I met with the guy who'd become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school's football team and was pretty damn great in bed.
Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better.
Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.
It wasn't going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained.
I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could work out together, but he gave up after a few months on the treadmill and consoled himself with just as much booze as he could find.
Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, and I must confess his large gut was a significant turn off. Now, I'm no nympho that needs sex five times per day, but if it became just once each week, I started to get restless.
Unexpectedly, I started discovering different guys and wondered what they'd be like in bed. I loved my husband rather than acted on my instincts, but I was enticed.
Then came my husband's business picnic. It'd been a yearly event where workers' families were encouraged to come to, which meant at least three hundred people were in attendance.
It was held in a park that had a sizable lake, which left lots of space for everyone to overeat without feeling fenced in. I was feeling especially horny that afternoon and dressed in a pair of shorts which were a size too small and a skimpy halter top.
Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that my hubby could've turned me on and I would find a little activity before the picnic, even if not canceling it. Regrettably, Michael didn't even appear to notice because we jumped in the car and drove off.
It was a fantastic afternoon for the picnic. It was a little bright and sunny, and when we came we began mingling with others, Michael introduced me to a few men I hadn't met before.
Brett had lately been assigned to operate under my husband, and Phil was the manager for a lot of the trainees for the provider. Both of them were around our age and in great form.
I hit it off together instantly and we chatted away like old friends. I heard they'd been wed, but their wives hadn't come (Brett's wife was seeing in-laws and Phil's detested company get-togethers).
After speaking for a couple minutes my husband excused himself to the restroom, leaving me alone with all the men. Now, I'm a born flirt and left to my own devices, so I dropped into my old routine with these handsome guys. They responded in kind, and we were having a fantastic time trading sexual innuendos.
All too soon Michael returned and insisted on monitoring a number of his closer friends.
Reluctantly, I said farewell to the men and followed my own husband. The flirting had left me hornier, so I asked Michael if we could return to the car to get a quickie. He cried at the thought and told me to relax and revel in the picnic.
It didn't take long to find his friends, the majority of whom were drinking friends that he hung out with after work. I'd met them a few times and found them to be an obnoxious, great deal.
I didn't have much in common with their wives, so I'd been reduced to standing about and made to create polite conversation while the men laughed it up.
The president of this company gave his obligatory motivational speech and advised everybody to have fun. It didn't take long for my husband, along with his friends, to entrench themselves close to the open bar and find out who could drink the most in the shortest period of time.
I was tired from my headache and asked my husband if it'd be alright if I walked for a wee while. He gave a brief, "Sure," and returned to becoming drunk and laughing too loudly with his pals.
I hadn't wandered around for quite long, until Brett sawn me. He could tell I wasn't having a fantastic time and asked me what was wrong.
When I told him about my husband and the way I felt completely discounted, he sympathized and encouraged me to join a volleyball game which was about to start. That sounded like fun, so I readily agreed and followed him to where they were putting up the net.
Phil was there, as were younger men who were introduced as Larry, Chris and Dean. They were the interns that Phil was in control of. The opposing group was a bunch of computer programmers.
"We stand a chance, particularly with all you on our side," Brett quipped.
I immediately found myself gaining a wholesome quantity of attention. Even the interns tread carefully and didn't flirt too much, though Dean was a little raunchy.
I guess they didn't want to risk saying something incorrect and angering the spouse of a superior.
Phil and Brett made up for this by draining me with compliments that were very flattering. I hadn't been treated like this well lately.
After speaking for some time, our competitions came and the match started. I'm a really competitive girl, therefore it wasn't long until I worked up a sweat. Having a touch of prosper, I discarded my halter shirt and showed off my skimpy bikini.
That small movement made me the center of attention for all the men. The interns became far more talkative, and Brett and Phil were continuously flirting. It puffed my ego somewhat that I could still grab the attention of so many men.
It was a hard fought match, but much to my pleasure, we emerged victorious. From the time it was finished we were a sweaty mess. Phil asked if I'd worn out the bottoms of my bikini and once I said "yes", he suggested we have a dip in the lake to cool ourselves off.
I informed him I needed to let Michael know, however, I'd most likely be there in a couple of minutes. As soon as I returned to my husband, it was evident that he was well on his way into becoming drunk and showed no signs of quitting.
I informed him how the match went, but he said, "That's fine," and had another drink. When I told him I needed to go swimming, he simply waved his hands.
The casual dismissal really got me steamed. He would have acted like he desired me.
