our clothes. We gazed at one another's naked bodies like hungry animals in the wild. We embraced and kissed again as we ran our hands over as much naked skin of the other as we could reach.

Gary alternately sucked on my nipples while he fingered my pussy. Making out with Gary had a different feeling about it than with other guys. There seemed to be a deeper connection between us that I had never felt before. I eventually got down on my knees and took his cock into my mouth after giving his balls and shaft a lengthy tongue bath.

As I took Gary deep into my throat, he gently held my head and said, "Oh fuck, that feels fantastic. Damn, you're good at that."

Inside, I was proud of my oral expertise and was thankful I was able to give Gary a sample of what I'm sure his friends bragged about to him. I sucked his dick for several minutes before he stopped me.

Gary told me, "I don't want to cum too soon. It's your turn now."

No woman is going to object to getting her pussy licked. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs, offering my pussy to Gary for whatever he wanted to do.

He gazed at my naked body and said, "Wow, you're fucking gorgeous."

He then laid down with me and began to kiss, nibble, lick, and suck his way down my body from my lips, neck, breasts, torso, and legs. When he got to my pussy, I was so hot, I knew it wouldn't take me long to have an orgasm. Gary's tongue fucked me for a little while before replacing his tongue with his finger as he began to concentrate on my clit. He flicked it several times and I came to my first orgasm after he started sucking on it. He licked me until I came again.

Gary moved between my legs, aiming his erect cock at my pussy. I was more than ready for a good fucking by then. He leaned over to kiss me, and I could taste my juices on his lips as he slowly entered me. While his dick was average in size with a large mushroomed head, it felt different than with other guys, like his kiss did.

As Gary started to move slowly in and out of me, I realized the difference was that he was making love to me. It was more than a friends with benefits fucking. There was a deeper feeling between us that night. We were lovers more than simply sexual partners looking for relief.

We continued to kiss while he played with my breasts. He didn't pound my pussy like other guys. He made slow love to me. He would pick up his pace at times, but it was more methodical in a good way. We took our time to appreciate how good it felt to be having sex with each other.

As Gary was coming closer to his orgasm, his thrusts became harder and deeper. I lifted my hips in rhythm to him and squeezed my pussy tighter around him. I desperately wanted to please him and feel him empty his seed into me. We were looking deeply into each other's eyes as I saw his face grimace with pleasure.

"Cum for me. I want to feel it inside me."

He grunted as I felt his dick throb as he released wad after wad after wad of cum deep inside me. I started to cum also from the pleasure of pleasing him. When he was done cumming, his body collapsed onto mine and I held him tightly, our naked bodies touching each other. It's like we were as one.

When he withdrew from inside me, Gary looked at me and said, "Wow, that was great."

"Yeah, that was nice."

I got a towel from the bathroom to wipe ourselves off. I refilled our drinks and got us some water to rehydrate while we laid naked on my bed talking.

"You know, Mel, I always found you to be so sexy."

"Really? That's flattering. You know I always thought you were cute. I guess I wasn't joking with some of my flirting."

We talked for a while longer before we were at it again. This time was more physically intense and we fucked in a variety of positions like doggie style and me riding Gary. We both had nice orgasms. We then faced that awkward moment when Gary didn't know if he should stay or leave.

After we had time to recover and clean up, Gary said, "I guess I should be going, eh?"

He seemed like he might want to stay the night, but was feeling me out on how I felt, so I replied, "It's pretty late. You can stay if you want."

I tried to give him a look of encouragement in my eyes and was delighted when he said, "As long as you are sure. I am pretty tired."

"No, it's fine. Really. I've got nothing going on tomorrow."

That was the first time Gary spent the night, but not the last. We were pretty much inseparable from that night forward. We went on dates all the time, and he either spent the night at my place or I was at his. Even though we were spending most of our time together, I was reluctant to call him my boyfriend. I was still insecure about where this was going, but he seemed to want more than a friend with benefits relationship, and so did I.

After a couple of months, we double-dated with Wayne and a girl he started dating, which was a little awkward at first, and when Gary introduced me, he said, "This is my girlfriend, Melanie."

Later, when we were alone, I asked Gary, "So, am I officially your girlfriend now?"

"I guess so. I mean, I'm not dating anyone else, so I just assumed you were my girlfriend. Am I your boyfriend?"

"I'm not dating anyone else either and don't want to. I've never been happier." I went on to say, "I'll be your girlfriend if you will be my boyfriend."

He laughed and said, "You make it sound like a business transaction, so I guess we have a deal."

Gary put out his hand so we could shake on it. I laughed and shook his hand and pulled him in for a nice, long, passionate kiss. I hadn't had a real boyfriend in a long, long time. I was surprised Gary wanted to be my boyfriend because he knew I had fucked both of his closest friends for long periods of time. He obviously wasn't the jealous type. I wasn't going to bring up the subject, but I guess it was only a matter of time before we cleared the air about my past relationships with Lance and Wayne.

That moment came after I had been dating Gary for over six months, when Lance was back in town on leave from the military and the four of us got together for drinks, pizza, and Buffalo wings at Gary's place. I didn't say anything to Gary, but this was going to be a little uncomfortable for me to be with my new boyfriend and two guys that I had had previous casual sex with regularly. I was already at Gary's place when Lance and Wayne arrived.

As soon as Lance saw me, he picked me up off the ground, hugged me, gave me a quick kiss, looked at Gary, and joked, "What the heck are you doing with my girl? Nice buddy you are. As soon as I'm gone, you swoop up my girl."

Wayne busted his chops by replying, "You got that wrong, Lance. It was I who swooped in first."

The guys got a good laugh at that, but it was a touch embarrassing for me. I nervously laughed with them, though.

I joined the fray by saying, "It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally got the best guy out of all of you."

They laughed at my comment, leading Lance to reply, "Aw come on, honey, you know I'm better than Gary. You know who to call if he ain't taking care of business if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, you should call me," Wayne replied.

"You guys are horrible," I told them.

"All kidding aside, you look sexy as ever, Mel. You got yourself a good guy," Lance said.

That first conversation dealt with the elephant in the room in a joking and friendly manner, and I was able to relax. However, for the rest of the night, I couldn't help but keep looking at Lance and Wayne and recall all the times we fucked the night away.

I happened to be wearing a mini skirt and pantyhose. Okay, I wore them to tease Wayne. He was staring at my legs and feet the whole night which made my pussy wet. I didn't have to try and tease Lance, he was a horn dog who was checking me out from the moment he walked in the door. I wore a sweater with no bra so he'd see my nipples poking through. I know they were undressing me with their eyes and thinking about how I used to fuck them.

We had a great time catching up with Lance and his military experiences, as well as what Wayne was up to. They talked about some of their antics back in college and how they had all slowed down. I could feel Lance and Wayne's eyes on me every time I moved a little.

When I went into the kitchen to get a few more beers, I didn't hear Lance follow me. While I was bent over getting beer out of the fridge, he came up behind me and grabbed my ass, and ran his hands up to cup my breasts. He scared me half to death, and I let out a short scream.

"You scared the hell outta me," I said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I saw you bent over and couldn't help myself."

"Well, I'm with Gary now, so I'm off limits."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

When we returned to the living room, Gary asked, "Was everything okay in there?"

"Yeah, I just saw Mel, bent over and gave her a hug."

"A hug, is that what you call it? You should dust me for fingerprints, Gary," I sarcastically replied.

Gary snickered, shook his head, and said, "That's Lance."

We continued drinking, passing around a joint, and teasing one another. Lance brought up the time when I came back into the bar with my dirty knees. He didn't have to reference the fact that I had traces of his come on my face. It embarrassed me a little, but I was waiting for a reaction from Gary.

I was mildly surprised when Gary stated, "Yeah, that was hilarious. We all knew what you two had been up to."

"If we hadn't been dating other people, Gary and I would have tried to date you sooner," Wayne added.

"So you guys talked about me behind my back?"

The guys looked at each other before Lance replied, "Fuck yeah. We've known each other for so long, we don't have any secrets."

"Oh really. What have you guys said about me?"

Gary said, "Let's not go there, Mel."

"No, I want to hear this," I said with a smile on my face.

I wanted to let them know I was more curious than anything.

