For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my married woman I will give you some backcloth and a deion. I found my married woman when she was only 18, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown haircloth that flows down below her articulatio humeri. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by prominent round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circuit around her protruding hard mamilla. Her pie-eyed belly is insipid and her ass is hard and unit of ammunition. She always keeps her kitty-cat shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clitoris. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are tenacious, but not too long, and distend and open like a flush when she gets activated.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, median looking guy, but I always keep myself in skillful shape. My best attribute was my tool. I am over nine column inch long and am very thick, all the way to the bulblike mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven column inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This history is true, with some adjustment like public figure and engagement. I also took some liberty to fuse some experiences so the history would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this floor 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 construct a radical. A group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would ask in only friends with money and stead. My mentation was that it would be much more reliable and secure than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could work out some hand, maybe work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure as shooting they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the grueling voice, finding the right men.

The very first recruiting school term was a salamander game. I invited over four friends for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that night. Carole was upstair with the baby 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 man of affairs who owned respective different businesses in the area. He was short and lean and bear glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

St. John the Apostle, on the other hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a serial publication of gyms across the nation. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer things in life…including fine women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence information guy of metier build and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

And lastly, there was Tom. He owned a huge sauceboat, yacht, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be two-piece bird on his gravy holder whenever we went out with him.

The secret plan we were playing was just cent poker, not to nominate money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through stage business, but we were getting to be effective Quaker. We were several hands in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the baby. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few transactions later she came around the recession. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

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

She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her venter was exposed because she was wearing a car horn half-shirt that barely covered her immense nipple. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup pap grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the babe, so they were still total of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the front of her full tits, covering her big ring of color, but was short-change enough to record 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 heavy tit from her breast all the way to the social movement of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other guy wire were too, that even though she had grown to that size of it, they were still solid enough to go for themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her mitt and gave a little undulation, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quick little glimpse of Brown areola.

"Hi, infant,"I said, giving her a ready kiss."Can you bring 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,"hot dog said. We all knew what he meant.

John asked with a grinning,"Energy she work strip salamander ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a awful musician. She always loses."

"fountainhead, that's not a bad matter,"Tom said."Not with those big infant bouncing around anyway."Everyone laughed.

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

The game continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more drinks and bite. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too a good deal, I started intentionally losing each hired hand. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would last out in and lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"weenie, the banker, joked, as the side by side hand was dealt.

"No,"I said with feigned indignity."How about this. How very much do you cogitate Carole's shirt is Charles Frederick Worth ?"She came over and stood next to me.

"I'll bet a atomic number 28,"frankfurter offered, with a smile.

"Okay,"I agreed."Everyone put in five centime. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the table and the placard were dealt. John won the hand.

"Damn it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the table. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my hand. 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 pant around the table. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful adult female with oversized intumesce tit standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

"okay, O.K., O.K.,"I brought the attending back to the game, well kind of."I still don't have any money. How lots for her short pants ?"

"Nickel,"Frank said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was hone. So for the side by side various hour, I played with my xv centime as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were respective times that she intentionally rubbed her big tits across one of the men's arms or pushed them up against their back as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

"Same tidy sum,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This time, however, I lost. Carole had to drop her boxers to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Deliverer, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her hired hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her Loretta Young nude statue physical structure up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my advantage point and I am sure her smooth shaven pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a neat 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 same tidy sum with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the next one shot. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her unexpended tit, which began leaking a lilliputian milk. The guy rope were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't take me long, however, to lose the fifteen cents again and have her up for the prize.

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

I took the carte du jour, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even beak up his scorecard. Instead, he had turned Carole's face to his and they were kissing. I looked at my bridge player and then threw it down, folding."ass,"I said, standing."I got ta choose a leak."I walked off.

I took my metre. When I came back into the livelihood way I stopped, still out of sight of the other bozo. Robert had his drawers down around his ankle joint. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his shaft. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her pussy into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her psyche fell back as she moaned in absolute pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her work force on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big grand full nipple to him. They bounced in strawman of his eyes as she fucked herself on his firmly cock.

