Understanding Men
written by:
teddibear

Understanding Men

Sometimes I just don't understand men. They want their women to be beautiful so they can show us off. They want us to be witty, charming, a good cook ... no, make that a great cook ... and they want us to be a tiger in bed. Some men get jealous when another man looks at their wife. Other men get turned on when another man finds their wife attractive. Some even want their wife to flirt or even to consider sleeping with another man.

Take Andrew, my husband, for instance. For several years now he's been asking me to think about swapping. At first I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but when he explained it, I was shocked. I thought he was kidding. Then I thought he didn't love me anymore. What could he possibly be thinking about to be willing to, or even want to share me with another man? It made me mad, and then it hurt, especially when he kept bringing it up, talking about different couples who would be willing to swap or play games at sex parties.

I didn't want to tell any of my friends about Andy's unusual preoccupation. But after a couple of years of him fantasizing about seeing other men in bed with me, and after watching a number of porno film with Andy I began to wonder what it would be like. Not that I would seriously consider it, but I did begin thinking, speculating. So, when Andy suggested that wear some sexier clothes, I agreed.

I must admit that it felt good when I realized I could still have an effect on men. One time when Andy and I were grocery shopping, he noticed a man watching me. I was wearing a short skirt and a blouse with some cleavage, an outfit that Andy particularly liked. We finished on one aisle and started down another before Andy informed me. I hadn't noticed the man before. When I became aware of him, I showed him some cleavage when he got close and wiggled when I walked past him. It tickled me when he altered his route and began following me. I'm sure he got at least one up-skirt view when I retrieved an item from a lower shelf on one of the aisles. Later, at check-out, he stood in line behind us. Andy struck up a conversation with him. I thought Andy was going to invite him home. After checking out, Andy delayed putting the groceries in the trunk while I stood beside him, handing him some of the bags. Andy winked at me as my admirer rolled his cart nearby. I turned and flashed him a smile. When we got home, we barely got the groceries put away before we ended up in bed. It was really great sex. I noted that Andy's batteries were overcharged just from watching the stranger watch me. That was curious to me.

There were other titillating incidents, leading up to last week. Andy came home and announced he had an out of town assignment that would take up to a week to complete. He had permission to take me along. It seemed like a great idea - a change of pace for us. I called his mother and arranged for the kids to spend the week with her. I set about packing and getting everything ready for the trip.

We flew out Sunday afternoon, so Andy would be on the job first thing Monday morning. I planned to do a little sight-seeing and some shopping on Monday while Andy worked. Andy's company had arranged for a rental car and made reservations at a really nice hotel with a great view. I was impressed. This must really be an important assignment.

Evening approached after we settled in the room. Andy suggested that we go out for dinner, which sounded great to me. I jumped in the shower to freshen up. Andy joined me before I finished and we played as we occasionally do at home. This was more fun because we were away from home, in a luxurious hotel, and we could do anything we wanted. So, we made love, tenderly, then passionately. I felt fulfilled, satisfied by the time we went out to dinner.

I paid close attention to my dear husband throughout dinner. He was animated when he discussed his project. I could tell he was excited. As he discussed his plans during dinner, gradually I noticed him regularly glancing toward another table. I was curious, but suppressed my natural inquisitiveness, choosing instead to let him talk, remaining focused on him. Finally, Andy said, "Do you see those guys over there?" He nodded in the direction he'd been glancing. I followed his indication and saw three nicely dressed men looking in our direction. As soon as I looked at them, they averted their gazes, pretending not to be paying attention to us.

"I see them," I responded softly. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all," Andy replied. "They've just been watching you. Each of them has left their table one at a time to get a better look at you."

I arched my eyebrows at my smiling husband. "Are you sure? They could simply be going to the men's room. Guys don't normally go together to the facilities."

"They probably did, but each of them took an out of the way route so they could look you over. A more direct route to the men's room would have been toward that corridor over there," Andy nodded in a different direction.

"I see." I smiled at my husband. His eyes sparkled and I could tell his interest was aroused. If I had been sitting next to him instead of across the table from him, I could have reached down and stroked his erection. I knew he had one. "And what would you like me to do?"

Andy grinned mischievously. "Tease them," he stated firmly. "I'd like to see how interested they get in you."

I rolled my eyes at Andy, but twinkled with a smile. "Honestly, you can be so, um, ... unusual. I can tease them, but what do you want them to do?"

Andy looked at me intently, his smile frozen. "I don't know," he admitted simply. "I really don't know." He hesitated, "But I'd like to see how they would approach you." I leaned forward, teasing him. "They won't approach me at all. You're here. They can see we're married. They won't do anything because you're my husband."

"Hrrrump," Andy muttered. I barely heard him say, "You might be surprised."

I looked around, and their eyes diverted again. A strange sensation of satisfaction and control swept over me as I recognized their interest. It flattered me that I could still attract their attention. It obviously excited Andy. "Point me toward the ladies room," I said to Andy. He looked over toward the corridor that he had indicated earlier. "Over there," he said. A small grin spread across his face.

"I'll be back shortly," I said, scooting my chair back. Andy quickly arose and helped me out of my chair. I noticed him peek over my shoulder at the other table. I squeezed his arm and turned toward the table. It was not in my direct path to the corridor. Three pairs of eyes swept over my body and I felt a sensual shiver of excitement. I started out heading directly toward the table, swaying gently as I walked. My short skirt swished back and forth with each step. I changed direction toward the corridor just a table before reaching them, giving them a smile ... I hoped an enticing smile. I felt their eyes on my wiggle all the way to the corridor.

I almost laugh out loud as I entered the ladies room. An interesting sensation tingled through my body as I contemplated the influence I had just exerted over three strangers by simply walking toward them and smiling. Men are so predictable ... so easy. I finished my business there and made sure I was fresh, touching up my lipstick. I tossed my head, brandishing my hair around my shoulders. Satisfied, I left the powder room.

As I started down the corridor, I was startled to see one of the men from the table trying to look nonchalant as he approached. Momentarily flustered by this unexpected encounter, I hesitated, then restarted on my journey back to my husband. My admirer was tall, perhaps a head taller than me and several inches taller than Andy's six feet, two inches. "You are very beautiful," he said softly as the gap between us closed. That comment was unexpected, and I didn't know exactly what to say. I just smiled, and said, "Thank you," rather lamely, I'm afraid. The smile was probably lame as well. I continued walking, remembering to sway teasingly. He reached out and touched my arm to halt my progress. It took an effort, but I did not react to his invasion of my space. I stopped and looked up at him. His eyes were intense, piercing, and they unnerved me a bit.

"My friends and I are quite taken with you," he said simply. "We've been admiring you all evening."

I smiled, regaining my composure. "Why, thank you. That's quite a compliment, but I'm here with my husband."

He didn't remove his hand from my arm, but he did nod slightly in acknowledgement. "I see," he said. "We should have surmised that." He glanced down my body. "You are quite sexy. Your husband is a very lucky man."

"I know," I smiled, cocking my head. I licked my lips, and started back for the table. I could almost feel his eyes burning into my ass. I attempted to accentuate the wiggle with each step. When I emerged from the corridor, I took the more direct path to our table. I managed to keep the other two in my peripheral vision, making sure they were watching me. Of course they were. Andy arose again to seat me.

"Well?" Andy asked as soon as he sat down.

I smiled, teasing him. "Well, what?" I responded.

"What happened?"

"I went to the ladies room," I said, picking up my fork.

"I know that," Andy expressed his exasperation. "I saw the tall guy get up and follow you. What did he do?"

"He told me I was beautiful," I looked into my husband's eyes, "no, very beautiful," I concluded.

Andy grinned broadly. "You are," he assured me, "and you're very sexy." We lingered over desert, then Andy settled the check and we started for the door. I had almost forgotten the other table, but as we started away from our table, I noticed my three admirers were also leaving. I had already started thinking of them as ‘my' admirers. It was an interesting, pleasing thought.

Andy drove us back to the hotel. Always the gentleman, he let me out at the front door and went to park the car. He told me to meet him in the hotel's bar area. It turned out there were several, one that was quiet with low lighting, another that was noisy with music playing loudly. There were others, but I didn't investigate them. I just waited in the lobby for Andy to show up. I felt really good. Andy had made tender love to me in the afternoon and my body still purred. We had enjoyed a nice meal and he was very attentive to me. Then there were my admirers. It was fun to tantalize those guys. I was just thinking about them when I noticed them across the lobby. I was sure it was them. I easily recognized the tall one and the other two were recognizable as well. They disappeared into the lounge, the noisy one with the music.

Just then Andy appeared, walking in from the parking garage. I stood and walked over to meet him. He saw me right away, but looked around the lobby as if he were looking for me, or for someone. Naturally, I assumed it was me. He smiled at me and took my hand, walking me over to the lounge, the loud one with the music. I would have preferred the quieter one so we could talk, but didn't object. I wanted whatever would make him happy. Then I thought about my admirers who had just gone into that place. "Let's go to the other one, Andy," I suggested.

