No Regrets

Ok then.

I'm 37 years old, 5'8" tall, weigh 128 pounds with dark blonde highlighted hair that's wavy and cut above the shoulder. I do look after myself, I'm slim, have great legs and the only thing that jiggles when I jump up and down are my pert 34A-B boobs. I've been told I'm pretty, have a nice mouth, little nose and brown eyes.

A few months ago I had my awakening. Apologies if this makes you feel a little uncomfortable. I see you're raising your eyebrows and smiling so you probably want to know more? Ok, just so you know and I want to make this clear, I planned nothing and I regret nothing and what I did was dirty slutty fun and I won't be judged by anyone especially you.

I've been married since September 2000 and have a 4 year old child. I have a reasonable sex life with my husband. I work on the periphery of education, four days a week, which fits in with my lifestyle.

I'm getting to it so just be a little patient because I have to set the scene.

Tuesday night I was a girls night out. Nothing special but it's a regular get together with the women from my baby group. Every three months we get together.

It was only a dinner, nothing except for mediocre food and taking about children. Afterwards I found myself outside the taxi office in Bold Street. There was a small queue, I waited patiently for my turn and after around ten minutes a car turned up and I got in. A black VW Passat estate car. I checked my watch, 10:57pm.

Had I been drinking? I'll answer that, yes, and though I'm not a big drinker I had a cocktail, a Red Russian and probably around 4-5 glasses of wine. Red wine not white wine. I can't be sure about the amount of wine I consumed as it was topped up continually. For goodness sake it was an evening out so stop looking at me like that!

I was relaxed and a little tipsy though.

I got into the taxi, in the back and gave my address to him. As he pulled away from the curb taxi driver asked me why I was going home so early and I replied that I wished I wasn't. He paid me quite a few compliments which was nice. He said it was a slow night and if I didn't want to go home straight away he'd have offered to take me for drink at The Oak, a pub actually not that far from where I lived and it was on the route home. The Oak has a reputation, bit of a rough pub on the edge of two council estates, it wouldn't have be my first choice of places to go. I laughed at his suggestion, thought about it and then surprised myself moments later when I said yes. I cannot give a reason why I said yes, a moment of madness? Maybe I wanted to stay out? Who knows but it wasn't in my character to do something like this.

He parked the taxi outside on the road, we got out and I followed him. He held the door open for me and we went inside.

The Oak is a traditional drinking pub, a little rundown with a U-shaped bar. The place was dated, the paint was chipped and worn and the bar was split between two rooms. There were three people still drinking at the bar and it was already closing time.

The taxi driver obviously knew the Landlord, a bald fat 50 something with tattoos on his arms and 'love hate' on his knuckles. They knew each other well enough that it wasn't a problem to get a drink after closing time. The curtains had been closed and the door was locked after we arrived. They call it a 'Lock In' when they serve people outside of normal hours.

Why did I go to the pub with him? You're asking why again? I've already explained it to you. Spur of the moment, rush of blood to the head who knows, I agreed to go for a drink, read into it what you will.

The three others sitting at the bar were drinking their pints. One was tall and gaunt with a thin face and untidy greasy dark hair wearing an Adidas tracksuit. The second was much shorter, a round face and he had jeans and a black leather jacket. The third was a similar build to the Landlord, fat but had long greyish hair, he had mismatched tracksuit bottoms and a top and a grey probably fake designer fleece on top.

They were chatting away with the Landlord and every now and again looked over at me on the alcove seats that ran along the wall. The seats were covered in red fake easy wipe to clean plastic leatherette.

They were all around the same age, I'm not great with guessing ages but maybe late forties or early fifties?

The taxi driver asked what I wanted and I said a G&T. Sorry I forgot his name, I think he told me. Oh yes, I remember, it was John. I think?

I nipped to the toilet before I sat down.

The taxi driver brought over my drink, the Gin and Tonic, we chatted for a little while and I was probably on my second or third drink when he put his hand on my knee.

What was I wearing? I didn't say did I? Wondered when you would ask.

