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I love the moments before meeting a new partner. The anticipation, nerves, and build-up are almost impossible to describe. The thrill of his touch. The casual flirtation. In college, it was easy. I’d go to clubs with friends or frat parties. Finding someone to sleep with was like shooting fish in a barrel. I’d wear my tight tops, showing off my naturally soft 36DD breasts. I typically paired it with a tight skirt, showing off my thick ass and thighs. It was easy; making eye contact with someone would be enough to draw them in. My deep blue eyes beckoned to them. Men, women, it didn’t matter. Sometimes even in groups. My favorite experience was taking a group of black men to their fraternity party. Feeling their thick black cocks filling me.

Using me. Since my marriage, it’s been a bit more complicated. Not that my looks diminished. Maybe a bit more weight, but nothing compared to my Freshman year of college. In my first year of college, I was pushing 200 lbs. Yet, I probably fucked more that year than any other. I weigh 185 lbs, with a good bit of muscle on my frame. I’ve been described as a PAWG, a chubby slut, and even a Milf, though my husband and I have yet to have children. It was shocking at only 25, but perhaps it’s how I carry myself. My confident strides, proud posture, and direct approach to life ages me. Yet, finding partners outside my relationship is challenging. I usually fuck outside of my marriage about once or twice a month. It isn’t enough. Perhaps that is my fault. I’m very rarely satisfied. I always want more. More cock. More pussy. More cum. Tonight, though, that will all change. Tonight, my husband is going to help me.

I’ve always had a feeling my sweet husband had a bit of a cock fetish. I remember before dating him, I’d tease him. Tell him about my dates. My adventures. We met in college at the peak of my sexual exploits. I remember once even showing him a photo of me taking a facial. I let him keep the photo. He still has it hidden somewhere. Our dorm rooms were next to each other, too. And the walls were very thin. I often thought of him touching himself to the sound of me taking cock. Sometimes, I’d get extra loud, begging and screaming. However, I figured he would drop that fantasy once we started dating. I was surprised when I looked through his internet history and found tons of cuckold porn. We are going to a bar together for the first time since college. Tonight, I’m going to test and see if I can turn his fantasies into a reality.

The bedroom door opens, and my husband Tony wears jeans and a button-up shirt. His tall 6’4 frame is standing. I look into his big brown eyes. He runs his fingers through his short brown hair

“You look sexy,” Tony says, smiling, looking me over. I pose, placing my hand on my hip and twirling. As I turn, I shake my thick ass in my tight skirt. I face him again and flash him my tits, pulling them out of my top, sagging over my tight black shirt. I feel his hands pinch and rub my sensitive nipples.

“No, not for you.” I tease, sliding my top up and covering my breasts.

“You sure you don’t want just to stay home? You are looking sexy as fuck.” Tony moans softly, biting his lip.

“Come on, babe, we never do anything fun anymore. I promise I’ll make it worth your time. Besides, I heard this place has live music.” I smirk, shaking my thick ass once again.

Tony nods, biting his lips as he watches my ass shake. Little does he know, this ass is going to be bouncing on another man’s cock.

Tony and I arrive at the local bistro. We squeeze our way up to the bar and find an empty spot. I feel his hand settle comfortably on my lower back as we order our drinks. I glance at him and smile; he gives me that familiar, easy grin.

“So,” he says, nudging me with his elbow. “It’s been a while since we did this.”

“Way too long,” I reply, laughing as I sip my drink. “I almost forgot how much I missed just…going out.”

He raises his glass. “Here’s to changing that.”

We clink glasses, and I feel a little spark between us. I lean against the bar, casually scanning the crowd, soaking up the energy in the room. There’s a buzz, a feeling that anything could happen.

Tony moves a little closer, and I catch a glint of mischief in his eyes. “So, Rae, what’s the plan?” he asks.

I grin, letting the question hang in the air. “I don’t know,” I say, “let’s just see where the night takes us.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “With you, that could mean anything.”

And he’s right–it feels like one of those nights where anything is possible.

After a few drinks at the bar, I spot a group of older men sitting at a table. They’re all dressed in business casual. I bite my lip, looking at my husband.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, baby. I’ll be right back.” I say with a gentle smile. I stand, kissing him on the cheek. I walk towards the restroom, walking past the group of older men. I hike my skirt up slightly, showing off my thick ass. Looking back, I notice a couple watching me. One nudges the other, whispering Ankara escort something in his ear. I smirk at him, my hips swaying as I approach the restroom.

