Office Wife - Your Personal Whore

I was having full-on affairs now with multiple people. Most deeply with Dario, whom I had been meeting up for dates and, of course, sex regularly now. I have developed feelings for the man, and I was certain he had them for me as well. This wasn't a threat to my marriage, and I actively shared all of this with my husband. It was difficult to explain, but the more I fell for Dario, the more I fell for Jake. We were doing this together, thus everything I felt was thanks to him.

Tonight was another dinner date with Dario. Specifically, we were going to a new place that offered a lively dance floor as well. I wore a tight, short dress and didn't bother wearing any underwear. I would shake my goods on the dance floor until Dario couldn't keep his dick in his pants anymore, then I would drain him of every drop of cum he had. At least, that was my plan.

Dinner was delicious, but I had an appetite for something else. I took Dario by the hand and led him to the middle of a dancing group of couples. I wiggled my plump ass into his crotch and felt his hands hug my hips hard. I was sure my pussy was peeking out at times, and by the looks of the men around me, it was no secret I wasn't wearing panties.

Twenty minutes of feeling my coworker's erect cock pressed between my ass cheeks, and I was practically dripping. I told myself one more song, then I'm taking him up to our room and refusing to call it a night until I'm given at least three cream pies. But then Dario did something very interesting.

"That young man over there hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we started dancing," he whispered into my ear.

"Maybe it's because you keep lifting up my skirt and showing him my baby maker," I teased back.

"It's more than that. He's infatuated with you, just like I am." I wasn't sure why he was bringing this up. Lots of guys were giving me attention, considering how I dressed and acted lately. Did he think I would be upset by this?

"What if we invite him up to our room with us?" I pulled back from him and turned around to face him.

"Are... are you proposing a threesome?" I asked. I wasn't offended by this, but surprised.

"No. Nothing like that. Truthfully, that doesn't interest me...," he said, trailing off. Then what did interest him? Sensing my confusion, he took a moment and carefully explained. "Maybe... I wouldn't mind seeing you get with another guy."

My mind became a confused tornado. Wasn't I already being shared with him by my husband? Now he wants to share me as well? Is this stranger going to pass me on next? Would enough people share me that eventually I would wind up back with my husband?

Still, I couldn't deny how thrilling this was to me. Even more so than Jake encouraging me to seek other men. It was like I was a fuck toy to be given away freely. A very turned-on, very willing fuck toy. I smiled at Dario. "Only if you agree he gets to do anything he wants to, no rules."

That was precisely what my affair partner wanted to hear. I approached the man, who couldn't have been over 25, and unsurprisingly, he was agreeable to fuck a curvy woman like me. He had no objections to an audience, either, and then, minutes later, the three of us were in the room.

The stranger and I barely spoke. I didn't know his name, whether he was married, or anything else about him. What I did know was that he had a seven-inch cock that tasted pleasantly salty. He loved the feeling of his dick between my tits. And most of all, he liked fucking women from behind.

As I felt his cock slide in and cock of me, stretching me wonderfully with each thrust, I couldn't help but stare at Dario. He sat in the corner of the room, emotionless. Or at least his face didn't show anything. I'm sure his mind was full of lustful thoughts, and he was rocking his own erection that I would similarly feel in me before the night was done.

The stranger gave my ass a slap, prompting me to moan out loud. Fuck, this guy was going at me hard, which was perfect. I didn't get even a split second to recover. I was being blasted over and over with waves of pleasure from this guy. I'm sure I looked entirely shameful for my coworker. My mouth was agape and nearly drooling. I was making noises that could be compared to an exotic bird. And my body was begging for more. My ass pushed back hard, trying to get his dick deeper into my pussy. The pulses of ecstasy were reaching all the way to my toes. Finally, the waves turned into a tsunami, and I lost myself to this man's cock. I didn't care how much of a sex-crazed slut I looked like to anyone in that moment. Dick was my drug, and I was hitting a new high right now. My lover was equally peaked and poured his cum into my womb, which only enhanced my love of this moment.

