Even if there’s such a thing as a “conventional” marriage, ours isn’t it.

DeWitt and I were both 18 when we tied the knot, and honestly I thought he’d be better. He’s a nice guy, and I’ve stuck with him, but he’s always known that to try to fill the sexual gap, I take lovers.

More than 20 years in, De — Witt agreed to allow me to bring a man we knew well into our home as, in effect, a second husband. I alternate nights sleeping with them but have sex with both nearly every day. We all get along well, and the arrangement has enabled me to get something like enough sex.

When Bernard had been with us about four years, we planned a two-week winter getaway in sunny San Diego, to escape our daily routines for a while — and even more to escape the Northern cold. I made the arrangements; I’ve done a lot of business traveling, so that was easy. Working with an open budget, I booked us a suite at a popular resort with two bedrooms and baths along with a large sitting room and a kitchenette.

The guys were pleasantly surprised to find that the patio doors in the bedrooms and sitting room opened onto a golf course open to all guests. They grabbed beers and went to check the place out. I stayed behind and unpacked everyone’s bags.

The first thing I did was strip — I was still dressed for 20-below weather! — shucking everything except my white cotton bikini panties and bra. Oh, that felt better!

I opened a bottle of beer and downed it quickly while I worked. I had just popped the top on another beer when there was a knock at the door. Thinking my guys had wandered around to the front and couldn’t get in without a key, I went to the door without giving thought to the fact that I was wearing just my underwear.

Imagine my surprise finding myself face-to-face with a young Hispanic hunk in a resort uniform. I dashed to get a robe, then returned to find out what he wanted. He was very polite, and said he had brought the extra towels we had requested. He put them away and thanked me for the decent tip I gave him. He said his name was Carlos and it would be his pleasure to serve us in any way he could during our stay.

“Just call the desk and ask for me,” he said. “And by the way, please don’t be embarrassed. When you opened the door, you were wearing more than a lot of women wear at the pool. Have a good day, and enjoy your stay with us, Mrs. T —”

The guys were back soon asking who the guy was they saw leaving our suite. I told them what he’d wanted and told them about opening the door in my undies.

Bernard said, “He must be quite a gentleman if he could see you dressed like that and control himself.”

DeWitt agreed, adding that they were going to have their hands full trying to play golf and keep me satisfied too. Whereupon Bernard chimed in: “I don’t think we need to worry about Bootsy. I gather she knows how to keep her kitty fed.”

I said, “Wait a minute, guys. Did you forget that I’m a reformed woman, a strictly two-man woman? I haven’t been in the sack with anyone but you two in ages.” I suggested we go to the bar in the main lodge for a few cocktails to relax before dinner. The guys were all for that but wanted me to go in bra and panties. “Dream on,” I said, then slipped on a simple sundress with sandals.

There was another couple seated near where we chose to sit so we could quiz the bartender about activities. I sat between my men, who each put a hand on the thigh nearest them. I crossed my legs to discourage further exploration under my skirt.

Then I saw a lady down the bar looking at my lap, seeing where my guys’ hands were and turning up her nose! So, being proud of my guys, I put my hands on their hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Plus I uncrossed my legs to give access to my charms.

DeWitt is a fast-fingered fucker, but Bernard’s fingers are even quicker — and are out of control 95 percent of the time. He seems to think that since DeWitt had 20 years’ worth of exploring my body on him, he has to catch up. He quickly took advantage of the repositioning of my legs to slide his hand up to my crotch, and found my panties already damp with desire. Miss Nose-in-the-Air gave a snort and showily faced the other way. In a whisper I asked the guys if they could please wait until later so I would be able to sit still and eat dinner in peace. Both respectfully removed their hands for the duration of the time we were there.

After dinner we took a leisurely walk in the moonlight, exploring the area for half an hour, then returned to the suite, where we all showered and watched a pay-for-view movie. When the credits rolled, DeWitt stood up and stretched, and announced that he was turning in. He bid Bernard good night, knowing that I would be in to tuck him into bed in a few minutes before spending the night with Bernard, whose night it was.

I gave DeWitt ten minutes to get in bed, then slipped in bed with him and shared a deep kiss that charged our hormones. When our lips parted, he whispered, “Please sit on my face, darling.” I was happy to do so, straddling his head and lowering my furry lips onto his waggling tongue. I’d been wet since the restaurant, so his tongue easily penetrated my folds, sending ripples through my loins.

DeWitt’s erection waved invitingly in the dim light. How I love to suck my guys! Each has close to seven thick inches of delicious meat to pleasure me, making me the luckiest girl in the world. After ten minutes of doing each other he pushed up on my hips, indicating that he was ready to fuck. We spun around, merging our loins and immediately beginning to thrust hard and fast. He went off in about two minutes, firing volley after volley in my cunt. It happened too quickly for me to reach my peak, but I knew I had more loving awaiting me straight across the hall.