Lance jumped in to say, "Come on, Mel, it's no secret that you like to have sex and you're good at it. There's nothing wrong with that. We all had fun while we were together."

"Yeah, we had some fun times, but you're with Gary now. Lance and I want nothing but the best for you two. We'll always have fond memories of you."

"You mean of us having sex."

"Yeah, but we didn't spend all of our time having sex, but face it, Mel, you're one sexy lady," Lance added.

Throughout all of this, Gary was silent. I figured he probably didn't want to get into trouble. I think that conversation made us all start to think of how I had sex with them all. It also confirmed in my mind that they were probably thinking about how they had fucked me while we were talking.

I was still surprised that Gary wasn't bothered by that conversation at all. I brought it up later after everyone left.

"So, uh, I'm curious about something."

"What's that, Mel?"

"Why didn't it bother you that Lance had his hands all over me in the kitchen or that he and Wayne were talking about having sex with me in the past?"

"That's what Lance is like. He doesn't mean any harm. He'd never do anything that would come between us. I knew you had sex with them before we started dating, so why would it bother me now?"

"Most guys would have been pissed off, that's all."

"Not me. If I can be candid, it kind of turns me on. You're my girlfriend now, and I like it when other guys want you but can't have you. It makes me want you even more."

"That's interesting, Gary."

"Come on, you never wear pantyhose, but we all know Wayne has a fetish for nylon. Tell me you weren't teasing him a little tonight."

Oh shit, I was caught.

"Well, maybe just a little," I replied with a sly grin.

"Maybe we should continue this conversation in the bedroom, Mel."

"Maybe we should," I replied as I headed to the bedroom.

"The fact that they've both fucked you before made them want you even more. I could tell they were picturing you naked the entire evening," Gary said as soon as we walked into the bedroom.

"I wanted them to see what they were missing out on, too."

"I like when you're a cocktease, Mel."

"I like to know I'm desirable. Guys are so easy to tease, too."

"They're both probably going to go home and jerk off thinking about you. That turns me on like you wouldn't believe."

I never considered that guys would be masturbating while thinking of me, but it turned me on too. Gary and I were out of clothes in no time and getting all tangled up in the bed, kissing, fondling, and groping each other. I was sopping wet by the time Gary entered me.

"Fuck Mel, the thought of them wanting to fuck you again drives me wild."

"The thought of them jerking off thinking of me gets my juices going too. If I had known it didn't bother you, I would have teased them more."

"I would have loved that, babe. Oh, you're so fucking hot."

"Fuck me, Gary. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee."

Gary fucked me in several different positions before I came. He wasn't far behind. While Gary and I had a great sex life, he hadn't shared any of his sexual fantasies with me. Everyone has them, but it isn't always comfortable talking about them. This was the first hint of one of Gary's, and I wanted to pursue it.

"That was wild, honey, but I want to know something."

"What's that, babe?"

"You said you like when guys undress me with their eyes and when I tease them. Does that mean you want them to see me naked or just tease them?"

Gary hesitated and replied, "I guess a little bit of both. Knowing that Wayne and Lance have seen you naked turns me on for some reason. I don't understand it, but I wouldn't mind if they or other guys saw you nude."

Gary now had another hard on so I knew he was serious about wanting to see me expose myself to other men. We talked about some of the times other men had seen me naked the entire time we fucked.

I wasn't shy about wearing something sexy anyway, so it didn't take much for me to take it to another level. I had to be careful around our friends because I didn't want their girlfriends to think I was trying to steal their boyfriends. The first time I exposed myself for Gary was on a road trip while he was driving. We were going on a weekend getaway a few hours away.

While driving, he told me, "We're coming up on a truck. Why don't you flash your tits for the driver? I'll slow down so he gets a good look and then I'll drive away."

I grinned and replied, "Yeah, that sounds like fun."

Not only did I flash that trucker but several others along the way got a good look at my tits before Gary would speed away. Gary couldn't see their reaction but I let him know when I was seen and would jiggle my tits when I got their attention.

I had to pee, so Gary pulled into the next rest area. When I was entering the ladies' room, I saw a burly man staring at me. I recognized him as one of the truckers I flashed. He smiled and winked at me as I passed by. I winked back to let him know I knew what he had seen. We got a quick bite to eat and hit the road again.

When we got to the car, I pulled up my mini skirt to show Gary that I removed my panties. He grinned because he knew exactly what I had planned. As we approached another truck, I placed my left foot on the dashboard to further expose my pussy and I lifted my shirt. That trucker got a nice surprise that afternoon with a nice long look at my breasts, legs, feet, and pussy.

The next trucker was the same guy I saw in the rest area, and when Gary slowed down, the trucker waved at me and honked his horn. Gary stayed right by his side so he could get a good look at me.

Gary then said, "Bend over and show him your ass."

It sounded like a good idea to me so I unbuckled my seat belt and changed positions with my ass practically pressing against the window. I felt so naughty posing for a complete stranger, but it was a safe way to expose myself.

By the time we got to the hotel, we were both so horny that we set our suitcases down and immediately started to fuck. Gary kept talking about how that trucker would never forget me and would be telling all his friends about me. He told me how the trucker would have loved to have me suck his dick and fuck him and how he'd be jerking off thinking of me.

I didn't wear a stitch of underwear the entire weekend and flashed my tits, ass, and pussy all over town. I made it look accidental most of the time, except when I'd lift my shirt when I saw guys walking by themselves or with other guys. Gary and I got a kick out of seeing the surprised looks on their faces when I'd flash them. I let Gary lift my shirt too. That gave him a nice thrill. He wanted me to lift my skirt to flash my ass and pussy and I was happy to do it for him. We fucked all weekend.

At dinner on the last night, Gary asked me to move in with him. We were spending most of our time together, and paying two rents didn't make sense. I'd never been in a long-term relationship like this before.

With Gary's encouragement, I began to flash food delivery people. I started out wearing a flimsy T-shirt and thong underwear to mostly expose my breasts and ass. One time, Gary and I were drinking and smoking weed and ordered a pizza. I knew he wanted me to tease the delivery guy, but this time, I pretended to be getting out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around me. I practiced keeping it loosely tucked together and letting it "accidentally" fall to the floor. Gary found a convenient hiding place so he could watch without the delivery guy seeing him. We found from past experience that the delivery people were less likely to stare if he was around.

I was anxiously waiting for our pizza, and when the doorbell rang, Gary went to his hiding place. I took a deep breath and opened the door to find a cute, college-aged guy standing there with our pizza. I invited him in, and as he stood in the doorway, he handed me the pizza. When I put out my hands to take it, my towel fell to the floor, just as I had practiced. I stood before him, stark naked, feigning embarrassment.

I tried to pick up the towel but couldn't put it on while holding the pizza, so I handed it back to him while he gawked at my naked body. I put the towel around me only to lose it when he handed me the pizza. He was grinning from ear to ear, watching me fumble around.

I then said, "Fuck it, you've already seen me naked."

I walked over to a table, bent over, and put the pizza down while giving him a look at my ass. I then walked around the room pretending I couldn't find my purse, further delaying his exit. He didn't seem to mind. I could feel his eyes watching every move I made. I finally found my purse, and when I handed him the money, I clumsily dropped it on the floor. When I bent down to pick it up, I saw a noticeable bulge in his pants.

I thought to myself, "Mission accomplished."

I paid the young man, and he gave me one more long gaze before I closed the door behind him.

Gary came out from hiding as I was nervously laughing.

"That was some performance, babe. You have another victim who will never forget you."

"Did you see the lump in his pants?"

"I sure did. He'll be jerking off tonight, for sure."

Our pizza got cold as Gary fucked me right there in the living room. I was so fucking hot as we relived my exhibitionism again and again. Gary kept talking about how the delivery guy was probably hoping I'd invite him in to fuck and suck him.

I don't know why, but I asked Gary, "Would you want me to do that?"

"Yeah, maybe."

I didn't say anything, but I wondered if Gary was serious or not. It certainly put a thought in my head, especially after drinking and getting high. I didn't think too much of it after that.

