My name is Jayne, I'm forty two, have been married twice and been with my current partner Tom for three years. The first couple of years was pretty good, the sex OK and fairly regular, but after that he seemed to loose interest wanting sex perhaps once a month or if we'd been out for a meal and a few drinks. Sometimes it was almost as if I didn't exist and I found him boring. I'd probably have left if I had somewhere to go or could have afforded to. Instead, feeling neglected, bored, dissatisfied with my life, I had little choice but to put up with it. I carried on with my job, on the tills and stacking shelves in a local supermarket, bored until a few months ago. A guy started to come in most days, just a smile or hello at first then stopping to chat with me for a couple of minutes. It became the highlight of my day, looking forward to seeing him, disappointed if he didn't come in. I knew that if he came in just before 1pm he was going to work, if it was just after he'd finished for the day, not dissimilar to my own shifts, mornings or afternoons and evenings. He is best described as average, not tall, but slim, pleasant enough look at, but not especially handsome. Ordinary or average looking, much the same as me, Plain Jayne, I suppose. I'm 5' 2” not particularly pretty, though I am quite proud of my body, a petite size 10, my small tits are pert 32b, my legs are OK, I used to shave my pussy but stopped when Tom lost interest, but keep my pubes trimmed, more out of habit than to any other reason. I found out his name, Steve, that he was single, twenty eight. I had my hair restyled and coloured, he noticed and said how nice it looked, more than Tom did. I told him things about myself or that had happened and he'd remember. I told him my mother was ill and he asked after her. My cat had to go to the vet and he remembered, being sympathetic when it died. It was nice speaking to someone, knowing they were listening. Perhaps best of all he made me laugh and cheered me up. I don't remember how, but the subject of children came up, I told him I'd had two before I was twenty, who were grown up, and that my first husband had wanted more and what I'd done to make sure I didn't get pregnant again. After he'd gone my friend Sarah who'd overheard called me a “tart” “Why?” I asked. She explained. “Telling him you've been sterilised. You might as well have said “Do you want to fuck me cos I won't get pregnant” Or is that what you were telling him?” she teased. I denied it, but actually I had been masturbating while Tom slept, imagining Steve fucking me and wondered if subconsciously that was what I had been saying and she was right. Given the chance I would have let him fuck me, getting the chance seemed unlikely. It was about a month later, Steve came in after 1pm, finished for the day. He stopped to chat and must have noticed I was down. He asked if I was all right and I told him it was my birthday. “Off out for a nice meal tonight then?” he said. I laughed, “Not a chance. Tom didn’t even remember, no card or even a “Happy Birthday” this morning” He looked at me “What time do you finish?” I told him about two and he asked if I'd like to go for a drink to cheer me up. I didn't say yes or no and it was left that I might see him at the pub about three. I told Sarah who said I should go and make it obvious I wanted sex with him. Tempting, but I had my work clothes on, needed a shower and was wearing an old bra and knickers, hardly going to excite him. Her solution, buy some hold up stockings, go to hers shower, borrow a dress and some heels, we're about the same size. “What about bra and panties? What I'm wearing are almost grey” She looked me up and down before answering, “Don't wear any. You want to fuck it'll save time” I tried telling her I couldn't go out without underwear but she laughed my objections off, claiming she often did. Her house was nearby, my excuse of having to go home blocked. “What about Tom? He'll expect me home” I tried, my final excuse. “Sod him. He forgot your birthday. Tell him your out with me. I'll cover” An hour later I was standing naked under her shower, using the razor she'd lent me, shaving my legs, then on a whim, my pussy, just in case we got as far as fucking. Sarah had found a dress for me that fitted reasonably well, showing my curves, though somewhat shorter, mid thigh, than I would normally wear. I felt quite sexy in the short dress, hard nipples poking through, the material encasing my bum, no panty line of course, my stockinged legs appearing longer in the 4” heels. My hair dried and straightened, a little make up, a dab of perfume, my coat over the top and I was ready. Sarah came with me as far as the pub door, mainly to ensure I didn't