Desires

I still don't know exactly how I ended up in the back of a minivan, my clothes tossed to the side, with some guy I don't even know wildly fucking me in rhythm to the loud salsa music and another cock sliding in and out of my mouth. At the beginning of the night, I was a faithful wife, someone who had never even seriously considered cheating on her husband. Sure, I flirted with lots of guys; it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that I enjoyed teasing everybody, and I had fantasized about sleeping with different men, but I never intended on fulfilling that fantasy. Before tonight, my monogamous sex life was more than satisfying; now I find myself moaning in ecstasy as two men I didn't even know fuck me. Who knows how many times I've climaxed so far. I lost count of how many cocks I've had inside me tonight and I wonder how many more guys will fuck me before I go home or collapse from exhaustion.

The night started innocently enough, my husband and I hosted a little get together, it wasn't even enough to call a party. Since we have two kids, and never really have a chance to cut loose, we decided this night we would send the kids off to grandmas so we could drink enough to get more than a little drunk. We invited some friends and relatives, knowing that there was a good chance that more people would show than we had invited. In fact, we had planned for that.

When my younger brother David walked into the house, he had brought with him a couple friends that he hung around with. There was Pepe, who I always found myself sneaking peaks at whenever I went to one of their soccer games. It wasn't that he was handsome or anything, but from what I could see, he seemed to be... how can I put this... incredibly... OK, bluntly, his cock looked huge. Marcos was another guy who had a reputation as being incredibly suave. My married cousin, Neides, confessed to me that Marcos once seduced her while her husband was sleeping in the next room. I smiled at them, inviting them into my house and brought them a Corona with a lime. I attended to the other guests, bringing them drinks and making sure they were having fun. The men wanted to sit in front of the TV and watch a soccer game, while the women insisted on dancing. I turned off the TV, ignoring the complaints of the men and announced that it was time to dance. The men grudgingly returned to their partners but stubbornly refused to dance to the salsa music blaring from the stereo, preferring to sit and silently drink their beer.

I corralled my husband, and gently hinted that if he didn't get up and dance with me that he would be sleeping alone on the couch for the next week. He was already a little drunk and protested, but he reluctantly stood and followed me into the middle of the room. He lazily shuffled his feet for a few minutes, his feet moving to a beat that was completely different than what I was hearing and dancing to, until a few other couples joined in. Now that I had people dancing, I whispered to my husband that we could sit for a while.

As we did, I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned, and found my brother David standing there with a sheepish grin on his face. A girl I had never seen before had her arms wrapped around him as he asked me to find a ride home for Pepe and Marcos. The girl smiled at me, slightly embarrassed, as David told me he was going to be busy for the rest of the night and couldn't give them a ride. I hesitantly nodded my head, and watched the girl put her hand on my brother's butt as they walked out the front door.

The rest of the night was fun, even though nothing eventful happened; everybody danced and drank as my house was filled with laughter. I danced with anybody who asked, while my husband watched, becoming drunker as the party continued. I grabbed my husband by the hand and dragged him into the kitchen, telling him that he couldn't get any drunker because he needed to drive a few people home later. He quickly drank some of his beer and told me that I could give the people rides; that he was intent on getting as drunk as he could.

I frowned at him as he returned to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he seemed content to drink his beer and watch my little sister's boobs bounce as she danced wearing a very tight tank top without a bra.

It was now well past midnight, and the house started to empty as people went home. With a drunken smile, my husband announced he was going to bed, which he did after first walking into the bedroom door as he tried to turn the knob. I looked into the living room, and discovered that the only people remaining were Pepe and Marcos. I smiled warmly at them and asked if they needed a ride or something.

Marcos stood and approached me. He took me by the hand and led me to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around my waist as a sensuous song played on the stereo. "I can think of other things I need besides a ride home," he said quietly.

"Like what?" I asked innocently. I knew his reputation, but for some reason never thought he was trying to seduce me even as his arms tightened around me and his hand softly caressed my back.

"A dance," he said, "It's early, and I have a beautiful seņora in my arms. What else could I want but an innocent dance?"

I wasn't drunk, maybe just a little tipsy, but I was aware enough to recognize when a guy was trying to get in my pants. "I think I better just give you a ride home. My husband's in the other room." I was flattered that he was attempting to seduce me, since having two children my body has changed and sometimes I don't feel desirable anymore, I was a married woman and the last thing in the world I wanted to do was cheat on my husband. My parents raised me in a way that family was the most important thing in the world, and the Catholic church had taught me that adultery was a sin.

