He'd been drinking last night and his breath smelled like whisky as he kissed my neck. I could feel his gut and chest against me as he squeezed my nipple. In that moment, he reminded me of Randy, the first man I had ever lived with. He was a what people think of when they think of bikers: big, demanding and a little mean and scary, but in a way that attracted. He had massive shoulders and a mane of thick, long blonde hair. He used me...but I used him too. Now it was Randy's hot breath I could feel in my ear, his thick arm around me squeezing my right tit in his big hand. I feel his cock shoved against my ass. I close my eyes and let Randy take me. He toys almost cruelly with my nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. I feel his mouth on my neck, making me catch my breath. His heavy thigh wraps around my legs and he pulls me backwards, pining my shoulders to the bed. Me kisses me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth before I realize it, his weight pressing me down.

I open my eyes to see my husband again as he begins to slide down my frame, burying his face between my breasts. From this angle, he still resembles his younger brother Stewart. Same thick, curly black hair, but a physique much slimmer and more muscled than my husband now. Such a sweet man, I'm sure he must be a generous lover. Guilt never stopped me from fantasizing about him after family gatherings. Now I feel his stubbly face against my skin as his lips search out my nipples, one at a time, before slowly kissing his way down my tummy. I feel his fingers finding their way into my panties, slipping them down while his hungry mouth continues its downward journey. His finger linger, tracing my clit, my labia, before sliding deeply into me as his mouth descends on my pubic mound. My hips rise to Stewart's face instinctively as his tongue finds and circles my clit, his fingers slowly milking my pussy as his tongue continues to tease me. His fingers move slow and deep, his tongue dragging circles around my clit until my thighs jump each time he hits that sweet spot. I feel the sheets become wet under my ass.

My husband stops, all too soon, and I watch him move to the side of the bed, cock beside my face. I know he's decided it's time for his turn. I think of my first love, Charles. He was only a few years older than me, but I was so inexperienced the difference felt much greater. I remember his gentleness and how safe he made it feel to explore him. I remember his slim, toned body and how new and exotic his cock was to me. Now I trace my fingertips along his balls, feeling their wrinkled texture before cupping and lifting them, feeling their soft weight in my palm. I bury my face under his balls, deeply inhaling his musky, masculine smell. I find and run my tongue against that soft, smooth spot beneath his balls and hear him moan. I pull away and his hips move toward me. I trace my fingertips against the vein along his cock, noticing the droplet of pre-cum forming as I begin to stroke him, slowly squeezing up his shaft, watching the bead of cum begin to dribble down my fingers. run my tongue along the crease on the head of his cock, tasting his salty cum. I wait until his breathing becomes ragged before I greedily slide his shaft into my mouth. I'm pulled away from my fantasy of Charles when I feel my husband's hands on my head, his hips moving forward and back, fucking my mouth, and my husband's voice "Oh fuck, yeah..."

For a moment I think he's going to cum in my mouth, but instead he pulls away and climbs on top of me. I know he won't make it much longer. Quickly I think about the evening before, my husband and me drinking with his best friend Daniel. I had dated Daniel first. He was a fantastic lover, but eventually we broke up and I began dating my husband. I still melt a little, looking into his soulful eyes and enjoying his easy-going humor. Seeing him in our home always brings back memories, and many of them with me on my back like this with my legs wrapped around his hips. Now my legs wrap around Daniel again. I squirm as he enters me. He's slow at first, and his hands hold my hips tightly as he drags his cock back, then slides in again, each time claiming my body for himself.

It's then I see Charles once again, above my face, knees on the bed to either side of my head, offering me the splendid view of his smooth thighs, his cute ass, the underside of his full, round balls, the shaft of his cock standing out from his body - rigid and still glistening with my saliva. He grins down at me as my body shifts with each of Daniel's thrusts.

I feel Daniel's breath on my neck, the weight of his body over me. His hips slap against me. His movement is quicker now, more forceful, and my body instinctively begins rocking up to meet every thrust.

I feel Randy's big hand again around my right breast, his thick fingers squeezing, his mouth on my shoulder. He's lying on his side, one knee propped up bent, powerful legs open, his free hand toying with his fat cock, dark and reddish now against his thick curls of blonde pubic hair.

My nails dig into Daniel's back while his cock plunges in and out of me. he drives into me harder and harder now, each thrust jolts my hips, and he grunts as his hips pick up pace.

I feel Stewart's fingers in my hair now as he lays to my left, he looks at me so sweetly, as though he is saying "enjoy us, each of us". I feel his lips against mine and hear myself whimper.

The sound of slaping skin and moans fill the air. I gasp, thighs slick and open. Daniel's cock slams deep and the bed creaks under us. I bite my lip, fearful of what name I might call out. Daniel's hips pound faster, driving me back into the mattress, so deep my legs tremble.

Stewart, Charles and Randy encircle my head now, all of them looking lustfully down at me - all of them wanting me with animal lust. They stroke their cocks in unison with Daniel's furious thrusts. Their cocks are mere inches above my face, so close I think I could touch their cocks with my tongue.

Daniel growls and his hips snap one last time, burying himself balls-deep as my pussy clamps down, tight and hot, milking him. A ragged moan tears from his throat as he spills inside me, thick and hot.

In the exact same moment Daniel comes, so do the others. Their orgasms blend together, their semen pulsing out, arcing across me before coming down like rain. I feel it warm against my face, my neck, my chest - my own arousal rising up with every pulse of their cocks. I come hard, a long, shattering wave washing over me. I feel disconnected from my physical self, my imaginary lovers momentarily more real than my husband. My head rocks from side to side while I keep my eyes tight shut, my mouth open, lifted, hoping for one last taste of my lovers. My breath shudders and my legs spasm around Daniel's waist. He stays buried inside me, my pussy milking still every last pulse of him.

It's quiet as my husband and I lay together afterwards. After a while he slips out of me, and I feel his spent cock against my wet thighs. The sheets are soaked and pulled away from the mattress. He seems so proud of himself for making me come so hard after not wanting to start. He gives me a smile, as if to say "I'm the best you ever had." I just smile back.