I was 19 when I married Ralph. He was the first man I’d ever been with and very different from the guys I used to date. At 28, he was a successful businessman and very handsome as well. We married a year after we first met, and the following year I had Jason, my first child.

As the years went by Ralph got even more successful, but he began paying less and less attention to me, and was gone a lot, so I became a typical bored housewife. I’m certain Ralph had affairs, but for him sex never seemed very important, so I doubt that any of them meant much to him.

My needs and desires were different, however. I have fucked a lot of men during my marriage, including some from our circle of friends, but mostly from outside — golf pros, my tennis coach, my masseur, a few gardeners, a personal trainer, and a couple of pool guys. I’ve even had a few threesomes that were quite fun.

I had long had a desire to learn the piano, so one day I started taking lessons with an instructor named Bruce. He was young, attractive, and seemingly gay. He was a good instructor, however, and I enjoyed the game of trying to tempt him. I would wear sexy cocktail dresses, stockings and garter ensembles, and low-cut tops and blouses. I could tell I was having an effect on him, so I figured he wasn’t completely gay — maybe just bisexual.

One day I wore a sexy black minidress and black thigh-high stockings, along with black mesh panties. I could see within minutes that Bruce had a lump in his pants, but he didn’t take any action. That changed, however, when I dropped some sheet music on the floor, and allowed my skirt to ride up as I retrieved it. My hand slid up his leg on my way back up, and that’s when it happened. Almost before I realized it, I was lying across the piano bench with my panties dangling from one foot, my skirt at my waist and Bruce’s face buried between my nylon-clad thighs. He ate my pussy very well, which surprised me, and brought me to a breathless climax.

I had no sooner recovered and sat up than he was between my legs again. I hadn’t even realized that his pants were down, but now his rigid cock was sliding up and down my slit as he got ready to penetrate me. But I stopped him and told him to get a condom, and as he did so, I positioned myself on my hands and knees on the bench.

Bruce now got behind me and slammed himself home. I cried out with passion and gripped the bench as he began to pound me. I hung my head for a moment, panting hard, and when I looked up I saw Tom, my 18-year-old son’s best friend, standing in the doorway of the music room. I didn’t know how long he had been there, but his face showed no emotion as he watched.

I stiffened in shock and gave a startled gasp. Bruce heard me and looked up to see what had caught my attention. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, then yanked his cock out of my gaping hole and started to fumble for his clothes in order to dress.

As Bruce made a quick exit, I held Tom’s gaze. “I was looking for Jason,” he said, almost as if in a daze. “But I guess he’s not here.”

“Look — don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” I said, but he looked so taken aback that I wasn’t sure my words had registered.

“I have to go,” he mumbled, but he didn’t move. His eyes were glued to my half-naked body, and it gave me an idea. I was horny and frustrated anyway, because of what had happened with Bruce, and Tom wasn’t a bad-looking guy.

“I don’t want you to say anything about this, Tom,” I said again. “Maybe we can work something out.”

He heard that all right. His eyes went wide, and he caught his breath. Then he began to move toward me. I stayed as I was. When he reached me, his hands went to my shoulders, and then slid down to my chest, beneath my dress. He clasped my tits with his fingers, and I moaned at the sensation, but the sound was muted by Tom’s mouth covering mine. His crotch pressed against my thigh, and his rigid hard-on was unmistakable.

He quickly pushed my dress down and practically ripped off my bra, at the same time driving his tongue in and out of my mouth. He then moved his head down to my chest to attack my nipples. He licked them until they dripped with saliva, then sucked them till they were fully erect. I heard myself whimpering with lust. He stroked my lips with his middle finger, then slipped it inside, and I sucked at it as though it was his cock.

Tom yanked my skirt back up to my waist as he continued to suck my sensitive nipples. His free hand went between my legs to cup my cunt, massaging it eagerly. I arched toward his hand as his finger slid along my wet slit, toying with my pussy lips.

Tom knelt on the floor then, kissing his way down my stomach. His lips grazed my mound, and he inhaled the scent of my wet cunt before pressing his mouth to my slit. Then he pulled down my panties, and his mouth latched onto my core. His fingers opened me up, pushing my lips apart until my clitoris emerged. Electricity shot through me, and I cried out with joy as his tongue lapped at my button. For such a young man, he was surprisingly adept at eating pussy. He brought me to a series of orgasms before he moved back up, face wet with my juices, and we kissed. I thrilled at the taste of my own honey. His hand was back between my legs, and he had at least three fingers thrusting in and out of me, keeping me aroused.

“Now it’s time for you to suck me,” he said, and I didn’t resist as he pushed me down on my knees and dropped his pants. I moaned with anticipation as I saw his thick, hard cock. I brought my head forward and began by licking it from base to tip. I kissed the head of his shaft, then engulfed him with my mouth.

It didn’t take Tom long to squirt his come down my throat. His sperm was salty and sweet, and I swallowed every last drop. It gave me a warm feeling in my belly, and I kept sucking furiously, not letting him soften. But after a minute he grabbed me and positioned me on my hands and knees, then got behind me and rammed his hard cock into me with an urgency that made me almost shout with the abruptness of his rough penetration. He then held on to my hips and drilled me for several minutes. I couldn’t get enough of his cock, and I stiffened and came not once, but twice, before I felt him groan and shoot his hot load inside me.

Finally, he got dressed and left, leaving me lying on the floor with his semen trickling out of my freshly fucked hole. But I doubted that this would be the only time Tom would screw me, and I was right. Since then, he has fucked me in every room of my house, including the bedroom and the bed I share with my husband. Oh, and Bruce has come back for more, too. Among others. Ralph knows nothing about any of them, and if he did I doubt that he would care.