I knew most of the staff quite well except for Susan who was one of the part timers.

Since she was quite new and only worked a few hours per week I didn’t know that much about her except that she was married. She was quite attractive, about 30 years old with shoulder length dark hair, pert breasts and a fairly large round ass. Even though she usually dressed quite conservatively, she was confident with her body and flirted with the other guys in the office.

As the evening progressed I made an effort to get to know her better and was surprised about how open she was about herself. She recounted some of the wild times she had in college and I got the impression that she had fucked a lot of guys while she was there. We were getting pretty drunk at this stage and I was starting to get turned on by her.
She was wearing a button up shirt that showed just a hint of cleavage and a knee length skirt that revealed her smooth bare legs. I couldn’t help thinking about whether she had underwear on and what her pussy looked like. Watching her lips move as she spoke I imagined fucking her mouth and wondered if I got a few more drinks into her and gave her a lift home that perhaps I could make a detour on the way.

At this point in the evening there were only about 6 of us remaining, Susan being the only woman. One of the other guys let it slip that they wanting to go to the strip club across the road which I thought would be the perfect opportunity to get her alone. To my surprise Susan said that she would love to tag along, as her husband goes to them all the time and it would be fun. So we left shortly after and within minutes were in the club seated at a table, watching some real babes strip down on stage to the delight of the raucous crowd that were there.

We had a few more rounds and were all feeling pretty wasted when Susan got up to use the bathroom, after she was gone the other five of us talked about how cool it was that she was so relaxed about being in a strip club drinking with the boys, of course the conversation quickly led to speculation about whether one of us could get into her pants before the night was over, I was determined that it would be me.

After about 15 minutes I suddenly realised that Susan had been gone for way to long so I left our table and went directly to the ladies room to see if she was ok. When I opened the door what I found surprised the hell out of me, Susan was standing between to guys, no not standing, she was being held up by one guy with the other guy fucking her from behind. My first reaction was to stop them as fast as I could but as I approached I saw the pleasured look on her face, she was moaning and seemed to be having a great time. I was stunned, I wasn’t sure what to do, I couldn’t just barge in and attack these two guys if she was a willing participant and it was also making me extremely horny watching her ass, that was now fully exposed getting pumped by this guy. As I watched in awe the guy that was holding her up turned around to me and said “hey, I’ve got her next, you can have her after that”. Susan, now realising that I was there flashed a drunken smile at me as she was being rocked back and forth by the thrusts of the guy behind her.

After a couple of minutes of feeling awkward I went back to our table to have another drink, as I sat down the other guys questioned me where Susan was. I slowly explained, still barley believing it myself. We sat there for a while trying to decide what to do and the conclusion we came to was that if she wanted to let a couple of strangers fuck her in the toilets of a strip bar then that was her choice, we also quickly realised that if she would let those other guys fuck her then she would probably let us have her as well. We were all getting quite excited by this unexpected turn of events so we left the table, keen not to miss out as there was definitely some attention being focused at the rear of the club by now.

When we got to the toilet door we had to push our way in as it was pretty crowded in there, Susan was lying on her back on the bathroom floor getting fucked hard by some guy and about 12 others cheering him on, he wasn’t on top of her for very long as his body stiffened up, shooting his load into her. As he pulled away I saw Susan’s pussy for the first time, she had quite long dark pubic her covering her mound with her lips swollen and open. She had cum matted through it and a line of cum trailing down to her ass and on to the floor. Susan was looking less conscious than before, her eyes were still open but she looked wasted. We watched as she was rolled over and groped by half a dozen hands, each eager to penetrate her pussy or ass. The bathroom was now getting filled to capacity so someone suggested that it would be better to take her somewhere else rather than stay in this crummy bathroom and risk getting kicked out by the management.

With that she was scooped up off the floor and carried through the back door of the club out to the parking lot, it was quite dark out there and felt weird standing around with two dozen guys I didn’t know, trying to decide where we could take Susan, my employee to be gang fucked. But I definitely didn’t want to miss my chance to fuck her pussy. After a short discussion it was agreed that we would meet at a clearing around the block. I got into my car and drove over to the clearing along with the others. She was carried over to a van that one of the guys had taken and promptly set upon again.

The doors were open with the interior light on so that we could all see and it was a real turn on seeing her used in that way, one guy was fucking her in the ass and another was drilling her mouth, Susan was moaning a lot, although she was so drunk that the guy fucking her mouth had to hold her head up off the van floor while he was grinding his crotch into her face. Other guys took turns with her afterwards; some of them were really rough, fucking her in the ass as hard as they could to the cheers of the group. After about an hour I finally got my turn, she was lying in the van, on her back with her ass just over the edge so that I could remain standing. Her pussy and her ass were both swollen and wet, and smelt like cum. I pulled by fully erect cock out and ploughed into her, fucking her as hard and deep as I could. Her pussy was very slippery with the other cum, but there was enough friction in there to feel really good. As I pumped away at her pussy I looked at her face, her eyes were barley open and I wondered if her husband knew how much of a slut she was, this just turned me on more and I suddenly exploded into her pussy.
I stayed around to watch the last of the guys fuck her, this went on until almost daylight as some of them fucked her a second time. When they were all finished I put her in my car and laid her down in the front seat. She was a mess, she had no bra or panties and had been fucked raw by two dozen guys, miraculously I had found her skirt, so after dressing her as best I could, started to drive her home. We stopped for drive in coffee and I managed to get her relatively sobered up.

She was a bit sheepish as she asked if I had fucked her as well, I said that everyone had fucked her. As we neared her house I asked her if she wanted to stop somewhere to get cleaned up, otherwise her husband would know what she had been up to, “don’t worry” she said “we have a very open marriage’, ‘he wont mind”. This just turned me on again, combined with the smell of cum on her. So as we pulled over out side her house I told her that I wasn’t finished with her yet. She looked at me, surprised for a second, then asked what I wanted, I told her to turn around in the seat and lift her skirt. She slowly turned over and raised her skirt exposing her red and still sticky ass, I got behind her and reclined the seat. After removing my pants I stuck the head of my penis against her ass, slowly pushing until she gave way and swallowed my cock, Susan gave off little squeals each time I thrust into her and watching the remaining cum from the other guys squeezing out around my cock as I got deeper inside just turned me on more.

As I rammed into her I held her by the neck to stop her from moving as much, wanting to punish her ass as much as I could before she went in to her husband. I fucked her in that position for about 20 minutes before coming hard in her ass. I got back in my seat and as I lay there recovering pulled her head down to my cock and so that she could clean me off with her mouth and as she sucked the remaining cum from my cock I told her that I would be fucking her whenever I felt like it and that when she turned up to work on Monday she shouldn’t wear any underwear. Looking half scared and half excited she agreed and got out of the car. I watched her as she walked to her front door and slipped inside.

The sex between Wendy and I just got nastier and nastier with her insisting that John her husband be there to witness it, at first because it was his debts she was paying with her body but later because she got off humiliating him. The thing was that he got off on it too as did I, which is why 6 months later I still see them both at least once a month.

At first it was a simple affair with me calling around and taking her in front of him but later we started going out and making him watch me feel her up in public or watch her flash her giant tits or ass to strangers. It seemed the more we abused him the more he got off and Wendy was worse than him, she would play at being shocked or trying to say no but she would come in seconds as soon as I touched her.

This particular night I had something else in mind, a new kink in our torrid relationship. I had heard about a car park where couples and single men hung out for what they called dogging and I thought it would be a perfect place to show her off. They where both ready at 8 when I called by, Wendy dressed like a whore in short black skirt and ridicules bob tube top.

I have to point out that Wendy is what’s called a BBW, she weighs somewhere in the 250 lbs area most of it in her tits and ass so when she dresses like a whore it looks comical to some and fucking horny to others. Her big body is one of the main reasons I come back every time, it simply drives me nuts. Her stockings could be seen below the skirts hem and her high heeled shoes where so high it made it hard to walk.

John was sitting watching TV when I arrived and didn’t talk to me as he knew I’d just slap him or tell him to shut up. The first thing I did was order Wendy to suck my cock which she did right there in the sitting room, kneeling in front of me and her husband and devouring my hard cock.

She makes lots of noise when she sucks cock for me and her husbands benefit, I just love the way she goes at it like she hasn’t had a cock in years which was the case before I came along. She loves it when I grab her hair and force her to take my whole cock slapping my balls against her chin, she can take it and sometimes she comes without touching herself when I do this.

If I talk to her at the same time it just makes it better, “Come on cunt, suck harder,” I’d scream at her or, “Suck that cock whore, come on!”

I’ve made her kiss her husband right after taking my load in her mouth which she loves doing, making him taste my spunk. He loves it too the fuck, I know as she told me he sucks her pussy after I leave. Since she told me that I’ve made him suck her out in between fucks and even once made him kneel next to her so I could come on both their faces.

“Get your shit together both of you where going out tonight,” I said having come in Wendy’s mouth.

Without a word or question John got up and found his coat as did Wendy, “You won’t need your coat bitch and take your bra off too while you’re at it.”

She looked like she was about to question me but changed her mind nodding then removed her huge bra. In the bob tube her tits sagged down to her waist pushed out because of her swollen belly with the nipples hard as rocks form the blow job she’d just given. They swayed as she moved about making me growl with lust, the followed me out to my car and John got in the back where he always sat with Wendy up front.

We where off, ten miles to the place with both of them silent. When we pulled into the car park there was already three cars there and it was just getting dark, Wendy looked at me with wide eyes as if asking what was going on. I got out and walked around to her side then opened her door. I pulled my jeans down to my knees and told her to suck me again.

It was funny the way she looked around first to see if anyone was watching then went to work. I let her blow me for five minutes looking around and spotting four guys who approached us little by little, I motioned for them to come closer as she sucked me with her eyes closed. When they where three foot away all four of them I noticed two of them had their cocks out already jerking off.

Wendy looked scared when I pulled out and told her to turn around and stick her ass out at me, when she saw her audience standing there jerking off. “Just turn around bitch and lets all see that fat fucking ass,” I demanded and surprise, surprise she did it.

She backed her ass up while kneeling on the passenger seat and let me yank her skirt up over her ass. I swear her ass is so wide it’s nearly as wide as the door and with the stockings and suspenders it looked so fuckable I was gagging.

The guys around me where shuffling about amazed at the sight before them, a huge white fat ass with a cunt bigger then they’d ever seen just sitting there. I stepped up and slammed into her making her cry out inside the car, holding her hips I pounded her slack pussy really hard the way she loves it. If she doesn’t feel taken she wont come and I just love taken her so I fucked her like that hard and fast.

“You like that bitch? You like me fucking you from behind?” I asked getting no reply, I slapped her ass hard and asked again.

She answered “Yes,” but not loud enough.

“Louder whore, tell me you like it loud enough so the guys can hear you.” Her ass rippled with every trust as I banged and hammered her from behind.

“I love it, YES I love it!” We all heard her say.

The guys moved closer all four with their cock out then, “What are you? Tell the guys here what you are.” I continued knowing she knew exactly what to say as we’d been there before. She came as she tried to reply collapsing her head down onto the drivers seat but I was in no mood for mercy. I dug my fingers into her fatty hips and really hammered my cock into her shaking the whole car with the force, she grunted and panted pumping hot pussy juice onto my driving shaft for a minute or two.

I slapped her ass again hard and asked her again what she was, I saw her raise her head “I’m a slut!!”

WHAM, I smacked her again, “What are you cunt!?” I demanded. Her pussy was so wet now my cock would slip out wedging itself between her deep ass-crack. “Tell the guys Wendy.”

“I’m a slut, a whore Ooooooooh God YESSSSSS!!” she screamed. “A cock craving bitch, Mmmmmm that’s so good! Please fuck me harder!!”

I came right then pumping her with spunk my legs jerking with effort, she knew I was coming as she can always feel it filling her and buried her head again in the seat coming with me. When I was finished I pulled out and stepped back, Wendy moved as if to turn back around but I reached in and grabbed her bunched up skirt pulling her back to where she had been.

“You’re not going anywhere bitch, not until the guys here have all come inside you.”

She pulled at me trying to get away but I held tight “No please, that’s not funny Jim,” she cried out but I ignored her calling the first guy over. He took her hips in his hands and slipped her his cock, she continued to struggle but gave up after a moment letting him fuck her. He only lasted a minute coming inside her and pulling out to be replaced by the next man.

John was sitting in the back seat jerking off watching his wife pull a train loving it. I just leaned against the car and watched as all four of them stepped up and fucked her, the last one really going nuts making her come loudly. Her pussy was making disgusting slopping sounds as the last one hammered it, so full of spunk.

I caught John’s eye and grinned knowing full well what he was thinking and nodding to him. He was going to suck out five loads of spunk as soon as we got home and it looked like he’d come in his hand already. Wendy collapsed on the seat when the forth man came inside her and I had to help her into the car to close the door. As we drove off she was still slumped there with her eyes closed and her skirt up around her waist, her swollen white belly on show as where her stocking clad legs.

“You bastard,” she mumbled to me making me laugh.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m the bastard that just helped you enjoy five hard cocks you fucking come bucket,” I replied. As always John didn’t say a word he just sat in the back seat all the way home.

