She had been in bed reading a romance novel, which was getting her quite horny. If the paperback required a rating in would probably be XXX. Brad had his poker night buddies in, and she could hear the din from the basement. Poker night usually ended with Brad coming to bed drunk and passing out.
She finished another hot chapter and closed the book. Being horny, and knowing she wouldn't get any that night, her hand wandered down towards her pussy. After stimulating her beckoning clit for awhile, she pulled the bed sheets aside and spread her legs. She usually slept in just a tee shirt, which she stripped off. It turned her on to feel that she was exposing herself.
She wondered how the group of men, just eight or ten feel below her naked ass, would react if they knew what she was up to. She imagined them surrounding her bed, all naked, all jerking their hardened cocks, all longing to be chosen as her sex partner. She eyeballs them, one by one, while she leisurely fingers her swollen clit. She points at Brad, and the mood of the men seem to turn gloomy over her having chosen her husband. But it suddenly becomes markedly more upbeat when she points again at Warren.
Yeah, she's in the mood for two men at a time, while the others watch and wait their turn. Tonight she would do them all, fuck and suck until she's too exhausted to go on.
By now she feels the stirrings of her first orgasm. She pulls her fingers from her lascivious cunt, although she always has multiple orgasms when she masturbates, the first one is rarely matched by the subsequent ones. With all these men in the house, she thinks there must be something more daring she can do to heighten the intensity of her first one.
She slips on her bathrobe and ventures into the hall. When she opened the bedroom door the men's voices became louder.
From the top of the stairway that led to the basement she paused. She could see the back of a couple of them, and knew none of them could see her. She slid her hand inside of her bathrobe and found her wet box. She began rolling her overdue clit under her fingers, but still it didn't feel any more daring to be jerking off there as is was in her bedroom. She decides to go back to bed and hope for the best.
When she turns around she is startled to see Warren standing there. "Oh my god" she says, "how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough" he says. And the rising bulge in his jeans proves it.
"Please don't tell Brad about what you saw," she pleads.
"I won't if you don't" he says. He reaches out and strokes her arm. "Did you get what you wanted" he asked.
She was dumbfounded, she didn't know if she should reproach his obvious come on, or encourage him to keep his secrecy.
"Don't worry" he tells her, "I'm not going to take advantage of this." "As much as I would like to" he adds.
"Thank you" she says, feeling relief. "I'm so embarrassed."
"No need to be" he says, "It's our secret."
