It had been a stressful couple of months for you and your husband booked a quiet weekend away for you to unwind.
He rented a small cottage by the sea, about 5 miles from a small town and a mile or so from a village in the other direction.
You travelled on the Friday evening arriving late after having a pub meal on the way. You didn't feel like unpacking everything so just grabbed the wash bags and got ready for bed. Sleep came quickly...
The next morning you had a leisurely breakfast before driving into town. It was bliss to be away from all the stress at home. Simple pleasures were the order of the day. A stroll round the shops and along the seafront. A light lunch in a small cafe followed by paddling in the sea. It was a hot day and the cool water was a treat for your feet.
As you walked back to the promenade you came to the cafe and dropped in for a coffee and cake before driving back to the cottage. Your husband had a table booked at the village inn for 7.30 so there was time to freshen up before taking a gentle stroll to the village.
It had been such a wonderful day and you were feeling more relaxed than you had been for a long time.
You beat your husband to the shower and had a long luxurious shower. As you felt the thick soap suds sliding over you the thoughts of bedroom fun came to your mind and you made doubly sure that everywhere was spotlessly clean and that was arousing in itself.
You came out of the shower room feeling quite frisky but you kept it to yourself as you wanted to save it for later. When hubby disappeared into the shower you picked out a matching bra & panty set and slipped them on before doing your make-up. While spraying your perfume, the one you know hubby loves, you pull the waistband of your knickers away and give your pubes a quick spray, just in case thing go as you wish later.
Hubby came from the shower to see you dressed in a button fronted dress that came just above your knees.
"Wow," he said, "you look great. It's a pity we have a table booked"
"Ha! Save it for later" you said with a smile. Later could be good, you thought.
You slipped your sandals on, picked up your small bag with your phone in it and both of you set off for the stroll to the pub. It was a warm evening and you were in plenty of time. Hubby put his arm round your waist as you walked, occasionally letting his hand slip down to stroke your bum. You were already horny and this was keeping you simmering. The idea of getting a good seeing to in a field sprang into your mind, but you pushed it to the back as you were hungry and didn't fancy turning up at the pub all messed up.
The food in the pub was superb and you enjoyed it a lot. A drink helped too. You wanted to be slightly tipsy but not drunk and you were feeling fine. During the meal hubby had slipped off one of his shoes and was rubbing his foot up and down your leg and reaching as far as he could between your thighs. This wasn't as far as you wanted now but if you slipped down the seat to make the contact you wanted it would probably attract attention so you bit your lip and imagined what it could be. The simmering became a slow boil. You were getting frustrated now.
After the meal you went into the bar where you got chatting to a mixed group and joined them at a table You got another drink and decided to make it last. Most of the others were drinking more and the conversation was lively. Hubby was occasionally stroking your thigh and when he thought he could get away without being seen was pushing his hand between your legs and pressing your dress onto your pussy.
You were close to really boiling now so you leaned towards him and said
"I'm going to the loo. Will you ring for a taxi as I don't fancy the walk back?"
"OK" he said.
When you came back to the table He had a sad look on his face.
"What's the matter?" you asked.
"There are only three taxis and none of them is available for at least an hour."
One of the women at the table overheard this and said
"One of us can give you a lift. We have designated drivers" she said, indicating a man and a woman who hadn't had any alcohol.
"Oh! That would be great, thank you," you replied, anxious to get back to the cottage.
At this point everybody decided to leave as well, so they finished their drinks and we all headed out to the car park. You were a little unsteady as you left and hubby put his arm round you to support you and in the process began stroking the side of your breast. You clamped your arm against his hand to stop him but his fingers kept moving and you were almost wishing that he would take you in the middle of the car park.
He steered you to a huge American car and opened the back door. You slid in and scooted to the middle and he followed you. The car moved off before you could look for your seat belt.
Before the car was out of the car park you felt hubby undoing the top button of your dress. You pushed his hand away. Even though you really wanted his touch, you didn't want it in front of others. He was persistent and kept going. You turned to him to tell him to stop and were shocked to find that it wasn't hubby.
You looked at the guy on your right -- not hubby. The driver -- not hubby. The front passenger -- not hubby. Thoughts flashed through your mind. Where's hubby? Where's your phone? -- in your bag but you have no idea where your bag is. You are in a strange car with four strange men, alone with no idea where you are going
Your thoughts are interrupted by the feel of fingers rolling your bare left nipple and a warm wet mouth sucking on your right one. You look down your body and see that your dress is totally unfastened and your bra is up round your neck.
You feel hands on your thighs stroking up towards your pussy. You keep your legs tight together as you realise that you may not be in control of this situation but you aren't going to make it easy for them even though they are getting you worked up.
The guy on your right pushes his finger between the top of your thighs and gently strokes your panty clad pussy. Light strokes up and down your pussy and across your clit. The sensations are amazing and although your mind doesn't really want this, your body does and you feel an orgasm building. As your orgasm hits, you groan out loud and unable to control them, your legs open. As they do, the guy on your left quickly slips his hand inside your damp panty leg and slides two fingers into your wet pussy.
With one guy gently rubbing your clit and the other pumping two fingers in and out of you another orgasm soon hits and you gasp loudly. The front seat passenger looks back and asks,
"Are you all OK back there?
" We're fine" says the right hand guy, as he pulls your panty gusset to the side so the passenger can see what is going on " Look how wet she is." As he displays your soaking finger filled pussy to the passenger. You notice that the driver has adjusted his mirror so he can see as well.
Thoughts of your long held fantasy of just being used come to your mind and you realise it is about to become a reality.
The guy on the left has his dick out. It's rock hard. He pulls your head towards it but the position is awkward. Both of them pick you up and turn you face down. Your head is in his lap, right next to his dick. Your tender nipples are pressed against the seat and your legs across the other guy. You are not sure that it's any accident that his cock is sticking up between your thighs with only the thin wet material of your panties between his cock and your pussy.
You shudder and feel quietly pleased that you can get such a reaction from these two men who are much younger than you.