chicken out. I saw Steve immediately, sat at a table with a group of guys. He saw me, came over, bought me a drink, took my coat and I squeezed in between him and one of the others, on a bench seat. Not really what I expected, but after a couple of drinks I relaxed, my legs crossed, aware that I was showing a lot of leg, giving up trying to tug the hem down after the third drink, giggling when someone mentioned they could see my stocking tops. By about the fifth drink I was feeling relaxed, Steve had a hand on my thigh. I smiled at him to show I didn't mind, not stopping him when he moved his hand higher, pushing the hem up. I lifted my crossed leg, letting him slide his hand between my legs trapping it almost touching my pussy. The guy the other side, moved pressing his leg against mine, his hand resting on my leg, stroking from my knee until he touched my stocking top. I stopped him because letting him go any further would have pushed the dress high enough to reveal I was pantyless and exposed my freshly shaven pussy. The others could see where their hands were which aroused me, still just sober enough to realise I was behaving like a tart. In fact my pussy was feeling moist and I could feel a little trickle of juice dribbling from my hole. Another drink was handed to me, I drank half of it, put it down and rested my head on Steve’s shoulder, mouth close to his ear. I'd had enough to drink to lower my inhibitions, I nibbled his ear, moving my hand to his leg. Before I could change my mind, I brushed my hand against his cock and whispered, “I want you. My pussy is getting really wet. Can we go somewhere and fuck?” I must have whispered louder than I thought, at least one of the others heard and suggested we go to his place, telling the others what I'd said. Normally I'd have blushed with embarrassment but instead stood up, pulling Steve to his feet, not really thinking about the implications of going to his friends flat not even when the four guys all stood to leave with us. I suppose I thought we would just borrow a bedroom. I needed the loo first and noticed the time, just after 5.30pm, Tom would be home. As I pee'd I rang him, still annoyed he'd forgotten my birthday, and told him that I was going out to celebrate my birthday with Sarah and some friends and I'd either stay at hers or be back late. He didn't sound pleased but I didn't much care. It was only a short walk to the flat, a modern block on four floors. A small lift which the four guys took while Steve and I took the stairs. We stopped on the second floor landing kissing, I pulled him close, felt his cock pressing against me, stiffening as I rubbed my tits against him. He had his hands on my hips, fingers gripping the dress slowly pulling it up. He moved his hands,stroking my thighs, reached the stocking tops, the smooth skin above, then raising the dress up around my waist. He dropped his hands to my naked bum, “You slut you're not wearing knickers” his knee between my legs moving them apart, hands caressing and spreading my buttocks, my bum almost against the glass, visible to anyone on the path below or flats opposite. I moved my legs further apart, whispering that I wanted him to finger me, raised myself on tip toe and felt his fingers move between my legs and slip in to my dripping cunt. I sighed with pleasure, arms around his neck, riding his probing fingers, close to cumming. A door slamming from below interrupted us. I wanted his cock in me and told him I wanted him in bed. We practically ran the last to flights and into the flat, the dress still bunched around my waist, wet pussy displayed to them all. I immediately realised that it wasn't a flat as such but a studio. Kitchen corner, table and a couple of chairs, sofa, the room dominated by a large double bed, a flat screen TV on the wall opposite, a door leading off to the bathroom. I suppose the thought had crossed my mind that Steve and the guy who'd sat next to me might both fuck me. I was to excited to stop, certain that I wouldn't be leaving until they'd all fucked me, becoming even more aroused that I would be watched having sex. It wouldn't be the first time I'd had sex with two or more guys. I have fond memories of when I was seventeen or eighteen, being persuaded by my older boyfriend to take part in 3somes. I enjoyed it largely because it was the first times I'd orgasmed being fucked, rather than through masturbation and more memorably being DP'd several times by him and his mates in the few months we were together. The last time I'd did anything similar was about 15 years ago, between marriages, when I went to evening classes to study GCSE English and took a couple of young guys home for a 3some. I was confident I could take them