There were other ways to tease men than flashing them. We got into a period in our lives when people we knew were starting to get married, which meant several weddings. There's an unwritten rule that women shouldn't dress too provocatively at a wedding so they don't distract attention away from the bride. However, that didn't mean I couldn't wear a sexy little black dress or a nice body-hugging slip dress. I would also shake my tits and ass on the dance floor knowing I get a lot of attention, especially from the older married guys.

If Wayne was at the same wedding, we'd usually be seated at the same table. I'd make sure I'd sit next to him so he'd get a good look at my stocking-covered legs. I'd let my dress creep up my thighs and I'd let my shoe dangle from my toes because I knew that drove him wild. At one wedding, I told him my feet were killing me from dancing in my high heels, and he offered to give me a foot massage. What woman would turn down a foot massage? I put my feet on his lap and let him rub the soles of my feet and toes. I made sure to give him a couple of peeks up my dress too. It's a good thing his date was outside having a cigarette or she would have been furious. I made sure to rub my feet along his erection to tease him.

The more I flashed and teased other men, the hotter the sex was between me and Gary. The one thing that started to change was Gary began to talk more about men wanting to fuck me. We'd give them names and we would fantasize that I was fucking the stranger I flashed. It was different, but every guy I dated had a kink of some sort. It made for some good sex, so I played along. We even began to role-play him being a pizza delivery guy and fucking him after my towel dropped.

In addition to a great sex life, things were going great between Gary and me. They were going so well that he proposed to me on the second anniversary of our first date. No one ever treated me as well as Gary, and I loved him deeply. In my heart, I was hoping we'd get married someday, but I didn't want to get my hopes up.

While we were engaged, I kept up my exhibitionist ways much to the delight of my fiancé. I'd wear the tiniest thong bikini when we went to the beach by ourselves. Gary would keep an eye out for guys staring at me and would let me know I was being watched. My favorite parts were when we were going in and out of the water or taking long walks on the beach. I was barely covered and knew many of the men were watching me. It's a glorious feeling to be admired, and it's even better when your fiancé gets off on it too.

I'd play a game where I'd leave my top loosely tied when I went into the water, and there were countless times when the waves would pull it off. I would feign my embarrassment, of course. I'd also untie the strings to the top when I'd sunbathe face down on the blanket. Silly me would sometimes forget it was untied and accidentally flash my tits for the men sitting around us.

I wore a more conservative bikini when we were with friends. Other women don't like it when one of their friends shows too much skin. I didn't want them to get jealous of me. However, my suits would still reveal plenty of cleavage and a good portion of my ass. Gary would often tell me how our male friends would tell him how much they admired my confidence to show so much skin.

Sex with Gary continued to be awesome. There was nothing we couldn't share when it came to our sexual fantasies. It was mostly Gary telling me what he wanted and me going along with it. For example, he began asking me for details about my previous lovers. I knew he wasn't the jealous type, but I still opened up cautiously. I told him about the time I gave someone my first blow job or the night I lost my virginity in the backseat of a car after a heavy makeout session. Hearing of those adventures made for some wild sex between me and Gary, so I felt confident to keep telling him stories. He knew I was promiscuous before we started dating, so there were plenty of stories to tell him. I was still reluctant to tell him how many guys I had been with, besides, I lost count anyway.

Gary was especially curious about my love life with Lance and Wayne. I gave him detailed accounts of that time I blew Lance outside of the bar and was seen by two guys and how Lance liked to dominate me by spanking me and "forcing" me to suck his cock. The more excited Gary became, the more details I would tell him. He knew that I let Lance take me anally and how he would tie me up sometimes.

Gary knew about Wayne's hosiery fetish but didn't know how much he liked to play with my feet and toes. I told him how Wayne gave the best foot massages and how I'd give him a footjob while wearing pantyhose or stockings.

It was an odd feeling during our wedding with Gary and Wayne being in the wedding party. They both knew the details of our sex lives together, and my husband did also. It didn't bother my husband in the least that his two best friends and I shared intense sexual intimacy for months.

The problem with telling Gary all about the time I spent with his two best friends was that it made me think about them too. It became difficult to look at them without thinking of them in sexual terms. After we would socialize with either or both of them, Gary would have me tell him stories of fucking them.

It wasn't until after we were married that he began to ask me to say things like, "Fuck me, Lance. Oh, how I love fucking you."

He'd make me interchange their names depending on the situation. I began to wonder if Gary wanted me to fuck them again. I was curious, but I wasn't going to bring it up. I didn't want him to think that was what I wanted.

My suspicions were confirmed when a few months after our wedding, I got a bad case of the flu and was out of commission for a couple of weeks. I knew Gary must have been masturbating because I had no interest in any type of sexual activity, but it didn't bother me. We were fucking multiple times per week and several times over the weekends when I wasn't sick.

He had to go into the office, and I was on our home computer checking my social media and passing the time. My curiosity got the best of me, so I checked the Internet history. The first things that came up were Gary's social media accounts and some sports and news sites. Then there were several porn sites. I tried to tell myself not to look, but I didn't have that much self-control.

What I found were links to videos of husbands sharing their wives with their friends. Video after video had the same theme, other men fucking someone's wife. Sometimes the husband would join in, but others showed the husband watching and videoing the action. To be honest, I wasn't totally surprised at what I found. However, what surprised me was that I was getting turned on watching them even though I was still sick.

I was thinking, "Holy shit, Gary wants me to fuck his friends."

Then I wondered, "How am I going to bring this up? I can't let him know I was spying on his Internet history."

I had to wait until I was feeling better. I still wasn't up for full-out sex, but I offered to give Gary a blow job. I honestly did feel bad for him. I knew he must have had a huge load built up in his balls even though he was jerking off while I was ill.

I stripped off my top so Gary could play with my breasts and suck on my nipples before I got down on my knees while he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stripped off his shorts and underwear and began to tell him a story of me sucking Lance's cock. I was stroking my husband's cock as I told him how Lance loved to make me get on my knees to blow him.

"It made him feel dominant over me and, to be honest, I loved being submissive for him. He loved when I licked his balls like this to start."

I used my tongue to swab his balls just like I used to for Lance.

"Lance always seemed to have heavy balls, just like you have now, which told me he had a nice big load for me."

"Oh, I've got a nice load waiting for you, honey."

"I would lick his shaft just like this, kiss it, and run my lips up and down over it. Lance loved it when I did this to him," I continued while listening to Gary moan softly.

Gary was running his fingers through my hair while gently grasping my head.

"I'd then tease this head of his dick like this with my tongue. Licking under the ridge just like this."

"Oh fuck, Mel, this is hot."

"I'd tease him for a while then take just the head between my lips and swirl my tongue around it like this," I said as I demonstrated my technique on my husband.

Gary had his eyes closed, so I knew he was imagining me blowing his best friend.

"Lance would hold my head still and start fucking my mouth."

Gary held me firmly and shoved his dick into my throat and started thrusting himself between my lips.

When he let me catch my breath, I told him, "I'd let him fuck my mouth, then I'd take over and go to town on his hard cock. Oh shit, I loved sucking his dick."

"I know he liked it too. He would tell me and Wayne all the time what a great cocksucker you are."

I love hearing about men bragging about my sexual expertise. Lance used to play with my tits while I was sucking his dick and Gary followed suit. It helped him get off and what woman doesn't like having her titties played with?

As I worked on Gary's cock, I kept telling him how much I loved blowing Lance, or any guy for that matter but he wanted to hear about his friend.

When I felt Gary getting close to having an orgasm, I asked him, "You want to see me sucking Lance's dick, don't you?"

He didn't answer right away, so I slowed down on blowing him and said, "It's okay, just say it. I want to hear you say it."

He hesitated again, and I said, "Tell me. Tell me now."

Gary was breathing heavily and finally relented and said "Yes, I want to see you sucking Lance's cock. I want to see him cum in your mouth and watch as you swallow it all."

I didn't respond right away but worked over his dick with my lips and tongue and just before he was about to cum, I said, "Cum for me, Lance. Cum in my mouth like you used to."

Gary held my head and shot a huge load of cum into my mouth. I gathered some of it and swirled it around the head with my tongue. I kept swallowing and swallowing. I felt good that I could give him the sexual relief he so desperately needed. I sucked him dry and we both felt good. However, when I was done, it led to an awkward moment of silence when we both didn't know what to say about Gary's revelation.