I cuddled DeWitt until he was sleeping, then moved quietly to join Bernard, who embraced me with a deep kiss. He didn’t waste time on foreplay, moving quickly to mount me in missionary position, my favorite. He seemed more aroused than usual as he hammered my pussy, with me meeting him stroke for stroke, squeezing him as best as I could each time he thrust into me. He got me off moments before his dam burst, gushing warm cream to mingle with DeWitt’s in me.

Hours later I was awakened by the morning sun shining on my face and bare chest. I ran my hand around Bernard’s chest, twiddling my fingers in his chest hair and waking him.

I said, “Hi, you don’t want to miss your tee time, dear.”

He glanced at the clock and said, “No worry, darling, we’ve got plenty of time to screw.”

I got up and followed him to the bathroom, then back to bed where he holed out in less than three minutes. Then I excused myself to go wake DeWitt. He too wanted a little morning loving.

We ordered breakfast while everybody showered, then enjoyed a relaxing meal before I was left a golf widow for the afternoon. I decided to go shopping, and was waiting for a cab when a young man approached me and said, “Good morning, Mrs. T — .” At first I didn’t recognize him, but gradually I recognized Carlos.

I explained that I was waiting on a cab to go shopping. I’m a good judge of people, so I knew Carlos was sincere when he asked if I’d like a guided tour of the better shops here in the area where he had grown up and often shopped with his mother. When I accepted his offer, he led me to his open-topped Jeep.

There wasn’t any ladylike way to get in and out of the Jeep, making me wish that I’d worn panties rather than foolishly gone commando. Thankfully, Carlos was a gentleman and gave no indication that he might have caught a flash of the beaver while helping me in and out. I avoided eye contact.

Carlos damn sure did know where he was going and took me to some great stores I likely wouldn’t have found on my own. I soon found myself having a better time shopping with Carlos than going with friends. Then I realized why. This shopping trip was all about me! I didn’t have to wait on a friend, but could move on when I wanted to.

I learned that Carlos was 22 and between girlfriends. He added that he was just about burned out on the girls in his social circle, who all put him down because of his job, while they hung out with guys who lived at home supported by Mom and Dad! Those guys drove new cars and flashed the money their parents gave them, while he made good money and supported himself, and had his own apartment. I told him he should be proud of himself.

I had a fun day. When Car — los asked if I’d like to go sightseeing the next day, as this was the first day of his vacation, I said I’d love to.

I showed my guys the few things I’d gotten while shopping and told them about Carlos giving up his time to show me around. After they pestered me for more information about Carlos,

I was surprised when Bernard said, “It looks like our lady is about to embark on a holiday fling, DeWitt.”

DeWitt smiled at me and said, “There isn’t anything wrong with that.”

I just let the guys talk, then later made passionate love with Bernard, who just couldn’t get enough of me. But I had to move on to DeWitt, who I knew would be about to burst waiting for me to come to him. Indeed, it seemed like he was on and in me all night, and was screwing me when I woke up at half past five. I let him hump the shit out of me and bring me off, freeing me to race to the bathroom.

Then it was time to give Bernard his morning poon. I found him hopped up like a billy goat, and relieved him of two loads, but he was still sporting an erection when he returned to dress.

I had coffee with the guys while they wolfed down the pre-golf breakfast that DeWitt had ordered up. Then I saw them off. I hurried to get a soothing douche and a hot shower, and 45 minutes later met Carlos in the lobby. He showed me some beautiful country on the outskirts of the city, and we enjoyed a lovely picnic lunch that he’d packed. Nothing sexual happened, but we talked constantly, with Carlos gradually relaxing and becoming more himself.

I was half an hour late getting back, prompting questions from my guys. I gave assurances that I’d been a faithful wife, going so far as to take off my shorts and panties for a visual inspection. We all ended up in one bed, screwing until the guys couldn’t get it up again. It was late when we ate dinner, after which we returned to bed, where it seemed one or the other of the guys was on me throughout the night.

The guys had a daily tee time, leaving me to my own devices during the day. For the next three days my trusty young escort showed me all sorts of interesting sights.

By day four I’d had my fill of sightseeing and shopping, so when Carlos asked what I was up for, I said, “I’d like to see where you live.”

He said, “I don’t think you’d like my place, Bootsy. It’s just a small apartment over a mom-and-pop grocery store. I smiled sweetly and said, “Please, Carlos, I’d like to go to your place and get away from everything for a while.”