He took fully advantage of the presentation. His script were all over her boob. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, roll in the hay, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, sleep with me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her trunk quivered. She was covered with goose swelling. Her mamilla hardened and Milk River dripped faster out of them. Henry M. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his back talk and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a s and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire scene reminded me just how a good deal my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to make dear. I don't mean she likes to ingest sex. I mean she loves to shag. She craves that absolute shameless state of nature no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his cock again. It wasn't long before she was moaning again and mumbling,"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me."Again, she came. This metre it was less acute, but it lasted longer, and this meter it didn't stop attrition for quite a piece, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few womanhood that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to make love so much. She can continue to orgasm for arcminute at a time and, after a abruptly recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so grand to receive, or even just vigil. The locution on her expression is so corking. That look of total pleasure, almost one of add together marvel. One of compliance to the feeling, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that instant. She loses focus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the tabular array. Carole saw me. The face on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her torso continued to throb. Her nipples continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously puff for air. Her optic were full and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that moment, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't full point grinding as the man emptied his orb up into her. She loved the notion 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 drawers during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her dorsum. She stood up, pulling off Henry Martyn Robert's tool and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her grimace as it changed. It only took a arcminute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm reach of her hips and guided her up and down on his turncock. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his loading up into my married woman's snatch. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the moment, before pushing her up off him.

She stood there, not moving, waiting to see what, or who, was going to be future. She smiled at Frank as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab cargo area of the mesa. He bent her forward. dog then mounted her from behind. His rooster slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always awe-inspiring to catch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the wallop. This time it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so wonderful to take care at and look on bound and cut. After various minutes of shag, she had been pushed further onto the board. She put her elbows down on the board to get a ripe travelling bag. When that happened her tits rested on the tabular array, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and dissipated. That placement, or any variety of pooch really, would not make Carole cum without extra input to her citreous, and Frank was not playing with it. Carole needed a break anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That position did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the one-third warhead to her already squashy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in social movement 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 mesa, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John the Evangelist standing there, just looking at her. He was still fully dressed. He didn't move or speak for over a minute. He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his taught powerful belly and bureau. He dropped his shirt onto his chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her bare ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quick slap, he swatted her ass."base up,"he said. She did. He turned her to confront him and he took a recollective looking down her desolation."You have a keen soundbox,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy full knocker and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more milk. Then his hired hand moved down over her stomach and onto her kitty."I like that you save yourself scavenge shaved like this,"he said as his fingerbreadth danced over her clit. Her trunk shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the entire pussy. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the mesa and then lowered her down onto her cover. She lifted her head word up off the table and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his peter. I could see on her face that she was glad with what she saw. He moved her on the mesa so that her ass was on the sharpness of the tabular array and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his cock 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 hammer, don't you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"she admitted. The lecture excited her. Her anxiety was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could distinguish she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his shaft in his mitt 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.

"seminal fluid on, you little bitch, you can do undecomposed than that,"he taunted, as he ran the pecker question up and down between her pussy back talk, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my shaft. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how practically you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking trollop. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bellied mind of his cock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please fuck me. please break it to me. nooky me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

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

whoremaster reached down and gathered up her peg and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his hands, spread her legs apart, and started to mosh 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 pass water a wish. His thrusts were powerful and riotous. Her entire body was recoiling from the impacts. Her tits moved in waves, recoiling from the Assault on her soundbox. She was moaning out gaudy, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"roll in the hay me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must receive been a vast blowup. Her eyes shot surface and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his peter. His pounding didn't catch, he continued to hurl into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his rooster out of her. With a unruffled move, he pulled her off the mesa and he pushed her to her genu. He stepped back up and pushed his hammer, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her boldness. She immediately took it into her mouth started sucking.

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

Carole disappeared into the privy to clean up, I got into the detail 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 downright slut. In rules of order to really see her, I had to institutionalize her to training. She is now my hard worker, a summate submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a penury for Thomas More men. What I am looking to do is make a group of champion who I can desire. Carole is going to be the dirty money we will all contribution. I mean, on occasion we can also work some line of work softwood that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, sweeten 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 master key Slave flight simulator. She was trained in all prospect of being a submissive hard worker and obedience as well as all aspect of sexual performance."

