As I write this, I’m 55 years old – born December 1942.
Although, everyone says I look MUCH younger than that.
It’s nice to hear, really. If you like, I’ll send a
recent picture of myself and you can judge for yourself.
I am well-built, I guess, and just slightly heavy.
However, most of my extra weight seems to be in my
breasts, which measure 36DD, as I mentioned before. I am
5′-4″ tall and weigh 140 pounds, but am physically fit.
I love hiking and ice skating and I stay active with
both. My nipples are rather large and, in my first
extramarital encounter, I learned that I love having
then handled roughly, so much that the pain excites me
and lifts me to new heights of arousal.
Enough said for now? Once more, I hope this brief
description has piqued your interest.
I’ve accumulated many experiences over the past years
and the thought of sharing them turned me on. Using the
Internet lets me offer these stories to a broad
audience, yet stay somewhat anonymous. Everything I
write is based on my real experiences and my life has
unfolded exactly as I describe. The only thing I’ve
changed are the names, for obvious reasons. I’ll start
by repeating a little background…
I was married at 21, a virgin until my wedding night.
Yes, really. Unfortunately, the experience of my life,
the one I’d been waiting for so long, was tremendously
unfulfilling, as were most of the subsequent sexual
interludes my husband and I shared. In fact, I can’t
even tell you for certain how long it was before I
actually experienced an orgasm from intercourse, but it
would be measured in years. He was one who would think
first of satisfying himself and if I happened to get off
along the way then that was nice, but not necessary.
Some of you who wrote have asked me to talk about the
wedding night.
Simply, there isn’t much to tell. I was pretty nervous,
but excited. Yes, it hurt when I was taken for the first
time. I imagine it hurt more than most, in fact, since
my husband did little to warm me up or prepare me. After
a few brief kisses, he pretty much just got right to the
task at hand, and pushed his cock in me, fucking me
until he came.
That evening set the pattern for our relationship, when
he rolled off me and fell asleep, leaving me laying
there, unfulfilled. That night, I was also sore – very
sore. I finally fell asleep, hoping that things would
get better with time.
About 5 years into our marriage something happened that
changed my life. I had my first extramarital sexual
relationship, which I wrote about in my last submission.
Now I’m back to tell you about another experience.
A year had passed since my tryst with Brad. I’d now been
married for 6 years and had one son, now 3 months old.
To me, it appeared that Brad was the father of my baby.
My husband was unaware of the chances of this, having no
inkling of my one infidelity.
I know this will sound awful to most of you, but I
didn’t care. I no longer loved my spouse. In fact, I’m
not sure I ever did. I was even somewhat pleased at the
idea that my wonderful one-time lover had fathered my
child. He was much nicer than the man I married.
In the past year I’d not strayed again but that’s not to
say that my thoughts didn’t. In that time I’d looked at
many men and wondered what they might be like as
potential sex partners. In spite of the fact that I
never acted on any of those thoughts, I knew that one
day I would. That day came when I went to visit my
parents.
They lived about a hundred miles away. My husband was
working out of town. He was a tradesman and went
wherever there was work, so I went to my parents’ alone,
with the intent of surprising them. First I pumped some
breast milk for my young son, then dropped him and the
appropriate infants essentials with the sitter.
Arriving in my parent’s city about lunchtime, I decided
to have something to eat before I went to their home,
not wanting to place the burden of feeding me on them. I
pulled into a restaurant / lounge near their home.
Inside, I found a corner table and perused the menu.
When I looked up for my waitress I saw two old friends
sitting together nearby.
They waved when they saw me looking. I hadn’t seen Tommy
or Billy for years and smiled as I waved back. The two
of them rose from their seats and walked over to my
table. After our hellos and brief hugs, they asked if
they could join me. I told them I’d like that very much.
Let me make it very clear, there was never anything
remotely sexual between myself and them. We had been,
simply, friends. So it’s true when I believed that, in
our reunion, the thoughts of sex never occurred to any
of us. I had been a “good” girl, hardly even dating and,
when I did, there was never anything that would even
lead up to sex.