In the restroom, I reapply my makeup, adjusting my breasts in my top. I feel the effects of the drinks slightly. I walk back out, noticing the group of men all turn to look at me. I smile at them and give a light wave, holding my clutch–one of the men motions for me to join them. I nod, glancing over at my husband, sitting alone at the bar.

“Hello,” I smile, sitting next to the men.

“Howdy.” One of the men says.

“Who might you be?” Another says.

“My name is Rae. What about you, gentlemen?” I ask, scanning each of them.

“Christian, ” a tall, middle-aged black man says, extending his hand. I take it gently. He looks at my wedding ring as he shakes my hand.

“Are you alone tonight, Rae?” Christian asks. I shake my head.

“My hubby is at the bar.” I look back over to him, lonely, sipping on his whiskey.

“I hope we aren’t interrupting, ma’am. My name is Victor.” A middle-aged white man with brown hair and a well-trimmed beard holds his hand out. I shake it gently, noticing his wedding ring.

“Where is your wife tonight, Victor?” I ask slyly.

“At home.” He says bluntly.

“And she won’t be jealous?” I ask, smirking, taking his drink, running my tongue along his straw before wrapping my lips around it and sipping his drink, my blue eyes locked on him.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” He asks, looking curiously.

“You mean to tell me if she was here, she would be okay with all of you gentlemen undressing me? Watching me…” I giggle. “I don’t think so, baby.”

“Just a little harmless conversation, Rae. Nothing my wife needs to worry about.” The last man, a muscular middle-aged white man, blonde and clean-shaven, says with a smirk.

“For now… I’m sure given the opportunity…” I say, giggling. “Never mind, I don’t want you-” I say, sighing, teasing the straw with my finger. I lean forward, my big, soft breasts resting on the table.

“What about your husband? He won’t mind you flashing that big ass of yours to a group of married men?” The man asks.

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “I don’t think I got your name, baby,” I say, smiling.

“Robert, ” the man says, extending his hand. I take it. He brings his lips to my hand and kisses it gently. I blush.

“Robert, if I gave a fuck, do you think I would be sitting here?” I ask, biting my red lips. The group of men burst out in laughter.

After fifteen minutes of chatting with Robert, Victor, and Christin, my phone vibrates in my purse.

“One moment, boys,” I say, excusing myself and answering the phone.

“Husband?” Christian asks. I nod.

“Hey, babe! No, I’m out. I’m sitting with a few friends. Yeah, up here.” I stand, waving down at my husband–a confused look plastered on his face. I motion for him to come up, then hang up.

“I hope you don’t mind if my husband joins,” I ask.

“So long as he doesn’t keep you from us,” Robert laughs. My husband walks up.

“Hello… Rae, what’s going on?” Tony asks.

“Tony baby, this is Victor, Robert, and Christian,” I motion to each man. “They bought me a few drinks. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No… I… I guess not…” Tony says, looking nervously.

I laugh to myself, smiling, ignoring my husband.

“So, what is the plan after here?” I ask the group of men.

“After this, we’re going home,” Tony says sharply. I look up at him, my eyes locked. I shake my head.

“Baby, baby, baby… These men spent a good bit of money on my drinks… I promised we would hang out with them tonight! They’re a lot of fun.”

“Rae, we don’t-” Tony says but is quickly cut off by Robert.

“Tony, we aren’t looking for trouble. We just had a long week of work. We want to relax. Come on, have a seat.” He says, pulling a chair up to the table. Tony sits somewhat outside the circle.

“Baby, there’s nothing to worry about. They are married! They’re traveling for work! What are you worried about?” I ask, smiling at my husband.

“I… I….” He studders.

“Not a thing. It’s just some harmless fun. How about we go back to the motel after this? I want to change out of this damn suit. It’s too loud in here. I can’t think. ” Christian says.

“Yes! Let’s get an Uber! Then we can plan our night there.” My husband shakes his head in shock, but I stand, not giving him much choice.

Robert calls an Uber. As we wait, I chat with the group of gentlemen. My husband stands off to the side, out of the loop. As the Uber approaches, we are back in the back, together. I sit between Robert and Victor. My husband is packed against the window, next to Christian. I feel Robert and Victor’s hands rest on my thighs, slowly stroking my inner thigh as we chat. My eyes look lustfully at both of them.

A short time later, we arrived at their motel. Christian, Victor, and Robert made their way in. As we left the Uber, my husband walked Escort Ankara behind me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

“Rae, what the fuck are we doing here?” He asks, angrily whispering in my ear.

“Relax, baby, I know what I am doing,” I say, kissing my husband passionately before walking through the doorway.

“Would either of you like a drink?” Christian asks. Robert walks into the restroom. I nod. Christian makes me a drink. I smile, taking the glass from him. Robert returns wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. I take a seat on the motel bed.

