“I really shouldn’t be here. You know I’m married,” I said to Dave before taking a sip of my drink.

Dave had made it really strong. There was hardly any coke in it at all and the rum burned really good. I haven’t had a rum and coke in months. I needed it though. I was alone with another guy, after all. Again. But this time I wouldn’t let it go too far even though Dave was really handsome and sweet. I just felt lucky to know him and I enjoyed being his friend.

“Oh come on, Em. You’ve spent all week bitching about your husband and what an asshole he is. Just take a few minutes for yourself like you did with Taylor,” Dave suggested.

“You talked to Taylor?” I asked, probably a bit loudly, letting my surprise be known.

“Well sure,” Dave admitted. “Guys talk. He said you were really good and he can’t wait for his turn to see you again.”

“His turn? You make me sound like...” I was going to say a slut, but I stopped myself. “ ... a toy. I’m not a plaything, you know! You guys are my friends.”

I wondered what Talor had said. Did he tell Dave I’d gone down on him in a moment of weakness? Or that I’d hurriedly left his apartment with his cum still making me cough?

“Hey, wind it back a bit, Em! We ARE your friends! I just want to make sure you have a little fun before you head home to the asshat who might not even be there waiting on you,” Dave assured me, making me relax again. He was such a sweetheart, just wanting me to be happy.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Dave. This drink is really good,” I said, changing the subject by saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Yeah, I made it strong so you could relax faster. You really put up with a lot from your husband, Em. You’re wound tighter than a spring and Taylor agrees. He suggested today that maybe I should offer you a neck rub. I’m good at it, if I do say so myself.”

A neck rub? Oh God, I hadn’t had one of those in ages. Mikey never gives me them anymore. He used to all the time, too. That would be perfect.

“Um, sure. That sounds really nice, I agreed, immediately turning my back to Dave while sitting on his couch and pulling my long, waist length hair away from my neck even though it was in a high ponytail.

“Oh no. I’m not doing a half-assed job,” Dave chided me as if I’d insulted him. “Go on, finish your drink then kick your shoes off and lay down. I’ll start at your neck and end at your toes.”

“Oh,” I exclaimed, liking that idea even more.

I quickly slammed my drink, making a face as it burned its way to my tummy, warming me nicely at the same time. Then I toe’d off my sneakers and as soon as Dave stood, I swivelled in place and put my feet up, before rolling onto my tummy on Dave’s expensive looking leather or maybe pleather, couch.

As soon as Dave dropped to his knees on the floor next to my head I had a thought. I said to myself that it sure was nice being treated like a queen again, even if it wasn’t Mikey doing it.

Dave’s hands were indeed magic and I instantly relaxed. I hardly even noticed when Dave started on my shoulders, awkwardly trying to get his big, meaty hands under the collar of the polo shirt I was wearing, until he asked if I could undo a button or two to give him more room.

As soon as I gently nodded and began to lift up, Dave changed his mind and just grabbed the bottom of my polo and pulled it up and off over my head. I was face down on his couch and even wearing just a bra, I felt adequately covered so I didn’t complain and instead simply settled back down.

Dave was down to my waist before I became aware that somewhere between my shoulders and my waist, he’d unsnapped my bra giving him a completely bare back to rub.

It just felt so darned good. What had caught my attention and drawn me back from lala land was that he seemed to be having the same problem getting his hands under the waistband of my jeans so I just reached under myself and unsnapped the button, drawing the fly down at the same time to release the pressure for him.

Dave seemed to take that as permission to relieve me of my jeans altogether. I was a little concerned about that but at the same time so relaxed from his ministrations that I didn’t really complain. I never even thought about my thong underwear until Dave said something.

“Surely you feel like you’re getting a permanent wedgie wearing those all day,” he casually commented. “Here, let me get those off you too,” he said then stripped my panties down my legs without waiting for permission.

I guess I let him even though my bare butt was now in his face. I was more interested in feeling his hands knead my glutes. I love that part of a massage and it was just as wonderful as I’d remembered.

He got a little more intrusive when he began on my upper thighs. His thumbs kept coming onto contact with my pussy and the accidental contact was doing things to me. Sexy things. I could feel my girly bits reacting, totally against my will.