As soon as we got home and Wendy sat down John stood in front of her looking at the floor, at first she didn’t get what he wanted then huffing she pulled her skirt up and spread her legs for him. He dropped down between them and started lapping at her pussy. “Go on asshole, suck her cunt, suck all that thick spunk out,” I said standing up and pushing him further into her pussy.

Julie went out shopping to find something to wear that evening, she arrived home and with barely a wave to me took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. To my delight Julie asked me into the shower and told me I could help wash her for her “date”. It was a sexy high to sponge down my gorgeous wife’s body knowing tonight her lily white flesh would be entangled with a black man.

Julie rebuffed my attempts to kiss her or overly fondle her and she seemed to enjoy watching me suffer cleaning her body. Finally she instructed me to sit on the toilet and watch her rinse her body. Julie allowed me to towel dry her sexy body off and then go to the bedroom where she had me rub scented cream on her. I couldn’t imagine anything sexier then watching Anna looking in the mirror as she put on her earrings.

I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy white, see through g string. She slipped them on and it was easy to see her blonde pubic bush through the sheer material. My cock was straining in my pants as it stiffened into an erect state. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

She turned to me and said, “What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?”

I could barely speak, “Perhaps,” I said.

She then spun around and continued to thumb through the drawer until she pulled out white holdup stockings, which she then proceeded to pull over her shapely legs. When they were completely on, she walked over to the closet and reached for a white mini dress that she had bought. Her nipples her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material. The tops of the stockings were partially visible as she walked over to the mirror and started to apply her makeup.

I went downstairs to get drink. James was on the settee looking dapper and sophisticated in a good suit, was waiting there for Julie, he didn’t say anything, just gave me a sly cheeky grin.

Julie looked radiant as she made her way downstairs, James got off the settee “wow you look fantastic” he bellowed. She then walked over and hugged me again saying she wouldn’t be out too late tonight and not to worry. The taxi arrived, I watched as James led her down the path and into the taxi.

Time passed, and by twelve o’clock I decided to try and get some sleep. I dozed off for a while only to wake again at 1 am, Julie had still not made it home. My heart began to beat harder in my chest and I felt that familiar feeling of uneasiness. I must have fallen asleep, when I glanced at the clock again it was after two in the morning. I lay there in the total darkness wondering when my wife would be home.

I could hear Julie’s voice out in the front room, she was laughing and I figured she must have arrived back home while I was sleeping. But there was more than just her and James’s voices I could hear. I heard her ask if they wanted a beer and a flurry of men’s voices replied yes.

I was lying on the bed listening when the door opened and Julie walked into the bedroom, she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. She asked me to come downstairs. My heart was racing as I got up out of the bed and followed Julie downstairs into the living room.

To my shock, I was greeted by two very large black men and James all on the settees drinking beer. The two guys stood up and extended their hands out to me to shack . Their hands was twice the size as mine. I must have appeared very pathetic standing in my shorts with them towering over me. They introduced themselves as Rob and Al both collage friends of James.

“Hey, little slut, why don’t you take off your dress?” James suddenly asked. I was a bit taken aback, because I didn’t know how Julie would react, but Julie didn’t care. She smiled and with one quick motion, her dress was off, exposing her small body to these three black guys.

Your wife has small but beautiful tits!” Rob said and winked at me. I smiled, not knowing what to say. This was a bit awkward, but still a major turn-on, as Julie stood there with just her white thong and white stockings. Stunned I didn’t say a word. Sensing my weakness they went for the kill. My wife started laughing nervously as James lifted her head up and twisted it towards him. James gently dipped her head down so he could bring his mouth to meet hers. She moaned a soft guttural sound as she opened her mouth for him. They locked up in the most passionate kiss. She must’ve been so fucking hot to kiss like that.

She started to pet his hair and stroke his back. He told her to lay back. She giggled and dropped back on the couch. James lifted her legs up and brought them tight to her chest. She turned her head towards me as he slid her thong down exposing her blonde trimmed pussy. With a look of sheer evil she scrunched her face and blew a kiss to me as she spread her legs for his tongue. Fondling her tits he started mauling my wife’s pussy in front of me. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her petite body up a little so he can suck her.

I was throbbing hard at the way she was acting. She looked absolutely beautiful getting pleased like that. She was getting off using her power to humiliate and satisfy me all at once. She cocked her head back and looked at Al standing behind her. She looked at him upside down as he strolled over releasing his cock from his trousers. His cock was hugely fat, about the circumference of a coke can and about eight inches long. She smiled and opened her mouth hungrily taking just the tip in her mouth and sucked greedily on it. She was orgasming like crazy from the James’s tongue. While Al was face fucking her.

After her screaming orgasm Julie said she needed a couple of minutes break and the guys went ‘Ahhhh’ in unison. My wife laughed and said she’d only be a minute and would be right back, she was really loving this. She had this almost starved look in her eyes – like she could not get enough and would do anything to get it. And that was exactly how she acted. When she returned, she began telling everyone to undress. James, Al and Rob started to take off their evening suits off, within minutes all three were naked including me.

I looked pathetic compared to their towering muscular bodies. James with his twelve inch cock, Al with his fat coke can cock and Rob, who’s cock was a combination of the two, a bit shorter than James’s cock but as fat as Al’s cock. In fact the sheer weight of his cock although hard was pointing towards the carpet. ‘Oh, my god,’ I thought, ‘this is obscene, how can any man be that big and how can a woman accommodate this monster into her belly!’

In turn Julie went to all three of them giving each of their cocks a good squeeze, she leaned forward and gave his cock head a peck apart from my own six-incher.

James guider to the stairs and we all followed them upstairs to our bedroom. He threw Julie on the bed. I had never seen such an erotic sight, the long slit of her cunt visible, the outer lips framed by a full tuft of hair. Gaping open a quarter inch or so her cunt glistened with her lubricant, she looked very vulnerable.

Cock in hand, James guided the knob to her cunt. Then as the head spread her lips to gain entry and he felt securely lodged in her sweet warm embrasure he pushed forward and in one swoop entered her to the root of his cock. Holding himself still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her clinging body he grunted. Then he pulled back out until only the head was left buried. I could see the convulsive spasms of her orgasm from across the room and knew that was just the start for her. While her pussy was grasping his dick tightly, her juices made him wet and fiery hot. A few minutes of having his dick squeezed by Julie’s tight pussy, James lifted off her off his dick was shinning wet from her juices.

He got off the bed and Rob lay next to her, She pulled the foreskin down the shaft. A large, angry looking, purplish knob eased out and seemed to swell up even larger. She just played with it for a while, checking it out as if it was the first dick she ever saw. James pushed me onto the bed, I moved between her legs and licked her pussy. She started to moan as she played with Rob’s massive fat prick.

Julie straggled over Rob’s cock. He couldn’t get his cock in her it kept pushing to the side of her inner thigh. I didn’t move so she grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy. I stuck my fingers up inside her and was amazed at how wet she was. I felt Rob’s big cock against my hand as my wife began to stuff the huge cock into her pussy.

“Help me!” begged my wife as she tried to guide Rob’s big tool into her cunt. “Hold him for me baby, hold his big fucking black cock so I can get it in me.”

I grabbed Rob’s huge cock and was stunned at how large it felt in my hand. “Use both hands Baby. Use both hands and hold him real tight cos I’m gonna fuck the shit out of him.”

I reached my other hand over and grabbed onto the fat black cock and it felt like I had a hold of someone’s arm! “Fuck him baby! Fuck this black’s fat cock” I grunted .as I watched Rob’s thick black cock disappear up my wife’s well stretched pussy.

Down… down… down she slid onto that thick black cock until her pussy lips were pressed hard against my hands. I had hold of six inches of black cock and there had to be at least another 4 inches up my wife’s pussy. My wife’s pussy was stretched so tight it looked like it was gonna rip.

“Move your hands baby… I want all of it!”

I moved my hands out of the way and watched my little 5 ft wife take all ten inches of Rob’s huge cock. She started fucking him like crazy. Up and down up and down. My cock was rock hard as I jacked off like a crazed pervert. Just as my wife began to scream that she was cumming, I shot my wad all the way across the room! I shot off over a dozen spurts of cum and splashed a nasty trail of goo from the bed.

She cried, screamed and moaned as his ivory piston pummeled her swollen pussy. I counted at least three massive, screaming orgasms, Julie was stretched so wide that we could easily see her cunt lips sliding in and out with the motion of his cock.

With his hands on her hips he bounced Julie up and down his long fat shaft, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cummmm,” he grunted.

I could see his balls contracting as his cock spewed hot black cum into Julie’s unprotected cunt. I could see the cum on the base of his shaft buried deep inside my wife. He laid there for about a minute and they kissed romantically, then Rob pulled out of her. His cock was wet with their juices, and as he pulled away a string of cum hung from his dick to her pussy.

Rob smiled and rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, leaving the drippings spread all over her pussy lips and pubic hair, and then rolled Julie off of him and lay next to her. Thick globs of his cum dribbled from her stretched cunt, I got a hand towel and gently wiped her down.

I then felt a slap on the back of my head, I turned sharply. “What the fuck you doing man?” Al snorted at me. “Get the fuck on the bed.”

I coward on the bed. Al then lifted Julie over me, her swollen pussy was inches from my face.

I felt her hands then lips envelope my hard cock, I cranked my neck up and licked her hanging labia lips I could taste the salty cum from Rob.

I looked up to the foot of the bed James stood there stroking his massive cock. I continued to lick her pussy as she suck my cock. I felt a weight on the bed I almost jumped out of my skin though, when James moved up close to my face and started to rub his bulbous end up and down her slit only inches away, right over my face.

I’d seen his cock push her pussy lips wide open as he entered her the first time, but this time it was up close and personal. Julie moaned out load as he slowly forced his cock between her pussy lips till his balls rested just above my forehead. The sight was too much for me I shot my load in Julie’s mouth He started to rock to and fro I could feel the breeze from his swinging balls as I watched her lips wrapped around his cock and I could see them hold onto his cock with every thrust.

I wanted to lick her pussy so bad while he was fucking her, with sounds of her moaning, “Ohhh… Ooohhh… Ohhh… I’m cumming!” he grunted and I knew he was emptying himself my wife.

In a flash he withdrew I could see his spunk bubbling in her open cunt and Al jump in his place. Al forced his fat black cock into Julie with ease Julie groan as she ground her pelvis into the black man. Al’s fat cock became a blur as he fucked Julie. I watched as Al’s balls began to flex over and over. He was shooting his scalding hot come up my wife’s unprotected cunt!!

Oh my God!!

He shot come up my wife’s pussy for several minutes it seemed. He finally stopped thrusting and pulled his huge black dick out of my wife’s white pussy with a loud plopping noise. I watched as his fresh cum trickle out right into my lips. I heard them laugh, he got of the bed I fulfilled my final deep dark fantasy and I dove into Julie’s used pussy and licked and sucked madly on her pussy. I licked Rob’s, James’s and Al’s cum from my wife’s swollen pussy as it ran out of her and I pushed my tongue deep inside her trying to get every last sticky drop of cum from my honey’s cunt, making Julie cum again.

Julie climbed off me, I went to the toilet to clean up, I went to go back into the bedroom but the door was locked. I tapped on the door, the reply I got was fuck off white boy. I sulked downstairs.

It was fairly quiet upstairs for a little while, then I heard the bedsprings creak, followed by a loud cry of pleasure from my wife. The cries became louder and more urgent, as my wife accepted the large cocks I had seen earlier into her pussy. Although I felt sick at what was happening upstairs, the mental picture of the huge weapons forcing its way into Julie’s tight pussy had me rock hard. When I finally dropped off, I found myself waking up on several occasions, and each time I did, my wife was making the same noises.

Next morning, Julie came down, with Rob and Al kissed them goodbye and came into the kitchen where I was making coffee. “My God,” she laughed. “Their cocks never seem to go soft!”

“I don’t really want to hear this,” I complained.

“Oh sorry honey,” she replied soothingly. “I should have realized that it would be humiliating for you, knowing your wife had to get good sex from other men. I’ll try and be more diplomatic, and keep it to myself. I’ll pretend it is not happening.” She sniggered as she said this, before kissing me and returning upstairs to James.

Later after hearing them go for a shower I went upstairs to grab some clothes. I was amazed the room stunk of sex and there was puddles of black men’s cum all over the bed sheets.

Unlike many of our peers, we remained virgins until our wedding night. That first night was awkward. We were both uptight, and I was clumsy and over-excited. Gradually, we’ve become less inhibited and sex is much better. At least now I can usually last long enough to get Pam off.

Sex was still a topic we couldn’t discuss easily. We knew one position, the missionary, and the subject of oral sex was never broached. We both blush easily, so company get-togethers were always trying times for us. I work in a shop of fifteen men. I’m the youngest, the new kid. Most of those men have been with Jake Barnes from the day he opened shop six years ago. They are a tight-knit group and rather rowdy at parties.

Our work shop is not open to the public, so pictures of naked women are everywhere. It has a men’s locker room atmosphere. Pam has, on occasion, brought my lunch to me. She creates quite a stir when she walks through. She acts like she has blinders on and stays red-faced the whole time.

Jake Barnes is a tough guy to work for but he pays well. Two things can get you canned from the company: poor work and not fitting in. My year of probation was up. I’d been accepted. Our future looked secure. As long as I continued to fit in, I knew I’d have a job.

So Pam and I decided to buy a house.

The ink wasn’t dry on the paperwork when Jake called me into his office one day. He said he was disappointed because I never offered to host a Friday night poker game. I’d heard about the games, an institution at AAA, but I didn’t gamble. He said the games were low stakes and friendly. He said I’d learn. I had a house, so I could not claim that the apartment was too small.

From the stories I’d heard, I did not want Pam exposed to their bawdy poker games. What was even worse was that the wife of the host was to serve as hostess of the game, serving drinks and snacks. The way Jake put it, I had little choice but to volunteer. I said we’d host the next one. Jake smiled. As I departed, Jake called out, “See that Pam wears something sexy. We don’t want a hostess that looks like a Tomboy.” I grinned uncomfortably and scrapped the idea of having her wear jeans and a sweat shirt.

Pam was not pleased to hear about the poker party. She disapproves of gambling and she hates being around drinking and smoking men. When I told her what Jake said about wearing something sexy, she threw a fit. I let her rant and rave, but she knew as well as I that we were in no position to alienate Jake Barnes, not with a sixty-thousand dollar mortgage over our heads and the possibility of there being a baby on the way. She came to her senses on her own after stewing for a couple of days. Together, we picked out the dress she’d wear.

You may think this odd, but after three years of marriage, I’d never seen Pam naked. She is very shy and wears PJs to bed. We made love in total darkness. I saw her in bra and panties for the first time as she changed outfits. I sat on the bed, trying to act nonchalant about it. I could see that Pam was aroused. She grew more aroused as she tried on various outfits and modeled them for me. None suited her.

I almost choked when she suggested that going braless might help. She removed her bra right in front of me. I stared at the nipples I’d sucked on but never seen. They were tight, puckered, reddish caps on bullet- shaped mounds of firm flesh. She took her time donning the dress and paraded her tits before me with her shoulders back and chest out. As she moved about, those breasts vibrated with each footfall.

I broke out in a sweat when she decided the panties were all wrong and shimmied out of them. She went through her things in the nude, presenting me with a visual feast of her unguarded sex, mostly rear views of her pouting vaginal pouch tucked neatly at the top of her creamy thighs. Pam’s pubic hair is so light and fine that it is barely noticeable and hides nothing.

Her wet slit seemed to wink at me when she’d bend over. Her clit hung from between the lips like a tiny cock, just begging for someone to walk over and kiss it. She waved that pink flag in my face one second too long. I went over, knelt behind her, and planted a wet kiss right on her clit.

Pam shot upright and spun around as though a snake had bit her. She looked down on me like I was sick, saying, “Jerry, what on earth has gotten into you?”

I stood and apologized, feeling like a pervert. She said, “I thought we could be mature adults about this. Just because I agreed to dress like a tramp doesn’t mean you can treat me like one. Now, you go sit down, behave yourself, and don’t get up until we’re through.”

I slinked back to the bed and sat. Remarkably, Pam turned back to the dresser in a wider stance than before. In addition, she bent low to open the bottom drawer and began rummaging through it, giving me a most provocative display. It was then I realized that her tease was intentional. She was looking for panties in her sweater drawer and taking her sweet time doing it. After searching another bottom drawer, bending over with straight legs, her tits showing between the inverted V of her legs, she stood and faced me, hands on hips, flustered.

She still had her high heel shoes on and walked about, gathering her dresses, holding up one after another. She tossed all to the bed and stood with a hand on her cocked hip and said, “Jerry, none of my dresses are sexy. They’re all too long.”

I tried not to look between her legs or at her tits, but she made it most difficult for me. She stood right before me. She picked up a light summer dress with an open bodice and said, “If I wear this one without a bra and shorten the hem, I suppose it might look sexy. What do you think?”

I nodded. She slipped it over her head and folded up the hem to mid thigh, saying, “Is this short enough?” I nodded. She folded it up another inch and said, “How about this? Is this too much?”

I said, “You’d be inviting trouble if you cut it too short. Remember who you’ll be wearing that in front of.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Jerry. Jake said sexy. He expects sexy. This might be a test, you know. Suppose he lets you go because I wasn’t wearing a sexy enough dress. What would we do then?”

“All right, if you’ll wear it that short, I’ll go along. He can’t say it isn’t sexy.”

Pam folded under another two inches of material until the hem was just below her crotch. She said, “Maybe we should go all out just to be sure.”

I gulped. I said, “Pam, you’d never wear anything that short in front of a bunch of men and you know it.”

She said, “With our future at stake, I might go topless wearing a g-string. Don’t forget the baby. I am due to ovulate this week. I can endure a little embarrassment if I have too. I’m not that weak and fragile, Jerry.”

Pam’s attitude surprised me. She shortened that dress a little higher than mid thigh. She looked very sexy in it, especially in her high heels. When she modeled the dress, I noticed that she had also cut back the top. The square-cut top exposed the swells of her upper breasts and showed a great deal of cleavage. When she stood straight, the top edge just did hide her nipples. If she’d bend over, it dropped away and exposed her hanging tits. I made no comment about the modification; she offered no explanation. With the puffy sleeves and ruffled short hem, the dress looked like something a little girl might wear. On Pam it looked sexy as hell.

Eight guys showed up on Friday night. Since we figured there would be other poker nights, we bought a large round table with eight matching chairs. Nine of us just barely fit around the table. I had to sit on a bar stool.

Pam was a big hit. The guys made a fuss over her every time she entered the room. She was nervous and scared, but she looked stunning. They embarrassed her by staring openly down her top when she had to bend over. Those that were not in a position to look down her top would lean back and look up her dress. They kept the ash tray in the center of the table and requested she empty it often.

The first time Pam tried to empty the ash tray, she reached out and brought it to her. Jake said, “No, No, No. If you’re going to do the job, do it right. Here, set the ash tray back where it was. Now, don’t ever carry an ash tray over people. Do like this.” Jake had Pam lean back over the table as he was doing. Their heads converged near the center as Jake tutored her on the professional way to service an ash tray.

Pam listened attentively, mindless of the scene taking place behind her. Tommy Drew and John Blazek were on their knees pinching the hem of her skirt and lifting. Two others were leaning in to watch the operation. They were either very good or Pam was very absorbed in what Jake was telling her. I could not see what they were seeing, but from the looks on their faces, it was a sight.

I tried to get Pam’s attention, but she would not look up. She watched as Jake laid a paper towel down after first making sure that every butt was out. He then poured the contents into the paper towel, folded it neatly, then used the folded package to swab the inside of the ash tray. It all looked very neat and professional, but would also be time consuming.

Before Jake was done, Tommy had Pam’s dress laid back over her back. I could not see how she did not notice the draft. Just when I thought the show was over, Jake emptied the napkin back into the ash tray and told Pam to give it a try. This allowed the guys more time to visually feast on my wife’s ass and make crude gestures. When Pam did back away, she bumped right into John’s face with her ass. She acted surprised to find herself exposed and John at her ass, but she playfully admonished him and pranced into the kitchen.

To service the ash tray required Pam to squeeze in between two chairs in order to reach it. Two guys would scoot back from the table to let her in, then while she lay over the table, they’d boldly look up her skirt from the rear. Each time Pam had to clean the ash tray, she’d find a new hole open up for her.

Pam amazed me. She caught on quickly to what they were doing. On her third visit to empty the ash tray, she went to the third set of guys and waited for them to make a hole. Then, she would rest on her elbows, her tits fully exposed, while emptying and wiping clean the ash tray. The guys on either side of her were not content to simply look. Their hands roamed up and down her legs. Pam took her sweet time, her face as red as a rose. The fourth set took even longer.

Being the odd man, I got skipped the first time around. I got included on the second go round. I scooted back with Benny, who sat on my left and had been in on the first round with the guy who sat on his left. When Pam leaned over, I decided to act like all the others and take a peek up her skirt. What I saw blew me away.

Pam had on a pair of frilly pink panties I’d never seen before. They were so sheer and thin that only a narrow strip passed between her legs. I could plainly see her labia lips and I could see that she’d shaved them clean. A dark pink spot caused by wetness marked the place where her clit pressed out against the material.

While I sat in stunned awe, Benny ran his hand up her left leg right up to her crotch, pressing the edge of his hand between her lips. Pam did not react, even when he took the panty material between thumb and forefinger and made it wedge between her lips. Her labia lips closed over it. When she stood, she just smiled and walked off with a sexy sway to her stride. This time, my face was red.

The game went on like this for several hours. Pam worked the table, bringing fresh beer, keeping the snack food bowels full, and frequently emptying the ash tray. Hands reached for her legs, tits, and ass whenever she passed by. Pam never jumped or flinched and never pushed a hand away. She kept track of which set got to feel her up and never balked at the hands that went between her legs. The cards got sticky and so did my shorts.

After four hours, I was down three hundred dollars. I was learning to play poker the hard way. After buying the house and the table set, our savings was tapped out. Fifty dollars was all we had to our name with payday two weeks away. While Pam was out of the room, Jake said, “Jerry, I’m going to give you a chance to recoup your losses at two to one. You interested.”

I sat up and said sure. He said, “I’m going to bet you six-hundred bucks that Pam will let me take her panties off right here at the table and not say a word while I do it. If she does, she’s mine for twenty-four hours. If she so much as makes a peep, you get six bills.”

I felt sure Pam wouldn’t stand still for that, not quietly anyway. I also knew she’d be pissed if I put her ass on the table as part of a wager. I said, “Jake, I can’t give you Pam. I’m her husband not her keeper.”

“I’ll handle Pam. All I need is your acceptance. What do you say, kid? I know you could use the money. I’m just trying to make things easy for you.”

I thought hard for a few seconds, then we shook hands. Pam was due to stop between Jake and Tom on her next ash tray stop. All eyes watched when she got between Jake and Tom and leaned way over. Jake got right behind her and ran both hands up the sides of her legs clear up to her hips.

We could see the impression of his fists as they curled under the waistband of her panties. Pam froze; her eyes shot wide open. Jake slowly drew her panties down, giving Pam ample opportunity to say something. She knew we were all looking at her ass and most of us could see her panties come into view below her skirt. Still, she said nothing. Jack slowed his progress, pausing when her panties passed over her ass cheeks.

Pam had plenty of time to finish cleaning the ash tray. Instead, she rested on her elbows, doing nothing, breathing heavily, waiting. The two men seated to her front actually got up and went to stand behind her. The rest were leaning towards her rear, looking at Jake’s index finger hooked over the thin crotch band, waiting. Jake looked at me and shrugged as though to say, “Hey, kid, I’m trying not to win.”

Pam was incredible. It was obvious that she intended to wait, how ever long it took, for Jake to remove her panties. Jake was in no hurry, enjoying the tension. He inched those panties down her legs by fractions, pausing often. It took several minutes for those panties to hang limply at her ankles. Pam lifted one foot free, then the other. Jake reached down and held the flimsy garment aloft like a trophy. The guys let out a cheer. This snapped Pam out of her catatonic lethargy. She stood and backed away from the table, covering her face with her hands.

Jake reached out and took her left hand, drawing her to his side. He placed her panties on the table and said, “Pam, you just made me a very happy man.”

Pam looked to me with questioning eyes. I couldn’t speak. Benny said, “Jake bet Jerry that he could remove your panties at the table, and you wouldn’t make a peep. There’s the panties, and nobody heard a peep. Jake now owns your ass for twenty-four hours.”

Pam looked right at me, stunned. I shrugged and shook my head, still unable to speak. She said, “Jerry, how could you make such a bet? You had no right. I’m not your property.”

I found my voice and shot back, “I never thought I could lose. Why didn’t you say something?”

She didn’t have an answer for that. Jake said, “What’s done is done. You’re mine now, Pam, at least for twenty-four hours. A bet is a bet.”

Pam looked defiant even in defeat. She stared daggers at me and folded her arms. Jake said, “Let’s have a look at the merchandise. Why don’t you get those clothes of, Pam?”

Pam shot him a dirty look and said, “I’ll do no such thing. If you want to collect your stupid bet, you’ll do it in private.”

Jake said, “Pam, you don’t tell me how to take my winnings. Your ass is mine to do with as I see fit for the next twenty-four hours. If I say strip, by God, you strip!”

This shook Pam. Jake ordered the table taken away. The guys pitched in and lifted it over our heads, setting it off to the side. We gathered our chairs in a circle centered on Jake. Pam was in the middle looking like a trapped animal. Jake shouted, “Don’t stand there, get the fucking dress off!.”

With a beet red face and clenched jaw, she drew it over her head, revealing her total nudity. She kicked off her heels and stood defiantly before Jake and said, “There, are you happy, now?”

Jake smiled and said, “Start here on my left and go around to each guy so they can get a good look at your charms.”

Pam stomped over to the man on Jake’s left and stood glaring down on him with her hands on her hips, daring him to look. Jake grabbed Pam roughly by her elbow and jerked her to her knees at his feet. He shocked everyone by yelling, “Listen to me, you little cunt! You lost; I won. The bet was fair. I gave you every opportunity to win, but you wanted those panties off so we could finger-fuck you without them getting in the way.

“If you had only made a squeak, I’d have handed over six-hundred bucks to Jerry with a smile. He would have taken it, too. Well, you didn’t make a squeak. You lost. I’m going to get six-hundred dollars worth out of your ass if I have to hog tie you, toss you in my pick- up, drive you to Jefferson Street, and sell your ass for twenty bucks a pop.

“I happen to be in a sharing mood and just want to have fun with my friends in the comfort and privacy of your new home. Now, if you don’t want to party with us here, maybe you’ll like partying downtown. Either way, you are going to party. Do you understand me?”

Jake’s words had a sobering effect on Pam. We both knew he was dead serious. She nodded her head meekly. He helped her to her feet, saying, “Now, let’s see a little enthusiasm on your part. If I don’t see any, I could use six-hundred bucks.”

Pam stepped over to the man she’d been pulled away from. This time she ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts in sensuous offering. A slow sway started in her hips as she moved her left foot out. She drew his eyes to her crotch by trailing her painted nails down her front and teased it through her loins. She thrust her pelvis out and ran a stiff finger through her wet lips.

I was directly behind her and could see that red nail dip between those sexy vaginal peach halves, curl in, and disappear up the front. Her white moons swayed provocatively as she did a sexy grind for him. The guys were awe-struck by her beauty and sexuality.

She turned slowly to present him with her rear view. Our eyes locked as her hands went behind to stroke her ass cheeks. Her eyes seemed to say, “I hope you’re satisfied.” My eyes drifted to her crotch. She had shaved off all of her pubic hair. Her pussy lips were wet and swollen. Her clit stuck out obscenely, pink and shiny.

Pam went to the next man and repeated the performance, putting more into her act. As she went around, she grew hotter and hotter. Her fingers delved repeatedly into her wet sex. Her stance grew wider. The fourth guy was treated to her bending from the waist with her ass in his face and feet wide apart. She held this pose and pulled her cheeks apart. She held steady as he leaned in and buried his face in her beaver.

The fifth guy was on my right. When she got to him, she looked at me and lifted her left foot, placing it on the top of his chair near his right ear. I looked at her yawning sex as her fingers played through and entered it. She bent her knee to bring her pussy closer to his face. He leaned in to suck her clit. She pressed her crotch to meet his lips. She pulled her labia lips apart for his clitty suck. She looked at me with passion-glazed eyes while he sucked on her clit.

She let him suck for several minutes, then turned her ass to him, spread her legs wide, and dipped low. Her head looked back at me from between her knees as her hands came up from the inside and framed her sex. Her index fingers lay on each cunt lip and pried out, making a coral-pink oval of her vagina. He leaned in and lapped that oval like a dog. She swayed gently under the tonguing, never taking her eyes off me.

She left him in mid lap and stood before me, looking down. I looked up sheepishly. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’m ovulating tonight.”

She stood and went to Benny, on my left. This time, her right foot came up to the chair back by his left ear and she turned to face me. Benny entered her cunt with his two middle fingers and finger-fucked her while Pam ground her cunt on his fingers. She bit her lower lip while staring hard at me.

Sex between her and Jack was a foregone conclusion. After her rounds, it was obvious to everyone that she’d willingly have sex with anyone. By reminding me of her fertility, she was sending me a message, but I didn’t get it. Did she expect me to do something to protect her? Would she protect herself? Would she at least let Jack know? Should I speak up before it got that far? She laid that problem in my lap, as though divorcing herself from the responsibility. I had to wonder if it really mattered to her whose baby she had. Could she be happy with just anyone’s baby? Could I?

These thoughts never left me as I watched my horny wife return to Jake. Jake pulled her to his lap and positioned her so that her ass rested on his thighs with her legs outside his. He pulled her back to his chest and told the two men sitting beside him to each take a leg and make a wish. They eagerly reached down and took a foot, drawing Pam’s legs into the splits.

Pam seemed to enjoy the lewd exposure, showing off her newly shaved pussy, a pussy she was obviously proud of. She had every reason to be proud. It was the cleanest, sexiest pussy anyone of us ever saw. Everyone marveled and fawned over it, leaning in for a closer look. Even her asshole looked cute and sexy, pink and clean.

Pam shamelessly basked in her exposure and the lewd attention. Her pussy hole looked tight, wet, and inviting. Her clit was completely in the open and standing tall. Jack brought his hands to her crotch and manipulated her aroused flesh. His fingers delved into her hole and teased over her clit making her loll her head on his shoulders and swoon. Jack said, “Well, now that we’ve gotten to know the physical Pam, let’s get up close and personal. We don’t want any secrets between us, do we, Pam?” She shook her head. He went on, “Did Jerry know you shaved your pussy?”

“No, I did it this afternoon.”

“Why did you shave it?”

“I wanted to look sexy.”

“Why? Did you plan on showing it to us?”

“I wanted to be ready, just in case.”

“Did you masturbate thinking about this game?”

“Yes, constantly.”

“What were your thoughts? Tell us what you imagined might happen.”

“I pictured Jerry losing and having to bet my clothes. I pictured him losing my clothes. Then, I had to serve you all naked. When Jerry got a great hand, he showed it to me and asked if he could bet sex with me for the pot. I said yes, and he lost. I pictured you winning the hand and carrying me upstairs to our bedroom and making love to me.”

“Well, you weren’t far off, were you?”

“No.”

“You do realize that we are all going to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“I hope you’re doing something about birth control.”

Pam looked to me and waited. I don’t know why, but I froze. After several seconds, Pam said, “It’s all right; I’m on the pill.”

“Good. Pam, how would you feel about becoming the new company whore. The last one we had ran off and got married. It pays five-hundred a week. There’s light office duties, some typing and book work. Other than that, it’s just taking care of fifteen horny men.”

Pam looked to me for just a moment then nodded her head. Jake patted her pussy then set her on her feet. He said, “You run on upstairs and get comfortable. We’re going to have us a pussy drawing.”

Pam ran upstairs as Jake shuffled the deck. We all drew a card. I drew the two of spades. I waited and watched as seven of my coworkers and my boss made the trip upstairs. They came down singing her praises. Each left after patting me on the back and saying something like “Better luck next time,” or “You’re a good sport, kid.”

Jake remained behind after his turn. We sat together waiting for Benny to finish. It was four in the morning. Jake intended to take Pam with him after my turn. He shook my shoulder and said, “Face it, kid. You married a whore. We didn’t make her that way. All we did was expose her for what she is. Make the most of it. Think of the money you two will bring in together.” Jake peeled off five one-hundred dollar bills and said, “Look, here’s an advance on her salary. I know you’re tapped.”

I said, “Thanks,” as Benny came trudging downstairs. He said, “She’s all yours kid. You better hang on tight, she’s awful slippery.” He laughed, grabbed his coat, and left.

I went up with great trepidation. Pam was sprawled on our bed on her back. The bed was down to bare mattress. Pam was literally covered with sperm. It was in her hair, on her face, pooled between her tits, and she lay in a big puddle of it. She turned her head and smiled weakly.

I sat by her side, looking into her glazed eyes. A strand of fresh cum draped her nose. One run reached her lips as I looked on. She calmly licked at it. She reached between her legs and scooped a handful of cum on her fingers, stuffing it up her cunt. She said, “I think I’m pregnant.”

I looked at her sperm-drenched pussy and said, “I think you are too.”

“Do you want to place any bets on who the father might be?” I shook my head. “Why didn’t you say something? I gave you the opportunity.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“If you didn’t care, I didn’t either. You had your chance.”

I pulled out the money and said, “Jake gave you an advance on your salary.”

She took the money and smiled. She sat up and thumbed through the bills. She said, “I forgot about that. I’m the new company whore.”

“You are if you take that money.”

“I’m taking the money, Jerry. I earned it. Don’t be mad, okay?”

“I’m not mad. You win some, you lose some.”

“You’re a good sport, Jerry. I’m glad I married you.”

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Fred… Pete… and Bill all arrived a little after 5:00pm. We each opened a beer and sat in the back yard. About twenty minutes later Stephanie came outside with some snacks. I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked in her tank top and shorts. I could see the guys couldn’t help but notice either. We all hung out together and had a few drinks. “Mark I’m going to run in and grab another bag of chips… who’s ready for another round?”

“Stephanie let me go inside and help you.” I walked in behind her and we went to the kitchen. “Your tits look awesome in that tank top hon.” She blushed a little and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks… I’m glad you like.” I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she bent over and took out four beers. “Hey hon… you should really take off your bra before you come back out… then you’d look even better in that tank top.”

She looked at me strangely and I could tell she couldn’t believe what just came out of my mouth. “I can’t do that!” I looked at her for a moment and replied… “I told you to take off your bra now be a good girl and do it for me.” She looked into my eyes and paused for a second. Then she slipped the tank top over her head and removed her black bra. I was starring at her breasts as she stood in the kitchen topless. I could see how hard and excited her nipples were. She put her tank top back on and we both grabbed the beers and walked back outside.

Stephanie leaned over and handed Pete his beer… I could see his eyes wander down her shirt and knew what he was thinking. Her nipples were trying to break through the front of her shirt. None of the guys could help but notice the view.

We were having a great time and the beers were going down smoothly. It was time for another round. “Hey Bill you mind giving us a hand with the next round? I want to grab some more munchies too.” Bill followed Stephanie and I inside the house. Stephanie opened the refrigerator door and bent over to grab the beers off the shelf. I watched as Bill stared at her ass. Stephanie handed us the beers as she turned around. “Thanks hon… now get on your knees.” I grabbed her hair and started pulling her down as I spoke to her. She was completely in shock. I pulled her down to her knees in front of Bill and he couldn’t believe what was happening… he had no idea. I stood behind her with a handful of hair. “Now tell Bill what you want to do.” She knew immediately what to say. “I want to suck your cock Bill.”

Bill hesitated for a moment and glanced at me. Then he walked in front of Stephanie as she reached up and unzipped his pants. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles and removed his underwear immediately. She started slowly stroking his cock as Bill began to moan. He had been staring at my wife’s tits and ass all evening. She put her mouth on him and started moving her mouth up and down on his shaft as she firmly held the base of his cock. Then she reached up between his legs and started to probe his ass with her finger as her mouth engulfed his cock. Bill was moaning louder and Stephanie was driving him crazy. After only a few minutes Bill pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth and started jerking off in front of her face. He was ready to cum. “Open your mouth bitch…” I said to her. Stephanie opened her mouth wide and Bill squirted his cum down her throat and all over her face. “Lick his cock clean you slut and then lick up the rest that’s on your face.”

Stephanie did as instructed and then got up from her knees as Bill put his clothes back on. “Bill the other guys are going to get their turn too. Don’t ruin their surprise. Stephanie during the next round it’s Pete’s turn you whore.” We walked outside and handed the guys their beers. I brought out the munchies and we continued to drink and hang out as though nothing had happened. I could see it was almost time for another round. Stephanie instinctively got up and said… “I’m going to grab the beers hey Pete you want to give me a hand?” Pete followed my wife into the house. I knew she would do as instructed.

I wanted to time this perfectly. This was all part of my plan when I had invited the guys over that morning. Stephanie told me she had a gang bang fantasy for years but she wasn’t sure she could ever go through with it. I knew under the right circumstances she wouldn’t think twice. Five minutes had passed since Stephanie and Pete had gone inside. “Hey guys the game is about to start why don’t we head inside.” Bill and Fred followed me into the house. We walked through the back door and into the kitchen. There was Stephanie on her knees sucking Pete’s cock. He looked at us in disbelief and shock as he saw us there. I put him at ease at once. “Your such a good cocksucker aren’t you?” Stephanie took Pete’s cock out of her mouth momentarily and looked up at me. “Yes… I am.” I walked over behind my wife and reached around and played with her breasts as she continued to suck Pete’s cock. I pulled the tank top up over her head and told her to stand up. Pete’s cock was as hard as a rock and I was positive that Bill’s and Fred’s were too.

I led her into the bedroom as my three friends followed me. When we got next to the bed I pulled Stephanie’s shorts down and her black panties. I told the guys to undress as I put Stephanie on the bed. She was laying on her back completely naked as she awaited for the guys to join her. While they undressed she put her hand between her legs playing with her wet pussy. Bill and Fred Knelt next to her on each side. They both moved their mouths down to her nipples. Each one caressing her breasts as they slowly sucked away. Pete got between her legs and immediately went for her pussy. He started to finger her. First one finger and then two started probing inside my wife as she began to moan. He moved his mouth down to her pussy and started to suck on her clit. Stephanie was moaning louder as she came in Pete’s mouth over and over. She reached down and stroked Bill and Fred’s cocks as Pete got up and slowly inserted his cock in my wife’s pussy. He fucked her slow at first and then started thrusting his cock deep inside of her. She was screaming in pleasure and Pete was about to explode. He pulled out his cock and came all over Stephanie’s stomach.

I walked over to the bed and grabbed her by the hair. “Come here bitch… get on all fours and put your head at the end of the bed.” Stephanie did as instructed as I told Pete and Bill to stand at the end of the bed. They took turns on her mouth each grabbing her by the back of the head as she sucked their cocks. Fred got behind her and slowly pushed his cock inside of Stephanie’s pussy doing her doggy style. He put his hands on her hips as he started to slam her faster… thrusting his cock deep inside of her. They each took turns fucking her from behind all three of them eventually finishing on her face. Stephanie eagerly swallowed their cum and licked their cocks clean.