"So," Marcos answered, "I just want to dance. We danced earlier when he was watching, so we can dance now."

"That was different," I said as he pulled me tightly against him. I pushed away and continued, "There were other people here, and..."

"No difference," Marcos answered as the song ended. I pushed away from him and felt his arms fall away. Another song followed, this one an up-tempo salsa. He moved his feet, expertly dancing in rhythm to the spicy beat, smiled at me and said, "One dance, then you can take us home."

I laughed and nodded my head. One dance, what could it hurt. I thought as I moved to the music, shaking my hips and shuffling my feet, trying to remember the salsa steps. I glanced at Pepe as he sat and watched us, and realized that his eyes were staring at my chest. Guys always seem to stare at my chest, not that I've ever done anything to stop them, usually enjoying it and encouraging them by wearing low cut or tight outfits Tonight wasn't any different; I had on a tiny black dress with a very short hem that showed off my legs, along with a very low neckline which accentuated my breasts nicely.

I pretended not to notice his stares as I raised my hands to the ceiling. Shaking my arms as I lowered them to my knees, I bent forward slightly at the waist. Dios mio, I thought, I knew Pepe could see straight down my dress and that my breasts were threatening to fall into view and I loved the attention. As I moved my hands back up, I smiled at him and shook my chest, feeling my boobs bounce inside my bra.

Marcos grabbed me by the hand and spun me around. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled. His hands tugged the spaghetti straps of my dress, and one of them fell off my shoulder onto my arm. I glanced at my bare shoulder, and knowing it was wrong, I crossed the point where I could stop their seduction. I stopped moving my legs, and moved my hand to the fallen strap with the intention of pulling it back up, but as Marcos' and Pepe's eyes bored into me, something happened, something I still can't explain.

I moved my hand from my arm, letting the strap remain down and my shoulder bared. I began dancing again, smiling at Marcos seductively as he smiled back at me. Marcos sat on the couch next to Pepe as I continued to dance coquettishly for them. Enchanted by their stares and the erotic salsa beat, I danced exotically for them, their eyes following my every movement.

I had always fantasized about doing a striptease; I've done them for my husband, but this was different somehow, their strange eyes watching me dance excited me in a way I had never felt before. Maybe it was the alcohol that made me feel different, but I think the real difference was the danger I felt dancing for them with my husband in the next room.

As I stared into Marcos' eyes, I pulled the other strap of my dress down and continued to seductively wiggle my hips. I turned my back to them, closing my eyes, feeling their eyes on me as I danced wantonly for them. Even as I pulled the dress down to my ribcage, I asked myself if I really should be doing this. My mind told me that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself, the excitement flowing through my body overwhelmed my principles. I turned to them, pulling the dress lower, exposing my bra as the dress fell past my ribcage, my dark areola clearly visible through the thin white lace of the bra.

I opened my eyes and found them staring at me. Marcos was staring at my chest, watching my breasts jiggle, threatening to bounce out of the pushup bra. Pepe's eyes were locked into my mine, and I returned his stare as I slid the dress lower. The dress was past my waist, and my stomach was exposed to them as my hips held the dress up. I looked down and realized that the top of my lace panties were visible. I turned again slowly pulling the dress past my hips, wiggling my hips exaggeratedly as I felt the cool air on my exposed derriere.

The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, never stopping my seductive movements. I danced toward them; when I was an arm's length away from them, I shook and jumped wildly, trying to bounce my breasts out of the bra. I bent over, my breasts finally falling out, bouncing wildly as I continued to shake. I grabbed the bra, and pulled on it. The clasps on the back broke free; I tossed it onto the floor and continued dancing for them, their intense stares increasing my desire.

I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them and gently pinched my nipples as I arched my back. I stood straight, dropping my arms to my side and tugged at my underwear. I teasingly pulled one side down as I pulled the other side higher, shaking my hips as I moved to the rhythm of the music.

The music stopped, and I stood in front of them in silence, their eyes riveted on my nearly naked body. With the music gone, the spell that was over me was broken, and I quickly covered myself with my hands. Pepe stood and stepped toward me. I wanted to move, I wanted to run, I wanted hide, but I couldn't; I just stood there, unable to move, wanting to see what would happen next. His hand touched my shoulder, and it seemed as if an electric shock ran through me. His other hand tentatively touched my stomach, and he took another step toward me. His hand moved between my legs, and I tried to move my hand onto his so I could stop him, but my hand wouldn't move. His finger grazed the front of my panties, and I fought with myself, knowing I should stop him, but consumed with desire, I could only whimper softly.

