The MILF at the Sex Club: My Crazy Orgy with My Husband, An Explicit Group Sex Erotica Story

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The MILF at the Sex Club: My Crazy Orgy with My Husband, An Explicit Group Sex Erotica Story
I never thought of myself as a MILF but the idea of other people thinking that way about me certainly thrilled me. My husband and I intended to spend a weekend binge watching a television show but we got distracted by a documentary on swinging and it turned us on so much we spent the first night in bed together. The next day, before I could really figure things out, we were arranging to go to a sex party at a mansion! I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it even though I was nervous as hell. I had my first lesbian sex ever and slept with a complete stranger. I was definitely a MILF because it seemed like a lot of people liked to fuck me!

Warning: This story contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes rough sex, group sex, first lesbian sex, sex with stranger, MILF sex, orgy sex, and more.Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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I was shocked because I didn’t think we were really being serious at all. I was also shocked because the website had me suddenly so damned turned on I thought I’d explode. I still hesitated, dealing with both of those shocks. George said, “Oh, I guess I thought you were serious yesterday. I don’t want to do it if you don’t.”
I meant to say, “I like fantasizing about it but I don’t know about doing the real thing.” Instead, what came out of my mouth was, “No. I was serious.” My mouth usually worked pretty damned well. I had no idea why it chose right then to screw things up.
“Wow,” George said. “Well, cool. They have a party tonight. We have to go to the lingerie store. I have my tux, so a bow tie pretty much covers me but you girls are all in costume.” He moved the mouse and clicked the screen. A drawing of several women wearing sexy lingerie and masks greeted me. “I guess you’re supposed to wear a trench coat to the party and then it gets left with someone at the door. I’ll pull the car out of the garage.” I stared at the screen as he left. I couldn’t figure out why the hell I hadn’t said anything. I was so damned frightened of leaving my seat that I shook a little bit. On the other hand, I was so damned turned on I thought I’d explode if I didn’t move.
I sat there staring at the computer screen until I reached another point at which my body would either listen to my fear or listen to my arousal. Again, my body defied my brain because, trembling, I got up instead of reaching for my phone to tell George we weren’t going. Then, my body defied my brain by grabbing my purse, stuffing my phone inside, and stepping out of the room. It kept defying my brain as I walked to the front door, stepped out, and walked to the car. I sat in the car and for some reason, “I don’t think we should do this, George,” came out as, “What color outfit should I get?”