I hoped he couldn’t smell me. I could certainly smell myself, but I wasn’t about to stop him and I bit my lip the first time I felt his fingers slip gently down my slit from behind.

I had to stop myself from shuddering and moaning in pleasure. Dave was just a work friend, like Taylor, Adam and Deshawn, not a conquest. He wasn’t trying to turn me on on purpose, I assured myself even as a finger slipped between my lower lips, bypassed my hole and contacting my clit.

I don’t know if he edged my thighs apart or if I did that myself to give him more room but I certainly realized it had happened when I suddenly tipped over the edge and came on his fingers.

“Such a good girl, Em. You really needed that, I know. It was such a small one, though. I bet if I massaged your tits at the same time as your muffin you’d cum much better for me. Let’s get you rolled over,” he said it like he would brook no argument.

I guess I didn’t feel like arguing because I helped him get me turned over and I even slipped my bra off my shoulders for him without him asking.

Dave gave me another orgasm with his lips and teeth on my nipples then a third massive one, this time licking me while pumping two fingers into me.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked softly, not opposed to the idea now that he’d given me so much. I really could use his nice hot, hard cock, I decided.

“No, Em. Dushawn’s going to do that when he takes you home tomorrow. Then Adam’s going to fuck your ass on Friday. You don’t mind, do you? We all want to make you feel as good as you made Taylor feel on Tuesday. We got you, Em. We were listening when you were telling us that your husband is a jerk and doesn’t pay attention to your needs. This way you have five guys instead of one. You should have seen how happy Adam was when you told us you like anal.”

I think his first words didn’t register immediately because his announcement that my guy friends were planning to have sex with me didn’t jar me out of my post orgasmic bliss. In the moment it just seemed sweet that the guys had paid attention to me talking. Mikey never did that anymore.

“I didn’t tell him that because I wanted him to poke my butt,” I replied weakly, still recovering from that big last orgasm Dave had given me and confused that Dave could make me cum and not want to have sex with me right then himself. Had he figured out it was Deshawn I’d decided I was most attracted to?

“Of course you did, Em, even if you didn’t really realize it at the time. We’re your friends, girl. We talked about it and made a pact, the four of us. How many women can say they’ve got a husband and then four boyfriends to meet their sexual needs? We’ve all decided you deserve this, so just roll with it. Heck, when you’re ready, we’ll all fuck you at the same time but for now, the order’s already been decided. That’s okay, right?”

“You’re my boyfriend now?” I asked, confused. All of you?” I was still having trouble making my brain work right. I shouldn’t have slammed that mostly rum drink. “But I’m married!”

“Well duh! How could we forget, with your husband being such an asshat and all? But we don’t care, especially after ... well nevermind. We’ve all decided there’s enough of you to go around, girl so just enjoy it.”

“I’m not a slut, Dave,” I said, beginning to feel guilty about what I’d just done, wondering how to cover up without hurting Dave’s feelings and feeling like I’d been too easy.

Good girls don’t let guys get them naked and masturbate them without at least going on a date first. Even if the guy is as sweet and manly as Dave.

I was still trying to understand how I’d let this happen. Still wondering how to get him to fuck me, too. Hell, I’d already cheated on Mikey now. I may as well dig the hole deeper while I was feeling so good.

“You’re worried about being a slut? Sluts don’t have a husband and four boyfriends, do they, Em?”

I thought about it for a second. “I guess not,” I replied, not knowing what else to say and wanting to believe him. “So ... you know what I did with Taylor?” I was still embarrassed about that but I had to know.

“He was a little upset with himself that he made you run off. He was only trying to give you what you wanted. When you told us you swallow we all thought you really liked the taste of cum but now we’re not so sure. We talked a lot about that today. We want to be good boyfriends, Em. Even Al, but we understand that you don’t like him in that way.”

I was once again speechless. Too much information was being thrown around. Had I really volunteered to the guys I work with so much about my sex life? I remembered once talking about anal and how a previous boyfriend only ever seemed to want that from me when i was nineteen, but I couldn’t recall admitting to loving the taste of swallowing cum.