“What do you boys want to do tonight?” I ask, looking at Robert and Christian.

“Why don’t we play a game?” Christian says.

“What kind of game?” Tony nervously asks, taking a seat on the chair facing the bed.

“Truth or dare?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am, that sounds great. I haven’t played that in ages.” Robert says. Christian returns from the bathroom. He is wearing a wife beater and the same khaki pants he was earlier.

“Can I start?” I ask.

“Of course, Rae. Truth or dare?” Victor asks, sipping on his drink.

“Truth,” I say, crossing my legs.

“Alright… Let me think here… Okay… Have you ever been with a married man?” Victor asks.

“Hey! That’s not-” Tony stands.

“Sit down, Tony, it’s just a question… And yes, in college….” I answer.

“Very interesting. Now you ask?” Victor asks, glancing at Robert and Christian, smiling.

“Okay… Robert… Truth or dare?” I ask, turning my gaze to Robert.

“Truth.” He says firmly.

“Hmmm… Have you ever had sex with someone you just met?” I ask, smirking.

“Rae, what are…” Tony protests.

“It’s a question, relax. Yes, ma’am, a few times. Through various stages. Now I ask you, truth or dare?” Robert says.

“Truth,” I say, sipping my drink.

“Have you ever had multiple men at once?” Robert smirks.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rae. We are leaving.” Tony stands, grabbing my wrist. I snap my wrist away from him.

“You can go if you want. I’m staying. Just sit down.” I say firmly.

“Yeah, sit down, boy.” Christian orders. Tony looks over at him, shocked, then at me.

“And yes, I have,” I answer Robert’s question, my legs spread slightly. Tony sits in his seat.

“How many?” He asks, walking towards me. I giggle, finishing my drink.

“Baby, that’s not how the game is played… Alright. Tony… Truth or dare?”

“Tr-Truth.” Tony chokes out.

“Okay… Have you ever fantasized about me taking another cock?” I ask, my eyes fixed on him. Tony shifts uncomfortably.

“I… Rae, I’m not… Are you kidding me?” Tony answers, furious, his face red. He glances at the men.

“Tony, baby… You don’t have to lie. I’ve seen the videos you watch…” The group of men chuckles, moving closer. “Now be honest. Do you ever fantasize about other men fucking me?” I ask, my blue eyes locked on his, spreading my legs slightly.

“I… Rae…” Tony blushes.

“Tony, baby, don’t be embarrassed,” I say, smiling softly and looking at the men.

“Rae, I-” Tony stammers.

“Answer the question. Have you ever fantasized about me fucking other men?” I ask, exposing my panties to my husband as he sits on the chair across from me.

“Answer the question, Tony.” Victor orders.

“I do… Fuck… I do…” Tony finally admits, looking at the men, then at me. I smile, biting my lip, smirking at the three men–the chuckle, closing in on me.

“Good boy… Now ask me a question…” I say softly, smiling at my sweet husband.

“Rae… Do you want these men to fuck you?” He asks, biting his lip and seeing them move towards me.

“I do…” I nod, biting my lip… Looking at the three middle-aged men.

“I believe you ask the question now, Rae,” Robert says; the men stand close to the edge of the bed. I look up at them.

“Victor… truth or dare?” I ask, smiling at him, adjusting my top, pulling my top down, showing off my bra, and hanging them over my top.

“Fuck… Truth…” He says, moaning softly.

“Am I hotter than your wife?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“So much.” He says. “Truth or dare, Rae?” He asks, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Dare…” I say, smirking.

“I dare you to show your husband what a dirty slut he married.” He says firmly. I nod, looking at my husband.

“Sorry baby, I don’t like to lose games,” I smirk, sliding onto my knees. I pull my top off and hold my tits in my bra, my eyes scanning the three men surrounding me.

“Robert, truth or dare?” I ask, smirking at him.

“Dare.” He says firmly, running his hand through my hair.

“I dare you to pull that cock out for me,” I say, licking my lips hungrily. Without hesitation, he unzips his jeans, pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs to attention.

“You like it, Rae?” He asks, grabbing the base of his cock, twirling it. I nod, looking up at him. I grab his big, thick, veiny white cock.

“Tony, look how big he is.” I look back Escort Bayan at my husband, holding Robert’s thick cock against my fave. His warm, thick, heavy dick presses against my pale skin.

“You will enjoy that,” Tony says; I giggle, seeing his cock twitch at the sight of my face against another man’s dick. I nod. I am looking up at Robert, smiling.

