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  “That would be great. What do you think, Carol?” Noah asks.

  “Why not? We’re all having fun.” I turn to John. “Aren’t we?”

  “Yeah, we are. Let’s take this party upstairs,” John agrees.

  Six

  We must show the keycard to our suite to take the elevator to our floor and I feel self-conscious being a single woman surrounded by four men, as if the security guard knows what we’re up to. But I don’t even know what’s happening. I have a guess—an insane, wildly improbable guess—but I’m having trouble believing it could be true. I can’t believe my husband would set something like this up. I can’t believe he’d even be okay with my doing this. I also have issues with the thought he would set something like this up without consulting me first. It’s one thing to share a fantasy in the bedroom—in the heat of passion—it’s another to set me up for something so outrageous without even asking first. What would they all do if I freaked out and ran from the room? But I haven’t freaked out yet. If anything, I’m having way too much fun so far.

  Our group is mostly quiet in the elevator as the compact space is filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. What if the guys are feeling like I am, like they can’t believe this might happen? John fumbles with slipping the keycard into the slot and has to use both hands. We all file into the suite.

  “Can I get you guys a drink?” John asks.

  “That would be great,” Conner replies.

  My husband starts toward the bar, but I grab his arm and drag him toward the bedroom, telling the guys, “We’ll be right back.” I close the doors behind us and face John down.

  “Is this what I think it is?”

  “What do you think it is?” John shifts nervously from foot to foot. He’s not normally the nervous type.

  “I think you’re setting me up with those guys.”

  “Setting you up?”

  “Do you want me to fuck them?” I hiked my thumb back toward the door.

  “Do you want to fuck them?”

  “John, stop jerking me around. You set me up. This is your surprise, isn’t it?”

  “Keep your voice down. You don’t want them to hear.”

  I glare at him.

  “I thought this is something you wanted.”

  “You think I want to be gangbanged?”

  “That makes it sound so harsh. Come on, Carol, you remember those fantasies in our bedroom. When we talked about these guys you got crazy.”

  He has me there, but… “That was a fantasy, in our bedroom. Why didn’t you talk to me before just springing it on me?”

  “I wanted it to be a surprise. And I didn’t want you to talk yourself out of it. Just go for it, Carol. You know it will be incredible.”

  “And you’re okay with me doing this? You’re not jealous?”

  “Have I ever been the jealous type?”

  “This is different, John, and you know it. What are you going to do, just sit out there while the guys take me into the bedroom?”

  John looks sheepish. “Well… I’d like to watch, if you don’t mind.”

  That shuts me up. I wouldn’t have guessed he’d go there. “That’s something you’re into?”

  “I don’t know. It’s hot when I think about it, so I should try it while I have the chance. But only if you want me there.”

  “Yeah, you can be there.”

  The words come out of my mouth and I realize I’ve just admitted that I want to do this. I hadn’t meant to do that. I want to think about it more, but isn’t that only because I think I should? I have to consider that all the alcohol I’ve consumed is clouding my judgment, but I really do want to do this—I think. Can I do such a thing? What would that make me—besides a very happy woman? It’s not cheating, my husband set me up for it, but it’s not exactly holding to my vows. I stare down at the diamond and wedding bands on my finger. I never pictured being in a position like this back when John put those on me. I thought I would be his—and his alone—forever. And now there are three guys standing in the other room who want to have sex with me—and I think I want it too.

  “And they want to do this?” I ask.

  “They seem into it to me, but you can go ask them if you like.”

  “Shut up!”

  “Don’t feel like you have to do this because everyone is here. I only want it to happen if you want it to. Was I crazy to set this up, Carol?”

  I pace in front of the doors, literally wringing my hands. I’m almost forty years old and I’m still afraid just to take what I want. I’m afraid of what people might think if they find out. But it was trying to be who everyone expected that had led me into my first, insufferably boring, marriage. It’s supposed to be different with John, and it has been. He’s given me the freedom to be who I want to be, and in the strangest way possible, he’s giving me the chance to do it again right now.

  I don’t answer my husband, I just turn and open the doors to the sitting room. The guys all turn expectantly. I’ve never been more nervous, but I paste on a confident smile.

  “So, you’re all here for me?”

  “We are,” Noah says.