As for Al, he was just the quiet, plain yet tubby guy that was already part of our lunch group before I joined the company. Was Dave saying he too had been involved with the guys’ plans? I had always studiously ignored him at work, never wanting him to get the wrong idea. I put thoughts of Al out of my mind. Ick.

Now I was wondering what else had slipped into conversation during our breaks. Had I ever talked about messing with girls a bunch of times before I met Mikey? Surely they must all think I’m a slut?

That thought led me back to thinking about where I was and how naked I was. I hadn’t even gone on any sort of date with Dave. He’d simply convinced me to stop in at his apartment on our way to taking me home. Just like Taylor had done the night before. With sex featuring at both of my guy friends’ homes.

Am I really that easy or has Mikey made me desperate for attention? Yeah, that had to be it. Damned Mikey!

Oh God. I’d let Taylor convince me to blow him and the very next day, Dave had given me three orgasms. I’d thought the stupidest thing I’d ever done was to let someone who lives in the same apartment complex as me talk me into giving him oral sex but was that any better than letting another work friend see me naked and put their mouth and fingers on and in me?

My thoughts began to run thick and fast through my head as I began to process what Dave was telling me about how the guys had dating me all planned out.

I began to wonder if I should demand Mikey pick me up at work tomorrow. After all, Dave had said Deshawn planned to have sex with me. I knew the right thing to do would be to confess to Mikey what had happened but that’d just give him yet another reason to be mad at me. He was always mad at me these days and he didn’t need more reasons.

I decided to keep these mistakes to myself. Besides, Dushawn is really hot in a dangerous, bad-boy way. If he really did want sex, maybe I wouldn’t push him away. Like I hadn’t pushed Dave or Taylor away.

God, I really am a slut. I thought my wild oats days stopped when I got married. Was I really contemplating having sex with Dushawn tomorrow and Adam Friday? What about all of them at once? Was that really even possible?

“You know you really should give Al a chance, Em,” Dave’s words jarred me back to the present.

“Ew, no! He’s ... fat,” I blurted.

“He’s just solid, Em. You kind of owe him, though,” Dave said quietly, as if worried I’d get mad.

“What? How? I don’t even talk to him!” I challenged Dave. Just the mention of Al made me want to get dressed and put on an extra sweater. And a coat. And waders. Ick.

“He knows your husband, remember?”

“Al knows Mikey? Since when?” That was news to me!

“He sat right at lunch and told us all that your husband wanted him to set you up to be caught cheating with him. Just so that the motherfucker has real shit to lord over you,” Dave said, sounding confused that I could have forgotten.

Okay, maybe he did say something like that and I missed it? I mean if it was Al talking I’d probably switched off. I pretty much always ignore him so he doesn’t get the wrong idea. But this was important. Mikey wanted me to have sex with Al? He thought I’d be into it? Just so he could pretend to be butt hurt about it? God Mikey’s horrible sometimes!

“Oh yeah, I remember,” I lied. “But I would never screw around on Mikey, especially with Al,” I assured the guy who’d just given me three orgasms and who knew what I’d done with Taylor.

Taylor and Dave were different, though. I never set out to do anything with either of them. Although I still wanted to have sex with Dave.

“So we’ve come up with a plan. It involves you and Al, but you have to play along. We’re going to film you screwing Al and just as he cums, you look right at the camera and tell your husband that you hope he’s happy now that you did what he wanted. If you do it in your own bed at your place, it’ll teach the bastard a lesson because he won’t be catching you. You’ll be telling him on camera that you knew about his plan all along. Does that sound good?”

No! I don’t want to have sex with Al! I want you,” I replied honestly.

“Alright, maybe just a BJ then? You can tell him with Al’s cum in your mouth.”

“Oral sex is sex, Dave,” I reminded him bluntly.

“How about if he films me having sex with Dushawn or you at one of your places instead?” I asked. That idea sounded much better to me. “I wouldn’t have to touch Al or think about him being there. Maybe Saturday?” I suggested.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them. I didn’t want Al seeing me naked at all, much less filming me do amateur porn. What if someone got hold of it? My life would be ruined.