all, wondering what it would be like to have sex with all five, I was about to find out unless I said “No”and that wasn't about to happen. Pulling the dress over my head, I stood naked, proudly letting 5 pairs of eyes lustfully feast on my womanly body. My firm breasts, hard nipples, rounded belly, the smooth hairless mound above my glistening gash all on offer. In a state of high sexual arousal I sat on the edge of the bed, opening my legs, wantonly and brazenly exposing my cunt to their gaze. From the expressions on their faces, I think this was what they'd been hoping for, but not expecting me to be so easy or shamelessly offer myself to them. I shuffled up the bed, propped my self up on the pillows, spread my legs wide, reaching down to tease my clit. “Who's going to fuck me first then” I called breathlessly as I began to masturbate. I slipped a couple of fingers in my cunt, pressing against my clit, wanking as I excitedly watched them strip, imagining what their cocks would feel like in my pussy when they fucked me. Four stripped quickly, stood stroking their rapidly stiffening cocks, all about average size, 6 or 7 inches, no bigger than others I've had. The last guy had his back to me, Steve called over to him “Show her your cock Rob”. I think I gasped when I saw it. I've got a large vibrator that I sometimes use and had often wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by a guy with a big cock. It probably wasn't quite as large as my vibe and wasn't in the enormous category I've seen in some porn films, but a good nine inches and even better very thick, heavily veined with a large bulbous knob end. “Wow” I exclaimed, “Let me touch it” I stopped masturbating, sat up reaching for his cock as he moved closer. I held his heavy balls in my hand, then stroked his stiffening shaft, leaning forward, running the tip of my tongue around his glans then kissing the tip, before looking up at him “You can wait till last. Get it really hard for me. I want to really savour that” I told him as I pulled the nearest guys cock to my mouth and began to suck on it, laying back, legs spread offering my cunt to them. From the corner of my eye I saw Steve get on the bed, then his hands on my knees spreading me wider, before his head disappeared between my legs, felt his tongue in my hole, his mouth sucking my clit. One of the others got on the bed, wanking his prick by my face. I felt it against my cheek and turned my head to give him a suck, noticing that Rob's prick was fully erect and looked huge as he slowly wanked, the cock head shining with precum. A shudder passed through me at the thought of taking it in my cunt, combined with the sensations building in my pussy from the effect of Steve's tonguing. I sucked greedily on the cock filling my mouth, taking him in my throat, a skill I learned with my second husband, a bit out of practise but hadn't forgotten. I sucked harder, massaging his balls until I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as he came. I lifted my head, swallowing his delicious creamy spunk, just as Steve flipped me over. His tongue probing my bum hole, before he stopped, rubbed his prick back and fore along my soaking gash and entered me. I was already close to orgasm when his hard cock penetrated me. Half a dozen slow deep strokes and I climaxed, moaning loudly, while the second guy manoeuvred himself beneath my head and offered his cock to my open mouth. I took his rampant prick, clamping my lips around his girth, attempting to take his length slowly, almost impossible with Steve ramming me hard, his balls slapping my clit with each thrust. This felt incredible, better than when I'd been fucked while sucking as a teenager, an advantage of older more experienced guys who knew how to fuck a woman. Every now and again Steve slowed or stopped, with his cock buried in my snatch, pushing my head down on his mates cock, continuing to fuck me while I deep throated. After about 10 minutes the guy came with a groan, shooting his load down my throat. I raised my head, looking over my shoulder, close to cumming, and begged Steve to give it to me really hard, telling him I wanted him to spunk inside me. I was almost there when I felt his cock spasm, throbbing in my hot cunt as he ejaculated in my hole. I reached for my clitoris, frigging frantically, feeling his cock being withdrawn, him moving out of the way and replaced by another stiff cock, which slid smoothly in to my spunk filled gaping hole. I glanced over my shoulder, to see it was Ryan, probably the youngest, noticing for the first time that they'd set up a camera and I could see my self being fucked on the TV. I wriggled round so I could see better, turned on by the sight of his prick sliding