He broke the silence by saying, "That was awesome, honey. I needed that."

"I do my best to please my man," I replied and went to ask, "So, do you want to see me blow Lance?"

"Oh no, that's just some stupid fantasy," he said, then turned the tables on me and asked, "Is that something you want to do?"

"I don't know. It's just that you seem to like me talking about me having sex with other men, and you have this fantasy about seeing me, you know, blowing Lance. It just made me wonder, that's all. If it's your fantasy, we can talk about it."

I didn't tell him I knew he was watching wife sharing porn on the Internet.

Chapter 2

Over the next month or so, Gary opened up more about his fantasy, and his fantasy quickly became mine. For all of the sexual experimentation I have done in my life, a threesome was something I had never done. I was more worried about ruining our marriage than anything. I finally found the love of my life, and I didn't want to throw that away for some temporary sexual gratification. However, the more we talked about it, the more comfortable I got with the idea of fucking another man in front of or with Gary.

Whenever we were out, whether it was at a bar, a party, or even grocery shopping, Gary would mention to me how some guy was checking me out. Sometimes I would tease them by flashing my tits or leaving my legs open when I had on a short skirt to get the attention of another man.

I would tell Gary to, "Watch this," as I flashed someone. I'd follow it up by saying, "Um, I wonder what his cock tastes like," or "He's cute. How would you like to watch him fuck me?"

His positive responses were confirmed later on in bed when he'd tell me how he'd like to see me on my knees sucking someone's cock or spreading my legs while another man slides his dick into me.

While these conversations continued with my husband, Lance got out of the Army and found a job about fifty miles away. He'd come into town on the weekends to socialize sometimes and would stay with Wayne. Gary and I would get together with the guys at a bar where I'd join them sometimes or leave them on their own. Other times, they'd gather at our house to watch football, have a pizza, and drink.

Lance could be crude at times, which was not unexpected, and after a couple of beers, he'd tease me about having slept with all three of them. It was good-natured kidding, and once Wayne saw neither Gary nor I was offended, he would join in the friendly banter.

Lance would say things while he was checking me out such as, "Damn Mel, how'd I ever let you get away. I've never had a better sex partner than you."

"Tell me something I don't know, Lance."

"I can verify that. Damn, I still think about you." Wayne added.

Gary jumped in to say, "Well, you guys can jerk off thinking about Mel all you want, she's mine now, all mine."

"Come on, buddy, don't you want to share your good fortune with your good friends? You know, we were there before you."

"You guys realize I'm right here in the room, right?" I replied.

"Come on, Mel, you know we had some good times," Lance said.

"Yeah, Mel, it's not like we haven't done it before," Wayne added.

"You guys are horrible, I'm a married woman now and it ain't happening, right Gary?"

"Gee, I don't know, Mel, we are good friends."

I laughed at them and quickly changed the subject. We'd have similar banter whenever the guys were over at the house. Lance wasn't shy about teasing me about my "dirty knees" night and how much he missed those days. It wasn't uncommon for Lance to give my ass or tits a quick feel at times. I'd let him touch me for a little while before I'd brush his hands away.

I may have unintentionally (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) teased the guys with the attire I chose to wear. It wasn't too obvious but I may have worn spandex shorts that hugged my ass or my cotton ones that showed off more of my cheeks. I never wore a bra, and my brown areola showed through as well as my hard nipples. I made sure my toes were well-pedicured just for Wayne. I knew how to tease them and I enjoyed the attention.

After each time Gary had his friends over, we were both horny as heck and fucked after they left. They were making no secret of the fact that they would like to fuck me again and it was making me feel the same way in return. That being said, I wasn't sure that was the right direction to take for a lasting marriage.

The conversations between me and Gary evolved into who he'd like to see me fuck rather than whether we should do it or not. Should it be someone we knew or some random stranger? A stranger would offer us some anonymity, while a close friend would ensure respect in how they treated me. The friends we considered were, naturally, Lance or Wayne. The downside to inviting a friend into our bedroom was that we still socialized and would still have to interact with them. I could fuck a stranger and never see them again.

One evening during our sexual pillow talk, we were discussing how to bring Gary's fantasy to life and decided we'd both be more comfortable with someone we knew and trusted

The conversation then switched to which one of his friends and my former lovers we'd want to join us in bed when Gary asked, "Why not both?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not? It would be fun."

"Do you think you could handle me fucking Lance and Wayne?"

"I most certainly could. Abso-fucking-lutely."

I simply smiled, opened my legs, and replied, "Here I am, guys, come and get it."

As Gary was fucking me, he kept talking about how wild it would be for all of them to take turns fucking me and how he wanted to see me sucking their dicks, fucking them, and giving up my ass to them.

"What if I wanted all three of you at once?"

"That would be even hotter."

"So, you want me to be a little slut for you?"

"Yes, but you'd be my little slut."

I then whispered in my husband's ear, "I'll fuck anyone you want, Gary. If you want me to fuck Lance and Wayne, I'll do it for you."

He unleashed a torrent of cum deep into my pussy that night.

As he was cumming, Gary said to me, "I want to see my friends filling your pussy with their cum, just like they did so many times before."

The next morning, Gary wanted to make sure I was still okay with what we had talked about the night before.

I said, "I'd do anything for you, besides, it sounds like fun."

I was convinced he wasn't going to have second thoughts. My only question was, "How are you going to set it up?"

I should have known better, but Gary replied, "I've been thinking about this for a while. When I get together with the guys, we sometimes talk about how they'd like a chance to fuck you again.

They tease me all the time about wanting a foursome, and I never shut down the conversation. I just tell them that I didn't think you'd agree to it."

I was a little surprised but not really. Guys gossip more than girls. It was flattering to hear it, though. I figured there was probably more to those conversations that part of me wanted to know, but the other part didn't.

"Lance will be back again in a couple of weeks, and Wayne is dating someone, but it's not that serious. Leave it to me, I'll arrange everything."

"Alright, if you say so."

The wheels had been set in motion. Over the next two weeks, we set some ground rules. If either one of us felt uncomfortable, we could call it off at any time, no questions asked. I also didn't want him to tell his friends ahead of time what we had planned. I didn't want to raise anyone's expectations. I was pretty sure I wanted to do this, but I reserved a woman's right to change her mind.

The plan was for the guys to gather at our house to watch a college football game. I'd dress as I usually did, and if things were going to progress, I'd change into something that would leave no doubt as to my intentions.

Over the next two weeks, I was more nervous than I expected. I had fucked more men than I could count since I lost my virginity. I enjoyed being caught sucking or fucking a partner but this was different. Gary was looking forward to this, and I didn't want to disappoint him. I had given him intimate details of my past sexual activity, but he would be right there watching it all take place. Part of me was still afraid it might jeopardize our marriage, but my husband was the one pushing me to do this.

In preparation for a possible evening of unbridled sex with my husband and two ex-lovers, I ordered some sexy clothing online, and I went shopping that Saturday. I also treated myself to a manicure, pedicure, and a massage.

When I got home later that afternoon, I could see Gary was anxious to see what I thought about his friends coming over. He told me what time they were coming and what he was going to order for dinner. We had plenty of beer and snacks. He kept looking at me like he wanted to say something else but didn't. We knew each other well enough that I knew what he was thinking, so I answered his unasked question for him.

"I think I'm okay with your other plans for tonight," I said in a thinly veiled cryptic message, then asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"There's no doubt in my mind. I think it would be awesome, you know, to see you with them. I've imagined it a thousand times over the years, honey."

"I'm still not 100% sure myself, but I just needed to hear you say it again. I don't want you getting mad at me."

"I understand. The last thing I'll be is mad. Trust me. How will we know if you're, uh, ready for us?"

"I bought something I know you and your friends will love to see me in. When I'm ready, I'll model it for you all."

We left the conversation with that understanding. I planned to wear something sexy for them anyway, and I figured I'd let things play out naturally. As I was getting ready, I heard Gary answer the door and his friends high-fiving and joking around.

When I joined them, I was wearing a high neckline, sleeveless sheer lace black top with a sheer black half-cup bra underneath. I wanted them to have to look a little harder to see my nipples. The tease is half the fun.

I also wore a hot pink spandex micro mini skirt that hugged every curve of my ass. It was so short I think it was meant to be worn over leggings because it barely covered my ass. I knew that if I bent over, even a little bit, my butt cheeks would be exposed. Instead, I wore a pair of sheer nude pantyhose that didn't have a cotton gusset. There's no way I could sit down without giving the guys a view up my skirt. I knew Wayne would love the pantyhose too. I also went barefoot just for Wayne.

I put a little wave in my hair and applied some makeup, but I didn't overdo it either. I double and triple-checked myself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and went to greet our guests. When I went into the living room, the guys stopped talking and stared at me.

"Hello, boys."

"Wow, you look fantastic, Mel," Wayne said.

"Yeah, you look great, except for one thing," Lance added.

I put my hands on my hips and gave Lance a sassy look and replied, "Oh yeah, what's that?"

"What's with the bra? I think you'd look better without one."

"You're horrible, Lance. I didn't want to give you guys any impure thoughts. A lady needs some semblance of modesty."

"Too late, Mel, every time I see you I have impure thoughts," Lance retorted, as I rolled my eyes and we all laughed.

I could feel their eyes watching me as I walked to the kitchen to grab myself a beer. When I returned, the only place to sit was on the sofa between Lance and Wayne. Gary was sitting across from us in his lounger. I took a sip of my beer, sat back, and placed my feet on the coffee table while briefly wiggling my toes.. I looked down and my legs were exposed right up to my crotch. They couldn't see my pussy but I spread my legs just a touch to give them the hope of seeing more.

Lance then said, "I brought some THC-laced gummies if you want some, Mel."

"Oh, I don't know, you know what that stuff does to me. I might lose control."

"Well then, take two. Why do you think I brought them?" Lance said with his mischievous laugh.

I gave him one of my suspicious looks and took one. I then looked over at Gary, who gave me a quick wink and smile.

A couple of college games were on that night, and the fellas had one turned on the TV, but they weren't paying too much attention to it. I had three pairs of eyes on me every time I even moved a little. It was a little disconcerting to be watched that closely, but it made me feel sexy. Everyone in the room had their expectations of how the evening would evolve, and I was enjoying being the center of attention.

When I got everyone a second beer, I purposely bent over in Lance's face and he ran his hand up my legs and grabbed my ass. I got a shiver through my body when his fingers brushed along my pussy.

I playfully slapped his hand away and said, "Hey, control yourself."

Lance replied, "I tried to hold back but you practically stuck your ass in my face."

When I placed the other beers down, Wayne ran his hands up and down my pantyhose-covered legs.

When I turned to look at him with a feigned look of protest, he said, "You know how much I love your legs in pantyhose," before he pulled his hands back.

"You guys are bad," I said with a smile.

Gary never said a word as he watched his friends fondle me.

The thing about cannabis edibles is that they sneak up on you. You aren't sure if you're feeling high, then all of a sudden there's no doubt. The higher I got, the sexier I felt. I was more casual about keeping my legs closed and emboldened when I bent over in front of them as I got snacks and drinks. Of course, I pretended I didn't realize what I was doing.

Lance kept teasing me about my bra with the encouragement of Wayne and Gary. I made them ask several times, almost making them beg me to take it off. It was fun, and I wanted to make them work for it too. When I went to the bathroom, I came back sans my bra.

Lance immediately noticed and commented, "Now, that's much better. You've got the nicest tits, it was a shame to hide them."

"That's a little crass, but thank you," I replied as I bounced a little to make my breasts jiggle.

I could tell they wanted to throw me on the sofa and fuck me but I wasn't ready yet. When I sat down again, I stretched out my legs and wiggled my toes.

"Darn, my feet are aching from shopping all day. I knew I should've worn a different pair of shoes."

Wayne took the bait and said, "I'll massage them for you. You always loved my foot massages. It's okay with you, Gary, isn't it?"

"It's fine with me, buddy."

I had Wayne change places so he was in the middle of the sofa. This way, I could stretch my legs out. This also gave Lance and Gary a good spot to watch. Wayne gives a great foot massage and hasn't lost his touch.

As he began rubbing my left foot, he lifted my leg and ever so slowly began to open my legs affording all of them a view of my pussy that was only covered by the seam in my pantyhose. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I didn't care. Each little tease of mine also tested Gary to see if he would have a negative reaction, but he sat there staring and grinning just like his friends.

Wayne took his time rubbing the heel, sole, and toes of my left foot. It felt marvelous which also increased my horniness. I let him rub his hands over my ankle and calf before I lifted my other foot as a signal that he'd gone far enough on that leg. He then switched to the other foot and spread my legs even further.

When Wayne was done, all three of them had noticeable erections. I was feeling like I needed a good fucking too. I was hot, high, and horny as the sexual tension in the room was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. Just then, the doorbell rang and quickly snapped everyone out of their sexual trance.

Gary commented, "That must be the pizza. Why don't you get that and give the guy a show?"

The pizza was delivered sooner than expected. I think word spread throughout the shop that I might put on a show for them. The delivery person wasn't disappointed. We'd had this delivery person before, and when I opened the door, I was greeted with a nice big smile. His eyes immediately went to my chest, where my breasts were prominently on display.

I took the pizzas and walked them to the living room, where I placed them on the coffee table while bending over more than I needed. I wanted to give him a nice long look at my butt cheeks. He must have wondered why I was dressed so provocatively in front of three men. His imagination must have run wild, and he would have been correct. I was going to fuck all of them that night.

Lance and Wayne chipped in to pay for the food and tip. I was so clumsy that I dropped the money on the floor as I was handing it to him. I crouched down to pick it up, leaving my legs wide open. He crouched down too, and his eyes stared between my legs. We both fumbled with the money while he gawked at my pussy through my hose.

After he left, Lance commented, "Damn Mel, you shouldn't have teased that poor guy like that."

"Oh, he likes it. He delivers here all the time."

"Shit, maybe I'll start delivering pizzas," Lance joked.

As we sat around eating our pizza, the guys kept staring at me. Everyone seemed to be wondering if or when we'd take things to the next level. I was wondering myself.

When we were done eating, Gary said, "Uh, Mel, why don't you show us what you recently bought for tonight?"

"Oh, your friends don't want to see my new clothes," I replied, wanting to make them plead with me again.

"I think I'd like to see it. How about you, Wayne?" Lance commented.

"Yeah, I'd love to see it, too."

I looked at Gary and asked, "Are you sure you want me to change?"

"Positive dear, 100% sure."

"Alright, if you say so."

There was no turning back now. I grabbed another gummy from the table along with my beer and said, "I'll be right back."

Gary replied, "We'll be right here waiting for you."

I went into the bedroom, undressed, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "I can't believe this is happening. I'm about to fuck my three favorite men."

My heart was racing as I put on the lingerie I purchased just for tonight. When I put it on, it looked better than the images online. My guys were going to love it but they were so horny, I could've worn a burlap sack and they'd still want to fuck me. I had a pair of stockings that I was saving for when I was with my fan club.

I guzzled my beer, checked myself in the mirror, and walked down the hall to the living room. I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts and presented myself to the guys. When they saw me, they stopped talking and stared at me with their mouths open.

I was wearing an elegant black gown that came down below my knees. It had spaghetti straps and a patterned sheer lace top. The rest of the gown was sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. It had two long slits along both legs that went to the bottom of my rib cage. Underneath was a sheer black micro g-string. The gown flowed as I walked around the room, and my long bare legs and pussy were further exposed with each step. I could feel my breasts slightly bouncing in time with each step I took and I gave my ass an exaggerated wiggle.

Gary broke the silence by stating the obvious, "It looks like we're in for a good time tonight, boys. You look fantastic, honey. Good choice of lingerie."

"You never looked sexier, babe," Lance chimed in.

"Wow, double wow," was all that Wayne could say as he watched every step I took.

I felt sultry and seductive. The men were captivated by my attire. I was mostly naked, but the satiny, sheer gown added that aura of sexuality that filled the room. I pulled the coffee table away from the sofa to give myself some room before I sat down on it. Gary moved to sit between his friends. It was then that I showed them that I had a pair of sheer stockings in my hand. Wayne got the biggest grin on his face because he knew what I was about to do.

