Usually, my husband and I would be out late together with a group of friends. But this night, when we were in our early-20s and just married, I was out with my friend Em. My husband had worked 16 hours the night before because of an emergency at work. He wanted to crash, so I went out with Em and her friends.
To call Em a flirt would be an understatement. She never had trouble getting men's attention, and when I was with her, my confidence went up and my wild side came out. That night, we had all kinds of attention, young men were propositioning us, old guys were sending us drinks, even some ladies were checking us out.
Eventually, some of Em's friends from college joined us. She whispered to me that she had slept with three of the guys in the group, teasing me with little sexual secrets about who ate her out the best, who had the longest cock, who made her cum the hardest and the most. I loved my husband, but I was jealous of Em's sexual freedom and history. I was sure one of those guys was going to end up sleeping with her tonight.
I flirted too, and I figured if I got horny, I would just wake up my husband when I got home.
The three guys who Em had slept with were paying us a lot of attention, and we split from the rest of the group. We went to a club with swing dancing, and we both took turns with each boy, flirting and teasing them mercilessly.
They weren't your typical Ivy League guys. Dan was muscled and serious. He did something boring in finance, but he was nice to look at and when he danced with me, he was strong enough to lift me over his shoulders and swing me around with little effort. He clearly had a big ego, but Em said he was a masculine lover, always wanting the girls at school to tell other girls how great he had been. "He once fucked me for 2 hours. I came so hard I passed out, and I woke up and he was still fucking me."
Isaac was tall and thin, obviously the smartest guy. He was very New York, more shy than Dan but clever. I felt pretty talking to him, as he stared down at me giving me all his attention. He seemed endearingly nervous. Em said she had to seduce him aggressively, but that when she did, it was great sex, in part because his cock was thin, but at least 9 inches long. I wasn't sure how much bigger than normal that was, but if Em was impressed, I knew it must have been pretty bigger than normal. "It takes two hands to give him a handjob," she said. "He filled me up unlike anybody else."
Raj was dark of some mysterious racial mix. He was funny, with a lot of opinions. Em and he had had a real relationship, and while the other boys were paying us equal attention, Raj was concentrating on Em and not paying as much attention to me. Em said Raj was a wild lover who got her to try things she had never done before.
After a couple hours of dancing, we were all pretty drunk. We needed to sit for a second and I was determined to find a clean bathroom nearby. Since we were just 10 blocks from my apartment, I decided to head there. I figured we could get a snack, use the bathroom and maybe my husband would see me with a couple guys and get jealous enough to come out with us.
Em and I stumbled into the door and he was passed out asleep. We left the boys in the hall. Em, who my husband had a huge crush on, and I jumped on the bed and tried to get him to come out with us. We both teased and flirted with him, but he wasn't having it. We were both drunk and got pretty aggressive. Em was rubbing his chest and whispering in his ear, "If you come out, we'll make it worth your while."
I got carried away and started rubbing his crotch. Then Em started plotting. Whenever she did, she got me to do something out of character that was really fun. She got some of my husband's ties, and we wrapped one around his head as a blindfold.
"Now you don't know whose hands are on you," she said. Now we were alternating rubbing on him, and he was quickly getting hard. He ran his fingers through my hair, and my curls gave me away.
"Well that's not fair," Em said, starting to bind his hands with a tie and attaching him to the bedpost. I reached under the bed and came up with a pair of handcuffs we had played around with as a gag once. Soon we had his arms locked above his head and the blindfold on securely. I pulled down his underwear and Em and I were both running our fingers up and down his shaft teasingly. Then Em told me to get headphones, and we put them over his head so all his senses were dampened, and he would only feel each of our touches. He didn't fight it, he was too turned on.
"Now, he's all ours," she said.
Em grabbed my husband's now engorged cock by the base and stroked it long and slow.
"T, you're lucky. This is nice and thick," she pointed it toward me, and licked the head, then I took the top half into my mouth while she stroked the bottom. My husband moaned behind his blindfold, and pushed up off the bed begging for more.
Em and I tied each of his legs to the corner bedposts, so he couldn't twist around and knock the blindfold off. I kept stroking his cock, sucking it gently and feeling my pussy open up in anticipation of fucking him. I didn't notice Em had stepped away until she returned with all three boys. They stood around quietly, but it wouldn't matter, we had turned the music up to 10 and my husband couldn't hear a thing.