“The first of April? Hmm. Like an April Fool’s thing? I love it! Your husband is a fool after all and he was trying to trick you. I’d love to see the look on his face when his scheming comes crumbling down around his ears. You could promise him on camera that you’ll let him be your cuck since that’s obviously what he wants and you could say that if he’s good you’ll let him watch videos of you screwing all of us. If he treats you right, maybe you’ll do a live show for him. I’m sure the guys will be into it too.”

I didn’t think I could ever do something like that. That would be going way too far. I didn’t want to be on camera like that once, much less a bunch of times.

“On second thought, maybe you could just screw me, at my place like you said, so we’re doing it when Mikey gets home? No need to film anything, that way.” No need to involve Al, either,” I suggested hopefully.

“That wouldn’t work, Em. You’re always saying you never know when the bastard will be home. Also, Al has to show him the video since he asked for Al’s help. If he walked in on you fucking one of us, you might not get a chance to tell him you knew about his plans. It’s got to be on Al’s phone so the bastard can’t get the original. And remember, Al will be doing you a solid. You really should show him your appreciation.”

“By having sex with him?”

“At least a handy. It’s only fair. Especially since he likes you so well he’s willing to fuck over his friend. You want to do what’s right, don’t you, Em?” He asked.

When he put it like that I could see he probably was right. And I’d already cheated on Mikey anyway. What’s one more dick? But Al’s? Ew.

When Dave dropped me off at home my car wasn’t in its spot so I knew Mikey was out again or not even home yet.

I couldn’t wait for him to get his insurance money from his truck. He’d totalled it on his way back from the bar and his insurance company was dragging their feet paying out, so he had to use mine. I couldn’t begrudge him that even if he is an asshole. His mom always needs him to do this and that for her so he needed my car. Almost every day and sometimes until after midnight, she has chores she needs him to do.

I really need to tell her to stop taking advantage of him but she doesn’t have a phone and he doesn’t want me tagging along with him on the weekends when he goes over there.

So anyway, I got in and the apartment was empty. Mikey had been home before me at some point because he’d left crap strewn about as he does and he’d eaten my last salad. I get them prepacked and he usually can’t stand them but it was likely the only food he thought was left in the house.

I hoped that maybe he was out grocery shopping now, because the grocery money was gone from the jar in the cupboard too. About time, I told myself. He’d been promising for 2 weeks to get it done. But that left me hungry and I’d have to order something from Uber Eats.

I opened my wallet and cussed. Fucking Mikey had cleaned the cash out of it too! He must have done it this morning while I was in the shower. What an asshole! He didn’t even tell me!

I called my mom and spent half an hour talking to her. She doesn’t like Mikey and didn’t want to hear me complaining. She also didn’t like what Dave had done, telling me he’s as bad as Mikey. When I told her he didn’t put his dick in me or anything since Dushawn wanted to have sex with me first tomorrow, she got mad and hung up even before I shared what Adam had planned for Friday. Sometimes I think my mom just refuses to understand.

The next day at lunch Dave embarrassed me by sharing that he thought I have really nice tits. I mean, really, did he have to say that right in front of me? It was nice hearing he likes my tits but he didn’t have to share that while I was sitting there. Especially when Al was there too. It’s kind of personal.

“It’s okay, Em. We’re all going to see them eventually. I’m just really glad you shared them with me first and I wanted to show my appreciation. You’re really special to me. I can hardly wait to actually have full on sex with you but as I said last night, you’re gonna get fucked by Dushawn first. He says he has a big dick like all black guys so you should be in for a real treat tonight.”

“Dave! Someone might hear,” I complained, thinking mostly about Al listening in.

It seemed wrong that fat Al should hear talk about my tits, or having sex with Dushawn’s big black cock. It was bad enough that Al had probably heard them talking about how I’d gone down on Taylor then run away. I felt that I was never going to live that down.

After work I was leaving the break area where I always switch out my boots for tennis shoes. Dushawn was waiting for me, holding his phone up like he was trying to get service. I smiled at him because we all know cell service sucks inside the building. He just grinned back then put his phone away.

in Dushawn’s SUV, he didn’t even pretend that we weren’t going to his place to have sex. He kept on about how much I was going to enjoy having my pussy stretched by both his tongue and his cock. I was getting excited at the prospect, but I didn’t really want to talk about it while driving down the road.

