The thought had crossed my mind before, but here I sit a middle-aged housewife with two children and the perfect suburban home, with a story to tell you. Women like me do not have thoughts like this. Women like me don't dream about 5-6-7 guys going at her. Filling her pussy with their thick, rock hard cocks and blowing cum all over their pretty little tits but I did! And I decided to do more than think about it. I made a plan, and made it happen.
I had second thoughts, of course, would people find out? What would they think? I wasn't even sure what I thought of my own feelings. The thought of actually doing it really made me hot, but also made me question myself.
I began chatting online just to feel out the situation. I wanted to see what other people thought about gangbangs, and see where it led me. Well it let me to three guys.
I started talking to three different men that seemed intelligent and interested in me. I asked a lot of questions and learned a lot about them. They attached pictures of themselves.
One guy, Chris, was in his early 20's. He was tall and thin. Kind of a baby face I would say but had nice muscular arms. He said he had been with a handful of woman and loved oral. He had the most enticing blue eyes I had ever seen.
Another guy, Bill, was in his early 30's. He was married and thought he may be bi. I made sure to keep him in mind for a possible d/p. He was about 5'10 and average weight. He had blue eyes to die for and wavy thinning blonde hair. He was very excited about the possibility of gangbang because his sex life had completely fallen apart sexually and he really wanted more!
Lastly, the 3rd third man, Richard, was in his mid 40's. He had never been married and always kind of played the field. He was appeared to be a rougher man. He had a beard; which was starting to grey, and several tattoos. He was in great shape but had a rougher exterior. In his messages to me, I found out that it went beyond his exterior as well. He really liked rough sex and wanted to use me "like the slut you are" is how he put it.
I asked him about the possibility of him being one of the two guys in a double penetration, and he said, "Of course I will." I could tell that he wanted to stretch every one of my holes.
There were many others that responded to my chat room inquiry, but I chose these three men for a reason. I wanted to see the different styles and experience their different ages. Although this idea excited me to no end, and I sincerely wanted this fantasy fulfilled; nevertheless, I asked myself, "What are you doing? I told these men that I really thought this was a good idea, and how much it turned me on. But I didn't tell them that part of me questioned my own judgment, their skills and my safety. But, I was satisfied that these three were good choices, and that they understood their part in my plan.
After I finished sending the plan to them, I knew that I had gone beyond the point of no return. I had told the men that I would call and make reservations for the coming Friday, and they were to ask for my room at the front desk. I would give them my room number. This would be my fantasy party, and I wanted them to know that I was in control. Little did I know. I would not have as much control in the situation as I had thought.
I told the men to each bring a wrapped gift with a toy of some sort inside it. I didn't tell them why or give them details on my plan but I instructed them to not get off this week. I wanted all of their cum.
I picked up the receiver to dial.... But my fingers wouldn't move. I was scared shitless. I shook my head and gave myself a little pep talk. "Come on Kara stop being a child! You want this. Don't you?"
I decided that YES I did want this and picked up the receiver to call a hotel. Nervously I began to dial and stopped at the last number. "It is now or never," I told myself and pushed the last key. I waited anxiously as it rang.
"Hello, thank you for calling the La Scala hotel. This is Rachel how may I help you?"
"Hello Rachel, this is Kara. I am calling to make a reservation for this Friday. I need a king room please. Do you have anything available on the top floor with a view?"
"Let me check for you," she says. I could hear her typing on the computer, and I became more anxious. I wiggled my leg in my chair and couldn't stop tapping my fingers.
"Yes, we do," she said startling me after the long silence. We have a king-suite that overlooks the garden out back. The balcony patios are larger on that floor. They are very nice rooms, and the off-season rates are quite reasonable.
"Oh great! Please book it for me. My name is Kara Hunter."
After she finished getting my information, I hung up the phone, and let out a big sigh since the beginning was finally over.
It was truly going to happen. There was basically no going back. My mind wandered from thought to thought. What if I didn't like it? What if I changed my mind? What if I get an STD? What if people find out? What if my husband finds out? I worried about all of this, but my fears were overcome when the thought of hard cocks surrounding me entered my mind. I could visualize it, and imagine the feel of their hands moving all over my body. I wanted it so bad.
After getting off the phone with the hotel my mind fixed on the goal, I emailed all the guys to reaffirm that our plan was indeed in action. I told them we would meet at the La Scala hotel. I chose this one because it is older and classier than the new hotels by the airport or any motel. It isn't too expensive, but very nice and more "up scale."
Somehow the choice of this hotel made me feel a little better about what I was doing. As I typed to each of the guys, I began to feel really excited. I remembered past chats with them all. I remembered reading how much they wanted to fuck me, and I pictured them wanting to lay me down and fuck my pussy as they watched me suck another man off; and to hear my muffled moans.
I felt myself reaching down into my silk panties and touching the smooth mound above my pussy. I slowly slid one finger along the slit of my pussy and felt how wet and excited I was. I began to rub my clit lightly and then stopped myself. I wanted to keep myself prepared and excited.
I hoped that each of the men would follow my instruction to do the same. I wanted their balls nice and full of cum for me. I wanted it saved up so that I could enjoy all their juices showering over my body. I made sure to put in my closing emails that this would be the last time they would hear from me until Friday. I did not want to do phone, or cyber, or any kind of sex until I could actually have them in person. I wanted us all to save it for the big day!
As the Friday grew closer I found that all I could think about was the plan. I thought of both the positives and the negatives, but I didn't change my mind. In fact, my resolve grew stronger.
Friday evening finally arrived, and I hopped in the shower to prepare for my long anticipated night. My husband was out with some friends, and my kids were on a sleep over, so I didn't have to deal with questions from them--but I knew that my husband would be home by midnight. So I needed to be home before or just shortly after that.
I knew that this was only going to be a onetime thing. Or at least, that was my plan. But there was another thought that created some tension in my mind as well: What if I really enjoy it? What if I want more?
I turned the water on and made it nice and hot. I watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my lacy black bra. I reached around and unsnapped my bra and threw that to the floor. I unzipped the side of my knee length skirt and pulled it off. I slid my panties down over my hips and let them drop to the floor. They were just basic cotton panties for comfort while working. I had picked out something special from Victoria's Secret to wear for this evening.
