I am no longer going to apologize for the choices I make in life. If you don’t like what you hear, walk away. I am tired of conforming to morality as most people dictate.
A loveless and sexless marriage had buried me alive before I turned thirty. One bright Thursday afternoon while vacuuming the house, I broke down crying. The tears swept away the hypocritical pretense that I hung onto for so long; I wrote my husband a note, packed some of my clothes into a small suitcase, and left. I never looked back.
Now, as long as my conscience is clear and I am having fun, I do precisely as I wish.
Lucius and I met at a sex party. He is good-looking, twelve years older than I am, has a big sexual appetite that matches mine, and a cheerfully open-minded personality that never fails to make me smile. If you do not have to lie about your sexual self, there is no need of dishonesty in any other areas of your life. We tell each other everything about our carnal adventures, whether we explore them together or separately. When you share that kind of intimacy, jealousy becomes irrelevant.
He initiated having threesomes, then foursomes, then quite naturally, I guess, he asked me if I would like to be gangbanged.
That is different from sex parties, because you can always say no to whoever asks to fuck you at a party, and you are welcome to simply watch people; there is no obligation to have sex with anyone. But a gangbang, I must be mentally ready for that.
The idea turns me on, especially knowing that Lucius will be there with me, being one of the men who will fuck me senseless. His presence also means that I can safely ask them to stop anytime; I will be well-protected.
So we invited three guys from sex parties that we had participated in before: all well-endowed and fun-loving gentlemen that I shared a good chemistry with, and booked a large suite to host everyone for this play-date.
I am wearing a thin black teddy. I know, the guys will want to rip it off me within seconds, but I like the smoothness of the lacey fabric cradling my skin. It helps me get into the mood.
The men are in their briefs. Lucius and Brad are both in black. Trevor likes colors, so he is in hot-pink; it goes well with his bright tattoos and shaven head, somehow. Chad, being the youngest and a graduate student, seems to have taken a silent cue to wear pure white.
We are having drinks and chit-chatting. Lucius drapes his arm over my shoulder while kissing the nape of my neck, then moves his palm carelessly down to my boobs. He slides his hand under the cloth, pushing it aside, and then flicks my nipple almost lazily.
Chad puts down his beer. “I couldn’t sleep last night, too excited.”
I smile at his comment. He is sweet and genuine, despite his advanced experience in the swingers’ scene. I reach over to his neck, pull him close and kiss him deep. His kisses are soft and gentle, as if he is truly in love.
Trevor and Brad put their drinks down as well, and walk over to grope me.
I love it when they have me on my knees on the plush carpet, sucking their cocks one after the other; my hands busy wanking two of them at the same time. Their combined heat and grunts are intoxicating. My pussy is drenched without any stimulation.
When Lucius pushes me in doggy onto a glass table, the coldness of the surface ignites me further. Trevor steps to the other end of the table and shoves his erectness down my throat. Each time Lucius pumps into me from behind, I’m pushed onto Trevor; the intensity is electrifying.
We then move over to the king-size bed. They take turns double-penetrating me; that is the hottest thing ever.
I sit on one cock that impales me through my ass, another pounds into my pussy while pushing my whole body onto the male heat beneath me on the bed; a third walks up behind us and pushes his cock in my mouth: filling my three holes.
The night before, I envisioned that I’d memorize every detail of today, but as it turns out, many times, I can’t even tell whose body part is inside me: just a lot of hardness giving me wave after wave of pleasure.
The guys are synchronizing to shoot their cream in my mouth as our big finale. Such a huge load: warm and satisfying.
This is definitely the best day of my life; so far, anyway.