For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my married woman I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only 18, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown tomentum that flows down below her shoulder. Her white meat are declamatory, full, and instinctive with just a hint of sag. Each chest is tipped by vauntingly round of drinks light-brown areola that forms big beautiful rophy around her protruding hard mamilla. Her soused venter is 2-dimensional and her ass is strong and round of drinks. She always keeps her snatch shaved, except for a minuscule area of whisker above her clit. Her pussy backtalk are equally amazing. They are prospicient, but not too long, and distend and capable like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, lean, mediocre looking guy, but I always save myself in near shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tight holes.

This news report is genuine, with some revision like names and engagement. I also took some impropriety to combine some experiences so the report would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this report has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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right after our son was born, I decided that it was time to build up a group. A group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would ask over only friends with money and situation. My intellection was that it would be much more honest and safer than just free-ranging her. I was for certain we could work out some deals, maybe work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively certainly they would join before the chance was presented. That was the hardest part, finding the right men.

The very first recruiting academic term was a poker game. I invited over four friends for a game nighttime. They all arrived around eight o'clock that nighttime. Carole was upstairs with the sister as I invited them in. We sat around the table, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the oldest in the bunch at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several different businesses in the domain. He was short and thin and endure glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other hand, was a tall powerful man who owned a serial publication of gymnasium across the State. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer thing in life…including fine women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence agency guy of sensitive bod and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

And lastly, there was Tom. He owned a huge boat, yacht, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be bikini doll on his boats whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to induce money, but to just induce fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good friends. We were several hands in and respective beers down when Henry Martyn Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the child. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few minutes later she came around the corner. All the Guy, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiacal. She had only given birth a match calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and lose the weight. Her outfit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a twain of close Theodore Harold White short circuit. Her ass and branch were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her venter was exposed because she was wearing a bird of night half-shirt that barely covered her immense teat. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup boob grow to a very gravid sizing ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still full of Milk River and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the front man of her broad teat, covering her big areola, but was short enough to evidence a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the incline angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her punishing tits from her pectus all the way to the battlefront of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the former guys were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still firm enough to hold themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her paw and gave a little wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quickly little glimpse of brownness areola.

"Hi, infant,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you institute us some more beer ?"

"Sure,"she said with a big smile, turned and walked into the kitchen. We all watched her ass as she left the room.

"Oh, my God,"dog said. We all knew what he meant.

whoremonger asked with a smiling,"Department of Energy she play landing strip poker ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a dreadful instrumentalist. She always loses."

"Well, that's not a bad affair,"Tom said."Not with those big baby bouncing around anyway."Everyone laughed.

Carole came back in the room. We all watched her as she traveled around the board giving everyone a new beer. When she moved, those big tits moved under that shirt. It was incredibly sexy.

The biz continued and Carole hovered around the mesa bringing us more drinking and snack. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too much, I started intentionally losing each manus. If it looked like I had a opportunity to win, I would turn up, otherwise I would stay in and lose as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loanword,"frankfurter, the banker, joked, as the next hand was dealt.

"No,"I said with sham indignity."How about this. How often do you mean Carole's shirt is worth ?"She came over and stood following to me.

"I'll bet a nickel,"Frank offered, with a smile.

"Okay,"I agreed."Everyone put in five centime. If I lose, she loses her shirt."penny flew onto the tabular array and the bill were dealt. John won the hand.

"tinker's dam it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the table. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my manus. She looked around at all the men's faces before looking back at me. Then she slowly, almost seductively, lifted her shirt up and off. There was a collective gasp around the table. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful woman with oversized well up tits standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, O.K.,"I brought the tending back to the game, well kind of."I still don't have any money. How a great deal for her short circuit ?"

"Nickel,"Frank said again.

I won the next cycle. Which I thought was stark. So for the next respective minutes, I played with my fifteen penny as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were respective metre that she intentionally rubbed her big tits across one of the men's arms or pushed them up against their rachis as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

"Same deal,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This fourth dimension, however, I lost. Carole had to drop her shorts to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Henry Martyn Robert told her. He took her script and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude person organic structure up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my advantage breaker point and I am sure her smooth knock off puss looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a groovy sport."

Carole smiled at him and said,"Thank you."

I pulled her back over to me.

"Now what ?"Tom asked.

I paused, looking thoughtful."How about the Lapplander softwood with the succeeder getting her to sit on his lap for a rhythm ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the following cycle. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a little milk. The bozo were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't demand me long, however, to misplace the fifteen penny again and have her up for the trophy.

Henry M. Robert, the fortunate winner, pulled her over to him and she sat down onto his lap.

I took the card game, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even beak up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's grimace to his and they were kissing. I looked at my hand and then threw it down, folding."Fuck,"I said, standing."I got ta take a leak."I walked off.

I took my clip. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of sight of the other guys. Henry Martyn Robert had his pants down around his ankles. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his cock. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her snatch into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in sheer pleasance. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her hands on his knee joint behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this attitude, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full moon tits to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his laborious cock.

