My husband Dave and myself had been married for seven years, and were a couple for six years prior to that. We were both 19 when we first got together. After being monogamous for a year, I caught him cheating. I was fuming and stormed out back to my parents. My wise old mum sat me down and asked a few questions, "Do you love Dave?" "Of course." "Before you met, had you been with anyone else?" "No, we were both virgins." "Have you ever thought about going with other guys?" "Yes, but I'm married to Dave." She went and made mugs of tea, giving me time to deliberate what she'd been hinting at. Coming back into the room, I conceded, "Okay, I get it. He has been my one and only, and maybe I should have played the field before settling down." "Exactly, and if you're both sensible in the way you go about it, there's no reason you can't make up for lost time, you're both still young." I blushed a little at her being so forthright, but nodded my head. "Now, you get off back to Dave and talk it through. I'm sure you will work something out."
Back home, I gave him a bunch of flowers and said sorry for storming out. He put his arms around me, and we kissed more passionately than we had in ages. We went to bed, where we made love, with him topping me, something he rarely did. After the sex, I said, "Give me a day or two to get my head round things, and I'm sure we'll sort it out." He kissed me and we cuddled together. Of course, mums are always right, and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. A few days later I took him to a swanky restaurant. Relaxed over a sumptuous meal, I said, "After the chat I had with my mum, I've put things into perspective. We were both young, the only boyfriends we've had. We should both have played around years ago. Mum says it's not too late, if we're sensible." Dave's eyes lit up, "Yes, we were young and foolish. It is time we had some fun, as we should have done right from the start."
Home again, with a glass of wine, we decided that we would open our marriage up, so that it's not cheating. We would shag others, either by ourselves, or as a threesome. We started by inviting the guy I caught Dave with, on the condition that I could join in. William came round Saturday evening. He was a few years younger than us, maybe 25. He went to say sorry to me, but I told him I was fine with it now. We had a group hug, and we went to bed, not knowing who would fuck whom. After stripping, kissing and making out, I watched William mount my husband. I didn't realise what a turn on it would be. I joined in, rimming William and forming a chain, him fucking Dave with me inside him. Of course it didn't last like it does in porn movies. William bred Dave and I bred William, leaving Dave to toss himself. All good fun. We put our profiles on some hook up sites and shagged around, both together and by ourselves, always telling the other what we'd been up to, which invariably led to more sex. We even had the occasional foursome with others of the same persuasion. After a few months we'd seen one another in a host of different situations. As we were both versatile, every time seemed to be a new experience. Some guys we saw on a regular basis, others were one offs. The amazing thing was that our personal sex life improved dramatically, back to how it was when we first met. We decided to push it further. When I say we are versatile, I'm a versatile top, and Dave would rather bottom. I had kept the phone numbers of some of the better shags, and contacted them, asking if they would like to come round Sunday afternoon and give Dave a seeing to. Some already had commitments, but half a dozen could make it. I told them the front door would be open, and that Dave would be in the bedroom. We spent Sunday morning making the place tidy, Dave douched and there was plenty of lube about. From 2.30, cars pulled up outside and men began to arrive, we were both naked with erections in anticipation. There was a note on the front door asking them to strip in the hallway. The afternoon was spent with me watching my husband being fucked by six men, some twice. Each one he had to lick clean. I had the pleasure of licking the cum dribbling out of his ass. After they had all left, it was my turn to fuck a sloppy man cunt. It was a success that we repeated about once a month. The reputation built up, and after six months, ten or even twelve guys would descend on us. Dave was insatiable in the number of loads he could take. The bedroom would stink of the combination of poppers and cum.
Dave's birthday was coming up, so I thought I would give him the present to end all presents. I contacted all the guys who had serviced him over the months, telling them to keep the date free, and I booked a hotel room at a place known for sordid goings on. We got there early, we stripped and I blindfolded Dave, and waited. Soon men began to arrive. Many knew each other, snogging and stroking one another's dicks. I lost count, but well over twenty during the course of the afternoon and evening. Sometimes there were a just a few in the room, other times as many as eight or nine gathered around the bed. Each one gave Dave a birthday kiss, then proceeded to eat his ass and shag him, passing him around, each one eventually breeding him. Some did him doggy, others had him on his back, a few did him sideways. He came several times during the session. I got to lick the shafts clean. Dave hole ran with cum. I was the last to fuck him, and we slept in cum soaked sheets. Next morning I had him again before we went home. It was a week before we had sex again.