in and out of my pouting pussy, calling Rob over, holding his huge prick, licking, nibbling, kissing and sucking the tip, tasting the salty clear liquid seeping from it. The last thing I wanted was to get him to excited, keeping him nice and hard ready to fuck me. I felt Ryan's hands on my bum, gave a little moan of pleasure when he dribbled on my arse and worked a wetted finger in my anus. He sped up, cock ramming my cunt, finger fucking my arse hole, giving me a nice orgasm before he added his spunk to Steves. Two loads swallowed, two in my pussy, now for Rob. I lay next to Rob for a couple of minutes recovering, holding his cock, unable to encircle it with my fingers it was so thick as I slowly wanked him. I told him I wanted to be on top, facing the camera enabling me to watch his cock in my cunt as we fucked. He lay on his back and I climbed on top, crouching down, legs spread, holding his beautiful erection guiding it to my sodden pussy. My hole was shining pink and open, labia splayed, the remnants of Ryan and Steve’s spunk still dribbling out as I rubbed Robs knob along my gash, pressing it firmly against my clitty, rubbing my hard little bud. I could see my cunt lips spread either side of his cock up on the TV screen. I raised my self a little, watching as his knob end slid along my slit, then slipped between my pussy lips opening my hole. I sank slowly lower taking more of his cock inside my fuck hole, almost mesmerised at the sight of my cunt stretching as inch after inch slowly penetrated my promiscuous pussy. Finally I'd taken him, all 9 inches, my sex stretched tightly around his thick, hot shaft, I spent a few moments admiring the view, proud that I'd taken it all, enjoying being watched by the other four guys. I began to ride Robs cock, marvelling at the sensation of being impaled on his member, wishing I'd discovered someone like him years sooner. I didn't have time to dwell on it because he began thrusting in to me, his cock displacing any remaining spunk from my earlier fucking. Oh my god he was good, I lay back on top of him, he reached for my tits, pinching and pulling my hard little nipples. I rested my right hand on my mons, teasing my clitoris, his cock rubbing my fingertips as he pumped in and out of my slippery hole. I cried out I was cumming, he thrust into me harder, faster, almost pulling out, then ramming his length back up, as I felt a hot flush spreading from my pussy, turning my tits pink, my nipples achingly hard. I started panting, moaning, screaming “Fuck Me. Fuck Me. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME HARDER. CUM IN ME, as my orgasm overwhelmed my senses. He didn't cum in me, I was only vaguely aware as he lifted me from his cock, turned me over and lowered me back onto his prick and continued to fuck me facing each other. My cunt felt as if it was in spasm rippling along the length of his prick. I kissed his neck, face, mouth relishing the feeling of his cock still rock hard moving slowly inside my pussy. I felt hands on my bum, my buttocks being spread, saliva being dribbled on my bum crack. Steve kneeling next to us, his prick hard again, his fingers touching my anus, then first one then another finger easing there way onto my arse, probing my back passage. I groaned as he moved them in and out, in time with the movement of the cock in my pussy. I moaned again, “Yes, That’s nice” Robs mouth by ear, “Do you do anal? Do you take it in the arse? I have in the past and enjoyed it, but never whilst being fucked. I was so aroused I don't think I could have refused, even if I'd wanted to, managing to mutter “Yes, yes. I love it. Do me. Fuck my arse” I felt the bed move, Steve getting in to position, using his fingers to prise my anus open, his cock sliding between them. He pushed his cock against my tightest hole, fingers pulling my anus open more as he pushed harder. I heard him spit on me, saliva lubricating his prick as it broke through the sphincter resistance and slid slowly, steadily, up my arse, the initial pain quickly subsiding as he began to arse fuck me. I could see Ryan next to us holding the cam, through a gap between him and the other guy I could see the TV, catching glimpses of Steves cock in my arse. Horny or what, especially as Rob began moving his prick in my pussy and I could feel them both, almost touching through my cunt walls. Between them they fucked me relentlessly, fucking arse and cunt, steadily building up to a climax. One of the others climbed on the bed, I turned my head and took his erection between my lips, bobbing my head up and down sucking him off, all my holes filled. Rob must have had his prick in me for twenty minutes or more, when he began to thrust quickly, his huge cock