I could hardly believe this is all happening. There I am, in the middle of the afternoon, standing on the front porch of a house in a Gulf Coast town, completely naked. My torn dress is in my left hand and my purse in the other. I am covered with cum. It's in my hair, on my tits, on my abdomen, on my legs and wet cum is now running out of my holes. I have fucked 4 men in the last 24 hours, 3 of them complete strangers. But...I lost track of the number of orgasms I had. The feeling of being completely full of cocks and having hands all over me trying to make me come is something I had never experienced. I know I want to do it again!
Right now I have to get home. I decide to put my torn dress in front of me and walk briskly to my car. Down the street a young man sees me and hollers, "you look hot, let me have some of that."
I ignore him, unlock my car door, put my dress on the seat, get in and lock the door. I start the car and drive home naked. When I arrive home, I close the garage door and go upstairs. There stands my husband. He says, "Where have you been, I was worried? What happened to your dress? You are covered in, in, what is that, cum?"
"Look, I took Michael home. He lives in a nice townhome about 2 blocks from the water. When we got there he asked if I wanted to come in for a minute. I knew right then that I wanted to have him one more time. He and I walked to his door. He unlocked it and let us into the front hall. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back and began to fondle him. He put his hands under my dress and stroked my nipples. I got his pants undone. He in turn said that the dress was in the way and ripped it down the front and let it fall to the floor. I was standing there naked. I let his pants down and he pulled off his shirt. As he did, he got behind me and pointed me to the living room. As we turned the corner and went in, I saw two naked men standing there, their rigid cocks in their hands. I stopped but Michael was right behind me and pushing his naked cock onto my buttocks. He told them my name and said I was the hot women he had texted them about. I knew there was no backing down. So for the next two hours all three of them had me. Yes, everywhere and every hole. Yes, I loved it and I lost track of how many times I came. Remember, this is what you were pushing me to do, so do not give me any grief about the fact that I am really enjoying it. I am exhausted. I am going to jump into the shower and take a nap. We will talk later."
I jumped into the shower and soaped up all over. I was still a little sore between my legs, but I did wash the cum away. I toweled off and jumped into bed. I must have been exhausted because the next thing I know I was being awakened by a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes and could see the first light of dawn filtering through the bedroom shades. I was lying in bed on my side. My husband was spooning me while he fondled my breast. I must admit I was starting to get turned on but knew that I was too sore down below to really enjoy myself. Nonetheless, I let him continue to caress my breasts and he then he slid his hand down between my legs. He gently used his wet fingers to flick lightly over my clit; something that always turns me on. I think I let out a little moan and soon could feel his cock growing and pressing against my ass. He continued to gently rub my clit and before I knew it, I was spreading my legs and taking him from behind.
Hubby has a big cock and despite the soreness it felt good. He started slowly going in and out and I pushed back into him, meeting each thrust and after a few minutes he came into my wet and sore cunt. Afterwards, it was surreal. It was like we were back to normal. Nothing more was said about the weekend or the men I had fucked. But, as the days went by I knew I wanted to see Paul again. No, I wanted to be the center of attention like I was in his house. After about 10 days, I decided I would have to go visit Paul at his restaurant.
I finally got up the nerve. I decided I would go in the middle of the week, just after the lunch rush was concluding. I thought then it would be more likely he would have time to at least talk to me and perhaps more.
It was a Tuesday. Another hot and humid Gulf Coast day. I got up and showered and shaved. Shaved all over so I was nice and smooth down there. I knew I still looked good. My tits are small, but still pert and my nipples, always sensitive, were sticking up like pencil erasers in anticipation. Stomach still firm. Ass, maybe a little sag, but still sexy.
I dabbed a little perfume in appropriate areas and stood in the closet door deciding what to wear. I picked a partially see through black top, open in the sleeves and a deep cleavage in the front. If I leaned forward my breast were visible through the side and anyone standing over me could see them in front. I paired that with a gold mini-skirt. I was covered, but just barely. I put on my heels. Damn, I think I looked good.
I walked down to the garage and got into the car. The drive to Michael's restaurant took about 15 minutes. I really did not know exactly what I was going to say to him, other than I wanted more. More of him and more of his friends.
I walked into the restaurant. It was mostly empty at this time of day. I looked for Paul. The maître de' desk was unattended, so I walked over to the bar and climbed onto one of the bar stools. I crossed my left leg over my right and my skirt rode up exposing most of my buttock. The bartender came over and spent most of his time gazing down my dress, before asking what I would like.
"I wanted to see Paul, but I would like to have a glass of white wine, a pinot grigio, if you have it."
