When I married Adam, I was 18 and he was 24. Even though I was right out of high school, I was hardly what you would consider "innocent." I'd done my share of running around in high school, but seemed to settle down when I met Adam.
Although I had been rather wild and promiscuous in my youth – even engaging in a threesome with two guys - after I got married I felt like I should be "proper." Even now, three years later and with the experiences we've shared, I still am timid about talking about sex and fantasies with my husband.
None the less, Adam gradually brought up the idea of group sex. While his dirty talking excited me and turned me on, I still was reluctant to let him know that it did. In my mind it just wasn't right to fantasize about other men when I was happily married.
When Adam started working with a guy he'd gone to school with, Brian, the discussion of group sex came up again. While on a business trip with Brian, Adam showed him some "naughty" pictures he'd taken of me. At first, I was slightly upset, but as Adam told me how much it had turned Brian on to look at me, I changed my mind about it.
It seems that Brian had been experiencing a "block" lately and looking at me was the first thing in several months that allowed him to cum from masturbating.
While having no lack of interested guys in school, I've always been rather self conscious of my body – at 5' 4" and 120 lbs., I knew had a fairly nice body, and especially a nice ass, but a rather small chest. My husband always says they're a "perfect handful – or mouthful," but hearing that another man had found pictures of me attractive enough to masturbate and get off, really made me feel surprisingly sexy.
As luck would have it, Brian and Adam were also taking some classes together at the college, and along with a few others, were taking a school trip together. There was enough room in the vehicle and an extra room at the hotel for Adam and me to stay in, so I went with.
The whole drive there, all I could think about was the fact that Brian had seen me naked, and it got me rather excited.
Well, it turned out that there weren't quite enough rooms at the hotel after all, so Brian volunteered to be the "unlucky" one to stay with the "old married couple." I knew there was a possibility of something happening, but at the same time let those old feelings come back that told me hoping for such a thing was wrong.
The first night we were there, Brian and Adam, along with the others that came with, decided to go out to a couple of bars. Being still a few months away from my 21st birthday, I had to stay behind. When I finally was bored out of my mind, thinking they were never coming back, I got into my pajamas and went to bed.
Shortly after that, Adam and Brian stumbled in, not drunk, but definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was stunned when Brian stripped down to his boxers and got into his bed, right in front of me. Brian has a tattoo across his back - and for some reason, it really turned me on.
After Adam got into bed with me he said, "You know, Brian was telling some pretty interesting sex stories when we were on that business trip. You should here some of them. Brian, why don't you tell us some?"
As Brian began one of his stories, Adam started fondling my breasts. The stories and thrill of feeling me up with another man in the room got him pretty steamed up and soon, he had moved his hand down to my pussy. Wanting better access, he took off my shorts and panties underneath the covers and continued fingering my already wet pussy. Not knowing what was going to happen next, I was trying to be rather discreet about the whole thing.
