My hand worked feverishly between my legs, my body twisting and turning under the thin sheets which were now damp with my sweat. I circled my clit, faster and faster, feeling myself approach the edge of the precipice. Suddenly, with a cry of relief, I pushed through the other side, my orgasm flooding through my whole body, making me shake and moan. My fingers were moving slowly now, teasing the last bits of pleasure from my core as I gradually returned to my senses.

Still panting, I threw back the sheet, letting the cool air run over my naked body. It was morning, the sunlight burning through the big picture window of my flat. My husband had left early for work, but I had nothing to do all day. No commitments that is. I had plans.

Grabbing my phone from the bed stand, I spread my legs and opened the camera app in selfie mode. Holding it between my thighs I looked at the image of my swollen cunt. It was pink and puffy from the orgasm, the trimmed hair that framed it soaked and matted with sweat and cum. As it opened up, I could see my insides, my sticky white essence visible.

I snapped a few photos, and then choosing the best one, I shared it to my group chat. Adding the message, “Who’s available in the next hour?”

Oh, I didn’t tell you about the group chat yet? Well, it consisted of myself, and some men. I think it has risen to almost twenty now. They were all men that I had met on dating apps and fucked behind my husband’s back. And all of them had a few things in common. Firstly, they were all fantastic in bed. Honestly, the bar was pretty high to make it onto the group chat. They were the sort of lovers that made sure I came multiple times before they did.

Secondly, they were all hung. That was pretty much a prerequisite for the first point as far as I was concerned. There was nothing I liked more than a really big dick and nothing that turned me off more than a small one. And thirdly, they were all strong and muscular. The sort of men that went to the gym every day. You could say I had a type.

When I returned from my shower, I had a few replies. A lot of fire emojis on the picture I had sent, and a few messages of regret that the sender was out of town or had meetings this morning. However, there was one affirmative, from Josh. He was a fireman, and he didn’t have a shift this morning. He lived close by and could be at mine in thirty minutes. I told him to hurry.

This was the genius of my group chat. Whenever I wanted it, sex was just a message away. And it was guaranteed mind-blowing sex too, with no messing around. For example, just last week, my husband was out of town and I was on a date with a prospective new friend. However, the date wasn’t going well. The man was boring, and besides, his body wasn’t as fit and toned as he’d looked in his pictures.

When he was in the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the group chat. One of the members was fairly local and could host me immediately. I said goodbye to my unlucky date and caught a cab over. Within ten minutes I was being fucked hard on his kitchen table.

Anyway, back to my morning appointment. There was no point getting dressed, so I put the front door on the latch and lay on the bed, touching my clit to make myself wet again as I looked through my collection of photos of myself being fucked.

It wasn’t long until I heard the door and Josh walked in. Fuck he was hot, I hadn’t seen him for a month at least and I’d forgotten just how perfect he was, those big thick arms stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt.

“You look ready for me,” he said, seeing me naked on the bed with my legs open. My heart pounded in my chest as I nodded. He strode over, his boots thudding against the floor, and I watched, mesmerised, as he started to strip off.

First the shirt, revealing his chiselled torso and the tattoos that traced over his biceps. Then his trousers, leaving him in just his tight briefs. He was already hard, the outline of his cock clear through the fabric. He pulled those off too, and I licked my lips at the sight of his thick, throbbing dick.

I couldn’t wait any longer. “Get over here and fuck me,” I commanded as he pulled his boots off.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. I was so wet, he slid right in, stretching me in the most delicious way. It must have been less than two minutes since he’d walked in the door.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he started to thrust, slow and deep. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through my body, making me moan and writhe beneath him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, my fingers digging into his back as I clung to him. “Fuck me harder, Josh.”

He obliged, pounding into me with an intensity that took my breath away. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, my moans mixing with his grunts. I was close, so close, my orgasm building with every thrust.

Suddenly, Josh pulled out, grabbed me roughly, and flipped me onto my stomach. His hands were strong, holding me down as he positioned himself behind me.

I felt his weight pressing down on me, his cock sliding between my thighs, teasing me before he pushed inside again. The new angle made me gasp as his cock rubbed against my g-spot, my hands gripping the sheets as he fucked me hard from behind.

“Fuck, Josh!” I cried out, my voice muffled by the pillow. The feeling of his cock filling me over and over was overwhelming, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

He started to fuck me harder, using me for his pleasure. The intensity was almost too much, the tension building until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I screamed into the pillow.

