{All characters involved are at least 18 or older}
The following week had been a whirlwind of total hedonism. Shelby couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much sex. And considering the fact that she'd had some seriously slutty phases in her life, this was really saying something.
In her college years, she's had weeks during which she brought a new guy home every single night. At one point, just for fun, she'd made a game of seducing every one of her friends' boyfriends. It had taken her most of a summer to pull it off, but eventually, even the most loyal boyfriends had caved. And most of the girlfriends hadn't found out to this day.
When Shelby had first got engaged to her husband Steven, she'd made it a point to sleep with as many of his male friends as possible. She reasoned that you could tell a lot about a man by the company he kept. Hence, the only way to know for sure if marrying Steven was the right choice was to get to know her fiancée's friends as intimately as possible.
Yet none of that compared to the amount of sex she'd had this past week. Every morning she'd started her day by waking up her loving, utterly unsuspecting husband with a blowjob, which he kindly returned the favor for by eating her out. Then, throughout the day, she'd made it her mission to fuck both of her two oldest sons at least once a day. Which wasn't always easy.
There'd been quite a few risky quickies both at home and in public, narrowly avoiding being caught by either strangers or Steven and Tommy, the only two members of the family not fully in the know.
On Monday, she rode Bryce on the couch while Steven and Connor were at work and on their way home. Bryce had finished in her mere minutes before Connor walked in the door, at which point Shelby had then pounced on Connor as soon as he'd over the threshold. She'd led him to the coffee table, where he fucked her on it until she thought it was going to break. He then came straight into her womb, adding his seed to what had already been pumped inside her that day.
On Tuesday at dinner, Shelby had given Connor a foot job under the table until he came to the floor. Connor had miraculously kept his reaction mellow enough that Steven hadn't picked up on anything, but Bryce had definitely noticed, and wasn't happy that Connor had the privilege of doing something so incredibly risky.
In order to keep Bryce from complaining, Shelby had soothed his ego by taking him out to dinner at a restaurant two tones over and jerking him off under the table until he blew his load on her fancy stiletto high heels. She'd even kept his warm load there until they finished desert, and even as they were leaving the restaurant, she wondered if anyone would notice the cum still on her shoes.
The whole week was full of highlights like that. and each day, when she went to bed at night, she'd tumble into bed with her loving husband for the roughest, most frantic, yet safe sex they could possibly muster. Each time her husband came in a condom, Shelby took delight in how perverse it was that only her sons had the privilege of coming inside her womb.
Each night after Steven passed out, Shelby did one of two different things. Sometimes, she'd slip into one of her boys' rooms and ride them for all she was worth, only then slink into the other boy's room and give them the exact same treatment before finally collapsing back in her own bed. But other times, she'd go to one son's room and give him the loudest, messiest, sluttiest sex he could possibly ask for before she simply went back to bed, leaving the other one awake and guessing.
Connor may not have been as competitive about it as Bryce was, but both sons fucked significantly better when they were convinced the other was getting special treatment. For that reason, she liked to keep them both guessing about when the next time they were going to get laid was. It kept the sex feeling frantic and fresh.
She was happy like this, and while she knew this charade couldn't go on forever, she hoped she could keep it up for as long as possible. It got to the point that when Steven announced he had another long business trip coming up, she had to put in a conscious effort to hide her excitement. A whole additional week of getting fucked by her sons whenever and wherever they wanted. Shelby loved her husband, that much hadn't changed. But unfortunately, more often than not, he was mostly an obstacle between her and the men she most wanted to fuck.
She and her two eldest sons could all feel the anticipation building as they waited for Steve to leave the house to them for the week. Bryce got less and less patient, sharing smirks with her every chance he got when he knew she was also thinking about the insane fuck fest that was coming. And even Conor seems to be emboldened by the excitement. At one point, he'd even grabbed Shelby's boobs and squeezed them while Steve was in the same room with his back turned.
Then, the day finally came, and Steven left for the airport. Shelby walked him out to his car and kissed him hard on the mouth before squeezing him through his pants.
"I can't wait until you get back." She had whispered seductively.
It was a lie.
When the house was officially void of pesky husbands who would run the Risk of catching and/or stopping any incest, Shelby was ready for an even crazier fuck marathon than she had last week. She planned on using both Connor and Bryce's cocks until they both couldn't possibly go anymore. The only remaining obstacle was Tommy, her youngest. But so far, Tommy seemed remarkably oblivious. In fact, she sometimes wondered if he knew what the rest of the family was up to and simply chose to ignore it.
It occurred to Shelby that things would be a lot simpler if she just fucked Tommy as well. Still, he hadn't shown any interest in her so far. And somehow, it felt arrogant for her to assume that all of her sons would want to have sex with her. What's more, if she tried to make a move on him, and he wasn't interested, there would be no coming back from that. The prospect of destroying her relationship with him, the only son with whom she had a normal relationship, was too big of a risk. She decided it wasn't worth the risk for now.