  “But whatever happens is up to you,” Mateo adds.

  “John made it very clear to us. This is all about you. It can be whatever you want it to be,” Conner says.

  I strut over to the bar, putting an extra wiggle in my hips, and the guys’ eyes all track me. I’ve never felt sexier. I open the tequila and take a long pull from the bottle. “How does this sort of thing work?”

  Mateo laughs. “It’s not like we’ve ever done this sort of thing before. We hoped you could tell us what you want.”

  “I’m a little overwhelmed here. I don’t even know where to begin,” I tell them, taking another slug of tequila. I wince, but the burn feels good. It makes me feel invincible.

  Noah comes to me, hand at my waist, the other taking the bottle from my hand. He guides me to the middle of the room. Mateo comes closer, but Conner hangs back again. Noah nuzzles in my hair, lightly kisses my cheek. It feels wonderful and I close my eyes.

  “How do you want it, Carol? Do you want us all at once, or one at a time?”

  The words come effortlessly to my lips. I’m operating on pure instinct now.

  “I want you all…I want you all to take me.”

  “If that’s what you want…” Noah whispers. His lips are so soft on my cheek.

  “Don’t ask me anymore. Don’t talk anymore. Just do it. Just take me. I want to do what you want. I want to be controlled.”

  Noah grabs the back of my neck and kisses me powerfully. He invades my mouth and I battle back against him, giving him my passion. Other hands are on my body, caressing and exploring. Noah still holds me in the kiss and strokes my cheek, giving his friend free reign to touch me. I don’t even bother trying to figure out whether it’s Mateo or Conner. Does it matter? Someone’s hands knead my butt, inching my skirt up. My skimpy black panties don’t cover much. I deliberately didn’t wear a thong as my husband doesn’t favor them, but it turns out I wasn’t dressing for John, was I? My cheeks are playfully slapped, and I jump, pressing my sex harder into Noah.

  I’m being turned, and I learn it was Mateo touching me, right before he takes over kissing me. Now I do wonder what Conner is doing. He hasn’t participated much this evening. Mateo kisses me like he wants to consume me, and I feel he’s more of a seducer than Noah, who seems to want to dominate. The guys’ differing styles make giving myself to them all the more exciting.

  While Mateo kisses me and enjoys my ass, Noah—it must be—sweeps my hair aside and starts kissing my shoulders, giving me chills. He finds the button holding the halter collar closed and opens it and pulls at the drop of my dress, which is held in place by Mateo’s body. Mateo gets the hint and peels himself away long enough for Noah to undress me. The dress falls to my waist and my bare breasts are briefly exposed to the guys. My diamond pendant necklace, my 5th anniversary gift from John, twinkles in the light.
A girl loves diamonds, but three hot guys are a pretty good gift too. Noah works the zipper on the skirt down and the dress cascades from my hips. I’m left nude but for my panties and heels.

  They let me keep my panties, but Noah presses into my back so I’m sandwiched between the guys. I feel both their hard-ons grinding into me. Mateo kisses me and Noah’s lips and hands roam. I have trouble keeping track of who is doing what, but it’s all wonderful. With four hands on me, it feels like every inch of me is being caressed at the same time. Mateo makes enough space to massage my breasts, while Noah holds me against him, his bulge pressing into the small of my back. His hand snakes around and he touches me through my panties. He finds my panties damp and rubs me there.

  I’m weak in the knees from all their attention and I push away from Mateo. Noah keeps me against him and keeps touching me. I look forward at Mateo with lust hooded eyes, my lips parted as I pant. I feel like someone should have put on some music. The room is so quiet I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, and my own breathing. I look over to Conner, who seems to be waiting for an opening, and then to my husband, who’s watching with a shocked expression. I hope it’s good-shocked. I’m on display for all my men, and Noah is teasing me like I’m his plaything. I like being a plaything.

  “Having fun yet?” Noah asks, nibbling on my neck.

  I nod and breathe, “Yeah. You’re driving me crazy.”

  “We haven’t even started,” Noah replies, chuckling.

  “Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Mateo suggests.

  “Good idea. Looks like there’s a nice big bed in there,” Noah says.

