I've started to settle in to the open marriage thing. I'm still a little jealous about my husband, Dave, having sex with his mistress, but I'm having sexy adventures whenever I want them, and Dave's encouraging me to have more. So I'm trying to have a few more, as the sex between us is getting better than it's ever been, and while I'm entertaining him, she isn't.
I've been trying to keep things quiet, but I did have the guy that delivers the mail at work, Philip, find my Tinder profile. That led to a couple of great blow jobs in his little office in the mail room at work, but I'm not sure that's something I'd like to repeat too often. People would notice, and that's really not going to be great for my career.
I was at my desk, barreling through work, when Philip suddenly loomed over me.
"Hi," I said, sort of distractedly, because I was still thinking about work.
"Hi," he said, smiling warmly at me. "I keep thinking about those large package deliveries."
He means me blowing him in his office.
"Uh huh," I said, I could feel myself blushing slightly.
"And I showed my room mates your pictures, and they think you look really pretty."
"What" I said, "pictures?"
"Just the ones on your Tinder profile, and the one you sent me of you in the bath."
"I'd rather you keep that one to yourself," I said.
"Don't worry," he said, "nobody here will ever see it."
"Uh huh," I said.
"Anyway," he said, "I know you said that here isn't the best place for a rerun."
I nodded.
"So I was thinking maybe you could come over and meet the guys, and maybe we could have a rerun there."
That was an intriguing idea.
"How many guys are we talking about?"
"Oh," he said, "there's only three of us in the house."
That didn't sound too bad.
"OK," I said, "send me your address and we'll set something up maybe one evening."
He gave me a big grin and went on his way.
Emily, who sits across the hallway from me, called over when Philip was gone.
"I think he likes you."
She's a really nosy bitch at times.
"No," I called back, "he just wanted to ask about a room mate situation."
There, I'm not really lying, so it should be easy to not have a problem there.
My phone beeped, so I looked down at it. It was a message from Philip, with his address, and a suggestion for after work tomorrow. I messaged him back OK, then sat and thought about it. I looked his address up, and it was the opposite direction from work than home, so going via home was stupid. I wanted to look sexy for him and the guys, so I'd need to get changed at work. I didn't want to leave work looking like a whore though, so I was going to have to think about it a little.
At the end of the day, I went home and looked through my wardrobe. Sexy, but not slutty. Sexy, but not slutty. Then I found the perfect thing - a tennis skirt. I like the way my legs look in a tennis skirt - they sometimes look too big, as I spend time at the gym, running and yoga, but in a tennis skirt, they look fine. I haven't played tennis in years, but I pulled out my outfit, sneakers and sporty underwear, and put it in a bag.
Dave and I had a quiet night in, and in the morning I called to him as I left - "have a nice day, I'll be late because I'm fucking three guys after work."
There, let him stew on that.
The day seemed to drag by, because I was looking forward to after work. Philip dropped by my desk to hand me my mail, and I told him I was looking forward to the evening. He left with a spring in his step that my coworker Emily noticed, giving me a knowing smile.
When the end of the day finally came around, I grabbed my bag and headed for the ladies' room. I stripped off my work clothes and folded them, putting them on the toilet seat, then dressed. A sporty but small thong that I bought to wear under yoga pants, little ankle socks, and a sports bra. I like the sports bra, because it hides how big your tits really are, so guys get excited when they see it, then more excited when you take it off. I like that. I covered this up with the white tennis skirt and blue and green shirt, and cute tennis shoes. I finished it off with a white baseball cap, with my hair in a ponytail hanging out the back.
Stepping out of the stall, I looked in the mirror... I looked several years younger, and hopefully Philip's room mates would approve. I went back and put my office clothes away in the bag and headed out.
Nosey Emily caught me.
"I didn't know you played tennis?"
"I don't," I said, "I'm going to a thing."
She seemed to accept that, and I headed out to the car. I followed the GPS instructions to Philip's house, and parked in his driveway. I left everything but my phone in the car, and went and knocked on the door. Philip opened it immediately, like he'd been waiting right by the door for me to get there.
"Hi!" he said brightly. "Come in."
He stepped aside, and I went in. The door closed behind me.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dimmer light in the room, as all the curtains were drawn. There were four other guys sitting there, looking at me.
"Uh, Philip, this isn't what I signed up for," I said, nervously.
"Your profile says you like cock," said one of them.
"Yes, but five is a lot of cocks. And two more than I was expecting."
"Kyle and Stan were so excited about this that they told friends, who wanted to come along. I thought we could just let Eric and Kenny watch, you said you like being watched," said Philip.
"I guess," I said, "but anything goes sideways and I'm out of here, OK?"
The guys all agreed, and two of them, Eric and Kenny, I would guess, moved to a sofa over by the window.
"I'm trusting you to watch out for me," I told Philip quietly.
He nodded.
"How would you like to play this," he said, "I've never done anything like this before."
Yeah, like I was doing gang bangs regularly. I mean, I've done multiples, but that's usually unplanned, I just end up there. Unlike this. Anyway.
"Well, let's see what I'm working with - strip off."
I turned and looked at Eric and Kenny.
"You too."
I know guys are usually self conscious about being naked in front of each other, so I stood and watched them make a big deal about stripping off. I like to have the guys naked first, as it puts me in control, so we do what I want. They also sit with their knees together, rather than taking up as much space as possible, and I find that funny.
I went over to the better looking of Eric and Kenny, and handed him my phone.
"Here, take pictures for my husband."
"Whoa," he said, "you're married?"