I had never thought of myself as a very sexually active person, having been married only once, and having had sex with only two men in my life. I had sex with my first boyfriend, and to the man I was married. I was really interested in sex, yes, but I never considered myself to be like, a slut or anything like that.
I did, however, like to tease, and my husband liked to watch me tease men. It turned him on to know that I was drawing the attention of other men. And, it turned me on, knowing that it was turning him on. And, I must admit, I liked the idea of turning men on, of being admired, of knowing I was getting secretive glances and causing boners in pants. It made me feel sort of in control, sort of like, ‘I’m giving you this glance, but you can’t touch’ type of thing.
We talked about it a few times, and he liked it when I wore a revealing outfit when his friends came over for a few drinks. I even went without a bra once, letting my nipples show beneath my blouse. That was such a turn on, my pussy was wet the entire time. I even had to go to the bathroom and relieve myself, cumming several times before I rejoined the party.
One day, all his friends from work came over to play some cards. I was going to serve drinks and snacks, and I had a wonderful idea, and just thinking about it made me wet. I put on a short skirt and a thong. Before the guests arrived, I went to Jack, my husband, and bent over. I showed him how my skirt rode up on my ass when I bent over.
“Oh my God!” he said. “That’s hot! Let’s go fuck!”
“Do I dare?” I asked. “Do you think the guys will know I’m flashing them on purpose?”
“Of course you do,” he said. “Sure, you dare do it. It gets me hard just thinking about it. And, they might know you‘re doing it on purpose, but it‘s not something that they would talk about, or like, they would refuse to look, and now, Honey, let‘s go fuck!”
“Well, let’s not waste that hard on of yours,” I said.
But, the doorbell rang. He shrugged and smiled. “Just wait till later,” he said and winked. He ran his hand across my ass, sending fire through my loins. I was already hot enough, and now, I knew my pussy was wet. And, they would probably be able to see that flashing them turned me on way the hell too much.
The guys began to arrive, five of them. It was going to be a long game of poker, obviously. We had a couple of cases of beer and bottles of hard stuff, chips, salsa, dip, peanuts --- everything you can think of for a long, long game of cards. They would probably stay till one a.m. or even later, and it was only now noon.
Johnny was the first to arrive, a tall, lanky kind of guy with a long nose and a square face. He was dark-skinned from the sun. He worked out of doors at the plant where my husband worked. He was very tan, I guessed. He might have had some sort of Mediterranean ancestry, maybe Italian or Greek. He wasn’t handsome, but he was a turn on in a strange kind of way.
Then two more arrived at the same time. Benny, and black guy with a totally shaved head, and Wayne, a fat blonde guy who sweated a lot. The last to arrive was Jim, a southern type of transplanted country boy with dark hair that was cut very, very short, making him look very boyish and young.
They sat around the living room, not setting up the card table. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a tray, putting six cold bottles of beer on it. In the living room, I walked over to the coffee table, and, facing away from Jim, the southern boy, I bent way over. I watched Jack’s face, and he grinned in response to Jim’s reaction and winked at me. It was pretty obvious that Jim was staring right at my ass as I bent over. I could feel my pussy tingle, thinking about the possible bone I was causing in Jim’s lap.
Next was Wayne and Benny. I flashed them my ass, bending way over. I could feel my skirt rise way up, and it turned me on like nothing before. I was wet, and I raised up and carried the tray back to the kitchen.
I had a sudden idea. It made me hot to think about it. I raised my skirt and peeled the thong off. I bundled it up and stashed it in a lower cabinet. I was naked beneath my skirt. I was wet, and went down the hall and washed my pussy. My pussy hair was dark black, neatly trimmed, with just enough hair to be considered hairy, but not enough to be considered bushy and unruly. I had round, perky tits, but not big. Just, shapely boobs with pink nipples that erected very easily. I felt like such a slut, but hell, it turned me on to be nasty once in a while. And, boy, did I feel nasty!
I knew that Jack would think it amazing that I would dare to show my bare pussy to the guys. I had thought about doing something like that a few times, and even went shopping once, wearing a short skirt, and no panties. In the grocery store, I was only able to flash one guy, and he didn’t look very long, as if he knew I was doing it on purpose. It frightened me, and I purchased my groceries and left as quickly as I could. But, Jack wouldn’t be pissed off. It was daring, to me, actually. I had never considered such a thing in front of his friends, in front of people I kne3w. But, the thought turned me on so much, I couldn’t resist. I had to show them my pussy. I was too hot, too turned on, to care. I wanted them to look and gawk and get boners.