  Noah releases me, and I stagger for a moment. Everyone stares at me and I realize they’re waiting for me to do something. I straighten my spine, pushing my boobs forward, and walk confidently into the bedroom, the four men following me like eager puppies. The bedroom is wide rather than long, with a padded bench at the foot and a TV mounted on the wall to the left of the doors. To my left is the master bathroom and to my right is a floor-to-ceiling window looking out at the dark mountains. The men fan out to my sides, with John taking a chair in the corner.

  Conner is standing by the window and that’s where I go first. I want him to know he’s as much a part of this as the others. If he doesn’t get more aggressive, he’s going to be left behind. I smile up at him and pull him into a kiss. Conner’s arms go around me, his hands settling on my ass. His grip is strong, and he almost lifts me out of my heels. His kiss is earnest and sweet. It feels like the way he’d kiss his girlfriend. It’s a nice change-up from the other guys, but it rocks me a little. Emotion is supposed to be kept out of this. I feel like the others just see me as a sexual conquest, but maybe Conner has a crush. I hope seeing his friends screw my brains out will break him out of that. I pull at his shirt, hoping to show him I’m eager for him. Conner whips his shirt over his head and then I’m kissing his broad, muscular chest. He’s got the kind of body women my age dream about, hard, smooth and nearly hairless. I feel him trembling as I kiss his chest, and as I flick my tongue over his nipple he moans softly. His fingers dig painfully into my butt, and I lick again.

  “Carol…” Conner hisses.

  I turn away from him to find Noah and Mateo have stripped nude. Their cocks stand out ahead of them, but Mateo is only at half-mast. I try not to take it personally. It’s got to be a little weird to get hard in a roomful of guys. Still, Mateo is impressive even partially erect. I’m unsure how I’ll handle that when he’s hard. Noah has a nice cock too, long, but not as thick as his friend’s. He’s fully shaved, not just trimmed like Mateo. It looks a little strange, I have to admit. I smile and take one of them in each hand. I stare at Mateo’s cock in my left hand. My wedding ring stares back at me accusingly. Both of my married hands are filled with cocks, and neither of them belong to my husband.

  “Are these for me?” I ask, lightly tugging them. Both guys groan.

  “What do you want to do with them?” Mateo wants to know.

  “I’ve never had more than one at a time to play with. I’m not sure.” I smile coyly.

  “Let me help you decide,” Noah says.

  Noah uses a hand on my shoulder to sit me on the bench at the foot of the bed. The bench is low, bringing their pricks to the perfect height for me. I still don’t have a plan, so I go on instinct. I continue stroking them, but then I lean into Noah and start kissing and licking his cock. He’s taken the lead, so I’m naturally drawn to him first. He groans as my tongue traces up and down his length. He tastes clean and fresh, which I appreciate. Playing with a shaved cock and balls is a new experience for me, but I think I like it. I can run my tongue all over him without anything getting in my way.

  It’s a good thing I’ve always been an excellent multitasker, because playing with two cocks at once is a challenge. When I go down on my husband I use both hands with my mouth. I try to give Noah my full attention, while remembering to stroke Mateo. Once I’ve tasted every inch of Noah, I take him in my mouth. He’s a solid mouthful and I take him deep while sucking hard. I swear I can feel him growing in my mouth.

  “That’s really fucking good, Carol. Damn,” Noah coos, stroking my hair.

  I give Noah a nice sample of what’s to come and then turn to Mateo, only to find a surprise. Standing nude beside his friends is Conner. My eyes widen. He’s the biggest of them all. A heavy, thick piece of meat hangs between his legs and I don’t know if I can even fit it in my mouth. I reach for him and my fingers won’t even close around him. He twitches when I start jerking him and he grows in my hand. I still stroke Mateo, but he wants a turn with my mouth, and he guides it to his cock.

  I feel like a porn queen. Mateo holds his dick and feeds it to me because my hands are busy with his friends. I eagerly lick and kiss him, just like I did for Noah, but Mateo presses me lower. I suck his heavy, dark balls, slurping as they slip from my mouth. Mateo groans and keeps my face down there, his cock laying on my cheek. Mateo has a musky taste that I like. My tongue darts to his taint and his body jerks. I’m deep in there, my face buried between his thighs, until Mateo draws me back to put his cock back in my mouth. With my hands busy, it’s up to him to control the pace. My lips stretch around his girth, but he’s not too rough as he feeds me his cock.

