The last few weeks, I've been back in my home state dealing with a death in my family. It was a difficult time not only because of the arrangements, but also because a large segment of my extended family hates me for my religious beliefs. I also had to endure my 44th birthday with them and it was miserable. So it was a relief to finally fly out of there last night.

My FWB (M20) picked me up and drove me home. Our relationship is mostly sexual and I don't usually share my personal life with him, but he encouraged me to talk and I ended up venting and crying a bit. He listened the whole time and I really appreciated his attention.

He's been taking care of my cats and mentioned he was going to make dinner for me. I was expecting a quiet time together but when I got home I saw another truck in my driveway. FWB had invited over his two friends (who I also occasionally hook up with) and a young man I've messaged but never met before. After my crappy experience away, it felt amazing to come home to a house full of people who were happy to see me. They even had a lasagna in the oven and dessert in the fridge.

I was sad and tired but the happy vibes really lifted my spirits. We smoked pot and drank soju (a new discovery which I love!) and danced, then FWB took charge and got me stripped since I love being naked around fully dressed men. I sucked his dick while the other guys watched, then FWB fucked me on the sofa. When he flipped me over for doggy, his friend joined in and put his dick in my mouth. After they finished, our shy friend took me to my bedroom and fucked me in private. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and when I came out, the new guy was waiting. He was not shy and happily pounded the heck out of me.

We spent the rest of the night just playing and laughing and having more sex. They left an hour ago and I'm about to finally get some sleep. I'm sore and exhausted, but very emotionally moved. I was feeling very alone but now feel comforted. It's wonderful to have FWBs who are actually friends.