seeming to expand, feeling even larger, grunting he was cumming, jerking inside me, flooding my pussy with his sperm. He lay still, cock still inside me, waiting for Steve to finish fucking me up the arse, unloading his seed inside my dirt box. I stopped sucking the cock in my mouth, he was almost there and I finished him off by hand tossing him off over my tits and massaging his spunk into my skin. It was still early, and after I'd cleaned up in the bathroom, I lay on the bed with Steve and Rob, the other three, sprawled on the floor and we watched the video of them fucking me. It was heaven, watching myself being fucked, arse and pussy, while stroking and playing with their pricks, getting them erect again. I got off the bed, used my hands and mouth getting the other three hard again, then sat on the sofa, legs spread, holding my cunt open, pushing my fingers in and out, masturbating in front of them, sex juices squirting and spraying from my pussy when I came. The first time I'd squirted like that for a considerable time, an indication of my state of arousal. By the time the recording ended and after my sex show they were all erect again and I was ready for more. Over the next two or three hours, while one videoed, we fucked continuously. I was arse fucked twice, DP'd, taking two in my cunt, with a candle being used in my arse at the same time. I had a long leisurely fuck with Rob, enjoying the feeling of having, first my pussy filled with his gorgeous cock, keeping me simmering on the edge of climax, making me orgasm twice. He still hadn't cum when, with some trepidation I allowed him to arse fuck me, while I frigged my clit until I came and he emptied his balls, spunking up my arse. It was the best sex I'd had in over twenty years and I was determined it wouldn't be the last. I dressed afterwards, removing my stockings, which were laddered and soaked with spunk and my sex juices. I went with Steve, walking through town, spunk dripping from my pussy, oozing from my arse, running down, soaking my legs. I spent the remainder of the night with him, had time for a quicky in the morning before going round to Sarah's house to shower, change for work, telling her some of what I'd got up to and of course apologise for all the spunk stains on the dress she'd leant me. I gave Tom a quick call to tell him I'd be back later. He asked about my evening out and I told him I'd had a few drinks and gone to bed early, which was true, not that he sounded particularly interested. When I finished work Steve was waiting outside, he wanted me to go to his place for a fuck before I went home, trying to tempt me saying Rob would be there. It was tempting but some how I found the will power to say no, promising I would go the following week and that they could both fuck me again. Just as well I went straight home, Tom had taken the afternoon off, had booked a table at my favourite restaurant that evening to make up for forgetting my birthday. I was shattered and didn't really fancy going but couldn't refuse. I also thought he would probably expect a shag afterwards and would notice my shaved state deciding before we went out to just to walk in to the bedroom naked after I'd showered and pretend I had just done it for him. That worked a treat and actually seemed to perk up his interest, and was quite pleased with himself when I came as we fucked later. I doubt he'd have been quite so pleased if he knew it was because I was thinking about the five guys who'd fucked me the previous night. Since then all five have been fucking me regularly, usually in the afternoon, just one or two of them at a time and all five again just the once. Of course the one I look forward to most is Rob. I've attempted to take his cock and one of the others in my pussy but failed so far, but being fucked by him with another cock in my arse is guaranteed to give me amazing multiple orgasms. I've been careful and Tom suspects nothing, I some times wonder if he'd even care. His only comment was that I seemed happier recently, “Like the cat that got the cream” Ha ha. More like the Slut that’s getting the spunk I thought, making a mental note not to look so pleased with myself when he's around. Sorry this is so long. I'll write again if a weekend away, which has been suggested, can be arranged. Sarah has agreed to help and has called around, discussing a fictitious, girly trip, making sure Tom overheard. With Steve, none to subtly, sounding me out over how many men I think I could have sex with in one night and Rob dropping hints too, I'm certain they are planning to arrange for me to be gangbanged. The prospect has me so excited, I am more than eager for them to set it up, particularly if there are more guys like Rob!