I’ve had 5 partners in my life. Three of them were all in one crazy, slutty weekend on a houseboat. [MF][MF][MFM]

Hello guys, I just wanted to share this story that I was reminded of this weekend because of the Facebook “on this day” feature which featured some pics from the sexiest and craziest weekend of my life. I’m writing this from memories, so obviously direct quotes are kind of paraphrased and I did fill in a few details that were hazy. This story is long but good I promise. Go to “FRIDAY” if you just want action. I may have to split this into parts.

I’ll try to keep the background somewhat short. My name is Michelle, I’m 29 now and married. I’ve been married and settled down for a few years now. I met my husband in college and we’ve been together ever since except for a 6 month or so period right after college when we were both kind of “finding ourselves.”

I grew up in a mildly sheltered background. Nothing crazy, no religious fanatics or anything like that, but I had a small group of friends in the suburbs and didn’t even drink a beer until college. My future husband Brad met my group and fit in well. However, he had friends from high school that were wild. It was a bunch of frat boys and a few boys that were basically the types of girls frat boys like. We’d hang out with them from time to time but not real often because in general I didn’t party like them and neither did Brad anymore.

However, we had agreed to go on a 4th of July houseboat trip the year after college but because we’d broken up Brad backed out. I forgot to ever contact them and got a call from one of his friends reminded me when it was. After initially wanting to cancel, I decided to go because I wanted to have fun and do something adventurous for once.

As a little more background, I want to be clear that I’m not a prude. I’ve always been the kind of girl that has a healthy sex drive and is willing to try new stuff, I’ve just never been outwardly aggressive and had only had 3 partners prior to this, all in long term relationships. I’m the kind of girl that is quiet and doesn’t talk openly about sexuality but if you’re dating me…you’re going to have a good time.

So to the trip, I only knew a handful of Brad’s friends really well. The two I knew best were Sean and Matt, so I ended up driving down with them.

Based on facebook this occured in 2010, on which July 4th was a Sunday. So our trip was Thursday-Monday.

Thursday was awkward. I was almost in awe of this group. There were 7 guys and 8 girls overall. We set out and the drinks were already flowing. There was one guy trying to drink 24 beers per day on average for the whole trip. There was a guy who stated loudly that he wanted to find a girl on a random boat to “bang” each night. And the girls were something else; two of them were topless before we even were out of site of the dock. Another claimed she’d go toe for toe with the 24 beer guy. These weren’t the kind of people I was used to hanging out with, but honestly it was kind of exciting. I had no idea what was in store for the weekend.

I only brought a case of beer and one bottle of some kind of girly liquer but Matt and Sean assured me I’d never run out of booze.

The first night was wild, it looked like one of those teen movie party scenes. Naked beer pong, a game of strip poker where 6 people all ended up naked, a guy and girl who were dating fucking in the hot-tub with people just coming and going from that deck as they pleased. I had a few drinks but felt somewhat uncomfortable. Part of me was DYING to let loose and break out of my shell but I was scared to. I wasn’t the topless beer pong player type.

FRIDAY:

Matt and Sean must have noticed. The next day they pulled me aside and told me if I wasn’t comfortable one of them could kinda chill with me and make sure it wasn’t too weird. I told them I was fine and I really just wanted to fit in with everyone and have a good time.

So I started to loosen up and day drank throughout the day with the guys and girls and was having a really good time. I even got in a few games of beer pong and quarters and other drinking games and had a good time. Sean had kind of been my partner in crime for all these things and had been pretty flirty. At night we had been sleeping in cabins right across from each other.

It got late into the night and we found ourselves down underneath the boat in our cabins. I was chatting with him and we were laughing and joking, both pretty drunk by that point. I went into his cabin. In those tiny rooms on those boats he was hysterically large. Sean stands just over 6 feet tall, very muscular and probably 195 lbs. He played football in college. He has dark hair and blue eyes which just pull you in. I on the other hand am petite, 5’3 and I weigh 105 lbs with green eyes and shoulder length straight blonde hair, blue eyes, 32B boobs, and nice legs and butt (I was a swimmer and soccer player in high school).