He took total advantage of the presentation. His hired hand were all over her tits. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk River. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, nookie, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Even from across the way, I could see her torso quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her consistency quivered. She was covered with twat hump. Her nipples hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his sass and sucked it voiceless. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a secondment and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire scene reminded me just how much my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean value she likes to cook beloved. I don't mean she likes to birth sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless savage no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his pecker again. It wasn't long before she was moaning again and mumbling,"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. screwing me."Again, she came. This time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this fourth dimension it didn't stop grinding for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few cleaning lady that can have multiple coming. One of the many grounds, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can continue to orgasm for instant at a time and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to experience, or even just lookout. The construction on her face is so dandy. That feel of tally delight, almost one of full marvel. One of entry to the feeling, to the joy, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that present moment. She loses focus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the table. Carole saw me. The tone on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her physical structure continued to shudder. Her teat continue to drop. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously gasp for air. Her oculus were wide and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that moment, Henry Martyn Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the board knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't catch grinding as the man emptied his balls up into her. She loved the flavor of the man shooting his hot cum into her. When he was done, he leaned back into his chair.

Just at that moment, Tom, who had dropped his bloomers during the action, grabbed Carole's hip and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Henry Martyn Robert's cock and remain rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her rachis until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his remains cock.

"Oh, God, yes,"Carole moaned as Tom's long hard cock pushed its way up into her wet snatch. Carole immediately started to move up and down on his hanker thick shaft.

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a mo before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm grasp of her hip joint and guided her up and down on his dick. Carole's quivering pussycat set him off. He shot his loading up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a hour, enjoying the bit, before pushing her up off him.

She stood there, not moving, waiting to see what, or who, was going to be next. She smiled at wiener as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab hold of the table. He bent her forward. frankfurter then mounted her from derriere. His tool slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always amazing to find out. When the guy pounds into her, her big titty swing beautifully from the wallop. This clock time it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so terrific to look at and watch out bounce and lilt. After several minute of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the board to get a in effect grip. When that happened her titty rested on the tabular array, her pap rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her intemperately and flying. That spatial relation, or any sort of doggy really, would not make Carole cum without extra stimulation to her citreous, and hot dog was not playing with it. Carole needed a disruption anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That position did, however, drive him to the threshold. He added the 3rd shipment to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in figurehead of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the table, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John standing there, just looking at her. He was still fully dressed. He didn't relocation or speak for over a minute of arc. He slowly pulled off his tee shirt, revealing his taught muscular stomach and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his chairperson and slowly walked over to her.

Running his mitt over her bare ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quick slap, he swatted her ass."stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a recollective feel down her nudity."You have a with child body,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy full tits and lifted them up slightly."These are howling,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more milk. Then his custody moved down over her stomach and onto her snatch."I like that you keep yourself scavenge shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her button. Her body shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able-bodied to plainly see the total snatch. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the table and then lowered her down onto her cover. She lifted her head up off the table and watched his helping hand as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her facial expression that she was glad with what she saw. He moved her on the table so that her ass was on the edge of the tabular array and then he moved up between her wooden leg. He dropped his stopcock down her stomach."You like what you see ?"he asked.

"Yes, Sir,"she answered.

"I knew it when I first saw you. You like the prick, don't you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"she admitted. The talk excited her. Her anxiousness was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could separate she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed it right across her clit."You want me to fuck you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

"Then beg for it,"he said."Beg for my cock."

"Please,"was all she said.

"Come on, you short bitch, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock psyche up and down between her pussy lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to bang you with my stopcock. Say it. Beg for it. narrate me how lots you want me to screw you, to use you, you fucking strumpet. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous read/write head of his turncock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please fuck me. Please give it to me. roll in the hay me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

"More,"John said, pushing it further inside her.

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your cock inside me. I love to screw. Please fuck me. Use me. Fuck me hard."John rammed into her."Ahhhh,"she cried out in joyous surprise.

John reached down and gathered up her legs and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his mitt, spread her legs apart, and started to slam into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her.

Man, what a hot sight to see. He held her legs up and apart like he was going to make a regard. His thrusts were powerful and flying. Her entire body was recoiling from the impacts. Her tits moved in wafture, recoiling from the assault on her trunk. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"nooky me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must get been a Brobdingnagian gush. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his dick. His pounding didn't stop, he continued to thrust into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a quiet motion, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her articulatio genus. He stepped back up and pushed his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her face. She immediately took it into her backtalk started sucking.

He starred down at her in wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his calmness, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to fellate his shrinking turncock."That's a practiced missy,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"diddley, that's a hell of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the bath to clean up, I got into the point with the guys.

"So here is the deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an absolute hussy. In gild to really see to it her, I had to send her to training. She is now my slave, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a pauperism for more men. What I am looking to do is establish a radical of friend who I can rely. Carole is going to be the pillage we will all share. I mean, on function we can also operate some business raft that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, edulcorate the deal."I smiled.

"You said you sent her to training ?"Henry M. Robert asked."What kind of grooming ?"

"She spent a month with a victor slave trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive striver and obedience as well as all face of sexual performance."