When they were done she had cum dripping down to her tits and all over her chin. I told her what a good whore she was. Everyone got dressed and we went downstairs. Stephanie was passed around the rest of the night sucking our cocks while we drank beer and watched the game.

I guess I’d begun to badger her about fucking other men. When we fucked I kept telling her how much I wanted to suck another guys come out of her. Just saying it could often push me over the edge. Still, you can imagine my amazement when I came home one day and she told me in vivid about having it off with the neighbors!

She had locked herself out of the apartment when she stepped out to get the mail. At the time, all she had on was her panties and a beach wrap. Darren, the guy next door seized the opportunity and invited her to wait in his apartment for the super to open the our door. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was pounding his eight-inch monster inside her.

Now, my wife had a hard time cooling down once she gets going. Darren was wrung out, but she was begging for more, so he invited four of his friends over. She said that she had never felt so wicked in all her life. It was the first time she had done more than one man at a time, but to hear her talk, it would not be the last.

She took them on one by one until an hour before I came home. Then she did all five at once. The biggest, fattest cock lodged in her cunt, the second biggest in her ass, one in each hand and the smallest in her mouth. She said it only lasted about fifteen minutes but felt like hours.

While telling me all this, Joy stared sheepishly at my shoes. When she finished she looked up and saw the bulge in my pants. Smiling wickedly, she immediately assumed a dominant role. She told me that I would be her slave for that evening. She laid out the special outfit that I had gotten her and made me bath her, shave her pussy and apply generous amounts of moisturizer to her perfectly shaped body. I did not know what she had in mid, but I knew that someone was in for a treat.

She disappeared from our apartment clad only in a sheer robe, and a moment later I heard Darren’s door shut. Surely this wasn’t what it was all about. Half and hour later she burst through the front door and found me kneeling by the side of the bed where she had instructed me to stay. “Party time,” Joy said. “Naughty Darren couldn’t wait. He left a present for you.”

Joy reclined on the bed, unfolding her recently fucked slit. I knew right away what she wanted me to do. The sight of our neighbor’s come oozing out of my wife’s fiery hole did me in. I sucked so hard I almost turned my wife inside-out. “Calm down, boy. There’s plenty more where that come from,” she said, obviously enjoying herself. I was all the more anxious to see what the night would bring.

She dressed in a black lace bra, a pair of “come and get me” stockings, a garter belt and crotchless panties that excited me to no end. She placed my finger in her slit. “Do you approve?” she asked, placing my finger in my mouth. She brought herself off on my fingers. “Just a little preview of things to come,” she joked.

By eight o’clock, she had me bound with a blindfold on. Occasionally she would let me know that she intended to keep my tongue very busy that night. When the doorbell rang I nearly fainted with anticipation; what could she have in store? It sounded like the whole neighborhood was in our living room! The sound of clinking glasses and sexual moans filled the air.

After a while Joy returned to the bedroom and kissed me. I was more than a little shocked when she passed me a mouthful of come. “See what our guests have brought you? I told you there was more.” She grabbed my erection. “You see, darling, Darren arranged an Abstinence Party. Each of our guests had abstained for over a month.” She left the room again, this time returning with a group of men. She walked over and removed my blindfold. “I’d like you to meet your host,” she said. “My husband, Tim.” The men smiled.

“And now, boys, it’s show time,” she said as she let her robe fall to the ground. The men carried her over to within inches of me and positioned her on her back with her ass pointing straight up in the air, “I planned the party, Tim, so you’d get a good show,” my wife said.

I could not believe how terribly aroused I got watching as one by one the half-dozen or so men paraded by, pausing just long enough to stick their dicks inside my wife and shoot a load of semen into her. Joy instructed one of them to untie me.

Now the men were all over her. She had a man on each of her voluptuous breasts and another man straddling her face. She moved him aside long enough to give me directions. “Tim, I want you to guide the tour through the attraction to make sure they don’t stay in one place too long.” Instinctively, I knew what she wanted me to do. One by one I grabbed their steely cocks and let them have her cunt just long enough to leave their juice and move on.

This went on for about an hour and a half. My poor prick was so hard it hurt.

“Not Yet,” Joy barked as she caught me touching myself. “You have to earn that,” she called out. She ushered all but the three men out of the apartment. “Lie faceup on the bed,” she ordered. I did as directed. She had the men pick her up and center her on my chest. “Where are your manners?” She shot at me. “you know you’ve got to put your lips to the cup.”

Soon I was gulping down semen. “I think he approves,” she said to her helpers. With that, they tilted her right over my mouth. As the last of the party’s offerings was sucked from her pussy, I found her love button and she went off like a skyrocket, adding her own come to my already special drink.

Joy climbed off my face and knelt over my cock. “Now for the act that should bring the house down,” she said. The three men moved into position as if they were extras in a play. One of them worked his cock into her upturned bottom. She “hand pumped” the other two vigorously. “This is how it’s got to be from now on, Tim,” she said between strokes. “I love you more than I ever have, but I gotta have cock.”

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, “We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Linda?” In a way that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one drink couldn’t hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something. Her little dress didn’t wouldn’t much.

The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the table, was the center of the “U”.

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office. What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was understandable, since I had been off getting the drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.

Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps.

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc…

I started talking with Tom, to my right. “During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never been there. “The girls are the best in the country…great table dances…”, Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”

The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned. She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the table. She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at the other end of the table resumed their conversation with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking with Tom.

He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready to go.

The conversation at the other end of the table was a little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be getting to her, I suspected.

I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin and tonic.

I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Linda…we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another drink.” Linda sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, “my turn.”

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats. So it took me a while to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept looking down at the other end of the table).

Linda was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point.

Linda closed her eyes again… as though she was trying to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were having. He also gestured under the table… apparently in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly…apparently exasperated with their conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.

Tom was telling me about some of the group’s wild evenings at the strip club. A little later when I looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it seemed to take quite a while.

The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl again and different guys were sitting next to her. I couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to hurt anybody, I guess.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the next round.

I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low chuckles around the table. I went off to get the drinks again and notice that Linda had apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with both of them…because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under the table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It must have been good humored fun, because the guys didn’t seem offended by her scolding.

The bar-tender took his time again and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head over Marcus’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking around, because her head was moving around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks. On my second trip she was still looking, but when I returned with the last of the drinks… she must have found it, because she was sitting upright… touching- up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Linda excused herself to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.

I didn’t even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her bowl again with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and about three minutes later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her elbows. When I looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly. Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his chin was all wet.

Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was dark in the club, but for her to face him like that… it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to me… so I knew that everything must be OK.

Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.

When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment. Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next round. Linda said, “We’ve missed our reservations by now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time. When I finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front clasped bra. Linda’s eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of orgasm.

I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife’s nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one. Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for the second and third trips.

When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys from my office.

She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions. The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She even sucked me off that night. While she was giving blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I’m working. She does it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what is going on.

From the day I mentioned it to my wife until the day the old secretary left Ginger kept begging me to hire her. She too was in a new town, and with no friends her days were really long and boring, I at least, had some place to go. Her arguments made sense, and the extra money would be nice, so against my better judgment I hired her and told the men she was a single girl who had just moved to town.

Within two weeks each of the five men in my employ hit on her, and I could hardly blame them. Ginger was a blonde ex cheerleader who kept her shape, petite, nice tits and lean tapered legs. After dinner one night I finally asked her if she wanted me to intercede on her behalf and ask the men to stop it.

She looked at her feet for a few moments, cleared her throat, and whispered no. Then she looked me in the eyes and said actually she would like to go out with them, she was running out of excuses, I was either at work, or working at home, or sleeping, so we never went out, she wouldn’t go out alone, and hadn’t been to a restaurant or nightclub since we moved, and maybe once she went out with one or two of them, and they didn’t even get to first base, they would leave her alone. I was shocked, obviously it was something she had thought about, but once again her arguments made sense, and once again I bowed to her wishes.

The next day when Anthony, the oldest and most diligent and professional of the salesmen, asked her out, and was quite flattered when she said yes. That night I watched Ginger, my wife of five years and who I loved dearly, dress for a date with another man. She put on a white cotton bra and panties, over that she wore a high collar calf length dress, pantyhose, and one inch heels. She looked like she was going to church, not on a date. She looked so prim and proper I swallowed my trepidation and watched her walk out the door and into another man’s car.

It was around eight when she left, it was just past one when she returned. There happens to be a streetlight right outside our bedroom window and when I heard a car and leaned out the window I could see Ginger and Anthony quite clearly as he parked in front of our door. With panic in my eyes, my heart in my throat and much to my chagrin, a hardening cock, I watched them embrace and share a deep and long lasting kiss. Ginger finally broke away when he placed a hand on her breast. She smiled at him, caressed his cheek and exited the car.

She waited until he was out of sight then sprinted up the walk way. It wasn’t but a few seconds between the sound of the front door slamming shut and seeing my wife taking off her dress as she entered our bedroom. She leapt into my arms saying she was glad I was awake because she was horny as hell. She proceeded to strip as fast as she could, all the while telling me to get my clothes off so she could fuck me. Another shock went through me, on top of having a hard on from watching my wife kiss another man, she was using language I had never heard her use before.

She pushed me back on the bed and positioned herself over my upper thighs. Then she took my rock solid cock in her soft hands and guided it to her pussy. My shy about sex wife had made a complete change, she was not only instigating our mating, and she was leading it. She rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy lips, where for the first time I could tell how really turned on she was. My cock head easily slid up and down her lips and I felt more lubricant from her pussy than ever before.

Suddenly my shaft was swallowed up by the warmest, wettest sensation it had ever felt. Ginger leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing them into the mattress, using that brace she lifted her torso four times in quick succession, each time ending by slamming her weight down on my thighs, forcing my cock into her pussy as far as it could go, while at the same time grinding her clit against my pelvis.

Those four jabs were all it took for my sweet innocent wife to have the most intense orgasm of her short sexual life. Her body quaked and quivered as it straddled me, her head became a bobble doll, rolling in all directions on her stretched out neck. Finally she collapsed in near exhaustion, her chest resting upon mine, while my still hard dick was lodged in her cunt.

She rested that way for a few minutes, then slowly regained her senses, the first of which was my cock still in her cunt. Ginger grinned like a Cheshire cat and leisurely began to hump her pelvis up and down while still lying flat on my chest. My cock could feel her cunt walls as they clamped around its’ intrusion.

We slowly fucked this way for a few minutes when I finally couldn’t bear it any longer and had to know, What’s gotten into you, I asked my wife, I’ve never seen you act like this before. I love my wife for many reasons, one of the most endearing is that she is an honest blonde. Ask her a question and in her naiveté/dumbness she will tell you the truth. So she told me about dinner and drinking and dancing and drinking and talk about sex and drinking and finally about dancing real close and tight and feeling a strange cock rubbing and growing against her thighs and belly.

When she got to the part about feeling Anthony’s cock against her body she came again, and I could feel her cunt walls contracting around my cock. Her orgasm wasn’t quite the earth shaker this time, but it did exhaust her out. She collapsed onto my chest and was soon gently snoring. My cock was still hard and still inside her pussy. I found myself fucking my passed out wife while getting excited about her new found sexual passion. I would soon find out the price for that passion.

Two days later she had a date with Jeremy, he was just a couple of years younger than Anthony and seemed to use him as a mentor. Jeremy had a good head on his shoulders and I liked him For a second time I watched my wife ready herself for a date with another man. This time her full bra was nylon as were her granny style panties. A dark pair of panty hose was covered by a knee length skirt while a high cut sweater covered her bra. She reminded me of the teenage beauty I first met and vowed to marry.

Again she left about eight and retuned after one. Jeremy also parked his car under the streetlight and there I was, watching raptly and with a growing cock inside my pants. Instantly they were in each others arms exchanging a prolonged and passionate kiss. Ginger then broke the kiss and leaned back against the car seat. Jeremy swung around to the side and pulled her sweater up over her bra and with my wife’s eager help unclasped it. My jaw dropped and my cock grew harder when Jeremy and I both saw my wife’s naked breasts. The dark amber of her aureoles contrasted with the alabaster white of her tits as the light from the lamp shown down on them.

He bent over her and for the next few minutes kissed and sucked her nipples while my wife caressed her pussy over her skirt and squirmed her body around. She finally called a halt to the sucking when he reached under her skirt and tried to spread her thighs. She lowered her sweater without re hooking her bra, stroked his cheek, kissed him lightly on the lips and got out of his car. She hopped from foot to foot as she impatiently waited for his car to disappear.

From the window I watched her scramble as fast as she could into the house, then I heard her yelling for me to be awake and ready because she needed to be fucked really bad. Ginger bounded into the bedroom, pushed me back on the bed and pounced on me, not even bothering to take off her clothes. She just shredded her pantyhose by yanking on them as if in a fit of delirium, which, from the way she attacked me, used me, then came on me, all the while moaning and wailing about fucking and cumming and cocks and cunts, I had to concur with.

We fucked until she came, not as intense as that first one the other night, but longer in duration, until she again passed out from the exertion. And again I was left to fuck my passed out wife, this time with visions of Jeremy sucking her tits in my head.

