I am a divorced woman in my 30s.
It's been about three years since I divorced my husband,
and I haven't had sex, only masturbating.
After the New Year's party,
my pent-up sexual desire exploded all at once.
The New Year's party was held together with a client company.
It got quite late, and the only way to get home was by taxi.
I ended up going home with Mr. Thomas from the client company, as we were heading in the same direction.
Mr. Thomas and I had worked together and gone out drinking with everyone,
so I didn't have any special feelings for him.
But then Mr. Thomas said, "Since it's already late,
let's go to a place I know,"
and I thought, "It's fine since tomorrow is a day off," so I agreed.
The place we went to was a surprise bar.
But I didn't know such a place existed.
It felt like a members-only club in the basement of a building,
and at the entrance, the master
checked something like Mr. Thomas's membership card.
Near the entrance, there was a counter where we started drinking together.
There were couples and single men as well.
After a while, the hostess said to Mr. Thomas, "It's happening over there,"
and Mr. Thomas took me a little further into the back of the store.
There was a magic mirror on the wall, and inside was a bedroom,
where one woman and three men were having sex.
I was surprised because I thought it was just a regular bar,
but I had a rape fantasy,
and I often imagined being passed around by many men while masturbating, so I got excited.
Watching others' actions right in front of me,
I could feel my vagina getting wet.
Trying to stay calm, I said, "That's amazing," while feeling quite nervous.
After that, Mr. Thomas and I sat on a sofa instead of at the counter.
Mr. Thomas asked, "How was it?" and held my hand.
Just holding my hand made me feel it.
I couldn't get the image of the foursome out of my head.
He kissed me, took off my blouse,
and fondled and licked my breasts.
Some men were watching us.
There was something like a crucifix nearby,
and I was fixed in a spread-eagle position wearing only my panties.
It was then that I realized I hadn't shaved my armpits since autumn...
But being tied up made it all visible.
Mr. Thomas said, "Your armpit hair is so naughty," and
licked my armpits.
The men who had been watching from afar came closer,
and encouraged by Mr. Thomas, they touched and licked my body.
They all seemed like ordinary businessmen.
Mr. Thomas said, "Your panties are soaking wet," and
touched my vagina over my panties.
Even though I didn't have a sex partner,
I liked sexy underwear and always wore side-tie panties.
I always imagined a man untying these strings while masturbating and untied them myself.
Finally, Mr. Thomas untied the side strings.
Even though we were in the store, I was completely naked.
The men were looking up at my vagina from below.
Just being watched made me feel like I was going to come.
When I asked Mr. Thomas for his penis,
he said, "Shall we all take turns like those people earlier?"
and I couldn't help but shout, "Please, do it!"
Then they untied me from the crucifix and laid me down on the carpet.
The men quickly undressed and attacked me.
I saw the hostess bringing a lot of condoms.
What I always imagined while masturbating became a reality.
My first sex in about three years turned out to be incredible.
My mind was blank, and I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.
At that time, there were five or six men besides Mr. Thomas,
all naked around me.
I was laid on my back, and one of them entered me immediately.
It didn't matter who it was. I just wanted a penis!
It was my first penis in three years. I was so happy. Tears came out.
I felt like I had returned to being a female animal rather than a woman.
While being penetrated,
I turned my head to take another man's penis in my mouth.
Both my hands were also holding other men's penises.
At most, I had four penises at once.
When one man finished, another would enter me.
I was coming continuously.
Some men ejaculated in my mouth during oral sex.
But since I was doing oral sex while having intercourse,
I couldn't hold it properly, and it spilled out, getting on my face...
But I didn't have time to wipe it off,
and I was happy to feel like I was being violated.
Maybe because of how I looked, one man
poured the semen from his condom into my mouth.
It went into my mouth, and I drank a little, but it also got on my face...
Mr. Thomas also gave me his impressive penis.
I don't know how much time passed.
Some men seemed to have gone twice.
I was exhausted and covered in semen.
I felt happiness from the bottom of my heart and was in a daze.
After that, Mr. Thomas took me to the shower room
and washed me clean.
I was so happy that tears welled up again.
Mr. Thomas didn't seem to understand why I was crying, so
I told him that I hadn't had sex for three years and always imagined being violated while masturbating.
Since we were both naked in the small shower room,
I wanted it again and asked Mr. Thomas to enter me.
