My husband Owen was supposed to be meeting up with us all to have a foursome. He was the one who'd arranged it all for my thirtieth birthday three weeks ago, but Owen got waylaid and missed his flight home. Which ultimately meant he wasn't at the hotel I turned up to, to meet the three men he'd arranged for me to have sex with.
Spending one and half hours with the men, who were all much more well endowed than Owen, was simply the best sex of my life. I sucked each of the men, as they took turns to tongue my pussy and asshole. Then one by one they fucked either my pussy or asshole as I carried on sucking cock.
Finally after what seemed like a sexual lifetime and multiple orgasms, I had one guy fucking my mouth, one guy beneath me fucking my pussy and the largest of the three, fucking my used ass. Knowing that I shouldn't, it still didn't stop me from wanting them to cum inside me, and that's precisely what all three men did, bringing themselves and then me to yet another mazing climax.
The following day Owen, after he eventually arrived home, asked me if I wanted to rearrange the nights fun. I told him I'd gone off the idea, but in reality I was more than up for him to have the men fuck me again. My only problem is he thought I cancelled on the men, as that's what I told him.
He asked again last night and even text one of the men. It was lucky I'd contacted each of them to let them know what I'd told Owen already. I know the guys want to fuck me again and I'm definitely sure i'd want it, but how can I be sure Owen won't discover they've already fucked me over and over again ???