I went back into the living room, and still, the guys weren’t at the card table playing cards. They were sitting around the coffee table, talking about their boss at work. They did that a lot. I guess guys liked to talk about their bosses and bitch about how bad their jobs are.
“More beers, chips, fellas?” I asked. They all looked at me, their gazes falling down to my short skirt, to my crotch.
They all wanted another beer and some peanuts, so I went into the kitchen and put six bottles on the tray. This time, I went and stood in front of my husband, Jack, and bent over. I knew he could see my pussy between my slightly spread legs. When I stood, I turned around and looked at him. His look, his little secretive smile and nearly unnoticeable nod, told me that he was all for it. I could hardly wait to see expressions on the guys’ faces. I was so turned on, I wanted to strip off my clothes and fuck Jack, right there, in front of all of them.
First was Wayne, the heavy blonde guy. I bent way over in his face, spreading my legs a little, as I filled the bowl with peanuts. I heard a sound from behind me. It was a groan or moan --- escaping from Wayne’s lips. I might have given him a heart attack. I spun around, and looked at his face. His eyes were wide, and his face was red. Then he smiled.
“Thank you, Charlotte,” he mumbled, his face red.
I flashed them all without panties on, and when I left the room, there was total silence. I can just imagine the hard dicks in their pants.. I suddenly wanted to see them all. I wanted to see the hard cocks that I had caused. I wanted to see the guys naked, their boners sticking up, shooting huge wads of cum in my face, on my tits, everywhere.
I was getting hotter by the second, thinking about it, and went down the hall to the bathroom. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. The lid was cool, and my pussy was hot. I reached down and began fingering my clit. Just a touch, and I came! I came again, and sat there, my heart pounding, sweating, my face flushed. I wiped myself clean with a wash rag, and then wet and wiped my face. I was behaving like a slut, a whore, and loving every second of it. I had never done anything like that in my life, showing my pussy to guys. It was definitely not my usual behavior. But, I thought, it wasn’t hurting anyone, and it certainly made me hot! I pulled my skirt up a little and looked in the mirror. I pulled it up higher, until I could barely see my pussy. I lowered it just a little. No need to be too obvious about it, I thought, though I was sure that the guys knew that I was showing them my pussy on purpose.
I went back into the living room. The guys were talking in low voices. I walked through the living room, continuing into the kitchen. I got a bottle of wine out of the fridge, and poured myself a cold glass. I went back into the living room and pulled a chair away from the card table. I put it in front of the coffee table, so all the guys could see me.
Their conversation stopped, and they all looked at me, glancing down at my crotch. I knew my pussy was visible. I smiled.
“Why the hushed conversation? Aren’t you guys going to play cards?”
No one answered. Jack looked at Jim and said, “Would you eat that?”
He nodded. “Yeah, if she will let me, I’d lick the hell out of that.” His voice was thick. It wasn’t because he was drunk; he had only two beers. It was because he was hot. He sounded like Jack always did just before he came.
“Well, go ahead, give her some head,” said Jack. “But, I want to watch, up close,” he added.
I couldn’t believe my husband was saying that, but the idea made my pussy flow with hot, sticky juices. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I reached over to the table and picked up my glass of wine, taking a sip, looking at Jim, running my tongue around the lip of the glass. I was behaving like a slut, and it felt good to do it.
Jim stood and came over to the little chair I was sitting in. I could see a rather large bulge in his pants, the outline of his hard dick. Jeeaz, I thought, he was rather well hung. Jack wasn’t in the small department, exactly, but I had never seen a really huge dick in real life. I had no idea how big he really was, but he certainly was way the hell above average. He knelt in front of me and raised my skirt. I could feel his hot breath on my thighs, on my pussy hairs! This sent electric charges all over my body. I shivered from the thought of it, of his breath on my pussy.
The other guys got up and moved closer, wanting to see. I could hears whispers, moans and groans from them. I had no idea what they were saying.