I closed my eyes as his finger slowly slid along the front of my panties, gently touching my labia. He moved closer, and his lips touched mine. Finally my arms moved, but instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him passionately as I felt his hard cock push against my bare stomach.

I felt another touch, this one from behind, as Marcos wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his cock against my back. He pulled my panties to my ankles and as I stepped out of them. Pepe's finger pushed into my wet pussy as his other hand fondled my breast. The thought passed my mind that Pepe kissed differently than my husband, not really better, but differently. My husband who was in the next room as I stood naked between two men as they touched me erotically.

I broke away from Pepe and pushed him away. Stepping from in between the two men, I again covered myself, grabbing my dress and stepping into it. "I can't," I explained. "My husband...he's in the other room," I continued as I replaced the straps onto my shoulders. Marcos looked at Pepe with a smile on his face, then turned to me, "That's OK," he said, "we understand. You better take us home now before something happens."

I realized I was stuck. If I gave them a ride home I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off their advances, but if they stayed here, I wouldn't be able to resist myself. I searched for my panties and bra, but they had disappeared. "You can take us home now," Marcos said with a huge grin on his face as he pushed underwear into his pocket.

I grimaced a little, but I wasn't really upset. I was still extremely turned on, and the idea of wearing this tiny dress without anything underneath excited me even more. I grabbed my purse and told them to follow me. We climbed into my minivan, Marcos in the passenger seat, Pepe in the back and me in the driver's seat.

I glanced at the gas gauge and realized I needed to stop for gas. As I pulled into the gas station, Pepe volunteered to pump the gas while I went in and paid. I pulled a credit card from my purse and walked into the gas station with Marcos following me. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and bent over as I picked up a pack of gum from the rack directly across from the cashier. I felt the dress move just below my naked butt, then felt Marcos behind me moving the dress even further up my leg.

I stood and looked at him feigning anger and he just smiled back with an impish grin. I glanced at the cashier as he watched my impromptu show. He looked like a typical gringo college student as he stood there, his mouth open as he stared at my body. Marcos moved closer and whispered into my ear, "Let's see how much you're gonna show."

I bent over again pretending to grab another pack of gum and felt my dress slide up again. I remained bent this time, feeling the dress move even higher as Marcos tested how far I was willing to go. The hem of the dress moved to my waist; I knew that Marcos and the cashier could now see my bare butt. I wanted to stand, but the thought of them staring at me kept me frozen. Marcos moved his other hand and I felt his fingers touch the inside of my thighs. He slowly moved his fingers closer to my pussy, daring me to let him continue. His hand reached between my legs and pushed my legs apart. I moved my feet, letting him spread my legs even farther and felt one of Marcos' fingers slide into my pussy.

The thought of the cashier watching Marcos slide his finger into me made me even hotter, but just as I felt an orgasm begin, I heard the door open and stood quickly, pushing Marcos' hand away. I turned to the door, and saw Pepe smiling at us. He told us that the gas was pumped, and I walked to the counter. I handed the clerk my credit card and felt Marcos' hand return between my legs. Two fingers slid into me and he fucked me with his fingers, teasing my clitoris as they moved in and out.

The clerk looked into my eyes as I moaned lustfully. I felt two hands on my shoulders, turned and found Pepe pulling down the straps of the dress. As Marcos continued to rub his fingers against my clitoris, Pepe slowly slid down the straps of the dress. I moaned loudly as an orgasm began to build inside me. The clerk stared into my eyes, occasionally glancing down at my nearly exposed chest. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter and Pepe pulled the dress to my waist, exposing my breasts to the clerk.

I whimpered loudly, nearly unable to breathe as Marcos continued to fuck me with his fingers. The clerk slowly pushed the receipt toward me, his hand approaching my bare breasts. I moaned loudly as my orgasm crescendoed as the clerk's fingers pinched my nipples. I tried not to scream and let out another loud moan as I climaxed.

Marcos furiously pushed his fingers in and out of my pussy and the clerk gently played with my nipples. I was moaning constantly, feeling the waves of pleasure fill me. I pushed myself against Marcos' fingers trying to get them deeper inside, letting out a piercing scream and collapsing onto the counter.