The fellas were making a few comments about how great this evening was turning out, but no one wanted to say too much and break the spell I was casting.

I crossed my legs, gathered one stocking in my hands, and slowly slipped my toes into it. I pulled the stocking over the sole of my foot and heel, then worked the soft nylon material back and forth as I pulled it over my ankle. Once I got past my ankle, I straightened my leg and pointed my toes, almost touching Wayne's chest as I pulled it over my knee and up my thigh. I then slowly pulled the stocking tighter, beginning with my foot and working my way up my leg to my thigh. I finished by smoothing the stocking out over my leg. I thought Wayne was going to cum in his pants as I repeated the process on the other leg.

I lifted my foot to Wayne's face and asked, "Do you want to feel how soft my stockings are?"

He couldn't even muster up any words and simply nodded like he was mute. He momentarily closed his eyes as his hands felt the softness of my nylon-encased leg. I saw his chest heaving as his breathing increased along with his noticeable erection.

I moved my foot closer to his lips and he opened his mouth and began to suck on my toes while I ran my other foot over his neck and cheek. He then took the toes of my other foot into his mouth while stroking my stocking-covered legs. Gary looked on in amazement, speechless, as I slowly seduced one of his friends.

I let Wayne play with my legs and feet for a little while before I moved over to Lance. I had to pass by my husband, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying my performance.

Lance was practically drooling by the time I got to him. I sat down on his lap, grinding my ass into his crotch. I could feel his hard manhood pressing against my butt cheeks. He pulled me back to lay against his chest, and he cupped my pert breasts, my nipples hardening to his touch. One of his hands found its way into my panties, and he began to finger me while nuzzling my neck.

"Your wife is soaking wet, buddy. See for yourself."

Lance withdrew his fingers from me, which were quickly replaced by my husband's.

"She sure is. It might take all of us to put out that fire."

Gary had taken his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking himself as his best friend ran his hands all over my body. I didn't have to ask him if he wanted me to continue.

As Lance was playing with my pussy and tits, I told him, "My husband wants me to be a naughty girl tonight, Lance. I'm feeling like I'm being a very, very bad girl."

"You remember what happens to bad girls, don't you, Mel?"

I nodded my head and replied, "Yes, sir."

"Stand up, Mel."

I obeyed his command and stood before him. The alcohol and gummies fully consumed me by then. Any inhibitions I had melted away, and I was hotter than I can ever remember. My nipples were hard, my face was flush, and my pussy was dripping wet.

Gary watched intently as Lance guided my g-string down my legs. When I stepped out of them, Lance brought them up to his nose and took a whiff.

"I missed that sweet smell of your pussy, Mel. Here guys, take a whiff too," Lance said as he passed them along to Gary and Wayne.

He then commanded me to, "Take the position, Mel."

I pulled my gown to the side and bent over his lap. Lance held both my hands behind my back and locked his legs over mine. I was in a completely prone position. I could feel the cool air of the living room on my exposed asshole and pussy. I was brazenly on display for the fellas. Lance knew how to bring out my submissive side, and he was now doing it in front of my husband and Wayne.

He then said, "See buddy, she likes it when a man takes charge."

Gary replied, "Um, I'll have to remember that."

Lance then brought his large hand down onto my ass as the loud crack echoed in the room. I flinched and clenched my butt cheeks. He waited until I released them and gave me several more quick spanks. It was embarrassing and humiliating to be getting spanked in front of my husband and Wayne, and I loved it. Lance rubbed my ass and asked the others if they wanted to spank me too.

"I love watching your ass jiggle when I spank you, Mel. Here, why don't you two take a turn?"

Gary and Wayne moved closer and I felt them taking turns spanking my ass with my husband spanking one cheek while his friend did the other. Lance would get into the mix too. They took turns rubbing and groping my buttocks between spanks.

Wayne inserted his finger into my pussy and announced, "She's so wet, I think she's enjoying this?"

Gary then asked me, "Is that true, Mel? Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes, sir, I am. Are you enjoying it too?"

"I'm loving it, Mel. It's a dream come true."

Lance wet his finger and stuck it up my ass while they all took turns spanking me.

Lance told me, "We're going to give you a good fucking time tonight, Melanie my dear."

When they were done spanking me, Lance released me onto the floor in front of them.

He then told me, "Take off my shorts and underwear."

I did what I was told as he removed his shirt. I had a hair tie around my wrist because I anticipated this is what I might be doing at some point, and I put my hair into a ponytail. I wanted Gary to have a good view of what I was doing for him.

Lance laughed and commented, "Look at that, Gary, Mel came prepared to suck my dick."

He then grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me between his knees with his hard cock in my face. He was holding his dick and tapping it against my face while I opened my mouth waiting for him to stuff it in.

Lance took Gary's hand, placing it on the back of my head, and said, "Here buddy, you do the honors."

Gary pushed my head down onto his friend's cock as it slid between my lips. My cocksucking pace was determined by my husband, sometimes forcing all of Lance's cock into my throat before letting me come up for air. Gary then let me take control as I expertly used my lips and tongue to suck Lance's dick for the first time in several years.

As Lance moaned, he said, "Damn Mel, I miss that magic mouth of yours on my cock. Did you miss my cock too, Mel?"

I stopped sucking Lance long enough to look at Gary and say, "I sure did miss your cock, Lance. I always loved sucking it," before I went back to giving him one of my patented blow job.

I enjoyed performing for Gary and Wayne too. If this is what Gary wanted to see, I wanted to make sure he got a good show.

Lance then said, "Here, let's all get some of this," and pushed the coffee table out of the way as they all stood and surrounded me.

I had three familiar luscious hard cocks in my face and they took turns stuffing their dicks in my mouth. I was their sex slave that night, making myself available for their sexual whims and desires. I had great sex with all of them in the past, and I was more than happy to play that role for them that night. I have to admit it was nice to be blowing Wayne and Lance again, and I was looking forward to doing a lot more.

The room was filled with the sounds of mutual sighs and moans as they wordlessly showed their appreciation of my cocksucking expertise. The slurping sounds of my sloppy blow job could also be heard. I cherished the feeling of Lance's hands on the back of my head as he fucked my mouth in front of my husband.

After I was sucking their cocks for a while, Gary suggested, "Let's take this party into the guest bedroom. I'll grab more beers."

They led me down the hall, and as soon as we were in the bedroom, Gary stripped off my gown, almost like he was preparing to give me to his friends. Lance told me to get on my hands and knees, so I did what he told me. I could feel his manhood poking at me as he got behind me.

"Wait a second," I said. "I want to hear from Gary that he's still okay with this. Well, dear?"

He looked at Lance and said, "Fuck her. Fuck her nice and hard."

"It's a good thing you said that because I was going to fuck her anyway," he said as took my marital cherry when he drove his cock deep into me in one thrust.

My tits and ponytail began to flop around as Lance furiously fucked me in front of my husband and Wayne. It was exhilarating to be performing a live sex show for a captivated audience. The lustful look in Gary's eyes told me he was enraptured by what he was witnessing. I knew he was fantasizing about this moment for months, if not years, so I decided to make it even more pleasurable for him.

I looked directly at my husband and shouted out, "Oh yes, Lance, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard for Gary."

Even though he was giving my pussy a good pummeling, Lance picked up the pace and was fucking me so hard I could hear the sound of our skin slapping together. He began to tug on my ponytail and spank me.

"Oh god, Lance, you fuck me sooo good. You've wanted to fuck me again for years so give it to me good."

"I want to fuck you every time I see you, Mel. Tell Gary how much you wanted to fuck me too. Go ahead and admit it," he said while tugging my hair harder and spanking me.

"I admit it. I've wanted to fuck you too. Wayne too. I've wanted you both and I want Gary to see you guys fuck me."

Lance knew how to edge himself and would slow his pace to postpone his orgasm and then start to fuck me again. He would push my head into the mattress as I clutched the blanket, whimpering in pleasure. I was so fucking horny that night, my pussy needed a good pounding and Lance was giving it to me. I looked at my husband as I started to orgasm. I wanted him to see the look of rapture on my face as another man was making me cum.