Some things are better not spoken about, you know? Especially when he told me he’d had himself tested for STDs as had the rest of the group, but that he’d wear a condom if I wanted him to.

Who wants to discuss STDs and using condoms? Especially when you’re a married woman about to cheat on your husband for the second or maybe third time in as many days?

I didn’t want to think about that stuff. I kind of just wanted Dushawn to give me no choice. That way I wouldn’t need to feel guilty about running around on Mikey even though after what happened when he got home last night, I think Mikey may be running around on me.

He’d come in smelling of a different perfume than his mom wears and I think I saw lipstick on his shirt but he said it was pasta sauce his mom had accidentally got on him when she hit him with a spoon she was using.

He immediately took the shirt into the laundry alcove and sprayed it with Resolve so I didn’t get a chance to see it up close but I knew it was lipstick. A woman just knows.

When I confronted him about the perfume he got really angry with me and I had to sleep on the couch because he locked me out of our bedroom, or rather, my bedroom. The lease is in my name because Mikey couldn’t pass the apartment manager’s credit check.

Mikey doesn’t even contribute towards the rent. He says he has too many other bills from before we got married and he says I just have to pay for rent and groceries.

He forgets about the furniture payment, utilities, credit cards, gas and insurance on the car I don’t even get to drive.

Forget about me having money for my hair or nails. Heck, Taylor paid for my last trip to the salon because that’s just what a sweet guy he is. Sometimes I wish I didn’t love Mikey. Any one of my work friends would treat me better than Mikey does.

It was because I had all these things on my mind that I didn’t even bother to question Deshawn when he headed away from the factory we work at in the opposite direction than my home. I knew what he was up to, but I’d forgotten what Dave had said at break so I wasn’t sure if Dushawn knew I knew that he planned to have sex with me today.

We’d talked about a lot of things at work during the day but sitting in Dushawn’s SUV, I was pretty sure that Deshawn telling me he would be taking me to his place after our shift ended, wasn’t one of them.

He pulled up to a high-rise apartment building - and not the sort people call condos. This was the sort of place I grew up calling ‘Section 8’ housing. It’s for low income individuals and families and although I didn’t expect Dushawn to live in a mansion, I hadn’t expected the ghetto.

The graffiti was a dead giveaway that it wasn’t classy but I felt safe enough with Dushawn. I also knew I had to ask why we were here. I wanted to hear Dushawn tell me the words.

“This is not my place. Is it where you live? We’re a long way from my place, Dushawn. Do you need directions on how to get me home? I never thought ... I mean I thought you’d been to Taylor’s place before? It’s the same complex,” I said, knowing I was prattling but unable to stop myself.

“Pshhht ... come on, Em. You know I’m gonna fuck you into next week an’ you done been lookin’ forward to it. Dave and the guys an’ me done got a group text messaging thing goin’ on an’ we catch up airy night. I’m prolly goin’ spoil you for white cock but the guys is cool with it. Come on, my crib’s this way,” he said jerking his thumb over his shoulder then opening his door.

I had to hurry to catch up with him. He hadn’t waited for a response to his statements but instead, climbed out and just started across the parking lot. He didn’t open my door or anything romantic like that.

He did chuckle then hold my hand when I reached for his, though. Just being there was scary to me and I needed the familiar contact so I wouldn’t freak out being the only white girl around. I also didn’t want to engage in conversation out here where a gang could pounce on us at any moment. Deshawn seemed content to walk in silence, too.

His apartment was on the fourth floor and the elevator was probably broken. Deshawn didn’t even pause to try the button, walking right past it to the stairs. I’m glad I work out on occasion or the climb would have done me in. There was a lot of stairs!

His ‘crib’ was nicer inside than I’d expected. It was tidy, smelled nice yet and there weren’t dishes piled up on the sink or anything.

Even the coffee table in front of his sectional was bare, unlike mine where Mikey just piled everything like that’s what it was made for.

