College Experiences II: That one time my husband doesn’t know about [F]

My husband and I lead a happy marriage and a successful sex life. I am convinced that the secret to our success in the bedroom is our openness with each other. I know who were his past partners and he knows, *for the most part*, who were my past partners. I emphasize “for the most part” because there is one particular instance which for some reason I have chosen not to disclose to him. As you shall see in a moment, nothing bad happened, but I consider it an experience that is best suited for myself only.

It all began in my second year of college. My goal of meeting and fucking as many guys as I could was meeting its first obstacle. My roommates began to feel uncomfortable with me bringing different men every weekend. One of my roommates even claimed that a guy I brought over took money from her wallet. I was a little torn because I still wanted to be friends with them, but I also wanted to have fun. I decided that the best thing to do was to move out to another room. I met a girl during my freshman year who had a similar mindset as I did, and fortunately for me her old roommate decided to drop out in the middle of our sophomore year. She hadn’t been accommodated with anyone else, so I took the spare room.

If things were already wild, this only made it wilder! My friend, Andrea, and I were bringing guys almost daily. It was so much fun to have someone who did not mind me fucking every guy in Massachusetts, but also found it fun. We would share stories and would check out guys as we walked to class. She wasn’t my best friend at the time, but she was my slutty best friend. We really couldn’t be closer, or so I thought.

One particular night, we were coming out of class, Sociology 202, when Andrea stumbled upon a guy with whom she had exchanged numbers. He was gorgeous. Ben (that’s his name) was a math major, but you couldn’t really tell by the way he dressed and talked. College students are not exactly the most stylish and sophisticated humans, but Ben really knew how to look good. Still, what I most remember about him are his piercing green eyes. I felt as if he could undress me just by looking at me. However, Andrea had called dibs on him and I did not want to step on her toes. So, that night, seeing that I had a midterm around the block, decided to take it easy and just catchup on whatever reading I was missing and call it night. When we got home, Andrea and Ben went straight into her room and locked the door. I went into my room and began to study. I remember feeling really tired and at some point during my reading I fell asleep. I must’ve woken up an hour or so later and I couldn’t hear any action from the other room. I was feeling hungry so I went looking for Andrea to ask her if she wanted to cook something together. As I walked out of my room I saw some random dude sitting on our kitchen table. I had never seen him before in my life. He was very good looking too. He was Mexican and his name was Jorge. He was a much older than Andrea or me. He was actually pursuing his Ph.D. in economics. I shyly said hi and walked into Andrea’s room, but much to my surprise when I opened the door, she was on top of Ben riding him. She turned around and saw me and smiled. She did not stop. She told me she had arranged a little surprise for me. She got off Ben and walked past me and took Jorge by the hand and brought him into the room and started making out with him. Ben stood up and walked towards me, with his cock still hard. He grabbed my neck and started making out with me. I was wet almost instantly. This time we skipped foreplay and started fucking right away. Andrea had a queen bed so we had no problem fitting the four of us. Andrea sucked Jorge’s cock while I got fucked doggy style. Then, at some point, Andrea and I were riding our respective man and in the heat of the moment she leaned towards me, with Jorge’s cock still inside her, and kissed me softly on the lips. I swear I almost came right then. What most turned me on was the fact that Andrea would not stop watching me fuck. She even switched to missionary so she could get a better glance at Ben’s cock inside my pussy.

Sadly, Ben met a girl a few weeks after that and we never hung out again. Jorge finished his Ph.D. shortly after the semester was over. Andrea and I kept fucking guys all the time, but never again in the same room. It was a little sad not to do it again, but still to this day I still touch myself thinking about that wet, soft kiss Andrea gave me as we got fucked.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cxbvum/college_experiences_ii_that_one_time_my_husband