With the lack of action I was experiencing, my nightly masturbation sessions went on a riot as I imagined a multitude of scenarios, fantasizing these ...anly men in the area would ravage me. I even started a hobby that I had long thought about and started writing short porn stories. Having a very fertile imagination, I began to ‘put to paper’ all my fantasies about the men I encountered in the village. I then commenced submitting my stories to a gay site.As you might imagine, my fantasies were. My wife’s breasts were bare and he was sucking one breast and kneading the other.She was moaning in pleasure and was gently stroking his cock over his brief. I was surprised to see such a big and thick cock which should be at least 8 inches long and twice as thick as mine. I went inside the bathroom checked the water level in the washing machine and put it on auto and came out. I could not resist looking at his big cock which was already peeping out of his jocks. My wife saw this and told me. I went to college with these guys, they are a handful, for sure, but they’re like family. They don’t seem to notice that I haven’t been myself and I like that about them. The movie is almost done when I hear the familiar buzz of my phone. I lurch up and check it quickly, maybe a little too quickly. It’s an unknown number:My place tomorrow, 17h30That’s it. No ‘Hi’, no name. Just the assumption that I’ll know and the audacity to assume that I’ll be there.I leave him on read all night. I sleep. His hand slid down my body to my pubic mound, between my legs, which somehow had opened, and stroked my lips. I gasped at the touch and he looked up at me. “You’re sure you are a virgin?”“Yes, Pa.”“You’re very wet. Open your legs wider, Lauryn; I’m going to check for myself.” I watched him, as did everyone else, as he slid a finger along my pussy, parted my lips, and slowly penetrate me for the first time ever. I sucked in a sharp breath at the new feeling coursing through me. My mind wanted me.