I'd taken my jacket off. I was wearing a fitted above the knee summer dress with a floral pattern, zip on the side, like a little black dress only it had a floral pattern and the green went well with my eyes, shoes and of course and underwear. No nothing fancy just a mismatched white bra and blue polka dot bikini mid rise knickers. I had bare legs.

I was a getting just a little drunk especially after the wine and now two or three strong gin and tonics. As I said, he put his hand on my knee and it was like an electric shock to my system, I felt so horny, I mean really turned on because I was doing something I shouldn't. I was being very naughty and it make my pulse race.

When I think back, he wasn't even good looking just average, short mousy hair that needed cutting, shorter than me in height and wearing a dark t-shirt and jeans. Definitely wider around the waist from sitting down all day. Not my type. Yet there I was suddenly turned on and all my bits were tingling. I could feel my nipples hardening.

We sat side by side, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushed into my mouth and his hand slid under my dress down the inside of my thigh. I responded by kissing him back, then parted my legs a little wider as an invitation to him. His fingers stroked their way up my inner thigh, pushed my knickers to one side and found that I was warm and very moist. At least two of his fingers probed deep inside me and I pushed against them until they were fully inside me.

I had my hands on the bulge in his trousers feeling his cock growing under the material of his trousers. My fingers unbuckled his belt, undid the top button on his jeans and pulled open the zip. His cock popped out and I ran my hands over his shaft, not particularly long but it was thick.

Leaning down I opened my mouth and rolled my tongue around the tip pulling the skin back exposing the head. He liked that.

I told him this wasn't something I would normally do as I took him to the back of my throat sucking deeply while he groaned quietly.

I just didn't want to waste any time, my blood was pumping my heart was racing and the excitement was driving me crazy. I stood up kicked my shoes off pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them, lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist and climbed on the bench to straddled him. As I hovered just above his cock. my legs set apart exposing my pussy to him I told him I wanted it inside me. I told him I wanted him to fill me with his cock.

His hands were on the cheeks of my bum squeezing hard, I have firm bum cheeks.

You want to know what I'm like between my legs? Shaved? No. I'm waxed and neatly trimmed thank you very much.

Taking hold of his cock with one hand and putting my other hand on his shoulder to steady myself, I guided him inside my pussy and slowly slid down the entire length of his shaft. Now that felt good.

He was looking over my shoulder smiling, I turned to look, I'd forgotten about the others by the bar, but nothing else mattered, I raised and lowered myself craving the sex and wanting to fuck him.

He fiddled with the zip on the side of my dress, undid it and pulled the dress up and over my head. The front clasp of my bra opened and he took it off, with my breasts in his face he bit and licked and squeezed my puppies.

His fingers rubbed at my clitoris and I rode him harder. I started trembling, every nerve tingling and I came, and how I came. My legs shook, my whole weight pressed down on his cock and the muscles in my vagina clamped down on his shaft. I squealed out loud. Then, he came too, with a loud groan. Warm liquid gushed into me, his cock pulsing hard inside.

Naked and straddling this man I let him empty every last ounce of his sticky liquid inside me. I was bareback on his cock, I wasn't taking any birth control or precautions and he came inside me. The thought of a strangers cock filling me with semen that could get me pregnant made the orgasm come in waves.

Catching my breath and still shaking I opened my eyes and that's when I noticed the four men standing directly behind me in a semi circle. I raised myself and felt the cock slide out of me, I got off the bench and turned to face the other four.

The said nothing, just looked me up and down as I stood legs apart stringy liquid dripping from my pussy.

The orgasm was slowly subsiding and I smiled, paused and then asked who wanted to go next.

I don't regret fucking all of them, I wanted it, I wanted them to take me and use me. They did and I was perfectly willing. One after the other, two at a time and more. I was used and it was wonderfully liberating.

Within a short space of time I carried the cum of these five men inside me. Thousands of sperm racing inside my body to be the first.

I was dropped off around 4am, my mouth tasted salty, my pussy lips swollen, my nipples sore and bitten, my thighs moist with dripping cum. I smelt of sex and my own juices and men's cum and sweat.

Lying next to my husband listening to his breathing as he slept I tried to get to sleep, I smiled to myself, touching myself between my legs feeling a steady leak of liquid seep out of me, I tingled and I thought this might just well turn into habit.