Dushawn offered me a seat and as soon as I sat down, he sat next to me and pulled me to him, kissing my neck like I’d given him permission to just do whatever he wanted with me. His lips quickly found mine and all I can say is that was it for me. I was a goner as soon as he started using tongue.

Even if he’d asked me before he started, I wouldn’t have stopped him from divesting me of everything I was wearing. I have to admit I was tearing at his clothes too, completely forgetting for the moment that I’m a married woman.

I’d gone from not having had sex in more than a month to feeling lips, teeth and tongue on my body twice in two days.

Dushawn did have an impressive cock, too. It had to have been eight or nine inches long and as big around as a Red Bull can. Well maybe not that big around, but damn he was huge in all ways. When he finally lined up with my privates it felt like he was pushing a freaking baseball bat into me.

I would have cried out in fear if he hadn’t had a lip lock on me at the same time. Still, he knew to push inside me slowly and he bottomed out inside me long before his girthy length was three quarters of the way in.

Dushawn pounded me through multiple orgasms and when he came inside me, it felt like he was peeing in me. I actually felt his cum spraying my insides and felt it gush out of me when he pulled out.

He’d called me every degrading thing under the sun as he fucked me and I don’t know how he knew it, but his calling me a whore, a slut and a cockhound among about a million other things, added greatly to our sex because I knew he didn’t mean them literally. Still, I was certainly acting like everything he called me.

To say that sex with Dushawn was amazing would have been an understatement and I don’t mean just because he was huge. If anything, his size detracted from the experience a little but he certainly made up for it in technique. I was literally a quivering mess when he presented his cock to my lips for a cleanup.

It took me a few seconds to understand what was required of me. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could and only barely got my tongue to do its job of cleaning our combined juices off him.

“You are one fine fuck, Em,” he said as I swirled my tongue around his member. “And you suck good too. If I din have ta get ya home I’d love ta cum in that cock hole too but we’s gotta git dressed and go. My sister gonna be here in a little bit and she’s bringing a date with her. I’m keeping your panties though. I’ll prolly sniff ‘em and rub one out if Maesha’s still fucking her latest girlfriend. Them two make a hell of a racket and that always gets me hard. I can imagine it’s you with her.”

It wasn’t until I was in the bathroom at my place showering the sex off me, shaving my still pink and swollen mound while replaying in my head what Dushawn had said about his sister and how it should have been obvious he had a roommate, when I actually noticed for the first time that Dushawn had hickkied the hell out of my neck and tits. He knew I was married and it hadn’t stopped him. Heck, I’d never even gotten to see his bedroom while I’d been there!

I had to put makeup on my neck to hide the marks he left. As it was, I was asleep in bed long before Mikey got home to see anything.

The next morning I felt bow legged as I got ready for work. Luckily Mikey was still asleep at the time and I was in the car warming it up before Mikey even dragged himself out of the apartment to drive me to work.

I felt I wouldn’t have been able to have sex today if my life had depended on it. Okay, maybe I would. Dushawn was that good but I was certainly still feeling his size in my lady parts.

As we all sat down for first break, Adam didn’t even pretend to be discreet about what he had planned for me on the way home from work.

“Hey, Em, take it easy on that butt, girl,” he joked as I dropped into my seat, glad to be off my feet for fifteen minutes. “I’ll be tapping that later and you look like your pussy is already out of commission after Dushawn. He really does have a monster cock then?”

I know I blushed to the roots of my brown hair at his words. I thought I’d been hiding the discomfort in my lady parts quite well until he’d said that. All I could say was, Adam!”

What made it worse was Al’s giggle. It made me wonder if Al was in on their group chat, too. The thought gave me shivers. Four hot guys and Al. Would I really be able to jerk him off when the time came? Maybe I wouldn’t have to. Maybe we could leave Mikey in the dark after all?

“Oh come on, Em. I know you’re looking forward to the ride after work as much as I am. I bet your asshole is as tight as a rubber glove, girl. All I’m saying is, if I don’t ride that ass for long it’s because I’ve been fantasizing about it for so long that I might not be able to hold off shooting my spunk up you for long. I’ll probably need a second go-round over the weekend to show you what I really can do.”