All this family-related sex was complicated. Maybe a little too complicated. She needed something to take her mind off of it. Specifically, sex with total strangers.
To Shelby, it seemed like a fitting cure. She'd forget the stress of fucking the family she lived with, by fucking people she'd never met, and would never meet again. Consequence-free sex. It just made sense.
Of course, that would leave her boys without her for the first day without their dad in the house. They wouldn't like it, but they'd survive. Besides, Shelby liked the idea of blue balling them for a day. One day of frustration would make the sex angrier and hotter when she returned.
As Shelby dressed for her day out, she wondered how they'd handle her absence. Would they spend all day angrily jacking off to her? Would they fuck their girlfriends while imagining their mom? Or would they just brood in quiet frustration? Either way, she knew she'd be on their mind, and that was how she wanted it.
She made her way quietly down the stairs, hoping no one would see her leaving. Rather than explaining herself, ideally she was hoping to just slip away for a day without then realizing where she want. Not knowing where she was would increase the amount of frustration.
For a moment, she thought her plans might have been shot when she nearly bumped into Tommy in the living room.
"Oh hey mom, you heading out?" He asked
"Yeah, honey, I'm just gonna head to a cafe for a while to get some work done.
He frowned. "Aren't you forgetting your laptop?"
"Nah, I'll just do it on my phone." She lied quickly. Lying to her sons was getting easier every day.
"Oh, okay. Got something fun planned after?" He said, glancing briefly down at her outfit.
She was wearing a tiny green tube top, a matching green mini skirt, and the leather boots she'd become quite fond of. Not necessarily something one could call work attire. Even on casual Friday.
Shelby wanted to convince herself he was checking her out, but she knew it was far more likely he was just puzzled as to why she was wearing what was essentially club attire to a cafe.
"Yeah, actually, I'm meeting an old friend for a drink." She lied again.
"Cool! Have fun!"
"Thanks, I'm sure I will!"
Shelby had never been a picky woman, and right now, all she wanted was fast sex. She had been in this position before, and it just so happened she knew the best place to get her needs met. Since it was the middle of the afternoon, she knew without a doubt that if she went to a strip club, all of the men there would be desperate. What's more, she knew she'd be better looking than most of the dancers. Meaning she'd be able to get laid quite literally in a matter of minutes.
The moment she walked in the door she picked up on three things. One, while the strip club obviously wasn't very busy this time of day, every man in the venue openly stared at her as she walked into the bar. Two, she was right about her assumption that she'd be the hottest woman in there. While not ugly, the dancers she saw around were nothing compared to Shelby. And three, even the bartender was checking her out. He was hot, too. Shelby decided she wouldn't mind going home with him after she was done here.
She took her seat at the bar and exchanged a flirty smile with the good-looking bartender. Before she even had a chance to order anything, a tall man sitting next to her offered to buy her a drink. She happily let him buy her some fruity cocktail; then half listened to the man strike up a conversation about how odd it was to meet someone like her in a strip club at this time of day.
"I'm meeting some friends here tonight. I had some time to kill, so I wanted to scope the place out, " she told him.
As the conversation went on, with the man doing most of the talking and Shelby only barely paying attention she realized she hadn't needed to lie. She could practically smell the horniness on this man. She probably could have jumped him right here, and he wouldn't have resisted.
There was only one problem. He was boring. He had nothing interesting to say. He gave off no spark. Nothing about this man told Shelby that he'd be a good fuck. If something better didn't come along, he'd do, but Shelby knew this man talking to her now was by no means going to rock her world.
Not like her sons did, at least. As wrong as it was, even while Shelby was in a club getting hit on by a decently good-looking man, she still found herself thinking about her two oldest sons. She wondered if she'd ever be able to find a man who could make her cum as hard as they did.
As she lost herself in fantasies about Bryce and Connor, the man at the bar continued to drone on about something Shelby was now not even half paying attention to. He might have been talking about the whiskey he'd ordered but for all Shelby knew, he could have been talking about the moon landing, and she wouldn't have known. All she knew was she needed cock. Now. And this man needed to shut up and give it to her or make room for the next man.
"Hey, " she interrupted in the middle of one of his sentences. At first, he looked annoyed, but she knew that wouldn't last.
"Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I just realized I should probably tell you I was lying a minute ago when I said I was just scoped by this place out."
She leaned in close, placed her hand on his thigh and made intense eye contact. "You see, the truth is, my husband is out of town, and I just really want to cheat on him while I have the chance."
The man looked too shocked to speak.
"I've already fucked all his friends, so I figured I'd fuck a stranger. The less I know about them, the better."
The man chuckled awkwardly and started to say something, but she cut him off again.