We fell asleep in each others arms and awoke with a mutual desire to fuck again. Ginger was still fully clothed so I flipped her over on her back, pushed her skirt and panties out of the way and fucked her missionary style so I could watch her face as I asked her to tell me about her date with Jeremy. It was another tale of dining and drinking and talking about sex and drinking and dancing and drinking and dancing with her back to him so he could slide his hands up and down her body while grinding his cock into her ass.

I asked her about the sex talk, and true to her blonde honesty, she answered bluntly that Jeremy had asked her what she liked done to her to turn her on, and in her blonde honesty, she told him. Jeremy being no dummy was quick to use what she related and got to second base before my wife remembered her wedding vows and got out of the car. And I, also being no dummy, began to do the things she told Jeremy about, and soon I had her crying out as she came in one quick jerk followed by a body wide shiver.

We barely made it into work on time and were there only a few minutes before Charles asked her out. Charles was a middle of the road kind of guy, did just enough to get by, but never exerted himself. It would be interesting to see how far he and Gingers’ date would go.

That night I watched as Ginger pulled some new lingerie out of a sack and began to put it on. The bra was a white nylon support one, that pushed her tits up and apart, creating quite a bit of cleavage. The panties were also white nylon high cut bikini style, that showed a lot of bare thigh at the top of the stay up stockings she also put on, much to my surprise. I mentioned it to her and she said she was tired of the struggle to take her pantyhose off when she wanted to fuck me.

I don’t know what made me say it, but before I could stop myself, I blurted out that it would also give Charlie easier access to your pussy. A dreamy kind of smile crossed her lips as she said with half closed eyes, that she hadn’t thought of that, but it sounded kind of fun. Then she donned a white silk blouse that buttoned up the front and that she left unbuttoned to the top of her bra, exposing the top of her globes and the crease between them.

The dark skirt she then put on ended about two inches above her knees and was skin tight. When she bent over to put on her shoes I could see the outline the edge of her panties made and an inch or so of the dark band of her stockings.

She left near nine and didn’t return until near two. I was almost asleep when I heard their car drive up. I sprang to the window in time to see my wife swivel on the car seat so she was facing Charlie while at the same time drawing her skirt up her thighs until her white panty covered crotch came into view. She put one foot up on the seat, one foot down on the floor and leaned her head back against the passenger door.

I saw her lips move and then saw Charlie put his head between my wife’s wide spread legs. I lost sight of him but had a perfect look at Ginger as her face contorted in erotic frenzy as I could only imagine what Charlie was doing to her, but what ever it was, she was certainly liking it. I considered our situation a moment, she never went down on me, I never went down on her.

Our sex life was very straight laced, Ginger was a virgin and I not much more than that when we married. The honeymoon was perfunctory and then sex took a back seat to school and work. How quickly things change, I pondered, as I gazed upon my wife thrashing about in another mans car while that cars owner did god knows what to her pussy. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and let out a scream that I prayed our neighbors didn’t hear. She reached down between her spread legs and with one hand pinching each ear brought Charlie’s head back into view.

Ginger lowered her leg from the seat and sat back against it, breathing rapidly and deeply. Then I saw Charlie put his hand around Gingers’ neck and begin to draw it down to his crotch. My wife deftly ducked her head from under his grasp and wagged her finger at him. He made a hands to the sky gesture and shrugged his shoulders. Ginger spoke a few words, Charlie nodded and I saw him squirm around on the seat.

Then Ginger put her leg back up on the seat, moved her panties out of the way, giving me a wonderful beaver shot while she got easy access to her abundant pussy juice. She scooped up a load in a cupped hand and disappeared it into the vicinity of Charlie’s lap. I watched as her arm moved in an up and down motion, giving me a good indication that she was jacking him off.

In a few moments he jerked his head back and forth and shimmied his shoulders. A few seconds after that I saw Ginger with a right hand and wrist coated in a shimmering glob filled liquid. Charlie grabbed her arm and pushed her hand towards her face, I was filled with shock and awe when I saw her actually stick out her tongue and lick Charlie’s cum from her hand.

I began to rub my cock as I watched her really get into it as she ran her tongue up and down her wrist and palm, seeing her lap up a particularly large wad and suck it into her mouth, then finishing off by sucking clean each finger and her thumb. She gave Charlie a big smile and got out of the car.

Ginger didn’t even wait for him to fully leave before she was scampering into the house and into my arms. This time I met her and before she could do anything and guiding her forward momentum as she entered the bedroom I soon had her kneeling on the floor, with her torso bent over the bed. I tugged her tight skirt up over her ass, pulled her panties aside and jammed my dick into her cunt.

Ginger squealed in pleasure and ground her ass cheeks back into me. I leaned onto her back and told her to tell me about her date while I fucked her. It was the usual tale but this time on the dance floor he openly played with her pussy and she came on his hand when she noticed other dancers looking at them.

That’s when I told her about watching her in her date’s car when they brought her home. That little revelation set her off, she screeched, shivered and drenched my cock in juices. When she recovered I began to fuck her harder, all the time calling her my slut, and a horny cunt and every other nasty thing my disoriented mind could come up with. Ginger responded in kind, agreeing with my every word, and begging me to call her names while I put my hard cock up her slutty cunt.

We fucked off and on that entire night, with Ginger finally realizing my watching her in the cars was why I was always so hard and ready for her when she got to the bedroom. Just before we fell asleep she whispered in my ear that since I got turned on watching her she will just have to do more for me to watch.

Her giggle was the last thing I heard before sleep took over. Ginger proved true to her word. Tom was the next man to ask her out. He was the youngest and brashest of the salesmen, cocky and full of himself, he would make a fine salesman once the edges wore off.

The night of their date Ginger wore a bright red half bra, it held her tits up, while exposing them almost to her nipples. Her panties were also bright red and covered in lace. A thin string held the front and back together, and it looked incredible on her, especially the way it cupped her round ass when she bent over to put on her stockings, a black pair of stay ups that just about covered her legs, leaving a bit of bare thigh between the tops and the edge of her panties. Her blouse was a translucent silk that did nothing to conceal the bright red bra beneath it.

She buttoned it only to the bottom of her bra, exposing it and all the globes of her tits. If she wiggled too much I was sure her nipples would poke out. Her skirt was a red and black pleated tartan design that came down to mid thigh. In this skirt when she bent over to get her shoes not only the tops of her stockings came into view, but I could plainly see her red panties covering her lower ass cheeks and the crack of her ass.

When she stood and turned around her movements made the skirt fly up in front and I got just as good a look at her panty covered pussy lips. We hugged and kissed before she walked out the door, and just as she exited she told me she left a gift for me on the bed.

As Ginger was departing on her escapade, I dashed to the bedroom to see what she left. I tore open the package to discover a pair of very high end binoculars and a note saying now I shouldn’t miss any of the action.

My little tramp had gone so far as to make sure her husband didn’t miss a beat of his wife’s sexual fun. And I must say she and Tom put on quite the show. It wasn’t until almost three that they pulled in to the light. I lost no time in zeroing in on their activities and putting them in the correct focus with the binoculars. I was rewarded with a scene so close I felt like I could reach out and pinch the nipple my wife just exposed. She then raised her skirt, spread her legs, grabbed Tom by his hair and pulled his head down into her crotch.

I zoomed in on his tongue as it glided up and down the red lace gusset of her panties where it covered her pussy lips. Soon I could see a dark spot starting to spread and the outline of her lips peek through. Then two fingers appeared and pushed her panty crotch into her cunt then pulled it out. It was a sopping mess and had lost all shape, making it easy for Tom’s tongue to slip by the edge and lick her pussy from ass hole to clit. He then settled in on her clit and began to nibble it with his lips while every so often flicking his tongue out and lapping it from top to bottom.

Ginger started thrusting her cunt into his face, she grabbed his head again and mashed it hard between her legs, creating more pressure on her clit which caused her to orgasm. When she recovered she looked up at our bedroom window and winked. She then unzipped Tom’s pants, pushed them down his thighs, took his cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth. I brought into sharp focus the image of my wife slowly inserting another mans cock into her mouth.

Every now and again she stopped, slid her tongue up his shaft and out her mouth, then slither it back in her mouth and proceed to take more of his shaft with it. When her nose and lips finally came to rest against his belly and balls she pulled his shaft from her mouth until just the tip remained, then in one motion swallowed it whole, then back to the tip, then swallow. For someone who never gave me a blow job she really seemed to know what she was doing. It didn’t take much of this fucking my wife’s mouth to get Tom to blow his wad.

Suddenly, while Ginger was busy trying not to gag from the amount of cum being shot down her throat, a pair of headlights pulled in behind Toms’ car. A man quickly got out and approached the passenger door. Tom lowered the electric window and motioned to the man. The stranger lowered his zipper, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

Tom gently tugged Gingers’ head up from his spent dick and turned it so she could see what was sticking through her side window. With a sly smile my wife instantly slid over next to the man’s growing cock, grasped it in her hands, put it in her mouth and began to masturbate it while sucking it at the same time.

It didn’t take much of this and the man was soon bucking his cock into Gingers mouth while ejaculating down her throat. Again Ginger did a magnificent job of swallowing everything he could give her, as I zeroed in on her face not a drop of sperm was anywhere to be seen. As soon as the stranger finished he walked back to his car, got in and drove away. Ginger smiled at Tom, kissed his cheek and left his car too.

This night Ginger seemed to be in no hurry to get to the bedroom and I watched her just kind of amble up the walkway and into the house. When I didn’t hear her on the steps or see her in the bedroom I went to find her. I discovered her in the living room bent over the arm rest of our couch, head buried in the cushions, ass pointed to the heavens. Her skirt was pulled up over ass, her panties were pushed to the side, and her fingers were pistoning in and out of her gapping cunt.

Ginger heard me enter the room, picked her head up and told me to fuck her as hard as I could while she told me what my wife slut had done this evening. I needed no second invitation, I unzipped my pants and unleashed my iron bar of a cock while I walked to her upturned ass. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to me as I violently as I could while at the same time lining up my shaft to pierce her pussy as I pulled.

Ginger began to squeal but between her outbursts of ecstasy I could hear her words as they came out in breathless gushes. At first it was just her telling me to, “Fuck your slut. Fuck your filthy cum loving whore of a wife! Fuck me like a slut should be fucked! Oohhh yesss, fuck me baby, slam that big cock of yours in your nasty cunt.”

Then the story came out, Tom didn’t bother with a dinner, he took her straight to a bar, sat her on a bar stool and fed her two Long Island iced teas. Then he turned her around so she was facing the patrons and pulled her skirt up her legs and bunched it in her lap. He told her to look at the booth right across from them.

When Ginger glanced in that direction she saw five men staring at her stocking covered upper thighs and craning their heads trying to get a peek at her panties. Tom told her to spread her legs and she did as she was told. At this point Ginger stopped talking and began wailing in pleasure as my slamming cock and her recitation triggered an orgasm. When she resumed her story Tom had left to talk to the men then returned, grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the bar.

As they drove to their next destination Tom told her how she had mentioned to one of the men that she was a very inexperienced cock sucker and the he was going to help her over that little hurdle. He pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore and escorted my naïve wife into the store and led her around pointing out the wares of the place.

Ginger was the only woman there and was the center of all eyes. Tom took notice of this and went to great lengths to make sure they all got a look at her legs, tits and panties as he paraded her around and made her bend and stoop over to look at things. When he heard the door open and saw the group of men from the bar enter he took hold of her hand and led her back to where the video booths were. They walked down the hall while Tom looked from booth to booth, seemingly looking for something.

Of course he was looking for a booth with a glory hole and when he found one he ushered my wife inside and fed the machine its’ requisite money, told her to watch the movie and that he would be right back. He went to the men from the bar, told them what booth to go to and returned to find Ginger raptly watching a woman fucking seven black men while she lazily finger fucked herself. Tom unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and began playing with her tits.

Suddenly a cock was thrust through a hole in the booth, Tom took my wife’s right hand and put it on the cock and told her to jack it off. While Ginger was masturbating a strange cock Tom was telling her that she had to learn how to suck cocks, and there were ten or so men lined up outside the booth. He said they had volunteered to help her by letting her practice on their cocks.

For the next three hours Ginger sucked off one man after another while Tom told her what to do and how to do it. His instructions were augmented by the videos being shown, he would stop her when a close up of blow jobs would appear and make sure she watched it to get a better idea of exactly what to do. Ginger had three or four more orgasms as she continued her amazing tale.

Finally Tom wiped her face and chest off of all the sperm deposited on her, put her bra and blouse back on and began to leave the store. They were stopped by one man who begged them for a blow job too, Tom told him where Ginger lived and told him to meet them there. That was the guy who showed up out of nowhere to get a blow job from my wife.

Gingers’ story turned me on more than anything she had done before, so much so that my cock remained hard for longer than ever and allowed me to fuck my wife during the length of her speech finally exploding when she talked about the man who followed them home.

Ginger met my orgasm with one of her own and together we tumbled off the couch and onto the floor in our passion. We passed out from exhaustion right there. We woke the next morning and gathered out senses. I asked how she liked her night’s adventure. She smiled shyly and replied she loved it, she felt she was now an experienced cocksucker and loved all the different sizes, shapes and tastes of the anonymous men she sucked off and swallowed.

The floodgates were now open, and Daryl, the last salesman to take my wife on a date had heard all the details of her previous excursions and was more than ready for his chance. Daryl was the only black employee of the company and the only black man Ginger had ever met or talked to. Their date was set for three nights later.

