Sex and the Stranger

Picnic Itch

Valerie Grey

I married my husband, Steven, ten years ago, when I was just nineteen. He developed bad drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain. It wasn’t going out with the boys twice a week that bothered me – it was when it became four times. I tried to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a health club so we could work out together, but he gave up after a couple of weeks on the treadmill and consoled himself with as much booze as he could find.

I’m no nympho who wants sex five or ten times a day but when it became only once a week with my husband Steve, then maybe once a month, I began to get restless. I started noticing other men and wondered what they would be like in bed. I still loved my husband and never acted on my impulses.

I was tempted.

And then there was my husband’s company picnic. It was an annual event that the employees’ families were invited to, which meant at least four hundred people would be attending, gobbling food and slurping beer and plastic cup cocktails. It was at a park that had a sizeable lake, leaving plenty of space for everyone to mingle without feeling fenced in.

I was feeling particularly horny that day and dressed in a pair of shorts that were a size too small and a skimpy halter-top. Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that Steve might get turned on and I’d get a little action before the picnic.

Steve didn’t even seem to notice as we hopped in the car and drove off.

The day was sunny and a touch on the hot side and as soon as we arrived we started mingling with the others. Steve introduced me to a couple of guys I hadn’t met before. Oscar had recently been assigned to work under my husband, and Hank was the supervisor for most of the trainees. Both of them were about our age and in good shape. I hit it off with them instantly, and soon we were chatting away like old friends. I learned they were married, but their wives hadn’t come. Steve excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving me alone with the two guys.

I’m a born flirt and, left to my own devices, I fell into my old pattern with these handsome men. They responded in kind and soon we were having a good time trading sexual innuendos.

Steve returned and insisted on tracking down some of his closer friends. Reluctantly, I said farewell to the guys and followed my husband. The flirting had made me even hornier, so I asked Steve if we could go back to the car for a quickie. He laughed at the idea and told me to relax and enjoy the picnic.

I tried; he failed.

It didn’t take long to locate his friends and drinking buddies he hung out with after work. I had met them several times and found them obnoxious. I didn’t have much in common with their wives either. I was reduced to standing around and forced to make polite conversation while the guys laughed it up and slugged down beers like they were back in the college frat house.

The president of the company gave his obligatory inspirational speech that lasted a long thirty minutes and told everyone to have fun. It didn’t take long for my husband and his buddies to entrench themselves near the open bar and see who could drink the most vodka tonics in the shortest amount of time. I couldn’t take any more of this and asked Steve if it would be all right if I walked around for a bit. He gave a short ‘sure’ with a dismissive shrug that made me want to scratch his flesh bloody, and returned to getting drunk and laughing too loudly with the boys.

It didn’t take long for Oscar to notice I was alone. He could tell I wasn’t having a good time and asked me what was wrong. When I told him about my husband and how I felt I was being totally ignored, he sympathised and invited me to join a volleyball game that was about to start. That sounded like fun. I agreed and followed him to where they were setting up the net. Hank was there, as were three younger guys who were introduced as Ron, Todd, and Jack, all interns Hank was in charge of. The opposing team was a group of computer programmers.

‘So we stand a chance, especially with you on our side,’ Oscar said.

I was the only woman there and I quickly found myself the focus of a healthy amount of attention. The interns treaded carefully and didn’t flirt as much. Jack was a bit raunchy. I guess they didn’t want to risk saying something wrong and angering the wife of a superior. Hank and Oscar more than made up for it by showering me with very flattering compliments.

I hadn’t been treated this well in years.

Our opponents arrived and the game began. I’m a very competitive woman and it wasn’t long before I worked up a sweat. With a touch of flourish, I shed my halter-top and showed off my skimpy bikini. That little move made me the centre of attention of all the guys. The interns became a lot more talkative, and Oscar and Hank were flirting constantly. It puffed up my ego to know I could still catch the eye of so many men.

It was a hard-fought game. We emerged victorious and I loved winning.

We were all a sweaty mess. Hank asked if I had worn the matching bottoms to the bikini and, when I said I had, he suggested we take a dip in the lake to cool ourselves off. I told him I had to let Steve know, but that I’d probably be around in a few minutes.

I returned to my husband and it was obvious he was well on his way to getting smashed drunk and showed no signs of stopping. I told him how the game went, but all he did was grunt ‘That’s nice,’ and took another drink. When I told him I wanted to go swimming, he just waved his hand. The casual dismissal really got me steamed. He could have at least acted as if he wanted me around.

I spotted Hank and Oscar. They were already in the lake, out far enough that the water was almost up to their necks. They waved me over. I shed my shorts and ran into the water and waded up to them. They said they were glad I came by and complimented me on my bikini. Their behaviour, which was the exact opposite of my husband’s, cheered me up and made me feel appreciated. I reciprocated by complimenting them on their own trunks, which showed off their athletic bodies. They returned the favour by praising my own figure.

There were few people in the water and none of them were nearby, giving us some measure of privacy. Out of earshot of anyone else, the talk became suggestive and there was a lot of sexual tension between us. Oscar positioned himself beside me as I talked with Hank. I discovered why he’d moved when I felt his hand on my bottom.