Now that we have the obvious physical descriptions out of the way….I was kind of messing with him saying we couldn’t fit in the same room. He fake squeezed himself into the corner of the room and said there was plenty of room to come hang out and pulled me in towards him. We kinda fell on the little overly soft bed together and were just laughing.

He rolled toward me and our eyes caught. He tried to kiss me. His lips barely touched me and I pulled away, really just out of habit because I’d been with Brad for so long.

“Oh shit I’m…fuck I’m sorry,” Sean said. “I didn’t mean to…I know that’s not right…”

“No it’s okay…” I said, I’m single. “I’m just not sure…”

He laughed it off and said, “No big deal just know…the offer stands…”

We continued talking and flirting. We finished our last drinks and I was about to head to bed. I gave him a big hug and told him I was about to head out. As I got up he said again, “remember Michelle, if you’re lonely over there, the offer still stands…”

I got to the door which was halfway open and started to walk through it. My heart started pounding…this was my chance. This was my chance to finally bust out of the shell, to prove that I’m not the quiet scared girl they think I am.

I closed the door and turned around. I walked over to the bed where Sean was lying and straddled him. I was still in my bikini and he was shirtless in his now dried swim trunks. I immediately felt a heat go through me, realizing the gravity of the move I’d just made. I put my hands on his chest and he looked up at me pretty much in awe or surprise or some combination of the both.

“I’m glad you decided to stay…” he said as I leaned in and kissed him. His strong arms flew around me, pulling me in and kissing me deeply. Our lips stayed locked and our tongues danced together, his kiss altogether different from Brad’s but oh so good. His hands moved up and down my sides, reaching around and grabbing my tight ass, giving me a light playful spank.

Our make out session intensified. My top came off at some point and the sounds of our lips and tongues became the only audible thing in the room. His hands were grasping at my breasts in the near darkness, just enough dim outdoor light that as we finally broke our kiss he could see my thin body on top of him.

“My god you’re so sexy…” he muttered as he rolled me over. I slid my legs upwards so he could pull my bottoms off, leaving me completely naked. He kissed me again, his hands exploring me while we made out for a few more moments. He moved down my body, his lips and tongue exploring each breast, each nipple already hard from his fingers getting even harder. He kissed down my belly, his hands finding their ways to my boobs while he made his way downward.

One thing I never liked about Brad in bed was he was (and still is) pretty stingy with oral, which is by far my favorite thing! Sean’s tongue teased around my clit, slowly finding my inner thighs and tasting all around me.

Finally he hit it. I was already soaked from the intensity of the situation and his hands. I arched by back as he began licking circles on my clits, his hands never stopping their work on my breasts and belly.

He was amazing, he would switch from licking fast little circles on my clit to burying his tongue deeper inside my pussy. He had his arms under my hips practically lifting me up when I finally came, becoming soaked as his tongue was going crazy on my pussy.

He pulled his shorts off and got on his haunches, pulling me towards him. His cock was fairly large, definitely bigger than Brad’s. Looking back I’d say it was probably a little over 7 inches and very thick. He pushed into me slowly. Even wet it was a little uncomfortable at first and I had to ask him to go a little slower.

As he began slowly thrusting in and out of me the pain finally let up and pleasure took over. “You’re good now…go…” I told him. He picked up speed. He lifted me again slightly, my butt coming up off the bed and my g-spot being hit perfectly. I’m not a screamer, and I tried to be quiet, but it became difficult. My moans filled the room with his heavy breathing as he fucked me.

I couldn’t believe for how drunk he was how he was able to fuck me with such an amazing rhythm. It was amazing. He kept going and going, picking up speed here and there and then slowing down. Finally he went hard and fast, one hand under my ass and one on my boob, playing with my nipple. I could feel the second orgasm rising inside of me and clenched the sides of him, pulling him into me.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum again…” was all I could manage. I fell backwards and gripped the sheets and he continued to fuck me hard…upon feeling me tense up he slowed down, pushing a few more hard thrusts into me until I collapsed fully.

“I need a break Michelle, can you get on top?” he asked.

“It’s the least I can do,” I said, making us both chuckle.