  “Look up at me, baby. So beautiful. That’s it, Carol, suck it like that,” Mateo encourages, smoothing my hair back from my face.

  I open my eyes to find my glasses are totally smudged now. He’s blurry when I look up at him, but I can still see the lust on his face and it makes me glow. I want to please him and try to take him deeper, my slurping growing louder. When he pulls his cock from my mouth, saliva drips from it and I’m left panting.

  “You’re really into sucking cock, aren’t you, babe?” Mateo asks.

  I smile as I shift a hand to him. For the moment, Noah is the odd man out. “I aim to please.”

  “It’s about pleasing you tonight, babe. But first give Conner a taste,” Mateo says.

  “My pleasure,” I reply, licking my lips.

  Conner is not quite as trimmed as Mateo, but he’s clean down there. I grip him tightly and precum drips from his tip. He’s hard now from my handjob, no longer too shy in front of his friends. I give him a good licking and he trembles. I kiss his heavy balls briefly, but I’m excited for the main course. I want to know how much of his fat cock I can take into my mouth. I don’t know that I’ve ever been with a man so big. I open my mouth wide and I can still barely fit him in there. I take a deep breath and stretch wider. Conner’s hand goes to the back of my head and pushes. I’m sure he’s used to girls having to work to take his cock.

  “Damn, dude. I had no idea you were packing that. But look at her go! Carol fucking wants that hog,” Noah says.

  I start to choke and Conner backs off. I have to pace myself to breathe with that thing in my mouth. I move my hand to Noah, giving Conner complete control. He’s gentle, and I’m thankful. I couldn’t take him if he wasn’t. Maybe only half hi
s length is in my mouth, but I do my best to pleasure him. I can only imagine what my husband is thinking watching this. A giant cock in my mouth, while I jerk off two others. Will he ever look at me the same again? With three naked men crowded in front of me I can’t look at John to check in.

  We go that way for a while. It feels endless. I suck one of them, then move to the next. It’s easy to jerk them off when they’re wet from my mouth. The guys get more aggressive with me, especially Noah. He holds my head and fucks my mouth, barely backing off when I gag. He doesn’t seem to care if I can breathe. He likes it when I gag on his cock, I can tell. I like being manhandled more than I should. I think of all those years of lackluster sex with my ex and it makes being used like this feel so much sexier.

  “Yeah, Carol, yeah. Take that cock. Show us you love it. You love that cock, honey, I know you do,” Noah moans. “Fuck, honey, take it deep. Take it like that…oh yeah…oh yeah…”

  Noah is the only one to come then. His cock is buried in my throat when he starts twitching and his cum shoots down my throat. He pulls back when I choke hard, and he’s still blasting when his head clears my lips. He pulls my head back by my hair and I stare up at him through smudged glasses as he paints my face, streaks of cum washing over my cheeks and across my glasses.

  “You’re hot as shit, Carol. You’re fucking incredible, honey,” Noah sighs. His cock smacks my cheek, still half-hard.

  “You could give a girl a warning next time,” I tell him, smiling.

  He chuckles. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

  “I didn’t say I did. It’s a long time since I had a facial. I forgot how sexy it feels.”

  “Damn, honey.” Noah looks like he wants to throw me down on the bed and fuck me, but he’s going to have to get it hard again first.

  Mateo picks me up and lays me on the bed, whispering a constant stream of seductive words as he positions me and kisses my neck and shoulders. Hearing a hot young guy like Mateo telling me how sexy and beautiful and amazing I am does a number on me. I’d be putty in his hands even if he weren’t touching me—but he is, and it’s marvelous. He is so good with his hands. Mateo lays on the bed beside me, touching and kissing. His cock is hot where it touches my leg. He worships my breasts, sculpting them like they are works of art, and when he teases my tingling nipples I twist toward him, moaning his name. I run my fingers through his hair while his tongue attacks my nipples, making me want to scream. I know we’re being watched by the others and I don’t care. I hope they’re jealous and dying for their turn. Mateo keeps sliding down my body, his lips soft on my flat belly. My panties are whisked away by someone. He goes lower still, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He delicately spreads me open and when his lips brush mine, I cry out.