Wild Whisper

I'm starting a series of short stories narrating my everyday experiences. I'm calling it Quickies as it will be a quick read. But I'm sure you will love them as much as my longer stories.

My ex worked in the Merchant Navy. He would be at sea for seven to eight months a year. Steel decks, salt air, changing weather.

It was perfect for me to explore being a free-use cum dump that I am.

There was hardly any physical intimacy between us. Even when he would be back home, we never had sex. Not even a kiss.

I had started suspecting he was gay, living with all men on the ship for most of the year.

One night, he invited two of his friends over. You can always tell sailors. They were tall, sun-worn skin, thick forearms. Men who spent months at sea without a woman in sight.

All that pent-up frustration doesn't disappear after they're back on land. Ironically, I never saw this in my husband. I couldn't care less.

I wore a tight top and a short skirt just above my knees. My husband didn't like it, of course. But he didn't stop me either.

All he cared about was drinking and playing cards.

When his friends arrived, they didn't bother pretending not to look. Their eyes moved slowly from my face to my feet.

I know that look. It can get me pregnant.

I let them enjoy my body. Crossing and uncrossing my legs, adjusting my hair.

I could literally feel their testosterone rising.

After the first round of drinks, we started playing cards.

At the table, my husband sat across me, and his friends on either side.

But there was another game being played. I felt a knee touching my left leg. Intentional. I didn't react.

Then a slow foot rub on the right. I just smiled and opened my legs wide below the table. That was enough for them.

I could see they were not able to concentrate on the game. The drinks, the sexual frustration, having your colleague's wife letting you grope her when he is beside you.

It showed on their faces. I was sure they were hard as fuck.

And then almost at the same time, fingers ran over both my thighs. I bit my lips and curled my toes.

It was an amazingly weird feeling for me too. Having my husband, drinking, sitting across me and letting two of his friends grope me under the table.

Every touch sent waves through my body. My nipples were hard, my pussy moist, my breathing heavy.

It doesn't take much for men who have been deprived of women for months. It doesn't take much when a woman makes it clear she is easy.

Meanwhile, my husband drank the way he always did. Too fast. Too much.

By the time he could barely speak, we knew how the night would end.

They carried him into the bedroom and he passed out.

I went to another room and sat on the edge of the bed.

One friend entered and pounced on me. Literally. His lips and tongue explored my mouth, his hands on all my curves.

He pushed my top and bra up and started sucking on my breasts while fingering me. My body was pulsating with pleasure.

I knew my husband was knocked out for the night. But they were not sure. The other friend was keeping a watch. Poor guy.

Without removing my skirt, he pulled down my panties and slipped his cock inside my dripping wet pussy and it felt so good.

He began thrusting hard and fast. I crossed my legs around him and pushed him inside me. He emptied himself inside me and held me tightly lying over me.

Then he pulled out and went out. I was lying there on the bed. The other friend came in. Yeah, poor guy. He had to hold on to his throbbing cock, waiting for his turn.

And he showed how much he wanted it. Without a word or any foreplay, he shoved his it inside me and started pounding. He didn't last long though. He was done within a couple of minutes.

I could see some disappointment on his face, but the night was young.

I told him to call the other friend but he was worried about my husband. I assured him, that he is as good as in coma.

They closed the door, pulled out my top and bra. Each started sucking one of my breast and took turns to finger me.

I was in the pleasure zone.

I got down on my knees and grabbed the second guys cock. The first one pulled up my hips, started fucking my pussy.

I was being spit-roasted by my husband's two friends in my home while he was passed out in the other room.

They finished. We smoked for some time and they switched positions.

After we were done, I gave them my bra and panty. I was more than happy to let them release their pent-up frustration on me.

They left, I changed and went to sleep beside my clueless, stupid husband. He would never know. And that was the point.

The next morning I told him he had planned another playing session with them. He didn't remember but he was happy. So was I. It went as planned.

Later, I also met them a few times in cheap hotels and whenever my husband invited them for the cards, they were more than happy to 'come'.