Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

STORY 17-PICNIC EXCURSION (GANGBANG)



I met with the guy who’d become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school’s football team and was pretty damn great in bed.

Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better.

Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.

It wasn’t going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained.

I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could work out together, but he gave up after a few months on the treadmill and consoled himself with just as much booze as he could find.

Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, and I must confess his large gut was a significant turn off. Now, I’m no nympho that needs sex five times per day, but if it became just once each week, I started to get restless.

Unexpectedly, I started discovering different guys and wondered what they’d be like in bed. I loved my husband rather than acted on my instincts, but I was enticed.

Then came my husband’s business picnic. It’d been a yearly event where workers’ families were encouraged to come to, which meant at least three hundred people were in attendance.

It was held in a park that had a sizable lake, which left lots of space for everyone to overeat without feeling fenced in. I was feeling especially horny that afternoon and dressed in a pair of shorts which were a size too small and a skimpy halter top.

Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that my hubby could’ve turned me on and I would find a little activity before the picnic, even if not canceling it. Regrettably, Michael didn’t even appear to notice because we jumped in the car and drove off.

It was a fantastic afternoon for the picnic. It was a little bright and sunny, and when we came we began mingling with others, Michael introduced me to a few men I hadn’t met before.

Brett had lately been assigned to operate under my husband, and Phil was the manager for a lot of the trainees for the provider. Both of them were around our age and in great form.

I hit it off together instantly and we chatted away like old friends. I heard they’d been wed, but their wives hadn’t come (Brett’s wife was seeing in-laws and Phil’s detested company get-togethers).

After speaking for a couple minutes my husband excused himself to the restroom, leaving me alone with all the men. Now, I’m a born flirt and left to my own devices, so I dropped into my old routine with these handsome guys. They responded in kind, and we were having a fantastic time trading sexual innuendos.

All too soon Michael returned and insisted on monitoring a number of his closer friends.

Reluctantly, I said farewell to the men and followed my own husband. The flirting had left me hornier, so I asked Michael if we could return to the car to get a quickie. He cried at the thought and told me to relax and revel in the picnic.

It didn’t take long to find his friends, the majority of whom were drinking friends that he hung out with after work. I’d met them a few times and found them to be an obnoxious, great deal.

I didn’t have much in common with their wives, so I’d been reduced to standing about and made to create polite conversation while the men laughed it up.

The president of this company gave his obligatory motivational speech and advised everybody to have fun. It didn’t take long for my husband, along with his friends, to entrench themselves close to the open bar and find out who could drink the most in the shortest period of time.

I was tired from my headache and asked my husband if it’d be alright if I walked for a wee while. He gave a brief, “Sure,” and returned to becoming drunk and laughing too loudly with his pals.

I hadn’t wandered around for quite long, until Brett sawn me. He could tell I wasn’t having a fantastic time and asked me what was wrong.

When I told him about my husband and the way I felt completely discounted, he sympathized and encouraged me to join a volleyball game which was about to start. That sounded like fun, so I readily agreed and followed him to where they were putting up the net.

Phil was there, as were younger men who were introduced as Larry, Chris and Dean. They were the interns that Phil was in control of. The opposing group was a bunch of computer programmers.

“We stand a chance, particularly with all you on our side,” Brett quipped.

I immediately found myself gaining a wholesome quantity of attention. Even the interns tread carefully and didn’t flirt too much, though Dean was a little raunchy.

I guess they didn’t want to risk saying something incorrect and angering the spouse of a superior.

Phil and Brett made up for this by draining me with compliments that were very flattering. I hadn’t been treated like this well lately.

After speaking for some time, our competitions came and the match started. I’m a really competitive girl, therefore it wasn’t long until I worked up a sweat. Having a touch of prosper, I discarded my halter shirt and showed off my skimpy bikini.

That small movement made me the center of attention for all the men. The interns became far more talkative, and Brett and Phil were continuously flirting. It puffed my ego somewhat that I could still grab the attention of so many men.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

It was a hard fought match, but much to my pleasure, we emerged victorious. From the time it was finished we were a sweaty mess. Phil asked if I’d worn out the bottoms of my bikini and once I said “yes”, he suggested we have a dip in the lake to cool ourselves off.

I informed him I needed to let Michael know, however, I’d most likely be there in a couple of minutes. As soon as I returned to my husband, it was evident that he was well on his way into becoming drunk and showed no signs of quitting.

I informed him how the match went, but he said, “That’s fine,” and had another drink. When I told him I needed to go swimming, he simply waved his hands.

The casual dismissal really got me steamed. He would have acted like he desired me.

It didn’t take long to see Phil and Brett. They were in the lake out far enough that the water was nearly up to their necks.

They waved me over, so I discarded my shorts and ran to the water, eagerly heading towards them. They stated how they were glad I’d come by and kissed me. Their behavior, which was the specific contrary of my husband, actually cheered me up and made me feel valued. I reciprocated by touching their athletic bodies.

They returned the favor by minding my figure. Brett went so far as to inform me that I was “the most popular Asian girl” he’d ever seen.

We found several people in the water and not one of these were nearby, providing us with some degree of solitude.


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