"Naw, this one's okay. We can dance." I was not surprised. Andy doesn't drink very much at all. He likes to stay in control. I also seldom drink. I just don't have the opportunity, spending most of my time raising the kids and meeting up with the other girls and their kids. So drinking was not a big part of our lives. We both liked to dance, though.

Andy steered me to a table not far from the dance floor, then seated me. I crossed my legs and allowed the skirt to ride up to mid-thigh. As my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I saw my three admirers across the room. They were all three staring at me. Impulsively I re-crossed my legs, watching them as I did so. If they were paying attention they had an instant of up-skirt view. I'm not sure they could have caught the white of my panties, but they should have seen an awful lot of leg. Immediately, I wondered exactly why I did that.

Andy ordered a Tequila Sunrise for me, one that I really like. He ordered a straight coke for himself, telling me he wanted to have a clear head for tomorrow. After our drinks arrived, he led me out to the dance floor. We moved, gyrated, and twisted to the music. I shook my body, putting on a show for my admirers. Andy moved in perfect step and time to the music. I loved his grace, and how he moved me when we danced. He twirled me around. I'm sure my skirt flashed high enough to show off my legs, maybe more.

When the music finally ended, we went back to our table. I polished off most of my drink. I was thirsty. Andy ordered me another. I protested that I didn't want too much, but it came anyway. We sat out the next two songs. I wanted to talk, but the music interfered. I wanted to tell Andy that my admirers were here. He seemed not to notice them at all, and I was watching for his reaction when he discovered their presence. I had a better view of them than he did, and I could see them laughing, talking, and watching us, well, me, I thought.

Another song started and one of my trio of admirers got up and approached our table. His eyes were on me during his entire journey, until he reached the table. He turned to Andy and said, "Hello, I'm Randy Lewis." He offered his hand to Andy.

"Andy Berryman," my husband replied, shaking the stranger's hand. He gave them my maiden name instead of his own. I found that curious. "This is my wife, Mercedes," he added.

Randy Lewis offered me his hand. I took it. "Very pleased to meet you," he said. Turning back to Andy, he continued smoothly, "I wonder if you'd allow your wife to dance with me. I'm in from out of town, and I really am enjoying the music."

"If she'd like to, it's alright with me," Andy shrugged. I looked at him quizzically, then nodded at the stranger. He led me to the dance floor. He was a good dancer. Not as good as Andy, but then Andy and I had moved together for nearly ten years now, including the two years we dated before getting married. I shook. I bobbed. I dipped. And when he twirled me, I spun. I was having fun. When the song ended, Randy took me back and thanked both me and Andy for the dance.

I settled back in my chair and finished my first drink, trying to catch my breath. A few minutes later, another song started, and my tall admirer came over to request a dance. I didn't catch his name exactly - Shawn something, but he talked to Andy and got his permission just like Randy. This song was not as rowdy. It was still pretty fast, so we danced apart mostly, twisting and twirling, shaking and swaying. He was pretty graceful for someone so tall. He tried to talk to me, but I couldn't make out much that he said between all the motion and the music. I did manage to ask him how tall he was and learned that he is six foot six inches, a little over a foot taller than I am. When he returned me to our table, he thanked us and left. As he did, another round of drinks arrived. I told Andy that I didn't need any more, that I still hadn't finished my second drink. He protested that he didn't order the drinks. It turned out that my admirers had sent that round. Andy verified that his was still straight coke, and he was satisfied.

When the third of the trio approached, introduced himself as Juan Torres, and asked if he could dance with me, the pattern was set. He led me out to the dance floor, and we swayed to the music, but oh, my, he was a dancer. My Andy was good, but this Juan guy was in a class by himself. Light on his feet, he guided me with an expertise I could not have expected. His touch was feathery light, and very sensual. When the song ended, it transitioned into a slow song. Juan smoothly guided me into his arms and we glided about the dance floor. It was as if I was floating on a cloud. Our bodies moved together as if they were one. I felt overwhelmed, dominated, but in no way threatened. It was an extremely erotic sensation without being sexually charged at all. I can't quite explain it, but it was delightfully pleasing. When the song ended, I remained clinging to him as the music faded to the background. I felt a hint of pressure from his pelvis against my abdomen. I realized absently that he was aroused. Well, I was too, but not necessarily that way. As I came back to the reality of the present, I realized that Andy had relocated our table to a booth and had invited my admirers to join us. I didn't think this was such a good idea, but didn't protest. Instead I sipped some more of my second drink, and soon started on my third. I mentally resolved not to have any more, but another one arrived. There were more dances, laughter, conversation, and a trip to the ladies room for me. There I confirmed what I already knew. My panties were soaked from all this attention. I freshened myself and returned to my quartet of men. They were laughing and talking like they were old friends.

There were more dances. It grew later, and the songs slowed down. I danced slow dances with each of them, and in every case we melted our bodies together. I recognized and came to expect their erections to be pushing against my body. I hadn't felt so many hard cocks since my high school days when I didn't know what that was all about. Now I knew, and it was a sensuous, sexy feeling. I enjoyed arousing them and felt pretty aroused myself.

The lights were very low and the dance floor had darkened areas by now. I think it was Randy who first felt me up, playing with my breasts. I wasn't thinking too much about it at first, just getting caught up in the heat of the evening. I cleared my head and moved his hand. But when the dance ended, I didn't say anything or make any move to avoid him. Soon I was sandwiched between Randy and Shawn and the laughter was flowing again. Soon I realized that I had a male hand on a breast, and another hand from a different male leaving my knee and moving up my leg. I turned to protest and found lips pressing against mine and a tongue probing my mouth. It all felt so good, but I broke off the kiss and tried to discretely move the hand from my breast.

I looked across the table and found Andy staring at me with a sheepish grin on his face as I realized I still had a loose hand travelling up my leg, very close to its target. Was Andy aware that these two were pawing his wife? I hesitated, pondering his silly grin, when the hand up my skirt reached my soaked panties and the other hand returned to my breast. It was time to get out of there, but I felt trapped. I parted my legs slightly and the hand gently rubbed my pussy. I gasped and looked from my grinning husband to Juan sitting next to him. Juan's eyes were riveted on me with an intensity that I felt across the table, or maybe it was the hands on my pussy and breasts that I felt. "Juan," I gasped. "Let's dance." I wiggled to get out.

Randy heaved a sigh of disappointment, but moved away, withdrawing his hand from beneath my skirt as he let me out. I took Juan's hand and let him lead me to the dance floor, snuggling up to him there as I tried to clear my head and figure out how to get out of those guys' clutches, then trying to decide if I really wanted to. I wondered about Andy's reaction. Was he even aware that his wife's breasts were being manipulated, or that her valley had been explored, however briefly? Now she was nestled in Juan's arms enjoying the pressure of his phallus.

I pressed tightly against Juan's body and looked over at my husband, who seemed to be talking intently with the other two. Juan kissed and nuzzled my ear as I tried to watch Andy. I love it when my ear gets attention like that. Soon Juan teased my neck with his tongue, then my ear, sending chills up my spine, around to my sensitive nipples, then straight down between my legs. My hips tingled and I thought I was going to orgasm right there on the dance floor in front of my husband and with a stranger or two or three. Mercifully, the song ended.

Back at the table, I didn't sit down. "This has been fun, guys, but I'm tired." I turned to Andy and said, "Tell your friends goodbye and let's go to our room."

One of them, Shawn, I think, said, "We could go with you."

"I think not," I replied.

Andy shrugged his shoulders, said his goodbyes, and led me to the elevator. I didn't say a thing until we got in the room. Once inside, I kicked off my high heels, and discarded my clothes as fast as I could. "Did you know those guys were making passes at me?" I panted as I tugged at his belt and pants.

"What did they do?" he asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing much. Shawn was just feeling me up. So was Randy. He was trying to get into my panties. And Juan was grinding his cock into me on the dance floor. That's all. I'm hot, so hot now. You'd better be ready to fuck me." I didn't need to be made love to. I just needed to be fucked. Andy was ready.

I sucked his cock, playing with his balls to make sure he was ready. He unhooked my bra and I sent it flying across the room. I straightened up, grabbed him by his cock and led him over to the bed. I pushed him down on the bed and tossed my panties aside. I gobbled his cock, deep-throating him while I climbed up on his body. I straddled him and sank down on his cock, and then began bouncing up and down on him like a woman gone crazy for cock. I just had to have him planted deep inside me. I cried out my little "oh-oh-oh's" before going wild when he finally thrust upwards and crushed my pleasure button. I bounced around all over him with his probe deeply embedded in me. Before my orgasm completely subsided, he launched his seed deep in my womb. I love it when he bucks like that while I'm on top. It's like riding a wild stallion while he's piercing you with a pleasure stick. When he finished spurting, I collapsed atop him and we both lay there panting. "Thanks, I needed that," I finally told him.

