I am such a slut. I never would've thought this would've happened to me. Four cocks, three of them strange, all in the course of less than 12 hours. That is the one more than I have had during the rest of my life. Look at me, driving home to my husband, dried cum all over me. It's on my legs. It's on my tits, face, hair and dress. But...the soreness between my legs reminds me how good it felt.
You see I spent my life going to Catholic schools. This is not what Catholic girls do. Don't get me wrong, I certainly was not a virgin bride. My first sexual experience was with a MCP. He would get on and finish after a few strokes and then get off and leave me frustrated. He wanted me to perform fellatio, but was not interested in reciprocating. I broke up with him when I went off to college. For reasons, even after all these years, that I do not know, I agreed to see him during my spring break of my Freshman year. To make a long story short, he raped me in the back seat of his car. I was so naive that I did not even think about doing anything about it. But that night has been with me since. I think this caused many of my subsequent reservations regarding sexual experimentation.
My second lover was the following summer and it only lasted a few months. He also usually left me frustrated and tentative in the bedroom.
Then I met my husband to be. He was more experienced than me and gently and patiently helped me grow sexually. Thank God he was patient, because it took many years. In the beginning, he had no problems with very, very long periods of foreplay; just touching and massaging. Finally, I would relax and be able to put my inhibitions aside and we would proceed to have very good sex. He would go down on me, but I was not ready to reciprocate. I would pretty much only allow the missionary position. But over the years, I gradually began to loosen up. We eventually tried all sorts of positions. I finally broke down and started to suck him. I even found it enjoyable. Now when I feel him getting hard in my mouth, I get wet. Sometimes that would be all it took for me to want him to stick his cock all the ways up my cunt. I never did get very good at fellatio, but my husband was patient and seemed to be satisfied with the changes he was seeing.
It took me quite a while, but I finally became willing to even try anal sex. Initially I did not like it, but my husband was again patient, but persistent. He would use plenty of lubricant and initially small butt plugs. He would put those in and gently rub my clitoris. After a while I came to realize that I very much enjoyed the fullness back there, particularly when I had a hard cock in my pussy. We talked about having me having two real penises at the same time, but I knew I never could.
There were other things that I did agree to do, including to my surprise semi-public sex. Even early on, I was willing to have sex outside. Of course I would check to make sure there was no one really around, but the air and sun on my naked body and perhaps the chance, although small of being seen always seemed to turn me on. I guess acknowledging this, my husband started to buy me revealing clothing, particularly bikinis. They are really small. The bottoms were usually simply small triangles, about 2 inches on the side. I would wear them when we were out on our boat or when I worked in a secluded part of the yard. I would sometimes even wear them when we went ashore to the beach. In most cases there were few if any others around.
Then my husband began to buy me more revealing dresses and skirts. First they were just short dresses. My legs have always attracted attention and I did not mind showing them off a bit. Besides, I liked what it did for him and after a night out we always would have a good time. When we got home, we often talked about threesomes with some of the guys who ogled me on these nights but I knew that would never happen.
On this particular night we decided to go to a new restaurant. I put on a slinky black mini-dress. It was open in the back, plunging in the front to my navel, and barely long enough to get to my thighs. In the car I could look down and see my crotch if I spread my legs. More than once I had to remind hubby to keep his eyes on the road and off my crotch and right breast; the latter visible if I leaned just slightly forward. I do not know if it was the warm Gulf Coast summer night, the dress, or what, but I was feeling a little frisky and kept moving around just to see what sort of attention I could get.
We pulled into the restaurant parking lot. My husband came around and opened the door. I swung my legs out and paused before I stood up. It got his attention. As we walked to the restaurant, he planted his hand on my buttock and to his surprise I did the same for him. We let go of each other as he opened the door and we walked to the check in desk. Hubby gave the maître d' our name and I noted that he did seem to let his eyes linger on my dress for just a moment longer than usual. I will admit that I enjoyed the attention and leaned forward to expose a bit more of my untanned breast. I think he briefly smiled at my movement, introduced himself as Paul and asked us to follow him to our table.
The table was in the corner of the restaurant and was a quarter circle booth. Paul gestured me to my seat and as I sat I spread my legs and had no doubt that I fully exposed myself to him. Again he seemed to slightly smile and frankly I could feel a little additional warmth go between my legs. Paul gave me my menu and told us that Martin would be our waiter and would be here soon to start our dining experience. While we were waiting, I made sure that I moved around and gave hubby a glimpse of what was barely covered by my dress.
At about that time, Martin arrived at our table. I turned my upper torso towards him giving him a view of my left breast. I also shifted my legs apart and I am pretty sure there was nothing left to the imagination. We ordered our drinks and as Martin left, I turned and put my hand on hubby's crotch and told him that I thought we were going to have an interesting evening. He responded by again placing his hand on my left thigh and oh so slowly inching up my leg.
We talked a bit and soon Martin was back with our drinks and I am sure he saw hubby's hand between my legs. I leaned forward, letting my dress fall open, and giving him a good view of my firm nipples. He took our dinner order and we just relaxed in our seats, hubby's hands going so slowly up my inner thigh, just lightly brushing my crotch and then down to my knee. He always would know just how much he could do to keep me on the brink, but not go any further. I have no doubt that the restaurant staff knew what was going on. I know my face was flushed and I could feel how hard my nipples were against the light material of my dress. Every time I looked back up, I would catch Paul's eye and I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing.
As we finished our meal, I realized I needed to make a visit to the ladies room. I slipped to the end of the booth, caught Paul's eye, spread my legs, and got up walked to his station. I inquired about the locations of the restrooms and after he pointed me in the direction, I asked him if he was enjoying what he was seeing. He mumbled a quick yes as I walked down the hallway.
After I had refreshed myself, I headed back towards our table and stopped right next to Paul at the maître d' station. I looked into his eyes and placed my hand on his firm buttock. He slid his hand under my dress and kneaded my bare buttock. I asked if he would like to do a little more than just watch. He nodded and I said, "Bring us each a nice glass of port" and join us at our table.
I walked back to our table and before I sat down purposely dropped my napkin on the floor. With my best posture, I bent over to retrieve it, feeling my dress ride up. I stood up, pulled my dress back over my buttocks and sat down. I let hubby know that the drinks were on the house. In a few minutes Paul arrived back at the table with three glasses of port. He handed out the drinks and scooted into the seat next to me. He offered a toast and after tasting his drink, he put his left hand on my knee and began to gradually move it up my thigh. He gently rubbed my leg as he moved up and when he got about ½ up my thigh, I almost reflexively spread my legs giving his hand full access. In a moment or two, his hand was between my legs and his fingers were just brushing my lips and lightly touching my clit. He and hubby made small talk, but I could not concentrate on anything, but Paul's fingers as they gently flicked over my clit and cunt lips.
Hubby then put his hand on my left thigh and slowly began to work up my leg, while he and Paul continued their small talk. I reached out and started to caress Paul's crotch and I could feel him respond to my caresses. Hubby's hand finally touched Paul's hand as Paul began to slide his finger inside of me. I was so wet that there was no resistance. I opened my eyes and said to my husband, "please pay the check, the three of need to get out of here." Hubby signaled for the waiter and had his credit card out when the check arrived. As the waiter brought the check to the table, Paul slid out of our seats and I stood up with him. We headed for the door as hubby signed the check. Paul put his hand under my dress and caressed my bare buttocks as we walked out the door. I looked back and hubby was getting up from the table and was hurrying to catch up. We all arrived at the car at about the same time. I told hubby, "you drive, Paul and I are going to ride in the back."