My father, a big, strong and, in my mind at the time,
fierce, Polish man, scared the hell out of me and I knew
that if I ever did anything bad, his wrath would be
brutal. Even if it weren’t my intention to be a virgin
on my wedding night, I’d have been too scared to do
anything about it. This accidental reunion of friends
was just that, and nothing more.
Tommy, Billy and I had lunch together, then they asked
if I’d like to have a drink with them. I accepted and we
moved to the bar. Three drinks and much conversation
later I was feeling pretty good, relaxed. Perhaps I was
naive. I guess I was, really, because when they
suggested we’d be more comfortable if we got a bottle
and a room, I still had no idea that sex would play a
part in this. I readily agreed.
Tommy went out to buy the liquor while Billy and I went
to get the room. We waited in the hotel lobby for Tommy
to show up, then the three of us went to get
comfortable. The room had a king-sized bed, a couch, and
a chair. The guys told me to make myself comfortable
while one poured drinks and the other found some music
on the radio. I had to admit, this was much better than
sitting in the lounge.
I sat on the couch and Billy sat on one side of me.
Tommy brought drinks and sat on the other side. Again we
sat and talked while we sipped our drinks. Mine was much
stronger than I was used to and I was already feeling a
little tipsy from the drinks at the bar.
Finally, Billy provided an admission from the days we
were in school together, saying that he’d always
fantasized about getting into my pants. I was very
surprised at this since he’d never given any indication
of his desires back then. I told him this. He replied by
saying that everyone knew I was untouchable, so there
was no point. I had to agree, and explained the issues
of my father and my fear of him at that time.
Tommy then entered the conversation, pointing out that
those issues were no longer valid. He was turned,
looking over my body, then he told me something else
about our school days, that all the guys had fantasized
about seeing my tits. As if to support this revelation,
he reached for a breast, lightly brushing his hand over
it. I shivered slightly and my nipples became
immediately and obviously hard. Then he squeezed, and
leaned to kiss me. I let him. While we kissed, I felt
Billy’s hand on my other breast.
When Tommy’s kiss ended he breathed his request to be
able to see my breasts, now, that there was nothing
stopping that from happening. I was going to counter
with the fact that I was married should be enough to
prevent that, but the words never came out. Tommy took
my silence as agreement and reached for my blouse,
lifting it over my head. I raised my arms to let him.
Billy’s hands went behind me to unclasped the bra I was
wearing not only for the benefit of the visit to my
parents but to contain the leakage I was now sometimes
experiencing. As my breasts were bared, Tommy gasped
that they were just as gorgeous as he’d imagined. They
were even larger than usual, as I was now a nursing
mother. Again, two sets of hands reached out for them,
then soon, two sets of lips were sucking my nipples.
One of the guys, I can’t remember which, raised his head
slightly and gasped, surprised at the milk he was
drawing from my breast, and commenting that it tasted
delicious before returning to his sucking. I leaned back
and enjoyed the attention.
Obviously they wanted more, and soon I felt their hands
meet between my legs when they both reached for my pussy
at the same time. I spread myself open for them as their
hands pushed up and under my skirt. My panties were
pushed aside and fingers were vying for entry.
Tommy won, pushing his inside me. Billy took this
opportunity to lose his clothes, then sit back down
beside me and take my hand, coaxing it to his cock,
which I loosely gripped and stroked. As Billy’s hand
went back under my skirt, Tommy stood and undressed,
then moved in front of me, his erect cock inches from my
face.
With my free hand, I reached for it, then lowered my
head, taking him in my mouth and sucking. I still wasn’t
practiced in the art of cocksucking, and I didn’t get
much opportunity to hone my skills this time either, as
Billy also stood up and the two of them urged me to the
bed, removing my skirt and panties along the way. We
fell naked onto the king-sized bed.
