!!!Watersports Warning!!!
My name is Ruby, and I've always loved being surrounded by dicks. Hard and virile dicks. The temptation they exuded toward me was something I couldn't resist. I was basically addicted to the taste of cum and the feeling it evoked when my body was covered in manseed.
I enjoyed too many gangbang sessions when I was in college. Being filled by cocks in all your holes was something I can't describe. Feeling their burning and twitching rods in my pussy, ass, and throat at the same time they simultaneously explored my body with their rough hands was simply mind-blowing.
My only conditions for choosing my fuckers were don't be an asshole, don't be a pussy, and fuck me properly. I didn't care about love or boyfriend things. I simply craved cocks.
Until I met my husband, James. We first met at our workplace after college and I admired his admirable brains and great personality. Thankfully, he reciprocated my feelings. Things progressed relatively fast and a year later, we were already married.
It wasn't easy for me to leave behind all the fucking sessions for a single dick. But it was worth it. Imagine your doctor telling you that you can't eat your favorite food anymore. It sucks but you can live without it. It felt kind of like that. I loved dicks but I could give them up for my James.
Fortunately, it can be said that James was well-endowed in regard to his dick. And his sex drive wasn't inferior to mine, if not stronger. I tried different things like having a toy in my ass while James penetrated my pussy. Our sex life wasn't half bad. Of course, you can't compare it to multiple dicks but like I said, I could go without eating a certain dish.
Almost ten years into our marriage, we were blessed with a son and a daughter, our 5 and 2-year-old children respectively. We were a happy family. A big portion of James' attention was always on me and our children. He was a good husband and a good father. Then, one day when we were preparing for intense sex, he came up with a shocking question.
"Honey, I want to ask you something."
I raised a brow. "Okay."
"But don't freak out, okay? This might be a little... confusing for you."
I was a little nervous about his words but I didn't expect what he was going to say.
"Can you... well, can you tell me about your... past experiences? I mean, sexual experiences."
He randomly asked me about my sexual experiences before we met. And I was speechless, to say the least. An uncomfortable silence descended over us. James broke it eventually.
"You don't have to if you don't want to do it. I'm just curious." He coaxed.
"But, why do you want to know something like that?" I managed to ask.
"Like I said. I'm curious." He repeated.
After careful thought, I replied. "I... I need to think about it, James. I mean, it's something that can affect our relationship after all."
"Of course, you can think about it. And don't worry, love. It won't change a thing about how I feel about you. Whatever you would tell me, it won't affect our relationship. You know me. I'm a pretty open-minded person."
Well, he was right. James wouldn't mind a few out-of-the-ordinary escapades. But my escapades weren't few, and they were definitely more than out of the ordinary. How could you tell your husband that you were literally a cock-loving bitch that tasted countless dicks and drenched yourself in semen both outside and inside? I let too many men creampie me that it was a miracle that I wasn't knocked up even once. Well, I guess those pills really are effective...
The next day, I thought about whether I should tell James about my love for dicks or not. The possibilities that a positive reaction could trigger were too tempting. On the other hand. a poor reaction from him could endanger our future. But in the end, I decided my James was better than that. He wouldn't let those things come between us. So I patiently waited for the night to come.
As soon as we were on our bed, James eagerly asked. "So? Did you think about what I said?"
I chuckled. "You are way too eager about this." I pointed and he gave me an awkward smile.
"Well, I can't help it. I need to know about your past, Ruby. I want to have all of you. Past and future." He confessed. "And if you are holding back for the sake of me, of us, I wouldn't want that. Tell me and I promise nothing bad will happen to us."
His reassurance washed away the last shred of reluctance in my head. So I told him. I told him all the dicks that fucked me, all the things those dicks did to me even when he still didn't. And the more I told him, the more horny he became. We fucked all night that day. And I should say, he was rougher than before, trying to do things he heard other men done to me.
We fucked like rabbits after that night. James would fuck me day and night without caring about the location. I even had to blow him daily at our workplace during broad daylight. And I wasn't complaining. You can't have too much of your husband's attention.
Months passed like that. Eventually, James came up with another shocking thing, this time a suggestion.
"Ruby, let's make it a reality."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You said you love dicks, multiple dicks. So let's go and make new memories for you like those you told me." He eagerly suggested.
I was shocked but I kind of expected that outcome at some point. He was enjoying my stories way too much. "Honey, you must be absolutely sure about that. This a huge step. Fantasizing is one thing, but experiencing it might be different for you."
"I have been thinking about this for months, baby. And the image of you surrounded by dicks in my head is killing me. Besides, I didn't hear you saying no." He grinned.
I blushed at the realization. He was right. I didn't say no because I knew I would jump at the idea. The real problem was him. But seeing his eagerness convinced me once again. After a long discussion, I accepted his offer.
We talked about how we would do it and a week later, we walked into a bar frequented by college students. We chose an empty table to sit at after having our beers. I could feel all eyes on us, particularly on me. Who can blame them? My shiny black dress accentuated all of my womanly curves. My ass and bosom were practically screaming for attention.
Every single college boy was checking me out and it naturally boosted my confidence. They were horny young men and I was a beautiful woman. I knew all of them thinking about the things they would do to me if given the chance. But unfortunately for them, we needed to start slow. There were around ten boys in the bar but we needed only three at that time. Maybe they would have their chances in the future. Maybe...
After a few minutes of searching, James pointed to a friend group consisting of three young and manly boys. Not surprisingly, they were shooting glances in our direction. We didn't waste any time before trotting toward their table.
Upon reaching there, James asked them. "Would you mind if we join you for a while?"
The boys looked at each other for a second and then one of them answered. "Of course. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
We took our seats. Then James began with introductions. "I'm James. And this unarguably beautiful lady is my wife, Ruby."
"I'm Daniel." The tallest guy of the trio who invited us to sit introduced himself with a smile. His manly face was gifted with sharp features and his nape-long, ponytailed black hair only added to his charm. His body seemed sturdy enough, giving the obvious expression of being the result of regular workout sessions. Actually, that was a common thing among the three boys. All of them had manly and sexy bodies and that was one of the main reasons for my choice.
"Hi. I'm Lincoln." The chestnut-haired boy continued. His hair was relatively short but his features weren't any less than Daniel's in regard to manliness and handsomeness, and he was slightly shorter. He seemed to be the cheerful one. Nevertheless, I was sure he would be a good fuck.
"Henry." Finally, the last one, another black-haired boy, introduced himself. The length of his hair was somewhere between Daniel and Lincoln. His face was... uglier. No, that wouldn't be the right word. It was rougher. If the other two had baby faces, Henry's face resembled a countryside laborer's facial features. His skin seemed like he had seen a few hardships in life. The constant frown-like expression didn't help it either. But he had a different kind of attractiveness. And his aura reflected in his behavior, obviously. He seemed to be a man of few words.
