Carson often traveled for work, and I’d get restless. My husband was well aware that I was a woman with needs. I liked to work, but I really liked to play — and I absolutely loved to fuck.

He kept up with me fairly well, but when he went away for long work trips, I think he knew I was getting something on the side. And he seemed fine with it.

Maybe it was a vacation for him, if you will. It was always an experience for me.

Before he went south for a recent conference, he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

“Be good,” he said teasingly.

“Never,” I promised.

“Have fun,” he said in a knowing tone.

“Always,” I replied.

He gave me a squeeze, and then gave my rear another. He jokingly added, “Take care of this ass. It’s my favorite thing.”

He planted another sensual kiss on me, and then he looked deep into my eyes. He gave me a grin and a wink, and finally off he went.

After waving goodbye, I went inside and walked to my closet to select a sexy outfit. I was taking myself out for dinner and drinks. Maybe I’d find an interesting person when I was out and about. A girl can dream.

I chose a black wrap dress with three-quarter sleeves and matching slingback heels. No panties, of course, and sans bra, obviously.

I twisted my long hair up into a stylishly messy knot and selected some silver earrings. My makeup was simple: smoky eyes, some subtle blush and a hint of red lipstick. And then I was done.

“Perfect,” I said to the woman in the mirror. “Let’s find some company for the night.”

I drove down to the harbor where some of the fancier restaurants were located. After I was seated, I ordered a martini and a shrimp cocktail to start.

It didn’t take long for me to notice the tall dark stranger at the bar who was watching me.

Making deliberate eye contact, I drew a plump shrimp into my mouth and sucked on it. Then I uncrossed and recrossed my legs slowly. Elaborately. Just like the iconic scene in Basic Instinct. 

Seated at a high top, I was sure the man could see what I wanted him to see.

When his cheeks heated to a blazing red, I knew I’d been successful. I took a sip of my martini, ate another yummy shrimp and waited.

When the waiter brought my main course, he also brought me another martini, which I hadn’t ordered.

“It’s from the gentleman at the bar,” he said.

I raised it, saluted my benefactor and knocked it back.

When I was nearly done with my meal, he approached. Ten minutes later, we left together.

Bruce was tall and bearded with big green eyes and huge hands. I wondered what they’d feel like pinning my thighs wide as he devoured my pussy. I imagined myself soaking his beard with my juices.

My cunt was so wet, and so distracting, that I had to shift in my seat to readjust myself as I drove.

I’d insisted we take my car and head to a hotel. He hadn’t argued.

Inside the room, I plopped on the bed. The action made my braless breasts bounce, and I knew that was appealing. I spread my legs a bit, and he stared at my naked snatch.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, urging him closer with a come-hither motion of my fingers.

Bruce moved toward me. When he was close enough, I grabbed his belt buckle and tugged him toward me roughly. He took a few stumbling steps, and then I was unfastening his belt.

I’d told him my name was Amanda. Because no one needed to know my real name, and I’d be Amanda until Carson got home. Amanda was smoking hot and as horny as hell.

Bruce’s cock was long and thick. I touched the very tip of my tongue to his crown. He hissed like I’d burned him, and his whole body jerked real fast, like he’d received an electric shock. However, his surprise was short-lived, and I sucked his crown between my lips. He purred like a giant cat, and I tickled his balls with my long fingernails, making him shiver.

When Bruce ran out of patience, he pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me back. I propped myself up on my elbows, so I could watch him in action. He pushed my dress up around my waist, and I let my legs fall wide. I wanted him to get a really good look at my shaved pussy — and my excitement.

Bruce pushed a finger inside me, as if to gauge my wetness. I must’ve passed muster because he added a second. Then his mouth descended on me. He ate my pussy with great attention to detail. His fingers fucked me thoroughly as his lips and tongue danced over my clit. I slid my fingers into his thick hair and tugged until he grunted and nipped me with his teeth.

I squealed, and that seemed to fire him up. He gave me one more bold swipe with his tongue and then rose up and pushed me down, so my back was on the bed. I knew he was going to mar my dress. It would get wrinkled and coated in bodily fluids, but that was fine by me.

Bruce jammed his cock into my cunt, and he wasn’t slow or gentle about it. I was startled by his girth and how much he filled and stretched me. But then I relaxed and took all he had to give. I clawed at his back and pulled on his broad shoulders, so he’d lower himself and kiss me. I jammed my tongue into his mouth, forcing his tongue to tangle with mine. His damp beard smelled and tasted like pussy.

As he bucked, I grabbed his ass, pulling him down hard as I thrust up from beneath him.

For a few fleeting moments, my mind was spinning with questions: Where is Carson now? Is he thinking of me? Does he suspect I’m doing this? How does that make him feel? Does it turn him on? Will he jerk off in his lonely hotel room, thinking about some strange man fucking his wife?

Bruce’s pistoning cock — and my racing thoughts — combined to make a powerful aphrodisiac. I came so hard that my body shook with the force of my climax.