With a final slap on my cheeks, he pulled out. "Thank you both for this. This was the best night of my life," he said between heavy breaths. I looked back at him, my pussy still on full display for him, albeit now with a new feature leaking out.

"I didn't hear no bell," I said, thinking of a clever reference. My new friend smiled as he understood what I meant. After spending five minutes sucking and rubbing his cock, he was ready to pump me again. I got four loads out of him before he left for real.

It was then that Dario and I were finally alone. I was still recovering from what I'm sure was an embarrassingly large orgasm. I couldn't catch my breath, and my muscles kept twitching as sharp pleasure would randomly hit me. Dario finally stood up. "That was... magnificent, Kristin. I only wish he didn't wear you out, otherwise I would fuck you right now. But that can wait until our next date."

"Fuck you. I'm a sex goddess, and if you think I can't handle two men in a night, then you don't know me at all," I said, giving him a devilish smile. I was exhausted. At least physically. But sexually? That guy was nothing but a warm-up. Dario didn't question me as he took his pants off. At the start of the night, I planned to drain him, and I intended to follow through.

"He shared you? Like...," Jake said in shock.

"Like you. I seem to attract a certain kind of guy," I said after explaining the previous night's fun. By the time Dario and I were done, it was 2 am, and thus we ended up sleeping together in the hotel. As it was a Thursday night, the following morning, he drove me to work. I was giddy at the idea of people seeing me get out of the car with another man who wasn't my husband, but it didn't seem to cause too much uproar, though. What did was me wearing my club dress, no underwear still, to work. I was more covered than my regular work clothes, but with a lot more pizzazz. It also helped that I made sure the skirt stayed hiked up, giving a lot of people a peek at what the two men had filled up the night before.

Over the past week, work had been chaotic. Not because of my workload, hell, I was barely doing any actual work. But rather, this was due to another large amount of loads I was taking on. And by loads, I of course mean cum. In particular, my janitor friends were taking advantage of my willingness, actually insistence, they use me for sex whenever the mood hit them. Five to ten times a day, I would have Ty, Issac, or any of the five of them approach me at my desk and tell me they had an issue they needed help with. That issue was always that they needed their cocks drained, and the help I provided was letting them plow me while the others watched. The arrangement I had with these men was beyond erotic for me, and even just thinking about how I was a free-use hole for the custodians made me wet.

I'm sure the frequent daily visits by them to my desk were raising a lot of eyebrows, but I couldn't care less. I was sure my poor work quality was going to get me fired before that. Issac and the others, despite using me for their sexual pleasure, were still beyond pleasant to me. They always asked how my day was doing, to which I always replied with some sexually charged statement like, "I feel like I'm missing something today, like five large black cocks filling me with their cum."

I was never clever, but somehow the guys forgave me. After being summoned by them, half an hour later, I'd return to my desk a bit shaky and a few grams heavier. One of the unforeseen challenges of not wearing panties to work was trying to keep cum from leaking out of your pussy onto the carpet. Although I had a feeling that the men in charge of cleaning the floors wouldn't complain.

Another friend at work that I was making time for in place of actually working was Felipe, the shy IT guy, whom I took his virginity after inviting him over to fix my wifi. He thought he was coming over to check if my network ports were operational, when really, I had another port I wanted him to focus on. And focus he did.

Of course, I couldn't let things end there. Twice a week, I would message him and arrange a rendezvous in a seldom-used bathroom stall, where I would have him plug my ports up again. He was a sweet and naive young guy. After the last time he fucked me raw, he asked if I could be his girlfriend and meet his mother. "Unless you want to include her in a threesome, I think that's a bad idea. I'm married, Felipe. And I realize I'm saying that after I just came from having your cock blast cum in me, but the game is for us to have fun. Which we are. Let's focus on that," I explained, trying to let him down easy.

He shook his head, understanding what I meant. But then he said something that told me he really did understand what all of this was about. "Well, if you are seeking more fun, I'm not the only lonely guy in IT."

"Interesting... have you been sharing stories with them?"

Felipe looked a bit ashamed, and his head slumped as he responded. "Yes... I'm sorry. They've all seen the videos and pictures you've sent me. Also, I recorded you on your webcam and maybe sent them those as well. I'm... I don't know why I did that. I'm so sorry, Kristin."