Tommy returned to sucking my tits, apparently taken with
the milk I was producing. Billy lowered himself between
my legs and licked my pussy briefly. This is another
area in which I’d had very little experience, and the
feeling was awesome. Soon I was begging Billy to put his
cock in me. He, of course, obliged. Tommy continued
sucking milk from my nipples while Billy pumped his cock
in and out of me.
The sensations provided by having two men at once were
amazing, but short lived. Tommy lifted himself from my
chest, seemingly intent on watching his friend fuck me.
That’s the way things went for the next hour or so, with
my two horny friends taking turns between my legs while
the other watched.
After Billy had used my pussy for a while, he pulled out
of me, nodding to Tommy that it was his turn. Tommy’s
cock slipped easily into my wet pussy and I was again
being fucked as the other guy watched us. Billy leaned
for a closer look at Tommy’s cock sliding in and out of
me. The fact of being watched in such an intimate act
excited the hell out of me, as did sharing my body with
two men at once.
By now I had cum with both Billy and Tommy fucking me.
Tommy pulled out and moved aside to make room for his
friend, and Billy moved back again between my legs.
Neither had cum yet, but I was, in fact, getting a
little weary and winded from multiple climaxes. Still,
though, my passion wasn’t sated, and when Billy mounted
me yet again, I wrapped my legs around his back and
urged him on, telling him to fuck me.
He did, plowing into me until I was again cumming, then
literally rammed me until he eventually emptied his
balls into my cunt. I felt Billy’s cock slip out of me
and his cum leaking from my hole as he stood up.
Immediately, Tommy moved towards me. I spread my legs
yet again, but Tommy wanted something different. He
lifted and turned me onto my hands and knees, then moved
behind me. I felt his hands on my hips and his cock
probing for my hole. He found it quickly and pushed
inside my cum-filled cunt. Holding me tightly, he
pounded into me deep and hard, and it wasn’t long before
I was cumming yet again. I pushed back against him,
begging the deepest possible penetration, and Tommy gave
it to me, briefly, before he too was spurting cum into
me.
I collapsed onto the bed and Tommy landed on top of me,
both of us out of breath. Billy had been standing next
to us. His critique of what he’d just witnessed was a
single word – awesome! I agreed enthusiastically.
Finally, Tommy rolled off my back and I struggled to
roll over, move off the bed, and stand. Two loads of
their cum, along with my own prolific juices were
streaming down the insides of my thighs. The guys both
peered between my legs. I looked down there as well,
then back at my friends and we all grinned. I suggested
that perhaps I needed a shower.
Tommy and Billy joined me and we washed and rinsed each
others’ bodies, paying special attention to the more
interesting places. Afterwards, we toweled each other
dry and dressed, then refilled our glasses and sipped
our drinks quietly, speaking little. I felt like I was
in a sort of contented trance.
After the latest round of drinks were finished, it was
time to go. They both asked me if I would come to visit
them again and were disappointed when I told them that I
didn’t think that was a good idea, being a married
woman. In deference to their protests, I offered that I
wouldn’t promise them anything, but that perhaps we
could do this again someday. We never did.
It had been a magnificent afternoon, my first encounter
with multiple partners. Tommy and Billy had taken turns
fucking me, but each had cum only one time. Still, my
pussy had felt flooded, and it was, with their seed. My
womb was still unprotected, as it my my intent to have
another child soon after the first. However, neither
Tommy nor Billy became fathers that day.
The sex had been plain, simple and raw. There was very
little oral, and no anal, but I’d spent much of the
afternoon with my pussy being pummeled by their cocks
and my body in the throes of orgasm. I was tired, spent,
bordering on exhaustion. When I finally arrived at my
parent’s home I had to take a nap.
We had dinner together and chatted for a while
afterwards, then I had to make the drive home. My baby
was waiting for me, and I would need to nurse him that
night. As I drove, my thoughts lingered on the nursing
that Tommy and Billy had done at my breasts, and on the
continued fucking I’d received by the “tag team” duo
that had taken turns in me.
I’d never been fucked so long and hard in my life. It
was all I could do to pick up the baby and feed him that
night before I went to sleep… and I slept very well.