Andy just grinned. We cuddled and I soon drifted off to sleep.

--

Andy let me sleep late in the morning. He was up, showered, dressed, and off to work before I even got out of bed. I woke up while he was still there, but didn't get out of bed until he was gone. Then I took a quick shower and went downstairs to the exercise room and worked out for about an hour. Back in the room, I took another, long, leisurely shower and dressed. Satisfied with how I was decorated, I left the room to go shopping.

I took a taxi to the nearby mall and started wandering from store to store, keeping track of the allowance Andy provided for my shopping. All-in-all he was pretty generous with me on this trip. My shopping allowance was bigger than I expected. I was mostly window shopping, and hadn't bought anything when Andy called me on my cell phone.

"Hello, babe, whatcha doin'?" Andy asked.

"I'm just shopping at the mall. I really haven't brought anything yet. Just looking."

"That's okay, Mercedes. You can buy whatever you want. I want you to have a good time on this trip. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, not yet. It's still early. Will you be free for lunch?"

Andy paused. "I'm afraid not. I'll have a working lunch with several associates. Are you planning to eat there at the mall?"

I thought it was tender that Andy was concerned about me. He usually didn't worry about my lunch plans, but then I was usually at home. Here I was in a different city at a mall. "I suppose I can eat here at the mall. They have a food court, and I've seen several restaurants."

Andy named a popular one and asked me if I had seen one in the mall.

"I think so, yes."

"That's a good one. You'll enjoy it there. Why don't you have lunch there?"

"That sounds good to me," I said. "I'm not very hungry right now. I'll probably wait until a little after noon, maybe let the crowds finish first. Then I'll eat."

Andy agreed that it was a good idea, then he signed off, first telling me he loved me. That's important. I like it when he says that, especially when he's calling from work and others could hear him.

I returned to my shopping excursion, wandering from store to store. I found some things for the kids and bought them so they would have something from this trip. I saw a great outfit that I just knew Andy would like. I made some notes about it and told them I might be back for it. I found a great figurine for my mother-in-law, who's taking care of the kids for us. I got that for her. When I next checked my watch, I discovered it was already half-past noon. By now I was a little hungry. I gathered my shopping treasures and headed out toward where I thought the restaurant was ... the one Andy suggested. It took me several minutes, but at last I spotted it. I went inside and discovered the wait would be about 10 minutes. I gave them my name and told them I was alone.

Looking around for a place in their lobby to settle and wait, I caught someone motioning to me and heard my name. I looked inside the restaurant and saw Juan, one of my admirers from last night. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Mercedes," he called out to me. "We have a table. Would you like to join us?" I looked beyond him and saw Randy sitting at a table. I didn't see Shawn.

"Thanks, but I'll be alright," I told Juan.

"There's a wait, and you could be seated right away. Come on in. We'll buy your lunch." Juan was pleasant, soft-spoken, and insistent. The memory of Raymond's hand up my skirt last night made me very cautious, even as my body responded. Juan had been a gentlemen, but even he had rubbed his manhood against me while we were dancing. How did they know I would be here? The thought flashed through my mind that this was more than a coincidence. This city was too large for just a chance meeting. Besides, I remembered overhearing conversations last night indicating that at least Randy and Juan were in from out of town. I had gotten the impression that Shawn was local. The only way they could have known I was here was if Andy told them. That realization shook me. In my confusion at that moment of epiphany I agreed to join them, gathered my stuff, and headed for their table.

Randy stood as I approached and held a chair for me. Juan took my treasures and placed them on a vacant chair. My stomach was churning while I tried to figure out exactly what was happening here. Both Randy and Juan thanked me for joining them.

"Where's Shawn?" I asked.

"Oh, he's at work," Randy informed me. "Here's a menu we got for you."

"How did you know I was coming here?" I asked, taking the menu.

"Oh, we didn't," Randy replied quickly. "We just saw you when you came in."

"Then how did you know to get a menu for me?"

Juan and Randy looked at each other. They seemed to be stumped. I suspected they were caught in a deception. How did I know that? I'm not sure, just call it intuition. Juan tried to redirect the conversation to the menu, asking me what I liked. I let them off the hook, remaining wary. I wanted to see what their next move would be. The longer I sat there listening to them, the more convinced I became that they had heard from Andy. What kind of game was he playing here? My thinking was even more complicated by the fact that Randy had explored up my legs all the way to my pussy, and that Juan had pressed his cock against me while we danced, and apparently Andy was aware of all this.

When our lunch arrived, I casually asked, "How long have you known Andy?"

"We went to college together," Randy replied automatically. I'm sure that slipped out before he thought about what he was saying.

Juan was silent, but his eyes widened as he looked at me. I wasn't sure if I was on to something here, but I pressed the issue with him, "And you, Juan?"

He gulped and said, "Yeah, college." Clearly, he didn't want to admit that, but felt obligated to when Randy disclosed the relationship. I took a bite of my food. "What about Shawn, did he go to college with you guys?"

"Uh, yeah," Randy admitted, realizing he'd disclosed something he shouldn't have. "He played basketball at college."

"And he lives here now," I suggested for confirmation.

"Yes," Juan confirmed.

"We're staying at his place," Randy added.

"I see," I said, even though I wasn't sure that I did. I took another bite. "So, Andy invited you to town for this little reunion, did he?" They looked at each other like they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Where's Shawn?"

"He's at work," Juan told me.

I processed that information while taking another bite of my salad. "So, when Andy told you to meet me here, what did he have in mind for us to do?"

Randy's eyes widened. Juan leaned back in his chair. They both stared at me as if they were trying to think of something to say that wouldn't get themselves, or Andy, in trouble. I spoke up, "Let me guess. You four were best friends in college and shared everything."

"P-pretty much," Randy confirmed.

I sat down my fork and looked from one to the other. "Girlfriends?" I asked.

"Whadaya mean?" Randy stammered.

"I mean did you share girlfriends? Did you sleep with each other's girlfriends?"

"Not exactly," Randy replied.

"Not exactly?" I said tensely.

Juan spoke up. It's not exactly what you're thinking, Mercedes. We sometimes dated the same girls, but we all ran in a crowd. We didn't have sex parties then, if that's what you're asking."

"Not then?" I noticed that distinction. "What about now?" That question was greeted by silence. I looked from one to the other. Randy looked nervous, perhaps scared, like he was messing up big time. Juan looked confident, calm, unperturbed, like it wouldn't bother him one way or the other. I continued, when they didn't answer, "Okay, so, when Andy called you, what are you supposed to do with me?"

"J-just keep an eye on you and make sure you have a good time," Randy tried to assure me.

I took another bite. "A good time, huh? You came in from out of town to make sure I had a good time?" Randy nodded, meekly. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, whether to get angry with Andy at the outrageousness of what he's trying to set up, or take on all these guys in front of him to see how much he really likes it. "So, tell me the plan. Are we going to meet Andy somewhere? What about Shawn? Is his house the rendezvous point? Or is the party somewhere else?"

Randy almost choked on his food. Juan was calm enough to say, "Well, we hadn't planned it out in such detail. We were hoping to see how things developed ... to see how you felt about it."

I thought to myself that I don't feel too happy about learning that my husband, the only man I've ever bedded, is trying to figure out how to share me with his buddies, but I didn't say anything. I just took another bite of my lunch. Finally I told them, "I'm not sure how I feel. I'm just processing information right now." I took another bite, and let them shift uncomfortably while they tried to eat. Then I realized that part of their discomfort had to be the hardons they achieved sitting here at the table with me thinking their chances of fucking me had significantly improved. That thought amused me considerably, and I allowed a little smile to play about my lips. I suppose my eyes twinkled when I asked, "Well, what about Shawn's house. Does he have a pool?"

Randy got animated, excited. "Oh, yes. He's got a great pool and it's covered and heated, so you can swim in all kinds of weather. He also has a Jacuzzi. He's well equipped."

"Oh, I'll bet he is," I said munching on my salad. Juan grinned at the innuendo and Randy reddened.

I pushed back from the table and reached for my purse. "You must excuse me. I need to freshen up. This has certainly been an enlightening conversation. I'll be right back." The two arose like gentlemen as I got up and headed to the ladies room. On the way, I pulled my phone out of my purse and punched Andy's number. I glanced at my watch. It was just after one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Hello, babe," Andy spoke softly into the phone. "Did you have a nice lunch?"

I wanted to jump on him verbally, but instinctively knew from his hushed greeting that he was not alone. "You have someone with you." I made a statement, not a question.

"Yes, but I can talk. We're working on some drawings. I'll just walk over by the window. What's up?"

"Well, I'd say you have two friends with their manhood at attention. They're trying to get up my skirt and into my pants. I'd say if they succeed, it'd be a very nice lunch. I'd get a couple of sausages, and get eaten. What do you think?"