He fell onto his back I positioned myself on top of him facing him, my hands running across his toned chest. I reached behind me and slid his cock into me, much more easily this time. I started grinding on him, just working my ass the way I knew guys had liked in the past. I started slow, doing small circular type patters on his dick while I rode him, working my hips the best I could.

He had both hands on my ass, helping me ride him. “Goddamn you’re so. fucking. good…” he muttered, turning his head to the side and gritting his teeth.

I got back on my feet a bit and began to speed up. Instead of simply grinding I began bouncing a little more, taking more and more of his cock in and out of me with each bounce. His breathing intensified, as did the feeling inside of me.

I continued to speed up. I remember him giving me a couple firm spanks on my ass as I rode him which turned me on and encouraged me even more. I have really strong legs and I’m able to go pretty fast on top so I gave him all I had, bouncing on his dick as I moaned slightly, exasperated and getting out of breath.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he said, “I just want to warn you.”

“Okay just tell me when…”

He reached up and grabbed my boobs. I could see him biting my lip and feel him tensing up as I rode him firmly and quickly.

“Oh fuck…” he began to push me to the side, “I’m cumming.” I slid off of him and onto my side. He got up on his knees and stroked his cock several times and then came, shooting several loads of his cum on the side of my ass and my belly.

He collapsed over me. “Holy fuck that was good,” (catching his breath), “sorry…I don’t know your birth control situation and ugh….we kinda forgot a condom so…”

I assured him I was on birth control but that he was smart anyway. We laid there in bed trying to calm down…and the next thing I knew it was morning and Sean was gone.

SATURDAY:

I’ll spare all the details but I found Sean eating breakfast. We talked briefly when we found alone time and decided the night before was awesome but we both wanted zero pressure on us to make it happen again, or not happen again, we’d just see what happens.

That day we went to a party cove on the lake and hung out with a bunch of other people on other party boats (at the suggestion of the aforementioned guy who wanted to “bang” everyone on the boats).

It was another day where the beer and liquor flowed. I had a newfound confidence from my night with Sean and was ready to have a great day. We started hanging out and drinking with a group that was from a city close to ours. We ended up on their boat and I immediately was struck by this guy named Ray. Ray was shorter and stockier, but had a striking jaw line and was crazy handsome, with light blonde hair and kind of a scruffy beard. He was fucking hot.

We were drawn to each other almost from the start, I think because we were the more quieter ones of each group and the only two not really playing the drinking games. A few drinks in I finally worked up the balls to talk to him.

We chatted a bit and I learned the basics; he had gone to school nearby and his family actually owned the boat we were on. He was getting ready for law school in the fall and was just getting a few more wild weekends in.

He kept making a joke about how he had the “master suite” on the boat because he was the boat owner and how it was pretty awesome and had so much on the regular crappy bedrooms on the boat. Before I even know what I was doing I asked if I could see the master suite. I promise I had no intention of anything happening; not initially anyway. I mean yes, I wanted to grab Ray and make out with him the entire time but I really wasn’t going to push it. I guess my newfound confidence was winning the day.

We went down below deck to the master suite, which was actually in the middle of the boat. It featured a regular double sized bed, a small twin type bunk bed, and a couple of tables and a big window. It was still a terrible room, but for these houseboats wasn’t bad.

He started showing me a music collection he had. He actually had vinyl which was pretty cool. We drank a glass of wine and sat on the bed. It felt like we were both waiting to make a move.

Not knowing this guy, and being less drunk than the night before, I didn’t know how to make the move. Thankfully, I didn’t have to.

As Ray switched records, he turned around. He had on some sort of slow music…something like Barry White or one of those guys (cheesy, but it worked). He turned back towards me and took my hand, lifting me from my seated position on the bed.

He pulled me up as if we were going to dance but before we even made a single move he kissed me. Holy shit was it good. I felt the same heat from the night before lightning through my body once again. “Jesus,” I thought to myself, “am I a fucking slut or something? Two guys in two days?”

