Where to start? I suppose the beginning of that night would be good, but that wouldn’t tell the whole story. No. I have to go back a few years to tell the entire story, but I’m sure nobody wants to read something that’s chapters long. I’ll just give a brief synopsis starting with who I am.
My name is Michele. I’m 47, I have light brown hair that reaches my shoulder blades, and I wear glasses. I’m sure you’re trying to picture me so I’ll have to admit I’m a big girl. I’m only five foot one inch tall, but I’m rather wide in the mid section. In other words I have a big gut and ass. My fatness has also endowed me with ample D cup breasts. They tend to jiggle a lot if I don’t wear a bra. And before you perverts ask; I keep the jungle trimmed unless I’m trying to impress. Then it’s gone, and it’s brown hairs down there.
I’m also married with two great kids. Therein lies the issue that made this night possible. A little about my husband quickly. He’s two years older than I, and has a pronounced belly. Other than that he’s pretty fit. He isn’t like most men I’ve gotten to know though. He’s more reserved in many ways. He’s always put family first in every way. Even when it comes to our time together. The kids are always a factor in some way. Mostly because he makes them a factor.
This night I’m about to rely to you happened a little over ten years ago. My youngest was just a toddler, and my oldest was still very needy. I had arranged a night out for just the two of us with romantic expectations for the end of the night. My frustrations were at an all time high since we hadn’t been together alone in years, and sex was just something that wasn’t. He never put an importance on intimacy, and it was straining our marriage.
Well, that night I have reservations for dinner, a movie after, and then a seedy hotel room all lined up. We went to dinner, and the conversation really lacked. I wanted to tell him how frustrated I was, but it wasn’t the appropriate time. He didn’t like the movie I picked out so we traded the tickets for an action movie he wanted to see, and then when I mentioned the hotel he thought I was insane. I demand him to pull over right as we were passing a bar, and instead of arguing with him I went inside.
He was soon to follow showing his disapproval, but I already had a strong drink in front of me that was going fast. I ignored him for as long as I could trying to not make a scene in the fairly crowded bar. It was a Saturday night at all. I had three drinks gone before he tried to stop me from getting another. Then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I laid it all out right there not caring who heard. I told him that I was tired, frustrated, neglected, and that he treated me substandard. He naturally got mad, and just as he started raising his voice a couple of rather large older men asked if he was bothering me.
As soon as I said he was they not so politely escorted him to the door. He left without incident, and the men came back buying me another drink and a couple of shots of what tasted like turpentine. That’s a taste I’ll never forget either. We talked and drank for a few hours before I admitted that he was my husband, and I told them that I should be going home. They offered me a ride which was good because I could barely stand. I was really regretting drinking so much. I was dressed for a romantic evening. Not drinking.
Alcohol, high heels, and a dress are not appropriate attire for staggering in. As soon as I stood I knew the heels had to come off. Unfortunately the dress I wore was my red one which had short sleeves, plunging neckline, and stopped mid thigh. I chose it to be sexy for my husband since it shows off my cleavage so well that I can’t wear a bra with it. I say unfortunately because it fits rather tight in my mid section pushing my breasts up, and making it so I can’t really squat while wearing it.
So to remove my heels I either have to jump back up on the stool which is rather high for me, or bend over giving whoever is watching a show. I tried to hop back up on the stool, but one of the men had to catch me from falling face first into the bar. When I steady myself I’m handed another shot which I gulp down before bending down to take off my heels. My head is spinning as soon as I bend over. I lean against the stool to keep from falling, and it takes a bit to unstrap and pull off my shoes.
One man helps me to my feet, and holds me steady as we walk to their car. For this story I’ll just call him Jack. He’s the older of the two. He’s looks like he’s in his fifties, thin, over six feet tall, balding, goatee, and muscular. The other man I’ll call John. He looks to be in his late forties, black hair, full beard, not as tall as Jack, but still way taller than me. He’s not fat either, but not thin. He too is rather strong which I find out as they help me to the door.
I’m led to black SUV with tinted windows. Jack opens the back door while John helps me in. I feel their hands grabbing my ass as they push me in, and I halfheartedly tell them to stop. I remind them I’m married even though I’m liking the attention. When I finally am in I’m laying flat on my stomach, and the passenger door opens. I see Jack hop in sitting right by my face just as the car starts and begins to back out of the lot.
“Where are we going? I never told you my address.” I laugh nervously. “Or are you taking me to the hotel I booked for tonight?”
“Where is it?” John asks.
“My house is that way.” I slur joking.
“How about that hotel?”
“We can’t go there. You’ll get the wrong idea, and that wouldn’t be good.”
“I think you should go there and let your hubby stew for the night. Teach him a lesson.”
“I should. That’ll teach him good too.”
“Which hotel?” John asks.
“The Northland. Room 210.”
The car is quickly turned around, and Jack helps me to sit up. The drinks are catching up with me, and I feel like passing out. My body shakes and wobbles from the road lulling me to sleep. I wake up when the car comes to a stop. When I look down I see my boobs are out of my dress. The men look like they haven’t noticed so I cover myself quick before the door swings open next to me.
John helps me out just as Jack comes around to help. Each one takes an arm walking me to the room, and once inside they lay me on the bed. Jack locks the door behind us turning on every light in the room.
“Too bright!” I moan.
When I look up I see Jack pulling his shirt off. I look at John who’s shirt is off, and he’s removing his pants.
“What are you guys doing? Why are you getting naked?” I ask since it’s not registering.
When they are naked they kneel on either side of me on the bed, and I lay there as they pull my dress open and down off me leaving me in my red thong that I bought special for my husband. John was quick to pull them down off me leaving me naked.