Andy was silent for a moment. Finally he responded, "What happened? Did they get you upset? What ... how? ...."

"I figured it out when I thought about the odds that they'd be waiting for me in the restaurant that you named and sent me to. When they admitted they were your college friends I wondered for a moment. Then I thought about how freely they felt me up last night on the dance floor and in the booth. Did you know that Randy made it all the way up my skirt and rubbed my pussy? Did you know that Shawn was playing with my breasts?"

"Um, you said something about that in the room last night, but I was, uh, preoccupied."

I wanted to laugh, but kept myself under control. "Well, they want to take me to Shawn's house to go swimming. If we go directly there, I'll have to go skinny-dipping. I think I'll get them to take me back to the hotel so I can put my shopping goodies away and pick up my swimming suit. Of course, they may want to come up to the room to help me and maybe help themselves to me. What do you think?

There was a brief silence. "Are you mad?" Andy finally asked.

"Mad? No. Crazy? Maybe. What are you thinking, Andy? Do you really want me to fuck these guys ... your friends? Do you want to be there if or when they do? Is that what you really want?"

There was another pause. I could hear Andy's breathing quicken. Before he said it, I knew. "Yes!" he whispered hoarsely. I was dumbfounded. Somehow I expected him to come to his senses.

"Where's Shawn?" I asked.

"He's here at work with me. We are working on this project together." Oh, that's just great, I thought. Andy works with the guy. They're all his friends and he works with Shawn. "When can you and Shawn get off?" "We can wrap things up today by 4."

"Okay, we'll meet you at Shawn's house then." I cut off the line and set about making myself more than just refreshed. I wanted to be pretty, sexy, when I came out. I took my time. Let them stew. It would do them good.

They stood up to greet me, looking anxious, when I finally returned to the table. "Did you two have a nice lunch?"

Randy nodded. "It was excellent, but the company was even better," Juan said smoothly.

I admired Juan's technique, but it was all I could do to keep from laughing. "Well, I'm so glad I ran into you boys this afternoon. I did some shopping before lunch and have some things I need to take back to my hotel. You could save me taxi fare if you would take me there." They quickly agreed. Soon they settled the tab and we headed to the parking lot to find their car. I learned it was actually Shawn's ... and it was a Mercedes Benz. How perfect, I thought. I rode shotgun while Randy drove and Juan sat in the back.

At the hotel, I made them wait in the lobby. I told them not to go away, that I would come back down. I hoped they assumed that we'd go to the lounge or something, but I made it perfectly clear that they could not come up to my room. In the room, I grabbed a duffle bag and put a change of clothes for Andy. I packed his swimming suit, and put some casual close of mine in, along with my skimpy white bikini. I tossed in some body lotion and the tube of K-Y jelly that we brought along on the trip. Andy and I use it occasionally, and I had thought there might be an occasion on this trip. I was guessing about now that I was right. I zipped up the bag, looked around the room, and checked myself out in the mirror. I decided to put on a little extra lipstick. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, girl?" I said to the image in the mirror. "Are you sure you can go through with this?" Momentarily, I thought about unpacking everything and going down to tell them they could go on without me. Instead I shook my head, cupped my breasts, pinched my nipples through the cloth, picked up the duffle bag, and headed out the door quickly before I changed my mind.

I approached them in the lobby with my bag. Juan stepped toward me and respectfully reached out for the bag. Randy had a quizzical look on his face. Honestly, men could be so clueless. Of course, I felt a little clueless about Andy setting this whole thing up. "Let's go to Shawn's place. I packed my swimming suit. Andy and Shawn will meet us there after four."

Juan remained calm, but allowed a knowing smile to crease his face. Randy got so excited I thought he might cream in his pants right there in the lobby. I smiled. "No need to hurry," I said. "It's just after two, so we have a couple of hours. Why don't you drive me around the city? After all, I came here to see the sights." And I'm probably going to see a few sights I didn't expect to see, I thought.

We assumed the same seating arrangements in the car, except Juan tossed my duffel bag in the trunk. We drove leisurely around the city. I asked lots of questions, and learned that they had kept in touch with each other after college. Although they all worked for different companies, they occasionally did business with each other when it was appropriate. Both of them had been to this city before and had met up with Shawn. Randy had come to our town for business with Andy's firm, but Juan had not, although his company did do some work with Andy's . The four of them had gotten together for business once before, in Juan's hometown, almost a year ago.

I guessed that they had hatched the plan back then, because Andy came back from that trip talking more and more about me being with other guys. It was about that time that he started showing me porn videos with more regularity. I wondered at the male thought process. Truly, they only had one thing on their mind, and that was sex.

Neither Juan nor Randy stepped out of line. They were both respectful. There were several innuendos, but nothing too over-the-top. They probably didn't want to push me too far, too early so I wouldn't bolt. They were wise to do that, because, although I knew the inevitability of the path we were taking, I still wasn't sure I could go through with it. If they had been out of line, I would have summoned the resolve to end the adventure. So we drove around for a couple of hours. Finally, when I noticed it was a little after four, I said, "I guess we should head over to Shawn's about now. Could we get there before Andy and Shawn arrive?"

"Dunno," Randy responded. "Depends on traffic."

"And how lost he gets," Juan laughed.

We made it before five, and before Shawn and Andy. It was a beautiful, two story house with a huge front yard. I could only imagine what the back yard looked like. Randy parked the Benz in the circular driveway out front. Juan grabbed my bag from the trunk, and they escorted me through the front door. The house was magnificent. They took me on a brief tour of the downstairs area, showing me the great room, replete with books, sofas, easy chairs, and a gorgeous fireplace. There was a formal dining area and a den with big-screen TV, more books, another fireplace, and more opulent chairs with a couch. Beyond the den, the kitchen area loomed with an open breakfast nook. Off the breakfast nook and accessible from the den was an arboretum full of a wide variety of plants. Next to the arboretum was the covered pool and Jacuzzi. To say it was impressive is an understatement.

I asked about a room so I could change. Juan led me upstairs to a guestroom and left me to take care of my business. Included in those quarters was a private bathroom. It didn't take me long to change into my swimming attire, but I spent quite a bit of time inspecting myself, making sure my pubic area was sufficiently shaved to be decorative and not distracting. I applied makeup, and paid close attention to my lipstick. I wanted to make sure that I could leave my mark where ever I kissed or sucked, if it came to that. I kept adjusting my top. It didn't cover very much, but I still wanted it to be perfectly in place to conceal. I knew that the coverage, however brief, would be an enticement. And I certainly wanted these men to be enticed. I selected a terrycloth robe, white to match my suit, and slipped it on to cover my body, tugging the tie tightly around my waist. I checked out my toenails and made sure they were painted, touching up one or two. I wanted to be completely decorated. As an afterthought, I added an ankle bracelet to my left ankle. It jingled softly as I walked. I slipped on my flip-flops. I was ready. Taking a deep breath and a last minute peek into the mirror, I ventured out of the room, paraded down the stairs, and migrated toward the pool area.

Apparently Shawn and Andy had just arrived. They were still dressed in their suits, talking to Juan and Randy who were considerably more casual, wearing swimming trunks and shirts. Andy noticed me approach and came over to me to give me a kiss of greeting. I looked into his eyes, searching for some indication of hesitation. There was none. If anything, he appeared to be excited, more interested than in any other project for quite a while. "You're sure about this?" I questioned softly.

"Yes," Andy replied firmly, but not loudly.

"I'm not," I admitted, looking beyond him to the three men watching us ... me. "Your change of clothes and swim suit are upstairs in the duffel bag. Hurry and change. I need you to be here."

Andy nodded, waved at the others and told them he would change and be right back. I resumed my stroll toward my three admirers. I smiled to myself at that thought. Just yesterday, it was a teasing diversion. Now it was about to become a serious involvement. Instinctively I knew things were about to change, and that thought attacked my security. I still wasn't sure about all this, even as I approached.

"I'm glad you came," Shawn said, welcoming me to his home. He was circumspect, yet focused on me, checking for any reaction. I tried desperately not to offer him any.

"Thanks," I replied. "You have a lovely home. It's very impressive."

"I'm glad you like it." Shawn waved at the layout, sweeping past the arboretum and the pool. "Please, make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa." Shawn towered over me and I remembered that he had played basketball in college. He certainly looked graceful and athletic, even in his business suit.

"Thank you. I'm sure I will be right at home here." I didn't believe what I was saying. "Why don't you run and change, so we can get started." I didn't specify getting started at what.

"I'll get some snacks, too."

I sat down in a lounge chair near Juan and Randy. They offered me something to drink. I asked for bottled water. I didn't want any alcohol in my system. I wanted to be fully aware of everything that would happen. Juan retrieved a bottle from the ice chest and opened it for me. I smiled my thanks. I still had my terrycloth robe on. I took advantage of the time to wrap my hair in a bun, drawing my dark locks tight except for my bangs. While working on my tresses, my robe gapped in the front. I noticed that both Randy and Juan focused on my chest. I was amused. Men are so predictable. I settled back in the lounge chair, keeping my robe on, but allowing it to reveal the promise of cleavage in my suit top.