Jim’s wet tongue flicked out and licked my thighs, and then, he moved my legs apart as I leaned back. My legs were now spread wide, my pink, wet pussy lips wide open for all to see. I was hot and wet, ready for just about anything. I could feel his tongue move up and down on my pussy lips. I was in heaven.
One touch of his tongue on my clit, and I nearly came!
“Jeez!” I heard Jack say. “Honey, suck me!” He stood beside me, and I could see him pulling down his pants out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head, and his dick flopped up right in my face. Hard and sticking straight up in the air, I pulled the fat cock to my mouth and sucked on it. It didn’t take him long to cum, and when he did, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and came all over my face. He rubbed his dick all over my face, massaging the cum around my cheeks and on my lips.
“How about me?” asked Benny.
“Bring that black dick over here,” Jack said. “Let’s see if she will suck it.”
He took off his clothes, and I could never have guessed something about him. He did not have a single hair on him, anywhere. He was totally hairless, even his cock and balls. His cock was amazing --- very dark black, but with a bright pink head. I had never seen such a thing in my life. I learned later that he shaved all over regularly, because the girls like him that way. I preferred a bit of hair, myself, but it was a novelty to have a hairless dick in my mouth.
I sucked his fat dick into my mouth as the other guys began taking their clothes off. Suddenly, it seemed that there were dicks all over the place. Short ones, fat ones, long ones, hairy, cut, uncut --- I was in cock heaven!
I came with Jim’s flicking tongue, and then, the guys lifted me up and bent me over as I was still trying to suck Benny’s cock. My skirt came off, my blouse came off, and I was naked as they were.
Someone lay on the floor, and I was on top of him, his hard cock inside me. I began to move up and down, and realized, I had a dick in my mouth, one in each hand, and one in my pussy! Then, someone lay away from us, moved his dick into my ass. I now had five dicks at once. All of them were hot, hard, and stroking to the same rhythm.
I probably came about twenty times that day. I was full of cum, my face, my pussy --- even my ass was full of cum. We had changed positions so many times, I think every guy came about three times. I couldn’t tell. My fondest memory was of a big, hairy dick. It was Johnny, the guy who was so tanned and dark. He had a very, very hairy dick, and his big, fat balls were about the hairiest anyone could ever imagine. He stood above me, and I was sucking his cock. He pulled out of my mouth, and I was only inches from his cock as it began to shoot hot cum over my face. It jerked and spat about ten times, and even one of the guys murmured: “Will you look at that? Ever seen anything like that?” I could see his balls tighten as he came. He had giant hairy balls, and it amazed me to watch them actually raise up and move like that.
At about eight o’clock, we rested, and took turns taking showers. All clean, we sat around the living room, naked. That was when I noticed that Wayne, the heavy-set blonde, had a very, very fat cock. It wasn’t very long, but it certainly was the fattest one in the group. I think I remembered that fat dick in my asshole at one point. No wonder my ass was sore!
Then, it was time, they said, for one more blow job each. I began with Wayne, having his fat dick stretching my lips. The other guys gathered around to watch closely. He came in my face while the other guys slowly stroked their dicks up close. There wasn’t as much cum as before, but hell, we had been going at it for several hours now. Then, it was Benny’s turn, his hairless balls feeling strangely smooth in my hand as I massaged his balls while I sucked him. Then came the boyish Jim, his dick very hairy, but with nearly smooth balls.
Then it was Johnny’s turn again, the hairiest cock I had ever seen. Dark and curly, his pubic hairs seemed to stretch all the way to his chest and down to his toes. It was actually hard to see his balls, there was so much hair there. He did the same thing as before --- he backed away, and without touching his cock, let it jerk up in the air as his cum flew high and hit me in the face. It was really, really amazing, how he did that. Then, Jack, my husband. I sucked him the best of all, my tongue working, my head bobbing. He pulled out and stroked his dick as he came in my face. I was covered with cum for the tenth time that day. It was an amazing day.
It was a scene we we‘ve repeated only a few times. It’s for special days, I guess. But, I still feel like a slut when I wear a short skirt and bend over in front of the produce clerk at the market, and suddenly turn and find him staring at me. His face will get red, and he will suddenly go back to trimming lettuce or fondling apples.
It gives me a strange sense of power to know that I’ve had so many dicks at once, and that they are available everywhere, and will stand up and be counted.
And, I’m counting…
--- Charlotte M., Neenah, WI
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