The Divorcee Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even

"Greedy," they call her. One year since her husband left and this is what her new lovers call her. She had loved him, fiercely, but now that it's over she can admit they'd always been mismatched in bed. Ten years of her sex life gone. No wonder she's so hungry now. Famished. She always wants more.

It's a mystery where most fantasies begin, but this one she remembers. Flipping through some magazine and oh. That picture. Nothing was showing, even, but her imagination seized upon it. How it would feel to have that many hands on her. The cocks, the mouths. She'd stopped breathing, thinking about it.

Tonight isn't going to be quite like that, she knows. She isn't lithe and untarnished anymore, and neither are they. But the details still inspire. The arch of her back, his thigh solid against her. Strong fingers stroking her jaw and working their way down the back of her jeans. Soon he'll lift his head and suck on her nipple, bite down. In a moment his hardness will nudge her lips apart and slide home. She will be laid bare, spread open, pinioned, stretched. She will take him in, and him, and him.

Does it count as being taken when you give yourself so freely? She wonders how many it would take to quiet the clamor inside her. She doesn't want oblivion. She just wants to be here, now. She wants to wake up. She wants those years back. She wants, she wants.

[written for Alison Tyler's three guys & a girl contest]