My name is Diane. My story starts out like many others: I grew up in a conservative, middle class family and married a man who also grew up in a conservative, middle class family. In the beginning of our marriage life was good although we both had to work to pay bills and such. The sex was also okay if a bit vanilla.
As often happens over time, things can kind of slowed down. We both started spending more time on work and individual activities and less time on each other. The sex also slowed down. I think we started taking each other for granted. I'm sure it's my fault as much as his.
After 11 years of marriage I was starting to get antsy. I was bored. I looked around at my life and hated that there was no excitement, no "pizzazz." I wanted something more. Most of the girls in the office where I work are younger than me, and many are still single. I would listen to them talk about the things they were doing, the parties they went to, and the sex! I was envious.
We didn't have the time or money to travel. I needed some other outlet, some release. I began to cruise porn sites on the Internet and read racy stories. I felt myself getting excited and fantasizing about some of the things I read. Then I read a story that really got me to thinking.
There's a university in our town with the typical off-campus fraternity and sorority houses. Would a bunch of college boys be interested in having sex with a mid-30s woman? I'm no super model but I keep in shape and can turn heads when I really want to. I hatched a crazy plan.
It was early fall and school had just started up again. My husband was leaving on Friday for a weekend fishing trip with some of his buddies. Early Saturday evening I put on my tiniest panties, my shortest skirt, and a crop top without a bra. I headed for the frat house with the best party reputation.
As I walked up to the door my heart was beating hard and my hand was shaking. I couldn't believe I was actually going to go through with this! My knock on the door was answered by a young guy (maybe a sophomore?). He looked me up and down. I asked, "Can I come in?"
The boy (maybe I shouldn't call him a boy, he isn't that much younger than me!) said 'sure' and let me into the entry. I decided to just plunge in. The worst that could happen was that I would get laughed at and go home to my vibrator.
I said, "Does anyone here want to fuck?"
The boy's mouth actually fell open and he started to stammer. He was saved by the appearance of an older boy (maybe a senior?). I never learned the older boy's name so I'll just call him Jerry. Jerry said, "Sure! How much?"
I smiled and said, "Just for fun."
Jerry laughed and led me upstairs to a bedroom followed by the younger boy. They showed me to the room and then stood there watching me expectantly. I smiled again and dropped my purse on a chair followed by my crop top, skirt, and panties. It was a huge rush standing there naked in front of two total strangers as they looked me up and down. I grabbed a sleep mask out of my purse and asked, "Is anyone else in the house?"
Jerry replied, "Yes."
"Good," I said. Then I laid back on the bed, spread my legs, and put the mask on. I didn't want to know who was working on me.
I felt the bed move as someone (Jerry?) crawled up on the bed between my legs. I felt hands sliding up my thighs to my pussy. The hands worked on my pussy just a bit before I felt a mouth close on it. The user wasn't particularly skilled but he was enthusiastic. Just as it was starting to feel good I felt the bed shift again as he moved up my body.
I felt a mouth on my tit briefly and then a dick probing my pussy. After a few pokes he found the hole and slid his dick into me. I know I let out a moan as I felt the first strange dick enter me after many long years. He found a rhythm (fast-slow-fast) that was working but he didn't last long. I guess it was just too much for him. He came hard in my pussy and then rolled off of me.
As soon as he was off the bed I felt the bed move again as he was replaced by another. Once again, the dick probed my pussy before sliding in, easier this time because I had been opened up and filled with cum. By now I could also hear voices of others in the room. It was a huge turn on knowing that a bunch of strangers were waiting in line to fuck me and watching the whole thing.
In all, I was fucked and filled with cum eight times that night. I don't know if it was eight different guys or if some of them went more than once. I didn't see any of the dicks but none of them felt exceptionally large or small. Regardless, I knew that after not having much sex for so long I was going to be plenty sore the next day.
After everyone had finished I was handed a towel to try to catch some of the river of cum running out of my pussy. I caught most of it. My panties were flooded as soon as I put them on. Jerry was the only one left in the room. I guess they respected my wishes not to see any of them. I dressed and walked gingerly to the door.
Jerry smiled at me and asked, "See you next week?"
I smiled and said, "Sure!" I went home to clean up and recuperate before my husband got home the next day.
I had no intention of ever going back to that frat house. It was a one-time fantasy and not to be repeated. However, as the week wore on I kept thinking about that night and how excited and alive I felt. It was a hot experience and I even masturbated a couple of times to the memory of all of those mysterious dicks pumping my pussy full of cum.