"Fuck me, Lance. I'm cumming. Oh yes, yes, yes. Oh god, oh god."

That was the first of many orgasms I'd have that night. That must have resonated with Lance because I heard the familiar sounds of Lance's impending orgasm when he began to rhythmically grunt and his breathing getting faster. He clutched my ass tightly, drove himself into me and let go of a torrent of cum. I could feel his cock pulsate as he shot wad after wad of his cum deep into my pussy. When he was done cumming, we both collapsed onto the bed, our chests heaving while attempting to catch our breath.

When Lance withdrew from me, he rolled onto his back, he said, "Damn Mel, I sure miss that pussy. You sure know how to fuck."

"You're pretty damn good yourself."

I looked up at Gary to make sure he was still okay with what was happening. The smile on his face and erection told me he was fine.

Wayne then approached the bed and flipped me over onto my back while I instinctively spread my legs. I could feel some of Lance's cum trickling out of my pussy. I was sure Gary appreciated seeing that.

Wayne then said, "That was an awesome show, babe. It's my turn now."

"Come on, Wayne, my pussy is hot and ready for you."

He then slipped his dick into my well-fucked juicy pussy and started to hump on me. Wayne's dick was about the same size as Lance's but a little thicker. I looked over his shoulder to see that my husband took a position behind us so he could get a better view of his friend's dick plunging into me. Wayne lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders so he could run his hands up and down my legs and suck on my toes while fucking me.

When he placed my legs down, I wrapped them around Wayne's back so he could still feel the nylon of my stockings against his skin. He leaned down to kiss me deeply, a kiss I willingly returned in the heat of our lovemaking. I began to lift my hips upward to meet his thrust as I was quickly approaching another orgasm.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, fuck me, Wayne. Oh yes, harder, harder, OOOOOHHHHHHH."

I was looking at Gary again while his other friend made me cum. Shortly thereafter, Wayne deposited his seed deep inside me, adding it to Lance's. My pussy was now holding two balls full of cum from other men. When Wayne withdrew, I purposely squeezed some of his friends' creamy juices from my pussy for Gary to see. I could feel them oozing out of my pussy and over my asshole.

"It looks like it's your turn now, honey. There's some sloppy thirds waiting for you."

My husband was ready to reclaim his wife's pussy, and quickly penetrated me and began to fuck me. I could hear squishy sounds emanating from my pussy caused by the remnants of Lance and Wayne's orgasms.

Gary told me, "That was so fucking awesome, Mel. I love you so much."

"I love you too, dear. Now, fuck me good. I'm so fucking horny. Fuck me."

Gary couldn't hold out that long, but I knew the night was still young. He had been overstimulated the whole evening and shot a nice big load into me to end the first round of our evening of unbridled sex with him and his friends.

I asked Gary to bring me some water and another beer. I told the guys I needed a moment to recover and that I'd join them in the living room. I took a quick shower, reapplied a little makeup, and put on another outfit for the men.

I picked out a simple purple chemise with a choker neck and deep V neckline. It had a sheer patterned lace bodice that came to just below my ass with rhinestones sprinkled all over. It had a matching g-string and fishnet stockings.

When I returned to the living room, the men were sitting around in their underwear listening to music, and they got smiles on their faces when they saw me.

Gary announced, "See guys, I told you she wasn't done yet. You look great, honey."

"I knew she'd be back for more. The Melanie I knew would wear me out," Wayne said.

They asked me to model my new lingerie for them and told me how sexy I looked. Every woman wants to hear that she's sexually attractive, and I was no different. I strutted around the room as sultry as I could. I would stop in front of each guy and let them touch my breasts and fondle my ass.

When I stopped in front of Gary, I sat on his lap, and he told me, "I'm having a great time, honey. How about you?"

"I'm loving it," I replied before kissing him.

Having the undivided attention of three sexy men was intoxicating for me as much or more so than the gummies or alcohol. We were just getting started, too. I knew Gary and his friends were good for at least one more round and hopefully, two more. I wasn't sure any amount of fucking could douse the fire burning between my legs.

Gary was fondling my ass and stroking my leg while his friends kept glancing over at us. I knew they wanted to touch me too, but part of the tease was to make them wait, even though I wanted to feel their hands on my body, too.

As I sat on my husband's lap, I wasn't even aware that I began to tweak my nipples and touch my inner thighs. I was restless on his lap as I gently swayed to the music, sure signs to my ex-lovers that I was still horny. One of my favorite songs came on, so I told our smart device to make it louder. I got off Gary's lap, went to the middle of the room, and started to sway to the music. I had my three-man audience hypnotized again as I shook my hips, ass, and tits for them.

I was feeling frisky again and asked, "Does anyone want to dance with me?"

The three of them looked at each other, then scrambled to join me. They quickly surrounded me, and within moments, I felt their hands touching me all over my body, sneaking quick feels of my various body parts. I let them touch me for a short time, but would dance away only to be groped again.

When the song ended, they moved closer to me like a pack of hungry wolves. When Lance tugged at the bottom of my chemise, I willingly raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. Wayne got down on his knees to remove my g-string. I was naked except for my stockings.

"Why am I the only one who is naked?" I playfully asked.

All three of them quickly disposed of their underwear. I lustfully gazed at the three hard cocks in front of me. I wanted them as much as they wanted me. Six hands began to explore the soft skin of my nude body. They took turns kissing me and nuzzling my neck. Lance was rougher when he would squeeze my ass or breasts with his large hands while Wayne and Gary were more gentle. Fingers began to probe my pussy while Wayne and Lance simultaneously sucked on my nipples. My nipples are extremely sensitive, which they knew from past experience, and it's mind-blowing to have both of them being sucked on at the same time while getting fingered.

While they were touching, groping, and probing my body, my hands were busy stroking any cock I could reach. I wanted them ready for whenever we returned to the bedroom. I don't know how long we were in the living room, but it was obvious it was time for more.

Gary was the one to suggest, "Let's take this into the bedroom."

Lance scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed, where I was joined by my three lovers. I was caught in a tangled web of hands, arms, legs, and dicks. Lance and Wayne began sucking on my nipples again while Gary moved between my legs and began to lick my pussy. My hands grasped Lance and Wayne's cocks.

Gary pushed my knees back toward my head and stuck his tongue deep into my pussy. For a quick moment, I wondered if he could taste some cum that might still be in me even though I showered. That thought quickly dissipated when Lance and Wayne presented their dicks to my mouth. I instinctively began to suck one then would turn my head to suck the other.

It was distracting to try and focus on their pleasure while my husband was eating my pussy, so I let the guys use my mouth while I selfishly concentrated on my pleasure. I was so horny that night, it didn't take long for me to cum. Gary knew just what I liked from years of eating my pussy. My orgasm was pretty intense. I don't usually squirt when I orgasm, but I did that night. I had a couple of orgasms earlier but I cum more intensely when someone licks my pussy.

Even though I just had my third orgasm of the night, I was still ready for more. Lance and Wayne were talking quietly amongst themselves, so I knew they were plotting their next course of action, and they did not disappoint.

When Wayne laid down on his back with his erection standing firm and said, "Come on, Mel, climb on board and give it a ride," I kind of figured what might be next.

It didn't take any further encouragement for me to straddle Wayne and begin to ride him like I had done so many times before. Gary and Lance were watching me fuck their friend, my ponytail flopping back and forth across my back and my tits bouncing in rhythm.

I turned my head and saw Gary handing Lance some K-Y gel. For all the sex I've had over the years, I had never been double penetrated or even had a threesome. It was on my bucket list of things I wanted to try, but it never happened until that night. I stopped fucking Wayne, leaned forward onto his chest and stuck my ass higher, offering it to Lance.

Gary was the one who prepped my ass while Lance applied some gel to himself. My husband put some gel on my asshole and inserted his middle finger into me. He finger fucked my ass for a little while then repeated the process.

He then said, "Okay, Lance, she's all yours."

"I've been thinking about that lovely ass of yours all night, Mel," Lance commented.

"Well, what are you waiting for, come and get it," I replied as I wiggled my ass to tease him.

