I am a 37-year-old married woman who recently discovered that her louse of a husband was cheating on her with his 20-something secretary. I’d had my suspicions for a while, but they were finally confirmed when I found a credit card statement with a number of charges for pricey hotels, flowers, jewelry and other expensive gifts. I couldn’t believe it. Not only had my husband betrayed me, but the bastard was treating his mistress better than he ever treated me!
Naturally I ran to my best friend, Angela, and poured my guts out, as well as downing a large portion of the contents of her liquor cabinet. After letting me blow off some steam, Angela surprised me by saying that she was in the same boat, having discovered a while back that her husband was cheating on her as well. She then informed me that she had dealt with it by getting herself a couple of well-hung studs and letting them bang her brains out. She said not only did she get the satisfaction of getting back at her cheating spouse, but it was by far the best sex she had ever experienced. She asked me what I thought about it, and I told her it sounded like a pretty good idea to me.
Angela then excused herself as I helped myself to another drink. She came back several minutes later, and we continued talking. It was about half an hour later when the doorbell rang. Angela went to answer it, coming back with Paul and Allen, the 19-year-old twin sons of a couple of friends of ours. Rather than returning to the couch where we’d both been sitting, Angela sat in a chair directly across from me, while the guys sat down next to me, one on each side.
They then began saying some sympathetic things to me about my husband’s infidelity. I couldn’t believe Angela had told them about it. While I was trying to understand why she would share such personal information with them, Paul was going on about how sorry he was for what had happened, saying he couldn’t understand why my husband would do such a thing, since I was not only a nice woman, but very attractive as well. Allen agreed, saying that if I was his wife, or even his girlfriend, he would treat me the right way. Angela then suggested he show me just what he meant.
The next thing I knew Allen had tilted my face toward him and was giving me a deep, passionate kiss. I was caught so off-guard I didn’t know what to do. I was still trying to process what was going on when he broke off the kiss. But I wasn’t given a moment to collect my thoughts before Paul turned my head toward him and did the same, driving his tongue down my throat.
The next thing I knew I was kissing him back, tangling his tongue with my own. Lord knows my husband hadn’t kissed me like that for years, if not decades.
While that was going on I felt the buttons on my blouse being undone. It was eased off me, followed by my bra, leaving my rather large breasts to bounce free. Hands went for my skirt and panties, and I found myself raising my hips to ease their removal.
Paul now disengaged his mouth from mine, but only to relocate it to one of my tits, while Allen did the same on the other side. As the guys sucked away they took turns fingering my pussy. I glanced toward Angela, who had a wicked little smile on her face. By now it was obvious who those studs were who had serviced her needs, and that she had thoughtfully volunteered them for my case as well.
The guys stopped working over my tits long enough to remove their own clothing. Angela hadn’t been kidding—they were really hung, much more so than my cheating hubby. I didn’t think twice before spreading my legs in invitation. Paul got between them and worked his tool inside me, quickly burying himself up to the hilt. He started fucking me with fast, vigorous strokes. I had forgotten what it was like to have sex with someone who actually wanted you, instead of treating it like an obligation. I fed off his youthful enthusiasm and came quickly, and he followed hot on my heels, filling me with a hefty load of his sperm.
Allen was quick to take Paul’s place and began banging away as well. He wasn’t quite as long as Paul, but was thicker, the contrast making it just as pleasurable an experience. Like his buddy, Allen popped quickly, this time just as I was about to climax, so while it was delightful, I felt a bit of frustration too.
Paul wasn’t hard enough yet to fuck me again. I was considering giving him a blowjob to help him along, when Angela got up from her chair and walked over to me, then fell to her knees and buried her face between my legs. Now, Angela had told me plenty of stories about her wild college days, including how she’d enjoyed her share of pussy as well as cock, but I had thought those days were behind her. Obviously they weren’t, as she lapped away at my loins with gusto. She proved herself to be a fabulous pussy eater, getting me off in less than a minute, and then giving me a second orgasm as fast as any cock had done. The guys watched avidly, stroking their rods as they kept saying what a hot scene it was.
As I recovered from my second climax, Angela stripped off her clothing, then lay on her back and pointed at her own shaven pussy. Well, one good turn deserved another, so I returned the favor. While I hadn’t had any experience with another woman, I caught on pretty fast—or at least it seemed that way, judging from the way Angela was groaning and squirming around. I managed to give her an orgasm of her own, which left me savoring the flavor of another woman for the first time. I rather enjoyed it, and could see how a gal could get hooked on it just like a guy, so I went back for seconds.
As I continued working over Angela’s pussy, Paul grabbed my hips and lifted me up so I was on my knees. He then sank his cock into me and fucked me harder than before. He went at me so furiously that I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. The action was too hot for Allen to just stand around watching, so he held his own reinvigorated cock up to Angela’s moaning mouth, and she eagerly sucked it down.
Paul gave me a pair of quick climaxes before filling me with yet another load and pulling out. Once more Allen took up the spot his friend had vacated, though this time Angela joined in, positioning herself directly under me and running her tongue along my pussy lips as Allen’s cock worked on my insides. The double action was more than I could stand, and I cried out with ecstasy as I started coming harder and faster than before. When Allen popped, Angela was there to suck out the mingling of his juices and mine.
We kept at it for another couple of hours before calling it a day, and I left in the happiest mood I could remember. Now we get together several times a week as the three of them “console” me in my time of need. Angela was right: getting your brains fucked out is a great way of dealing with a cheating spouse. In fact I’m kind of sorry my husband didn’t do it sooner, as I missed out on way too much fun of my own.
—S.R., Washington, D.C.