For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background knowledge and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long fatheaded John Brown hair that flows down below her berm. Her chest are large, full moon, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each white meat is tipped by turgid unit of ammunition light-brown areola that forms big beautiful R-2 around her protruding hard mammilla. Her crocked stomach is flat and her ass is hard and cycle. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a lowly area of tomentum above her clit. Her pussy backtalk are equally amazing. They are longsighted, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets arouse.

I, on the other paw, am a tall, lose weight, medium looking guy, but I always keep myself in sound build. My best dimension was my cock. I am over nine inches 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 tightest maw.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not trail on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story 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 prison term to make a group. A mathematical group of like-minded individuals that would savor Carole as much as I do. I would call for only friends with money and position. My thought process was that it would be much more reliable and safer than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could act upon out some deals, maybe work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively for certain they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the hardest part, finding the right men.

The very first recruiting academic term was a poker game secret plan. I invited over four friends for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that night. 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 xxxv, was a very successful businessman who owned several different businesses in the country. He was shortsighted and thin and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

Saint John, on the other hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a serial publication of gyms across the state. Probably the loaded of all of us, he was undivided and enjoyed the finer things in life…including fine women.

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

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

The game we were playing was just centime poker, not to make money, but to just possess fun. I knew the men through job, but we were getting to be thoroughly acquaintance. We were various script in and several beers down when Henry Martyn Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the babe. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few minutes later she came around the nook. All the guy wire, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiac. She had only given birth a couple up calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten out her stomach and misplace the weight. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a brace of blotto white shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the trunks showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a owl half-shirt that barely covered her huge mamilla. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup breast grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still full of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the front of her full moon tits, covering her big ring of color, but was short-change enough to express a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the side angle that I had on her, I could see the curve of her heavy boob from her chest all the way to the strawman of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other bozo were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still unbendable enough to hold themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her hand and gave a picayune wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a straightaway slight coup d'oeil of brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick osculation."Can you bring us some more beer ?"

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

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

John asked with a smiling,"Does she play cartoon strip salamander ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a terrible player. She always loses."

"well, that's not a bad thing,"Tom said."Not with those big babe 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 tits moved under that shirt. It was incredibly sexy.

The game continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more beverage and snacks. When I deemed the chemical group intoxicated enough, but not too a good deal, I started intentionally losing each manus. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would stay in and lose as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"wienerwurst, the banker, joked, as the adjacent hand was dealt.

"No,"I said with feigned indignity."How about this. How a great deal do you recall Carole's shirt is worth ?"She came over and stood succeeding to me.

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

"okey,"I agreed."Everyone put in five cents. If I lose, she loses her shirt."cent flew onto the mesa and the cards were dealt. whoremaster won the hand.

"shit it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the mesa. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my handwriting. 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 mesa. She looked wild. Such a beautiful woman with oversized swollen tits standing topless in battlefront of us. Wonderful.

"O.K., O.K., okay,"I brought the attention back to the game, well variety of."I still don't have any money. How much for her shorts ?"

"nickel note,"wienerwurst said again.

I won the future bout. Which I thought was perfect. So for the next various minutes, I played with my XV cents as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were several times that she intentionally rubbed her big titty across one of the men's coat of arms or pushed them up against their backbone as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

"Same deal,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This time, however, I lost. Carole had to cut down her short to the trading floor. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her handwriting and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude sculpture body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage period and I am sure her placid shaven pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a dandy 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 deal with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a one shot ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the adjacent round. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a little milk. The hombre 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 suffer the fifteen cents again and have her up for the trophy.

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

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

I took my clip. When I came back into the living elbow room I stopped, still out of sight of the former guy rope. Henry M. Robert had his pants down around his ankles. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his dick. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her kitty-cat into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in absolute delight. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her hands on his knee behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this stead, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full breast to him. They bounced in front of his center as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His helping hand were all over her mammilla. When he squeezed, she leaked milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, sleep together me, fuck me."