I’ve had guys make passes at me before and I’d always politely rejected them, but the instant I felt Oscar make contact I knew this time was different. I had never been this aroused or with two men this handsome. Rather than removing the hand, I allowed it to remain there. Taking my lack of protest as encouragement, Oscar began rubbing my bottom. In response, I moved back into his grasp. After a minute or so of groping he slipped his hand under my bikini and really started fondling me. I stopped talking and closed my eyes. It must have been the silence or the looks on our faces that made Hank pick up on what was happening underwater. He joined in, grabbing my breasts below the surface of the water. He played roughly with them, tweaking my nipples through the material of the top, then moved close enough to r

each behind me and loosened the tie around my back. The top remained tied around my neck and the rest floated upwards, allowing him unrestricted access to my flesh. Oscar, not wanting to be shown up, slipped a hand down my front and began fingering my pussy.

I couldn’t believe I was letting them do this to me, especially with people standing just several yards away, but no one seemed to notice. It helped that the guys played it cool, talking with each other casually while they worked me over with their hands. They were convincing actors. Me, I should have known better. This could create the kind of gossip and scandal that could harm my husband’s career. But I could not get myself to tell these two men no. No was not on the agenda. Yes filled my money-maker and my crotch. It is during these sorts of fleeting moments of sexual wanting that people often get in trouble and spend the rest of their lives saying, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m not like that.’ And this was true: I am not the kind of woman who would allow two strangers, two men I just met, to touch me this way. And it was the fact I wasn’t that kind of woman that made it more of a turn-on; it was easy to forget I was married, to forget who I was, and simply give in to this sordid passion.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for them to bring me to climax. It wasn’t a big one. If anything, it left me wanting more. Hank whispered that he knew an out-of-the-way area in the park where we could continue things in private. I knew I should have refused, but due to how handsome the guys were and how neglected my husband made me feel, I couldn’t even manage a token protest.

The hell with it! Why not?

They gave me directions, then got out of the water and headed off for the rendezvous point using a different route. I waited ten minutes, each minute feeling like an hour, before emerging from the water and putting my clothes back on. I headed straight into the woods, growing more excited with each step. After a long walk through some overgrown trails, I finally came upon a small picnic area that had seen better days. Hank and Oscar were there, waiting anxiously or so their expressions told me. Hank said this was an older part of the park that almost no one used. Given the distance travelled and that the area was heavily wooded, I was certain we’d have all the privacy needed.

I came into arm’s reach and the two men were all over me. After a moment’s hesitation, I was doing the same. Within seconds they had me completely naked. Oscar stopped stripping me long enough to grab a blanket he had brought and threw it on top of one of the tables. Hank lifted me up and sat me on the edge, then pushed me on my back. As he sat down in front of me, I couldn’t help feeling like a meal being served. He pried my legs apart, and began eating me out like he hadn’t tasted pussy in years.

I writhed on the table and Oscar leaned over and started sucking on my breasts. I’d never had two guys before; I was sorry I had never tried it. Having a tongue buried in my pussy and my breasts sucked on simultaneously made me climax faster than I had in months. Hank kept a hold of my squirming legs as he continued lapping away through the orgasm, starting me on the way to another.

Oscar stopped working on my breasts and told Hank he wanted a taste. Hank let him take over between my legs, but instead of switching over to my breasts, he repositioned me so I was lying diagonally on the table with my head over the side. I was about to protest when he dropped his shorts and allowed his cock to spring free right in front of my face. I opened my mouth, beckoning him with my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head and jammed half his cock down my throat. When it was obvious I wasn’t going to choke, he began face-fucking me in a way my husband never had. Despite the rough way my mouth was being treated, I was able to handle all of Hank’s average-sized cock.

It didn’t take long for me to have another orgasm but I couldn’t cry out with a cock buried in my throat. Unlike Hank, Oscar stopped eating me out as I came. I began to wonder if he was going to switch with Hank again when I felt my legs lifted over Oscar’s shoulders and his cock nestling itself against my pussy. Oscar jammed his entire length into me with one thrust. While he wasn’t as long as my husband, he was wider and I definitely felt stretched open by the rough way he took me. He hammered away as hard and as fast as he could. I hadn’t had an intense fucking like this in years, and even I was surprised by how quickly I loosened up so he could really slam away. I could feel his ball-sack slapping against my ass with each thrust. Hank stopped pumping and left his cock buried in my throat. I felt his rod twitch a split second before he began spewing his seed. It tasted good and I savoured the flavour of a man other than my husband on my tongue. It is a curious thing how every man’s semen can taste different, just like they say no one vagina is like another. Hank was a healthy man. He ate healthy and his semen tasted healthy, unlike Steve’s which had an alcohol and steak flavour. I couldn’t remember the taste of any men I knew before Steve, and there hadn’t been that many, three or four maybe, but I knew they were all different too.

Oscar was decent enough to pause while his friend came in my mouth. Once Hank removed himself, he picked up right where he left off. I came around his cock a second time, which sent him over the edge and he erupted in my pussy. Now I had the sperm of two men that weren’t my husband in me and, rather than feeling shame, I was aroused and wanted more.

Oscar pulled out and Hank was up and ready again. He rolled me over so I was lying on my stomach with my feet on the ground and my bottom at just the right height for him to mount me. He had no problem plunging all the way in and started to pound me as hard as Oscar had.

I had forgotten how great a hard fuck could be.

Oscar got on the table and waved his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to take it in, but he pulled back at the last second. He thrust forward again, but when I tried to suck it, he pulled away and said, ‘Damn, woman. You really want this, don’t you?’

‘My husband hardly every fucks me any more,’ I confessed.

Hank said, ‘Shit, if my wife was as hot as you, I’d be fucking her every day, every hour, every second, twenty-four seven.’ As if to prove his point, he picked up speed.