It didn't take long to see Phil and Brett. They were in the lake out far enough that the water was nearly up to their necks.
They waved me over, so I discarded my shorts and ran to the water, eagerly heading towards them. They stated how they were glad I'd come by and kissed me. Their behavior, which was the specific contrary of my husband, actually cheered me up and made me feel valued. I reciprocated by touching their athletic bodies.
They returned the favor by minding my figure. Brett went so far as to inform me that I was "the most popular Asian girl" he'd ever seen.
We found several people in the water and not one of these were nearby, providing us with some degree of solitude.
CHAPTER 2
Out of earshot of anyone else, the conversation became very indicative and there was lots of sexual tension between us. After some time Brett positioned himself with me as I spoke with Phil. I found out why he did when I felt his hands placed on my underside.
Now, while I have had guys make moves on me, I'd always politely rejected them, but the minute I felt Brett's contact I knew this time was different. I'd never been aroused with just two guys this handsome.
Instead of eliminating the hand, I let it stay there. Taking my lack of demonstration as reinforcement (and it was), Brett started rubbing my butt. In conclusion, I transferred back to his grasp.
After a moment and a lot of groping, he slid his hands beneath my bikini and started fondling me. I stopped talking since I liked his touch.
It must've been the silence or the looks on our faces, which made Phil pick up on what was happening underwater.
He joined in, reaching out and grabbing my breasts, which were just beneath the surface of the water. I gasped because he tweaked my nipples through the fabric of the top.
Not happy with this, he moved close enough to reach me and loosened the tie round my spine. The top stayed tied around my throat, but the remainder drifted upwards, allowing him unrestricted access to my flesh. Brett, not needing to be established, slipped a hand down my entrance and started fingering my pussy.
I couldn't believe I was allowing them to do this to me, particularly with people standing only several yards away, but nobody seemed to notice.
It helped how the men played it cool, speaking with each other casually while they worked me over with their palms. They were persuasive actors. If I'd been on the coast, I likely wouldn't have understood what was happening.
As hot as I'd been, it didn't take long them long to bring me to orgasm. It wasn't a significant one. If anything, it left me wanting more. As I recovered, Phil whispered he understood an out of the way area of the playground where we could carry on with things privately.
I understood I should deny, but being how handsome the men were and how failed my husband left me feel, I couldn't even afford a token demonstration.
They gave me instructions, then made out of the water and led me off to the rendezvous with a different route. I waited ten minutes, every minute feeling like an hour before stepping out of the water and putting my clothes back on. I headed into the forests, getting more excited with every step I took.
Following a very long walk through some overgrown paths, I eventually came upon a little picnic area which had seen better days. Phil and Brett were there waiting patiently for me.
Phil explained this was an old portion of the playground that virtually nobody employed because the newer region, where the picnic has been maintained, was assembled. Considering the distance we traveled and how the region was heavily wooded, I was sure we would have total privacy.
After I came to an arm's reach the men were around me, and after a minute's hesitation, I was doing exactly the same. In seconds they had me totally nude. Brett stopped stripping me to catch a blanket that he'd pulled it at on top of the tables. Phil raised me up and put me on the border, then pushed me on my back.
As he sat in front of me, I couldn't help feeling the meal I served to him. He pried my thighs apart and started to eat me out like he hadn't licked a pussy in years. As I writhed on the table, Brett leaned over and began sucking my breasts.
I'd never had two men before, and I was sorry I had never attempted it. Between using a tongue buried in my pussy and my breasts being squeezed, I climaxed quicker than I had in weeks.
Phil maintained a grip on my squirming thighs while he continued lapping away through the climax, bringing me nicely into another orgasm.
Brett stopped working on my breasts and told Phil he wanted a preference. Phil let him shoot over between my thighs, but instead of switching to my breasts, he positioned me diagonally on the dining table with my head over the side.
I was about to protest when he dropped his shorts and let his penis spring free directly in front of me.
Quick on the uptake, I opened my mouth, beckoning him with my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head and jammed half his prick down my throat. When it was evident I wasn't going to tease, he started face-fucking me like how my husband would.
Regardless of the rough way my mouth was being treated, I managed to deal with all of Phil's typical size penis. My husband is pretty well-endowed, however, because he seldom uses it, it's definitely a case of larger not being greater.