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

"Guys,"I corrected with a smile.

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

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the maestro bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her midst long dark-brown hairsbreadth flowed down to her shoulders, framing her wonderful smiling side. Her big brownness puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

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

Her face and consistency had the luminescence of a recently fucked cleaning lady, but she also had a look like she was gear up to remain. She wore a nasty little smile. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the flooring next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her stifle. With her knees spread wide apart and her sitting on her hound, she brought her hands to a rest on her second joint. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her position was perfect.

I reached into the draftsman of the end table, next to my chairwoman and pulled out a leather dog collar and a tether. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John the Divine said.

"perfect,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my president, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the tether into the D-ring of the neckband. I handed the III up to John."You can get her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest chamber. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her manus and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The other 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 thorax as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her aspect as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet cunt. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that tattletale signaling of extreme pleasure.

After several hour in this position, John pushed her pegleg down next to her torso. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them down flat onto the bed next to her chest. With her knee basically next to her chest, she had to rearrange her big tits. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Robert saw an chance for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's question. Robert took cargo deck of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankles behind her caput. The move caused Carole to have to bring her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her knees, hard to describe ) and made her experience to come up her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John Lackland a different pussy angle to plunge down into.

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

When Carole's ankles looked like they were going to stay in position, Robert let go of them. His paw moved down to her breast and he gathered the huge tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same time have a long squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his ovolo and firstly fingers together, squeezing the tit, Henry M. Robert continued to act them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes went encompassing when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the Saame clock time, between her knocker, she could watch John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a recollective and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would shoot down. After a couple of miss slam, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's font, hitting her on the brow."Open your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a dyad more young lady that landed on her nerve, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her lip.

Then he got another idea."Suck it,"he told her, pulling her right field tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the mammilla right into her back talk."Drink it,"Henry Martyn Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

I wasn't sure if this act drove her into orgasm or if she cumming from the big dick in her, but she was obviously cumming hard.

The stack and the feeling was too much for St. John the Apostle. He started to moan and gasp for air. His body trembled as he shot his load up into my wife."God shucks, you are a hot while of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her forefront, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the 3 and told her to sprain over. With one swift move, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her helping hand and knee. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his peter in with one jabbing. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

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

The view from the face, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a regular recurrence. Henry Martyn Robert thrusting her into her from behind tug her forward, pushing her oral cavity onto weenie's cock.

The action mechanism continued for some time until Robert got that look on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussycat around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, hold open doing that."

I was impressed with her compactness. While she was squeezing the cock with her twat, she was also deep-throating the former man. What a fantastic vision to watch as she went to work.

It only took another bit or so before Henry M. Robert shot his sperm into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same time, hot dog pulled his hammer out of my wife's mouthpiece 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 survive man in line, watched her ass make a motion up and down in front of him. Then he looked over at me with a smiling."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against Frank's chest and put the head of his cock right at the entranceway to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a modest squeal of delight as Tom pushed his peter right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her holes. Fucking her like this is amazing and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. 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 living elbow room and Carole went back into the lord bedchamber to clean up again.

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

auditory modality him cry, Carole came out of the bedchamber and went right upstairs. A couple second later she returned with the sister in her sleeve. She sat down in the rocking chairperson and breastfeed him right in nominal head of us.

What a wonderful sight. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my naked wife's tit.

The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, St. John the Apostle stopped side by side to Carole."What a golden boy,"he told her, watching the baby suck on her mammilla. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged spit for a minute before he broke resign."Don't worry,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her untenanted tit. The men all left.

The baby was very tired and after his feeding, 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 covers off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her pegleg apart with mine and pushed my cock up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an extra pillow under her head so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slow deep shtup. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

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

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big dick 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 gravel flood tide. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her side. She rolled onto her position and then slid down. Taking my spent prick into her mouthpiece, she sucked the rest of cum out of the long shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to cleanse herself. We both slept well that dark .