When we got home that night, Ginger asked to be taken back to the bookstore, she wanted to rent some inter- racial videos, especially the one she saw of the woman with seven men. We rented several films, and I used the opportunity to see my wife’s new found talent up close. We went to the booth she had used previously and I watched her suck off four men in the space of a half an hour.

We returned home and fucked our way through three of the rentals. The seven man gangbang gave her one continuous orgasm, start to finish Ginger moaned, shook and quivered while she watched the white woman take on the seven black studs in her mouth, cunt and ass. We watched the other films the next night but Gingers fuse wasn’t really lit until we re ran the gangbang tape, where she once again had one long drawn out cum.

The night of her date with Daryl she didn’t wear a bra or panties, instead she donned a garter belt and long black stockings. A translucent broomstick skirt just long enough to cover her garter straps and a see through blouse tied in a knot under her tits made her look like a walking wet dream. Four inch stiletto heels had her swaying her hips from side to side as she walked to Daryl’s car. The movement had her skirt swishing around her legs, every so often exposing her garter straps and the bare white skin above the stocking tops.

I didn’t see my wife again until late the next morning when she was literally dropped off at the front door. It was a limp, well used dish rag I carried into our house and up to the bathroom to begin her cleansing. She was a mess, her blouse was gone, her skirt was torn, her stockings were just tatters hanging from her legs. Her body, almost from head to toe was caked in dried or drying cum. Her lips and cheeks were coated with sperm, it cracked as she moved her mouth and jaw. I soaked her in the tub for about an hour, refilled it and bathed her and washed her hair. I put her to bed and waited anxiously to hear about her date with Daryl.

It wasn’t until after the next night’s diner that Ginger felt up to relaying the events of her night. We sat on opposite sides of our bed, both nude and both masturbating, she with a dildo and me with my hand. I decided it would be less strenuous this way, and I could hear the story without too many interruptions. Daryl drove her straight to a pool hall on the other side of town, led her to a back room where she was tied lying on her back to a four poster bed. Her arms and legs splayed apart Ginger was an open invitation to one and all.

The men had her fuck for three hours on her back, then untied her, turned her over, retied her and let the assault on her ass begin. Ginger gave herself an orgasm when she got to the part of the men fucking her virgin ass hole. She said it hurt like hell at first but by the time the fifth cock was shoved up her butt she was loving every minute of it.

A couple of hours later they untied her, let her go to the bathroom and stretch a little, then bent her over a bench so both her pussy and ass hole were easily accessible, retied her and let the men take their choice of pussy, ass hole or both. She was tied up at the pool hall for six or seven hours, when she was untied, led back out to the car and driven to a whorehouse.

For the next five hours my wife was used as a common whore, but instead of the usual charge of 50, 100, and 200, Daryl charged five bucks for a blow job, ten for a fuck, and twenty for around the world. An ass fuck was fifty, with pussy and mouth thrown in at no charge, and customer’s choice of what hole to cum in.

Needless to say Ginger was the most used whore in the place, which led to some pissed off regular whores, who in turn attacked Ginger and began a fight, this led to the men making the women eat each other out and make each other cum, then they all got fucked, made to take the men’s cum shots in their mouths, then told to transfer the globs from one woman’s mouth to another. This shut them up, calmed them down, and even got a couple of them turned on.

Ginger now tasted her first pussy and was eaten for the first time by a woman. She told me she didn’t mind it, and the sharing of the men’s cum was a real turn on, but she preferred the rough style of men eating her and fucking her.

The house finally ran out of men so Ginger was picked up like a sack of potatoes, dumped in the car, and then on my doorstep. I shot off twice on hearing my wife’s adventure and she came four times from reliving it. From that day forward she was the office slut, always dressed for easy access to her ass, pussy and mouth, and always ready to be used anywhere, anytime by anyone.

Once the salesmen turned some clients on to Ginger, our office monthly take soared. All the men got performance bonuses, and I received a bonus equal to the size of my yearly salary. In the end I guess I became my wife’s pimp, because she got fucked, and I got paid.

Debra and I met whilst in our last year at school and, as we both found jobs not terribly far apart, we managed to keep in contact – even if it was rather infrequently. We went out to the pictures and sometimes bowling, and although we did a bit of kissing after these dates it never amounted to very much. After a couple of years, when we both turned 18 we began to get a little more serious and we started to tell everyone who was interested that we were going steady.

Just before Debra’s 19th birthday, I asked her if she was really serious about our relationship and, when she told me she certainly was, we told everyone we were engaged to be married. We even bought an engagement ring. It was just after this that our first sex took place. We were pashing really heavily when Debra stopped me and said, “I guess we have reached the stage where we are really serious about this relationship and if you are sure, it seems to me that this is about the time we prove our love for each other.” Of course, I understood what she was saying – she meant we could go further that we had ever been before. We discussed protection and she asked if I had a condom. Every young lad had a supply of condoms. They were always kept in the vain hope that the occasion to use them would arise sooner or later.

Tonight was the night. We were in my car and so we climbed into the back seat, Debra slowly removed what was left of her clothes as I removed mine. She then spread herself out beautifully on the seat, spread her legs wide and told me to show her how much I loved her!

With my condom fitted on my raging hardon, and such a beautiful sight in front of me, it didn’t take me very long to begin the lovemaking process. Naturally I wasn’t very skilled at this but I did a fairly good job and had her aroused very quickly. When it was time, I inserted my cock and fucked her for all I was worth. As I said before, she screamed a lot and I assumed she was my virgin girlfriend.

Sex, in whatever form after that was a lot easier for Debra and we fucked whenever it was possible. The following year, we found ourselves a reasonable apartment and moved in together.

Debra soon obtained a prescription for the pill and this relieved us both of the problems of condoms. We knew we were both made for each other and that was all that mattered.

After the second year of living together we married. It wasn’t a really large affair but we had all of our friends along to help us celebrate the occasion. We had a fairly close circle of friends, numbering about 25 in all – some of them married and many of them still single. We loved their company, although we preferred being alone where we could make love as often as we wished. And that was often!

Everything went along extremely well with our marriage, our jobs and our close circle of friends. So much so that we decided to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary, 2 months ago, with as many of our friends as possible. We arranged a party at a friend’s house on the Saturday evening because it was large enough to accommodate all of us at the one time. Our apartment was too small for that sort of party.

More of our friends had married since our wedding and so we had quite a number of couples at the party. With so many friends at the party it was necessary for us to have some sort of entertainment and so we asked the couple at whose house we were partying if they would organize something.

On the night of the party, after much fun was had by all, and quite a lot of drinking and eating had taken place, the host couple told us they had a special game for us all to play – TRUTH!

This announcement was accompanied by lots of boos and hisses as playing truth was old hat and nobody played that game anymore! Elaine and Ron, our hosts, said we had a very different game of truth to play and they were really sure we would all enjoy the game once we understood how it worked.

Anyway, the game began with Elaine asking for anyone present to tell the truth about Debra – it could be anything at all!

Milton, one of the single chaps and not a very popular fellow was the first to tell a truth about my wife! “Debra was the most popular girl at school in the last year and had more gangbangs than any other girl in the year!”

Debra was required to tell if this was true or deny it if it wasn’t!

She just smiled and said, “Yes, that is true, Milton. How about you telling everyone who the chap was who arranged for my first gangbang!”

Milton grinned and said, “It was me! I arranged for 9 of my friends to be at the party where we gangbanged Debra and she was the easiest girl I have ever had to persuade to participate!” This upset me terribly – 10 fellows had fucked my Debra! I really couldn’t believe what was being said, and worse, Debra seemed to be happy to talk about it.

Milton then suggested Debra tell everyone present about the rest of the gangbangs! She seemed to be happy to talk about them and then described them in much detail. Debra had participated in 7 gangbangs and delighted in telling us all about them in much detail.

All of these gangbangs had occurred at parties where the number of men participating had varied from 5 to 14 and in many cases, the same men were at more than one event.

Those attending our party were watching my discomfort with a deal of pleasure. They asked Debra a lot of questions about the gangbangs and wanted a lot of detail. They asked her if she had wanted to be in the gangbangs and she said, “Of course, silly! It is a real turn-on and a great deal of fun!”

Elaine asked Debra to describe her first gangbang in detail. Debra glanced over at me and, when I didn’t give any reaction to her or the question, she shrugged her shoulders and started the story.

Debra said, “I have always been one to want a deal of attention and the first time I had sex I knew I would always want more and more. I knew I would want multiple partners until I found the person I really wanted.”

With a further glance over at me and still receiving no reaction, she continued, “I just loved being fucked by the lads at school and I guess I made love with just about any of them who asked me!” I think there were only 4 lads in the last year at school who didn’t get around to fucking me! And that included my wonderful husband! He came to the party a bit later on.” Debra continued to tell how she had arranged to fuck just about everyone and where they had done it and how often. This shocked me as I was sure Debra had been a virgin when I fucked her first. How wrong I had been.

Ron was well into the swing of things and without looking at me, asked Debra if she would like to have a gangbang tonight! This really shocked me! More so when Debra said to Ron, “Why not – I’m game if you are!” It was then both Debra and Ron looked over to me to see how I was reacting! I didn’t know what to do! Debra is my wife! I love Debra and I am sure Debra loves me! What on earth would she want to have a gangbang with these people, our friends, in front of me! And was she going to ask my permission or just go ahead? What was I to say and do?

Debra walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She then said, “You would love to watch me getting fucked by all of these men here, and you wouldn’t mind would you?” What could I do now? She had asked me with everyone listening and I would be a right shit if I told her no! What could I do?

I decided the only course of action was to say nothing and leave it up to her to decide – after all, she is my wife and surely she loves me enough to not want to fuck other men, particularly in front of me! So I said to Debra, “Well, you know I love you, and I believe you love me. If you really think this would be good for our marriage and would be what you want to do, then I guess I have to leave this up to you. But I am not happy about it. I don’t want to be the one who has to watch his wife get fucked by other men!”

Debra was a smart girl. She said, “O.K. Ron, I will go ahead with the gangbang but I am sure I am not the only girl here who wants to be fucked. Let’s ask the rest of the wives how they would feel about me having the gangbang with their husbands and see how many of them want to join in!”

Three of the other wives immediately moved forward and said they wanted to be in it if Debra was going ahead and a couple of the single girls also moved forward.

Well, here we have 5 others who will be in a gangbang with Debra. Now the gangbang will go ahead regardless of what I think about it.

Debra moved back to me, gave me a really passionate kiss and told me she loved me! She hoped I still loved her as much after the event which she was now going to participate in.

Debra asked Elaine and Ron to prepare the room for her. She asked whether a couple of mattresses could be moved into the room and could she use a couple of tables which were already in the room.

Everyone suggested Debra commence with the fun and then the other girls would follow when they were ready. The mattresses were soon pulled from some of the beds and they were spread over the games room floor. A couple of sheets were spread over the mattresses and the setting was ready for some action.

Debra walked over to Milton and grabbed him by the hand. She pulled him into the center of the room, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She then told him to make her naked! Milton isn’t the most popular guy present at the party, and everyone was surprised to see Debra choose him first.

After a lot of kissing and groping, Debra asked Milton to get rid of her clothes. Milton didn’t take much asking to do that. He immediately pulled her blouse up over her head and threw it over to the rest of the group watching. He then undid the catch on her short skirt, undid the zip and the skirt slid down to her feet. Debra was naked except for a small pair of knickers, which were almost seethrough, and it didn’t take Milton long to hook his thumbs in them and pull them down too.

Debra was standing, in the center of the room, stark naked in front of about 25 of her best friends, waiting to be fucked by anyone who wanted to fuck her! What a sight I was witnessing! I felt terrible!

Debra quickly tore Milton’s clothes off. She then grabbed his cock, which was very erect, knelt down and stuck his cock in her mouth. There were no pleasantries; she was right into it straight away. She sucked hard on his cock which caused Milton to grimace as he enjoyed her actions.

When she had been sucking his cock for a couple of minutes, she took it out of her mouth, rolled over on her back, spread her legs and told him to fuck her now!

Milton didn’t need any prompting, he dropped to his knees between her spread legs, held his cock in his hand and rubbed it on her pussy lips. He then inserted his cock in my wife’s cunt and pushed for all he was worth. His cock slid gracefully right into her cunt and he began to fuck her! This was a terrible sight for me – this is my wife who is being fucked by a man she didn’t even like!

Somehow I couldn’t look away and just had to watch while my wife was fucked by Milton. Soon after he started, Debra called out for a couple of cocks to keep her happy. Two of the men quickly removed their clothes and knelt beside Debra and placed their cocks in her mouth – one on each side of her. She sucked them alternately really seeming to enjoy them. One of the men couldn’t contain himself any longer and came in her mouth and I couldn’t believe my eyes – Debra not only swallowed every drop of his cum, but licked her lips and asked who was next.

Milton, in the meantime, was pumping into my wife as hard as he could and he, too, came in her cunt. Judging by the time he continued to pump into her after it was obvious he was cumming heaps, I guessed he deposited a large load right into her body.

As soon as he pulled out, another took his place, whilst the men at her head continued to pump their cocks into her mouth.