"A month ? Really ?"Frank asked, a little traumatize."Wow, so you sent her to be fucked for a calendar month by some guy ?"

"cat,"I corrected with a smile.

"So you are asking if we want to be in the group you are forming ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the master bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely naked. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her shoulder joint, framing her wonderful grinning face. Her big brownish puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big wide-cut swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipple were red and swollen. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant condition, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a little red, with puff up lips that were still slightly parted.

Her face and body had the gleaming of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a flavour like she was ready to carry on. She wore a nasty little grin. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knees. With her knees spread widely apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a relaxation on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her knocker out even further. As per her preparation, she kept her heading up, but looked down at the floor. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end table, succeeding to my hot seat and pulled out a leather dog collar and a leash. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck opening and buckled it.

"Very nice,"Saint John said.

"Perfect,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the III up to King John."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the ternary. On her hands and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The former three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several more beers. When I got in the bedroom, I handed out the beers to the three men watching. Carole was on her back on the bed. Her feet were up in the air. John pulled her legs up against his dresser as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her facial expression as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that blabbermouth sign of extreme pleasure.

After several minutes in this position, John pushed her stage down next to her body. He put his custody behind her knees and pushed them down flat onto the bed succeeding to her chest. With her knee joint basically adjacent to her chest, she had to rearrange her big boob. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Henry M. Robert saw an opportunity for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's head. Henry Martyn Robert took hold of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in one-half. Robert crossed her ankle joint behind her foreland. The move caused Carole to have to make for her weapon system up over her legs ( I guess behind her human knee, hard to draw ) and made her give birth to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a different slit angle to plunge down into.

She was now looking directly down her body and at the man's cock that was fucking in and out of her.

When Carole's mortise joint looked like they were going to stay in plaza, Henry Martyn Robert let go of them. His deal moved down to her pectus and he gathered the vast tits up into his hand. Bringing them together and squeezing at the Saame sentence cause a farsighted squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and maiden fingers together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to cultivate them. Milk shot out like fountain, sometimes reaching a metrical unit or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's brass showed the extremum pleasure she was experiencing. Her heart went spacious when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the like meter, between her tits, she could watch John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too a good deal for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Henry Martyn Robert started aiming where the milk would put down. After a couple of missed shots, he arched a blast of Milk River onto Carole's aspect, hitting her on the forehead."Open your rima oris,"he instructed Carole. After a pair more misses that landed on her face, he successfully arched a watercourse perfectly through the air and right field in her mouth.

Then he got another idea."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the nipple right into her mouth."drinking it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

I wasn't sure if this act repel her into climax or if she cumming from the big hammer in her, but she was obviously cumming hard.

The sight and the feeling was too often for John. He started to moan and pant for air. His body trembled as he shot his load up into my wife."God red cent, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the threesome and told her to change state over. With one Swift move, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knee joint. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his hammer in with one thrust. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the tether as he started fucking her hard. Frank took the opportunity to get up on the bed and move in front of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The view from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big labored titty swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind labor her forward, pushing her mouth onto Frank's cock.

The action continued for some clock time until Robert got that flavour on his typeface. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussy around his moving stopcock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, hold back doing that."

I was ingrain with her engrossment. While she was squeezing the cock with her cunt, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a fantastic sight to watch as she went to work.

It only took another minute or so before Henry Martyn Robert shot his spermatozoan into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same clip, weenie pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his cock. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the stopping point man in line, watched her ass move up and down in social movement of him. Then he looked over at me with a smile."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against wiener's chest and put the head of his putz rightfulness at the entrance to her crumple ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a little squeal of delight as Tom pushed his prick right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her holes. Fucking her like this is beat and it wasn't long before both men reached climax. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the Same time. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the same time, diving her over the edge as well. The three of them came together.

I took the men back out into the life room and Carole went back into the master sleeping accommodation to clean house up again.

As soon as we were in the living room, all four of them told me they wanted in the group. We all shook hands. I guess we were too loud, because we woke the baby.

Hearing him cry, Carole came out of the chamber and went aright upstairs. A distich minute later she returned with the infant in her arms. She sat down in the rocking president and breastfeed him right in movement of us.

What a wonderful stack. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my naked married woman's tit.

The men all got dressed and got ready to exit. On the way out, John stopped next to Carole."What a prosperous boy,"he told her, watching the baby suction on her mamilla. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke relieve."Don't concern,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The baby was very tired and after his alimentation, he went right back to sleep.

I was in bed when she returned from upstairs. She climbed into bed with me. We kissed."Did I do okay ?"she asked me.

I smiled,"Yeah, you did okay."I kissed her again. Then I pushed the cover version off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her legs apart with mine and pushed my hammer up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an extra pillow under her capitulum so she could look down her eubstance. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slowly thick fuck. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her tits moved. The huge matter looked the like jello as they moved in moving ridge. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big peter was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."Fuck me. fuck me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as hard as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an mystify climax. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her side. She rolled onto her side and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her lip, she sucked the residue of cum out of the yearn spear. With her clapper, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that night .