After my husband had encouraged me to tease and then fuck some of my co-workers, he started having me fantasize about a gangbang. I told him at the time that none of the guys new about each other's activities with me and that it might cost me my job if word spread around. We decided it would be best to conduct the activity out of town, that way it would be less likely to run into the participants later. Further, it was decided I would invite only married men, as they would be less likely to talk about it with others. Our friend Gary would be the control, in case things should get out of hand. We trusted him to not allow me to get hurt or abused. An opportunity presented itself when I was asked to conduct a training class in Flagstaff, and several engineers would be attending that I only saw about once a year. Several of us would be staying at the 'Little America' hotel.
I checked the room number on the hotel door for the third time. There it was; number 111. The guys had gotten one of the suites with a fireplace and indoor spa. I knew that once I went through the door I was committing myself to a fantasy I'd imagined so many times when masturbating, as I had writhed in orgasm, my fingers busy on my clit. My throat went suddenly dry and my palms began to sweat. Taking a deep breath I knocked firmly. The door opened and I stepped in. Julian and John sat at the hotel room table. Cards were held in long fingers and gambling chips littered the polished surface. They looked up at me and I felt my pulse race, as their eyes undressed me. My gaze held theirs for a brief moment, before I put down my overnight bag.
"I guess I owe you $20," John said to Julian, who had opened the door for me. I knew it was John. I knew each one of the men, though this was the first time I was actually meeting them together for sex. John took out his wallet and tossed it toward Julian. Julian chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling, reached in and pulled out a $20 bill. I watched as stuffed it in the front pocket of his tight jeans. The movement drew my eyes to the well-filled bulge at his crotch. Julian was the youngest, with all the confidence of a horny 26 year-old. I already knew what was under the jeans, for we had previously had sex the year before in a motel in Holbrook. I had to admit, though, that he had good reason to be proud of his big thick cock. I just hoped he knew how to use it with other men watching. I suddenly felt like running my fingers across his cropped brown hair.
"You bet him that I wouldn't come?" I asked John with a frown, slipping my shoes off and kicking them to the side.
At 32, John was my own age. He lacked Julian's cockiness, but had displayed a very erotic imagination during our phone conversation. I had the feeling he had the makings of a very skilled and imaginative lover. His cheeks reddened slightly at my rebuke, contrasting with his pale skin and fair hair.
Before he could reply, "He did, the doubting Thomas," a third voice chimed in, with a chuckle. Gary picked up the bottle of beer he'd been nursing and leaned back in his seat. "But I knew you'd come. I realized how long you have wanted this."
I smiled at him. During our conversations the last couple weeks, Gary had seemed the most understanding and sympathetic of the trio. Indeed if it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have agreed to stay in the same large suite with the men and contemplated a possible MMMF foursome. His face showed his sensitivity better than the other two who were only here to fuck me. I blushed under the searching but kindly gaze of his blue eyes, and nodded my head in thanks. What Gary said was true. I had fantasized about each man, from our previous one on one meeting. But it was the idea of meeting them as a group, which had obsessed me and my husband. Although, each one, in his own way, had made me feel wanted and appreciated during our sexual interludes, and not just for my body which so many men lusted after.
"It feels weird though, just walking in here like this; I'm not sure what to do, " I admitted and pulled off my jacket.
John was there at once, taking it from my hand and hanging it in the closet. I thanked him and then Julian rose, offering me a glass of Jack Daniels, remembering that I didn't like the taste of champagne. I thanked him, and shuffled nervously on my bare feet as I tried to settle the racing of my heart. In my nervousness I gulped the bourbon down in a few mouthfuls. Gary rose from the chair and walked over to me. I watched his movements with a fluttering in my belly. He was the oldest of the trio at 36. His wavy brown hair was curly. It hung just over the collar of his dress shirt and the tie he wore hung loose around his neck. He was just the way I remembered he looked from our last get-together. When he reached me, I felt myself sway toward him, blush further, and then whimper softly when his soft hand caressed my cheek.
"I've been wanting to do that since the announcement of your gangbang," he whispered and ran a finger along my jaw-line. I trembled at the touch. All my nerve endings seemed to quivering. I bit my lower lip as I felt John breathing through my hair, as he stood behind me. With goose pimples rising on the nape of my neck, the soft strands of hair rose and fell with his breathing, and seemed to beg for his attention. John chuckled as he lifted my hair and ran his lips across my neck, while his fingers toyed with the long blonde strands.
"I've been wanting to do that again for a long time too," he whispered, echoing words that Gary had just spoken.
I leaned back and felt his hard chest against me. My eyes fluttered closed and then opened just enough to watch Julian step in. I felt his lips on my throat, as John eased my head back, and wondered how long I could remain standing as my legs went weak. The blood was rushing to my pelvis, and I could feel my wetness start, as my pussy became engorged.
"Donna, I don't think you have to worry about what to do. Since we arranged this little get together a few weeks ago, we've all been a little nervous. But it is something we've all imagined and wanted," Gary said, and then stepped back to remove his tie and shirt.
I watched him, continuing to whimper and gasp as John and Julian slowly removed my clothing. Well that was one uncertainty resolved; they weren't going to hang about with idle chitchat, I thought. John's warm fingers skimmed down my arms and rested on my hips. I knew they were John's. I began to feel a bit self-conscious when my top was pulled over my head, and my low-cut bra displayed, rather than hid, my large breasts. That's a bit daft I thought, bearing in mind the independent sexual romps I had done with each one, but that was well over a year ago. John's fingers had managed to free my long hair from the top, and he now toyed with it as he casually made his way down my back to tackle the catch of my cream satin and lace bra. I felt one hook go, then another, followed by a third. My bra hung loose, supported only by the curve of my full breasts.
John reached round, and rubbed the material gently against my nipples, which were already tingly, rose hard and thrusting from the wide pink areola. Nice touch, I thought. John is going to be a clever lover. When he threw the bra onto the dresser, the men paused and gazed at my aroused breasts for a moment or two. I heard a low sigh of approval from both Gary and Julian. I smiled happily. The expression on the two men's faces, told me how much I was desired. Butterflies fluttered deep in my stomach. I got bolder as my confidence grew, and ran my hands down my chest, cupping one breast and squeezing it gently. As I did, I felt John's teeth nip my shoulder, and I jerked from the electric jolt that spread down my spine to settle in my pussy. "Ohh..." I whispered. My ass pressed back into John, and his hands gripped both cheeks through my skirt.
"John, you concentrate on her back while we enjoy the front view," Gary muttered rather breathlessly.