It didn't take long for me to have another orgasm, even though I couldn't cry out since I had a cock buried deep in my throat. Unlike Phil, Brett ceased eating out as I arrived. I started to wonder whether he was planning to change with Phil again once I felt that my legs raised over Brett's shoulders and his penis nestled itself against my pussy.
I grunted as Brett jammed his whole length into me with one thrust. He was wider than my husband and I felt stretched open from the rough manner he had with me. He hammered away as hard and as quickly as he could.
CHAPTER 3
I hadn't had an extreme fucking like this in years, and I was even amazed by how fast I became wet,, so that he could actually slam into me. I could sense him slapping against my ass with every thrust. It was incredible.
Phil stopped pumping and abandoned his cock buried in my throat. I felt his pole twitch a split second before he started spewing his seed. It tasted fantastic and I savored the taste.
Brett was adequate enough to pause while his buddy came in my mouth, but after Phil removed himself, he picked up right where he left off. God, the guy could fuck. I came a second time, which delivered him over the border as he ejaculated into my pussy.
I had the semen from two guys in me. Instead of feeling pity for cheating on my husband, I wanted more.
Brett pulled out. Phil was ready. He rolled me over, so I laid on my belly with my legs on the floor with my butt at just the ideal height for him to mount me.
He had no problems knocking all of the way into me and began to pound me hard like Brett had.
I'd forgotten how good a hard fuck could be.
Brett got to the desk and waved his cock near my head. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to take it, but he pulled back at the last minute. He pushed again, however, when I attempted to suck it, he pulled away once more.
Brett smirked at me. "Damn, girl. You actually need this, don't you?"
"My husband barely every fucks me anymore," I said between Phil's thrusts.
Phil said, "Shit, if my spouse was as sexy as you, I would be fucking her daily instead of just twice a week." As if to prove his point, he picked up speed.
Brett continued to tease me, leaving his cock only out of reach from the mouth. "You're a cock-starved slut, aren't you?"
I was ready to confess to anything if it meant wrapping my lips around that hunk of beef. "Yes, I am. Give this slut something to suck!"
"Fine, we'll provide you with all of the cock that's possible to deal with." He got close enough for me to suck on him, which I did with love.
Being fucked at both ends was something else.
They continued longer this time with Phil fucking me via a different pair of climaxes. I hadn't cummed this much in years yet he couldn't last forever and eventually came inside me. The moment he was finished he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty inside.
I was going to beg Brett to take over for Phil, but I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks and a hard prick pushed into my body.
Confused, I introduced the penis in my mouth and turned out to see, much to my amazement, Dean. He had a firm grip on my buttocks as he picked up where Phil had left. He wasn't the only one.
Alongside him were his fellow interns, Chris and Larry, who were naked and pointing their hard-ons at my pussy.
I knew what Brett had proposed about giving me all the penis I could deal with. I wished to whine to the men for not clearing this with me, but I couldn't get angry at them, not with how Dean was fucking me. Three more cocks were exactly what I wanted. In gratitude, I returned Brett's shaft into my pussy and went to town.
He blew his load in moments, but I didn't have an opening extended as Larry caught up on the table and fed me his cock.
The gangbang was actually happening.
The five of these guys took me in just about every combination possible within the course of the next hour. Larry, Chris and Dean arrived twice, and Brett and Phil handled yet another time each.
The interns were prepared for more, but by then I was fairly worn out and glancing off. Any protests were quickly crushed by Phil. Not wanting to anger their manager, the three younger men thanked me for a fantastic time and headed back to the picnic.
Brett and Phil were gentlemanly enough to remain together before I got back.
I could tell I was a wreck, covered in semen and perspiration. Fortunately, part of the lake which was outside the perspective of the picnickers was nearby. A fast dip in the water washed all of the apparent proof of my tryst, but I'd limped thanks to the pounding the men had given me.
It was Brett who created the notion of saying I'd strained something playing volleyball.
Once I cleaned up, we returned to the picnic from various directions.
The one thing I was worried about today was what my husband would say about my absence. I didn't have anything to dread because he was so drunk he didn't have the vaguest notion of how long I was gone. I sat alongside him and informed him how I was really thankful he'd had a great time, because I had a good time, too.
We remained at the picnic for another hour before going back home, yet Michael was thoroughly drunk. I assisted my husband to bed, no more irritated with him because my itch was scraped good and well.
Ever since that time I've remained in touch with Phil and Brett, and while we haven't had a repeat operation, the sexual tension is still there. There's no telling what could happen next.