So that night there I was; on my back on my son's single bed, naked, legs open waiting to be fucked by the three boys.
My husband Dave had watched them come in and file up the stairs.
They'd all poked their heads in our bedroom where he was sitting up in bed watching something on the laptop.
They'd all smiled at him and said "Good evening Mr P." and Mark had asked "Where's mum?" and Dave had pointed across the corridor at Mark's bedroom where I was waiting.
"Oh good. She's ready. Come on boys. Let's not keep our MILF waiting."
So he was either oblivious, or he was listening and wanking his tiny dick imagining his wife getting fucked by three young men.
They all wanted to fuck me but couldn't decide who should go first.
I was growing impatient. And horny.
"I don't care which one of you fucks me first as long as you do it soon. Like now. Simon, get your face in my cunt and I'll show you how to find a clit with your tongue."
Simon dived between my legs and lapped clumsily but enthusiastically.
Mark was desperate.
"Smallest dick first makes sense mum but then that leaves me being biggest with sloppy thirds. I don't mind waiting but I want to fuck your tight pussy mum, not when it's all loose and full of their semen."
I grabbed Simon's head and directed his face where I needed it.