"Do you want to swim?" Randy called out to me.

"In a little while, when the other boys come out to play," I replied, smiling. There was no sense in letting Juan and Randy get a head start. Things would develop soon enough. I wanted Andy to be here for the whole event, however it played out. I sipped on my water and looked around, trying to get a handle on the layout. Andy arrived a few minutes later, dressed in his swimming trunks and an open shirt. He did look good to me, but then I like the way he looks.

Andy took my hand, helped me up, and led me over to the guys. They talked among themselves for a few moments and tried to draw me into the conversation. There was some good natured teasing and several suggestions that we take a dip in the pool. I figured out that they mainly wanted to see more of my body and they knew that the pool was the next step to accomplishing that objective. Shawn rescued me by bringing out a veggie tray, some chips, and dips. He, too, was in his swimming trunks with an open shirt. His long ebony legs rippled, extending forever and contrasting with his white suit. His chest and abs were sculpted. There was no doubt he was an athlete. The thought flashed through my mind that our suits would match, but my pale flesh would accent his dark body. In spite of myself, I was intrigued. I had never thought about mating with a black man before. Well, I had never thought about mating with anyone besides Andy before. Actually, that was not quite true, but I had never given it any serious thought. Now I was faced with reality and surrounded by four horny males. Just the realization of my situation caused a sensual shiver to surge through my body. Everyone gathered around the food.

I took my plate of veggies and dip over to a nearby table. En route, my robe fell more open as the waste-tie came loose. I didn't bother to fix it. I sat down and crossed my legs, leaving them bare. I shifted so the men present could get an eye-full and watched them while I munched. They brought their plates and drinks over to my table. Randy, Andy, and Shawn stood. Juan set opposite me at the table. He couldn't watch my legs, but had a better view of my cleavage through the parted robe. The others didn't have that perspective. The banter continued as they talked sports mixed with a little business. They kept skirting the issue, the reason they had lured me over to Shawn's house. Perhaps they sensed my hesitation and didn't want to upset a delicate balance. I pushed my plate toward the center of the table and leaned back in my chair.

Shawn noticed my actions and said, "Is the lovely lady ready to get wet?" I looked up at the chiseled giant, grinned, and said, "You mean jump in with both feet?"

He laughed, "Right!"

I held out my left hand, the one with Andy's rings on it, and said, "Why not?" Shawn reached down and helped me out of the chair. I dropped the robe over the chair and kicked off my flip-flops. Shawn continued holding my hand as if displaying me for the others. Was there an intake of breath when I dropped the robe? I think so, but couldn't identify who, maybe all of them. I looked at them, each of them. Shawn was intent, focusing on me with piercing eyes. At the same time his demeanor was reassuring. I appreciated that. Andy looked curious, inquisitive, without saying anything. I could tell that he was leaving the pacing up to me. He wouldn't push the issue. I had to make a move whenever I was ready ... or I had to just allow it to happen (or stop it) whenever somebody else made a move. Randy had a silly smile, and eager look, a beer in his hand, and probably a hard-on. He was anxious to get things rolling, I could tell. Juan was smooth, enigmatic, reassuring, and focused. He remained seated, and inspected my body with admiration in his eyes. Involuntarily, I tingled.

I moved slowly and deliberately over to the pool, taking extra care to sway my hips as I moved the short distance. I dipped my toe into the water, testing the temperature. It was a little cool, but acceptable. I stepped into the pool onto the first step, and then turned to the quartet of men. "Well, gentlemen, what's your pleasure?" I cocked my head and put my hands on my hips, bending one leg into a pose I had seen in one of Andy's magazines.

All four of them scrambled to join me, jabbering words in unison, walking over each other's talk so no one could understand anything they said. "Whoa," I said, holding up my hand. "Let's not get too carried away. The four of you can join me and we can play in the water." I paused while they shed their shirts and tossed them aside. As they approached the water, I slipped deeper into the water and pushed back from the side. "When we are finished with the foreplay," I smiled and paused, looking at Andy, then Juan, "Juan goes first."

Juan raised his eyebrows and allowed a smile to play about his lips. "Gracious, Senora," he murmured.

"Por nada," I dutifully replied. I floated toward the middle of the pool, watching the men enter the water. I could make out erections, or their beginnings, on each of them. Men are so predictable, I thought. Andy floated out to me, put his arms around me and kissed me tenderly. When he broke the kiss, he pushed me in the direction of the others. I floated into Randy's grasp and smelled the aroma of beer on his breath. He kissed me, passionately, his tongue probing my mouth, his hands pawing my breasts. He seemed as eager as a schoolboy. I almost remained passive, but decided to give him a thrill by reaching beneath the surface of the water to clutch his manhood. He was already firm, as I suspected, and he really liked my hand on his cock. When his hands started inside my top, I spun away from him, floating between Shawn and Juan.

Juan reached out to support my back with one hand and cup a breast with the other. Shawn put an arm around my waist, cupping my buttocks with one hand and covering my other breast with his free hand. I glanced down at the contrast between brown and black against the skimpy white garment covering my breasts. I looked, first at Juan, then at Shawn and moved my face toward his. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt fingers massaging my breasts, teasing my nipples. They were already erect. I felt unstable, floating in the water, kissing Shawn, and reached out awkwardly with each hand. I encountered Shawn's leg on one side, and Juan's torso on the other. I squeezed Shawn's muscular leg, then shifted my hand up his leg, toward his crotch. On the way, I encountered his elongated appendage. I didn't realize I was that close to his pelvic area. As it turned out, I wasn't. He was incredibly long, at least he felt that way. My eyes were closed as he probed my tonsils with his tongue. Meanwhile, Juan shifted the cloth covering my right breast up, exposing it. He played with the revealed, hardened nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through my torso. I moaned with pleasure. Juan responded by suckling my breast, licking and kissing it and teasing the nipple with his tongue, eliciting more moans from me. My breathing quickened. I moved my right hand down Juan's torso, searching for his cock. Soon I gripped a cock in each hand, albeit through their swim suit.

About that time I felt hands on my legs, supporting me as I floated in the water. Curious, I broke off Shawn's kiss with a long, "M-m-m-m," and found Randy moving between my legs. Shawn noticed that Juan had exposed one breast, so he did the same to my other. "Nice," he commented. I just moaned. Randy moved closer, his hands now supported my bottom and his cock rubbed my pussy through our two suits. I wrapped my legs around him. That was an automatic impulse - it helped stabilize me in the water. I wondered where Andy was, glancing around to see if he was getting a good view of his wife being stripped by his friends.

"Let's get her out of her suit," Randy urged, tugging at my bottoms. He wasn't going to succeed at that while my legs were wrapped around him, but he did lower the cloth enough to expose some of my neatly trimmed bush, floating just beneath the surface. I heard male murmurs of approval. Randy stroked my pussy, still through the cloth, then slipped a finger beneath to pull it further. I still hadn't spotted Andy. I wiggled in the water, unraveling my legs from around Randy. I stood up, disentangling myself from the men.

Glancing down at my exposed breasts, I said, "Looks like you've got a good start on getting me out of my suit. Let's get you out of yours." I tugged at Randy's suit, taking it halfway down his legs. "Ooh, that's nice," I said, grasping his exposed cock. I just said that because men like to hear it. His manhood was below the water line. I looked at Juan and Shawn beside me. "You, too," I demanded. Each of them stripped their suits down. Shawn let his float away while Juan tossed his out of the pool. I spotted Andy a few feet away taking all this activity in. He was grinning excitedly.

"Your turn," Randy said eagerly, indicating he wanted me out of my suit. He didn't move, though, while I had a grip on his spike.

I looked into his eyes, amused at his eagerness. Still hanging on to his erect probe, I pulled him to me and kissed him again, despite his beer breath. Our bodies crushed together trapping his erection against my tummy as he wrapped his arms around me. His hands roamed down my back, slipped inside my suit and squeezed each buttock. My breasts against his bare chest, his cock against my stomach, and his hands cupping my ass cheeks, all combined to send an erotic surge through my body. The knowledge that my husband and two of his friends were watching this embrace added an elicit thrill to the moment. Our tongues tangled and he pulled me tightly against him. For an instant I was ready ... ready to fuck, but I didn't want this to go too swiftly, and I promised Juan ... wanted Juan first. I broke off the kiss and pushed away from Randy, leaving his stalk pointing upward, barely breaking the surface. I headed for the side of the pool, with three potential paramours trailing me.

Andy had arranged some cushions on the concrete, and moved some chairs, both lawn and lounge chairs around the cushions. He had prepared a love nest and a gallery. He was ready to watch. I felt wetness between my legs, and not just from being in the pool. I stepped up the steps and turned on the top one to face my audience. They were standing there like obedient puppy dogs, eager for a treat. "Ready, boys?" I asked. They all nodded. I reached up and stripped my top, tossing it toward one of the chairs. I glanced at Andy, making sure he was watching. Of course he was. I hooked my fingers through each side of my bottoms, and moved them down. I stepped out of it and tossed the skimpy garment to Juan. "Your turn," I said, moving over to the cushions Andy had prepared. He handed me a towel, but I just laid it on the cushions.

Shawn high-fived Juan and said, "Go for it." Juan hurried out of the water, his erection pointing skyward. He was right there, beside me in a flash, offering me his hand. I took it and sat down on the cushions. I didn't get a good close look at his cock, but it seemed large and thick. Then, suddenly, it was there in front of me. I grabbed it immediately and guided it to my mouth. It was more than large and thick, it was massive. I could barely get my hand around it and it stretched my lips. I was intrigued. This was the first cock other than Andy's that I had ever had in my mouth. And it was about to be the first one other than Andy's in my pussy. I sucked him with enthusiasm.

"Look at her go!"

"She's a good cock-sucker."

"Oh, yeah."

I heard all this encouragement from the audience. After a few moments, Juan backed away. I opened my eyes to see Shawn sitting on the edge of a nearby chair. Randy was holding his cock, standing as If in line by my feet. Andy was on the other side of me, with a camera. A camera?! Where did he get that? He was taking pictures of all this. That shocked me. I hadn't considered that he would want to do that. While I was processing this new information, Juan dropped to his knees and parted my legs. Here it comes, I thought. I looked up at Andy and spread my legs wide.

I'm not sure what I was expecting. I guess I figured that he would simply mount me, fuck me, take his pleasure, and then move aside for the next one. Isn't that what a gang-bang is all about? Instead, he settled his face between my outstretched legs and proceeded to give my pussy an incredible tongue lashing. It was so unexpected I almost came immediately. Andy did this to me regularly, and I always enjoyed it when he did. But Juan, oh my, he was an artist. He teased my clit, traced my labia with his tongue, toyed with my entrance, then rolled me up and lapped at my anus. I moaned, and uttered my little, "oh-oh-oh" cries that Andy is so familiar with. I gripped Juan's hair and held him tightly to my box. My body had caught fire, and my pussy was flaming. He had me right at the edge. I wrapped my legs around his neck and pelted his shoulders with my heels begging him, "don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, gawd, don't stop!"

Suddenly my body exploded in a volcanic eruption. I squealed, screamed, panted, while I tossed by head and shoulders about, all the while pulling Juan into my pussy. I almost smothered him as my bottom gyrated and quivered. My entire body tingled as wave after wave of pent-up sexual tension wound its way through me. My mind seemed to shut down for an instant. I'd had mind-blowing orgasms with Andy before. This one ranked way up there, and I hadn't even been fucked yet. I rocked my body as the sensation ebbed and I returned to the tasks at hand. I uncoiled my legs from around Juan's neck. "Come up here, you marvelous man. Kiss me and fuck me." I glanced at Andy briefly as Juan covered my face with his embrace. I felt his manhood against my leg, then against my belly as he relocated his body between my legs. I spread those wide for him, but he didn't seem to be concerned with locating the entrance to my womb. I reached down to help guide him, but even when I positioned him in place, he didn't enter. My body was still tingling, and my anticipation was high. His procrastination teased and frustrated me pleasantly. "Hurry and fuck me," I murmured in his ear.

"Yeah, fuck her, man," Randy's impatient voice called out. "We're waiting, and we can't fuck her until you do."

Randy's comment amused me, but still Juan didn't advance. I wiggled my body and thrust upward to absorb him, but he retreated, dancing perfectly so the crown of his cock remained at my entry point. It was a maddeningly erotic sensation to have him right there. Juan lifted his torso off me so he could see the juncture of our pending union. I glanced down, catching the scene of his huge appendage parked at my doorway. I had a sudden thought that it wouldn't fit. Then he advanced just enough to get his cockhead inside. Oh, that felt good. I cooed and moaned, "O-o-oh, yes!" He stopped. I thrust my body upward, trying to climb that pole, to absorb it into my being. A little more of him penetrated. I gasped, and my eyes popped open at the sensation. Immediately I noticed Andy creeping closer to get a better view of this invasion. His camera snapped several images. I looked down my body to view the connection and inspect the progress. My legs were splayed wide to accommodate him. I grunted and looked up at him. His smile was warm and reassuring, even tender. I realized that he knew what he was doing, but I wanted him deeply embedded in me right then. "Fuck me, Juan. Stick it all the way in. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard."

I reached out for his buttocks and pulled him toward me to the choruses of "Yeah, fuck her, Juan." "Get after it, man."

He sank into me and I moaned a long, low sigh of pleasure. He was filling me completely. I swooned. He pulled back, and thrust in deeply. I grunted. He repeated the action, picking up the pace. My breasts jiggled in cadence with each plunge. I bit my lower lip and moaned. Through half-closed eyes I looked up at Juan hovering over me, mounted between my legs, pumping his piston in and out of me. I also saw Andy close by. I shifted my head as I moaned in rhythm with Juan's thrusts and noticed Shawn standing now, near my head. I reached up, toward his cock, not quite reaching it. It was long and black, formidable looking.

Shawn sank to his knees beside me so I could more easily reach his prodigious pole. I gripped it, still panting as Juan continued pounding me. I looked back at Juan. "Suck it," he mouthed at me. I tried to sit up enough to get Shawn's probe in my mouth, but didn't have the right angle or leverage. Then Andy propped a cushion behind me for support. Juan kept stroking in and out of me, while I slurped on Shawn's long pole. I moaned, I gasped. Shawn kept saying, "Ooh, that's nice. Suck it, baby."

Juan slowed down his pumping action. "She's a wild fuck," he said to Andy. "I always wanted to drive a Mercedes, but fucking one is so much better." Everybody (but me) laughed at his cleverness. He resumed his pace.

"Hurry up," Randy said. "The rest of us want some of that action."

"Uh, uh, uh," Juan groaned as he thrust deeply into me. I felt him crush my pleasure button and wiggled like a stuck pig, crying out around Shawn's cock as my body erupted again. "Aw, ahh, aaag," Juan added as he unleashed a torrent of sperm deep within my womb. He surged and surged, continuing the pressure on my clit. He wanted to collapse atop me, but I was in an awkward position, so he just withdrew, gasping, and stringing sticky semen from my hole, down my leg. He moved aside.

I was still tingling and moved my hand down to stroke my clit when Randy settled between my legs. Without any hesitation, he plunged his phallus into me. I felt him right away. To his credit, he lunged into me deeply enough to crush my button and complete the electric orgasm. I gasped and writhed beneath him as he see-sawed back and forth, in and out, with a furious passion. His pace was incredible and it prolonged my pleasure as I gagged on Shawn. I didn't know I could enjoy so much pleasure as my body ignited again and again. Randy didn't last as long as Juan, but he was enthusiastic and effective. I hoped he enjoyed sloppy seconds as much as I was enjoying him drilling me. Soon he flooded me with his discharge too. He panted heavily, his face near mine. His beer laden breath distracted me from my work on Shawn's cock. It didn't take long before Randy's arms grew weary and he retreated from his vantage point where he'd been watching me suck Shawn's long cock. When Randy finally vacated me I kept my legs spread, expecting someone to take his place.

I opened my eyes as I continued bobbing my head back and forth on Shawn. Andy was still standing there taking pictures with his own cock pointing up. I wanted to tell him to fuck me, but couldn't with my mouth full. Then I realized that he was waiting on Shawn, and I had him occupied. Shawn's eyes were closed as he was enjoying what I was doing. So I stopped sucking Shawn and shifted over to suck Andy. Before starting on Andy in earnest, I looked up at Shawn. "What are you waiting for?" Then I looked up past Andy's familiar cock. "Give someone else the camera," I suggested.

Shawn shifted my body to roll me over. I concentrated on sucking Andy's cock from my knees while Shawn positioned himself behind me. He had to lift me a little to get the right angle so he could enter me from behind, but soon he was stroking in and out of me while I sucked my husband for all he was worth. Oh my, Shawn was further into me than anyone had ever been before. His long member probed depths I didn't know I had. I felt a cock in my throat, and wasn't totally sure if it was Andy's or Shawn's, or maybe they were meeting there. It was a delicious, glorious feeling, and I vibrated with pleasure as they slammed me. Andy was certainly primed. He couldn't hold back as long as usual. He started spurting in my mouth. I swallowed all I could and allowed the rest to run down my chin.

"She swallows," I heard Randy exclaim. "Hot damn, she swallows."