We made out, his huge forearms wrapped around me. He lifted me up eventually, my legs curling around him as he grabbed my bikini clad ass and held me with my legs wrapped around his waist. This was hot. My now husband is a tall lanky kind of guy who can’t quite toss me around this way and it was such a turn on.

We continued making out in this fashion, Ray turning me around a bit, his bare chest pulled against mine as our make out session turned more intense by the minute. After what felt like forever he tossed me on the bed.

“Take off that bikini,” he said, matter of factly and very directly, “I’ve gotta see that body.” I was not used to this but his dominant tone turned me on like no other. I sat up slightly and reached behind myself to untie my bikni. I let it slide off to the side. I then rolled back and took off my bottoms. I playfully tossed them at him. “There ya go, any more orders boss?”

“Yes, I wanna see you touch yourself.”

Now, I’ve never been a big masturbator (sp?). Even to this day. I have a vibrator in my drawer that probably comes out 10 times a year and that’s about it. Much less had I ever done it in front of someone other than Brad who I’d been with for years.

But I felt so sexy with the way he was looking at him. I used a hand to grab my breast and the only to play with my stomach, slowly moving down towards my pussy.

I leaned back on the bed, looking at him and playfully licking my lips as my fingers found my clit for the first time. As I began to apply slight pressure with two fingers and run back and forth over my clit he slid his swim trunks off, now standing naked in front of me.

He began to stroke his cock, which was already hard. It wasn’t as long as Sean’s but was crazy thick. He was probably 6 inches but incredibly wide. He began stroking his cock while watching me play with myself. He got up on the bed next to me.

I began going faster on myself, occasionally pushing one or two fingers inside and then coming back out and hitting my clit. He finally moved his hand of his cock and began touching me. His powerful hands felt so good on me; somehow he was able to use the right amount of pressure so that I could feel how strong he was but he didn’t hurt me.

To return the favor, I moved slightly sideways and began stroking his cock. It felt so different in my hand from Brad’s. Or even Sean’s. I continued stroking him while he played with me.

We went on with this for several minutes and while neither of us came, I did get very wet. Finally I guess Ray had enough and rolled over, getting on top of me. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer and grabbed a condom out of it. He slipped it on and entered me slowly.

Since he hadn’t done oral it took a little longer to get going. He was so thick it really hurt initially but after a while I could relax. He began to go a little bit faster and got into a good groove. He would occasionally grab my boobs or lean forward and slip one of my nipples into his mouth. I began to really get lost in the moment.

He wasn’t quite as smooth as Sean had been but his overwhelming strength and power was intoxicating. We began going faster and faster in missionary. My legs were spread wide as he was a bigger guy and was fucking me really hard. I grabbed his leg to stabilize myself as I could feel the orgasm building.

“Ray I’m gonna cum…oh god….” was all I could get out as the orgasm rained over me.

Ray gave me zero seconds to come down from it. He flipped me over with ease into doggy style.

“Oh my god Michelle, this is quite a fucking view….”

He grabbed my ass with both hands. I could tell Ray was an assman from the beginning and this solidified it. He pulled me back on him and pushed his cock into me, continuing to hold my ass-cheeks with my hand.

He began fucking me, the slaps of his balls on my ass echoing in the small room. The music in the background could not even drown out the sound of our sex.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me even harder onto him. “OH fuck baby,” he would mutter, before spanking my ass and then grabbing my hips again to stabilize me. It felt amazing. For my part I began rocking back, keeping pace with him as he fucked me and doing as much as I could to keep rhythm. It felt so good.

I could tell he was close to cumming but I didn’t want him to yet. I’d always wanted a guy like to hold me against the wall during sex and I wasn’t going to let this one time I was with a guy as big and strong as him go to waste.

We slowed down a bit and I said, “Ray, I want you to hold me against the wall and fuck me.”

I had had it envisioned where he’d fuck me from behind but what he did was even sexier.

He picked me up like before, my legs around his waist but this time his cock firmly inside of me. He took me towards the corner of the room where there was a closet door which was open and had a mirror on it. We both watched as he placed me against the wall and began to fuck me…slowly at first.

Watching in the mirror was such a turn-on. I could see hi powerful quads holding me up, his dick sliding in and out of me thrust by thrust. My ass cheeks would jiggle just a little with each thrust, my perky tits jiggling less so.

