I met him about 10 years ago. We worked at the same place and were both married. Initially, we bonded over our love for drinking and frequently went out together, visiting amusement parks and watching movies.
Gradually, after work, we started having intimate moments. At first, it was normal, but it slowly evolved into cosplay and using toys.
It was around this time that my body began to crave more.
One day, he said to me,
"Let's go for a drink,"
and took me to a club. (It happened to be a lotion event day...)
I had never experienced group play before, and while I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere, I decided to go with the flow. We first took a shower together, then I changed into a black see-through camisole that revealed half of my backside, and we drank at the counter.
After a while, the event started, and about eight people moved to a large room. I followed him and the others.
In the center, surrounded by sofas, was a mat covered with plastic. In the warm atmosphere, a modern man in just his underwear asked,
"Would anyone like to try?"
Everyone exchanged glances for a moment, and then he said,
"Please let her try,"
and I nodded slightly when our eyes met.
He took my hand, led me to the center, and while kissing me, removed my camisole, leaving me completely naked. My entire body was then covered in lotion, and I was alternately penetrated orally and vaginally.
After that, we frequently visited clubs, couple cafes, and SM bars, engaging in intimate moments with many unknown men.
Recently, I've felt a bit desensitized. The other day, during a drinking session with a senior colleague (male) and him, I got drunk and started talking about my experiences at the club. Realizing I was seen as a promiscuous woman, I found myself being touched on the thigh by my senior. As his hand moved up my skirt, I forgot he was sitting right in front of me and spread my legs, letting him pleasure me with his fingers.
In a semi-private room with an empty seat next to us, I couldn't resist. I removed my underwear, pulled down my senior's pants, and straddled him. He climaxed in less than a minute, and feeling unsatisfied, I grabbed him on the way home and had an intimate moment in a park next to the apartment building.
Even before meeting him, I would let my guard down when drinking. Recently, it's become normal for me to be kissed or touched on my chest and backside when out drinking. Sometimes, in private rooms, I would even engage in oral or intimate moments.
Previously, it was usually drunk older men from work, but lately, young male employees have also started hugging me or touching my backside. While I generally prefer married men with no strings attached, I occasionally enjoy intimate moments with young male employees.
Recently, at a junior colleague's wedding, I made a mistake again.
Most attendees knew each other because it was a workplace wedding. I had gone out drinking and to the movies with the junior colleague a few times in the past.
That day, I wore a short black camisole dress with stockings and attended the ceremony. By the end of the second party, I was quite drunk.
I followed the flow to the third party, and before I knew it, all the women had left, and I was in a bar with about 20 men.
I sat at a table with familiar male colleagues, while he sat further back.
We toasted, and soon after, the men at my table started making lewd jokes, guessing the color of my underwear (which was half-visible anyway) and playing games like passing cherry tomatoes mouth-to-mouth.
My memory gets hazy around this point, but I remember my chest being groped and my skirt being lifted to touch my backside.
We continued drinking sake, and by the time we left the bar, he was gone, and there were about six of us left.
As I was helped out of the bar, we stopped by a nearby convenience store, and while drinking water by the stairs, I kissed the men one by one, had my chest groped, and had fingers inserted into my wet vagina.
"What should we do next?"
someone asked, and I honestly replied,
"I want to have sex,"
and we took two taxis to a young man's apartment.
As soon as we entered the room, they removed my dress and bra, leaving me in just a black thong. We toasted with beer again, and two men went to the convenience store to buy more supplies.
When they returned, they had a large bag filled with beer, wine, and three boxes of condoms.
We drank while I took turns sucking their penises, had my nipples and vagina licked from both sides, and squirted a lot.
"What haven't you done yet?"
someone asked, and I realized I had had sex with all five men at least once before.
"Really? Have I done it with all of you?"
and my promiscuity was exposed.
They laid me down naked, made me hold their penises with both hands, and while playing with my nipples and vagina with their fingers and tongues, they shared their experiences with me.
In my dazed state, I heard them say,
"When she was drinking, she wrapped her legs around me..."
"She grabbed me while drunk..."
"Her vagina was soaking wet when I touched it..."
and all the stories were about me initiating sex.
At that point, I was labeled as extremely lewd, and the most shocking part was when one of the men opened a bag of erotic prizes from the second party. Inside were underwear and a black rod-like object. He took it out and attached it to my wrists and ankles.
I was left in an M-shaped position, and the men took photos of me, then took turns penetrating me in that position and from behind.
The next day, I woke up before noon, realizing the gravity of the situation. I made them promise not to tell him about the previous night's events. In return, I had thorough sex with each of them again, confirming that it was a one-time thing.
However, later, while having sex with him, he whispered in my ear,
"Did you enjoy it the other day?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You had sex with everyone, right? It's okay, you can do it again,"
he said, knowing everything.
"Yes..."
"Have you done it with others without me knowing before?"
"Yes... maybe"
"About three people?"
"Yes... (though it's actually more)"
"Make sure to please them properly."
"Yes, I understand."
Since then, my promiscuity has only increased. Recently, I've been inviting male employees who seem free to drink and then taking them to my favorite hotel.
