Recently I heard a story on the news about some girl that got gang raped at a frat house. The boys say she consented and the girl said she was raped. It brought back memories of the one night I went to a party in college.
I just broke it off with a guy because I caught him cheating and I was angry and hurt. I wanted to show him I could get it whenever I wanted and two could play at that game. I drank a lot and went into this room with a guy I had just met fully intending on letting him fuck me. He didn’t take long and when he was done I looked up and there was several other people there, men and women just watching.
He got up but I just laid there totally unsatisfied. Then this other guy crawled into bed with me and I thought why the fuck not and let him fuck me. I was really not feeling anything sort of dead inside but he seemed to be enjoying it a lot. I looked over and there was this girl on her knees giving her guy a blow job and that turned me on just seeing her head bob back and forth as she was pleasuring him.
About that time the guy on me got off and pulled out. I could have gotten up but I just didn’t want to. Another guy crawled between my legs and started putting it in. This guy was fucking huge and if I hadn’t just had two guys in there I don’t know if I could have taken it. He was gentle and slow and really knew how to use it so for the first time ever I had an orgasm with a guy inside of me.
He finished shortly after and pulled out and I felt so empty. I was about to get up again but another guy was waiting and truthfully I wasn’t done. People seemed to be standing closer and even the women seemed turned on by watching. The girl giving that guy a blow job now had two guy standing in front of her and she was switching between the two of them holding their dicks in her hands.
It seemed like there was a never ending line of boys but eventually came the last one. I dressed and staggered to the door. This one really nice guy helped me and offered to drive me home. I was getting light by the time we left and when we got to my place he walked me to the door and kissed me like we were returning from a date! He asked me for my number and wanted to take me to dinner, I was totally shocked. Thing is I don’t remember him fucking me.
We actually dated for a long time after that before we had sex. I never understood why he wanted to date a girl who everyone had fucked and I just couldn’t get passed that. As time went on I decided to move, after all everyone knew what I had done. I graduated at the end of that year and moved two states away for a job.
I thought I would never ever do something like that again but then I met Dave. He came out to me as bisexual and that interested me. He talked me into a threesome with another guy and wow I loved it. He made it clear he was only bi when a woman was present and I made it clear I was OK with the MFM threesomes but no other women, ever. He agreed and that is where I am at now. We are married and still occasionally invite another guy to be with us and I do have another lover that Dave knows about but this guy is straight and doesn’t know Dave know about the affair. I just go home and tell him in detail every time.
Wow always wanted to do that never worked up the nerve. Had two guys one day but seperatly and it was great. Wish my husband would go for me having another lover as after ten years sex has become boring.