We watched ourselves as he got in rhythm and began fucking me. We kissed several times, him kissing my neck and even down to my boobs, which I can’t imagine was a comfortable position for him. He felt amazing inside of me. I could quickly feel an orgasm building yet again as my fantasy was just tripled in intensity between the mirror and the the way he was holding me.

“Shit I’m gonna cum Michelle…” Ray said. “Are you ready?”

I just nodded at him, unable to speak. I looked towards my left and saw myself in the mirror, riding Ray’s cock. I could barely recognize myself…my face red and my hair messy, my boobs slightly bouncing. I felt both of my boobs and arched my neck back.

Ray kissed me and slammed into me, grunting. I tensed my pussy around his dick as I could feel him begin to cum. I moaned loudly several times, hitting an even bigger orgasm than I had before with him. I could feel the condom fill inside me, shot after shot of cum coming from Ray’s cock. As he began to get weak in the legs from his own orgasm he took me back to the bed where we collapsed, him still inside me.

We spent another hour or so together naked in his room, listening to and talking about music. Finally two of the girls from our group knocked on the door listening for me. The amount of time it took me to get to the door made it obvious I had to get dressed. They gave me shit and laughed about how I fucked Ray (not even knowing about Sean) all the way back to our boat.

SUNDAY

Sunday started really slow because everyone was so hungover from Saturday. I actually fell asleep (read: passed out) at like 1030 because I was so tired. But today was the 4th. Sunday was going to be the big blow out day because the boat was due back at noon on Monday and the trip would be over.

I had drank all my liquor but had my full case of beer left because all my other beers had been provided. I started into them early and often once things started Sunday and was feeling good by 4 or 5 PM.

By the time fireworks started going off around 8 or 9 people were feeling pretty good and the boat had a vibe like it had the first night. I specifically remember coming upstairs at one point and everyone on the top deck was naked. There were 4-5 people in the hot tub, each of the girls topless and the guys apparently naked. There was another beer pong game going on with all 4 players naked. It was insane.

We partied all night and I was really drunk but having a great time. As things started to calm down and people begun to pass out I ended up alone with Sean and Matt, the two guys I’d come down with.

We were hanging out in the rear cabin of the boat, where there was an open area with two couches and a table. The one couch was pulled out because this was actually Matt’s bedroom for the weekend as well. We were playing cards and finishing our last beers as no one was awake at this point except for a couple stragglers on the top deck.

At some point Matt made a comment how he it “sucked that ‘we’ didn’t get to hook up with anyone,” during the trip. The “we” he was talking about was he and Sean. He of course had no idea about Sean and me two days before.

Sean kinda quickly laughed out loud then stifled himself. Matt shot him a look. “Oh yeah like you hooked up with someone…”

Sean laughed again. “I did man…sorry about YOUR luck.”

“Fuck you…bullshit,” Matt said.

Sean looked at me and laughed. I turned beet red, not knowing how to react. Matt looked at me then back at Sean, then back.

“What the fuck?” Matt asked.

Sean, now practically cracking up said, “I don’t know ask Michelle she can vouch for me.”

I tossed a chip or something at him. “Fuck off Sean.”

“What the hell?” Matt asked again.

“Yes…” I began. “I can vouch for Sean. He did hook up with someone…”

I cackled a bit, “He was a great looking guy Matt you should have seen him.”

Matt and Sean both laughed…Sean then said, “Oh really Michelle? Because I don’t think I hooked up with a guy. But I can tell you I did hook up with someone at this table!”

I threw another chip at him and turned redder than ever. At this point it was obvious and Matt knew we actually had slept together. He started asking questions, clearly interested. What night? Where at? how did this happen?

“Matt sounds jealous…” Sean said at one point.

“Oh I’m sorry Matt baby,” I said making a sad face. I jokingly got up and walked over and sat on Matt’s lap. “Poor Matty never got to hook up with anyone this week. Are you the ONLY person on the boat that didn’t get any?”

Now it was Matt turning a bit red.

