Sitting at a table, drinking with her co-workers, Doreen pondered again the happenings of the last week and what had caused them.  For over two years now Stan had been after her to add some spice to their sex life.  She had refused outright, not that she didn't think that their sex life needed help, but at the time, she wouldn't even talk about what he wanted to do, let alone do it.  First, he wanted to try swinging; next it was a threesome with another woman, and when she had laughed at that he'd said ok, then how about with another man.  Lately, he had been suggesting that she have sex with another man while he watched.  She couldn't seem to convey to him the idea that she was not some fucking slut willing to fuck just anybody just to satisfy his need for a spiced up sex life.  However, that was then - this is now.

The change had started six months ago when she had started back to work following her daughter's starting to go to school a full day.  About her third week on the job she was asked if she would like to stop with some co-workers for a drink after work and she had.  It started as a once a week thing, then a couple of times a week and finally, almost every night.  They sat and talked about the job, told jokes, danced to the jukebox and had a good time.  By the end of the third month Doreen was accepted as one of the group - not that she had not been accepted before, but now she was one of 'them'.  Before, the off color jokes were not told when she was around, the men did not flirt with her, and there was none of the good natured 'toucy-feely' on the dance floor.  She smiled at that - in the last two months she'd had more cocks pressed against her than she'd ever had in her during the last eight years, and that was sad when you considered that Stan was the only man she had ever been with.

 Stan's constant harping during the same period had finally gotten to her and she began wondering if she could make love with another man. The more time she spent with the guys from work the more she wondered.  She wondered what it would be like with Vern?  Would he be rough or gentle?  Or how about Tom?  Would cock size matter?  His seemed pretty large if what it felt like when he poked her on the dance floor was any indication.  And then there was Dave - from the way he acted she was pretty sure he wanted her, but could she?  Could she actually do it?  Several of the men she worked with appealed to her and she was sure they would all be willing, after all, she had seen them leave the bar in the company of some of her female coworkers and they always returned looking red and flushed.  Did they go across the street to the motel or just out to the parking lot to the back seat of a car?

Last week had been the turning point in her life.  Stan was out of town on business and her daughter was spending a week with Doreen's in-laws so she had no need to hurry home. She had resolved that if Tom, Vern, or Dave made a move on her she would go along just to see if she could do it.  In the back of her mind she knew it was going to happen - all the men she worked with had hit on her at least once, several had felt her up when they were dancing, she had even kissed a few.  Up until now she had always laughed and said, "Stop that!  I'm a married woman," but they still kept trying.  It had become a running joke, "Hey Doreen.  You ready to walk on the wild side yet?" 

Monday night it had happened.  Vern had been dancing with her and he had placed his hand on her ass and whispered in her ear, "When are you going to take pity on me Doreen?"

 She had looked him in the eye and had replied, "My husband is out of town so I guess tonight would be as good a time as any."

 Vern had not hesitated - he took her by the hand and led her out to the parking lot.  When they reached his car he asked her, "Are you sure about this?" and she had answered by dropping her hand to his zipper.  When she started to pull it down he had smiled and opened the car door and helped her into the back seat. 

They had necked like teenagers for about five minutes, hands groping and fingers exploring.  Doreen was both curious and excited - excited by the foreplay and the wicked thoughts she was having, curious about the mechanics of making love in the back seat of a car - something she had never done before.  Vern pushed her back and worked her panties off her and his fingers worked their way into her pussy.  He began massaging her clit and in moments she was hunching against his hand and that was his signal to remove his fingers and push his cock against her pussy lips.  He started pushing and Doreen had pushed back and then Vern's cock was inside her. 

She felt a minor disappointment - she was expecting something different - what, she did not know, but surely illicit sex with someone other than her husband should have a different feel, shouldn't it?  This did not feel any different than it did with Stan.  It did feel good she admitted, but the biggest surprise to her was that she was actually fucking a man other than her husband and she did not feel guilty about it.  The only question now was could she do it with Stan watching? 

Vern was pushing hard now and Doreen felt the little tingle that announced her oncoming orgasm and then something happened that had never happened when she and Stan made love - she and Vern came at the same time - her "Oh god oh god yes" and his "I'm cumming I'm cumming" intermingled the same as did their juices.  Then Doreen surprised Vern for the second time that night, she reached out and grabbed his cock, pulled him back to her, then maneuvered until she could take his cock in her mouth and had then proceeded to suck him hard again.

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The next day at work Dave had approached her, "Congratulations" he said. 

"On what?" 

"On you taking your walk on the wild side, although I do have to say it broke my heart that it wasn't with me." 

Doreen had laughed, "Well, there's always tonight, isn't there?"

 That night she told Dave she much preferred beds to back seats and she had taken him home with her where she kept him till well after midnight.  Wednesday she had taken Tom home with her, but it was on Thursday that she found that she could fulfill Stan's fantasy.  She had stopped after work, as usual, with the guys from work. By 7p.m. she was feeling no pain.  Tom, Dave and Vern had all danced with her and their hands had been all over her body so besides feeling no pain she was hot - hot enough to fuck.  Vern was the first to suggest a trip to the parking lot and their coupling had been a repeat of their first night together.  They fucked and she sucked him hard again and during their second bout she had heard a noise and looked up to see Dave and Tom watching through the window.  What followed was a blur, but she did remember doing all three of them and at least twice she remembered doing two of them at once.

 Then Ben had come out and watched and how could she say no to him?  She had lain in the back seat while Ben drove his cock into her and wondered about the silly things that can come into tour head while being fucked - there was a white spot on the headliner next to the dome light that looked like a cum stain - how did it get up there?  When she had gotten home that night there was no longer any doubt in her mind that she could fuck someone while being watched.  Doreen hoped that Stan really wanted what he said he wanted because it was going to happen.

Friday night the phone rang and Doreen took the call on the bedside phone.  It was Stan - he was at the airport and would be home in thirty minutes.  "Hurry home sweetheart - I want your cock.  When you get here come right up to the bedroom.  I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“No Honey, you'll find out when you get here.  Ok.  Love you too.  Bye."

  She hung up the phone and giggled, "Boy will he be surprised." 

She turned her head, "Where were we?" she asked Dave, Tom and Vern.