(This is dedicated to my friends Rachel and Kiara for their inspiration.)
It was one in the morning, Daniel was fast asleep and Sara was wide awake with that familiar feeling, that gnawing urgency to be sexually satisfied. She reached for the familiarity between her legs and began to stimulate herself.
She imagined their touch, their craving for her body. They, the several anonymous men, all wanted one thing; to satisfy themselves in her pussy. She was being gangbanged by 6 men, maybe 7, her imagination vacillated as to the number. She was in heat and wanted to be fucked.
This desire was there from before they were married but it seemed like something a normal person should repress and she went about doing that but still leaving the door open in her fantasies.
Daniel slept silently next to her unaware a scene of wild debauchery was being played out as she moved her fingers faster.
On the street she would feel that hot moistness between her legs every time she saw groups of men turn their heads for her. Were they imagining her naked? Were they thinking naughty thoughts about her? It felt like it and these days, more than ever, she wanted it to be true.
How long can a person deny who they are and what they need?
But for now, in their bed, her fantasies took over...
One by one, like a sexual carousel, they pushed their rock hard cocks deep inside her...her fingers jerking faster now...one of them takes pleasure in her mouth and full lips. She sucks him voraciously in return...now she feels the growing climax spreading across her stomach and as the last man deposits his cum in her the orgasm bursts, her waist arches up off the bed and she exalts in the glorious release.
Daniel turned on his side and slept peacefully.
***
Sometimes, the morning after one of her gangbang fantasies she would stand naked in front of the mirror and take inventory of her assets. A petite, shoulder length dark haired beauty, she tried to see herself in a man's eyes. Her breasts were small but with no hint of sagging. She worked her slender figure every day in the school gym. She was a hardbody with curves and a pert rear end. That was where their eyes would go after seeing how cute she was. It's what Daniel did initially before beginning to take her for granted.
She'd usually smile at her reflection and say, "Hell, I'd fuck me all day long."
Sex with Daniel was fine but uneventful as their lovemaking tended to be. She had never taken it to where she wanted to go because that wasn't him. Consequently, she had occasional sex at home and then a roaring alternate sex life in her head.
If he'd ever seen what was in her mind he would have been shocked. For that matter, her friends would have been shocked.
Sara was a bespectacled (sexy nerdy), 35 year old (looked 25) college admissions counselor and her primary job was helping to transition junior college grads into a four year program. The usual age for this transition was 20 or 21, depending on background, maturity or aptitude.
In general, she liked helping young people start their lives and, of course, it didn't hurt that the male students, and sometimes even the females, would give her the once over.
She would take those looks into her fantasies where they would take their place in the group that privately fucked her.
She had met Chris a couple of times, meeting briefly to process his entry into school but this time he showed up with his father. Not only was Chris attractive to her but his father made it clear where the DNA came from.
As the meeting went on, Sara could feel the energy of Chris's father, Charles, coming strongly in her direction. Charles felt compelled to mention that he and Chris's mother were divorced. In addition, he presumptuously asked if she was married.
"Yes, but we don't have any children." Why did she feel compelled to tell him that?
Although the meeting was relatively short the underlying tones remained in the room. At the end when they got up to leave she saw Charles quickly glance at her ass. She felt some wetness when he did that and then they said goodbye.
She did innumerable sessions like this and that kind of interest was not unusual. The increasing difference was her. She could feel her ability to compartmentalize was breaking down and so she began to investigate 'what ifs'.
When she got home that night she began to surreptitiously surf the web looking for like minded erotica. While on the lookout for her husband with one eye, with the other she found men and women interested in a gangbang. There was a lot more interest than she expected. Groups of men openly recruited women or an woman advertised her availability to groups of men in various area codes.
She found a local classified in the 'group sex' sub-group, 'gangbang': "Woman, 25 to 40, wanted for gangbang." The poster requested a neck down picture and promised a good time. "If you've wanted to try it, here's your chance with a group of clean, good looking guys, fortyish. We respect your boundaries."
She nervously replied with her newly created username, 'Wetnready': "Nervous newbie but I want to try it. How does it happen?"
He replied immediately which took her aback for a second.
"I will private message you with the details."
While she waited for the message she started to doubt what she was doing. She began to consider risk of injury and identify exposure and all of a sudden her sex drive stepped aside for caution and she closed the laptop and started dinner.
She didn't open her laptop for a week, passing by it but restraining herself. She looked at it like forbidden fruit which, as human nature goes, made her want to open it even more.
***
At work, things followed predictably. Male co-workers took a moment to check her out as usual but with one difference...
She could hear them.
At first it sounded like so much background noise and she blocked it out the best she could but as each day passed the words became clearer. Soon the spoken and unspoken were audible to her with virtually no difference.
"Hey, Sara." ('Love just one time to get in those pants')
"Hey, Mike."
Or passing some guys seated at an outside restaurant she would hear:
('Oh hell, is she cute! Me, her, anytime!')
('I bet the four of us could ride her all night.')
('Wow...hot girl!')
('OMG')
She heard all of this as plain as day even though they were looking her way but talking to one another. She chalked this up to some kind of psychological anomaly and kept on moving.
So what if she could hear them? It was already clear from their expressions what they were thinking.
That night when she walked by the forbidden laptop she paused and put a hand on it. Daniel had passed out in front of the television and so she felt free to at least read the private message. Surly they had written her off after two weeks anyway.
When she flipped up the screen and got on the site she was surprised with the number of responses from other men as to her availability. The nude selfie had created a thread of its own. She had 42 messages, not to mention 5 private messages not counting the reply from the original poster.
This, of course, sent her biology into a frenzy and she masturbated while reading the missives from her admirers.
'Girl, you are hot, hot, hot and I think we want the same thing. Me and a few friends would be glad to make it real. I'll leave my number in private and we can text.'
'Hey, Wetnready: that is a niiicccee pic and I've got just the right group of dicks to make your dream come true. My 8 inches would like to meet your pussy. Please reply.'
"Honey," Daniel announced from the other room, "I'm headed to bed."
She slammed the laptop shut and pulled her hand out of her panties. "I'll be in soon," she called back.
When she heard his soft snoring she opened the laptop and kept reading. Some of them had finesse with their solicitation and others just had crude balls out lust. As she got towards the end of the messages so did her building orgasm and she came hard to the thought of submitting to all of them.
The last thing she read was the original poster's private reply:
