My husband, who is four years older than me, often brings his close colleagues, Mr. Smith and Mr. Johnson, over to our house for drinks, perhaps to show off his still 20-year-old wife.
I also join in the drinking with everyone, but...
"You're so lucky to have such a young and cute wife!"
"Lisa, if you ever leave him, come to me."
I don't feel bad hearing such things.
That day, as usual, we were all drinking late into the night.
Recently, my husband has been falling asleep as soon as he gets home, probably because work has been tough, and that day was no different.
Since we had just started the drinking party, I felt it would be rude to send the two of them home, so I decided to keep them company for a while.
They seemed to think it would be inappropriate to talk about work in front of me, so they started discussing our newlywed life and past experiences.
As we talked about recent events and my impressions of married life, I, not being used to alcohol, started to get drunk.
Because of that, the conversation took a slightly risky turn.
"Lisa, you're so young. Haven't you ever thought it was a waste to get married so early?"
"Well, not really. I loved him so much, I have no regrets at all."
"It's a waste, Lisa. You're so cute, you could have had so many more experiences."
"Hmm, maybe, but I think one man, my husband, is enough for me."
"Wait, Lisa, is he the only one you've ever been with?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Hmm..."
They both fell silent for a while, lost in thought.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Me too."
When they returned from the bathroom, the conversation picked up again.
But it took a slightly strange direction.
"Lisa, hasn't he been tired lately?"
"Yeah, he falls asleep as soon as he gets home. Is he busy?"
"Oh, he's been given a big project by his boss. He's really motivated."
"Yeah, if he succeeds, a promotion is guaranteed. But he must be pretty tired."
"I thought so."
"It must be tough for a newlywed like you, Lisa, not getting any attention."
"Well, a little."
"I knew it. You're frustrated, aren't you?"
"No, it's not like that."
It's true that lately, my husband falls asleep right away, so we haven't been intimate for a while.
My body, which learned pleasure from my husband, is aching.
So, during the day when my husband is not around, I relieve my frustration through self-pleasure.
"He's no good, leaving a beautiful wife alone just because he's busy with work."
"Yeah, if it were me, I'd never let you feel lonely."
I could feel their gazes on my chest.
Since it was a drinking party, I thought I'd dress comfortably, so I was only wearing a camisole on top.
But I was also drunk, so even though I felt their gazes, I leaned forward a bit, emphasizing my cleavage.
I thought I heard them gulp.
Because I was getting into it, the conversation turned more and more suggestive.
"Lisa, how many have you experienced?"
"Only my husband's."
"Were you a virgin? That's not good. You should know more!"
"Yeah, you only live once. You should enjoy it more!"
"Do you want us to show you ours?"
"Yeah, we're not saying you have to do anything. We just feel sorry for you, Lisa."
I was drunk and curious, so I wanted to see.
They started undressing eagerly and showed me.
I was surprised to see both of them were aroused.
"They're both so big."
"How big?"
"Mr. Smith's is longer than my husband's, and Mr. Johnson's is both long and thick."
"...You can touch it if you want."
I couldn't believe it.
Compared to my husband's, it was so different...
I hadn't had sex for a while, so I was craving it.
I thought it would be okay to just touch, so I played with Mr. Smith's, but I could feel myself getting wet.
"Lisa, do you always give him oral?"
"I've never done it. I don't even know how."
"That's not good. Let me teach you."
It turned into an oral training session with Mr. Smith's aroused member.
I always thought a man's thing was dirty, but when I got close, the lewd smell made my head spin.
I licked and sucked as I was taught.
As I was bent over giving oral, Mr. Johnson started playing with my breasts from behind.
Already excited, my sensitive nipples and chest were being teased, and I couldn't help but want more, my hips squirming.
"Lisa, your hips are moving. What do you want?"
"Uh, uh, I want it."
Mr. Johnson pulled my skirt down to my knees.
He spread my buttocks and looked at my private parts and anus.
(It's definitely wet, so embarrassing. Don't look at my butt hole.)
As I was thinking that, Mr. Johnson suddenly thrust his large member into me.
I thought he would play with my clit or something, so I was shocked, and Mr. Smith's member went deep into my throat, making me choke.
Even though I was teary-eyed and coughing, Mr. Smith held my head down and wouldn't let go.
I endured the thrusts from behind while serving him with my throat.
(It's so different from my husband.)
The wide head scraped my vaginal walls, and the thick shaft pressed inside me.
It hit places I had never reached before.
Being attacked by something so big was overwhelming.
I came quickly.
But Mr. Johnson showed no signs of stopping, and I was repeatedly brought to climax.
"Lisa, your mouth is free."
Mr. Smith demanded oral, but I had no energy left.
"Hey, Smith, that's too much."
"Then I'll enjoy it here."
Mr. Johnson and Mr. Smith exchanged glances and put me in a dominant position.
"Lisa, have you ever had experience with your back hole?"
"I've never done it there. It's dirty, so I don't like it."
"There's nothing dirty about you, Lisa. Let me take your other virginity."
With baby lotion from the powder room, Mr. Smith started to gently loosen my anus.
I resisted out of disgust, but with Mr. Johnson thrusting from below, my resistance had its limits.
As I was being loosened repeatedly, I was scared of how good it started to feel.
Just as he was about to enter my anus, I resisted with all my might.
After all, Mr. Johnson was still inside my front hole.
I never imagined it would be both at once.
Mr. Johnson held my legs, and Mr. Smith held my butt firmly, and Mr. Smith's long member entered.
Even with lotion, it felt like I was being torn apart.
Mr. Smith's member, much longer than my husband's, went unbelievably deep into my anus.
Even though I was going through this, my husband was sleeping soundly.
"It hurts, it hurts, don't move."
Mr. Smith didn't thrust, but he rotated his hips, widening my back hole.
I endured the pain, but I started to feel something else.
Once I got used to the pain, that other sensation overwhelmed me.
"Lisa, something other than lotion is coming out of your back hole."
"Wow, you're feeling it from your first double penetration."
"We'll push you to your limits, Lisa. Enjoy it."
Mr. Smith and Mr. Johnson started alternating thrusts.
Instantly, an incredible pleasure attacked me from both holes.
"Ah, it's amazing. I'm going to die."
"Die, go crazy."
"Uh, ah."
I cried out like a beast, overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Lisa, we're going to finish inside. Is that okay?"
"Yes, finish inside. Fill me with your heat."
They released their hot fluids deep inside both holes.
I felt the ejaculation inside me and reached the highest peak of ecstasy.
"Lisa, we can get along well."
"When your husband can't take care of you, call us, and we'll keep you company."
Even now, after my husband's project is over and our married life is back to normal, I still call them over when my husband is not around.