I put my finger under his chin and lifted it up so I could look him in the eyes. "I'll tell you why you did it. Because you had video of a hot girl doing fucking awesome things. You did exactly as I hoped you would. Now, about these lonely IT men."

The next morning, Felipe addressed the IT team in their isolated area of the basement, where they worked. The team consisted of six men, all of whom were like Felipe: introverted, not conventionally attractive, and accustomed to being overlooked. He went through announcements and open actions. "Let's work on getting those open tickets all closed by the weekend. Also, someone should look into the latency issue that keeps popping up. Don't forget that we are a month away from releasing the Windows update. Kristin will be available to fuck you guys all day. We also need to get three laptops set up for new hires next week."

His team stared at him, unsure if they actually heard him correctly. "Felipe, what was that about Kristin you said?" One of the guys asked cautiously.

That was my cue, and I emerged from a side room, wearing nothing but a red thong. "He said I'm all yours. No question, no stipulations, no consequences. I'm planning on spending all day here with you guys, naked and hopefully drenched in your cum." It was then that I dropped my underwear to the floor, revealing my naked body to the wide-eyed IT guys. I laughed, as this had been the first time in many weeks that I had worn underwear at work, albeit just so I could make a show of removing them.

After ten seconds of silence, Felipe urged them on. "Either work on a ticket or work her vagina, guys. Get to it." I worried it would take a lot of pushing to get them to finally take me up on this offer of sex, like it had with Felipe, but one of them finally stood up. He was a bit overweight and goofy-looking, but from the bulge I saw in his pants, he had what I truly wanted.

Without him saying a word, I took his hand and led him into the room from which I had emerged. Inside, Felipe had set up an air mattress where I could 'practice my craft.' I got on my knees in front of my new friend and quickly got his pants off, exposing an impressive seven-inch cock. I stroked it lightly with my hand while keeping eye contact. "Have you ever felt the touch of a woman like this?" I asked. He was red-faced and already sweating. He gave me a quick head shake, telling me I would be taking the virginity of another young man today. Likely five.

After giving his tip a quick taste, I laid on the bed with my legs spread wide and beckoned him to join me. He didn't hesitate and immediately got to work, trying to direct his cock to penetrate me. After the typical fumbling of a virgin, he found his mark, and I moaned out, feeling the first thrust of the day inside me. "God, I hope you cum fast. I need to feel your seed in me fast," I squealed. He was pumping my pussy with an overly anxious vigor, and I knew he wouldn't last long. Much better to act like that's what I wanted than for him to feel shame in cumming fast. Still, I wasn't lying about wanting to feel his cum in me.

As requested, it didn't take long for him to empty his balls into me with a loud grunt. "Oh fuck yeah. God, you're a good fuck. Take a break and take another crack at me later, okay? Meanwhile, your coworkers enjoyed the show. I wonder if they would like to do more than just watch?" The five men watching me smiled big, and my day of fun was picking up steam.

Within the next twenty minutes, all six IT guys, including Felipe, let me touch, taste, and feel their cocks unloading in me. When the second round began, the boys were much calmer and lasted much longer, with a few of them even getting me to orgasm. Although it helped that I was masturbating between turns. I had learned that fingering myself with a cum filled pussy was the truly only proper way to pleasure myself.

From there, I had more periods where the guys weren't quite ready to fuck me again, and I hung out in the IT area naked. There is something so erotic about being casually naked around men you barely knew, not having any qualms about them seeing every square millimeter of your body. Inevitably, the desire would return to one of them, and without warning, they would take me to the room again and fuck me silly. I was their free use pussy for the day, and they took every advantage of that they could.

Feeling curious, I asked them to show me just how much footage of me they had saved. There were, of course, the pictures and video I had sent Felipe, which he had placed on a shared drive for the others to see. But all the times Felipe had 'unknowingly' turned on my webcam, which resulted in me giving him a show, he had recorded it. The IT department at my work had quite a collection of softcore porn of me.