“It’s too bad Matt, Michelle really is good…” Sean said.

The tone had suddenly changed. Sean and I hadn’t talked about what had happened really other than our quick Saturday morning conversation. Now he was giving details.

We were all still in our swimsuits, me in a yellow bikini with pink flowers on it and the boys in their trunks. Matt is a good looking guy but definitely a different build than Sean. Matt is tall, like 6’4″ with blonde hair which is really short and blue eyes. He’s a very lean build…probably 6’4″ but only 175 or 180 lbs. I could feel him getting hard in his shorts as I sat on his lap.

“Oh someone is getting excited…” I said, rubbing my hand over the hard part of his shorts. In retrospect this is insane of me and shows how drunk I was. I was definitely in control but was 1000x bolder than I’d ever be if I was sober and it’s insane to me even now that I’d ever do something like that.

At some point Sean egged me and Matt on to make out so that Matt wouldn’t be the “only one…” so we did. Matt was a pleasantly good kisser. Less aggressive than Sean or Ray but good soft kisses nonetheless.

Sean started to run the show which was hot. He dared me to flash Matt, which I did. I actually took my top off and left it aside. We continued our game and turned it into strip poker and eventually we were all naked.

Sean dared me to stroke Matt at some point. Finally I decided to put back some of the pressure on Sean.

“Oh are you just gonna watch us? Creeper!” I said to him.

“Who said I was just going to watch?” Sean said.

I think Matt was frozen in awe at this point. I swiveled in the chair so I was facing Matt, straddling him. We started making out again while I stroked his cock. He was similar in size to Ray in length but thinner than either Ray or Sean. He was actually very similar in size to my husband Brad. But he was hard as a rock.

I had my eyes closed, kissing Matt when I felt Sean’s hands behind me…they eased over my shoulders and found their way down to my boobs, Sean eventually moving in from behind to kiss my neck.

A shiver went down my spine and my heart fluttered. What the fuck was going on here? Was this really happening?

Matt and Sean’s hands took turns on my breasts, Matt getting more intense with his kisses and finally getting more aggressive with his tongue, turning me on even more. His cock was dripping with pre-cum as I stroked him.

Sean eventually lifted me up from the chair, pulling me so I was on my hands and knees in front of Matt in the chair. Sean got down underneath me to go down on me again which I was dying to experience again.

I was left right in front of Matt’s cock and the move was obvious. I took his cock in my hand and guided to my mouth right as I felt Sean’s skilled tongue make it’s way to my clit.

I let out a loud moan as he got to work…his amazing oral abilities put on display once again. For my part, I took Matt’s cock in my mouth and began to pump the base with my hand while I took the head in my mouth.

I licked slowly up and down the bottom of his cock and tried to take as much as I could in my mouth. I’ve never felt very skilled at giving head but Matt was rock hard and clearly enjoying it.

I started to shudder the more and more Sean went to work down underneath me. As I got more and more revved up I worked harder on Matt’s dick, going up and down on it with more speed and using my tongue and my lips to put a little more pressure on him. He used his hand to guide my head, grabbing a clump of my hair.

After a few minutes I felt it…my orgasm building on Sean’s tongue just like the other night. I began to shake and tense my legs, Sean’s tongue hitting my clit at full speed. I took Matt’s cock out of my mouth to yell “Oh shit…fuck!” as I came all over Sean’s mouth and tongue.

Matt grabbed his cock and was stroking it as I fell to the side. We moved to the bed, Matt now taking a little bit of charge and moving between my legs and setting up shop with me in missionary position.

Sean moved to the head of the bed. I reached out and grabbed his already rock hard cock and put it in my mouth. Matt pushed his dick into my pussy, less resistance for him than when Sean fucked me. He began thrusting in and out of me, moving pretty quickly.

Sean was leaning back, biting his lip…it was such a sexy look…one I remembered from the Friday before. I was moving my head as much as possible to take as much of his thick cock as i could, which was far less than I could take of Matt. I continued stroking him as well.

I felt Matt’s hands on my tits as he fucked me faster and faster. “I’m gonna cum Shell,” he said after a couple minutes inside me. He pulled out and I looked up at him, wanting to watch him cum. Sean stood at my side and watched Matt stroke himself for another 15-20 seconds while I played with my clit.