“Hey guys, I’m naked. Why am I naked? You’re naked too. Why are we all naked?”
“You talk too much.” Jack says turning my face toward him.
His dick is right in line with my mouth, and he wastes no time in pulling my mouth tight against it.
“Open up, and put your mouth to some good use.” He commands holding me so tight against his limp dick that I can’t breathe.
I struggle the best I can in my drunken state. My legs are spread wide, and I feel a tongue push right into my pussy making me moan. As soon as my mouth opens Jack’s dick is inside. John licks my neglected crotch driving me to nirvana in no time. By the time I’m done with a huge orgasm I realize I’m sucking Jack’s rock hard cock like a porn star. I gag slightly with every thrust, but it didn’t deter me. I’ve always liked pleasing my man, but my husband was never into it. This was filling a void, and his thick cock was an added bonus.
I almost wanted to cry when he pulled from my mouth, but my head was turned the other way. John had his hard stick right there for me to enjoy. He’s not as long, but he’s still got girth. Jack slips between my legs just as I start sucking John. When I feel the dick rub along my slit I try to protest, but John shoves his cock deep while holding me still. I gag and choke while Jack’s cock opens my pussy wide so ever slowly. In only a few seconds his balls are tight against my ass with my legs on his shoulders, and then John lets me catch my breath.
It isn’t easy either because Jack quickly starts fucking me with all he has meaning John’s cock gag me over and over. The pleasure builds inside of me, and I quickly have another intense orgasm. One that lasts for a few minutes, and when it’s over I feel exhausted. As I lay there with a dick in my mouth, one in my vagina, and the bed shaking under my jiggling body it hits me. A moment of sobriety.
I try to move, but they hold me tight. I shake my head trying to tell them to stop, but I’m just fucked harder. My nipples are pulled, and my breasts are squeezed hard. I hate that it feels good to me, but I can’t stop it. John uses my mouth just as hard as Jack uses my pussy, and after what seems like hours they finally stand up off me. They just stare at me with their cocks glistening and bouncing in the air.
They each grab one of my arms pulling me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and they hold me up since I’m still very intoxicated and want to just pass out.
“Suck your cunt juice of my dick bitch.” Jack commands.
His dick is right in front of me so I do what my libido tells me and I take him back into my mouth. I immediately taste myself on him, but I’m too drunk to care. I’m lost in the moment, and I stroke John while sucking Jack. It’s only a few minutes before I’m switching from one cock to the other pleasuring them both simultaneously. They squeeze and pinch my nipples and breasts while I stroke, suck, and lick their dicks. They seem to love it for a while until I’m pulled to my feet.
I struggle to stand facing Jack with his dick in my hand so I don’t notice John laying on the bed behind me until Jack turns me facing John. With a firm sharp on my ass Jack goads me to mount John which I do. John’s cock slides home quickly under my weight, and his hand pull my nipples to his mouth where he sucks and bites. We’re on the edge of the bed, and I feel Jack standing closer behind me. So close that his dick pokes against my asshole. I freeze. Unable to fully comprehend what’s happening I just wait as the thick cock forces my asshole to open wide as it penetrates me.
“Aaaaahhh!” I moan feeling so full.
Jack grabs my shoulders once he’s fully inside of my ass pulling me back, and when he does it forces both dicks deep inside of me. John pulled me up by my tits only got Jack to pull me back making me fuck them both at the same time giving me my first DP. I can’t lie. It felt wonderful. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I was so horny, and so pent up that it was exactly what I needed. I find myself a willing participant in this forced sexual situation. I didn’t ask for it, but I’m not hating it.
“That’s it you big bitch. Fuck our dicks like the slut you are!” John moans.
“This tight shitter is like heaven man.” Jack says to John as though I’m not here.
“This sloppy cunt isn’t all that bad either. I’m about to nut in it.”
“No!” I moan hearing him. “I’m not on anything.”
He grabs my hips fucking me harder and looking me in the eyes from under me.
“That’s your problem bitch.” He says pulling me down hard over and over driving his cock deep into my puss.
“FUCK!!!!” I moan as an unexpected orgasm hits me hard.
“There it is!” Jack moans.
“Fuck yeah! This cunt is milking my cock dry!” John moans.
Then I feel a warning sensation deep in my pussy. I look down at John who’s eyes are starting right at me. I can feel him pulsating between my orgasmic waves.
“Oh God! No.” I moan knowing he’s filling me with semen, but unable to stop him.
“FUCK!” I hear behind me.
Then I feel Jack slam hard and deep as his cock throbs in my sore asshole. My guts begin to feel bloated as the last waves of my orgasm course through me. They hold me still until they’re both done. By that time the last wave of my orgasm is long gone leaving me feeling bloated and full inside. Jack is the first to pull out. My asshole clamps shut a second after he’s out. Then I roll off John laying on my back beside him. They both begin to dress while I lay there feeling the semen oozing from my holes.
“I’d like to stay, but I have shit to do.” Jack says to me.
I just close my eyes feeling the room spinning and the cum leaking from me. The sound of the door sounds distant as they depart, and the next thing I know it’s almost check out time. I take a quick shower before slipping on my dress. My underwear are nowhere to beer found so I’m forced to go without as I check out. Then I get on the city bus to go home. Once there I don’t say a word to my husband. I just go up to bed, and sleep the best rest I’ve had in years.
It took a few months before I told my husband what happened. He was mad at me at first, but then realized I couldn’t stop them. Although he couldn’t understand he didn’t blame me for enjoying it. He understood my frustrations, and it opened a whole new chapter in our lives which bound us closer as a husband and wife.
I did happen across John and Jack about a year later at another bar. By that point we were in the beginning stages of our open marriage. They remembered me just as I’ll never forget them. That is a different story for another time.