"You guys have been trustworthy enough with it thus far. What if you make some more videos of me?" I suggested. Soon, I became their own personal hardcore porn actress, and every time I was fucked from then on was recorded by multiple phones. We incorporated a larger variety of positions, and I emphasized the pleasure I was feeling. Although truthfully, these guys were quickly learning my body well, and very little acting was needed.

By the end of the day, they must have gotten several hours of footage of me getting fucked, seeded, and orgasming. It was my most productive workday ever, and I never even opened my computer. I finally got dressed and ready to meet up with Jake for the ride home. They thanked me profusely and inquired about repeating this in the future. I told them maybe, and we'll see. However, I knew I would. As soon as an idea enters my head, I can't say no. I should feel guilty or ashamed about that, but I don't think I was capable of those feelings anymore.

However, I didn't dwell on that. Instead, I focused on something I was greatly looking forward to happening tonight. My lesbian affair with June, an intern at the company, had been going strong for a few weeks now. We were finding time to meet up regularly after work, which lately was always resulting in our faces buried in each other's crotch. Almost anytime Jake was out, I had June over. Once we even got a hotel room, as our flirting that day during lunch was too much to bear. We will occasionally even hook up at her place, or more specifically, her dad's place. Her dad, who just so happened to be the vice president I worked under.

Tonight was one of those nights, with June telling me he would be at some dinner event till late into the night, leaving the whole house to ourselves. That was good, as she tended to get very loud when my tongue was wiggling inside her pussy. I arrived at her place around 7 with the intention of ordering delivery to eat. Instead, five minutes into my visit, we both discovered we had a far stronger appetite for something other than food.

It wasn't long until I was lying naked on her bed with the delightful sight of a wet pussy inches from my face. Meanwhile, I felt the all too familiar and all too sweet feeling of June's warm tongue caressing my most intimate of areas. As usual, when I found myself in this position with my girlfriend, I told myself I wasn't a lesbian and this was just experimenting. Although these experiments were quickly leading me towards the conclusion that I was growing to like the taste of June's juices. Speaking of which...

I tilted my head up and tasted the lips of the woman I had grown so close to. Her ass flexed as soon as I contacted her and began to convulse as I slid my tongue up and down her labia, making sure to spend a bit more time tickling her clit with each pass. While we both began our affair rather clueless as to what we were doing, with time and practice, our skills in pleasuring one another had grown significantly. It has essentially become a race to see who could learn how to make the other moan and squirm the most. And I wasn't one to take this contest lying down. I mean, I was lying down but... never mind.

The young woman was going to town on a sensitive area that I was desperately trying to hold back a moan due to these building feelings. That would send her a clear signal she was winning, which wouldn't do. I moved my arm around her leg and began penetrating her pussy with two fingers. Her thighs wouldn't stop flexing while my fingers ran in and out of her. Finally, she hollered out in ecstasy, and I knew she was falling on her way to cumming.

I allowed myself to accept the undeniable feeling building up in me. June's tongue with each lick was filling up a dam of pure sexual delight that would soon burst open inside me and drive me to a full-body orgasm. My muscles slowly tensed up, but I stayed committed to making my girlfriend cum first. Finally, just after I introduced my fourth finger into her pussy, June yelled directly into my pussy (always an interesting feeling) as I drove her into a lengthy orgasm that she struggled to continue pleasuring me through.

With our sex competition completed, I relaxed, which prompted my own body to almost immediately burst open the dam and send waves crashing through my body, filling me with beautiful satisfaction and thoughts of pure love and happiness. Yet another person who wasn't my husband was driving me to an orgasm. It was my drug, and I had just gotten my latest fix.

After some light kissing as we recovered, I announced I needed to use the bathroom, which was just a few doors down from our love nest. I left the room naked, as I planned to go another round, or five, with June when I returned. I wouldn't mind first sinking my face into those tight tits of hers and licking... "Vice President Fowler?"

After exiting the room, I found myself standing a couple of feet away from my boss's boss. The father of the woman who I just made cum not two minutes ago. "Kristin? What on earth...," he said, barely able to speak due to his astonishment.