"She's an amazing minx," Juan agreed. "You're a lucky man, Andrew." Andy grunted his agreement while Shawn rocked in and out of me. I hoped I was tight enough for him after two had already plumbed my depths. Still they hadn't gone where he was going now. I was unbelievably turned on, and kept crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh, yes. Don't stop. Keep fucking me, oh, yes, keep fucking me." But Shawn stopped. I gasped. He withdrew from me completely. I looked over my shoulder at him, keeping my ass perched high so he could remount me. "Where are you going? Why did you stop?" I cried.

Shawn sat down on the pad where I had been lying while Juan and Randy fucked me. "Come here," he said. "Sit on my lap and I'll let you ride me." He leaned back on the mat, bracing himself so he was sitting, his arms outstretched behind him, his staff sticking proudly up from his massive balls. Obediently, I straddled him, placing his monster at the aperture of my vagina. Slowly, I sank down, taking him into my body. My breasts slid along his muscular chest as I absorbed him. I began moving up and down, controlling the depth of his penetration. I glued my body to his so I could feel every sensation as his rippling muscles rubbed my bosom and my stomach stroked his. The angle allowed me to rub my clit against his pubic bone, which ignited the volcano in my body once more. This non-stop probing, fucking, stroking, sucking ... it was all marvelous. I couldn't believe I would enjoy this so much. My body exploded again and I spasmodically screamed and squirmed like a mad woman.

I knocked Shawn off balance, and collapsed on top of him, gasping and panting. My body shivered with aftershocks of my most recent orgasm. While I recovered, I lay atop Shawn passively. He kept stirring his probe deep inside my body, slowly and deliberately invading, then withdrawing. I murmured my approval softly. While I recovered my wits, Andy relocated himself behind me while I remained straddling Shawn, absorbing his steady pumping. Unbeknownst to me, Andy brought the K-Y Jelly from my duffle bag to this little party. He selected this moment to introduce it, while I was impaled by Shawn's huge stake and my nether region was openly exposed. My first clue came when I felt his greased fingers toy with, then invade my anus. It was a surprise to me, and I jerked, startled by the unexpected and pleasurable incursion. My body reacted immediately with an extremely enjoyable sensation. I gasped, moaned, and gyrated my hips. Shawn maintained his steady pace, increasing my pleasure.

In the midst of enjoying Andy's work on my bottom, he stopped. I opened my eyes and started to protest when I encountered Randy's reemerging erection just inches from my face. I opened my mouth to beg Andy not to stop, when Randy aimed his pole at my mouth. At the same time, I felt Andy's cock pressing against my backdoor. We had done this before, so this wasn't a totally new sensation. We had never done this, however, when I had a cock up my twat and down my throat. I whimpered around Randy's cock as Andy popped up my ass. They pinned me motionless pushing in and out of my body, sending additional waves of sensational pleasure, curling my toes. I couldn't believe how incredibly electric the sensations felt. Another mind-blowing orgasm permeated my body. I bobbled my head back and forth on Randy's manhood while Shawn and Andy continued their steady thrusting.

Randy surprised me by erupting in my throat so soon after ejaculating into my womb. I didn't expect him to have any more spunk, but he spurted into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed, knowing that it would please him. Sure enough, he sucked in his breath and cooed, "That's it, baby. Ooh, yes. You do that so good. Ah-h, suck it. Yes, yes, yes." Finally he pulled out with a popping noise and fell back away from me. A stream of his love juice dribbled from my mouth.

Andy undoubtedly witnessed my work on Randy and the residue he left as he fell away from me. I know it excited my husband because he surged and sucked in his breath. Then he pulled out of me, spurting his own eruption, decorating my rump with his discharge. Now I was still draped over Shawn with his big cock still planted within me. He still had not gotten his rocks off. I was satisfied, but now I wanted to give pleasure to him. "Roll me over," I said softly, "and fuck my brains out."

"Are you sure?" Shawn's voice was equally soft.

"Yes," I responded. "I want you to fuck me more than anything else." With that, Shawn shifted, and rolled our bodies, keeping himself planted in me. He raised himself over me, his muscular arms braced on either side of my shoulders and his long legs nearly reached the pool. I spread my legs wide, and then lofted them so they swayed in the air on either side of his hips. My white skin and red painted toe nails contrasted to his dark body. The ankle bracelet I put on as an after-thought jingled rhythmically as he began plunging and plumbing my depths. It was a glorious feeling, and my guttural sounds punctuated the area. Shawn picked up his pace, lurching back and forth with his piston, his breath heaving and my cries urging him on. Finally, he stiffened. I felt his massive missile swell, then burst, spewing his man juice in my flooded womb. He humped me, lunging as deeply as he could to drain his hose in me, crushing my clitoris in the process. That sent more sparks through my satiated body. I twisted beneath him and hunched my pelvis upward to maximize the contact with my pleasure button. It worked, setting me off once again. It wasn't as spectacular as the others, but it was icing on a noteworthy cake. Shawn lowered his chest to my body, pressing my breasts against his muscular chest. I rested by ankles on his hamstrings and just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of the most unbelievable sex of my life.

It took a while for Shawn to shrink and disengage from my vagina. When he finally did, I untangled my legs from about him and let him get up. I was weary, not of sex, but from the exhausting effort. I wanted to curl up and nap. Instead, Andy talked me into migrating to the hot tub with my four men. The hot jets refreshed me, and rejuvenated my men. Shawn brought out some more snacks. Randy had another beer, but the rest of them stayed with sodas. They kept talking about how great I was, what a fabulous fuck I was, how hot I was and how they wanted more of me. Shawn encouraged us to stay the night. I was willing, but Andy didn't have a change of clothes for work. That didn't stop him from bending me over the side of the hot tub and fucking me in front of his friends. I supposed it was a male thing, to reestablish his territory. I kept watching over my shoulder, whimpering so he would know that he was still effective, still my man.

When he finished, it was time for us to go. I cleaned up, kissed each one of them, tugged on each of their cocks, then went inside and dressed. Before we left, I told Juan to get away tomorrow and come to my hotel room alone after Andy went to work. I wanted him all to myself for a while. He agreed. Andy and I waved goodbye and left in our rent car.

"Well, are you satisfied?" I asked as we pulled out of the driveway.

"Yes, are you?"

"Eminently so," I replied.

"I knew you would like it," Andy interjected.

‘If you only knew how much,' I thought. We drove in silence for about a block. "So, how did you like it?" I asked.

He thought a moment. "I'd say it was exciting. You were hot, and the guys really went for you."

"I'd say so." I paused, reminiscing about how each one of them went for me. "So, what did you find the most exciting?"

"I dunno, all of it," Andy responded lamely.

"Come on," I urged, "surely something stands out. What is when I took off my suit? Or maybe when Juan ate me? I'll bet it was when Juan fucked me. That was the first time anyone besides you fucked me. Did that turn you on?" I reached over to rub his crotch. Amazingly, he was firming again. "Yes, that was it, wasn't it? No, wait, I'll bet it was when Randy crawled between my legs for sloppy seconds. He fucked me like a man possessed. Doesn't he ever get any? No, I know, it was when Shawn had me get on top of him. Then you could come butt-fuck me while he was still in me. That's a double penetration, isn't it? That's the first time I ever did that, and you own my ass, don't you. That was it?" I stroked him harder, but he still didn't say anything. "I liked it when you did that," I reassured him. "But you liked it when I sucked Randy off while you and Shawn were drilling me, didn't you?

Andy nodded, "Yeah, I liked that."

We turned into the hotel garage. "Well, hurry and park this thing. I want to take you upstairs and fuck you one more time, just for doing this." We hurried to our room and sucked and fucked for another hour before we fell asleep, exhausted.

The next day, I woke up after Andy had already dressed and left for work. I showered and set about decorating myself when the phone rang. It was Juan. He was downstairs. I gave him the room number and told him to come on up. I didn't bother dressing, just slipped on a robe to answer the door and let him in. As soon as the door closed, I jumped in his arms and kissed him ferociously, tossing aside my robe in the process. I tugged at his belt and frantically unbuttoned his shirt, kissing him all the while. Before I could get him completely undressed, he had me on the bed and had his face buried in my snatch. It was just what I wanted. His whiskers scraped my thighs, his tongue tormented my twat, and I was in heaven again. Patiently he tongued every crevice, then rolled me up and teased my ass with his magic muscle. I loved it when his whiskers scratched my ass cheeks. He took me over the edge, and I was begging for more.

It took quite a while, but finally he shed his pants and mounted me, plunging his big boner in me. He was pounding away for all he was worth when there was a knock on the door. "Housekeeping" a voice called out. Juan stopped, mid-stroke and started to dismount.

"No," I screamed as the door opened. "Not now, don't stop. Don't stop fucking me."

"Oh, excuse me," a voice called out and the door slammed shut.

Juan resumed fucking me, laughing as he did so. I laughed with him and said, "She - uh - should have - uh - stayed. She'd - uh - liked - uh - this. I - I do. "Juan fucked me all over the bed, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. After he creamed me, we curled up together.