Gary was right there getting a close up view and helping to spread my ass cheeks so Lance could sodomize me. Wayne was slowly thrusting his hips upward while Lance got into position. I felt his dick poking at my ass while holding my hips steady. Lance and I have had anal sex plenty of times in the past, so it was easy to take him in my ass. He knew not to go too fast but he had his cock buried in me in short order. Gary released his grip on me, then sat back and watched as his friends double-teamed me.

Taking on two guys at once isn't as easy as it looks in porn videos. It took a moment or two for the three of us to find our tempo butt once we got into a rythm, oh fuck, did it feel awesome. I was rolling my hips while the guys were thrusting into my pussy and ass. All the stimulation was almost overwhelming. I was purring like a kitten as the three of us fucked.

"Listen to her, Gary, your wife likes two dicks in her, don't you, Mel?"

"I love it, Lance. Oh fuck me, fuck me."

"Where's my dick, Mel? Tell Gary what I'm doing to you."

"Your dick is in my ass. Lance is fucking my ass, Gary. Wayne's got his dick stuffed in my cunt."

I then asked my husband, "Are you having fun, Gary? Do you like watching your friends use me?"

"I'm having a great time watching them fuck you. I wish we had done this sooner."

"We can do it anytime you want. Oh fuck, it feels sooo good. Fuck me, boys. Fuck me good for Gary."

Lance started drilling my ass while Wayne was pushing up into me as best he could. The feeling of having two dicks inside of me is an indescribable pleasure. I couldn't get enough of their cocks. I was whimpering in pure ecstasy from the feeling of two cocks penetrating me at the same time.

Then, I thought, "The only thing better than two dicks is three," so I told Gary, "Come over here and let me suck you."

Gary quickly joined us on the bed, and stuffed his dick into my mouth. It was a challenge to keep blowing him in between my moans of pleasure from the two other dicks in me but I did my best. I was thoroughly enjoying my cock fest. If I would have known fucking multiple guys would be this much fun, I would have done it sooner. Lance was pounding away in my ass while Wayne was fucking my pussy, and my husband using my mouth.

I had two orgasms while simultaneously satisfying three dicks of the most favorite men in my life. While I loved my husband, I still shared fond memories of my time with Lance and Wayne, and we were all still friends who got much closer that night.

I don't know how long we were all fucking, but Wayne was the first to cum. Lance, Gary, and I momentarily paused our sexual gratification until Wayne could slide out from underneath me. As soon as he was free, the three of us were back to sucking and fucking. Gary's thrusts became faster and more determined. His grunts and groans grew louder as he filled my ass with his cum.

As Lance was withdrawing from my ass, he gave it a quick slap, and said, "You're one hot wife, Mel. You're a lucky guy, Gary."

"Don't I know it, buddy."

I feverishly sucked my husband's cock while our friends watched. When he began to cum in my mouth, he shot a couple of wads onto my tongue, and then splashed some on my face. He then stuffed it back into my mouth until I sucked him dry. I was exhausted and fell onto my back, my chest heaving as I attempted to catch my breath. I had cum leaking out of my ass and pussy, and some on my face. I looked and felt like a total cumslut.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up at Gary, who mouthed the words, "I love you."

I swiped some of the cum off my face with my finger, licked it off, and replied, "I love you, too."

After chasing the men out of the bedroom again, I took my time with another hot shower to freshen up and collect my thoughts. So far, the night was almost sexually overwhelming, but I still had a tingle between my legs. I was wondering if any of the fellas would be up for a third round so I put on a leopard print chemise with a matching g-string that barely covered my ass before I returned to the living room.

Gary was in his lounger, and I bent over to kiss him. I purposely bent more than needed to flash my ass to Wayne and Lance.

I softly asked my husband, "How are you doing?"

"Never been better, babe. How about you?"

"Just enjoying the evening."

"Me too, Mel."

We both received subtle reassurance that it was okay to continue with the festivities if we chose. I sat down on the sofa, sandwiched between Wayne and Lance. I was greeted with lustful glances and smiles. I think my attire signaled that I was open to more fun.

As we made idle small talk, had some snacks, and drank, Lance started to casually run his hand up and down my crossed legs. It seemed like he was testing me to see if I was ready for more. When I didn't object, his hand started to drift higher onto my thigh. I wanted him to at least work for it a little bit, so I Ieft my legs crossed.

When I uncrossed my legs, Lance's hand went between my legs to begin to rub my pussy through my g-string. Wayne didn't want to be left out, so he started to stroke my other leg. I checked Gary one more time. It was one thing to fuck his friends, but totally different to turn into a slut for them. He was looking on with a boyish grin on his face, so all systems were go for round three.

Shortly thereafter, I felt their hands on my tits while I was alternately kissing them. Lance's finger was pushing the fabric of my g-string into my pussy as I softly purred to their touch. Wayne took the initiative and began to tug at my g-string. I locked eyes with Gary as I lifted my ass to allow Wayne to pull my underwear over my hips and down my legs. I then spread my legs to give everyone a close up view of my hot and ready pussy.

I reached out on either side of me to rub Lance and Wayne's cock through their underwear as they lifted my chemise to begin sucking on my nipples. I was squirming as Wayne's finger penetrated my pussy. I pushed my ass onto the edge of the sofa so Gary could get a good view of my pussy and his friend finger fucking me. I was clearly ready for more. It was only a matter of which one of my ex-lovers would be the one to fuck me again.

Within minutes, Wayne stripped off his underwear, rubbed his erection up and down against my wet cunt, and began to fuck me again. Lance wasn't going to be left out. He, too, got naked and presented his dick to my mouth which I eagerly began to suck. Once again, I was being double-teamed by our guests.

Wayne was more deliberate in his thrusts, taking his time to enjoy our sexual romp. That was fine with me because I think we both knew that this would be the last encounter for the evening, and who knows if it would ever happen again. Lance slowly fucked my mouth too. I enjoyed the slower pace because it allowed me to fully embrace the sensations of having my mouth and pussy filled with the dicks of other men and to relive how I felt when I fucked them years ago.

Of course, Wayne was fondling my legs and feet while fucking me and taking the opportunity to suck on my toes again. Both men were toying with my nipples too.

As Lance was fucking my mouth, he told me, "You're gorgeous, Mel and I miss having those luscious lips of yours wrapped around my dick."

Gary remained mostly silent throughout this session, but spoke up once to request, "I'd like you guys to finish off in her mouth. You've cum everywhere else."

Lance lightheartedly replied, "Alright buddy, I'll do it for you, but you owe me one, okay?"

Gary laughed and replied, "Thanks, you're a true pal."

"Hey, what are friends for?"

Lance was the first to orgasm, and true to his word, he came in my mouth. He splashed a little on my upper lip and cheek, but I swallowed most of it.

When Lance withdrew his dick from between my lips, he told my husband, "How about that, Gary, I came in your wife's pussy, ass, and mouth all in one night."

All Gary could do was to smile in response. When Wayne felt his orgasm approaching, he straddled my chest, lifted my head, and stuffed his cock into my mouth. He, too, splashed my face with some of his cum but I swallowed most of his too.

When Wayne sat down on the sofa, I looked over at my husband and asked, "Are you happy now, dear?"

"Almost, Mel."

He walked over to me, took my hand, and said, "If you'll excuse us, gentlemen, I want my wife all to myself. We're going to go into the bedroom by ourselves. You can let yourselves out."

Gary and I scampered off to our bedroom, him with an erection, and me with cum on my face. He had me lie on my back and quickly entered me.

As my husband was thrusting into me, he told me, "You were magnificent tonight, Mel. Tonight was unforgettable. I love you so much."

His reassurance was comforting but I still had to ask, "So, you don't think I was too much of a slut tonight?"

"Naw, you were a slut, but you're my slut."

"That's right, babe, I'm your slut, all yours."

We had a nice final love-making session as he reclaimed me as his wife that night. I could tell by the way Gary was looking at my cum-covered face that he was reliving in his mind how I fucked him and his friends all night long. I'd close my eyes too to recall all that happened, too. I think every woman fantasizes about having sex with multiple men, whether they like to admit it or not. I got to live that dream, even if it was only for one night. We fucked and sucked for hours but it seemed like it all happened in the blink of an eye. I was disappointed that it was over, but couldn't help but wonder if my husband would ever want me to do it again.