“I know I will… Fuck, how big are you, baby?” I ask, wrapping my small, freshly manicured hand around his thick dick. My hand is barely able to wrap around the perimeter of his dick.

“Eight and a half inches,” Robert smirks. My jaw drops slightly.

“Tony, he is twice your size!” I giggle to myself, then let out a soft moan.

“Can I play with it?” I ask innocently, my big ice-blue eyes locked on Roberts’s dark brown eyes.

“I dare you to.” Robert moans. I smirk, opening my mouth and letting my wet tongue trail up the top of his cock. My hand begins working his thick veiny cock. My tongue twirls around his growing cock.

“You like seeing your sexy ass wife take my cock, Tony?” Robert asks, smirking, his hands gripping the top of his head. Tony nods, watching me work my tongue along Robert’s cock. I smile at my husband, making eye contact with him, as I open my mouth wide and slide Robert’s big thick cock down my throat. I hold still, twirling my tongue around his cock counterclockwise. My eyes move from my husband to Robert. Looking deep into his eyes, I bob my head back and forth. I feel hands on my back, undoing my bra. My big natural tits hang free. My tongue rolls masterfully, trailing and tracing the veins of his dick.

“Fuck, your wife sucks cock like a pornstar.” Robert moans, holding the back of my head. My big tits bounce as he begins fucking my throat. Sliding in and out of my mouth, gagging me each time, his cock entirely disappears down my throat. Spit drips down my soft, pale skin to my big, bouncing, natural breasts.

“Fuck she looks so hot, Tony,” Christian says, standing behind me, holding my big tits, pinching my hard pink nipples. Robert releases me. I gasp, spit dripping down my lips to my tits, connecting his cock to my lips, my hand working his thick, spit-covered cock.

“Come on, boys. I want all three of you. Don’t let Robert have all the fun.” I smile, looking up at the other two men. Without hesitation, they nod, dropping their pants. I feel their heavy cocks press on each side of my shoulder as I return to Robert’s cock. My hands are behind my back. My eyes locked on his. My breasts pushed out, bouncing as I bob my head, rolling my tongue, toying with his cock.

“Fuck. Let me get some.” Christian moans. I pull away, looking up at him. My tongue rolls around his heavy hanging thick dark cock. I lift his cock up, trailing my tongue on the underside of his thick dick. I moan, twirling my tongue around his balls.

“Tony, sweetie, you can touch yourself if you want. I know you’re enjoying watching me please these big cocks.” I moan, turning to face my husband. My back now to him. Victor and Robert on each side of me. Christian is standing in front of me.

“Thank you, Rae.” My husband chokes out, pulling down his pants. I giggle slightly, seeing him pull his cock out, hard as a rock but still barely over half the size of Victor, who has the smallest dick between the three men.

“Tony, do you think I look better than those pornstars you were jerking off to?” I ask playfully, craning my head back to look at him. I sit on my heels, my thick pale ass poking out of my skirt. I turn back to Christian and take his long hard black cock deep down my throat. I gag, deepthroating his cock, tongue slapping and teasing him.

“Fuck, better than any I’ve ever seen.” Victor moans as I stroke him and Robert. My small hands methodically stroke the two gentlemen at my side.

“Better than your wives?” I ask playfully, pulling my lips from Christian’s cock.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robert moans.

“Absolutely.” Victor agrees, groaning, moving his hips as if he’s fucking my hand.

“Fuck, yes. Get back on this cock.” Christian moans, gripping me by the top of my head and guiding me back to his dick. I maon, feeling the spit drip down to my tits as my head bobs back and forth, working the length of his big, black, married dick.

“Fuck, Tony. You are one lucky son of a bitch. You married a real cock hungry slut.” Robert moans as he grips my breasts firmly. I hear Tony moan in agreement. I smirk, looking up, deepthroating Christian’s dick, my tongue rolling expertly around his thick shaft, teasing his balls, as I gag on his thick cock. I pull back, gasping.

“Your wives can’t take care of you like I can.” I tease, smirking, kissing each cock head. I turn to Victor. I feel his cock slap firmly at my blushing-red cheeks. I open my mouth, gripping his cock. My blue eyes are piercing his. I slap his cock to my wet tongue. I moan, swirling my tongue around his cock head; taking his dick down my throat, I begin bobbing my head back and forth.

“Fuck, let’s see that pussy.” Christian moans.

“You read my mind.” Robert laughs; I feel him move behind me. He yanks my skirt down. I shake my fat pale ass for all four men, twerking as I hold Victor’s cock down my throat.

“Look at that fucking ass. God damn.” Victor moans, holding the back of my head, fucking my throat.