"Mercedes," Juan said tenderly, "can I ask you a question?"

"Um-hum," I said, "but I think you just did."

"I did, didn't i? Well, I wondered why you wanted me to come over here alone today."

"Oh, you delicious man!" I paused, and shifted, moving my face down his torso, kissing his chest, then his stomach as I moved my lips toward his limp cock. I took it in my hand. It was still gooey from making love to me. "You are a very considerate lover. You were a gentleman from the beginning, before I even knew Andy was setting me up with you guys. You treated me with respect. If Andy wanted to whore me out with his friends, I wanted you to be first." I kissed his expanding cock, still not fully erect. "When you made love to me in front of the others, I knew I made the right choice. The rest of the time while the others were fucking me and having their fun, I knew I wanted you all to myself at least one more time so we could enjoy each other without any interruptions, well, except for housekeeping."

Juan laughed, and when I went down on his stiffening cock, he moaned and gripped my hair. I bobbed up and down on his thick cock, periodically gagging on it as it filled my mouth and throat. I tasted my own juices mixed with his. I swished my tongue around his bulbous cockhead and traced his prominent veins down to his ball sac. I gently cradled his balls and kissed my way back up his stalk to take him back in my mouth and suck him. He shifted on the bed and tugged at my legs, guiding me to straddle his face. Once I caught on, I shifted into a sixty-nine position, pressing my breasts against his firm stomach while I continued sucking his lollipop. To my extreme delight, he began licking his own cum from my saturated snatch. Andy never did that for me and no one else had ever eaten me. We took our time taking care of each other in that enjoyable way. Finally I was ready to be fucked again. Juan was stiff and I wanted him inside me. I crawled up his torso, straddling his body and dragging my soppy pussy over his chest and stomach. With my back to his face, I lifted myself over his prodigious probe and positioned him to penetrate me. Then I sank down on him, moaning as I did so. I bounced up and down, riding his pole, shaking the bed. His thick probe filled me, stretching me agreeably. Soon, he began bucking, counter-thrusting to match my bounces. We continued together in wonderful rhythm for some time. Finally my legs ached from the effort and, gasping, I moved off of him, flopping on my back on the bed.

Immediately, he pounced on me, planting his probe back in me and fucking me furiously. I loved it. After a while, he rolled me over and entered me doggy style. I loved that, too. We fucked every way we could and completely messed up the bedding. I came multiple times during the episode. He finally launched his seed into me and fell beside me, exhausted. His staying power was impressive, but I had worn him out. I snuggled up to him, resting against his chest, listening as his breathing gradually returned to normal. Soon it was regular, rhythmic. I realized he had fallen asleep.

Amused, I gently disentangled myself from him and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I thought about getting dressed, but thought better of it. When I emerged from the bathroom, I gathered the widely scattered garments and organized his on a nearby chair. When my cleanup chores were complete, I curled up in a chair to watch the magnificent man sleeping in my bed. A delicious smile played about my lips as I pondered what Andy, my husband, had launched. Lost in my reverie of thought, I must have fallen asleep, still nude, in the chair. In the twilight of awareness Juan awoke and made his own bathroom visit. Soon I became aware of him hovering around me. I peeked from beneath sleepy eyelids and watch him stare at me, inspecting my body. I stirred and stretched. "Hello, lover," I said. "Have a nice nap?"

"Yes," Juan replied.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"You," he said. "You're beautiful, and very sexy." He brushed back my hair tenderly.

Smiling, I reached for him, intending to pull him down to me. Instead, he pulled me out of the chair. Our naked bodies came together in a tender embrace. I felt his reemerging phallus crawling up my leg as it regained rigidity. I broke off our kiss, "My, my, are we interested in more?" I asked, gripping his thickening cock.

Soon we were back on the bed, playing with each other's body. I had my mouth wrapped around his cock when my cell phone went off. I recognized Andy's ring tone and jumped up to retrieve the phone from my purse on the dresser. "I'll be right back," I told Juan. I flipped the phone open, "Hello, sweetheart," I said to Andy as I checked myself in the mirror, nude with a male torso's reflection in the background.

I watched the reflection of Juan's throbbing erection bobbing up from his torso as Andy responded, "Hi, honey. I'm calling in to check on you. Are you having fun?"

I was already moving back to the bed when Andy asked his question. "Oh, yes," I assured him as I crawled onto the bed. Juan shifted, sitting up as I mouthed "Andy" to him.

"Are you out shopping?" Andy asked.

"Mmm, no, not yet," I replied as Juan motioned me to my knees on the bed and positioned himself behind me. I realized he was about to mount me while I was talking to my husband, a bizarre reversal of Andy taking me in front of his friends yesterday. Now Juan was marking Andy's territory, claiming a piece of it. ‘Men,' I thought, stifling a laugh.

"Well, where are you? What're you doing?"

"I, uh," I paused as Juan lined his cock up at my treasure trough, "I'm here in the room, uh," Juan eased into me. "Oooh, uh, I'm with Juan, aah, and he's, uh, oh, f-fucking me. Oooh,"

Andy was silent for a moment while I panted, responding to Juan's illicit invasion. "Right now? This very instant?" Andy inquired.

"Y-yes, oooh, yes," I confirmed. Juan picked up the pace, sliding in and out with purpose.

"Is Randy there too?"

"N-no," I panted. The incongruity of my husband asking these questions while his friend pummeled my pussy excited me beyond belief. "Aaaagh, ahhh, oh, oh, yes, fuck me," I hissed.

"This is hot," Andy mumbled into the phone. "Keep it going. I wish I was there."

Juan shoved his tool deep inside me. I gasped and dropped the phone on the bed near my mouth, gripping the sheets while Juan pummeled me vigorously. "Oh, yes, oh, yes. Don't stop. Fuck me," I urged over and over until finally Juan unleashed a torrent of love juice into me. Amazingly he kept surging. When he finally slowed down, he rolled me over and buried his face between my legs, his whiskers scraping my thighs. I screamed my delight. The phone was still right next to me.

"What's he doing?" I heard Andy's voice ask.

"Oh, yes, eat me, baby, eat me, Juan. Use that marvelous tongue ..." I said that for Andy's benefit. Juan's tongue teased my super sensitive pleasure button, igniting the orgasm that had been building. I screamed my delight and thrashed about on the bed. My legs locked around his neck holding him firmly at my treasure trough. As the tingling subsided, I gasped and panted, cooing, "Oh, Juan, that was wonderful ... juanderful,"

To my immense delight he scooted up my body and reentered me with his still potent power tool. It was softer than before, but could still penetrate me. "Yes, yes, stick it back in," I urged, again for Andy's benefit. I wanted him to know that I was getting a royal fucking from his friend. Both Juan and I gasped and moaned until his erection faded. Finally, he rolled off of me. I picked up the phone and heard Andy's heaving breathing. "Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," Andy panted. "That was hot. You are hot. I gotta run so I can relieve myself. See you this evening." He disconnected.

I laughed, rolled over pressing my breasts against Juan's chest, and kissed him. "Oh, you marvelous man. Whatever possessed you to fuck me while I was talking to my husband? "

He looked at me intently, eyes twinkling. "It seemed like the thing to do," he stated simply. "You liked it, no?"

"Oh, yes, I liked it. Andy liked it, too. You got him all hot and bothered."

"Good. He's the one who led us on about you, about how hot you are. He deserved payback for all the build up. I must say, though, that you are everything advertised and so much more."

"Advertised?" I grew curious.

"Oh, yes. He showed us how hot you are and told us that he didn't think you'd ever do this."

"Showed you? As in pictures?"

"Sure. You didn't know? He's got a whole website devoted to you. Of course all of them are just you and sometimes him. Now he has more pictures of all of us. I'm sure he'll add them to the site."

I was shocked, and a little upset. How could Andy do this to me? Then I was gently reminded that I had just enjoyed a magnificent male who was not my husband. That experience would never have happened if Andy hadn't set it up. I would never have done anything remotely like this on my own. Men. I just don't understand why they get off showing off their personal prize, then sharing her with friends.

We lay there talking for a while. I learned more about my admirers and realized that this was just the beginning of lots more fun. Shawn, Randy, and Juan all traveled into our area a couple of times a year. I became aware that they would expect to see me during those visits. Strangely, I found myself looking forward to the prospects of them visiting and sharing my bed.

I don't know why Andy wanted this. I certainly didn't before it happened. Now things have changed. Oh, I still love Andy and want him for my husband, but he's opened me to so much more and I will never be the same as before. I still don't understand men, but I do like them.

Author's note: Thank you for reading this. I know it was long, much longer than I intended, but once the story started, I couldn't stop. I hope you understand and enjoy. Please vote and leave your comments. I learn from constructive criticism and value your thoughts and opinions. Kisses and hugs to all. T.J.