Finally Matt started to cum, shooting several pent up shots over my belly and all the way up to my boobs. He wins biggest cummer award for the weekend! There was so much it was almost comical.

“Damn dude you really did need that,” Sean said, laughing at his friend.

“Fuck yeah I did,” Matt said.

“Isn’t this the point where we’re supposed to high five?” Sean said laughing. I slapped him in the belly. “Fuck you….” I said.

Sean got beside me and began to fuck me in missionary/sideways position, my ass slightly up in the air. Matt laid next to me, playing with my boobs intermittently and kissing me every now and then while Sean began to work a good strong rhythm.

I hadn’t cum with Matt which was unfortunate, though I had gotten off with oral at least so I was already happy. I figured I’d be okay even if I didn’t cum during sex tonight.

Sean had other ideas. He continued to work me, slapping my ass occasionally and fucking me harder and harder. Between him doing that and Matt licking my nipples and kissing me occasionally I was in fucking heaven…Before long I could feel the orgasm building and pushed my ass against Sean. He held me tight and pushed into me hard, hitting my g-spot several more times as I came, my moans stifled by Matt’s kiss.

But Sean wasn’t done…he rolled me all the way over. Matt was hard by this point, having just watched me get fucked and getting to touch my boobs and kiss me.

Sean whispered…”Matt get in front of her…Michelle I’ll fuck you doggy you can give Matt head some more….”

His directions were so hot. This was always the thing I needed! Someone to just bring this part of me out. I realized this was something I always WANTED to do I was just to fucking scared and meek to do it. But this is exactly the kind of thing I fantasized about but feared I’d never get to experience.

I got on my hands and knees, cum dripping off my belly from Matt earlier. Sean grabbed my ass and guided his cock back into me, beginning to fuck me. I leaned forward and grabbed for Matt’s dick, bringing it back to my mouth, tasting the sour remnants of his last cum. I’ve never been a huge cum fan but again I’m not a prude either.

Sean immediately went to work, fucking me hard but slow, not getting too overanxious but definitely letting me know he was there. I began my same old style on Matt, his head guiding me as I sucked the top half of his cock and used my hand to stroke the base.

Sean began fucking me faster and faster. I had to occasionally take my mouth off of Matt’s cock to let out a few moans and simply catch my breath. Catching Matt’s eye I saw him watching intently as Sean fucked me from behind.

I could feel myself close to cumming….as I reached my head up to catch my breath I moaned outloud…”Oh fuck…baby….” I don’t even know who I was talking to.

I guess that set Matt over the edge. As I stroked him he began to cum again, much less this time but enough to shoot up in the air onto my hand and on his belly, him throwing his head back onto the pillow behind him in exhaustion.

Sean continued on me. He was fucking me like a complete animal at this point, driving me crazy. He spanked my ass a couple of times, hard (I know this because I was actually sore the next day).

“OH…FUCK…” he said as my own orgasm was winding down but still going (to this day probably the longest orgasm I’ve ever had). He fell on top of me, collapsing as he came, using long slow strokes into me as I could feel his cum filling my pussy. He would shoot a shot of cum then slowly pull almost out then thrust back into me and cum again. He must have done this 8 or 9 times before he was finally totally done and fell to the other side of me as Matt.

I collapsed between them and laid there, cum filling me and all over my belly, boobs, and hand. Matt fell asleep pretty quickly. Sean and I went and showered together and slept in his room that night.

So that’s the wildest weekend of my life. I promise it’s 100% true, though like I said obviously some minor details and quotes I played up a bit for the story. I have never done anything like that since and I had very pointed talks with Sean and Matt about NEVER bringing it up. My husband still does not know.

I always feel a really close connection with Sean. Something clicked between us that weekend but I think it was more raw than anything and Brad and I were meant to be. Sean and Matt apparently were a bit awkward for a while as they had never done anything like that but they’re still friends now.

I hope you all enjoy!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6lhod2/ive_had_5_partners_in_my_life_three_of_them_were