His place really was small, but it was neat and clean, free of the trash and dirty dishes most young men have in their places. I took the bull by the horns and said, “I don’t suppose a handsome young man like you would be interested in getting naked and doing something wet and wild with an older woman?”

Finally finding his voice, Carlos said, “Are you shitting me, lady? I’ve been trying to conceal the hard-on I get every time I’m with you. But knowing one of those guys you’re with is your husband has kept me from making a pass. So are you serious?”

I stood up and began to remove my clothes, saying, “What do I have to do to prove it to you, sweetness?”

Carlos moved quickly to take me in his arms and lock his lips with mine — and let me tell you, that young man knew how to kiss! Either he’d had serious experience, or he was a natural talent. After his initial burst of passion, our lips remained fused, our tongues entwined, inflaming our mutual desire.

I didn’t realize until I felt the backs of my knees softly touching the bed that he had guided me across the apartment while we embraced. One of his hands left the breast it had been massaging to enable him to undress as fast as he could. I was aware of his pants sliding down past my naked thighs on their way to the floor, and then he was lowering me onto the bed. I’d had only brief contact with his erection while we were standing, but on the bed I felt its full length against my thigh — long, thick and very hard.

His mouth left mine, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and across my chest, until his face nestled in the valley between my breasts while his thumbs tweaked and tugged on my swollen nipples. My blood started to boil when he began sucking and nibbling alternately on my hard nipples. I raised my ass so he could slide my panties down below my knees, then skillfully whisked them off with his toes.

That left us both gloriously naked. Given Carlos’s age, I expected him to mount me right away, so I assumed the missionary position to accept him. I was pleasantly surprised when he swung around, putting us in 69 position, and buried his face between my open legs. What followed was one of the most sensuous assaults any man launched ever on my womanhood. His feather-light kisses, nibbles and swirling tonguings traveled slowly from my knees to my navel, covering every inch of flesh without getting within an inch of my pussy.

I was trying breathlessly to pleasure him in return but he moved about, keeping his manhood just out of my reach. Just when I reached the point where I didn’t think I could take any more, he lowered his balls to my open mouth. At the same time his searing lips descended on the gash between my legs.

I kissed and licked his scrotum, then eased my way up the thick shaft. Finding his glans still sheathed at full erection, I peeled back his foreskin with my tongue and was pleased to find he smelled of a sweet scented bath soap. He gasped when I took his seven inches deep in my throat without pausing or gagging. My guys both have cocks within fractions of an inch of Carlos’s, so I’d had lots of practice at this.

The blowjob was quickly sidetracked since I was distracted by Carlos’s tongue dancing in my vagina. It was like it was everywhere at once, sending surges of pleasure through me. Finally it got to be too much, and I twisted my body away and closed my eyes to bask in the pleasure I’d received and give my pussy a break.

When I opened my eyes, Carlos was looking down into them. As he smiled and said hi, he nudged the head of his cock between my lower lips, then searched for the mouth of my inner core. Finding it, he eased in until he was completely inside. Within ten seconds my inner walls were inundated with his cream, suggesting he’d been deprived of sexual satisfaction far too long.

As Carlos rolled off, gasping for breath, his wet cock flopped over my thigh, sending tremors of continued desire through me and making me hunger to achieve climax with this young man’s erection buried in me. I knew that I was going to get what I needed when he asked if I’d consider doing it once more since he lost control so fast.

I returned to our suite after six that night, finding two guys waiting anxiously. After a long pause, DeWitt said, “Well, Bernard, it’s obvious our lady got herself laid good. Doesn’t she look positively radiant with that just-fucked glow?”

Bernard nodded and said, “Yes, she does. As a matter of fact, she looks better than I’ve ever seen her since we began this relationship.”

DeWitt said, “I agree. It’s the same look I used to see a lot before you joined us. I’m sure she’ll have something interesting to tell us while we take our turns making love to her. You should go first. I promise it’ll be the best you ever had. It doesn’t get better than when her pussy is in this condition.”

I could fill countless pages with the passionate details of the remaining sex-filled days of our vacation, with beautiful young Carlos as well as my husbands, but I’ll leave that to you to visualize. My guys and I came home with a flood of memories and a stronger bond thanks to all we experienced.

A couple of months after we got back, the boys cuddled up next to me with snifters of brandy and said that they had thought and talked a lot about what happened in San Diego and wanted “to talk seriously.” I nervously thought I must have crossed the line stepping out on them. On the contrary, they so loved the way the experience had affected me that they wanted me to take lovers and tell them all the juicy details.

Which left me wondering, can a woman in her mid-40s attract men the way I used to? I guess we’ll all find out!