Next, my lover switched things up by flipping me over and grabbing my hips. My breasts tumbled out of my bodice as he pounded me relentlessly. When he was ready to let loose, he pulled free of me. I heard the wet, erratic strokes of his hand on his erection, and then felt his hot cream rain down on my rear.

I fell to the bed, knowing I’d have to launder my sweaty, messy frock.

After I dropped off Bruce, I went home and did just that. I needed it clean and ready for the following night. It was, after all, my lucky dress.

The next night, with my outfit ready to go, I slid on a pair of silver heels, found my silver bag and applied a fresh face of makeup.

I’d talked to Carson before lunch and had assured him I’d been keeping myself busy. There was a pause after I said the telling words, and I felt he was smiling on the other end of the phone, well aware that his slutty wife was up to no good.

It made me happy to think he was fantasizing about what I was doing.

On the drive to the bar, I tried to decide what I wanted. Another guy like Bruce? A married man? Short or tall?

“Why not both?” I said aloud, laughing to myself.

That idea stuck in my head, and I let it live there as I searched for a parking spot.

At the bar, I ordered a whiskey sour. I subtly scoped out the place as I sipped my cocktail. There wasn’t much going on. I figured once my glass was drained, I’d leave and try somewhere else.

I was scrolling on my phone, trying to find a new hotspot to hit when two scruffy guys came into the bar. Both of them were dressed like they’d just gotten off work — and not office jobs. They wore jeans, tees, work boots and baseball caps.

My libido sat up and paid attention.

They settled in at the bar, and there were two empty seats between them and me. The taller of the buddies held up two fingers as he gestured to the bartender, who apparently knew exactly what that meant. The booze slinger slid two tall bottles of beer onto the bar.

I made a point of looking directly at the tall hunk. He had bright blue eyes and a streak of silver in his hair.

He caught my look and stared right back, giving me a nod and a once-over.

I spun my barstool and let the two men see me fully. Both stopped their conversation and took notice.

“The things I would do to you two,” I said loud enough for them to hear.

That got their attention in a big way. They each sat up a little straighter, and two set of eyes — brown and blue — burned hot with lust.

In no time, I was crowded by the two magnificently large men, who bought me more whiskey sours and grilled me about the dirty things I desired to do to them. I teased them with a few details but said I’d rather show them.

They followed me in their work pickup to the same motel where I’d entertained Bruce. The woman behind the check-in counter clearly recognized me from the previous night, judging by her expression. But she was smart enough to keep her lip zipped.

In the room, I untied my black magic dress and let it fall to my feet. I stood before the boys in nothing but my stunning silver heels. I’ve never seen guys undress so quickly.

Neither man looked at the other. All eyes were on me.

I moved between them and took a hard cock in each hand. The taller guy kissed me. The other one gently caressed my ass. As I jerked those two dicks, the men’s hands roamed my body, exploring, petting and pinching me. I hummed softly under my breath and stroked their rods more vigorously.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. I turned left to the taller one — Mr. Blue Eyes — and bent at the waist to lick his long, hot rod. I squeezed and stroked his erection while tonguing his crown. Then I sucked him deep into my mouth. The smell of him invaded my head as his pubes brushed my nose.

The shorter of the two — Mr. Brown Eyes — moved in behind me. He was faux fucking me by sliding his cock along my asscrack. I spread my legs and bucked back against him, getting the point across that the faux didn’t have to be. He could fuck me if and when he wanted.

He got the message and slid his dick into my pussy. His callused hands gripped my hips as he pounded me. His energetic thrusts shook me vigorously as I sucked off his buddy.

I broke away and proposed: “How about we hit the bed, guys?”

We adjourned to the mattress and got back to business.

In short order, I was kneeling on the bed and once again had a cock in my mouth and another in pussy. I was caught in a delicious push and pull. Mr. Brown Eyes reached beneath me and stroked my clit. My body bucked. I slid my hand below my body and rubbed along with him, then nudged his fingers out of the way. That let him focus on smacking my ass while he fucked me. I pinched my hard clit with my fingertips, allowing all the pain and pleasure to rock my world.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” gasped Mr. Blue Eyes.

That’s what I’d been angling for.

I slid my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked the crown of his cock. The whole scene had me seriously turned on. His pal smacked my ass once more, and I came. I groaned around the dick in my mouth, and that set off Mr. Blue Eyes, who shot his load across my tongue. We were falling like dominos. Next, Mr. Brown Eyes pulled free of my snatch, and his come splashed the backs of my bare, quaking thighs.

I sighed and collapsed to the mattress, feeling momentarily satisfied.

They both knelt there, staring at me.

“Don’t look so sad, boys,” I teased. “We’re not done yet. Who wants to pleasure their hostess, while we wait for your cocks to rally?”

It was Mr. Brown Eyes who positioned himself and spread my thighs. His tongue was hot and limber as he trailed it along my folds. He nudged my clit here and there to tease me.

I made a desperate sound and bumped my hips up, seeking more contact with his slippery tongue. He pressed my thighs wide and ruthlessly attacked my clit. The sensation was overwhelming and wonderful. Then Mr. Blue Eyes decided to run his hands over my breasts, stroking my nipples and pinching them roughly.

