Written by Sally

Erotic
1 Jul 2006


Just over two years ago I went back to work after 19 years of being a mother and housewife. My eldest son joined the army and his younger brother was 16 so I had a lot more time on my hands and was bored being at home all day. I took a part time job doing secretarial work for a local electronics retailer which became full time after a few months.

My social life, which had become fairly non-existent, became far more active and pretty soon my sexual life was re-awakened also. Every Friday the company staff would go for drinks which often became very drunken affairs with plenty of wild conversation full of sexual innuendo. Much as I love my husband sex had become boring and infrequent and I found all the erotic banter very horny. I would arrive home drunk and gagging for a shag which was rarely successful and eventually resulted in a big argument one night. During the argument my husband shouted at me that he was sick of me turning up pissed and acting like a bitch in heat and if I wanted a fuck to find someone else to do it with. I knew he didn’t really mean it but I decided that if he wouldn’t see to my needs I was going to find someone who would. Although I am well past my prime I have a good body and when I tart myself up I am still easily capable of turning a few heads.

A couple of weeks later instead of the usual pub on a Friday the company staff were going to a local Indian restaurant for a meal to celebrate the boss’ birthday. The meal was relatively civilized and afterwards most of us decided to carry on the evening at a night club. At the club I got into conversation with a couple of guys who were in their late twenties and after a while the talk became very flirtatious. Although they were old enough to be my sons getting such attention from two young, fit men was making me extremely horny. I can’t remember exactly how it started but while one of the guys was at the bar getting us some drinks I ended up snogging his mate. When he returned he playfully complained that it wasn’t fair that, not only did he have to buy the drinks but he didn’t even get a snog. I pulled him to me and gave him a long slow tonguing. While I was kissing him (Martin), his friend Alan started feeling my thigh. I suddenly remembered my work colleagues and although where we were was dark and pretty secluded I was terrified that they might see me. I told the guys and they suggested we go back to Martin’s flat which I was well up for.

By the time we arrived at Martin’s place I was already half undressed having been groped and fingered all the way there in the taxi. I had also had a good feel of both their cocks and wasn’t disappointed. Although neither were particularly well hung they both had fine specimens and Alan’s in particular was nice and thick. We went straight to the bedroom and within minutes we were totally naked. Alan went between my legs and started eating me while I took Martin in my mouth. It didn’t take long for me to reach my first of numerous orgasms, nor for Martin to shoot the first of several loads that night. It had been many years since a man had come in my mouth and I loved it, swallowing every drop. I had barely finished sucking Martin when Alan positioned himself between my legs and entered me. He started fucking me really hard which made me come almost instantly and far too quickly I felt him begin to throb and a tingling wetness deep in my vagina.

Almost immediately Alan’s cock was replaced by Martin’s and although he wasn’t as big as Alan I was soon coming again. He managed to last quite a while before adding his load to Alan’s. Over the next couple of hours I was fucked senseless in every orifice bit even so I desperately wanted more but it was getting very late and I had to go.

Thankfully my husband was fast asleep when I got home and I went to bed in the spare room as I had taken to doing in order not to wake him when arriving home late on a Friday. I drifted off to sleep feeling glorious and fulfilled with the come of two lovers seeping out of me.

I met up with Martin and Alan a couple of times after but also several other guys. Friday night became my fuck night and I tried to make sure I got laid every week, which I nearly always did. My husband eventually found out but surprisingly wasn’t all. In fact he found it a turn on and our sex life has improved immeasurably. He now happily lets me go out and get laid whenever I want and even enjoys having seconds, and sometimes thirds, after I have been used by other men.


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