Josh didn’t let up. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, each powerful thrust prolonging my pleasure. I could feel his own climax approaching, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

With a final groan, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside me. The sensation of his hot cum filling me sent another shiver of pleasure through my body, leaving me trembling and breathless.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty. After a moment, he rolled off, lying beside me as we caught our breath. I turned my head to look at him, a satisfied smile on my face. We kissed, for the first time since he had arrived, long and passionately.

But there was another rule of the group chat. A code of conduct, if you will. Josh retrieved his phone from his trousers and opened my legs, taking a photo of his cum flooding out of my cunt onto the sheets. Then he posted it to the group.

Josh got dressed as my phone lit up with notifications from the chat as the guys reacted to the photo. Soon he was gone, as quickly as he’d arrived. One message caught my eye, from a guy called Steve. He was an investment banker, but way fitter than you’d expect an investment banker to be. We’d only fucked once before, but it was so good he’d been added immediately to the group chat. His message said, “Do you want seconds? Can be there in ten.”

My heart started racing, I’d never done that before; had one right after another. “Yes please,” I typed, “I’ll have a quick shower.”

“Don’t you dare.” he replied. Fuck, my cunt was throbbing now. He knew I was sweaty and full of cum and wanted to fuck me like that. The other men cheered him on from the sidelines.

When Steve arrived I was still naked on the bed leaking cum onto the sheets. He was wearing an expensive suit, his chest muscles straining at his shirt. He regarded me as he pulled his tie off and placed his jacket carefully over a chair.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned body beneath. I could see the impressive bulge in his fitted trousers, his cock already straining at the fabric. But before I could reach out and touch him, he knelt between my legs, his tongue lapping at my cunt and licking up Josh’s cum. The dirtiness of it almost made me climax again immediately.

He moved up to kiss me and I could taste the cum on his hot lips. His hard cock pressed against me through his trousers. Then he knelt up on the bed and undid his belt. Pulling his trousers down just enough, his big erection sprang forth. “Suck it,” he ordered me.

He got his phone out and started filming as I wrapped my hand around his hot shaft. “I’m going to stream this to the group,” he said. My heart was thumping in my chest now, my whole body desperate for him.

I put his cock in my mouth, sticking out my tongue and bobbing my head up and down, working it deeper into my throat. I was playing up for the camera, sure, but the act itself was making me even more turned on.

“Suck it, you slut,” he said, putting his free hand on my head and gripping my hair. He started to fuck my face, making me gag while he filmed me. It made my cunt ache with desire. My hand went between my legs, rubbing my clit. It didn’t take long until I came hard, my cries muffled by his cock. But it was too much, and I collapsed onto the bed, my whole body shaking. He filmed it all.

Steve stood by the bed, and I moved to the edge, opening my legs and lifting them up. He guided his cock to my cunt, still filming. As he pressed it inside me, I felt Josh’s cum being forced out, coating his cock.

Steve’s big dick stretched me, filling me up completely as he drove into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. One hand gripped my thigh, holding me open for the camera. I could feel Josh’s cum sliding out of me, making the obscene noises of our fucking even wetter.

I reached down, my fingers rubbing my clit as he pounded into me. The pleasure was almost unbearable, my whole body trembling with each thrust. He pulled my legs further apart, spreading me wide open for the camera, making sure the guys in the group chat got the full view of our filthy fuck.

Steve’s pace quickened, his breathing becoming more ragged. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked, his tone taunting. “You like being our little slut.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”

His hand moved from my thigh to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp for air. The mix of pleasure and the slight pressure made my head spin. “I’m going to make you cum again,” he promised.

His thrusts became harder, deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot inside me. My fingers worked furiously on my clit, the pleasure building to an almost painful peak. I could feel my orgasm approaching fast, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Cum for me, slut,” he ordered, his grip on my throat tightening just a bit more.

His words sent me over the edge. I came hard, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure, my cries echoing in the room. He didn’t stop, fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging the intense, shuddering pleasure.

“Good girl,” he panted, his voice short of breath. He pulled out, stroking his cock quickly. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, opening wide as he moved closer, the tip of his cock just inches from my lips. With a grunt, he came, hot spurts of his cum coating my tongue and lips. I swallowed eagerly, licking my lips clean as he filmed the whole thing.

As we cuddled on the bed, I couldn’t resist checking the group chat. It was buzzing with excitement, lit up with comments and fire emojis, the guys loving every second of the first live performance.

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