I climaxed again, my whole body bucking and trembling with the force of the erotic onslaught.

By the time I caught my breath and rolled to my side, both men were once again sporting full erections.

“So, how do you two feel about really sharing? Like up close and personal?”

My body was revving with arousal, but they eyed me suspiciously.

“Like what?” Mr. Blue Eyes said, just as Mr. Brown Eyes asked, “What did you have in mind?”

I pushed Mr. Blue Eyes down on the bed and straddled him. “For starters, a little of this,” I said, sinking down onto his thick cock. Moving slowly, I rode him as Mr. Brown Eyes gave an appreciative grunt from behind me. One of his thick fingers slid down my back and caused me to shiver fiercely.

I swiveled my hips until I was wildly excited and my cunt was dripping wet.

Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I said, “Maybe you could use the other entrance.”

Lifting off the man beneath me, I pushed my fingers into my pussy and gathered up some my own moisture. When my other playmate came closer, I slickened up his shaft with my natural lube.

“There, now you’re all set,” I told him.

I again impaled myself on Mr. Blue Eyes, who groaned helplessly. His hands cupped my tits as his trim hips thrust up beneath me. His face was a mask of serious concentration. He pinched my nipples, and I hissed as Mr. Brown Eyes climbed behind me and straddled the other man’s legs.

Mr. Brown Eyes ran the head of his cock along my asshole. I leaned back slightly to encourage the very tip of his cock to breach my backdoor. I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles, willing him to plunge into my asshole. His rough hands settled on my hips, and a thrill shot through me.

“Stick it in me, baby,” I pleaded.

Both men froze, and then Mr. Brown Eyes growled as he pressed forward with more insistence. When the head of his cock was fully inside me, I sighed and carefully rocked on the hard dick of the stud beneath me.

I leaned my upper body over the man on the mattress. I let him kiss me and bite my lower lip. The tiny hairs on my neck stood on end. My body relaxed a bit more, and the guy behind me slid home with a low groan.

Our movements didn’t sync right away. There was a learning curve. I let the man beneath me take charge, holding my hips and thrusting upward. Behind me, his friend gripped my upper arms as he reamed my ass.

I had never felt more full. Two cocks were gliding in and out of me as I tried to keep my wits about me. Tension coiled in my pelvis as the pressure and friction increased. Moving in concert, they plunged deep inside me, stuffing me with pleasure.

I rocked from side to side, encouraging the guy behind me to keep up the pace. Grinding against Mr. Blue Eyes, I shuddered while my climax surged closer and tension and fullness overwhelmed me. I was so slick I could hear the wet, slurping sounds of our fucking as we moved.

Hands slid over my hips, across my belly and around my back. I’d briefly closed my eyes, thus keeping the owners of the exploring hands a mystery to myself. Someone cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples hard enough to make me tremble. I was locked in on my pleasure and committed to my goal of getting off.

Mr. Blue Eyes blew first. His rhythm had gotten faster and faster, and his breath was like a freight train in my ear. Then his come flooded me. I felt it leak from my cunt, soaking our bodies where we were joined.

His excitement spurred me on. I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock, not letting him go — even as he began to deflate. I tilted my hips, so my clit rubbed against Mr. Blue Eyes’ pelvic bone. After achieving contact, it took only a few spirals of my hips to send me spiraling into an orgasm of my own. Doing that forced the lover behind me to release a gruff cry. He leaned forward, further bending me over Mr. Blue Eyes. My ass took him easily at that point. He rocketed in and out of my rear until his body went rigid and he filled my back passage with his cream.

Sated and sticky, we parted. I grabbed a towel and headed to the shower. I took my time, using hot water and lathering up with generous handfuls of shower gel. My body was sore, but in a good way. I knew even after Carson came home, the memories of my trysts would linger in my mind and turn me on.

When I left the boys at the hotel, I thanked them for the fun evening.

“Can we maybe get a…number?” Mr. Blue Eyes asked.

“Nope,” I said and waved goodbye.

Carson surprised me the next morning by coming home early. I was off work for the day and lying on the sofa watching TV when the front door opened.

“Baby!” I shouted gleefully.

He paused and studied me for a minute. Then he said, “You’re glowing. Did you have a nice break from me?”

I reached toward him with my foot and teasingly poked his belly with my toes as I said, “I missed you.” He came closer, and I dragged my hand along his fly. I felt his stiffening cock beneath his zipper. “It appears you missed me, too,” I told him.

“Always,” he answered.

I leaned up and tugged his tie until he lowered his body onto mine. I wrapped a leg around him as images from my flings flitted through my mind. Men who were not him. Men I used for pleasure.

“Did you keep busy while I was gone?” he asked, giving me that knowing smile, which always made me think he knew about my extracurricular activities.

“I managed,” I said mysteriously.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Glad you’re glad,” I said, forcing a hand between us to grope his crotch. His cock was rock-hard. “Now take your pants off.”

I always liked when Carson went away, but I liked him coming home even more.