I spotted Hank and Oscar. They were already in the lake, out far enough that the water was almost up to their necks. They waved me over. I shed my shorts and ran into the water and waded up to them. They said they were glad I came by and complimented me on my bikini. Their behaviour, which was the exact opposite of my husband’s, cheered me up and made me feel appreciated. I reciprocated by complimenting them on their own trunks, which showed off their athletic bodies. They returned the favour by praising my own figure.
There were few people in the water and none of them were nearby, giving us some measure of privacy. Out of earshot of anyone else, the talk became suggestive and there was a lot of sexual tension between us. Oscar positioned himself beside me as I talked with Hank. I discovered why he’d moved when I felt his hand on my bottom.
I’ve had guys make passes at me before and I’d always politely rejected them, but the instant I felt Oscar make contact I knew this time was different. I had never been this aroused or with two men this handsome. Rather than removing the hand, I allowed it to remain there. Taking my lack of protest as encouragement, Oscar began rubbing my bottom. In response, I moved back into his grasp. After a minute or so of groping he slipped his hand under my bikini and really started fondling me. I stopped talking and closed my eyes. It must have been the silence or the looks on our faces that made Hank pick up on what was happening underwater. He joined in, grabbing my breasts below the surface of the water. He played roughly with them, tweaking my nipples through the material of the top, then moved close enough to reach behind me and loosened the tie around my back. The top remained tied around my neck and the rest floated upwards, allowing him unrestricted access to my flesh. Oscar, not wanting to be shown up, slipped a hand down my front and began fingering my pussy.
I couldn’t believe I was letting them do this to me, especially with people standing just several yards away, but no one seemed to notice. It helped that the guys played it cool, talking with each other casually while they worked me over with their hands. They were convincing actors. Me, I should have known better. This could create the kind of gossip and scandal that could harm my husband’s career. But I could not get myself to tell these two men no. No was not on the agenda. Yes filled my money-maker and my crotch. It is during these sorts of fleeting moments of sexual wanting that people often get in trouble and spend the rest of their lives saying, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m not like that.’ And this was true: I am not the kind of woman who would allow two strangers, two men I just met, to touch me this way. And it was the fact I wasn’t that kind of woman that made it more of a turn-on; it was easy to forget I was married, to forget who I was, and simply give in to this sordid passion.
Needless to say, it didn’t take long for them to bring me to climax. It wasn’t a big one. If anything, it left me wanting more. Hank whispered that he knew an out-of-the-way area in the park where we could continue things in private. I knew I should have refused, but due to how handsome the guys were and how neglected my husband made me feel, I couldn’t even manage a token protest.
The hell with it! Why not?
They gave me directions, then got out of the water and headed off for the rendezvous point using a different route. I waited ten minutes, each minute feeling like an hour, before emerging from the water and putting my clothes back on. I headed straight into the woods, growing more excited with each step. After a long walk through some overgrown trails, I finally came upon a small picnic area that had seen better days. Hank and Oscar were there, waiting anxiously or so their expressions told me. Hank said this was an older part of the park that almost no one used. Given the distance travelled and that the area was heavily wooded, I was certain we’d have all the privacy needed.
I came into arm’s reach and the two men were all over me. After a moment’s hesitation, I was doing the same. Within seconds they had me completely naked. Oscar stopped stripping me long enough to grab a blanket he had brought and threw it on top of one of the tables. Hank lifted me up and sat me on the edge, then pushed me on my back. As he sat down in front of me, I couldn’t help feeling like a meal being served. He pried my legs apart, and began eating me out like he hadn’t tasted pussy in years.
I writhed on the table and Oscar leaned over and started sucking on my breasts. I’d never had two guys before; I was sorry I had never tried it. Having a tongue buried in my pussy and my breasts sucked on simultaneously made me climax faster than I had in months. Hank kept a hold of my squirming legs as he continued lapping away through the orgasm, starting me on the way to another.
Oscar stopped working on my breasts and told Hank he wanted a taste. Hank let him take over between my legs, but instead of switching over to my breasts, he repositioned me so I was lying diagonally on the table with my head over the side. I was about to protest when he dropped his shorts and allowed his cock to spring free right in front of my face. I opened my mouth, beckoning him with my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head and jammed half his cock down my throat. When it was obvious I wasn’t going to choke, he began face-fucking me in a way my husband never had. Despite the rough way my mouth was being treated, I was able to handle all of Hank’s average-sized cock.
It didn’t take long for me to have another orgasm but I couldn’t cry out with a cock buried in my throat. Unlike Hank, Oscar stopped eating me out as I came. I began to wonder if he was going to switch with Hank again when I felt my legs lifted over Oscar’s shoulders and his cock nestling itself against my pussy. Oscar jammed his entire length into me with one thrust. While he wasn’t as long as my husband, he was wider and I definitely felt stretched open by the rough way he took me. He hammered away as hard and as fast as he could. I hadn’t had an intense fucking like this in years, and even I was surprised by how quickly I loosened up so he could really slam away. I could feel his ball-sack slapping against my ass with each thrust. Hank stopped pumping and left his cock buried in my throat. I felt his rod twitch a split second before he began spewing his seed. It tasted good and I savoured the flavour of a man other than my husband on my tongue. It is a curious thing how every man’s semen can taste different, just like they say no one vagina is like another. Hank was a healthy man. He ate healthy and his semen tasted healthy, unlike Steve’s which had an alcohol and steak flavour. I couldn’t remember the taste of any men I knew before Steve, and there hadn’t been that many, three or four maybe, but I knew they were all different too.
Oscar was decent enough to pause while his friend came in my mouth. Once Hank removed himself, he picked up right where he left off. I came around his cock a second time, which sent him over the edge and he erupted in my pussy. Now I had the sperm of two men that weren’t my husband in me and, rather than feeling shame, I was aroused and wanted more.
Oscar pulled out and Hank was up and ready again. He rolled me over so I was lying on my stomach with my feet on the ground and my bottom at just the right height for him to mount me. He had no problem plunging all the way in and started to pound me as hard as Oscar had.
I had forgotten how great a hard fuck could be.
Oscar got on the table and waved his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to take it in, but he pulled back at the last second. He thrust forward again, but when I tried to suck it, he pulled away and said, ‘Damn, woman. You really want this, don’t you?’
‘My husband hardly every fucks me any more,’ I confessed.
Hank said, ‘Shit, if my wife was as hot as you, I’d be fucking her every day, every hour, every second, twenty-four seven.’ As if to prove his point, he picked up speed.
Oscar continued teasing me with his meat, leaving it just out of reach of my mouth. ‘You really are a cock-starved slut, aren’t you?’ he said.
I was ready to admit to anything if it meant wrapping my lips around that hunk of meat. ‘Yes. Now give this cock-craving slut something to suck on!’ It was a turn-on to call myself that, to be that.
He laughed and said, sincerely, ‘We’ll give you all the cock you can handle.’ He finally got close enough for me to suck him down, which I did with relish. Getting done at both ends was something else.
They lasted much longer this time around, Hank fucking me through