I tried to stand as Marcos pulled his fingers from my drenched pussy, but was too wobbly to hold myself up. I collapsed onto Marcos, and felt Pepe pull my dress all the way off. I glanced at the clerk as he stared at my naked body, closing my eyes as my orgasm subsided. Marcos led me to the minivan and opened the sliding door. I crawled in and lay on my stomach on the seat in the middle of the van. I moaned as Marcos caressed my rear end, too crazed from desire to protest. I heard the door close and Marcos grabbed my waist and pulled my butt into the air. His cock slid between my labia and pushed deep inside me. I whimpered loudly as another orgasm instantly began to build. I heard the front door close, and soon the van was moving away from the gas station. Marcos continued to drive his cock into me, and I moaned and whimpered as my orgasms crashed into me in waves. I felt the van come to a complete stop, and as Marcos continued to thrust his cock into me, I felt Pepe's cock rub against my cheek. I turned, and opened my mouth, hungrily searching for it, when I found it, I was amazed at how big it was. Pepe pushed it between my lips, and I greedily sucked on his cock, trying to get as much of it between my lips as I could. It was awkward at first, trying to suck on Pepe's cock as Marcos slammed into me, but I found a rhythm and soon felt Marcos' thrusts become more erratic. With a loud groan and one final push, he orgasmed, sending his cum inside my drenched pussy. As he pulled out, I collapsed onto the seat, exhausted from the experience.

Pepe sat down, and I felt his cock against the top of my head, "Suck on my cock some more you little slut," Pepe said. I pushed myself up and pushed his cock between my lips, feeling it slide in and out of my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down.

After a few moments, he pumped against me erratically, and I could tell he was about to come. "In your mouth," he panted. I continued to enthusiastically suck on his cock and felt his warm cum spurt into my mouth. I held the tip of his cock between my lips pumped my hand along the length of his shaft. Some of his warm cum dripped from my lips, but I was able to hungrily swallow most of it. I sat up, licked the cum from my lips and announced, "I need to get home now."

"Not yet," Marcos announced. "We're not done with you." Pepe moved into the driver's seat, and I felt the van begin to move. I looked at Marcos sitting next to me, slowly stroking his hard cock. "Fuck me. Get on top of me and fuck me," he ordered.

I straddled him, pushing his cock into my pussy and pushed myself down, feeling his cock push into me. I rocked myself back and forth, feeling his cock slide in and out as it teased my clit. Within seconds, I was shouting incoherently, lost in another wave of orgasms. It seemed like hours, but it must have been only a few minutes before I felt the van stop and the side door slide open.

I continued to bounce up and down on Marcos' still hard cock, until I heard a voice come from the open door, "See, she's still horny. Anybody want to fuck her?" I heard Pepe ask.

I turned to the door, and found a group of about ten guys staring at me. I was so lost in my ecstasy, that I didn't care and continued to moan as my orgasms continued.

"Isn't that David's sister?" somebody asked.

Pepe answered, "Yep, she's been teasing everybody forever, always shaking her ass and teasing us. Now she's gonna let us all have what she's always teased us with." he said. "Right?" he asked looking at me.

I was still bouncing on Marcos, his hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I nodded my head quickly and heard Marcos groan, coming inside me. I felt Pepe's hand take mine, and he led me out the door to the back of the van; I could feel Marcos' warm cum dripping out of my pussy, mixed with my juices. Somebody opened the back door of the minivan, "Bend over, and get ready to be fucked," Pepe commanded.

I did as he said, resting my elbows on the carpeted floor of the minivan, spreading my legs apart on the asphalt as I seductively wiggled my ass. A cock slid into me, causing me to moan passionately as it hammered into my pussy. I continued to orgasm rapidly, seemingly feeling another climax with every thrust. Whoever was fucking me groaned loudly, and thrust erratically. After a final hard push, I felt his cock pull out, instantly replaced by another, this one slightly larger.

After a few moments, I saw the shadow of a man in front of me. He sat in front of me, and moved his cock inches from my mouth, "Suck it, slut" he ordered. I wrapped my lips around it, pushing it as deep into my mouth as I could. I heard another loud groan, and felt a warm liquid dripping out of my pussy. As that cock pulled out, another one quickly replaced it, pushing deeply inside me.

I don't know how many guys have fucked me, and I don't know how much cum I've swallowed, but now I find myself inside the van, one guy fucking me and another guy ready to cum in my mouth and some more guys outside yelling at them to hurry up so they can take their turn. Tomorrow, I'll have to figure out how I got into this position, and I'll have to figure out who I let fuck me and deal with the repercussions then. Everybody I know is going to hear about my adventure and my reputation will be ruined. Right now, as I'm on the verge of another orgasm, I don't care who finds out or what the consequences are. All I care about is the next orgasm, the next cock to fill my desires. I only hope that after my ecstasy fades, I can say the same thing.