Before the other girls joined in by lying on the beds naked and asking to be fucked, I counted Debra had swallowed 9 loads down her throat and 14 men had cum in her cunt. She was overflowing as each man pulled out and more surged out as they pumped into her. Once the other girls joined in, there was less concentration on Debra and soon she rose off the bed, walked rather unsteadily towards the bathroom where she would get cleaned up by having a shower. I followed her into the bathroom. She looked a terrible sight. She had cum all over her body and face. It was also running down her legs and when she stopped in the shower, she made a slimy puddle on the floor between her legs.

Right at that moment I really didn’t know if I loved my wife at all! I had just witnessed a terrible gangbang entirely centered around my wife and I just hated the way she had seemed to enjoy it all. To watch her get fucked by so many men just completely turned me off her. I watched her in the shower while she attempted to scrub away the evidence of what she had just done and knew I loved her passionately as the woman I had married and loved so much. But she had just shown me she could be an utter slut and I wasn’t so sure I loved her right now.

As she continued washing herself, particularly concentrating on her cunt – trying to drain any residue of cum from all of those men, she kept glancing at me and smiling as much as to say she loved me despite what she had done! She wanted me to join her in the shower but I refused, mainly because I wasn’t sure of my feelings towards her. I also knew that once I was under the water with her she would get me to fuck her and I didn’t think I wanted to do that right now. When she stepped from the shower I couldn’t resist handing her the towel and helping her dry her body. She looked so lovely standing there naked under the bright lights of the host’s bathroom. I looked closely at her body to see if there was any evidence of the gangbang she had just participated in. I expected to see love bites on her breasts and pinch marks on her nipples but there wasn’t any signs of abuse of her body it appeared they had been kind to her body too!

Once dry she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately and told me she loved me. She also told me she always got a very special thrill when she was gangbanged and that she absolutely loved it all. I asked her if she would ever want to be gangbanged again in the future and she amazed me, considering the stress she had just caused me, when she said, “Of course, Darling, I just love it when lots of men fuck me in a gangbang!” I couldn’t believe my ears because I was sure she would say never again – how wrong could I be?

I told her to get dressed and we would go home but she said there might be more men willing to fuck her before we go home and she didn’t want to miss out on any more fun. I was stunned but watched her as she walked naked back into the host’s games room where there were still couples fucking. Sure enough she was soon approached by several men and straight away she was laid down and they began fucking her! I just couldn’t believe my eyes. I watched as she was fucked 5 more times before she got up off the floor where she had been and walked over to me and said she had had enough and was ready to go home. I didn’t really know if I wanted to take her home with me or just walk out on her and finish our marriage. Perhaps if she had gone home with me when I asked after her first bout of gangbanging I might have been able to accept it but to go back for a second helping was just too much. She couldn’t find her clothes anywhere and was wandering around naked looking for something to wear home.

I walked slowly out to our car having decided to let her get home (if she wanted) by any means she could find. I thought she was no longer my wife and probably some of the men who had just fucked her might take her home with them and fuck her some more – I just didn’t care at that moment. By the time I had reached our car and began starting the engine she came running along the road, still naked, asking me to drive her home with me. Somehow I just couldn’t leave her naked in the street so I told her to get in and shut up! During the drive home she never said a word and neither did I.

Once home she again climbed into the shower and washed herself thoroughly before walking naked into our bedroom. I was already in bed and was lying on my side away from her trying to get my head around what had happened tonight! I felt the bed move as she climbed on and soon she was caressing my body trying to get hold of my cock which I tried to keep out of her reach. She was very adept at finding my cock when she wanted to and she succeeded this night as well. She started playing with my cock until it was very hard and she was getting me very excited. She rolled me over on my back and my cock was sticking right up in the air.

She positioned herself right over my cock and with a gentle movement she impaled herself on my cock! I knew I couldn’t resist when I had my cock in her cunt and so I sort of gave in to her right then. She fucked me! Soon she had me on the verge of my orgasm. I can tell you I had an enormous store of cum in my balls after watching my wife getting gangbanged this evening – and as she began to scream she was cumming I shot my huge load deep into her lovely cunt! I knew right then that I had forgiven her and I still loved her as much as before. I felt a bit strange about it all really. I hadn’t known she had been gangbanged so much before we married and therefore it didn’t trouble me but now that she had done it again I was upset. I was also upset that she would almost certainly do it again when the opportunity arose.

Now that I had forgiven her I just held her in my arms and we both dropped off to sleep and didn’t stir until it was time to visit the bathroom next morning. She looked so lovely lying there naked in bed and so I climbed back into bed and hugged her some more. Shortly after that she woke up and after her short visit to the bathroom, we made passionate love again. Being Sunday we stayed in bed and kept on telling each other how much we loved the other.

It wasn’t until I climbed into the car next morning to go to work, feeling very happy that I still loved my wife so much that I saw a whitish stain on the front passenger seat of the car! I looked closely at this stain which was about 9 inches wide wondering what it could be!

Suddenly it dawned on me – this was the last of the cum from all of those men which had run out of her cunt while we were driving home on Saturday night! It was unfortunate this reminded me of what she had done but I didn’t do anything about removing the stain preferring to leave it there perhaps as evidence (and a trophy) of what a slut my wife had been even though I was secretly proud of her! I really do love my wife!

I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl. We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a great marriage — until now. Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different from Susan.

Linda is tall and skinny (not thin — skinny), probably 5’10″ or 5’11″, with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices.

Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man — and it wasn’t just long, it was thick, too. And that’s when all my troubles began! Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times.

I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and her friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda. At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda’s junior, and was almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and blonde — the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to Linda’s house.

There was a note on our bed asking us to join them out at the pool. It was a beautiful night and the pool area was beautifully lit. Linda was on a chaise, her skinny body wrapped in two thin strips of red cloth passing for a bikini. Jason was in long white swim trunks, and the long, thick outline of his soft cock was clearly visible, and not missed by Susan’s blatant stare. We had had drinks before dinner and almost finished three bottles of wine with dinner, and now, Jason was keeping our glasses filled with some sweet, tropical concoction and we were not feeling any pain.

Susan, giggling the whole time, told Linda what we had seen through the fence when we had arrived that afternoon. Linda went on to tell us that the first time Jason screwed her, it had been fast and furious in the dark, and she hadn’t seen how big his cock was until it was all over.

She laughed loudly and said, “I couldn’t believe I had really taken in all that pink meat, but I had, and I wanted it again! They say it ain’t the meat but the motion, little Susie, but don’t believe them!” Then she stood and said that we were all family and didn’t need suits in her pool. She dropped the two pieces of her suit and jumped into the pool. Jason stood close to our chairs and slowly dropped his shorts. Susan was all eyes as Jason hesitated long enough to give her a good look at his merchandise and then he jumped into the pool.

I could hear Susan’s raspy breathing as she looked at me and asked, “Well, Mike, should we?” I didn’t know what to say. Skinny-dipping was something sexy that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the sexual tension obviously growing between Jason and my wife.

Just then, Susan stood up, peeled her modest one-piece bathing suit off, and dove into the water. She was barely wet when Jason swam right over to her and put his arms around her from behind and filled his hands with my wife’s tits! Susan’s hands disappeared below the water and I watched as Jason’s smile got even bigger. “He’s crazy over little Susie’s big tits,” said Linda as she sat down on the chaise with me. “It’s the only thing he’s talked about since you two got here. And if you ask me, she’s crazy for his big cock.” I stared in disbelief as Susan turned to face Jason and kissed him passionately.

“This can’t be happening,” I said. “We’ve never fooled around before.” “Relax, Mike, what’s a harmless little fling? Especially when you’re watching? You’re in Southern California, now. Don’t spoil little Susie’s fun!” That didn’t help matters as I watched Susan and Jason climb out of the pool and lay on a towel. Susan had the head of Jason’s monstrous, erect cock in her mouth, sucking it with all her might, as Jason noisily slurped at my wife’s cunt.

Then I felt a hand on my cock. It was Linda and I was surprised to notice that my dick was as hard as a rock. She bent over and sucked me into her mouth as I continued to watch my wife’s slutty performance. After a few more minutes of sixty-nining, Jason got up and collected cushions off the lawn furniture, which he threw on the deck, and then rolled Susan onto her back on them.

He then knelt right up against my wife’s ass and pulled and hoisted her buttocks up into the air, sliding the cushions around, under her. ….. I knew what was coming next, and as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t. And it wasn’t the so-so blow job that Linda was giving me that held me back. I didn’t want to cause a scene, and, most of all, I was afraid Susan wouldn’t stop if I asked her to.

By now, Susan’s legs were wide-spread and Jason was in position with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife’s obviously wet cunt. Linda looked up from my prick and said, “He measures just over fourteen inches long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent, isn’t it? Don’t worry about little Susie, he’s good at what he does, and I’m betting he can bury it to his balls!” I gasped for my wife, watching Jason slowly work his giant rod into her stretched-open pussy. Susan was moaning and grunting, pounding on Jason’s back with her tiny hands. Steady, steady, Jason kept up his invasion of her tiny cunt. ….. I was waiting for Susan to yell “stop!” or scream in pain, but she didn’t.

Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like Jason had his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it all! They laid still together for a few minutes, then after a few more moments of slow thrusting, Jason began to pound that big dick in and out of my wife’s cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away, until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her. I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to Jason’s onslaught.

Then, his tempo and power increased even more and Susan went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion, scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat. And, then, they started to come. It wasn’t slow or gentle. It was an explosion! Susan came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Jason.

Finally, with a deep grunt, Jason tightened his asscheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife’s cunt. I filled Linda’s mouth with my cum as I watched Jason fill my wife’s pussy with his. They laid together a few moments, catching their breathe, and then Jason began sliding his cock out of Susan’s cunt. “No!” she whimpered. He removed his dick and Susan’s cunt lips slowly closed. I watched a huge wad of Jason’s slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run down between her ass cheeks to the cushions below her. Linda stood over my wife and laughed, “He’s something, isn’t he, little sister?”

“I… I never… ohh…” Susan gasped in a soft voice. “Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will think you’ve died and gone to heaven. How about us girls switch bedrooms for the night? Mike? Is that alright with you?” I wanted to yell “No! Of course it’s not alright!” but I didn’t. Something in Susan’s eyes, the way they were almost pleading with me, stopped me from saying what I wanted to say.

Instead, I nodded a small nod, “Hey! It’s Southern California, right?” “That’s right, Mike,” said Linda, “I don’t have to ask Jason if he wants to switch. The way he’s looking at your big tits, little Susie, I know you’re in for a long night!” And she was. Linda fell asleep soon after I finished fucking her bony frame, but I laid awake in the bed listening to Jason and my wife having the time of their lives. They moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. The only actual words I heard all night was Susan pleading with Jason, “Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Shove it all the way in, you bastard!” It was disgusting, but it was only just beginning.

On Monday, I had to begin my sales calls for the week and Linda had to open her office, and that left Jason and Susan home alone to frolic at the pool, all day, every day. And frolic they did. I would come home to find them fucking or sucking or sleeping by the pool, Susan’s nude body covered with love bite marks and dried cum. On Tuesday, I bent to kiss Susan.

She woke up and smiled at me and said, “Today, Jason fisted me! We’re going to have to try that when we get home!” “Sure,” I said, wondering if Jason was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond recovery. Saturday finally arrived and Susan put clothes on for the first time all week.

As I put our luggage in the trunk and thanked Linda, Susan was in the foyer, her skirt up at her waist and leaning on the stairs, taking Jason’s monster up her cunt one more time for a good-bye fuck. Susan slept all the way home on the plane. Finally home and in bed together, Susan kissed me deeply.

“Thank you for this week, Mike.” “You seemed happy. What was I going to say?” “You could have said `no.’” “Would it have stopped you, Susan?” “I don’t know. I’m just grateful you didn’t say it.” “He was good.” It was a statement. “Mike, I don’t know how to tell you this without hurting you, but this last week was the best sex of my life. I have never been fucked like that before, and now I’m worried I’ll never be fucked like that, again.” “We could try.”

Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew Susan had had several orgasms, but I also knew something else. “It wasn’t the same, was it, Susan?” “Maybe it was just too soon. Or, maybe-” “Or maybe it will never be the same, with me, Susan. You loved his big cock.” A tear squeezed out of her eye and she bit her lip as she nodded a tight, quick nod. “But, I love you, Mike!” “I know, Susan.” The next morning, I awoke with an idea.

“I guess we can invite your sister and Jason in for a visit, Susan.” “Sure, but Linda said she’s never been busier, and never takes any time off.” “Do you have any ideas?” “Well… I’ve been thinking. Maybe there’s a man on this side of the country that would like to fool around.” ….. Maybe you’ve seen Susan’s ad in the free paper’s classifieds. It’s been very successful, and has provided a steady stream of well-endowed men knocking on our door and fucking my wife senseless.

Wanted: A REAL man. Beautiful, petite, young woman is searching for the man with the biggest “club.” Are you that rare man who measures up? Anything less than 10″ by 6″ doesn’t. The applicant MUST pass the minimum entrance requirements, but it’s worth it. BOX FPL0927

Susan keeps very detailed and complete records. She has yet to find a stud to measure up to Jason, but she keeps looking. I keep telling myself that it’s just a phase, it’s just a phase, just a phase…