I never had sex with anyone but my husband. We were very religious and took to heart all that stuff about fornication. Well, with no small measure of guilt, we did start having sex when we got engaged. But it seems like, for the last few years, Luke’s interest in sex has gone way down.

The more I learned about other people’s sex lives, the more frustrated and resentful I got. I was 28 after all. Connie and Julie had told me all about their own sinful lives, and pretty much convinced me I should, how do i say it, branch out. But I was so timid, nothing ever happened.

Late one afternoon, we had planned to meet at our favorite bar. When I got there, Connie and Julie were sitting at a table with two incredibly sculpted men – I later found out they were gym coaches – Carlos and Jack. Somewhere during my first drink – they were on round two – Connie told me, “So Penny, we’ve decided to throw you a little party at my place — surprise!”

My eyes opened so wide! It wasn’t hard to figure out what they had in mind, but I sure wasn’t expecting it. They all laughed when my hand came up over my mouth. Now it was clear why the last few days they had been so inquisitive about my hubby’s work shift that week. Still, I only had a vague notion of what was about to happen, just that my years as a faithful wife were actually about to end. I thought I felt my pussy getting wet.

When we got to Connie’s apartment, we all took beers from the fridge. Connie had a big easy chair she must have picked up at Goodwill after her divorce, and I was guided in that direction. Everybody crowded around me. Somebody took my half-finished beer and put it on a table. While I was still standing, Julie rubbed her hand across my boobs. “You have such nice tits,” she said and kissed me as she started to undo my shirt. Julie is a bit heavy and she always told me she wished hers were only 34C’s like mine.

Jack immediately started rubbing my tits too, and Carlos and Connie were pawing my fanny and rubbing my legs. I started giggling.