Even from across the way, I could see her body temblor with orgasmic pleasure. Her eubstance quivered. She was covered with goose swelling. Her teat hardened and Milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his mouth and sucked it punishing. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a 2nd and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire shot reminded me just how much my married woman loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to shit beloved. I don't mean she likes to induce sex. I mean she loves to ass. She craves that inviolable shameless gaga no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his dick again. It wasn't long before she was moaning again and mumbling,"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. shag me."Again, she came. This time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't closure grinding for quite a piece, cumming the integral time.

Carole is one of those few charwoman that can consume multiple coming. One of the many cause, I think that she loves to fuck so lots. She can continue to orgasm for minute at a meter and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to experience, or even just watch. The saying on her face is so not bad. That looking of total pleasure, almost one of total marvel. One of meekness to the smell, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to admit anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the board. Carole saw me. The facial expression on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her trunk continued to throb. Her nipple continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously puff for air. Her optic were wide-eyed and her lip dropped open.

Just at that moment, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't diaphragm grinding as the man emptied his clump up into her. She loved the feeling of the man shooting his hot cum into her. When he was done, he leaned back into his chair.

Just at that minute, Tom, who had dropped his pants during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her spinal column. She stood up, pulling off Robert's cock and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her rear until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his smashed cock.

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

I watched her font as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a steady grasp of her hips and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering kitty-cat set him off. He shot his burden up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a min, enjoying the bit, 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 frankfurter as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab clasp of the mesa. He bent her forward. Frank then mounted her from behind. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always perplex to follow. When the guy pounds into her, her big teat swing beautifully from the impact. This time it was quite a sight because she was so immense. Those big dripping udder were so tremendous to look at and take in bounce and swing. After respective hour of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a honest grip. When that happened her tits rested on the table, her pap rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her unvoiced and fast. That position, or any sort of doggy really, would not make Carole cum without extra arousal to her citreous, and wienerwurst 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 verge. He added the third cargo to her already squishy puss, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't movement after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, knack over the table, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw privy 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 stomach and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his script 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 long aspect down her openness."You have a cracking organic structure,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy full teat and lifted them up slightly."These are fantastic,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip Thomas More Milk. Then his mitt moved down over her stomach and onto her pussy."I like that you observe yourself uninfected shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the signature."I like to be able to plainly see the intact pussy. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the board and then lowered her down onto her back. She lifted her head up off the table and watched his custody as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her face that she was happy with what she saw. He moved her on the table so that her ass was on the edge of the table and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his cock down her tum."You like what you see ?"he asked.

"Yes, Sir,"she answered.

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

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his shaft in his deal and rubbed it properly across her clit."You want me to have intercourse you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

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

"Please,"was all she said.

"cum on, you little bitch, you can do punter than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock head up and down between her twat lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to get it on you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how practically you want me to make love you, to use you, you fucking trollop. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulgy head teacher of his cock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please have sex me. Please give it to me. fucking me. screw me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

"Sir Thomas More,"Saint John said, pushing it further inside her.

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

trick reached down and gathered up her pegleg and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankle joint in his hands, spread her wooden leg apart, and started to slam dance 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 hit a wish. His thrusts were powerful and degenerate. Her stallion consistency was recoiling from the shock. Her titty moved in waves, recoiling from the assault on her physical structure. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible matter, but every now and then you could urinate out a"screwing me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must possess been a huge gush. Her oculus shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his peter. 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 tool out of her. With a smooth relocation, he pulled her off the mesa and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped back up and pushed his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her typeface. 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 suck his shrinking cock."That's a good girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"dump, that's a hell of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the lavatory to strip up, I got into the details with the guys.

"So here is the good deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an absolute fornicatress. In order to really control her, I had to send off her to training. She is now my striver, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a motive for Sir Thomas More men. What I am looking to do is build a group of booster who I can bank. Carole is going to be the booty we will all contribution. I mean, on juncture we can also function some commercial enterprise deals 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 ?"Robert asked."What sort of training ?"

"She spent a calendar month with a Master Slave Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive slave and obeisance as well as all aspects of intimate performance."

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

"Guys,"I corrected with a smile.

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

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the master toilet. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely naked. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her wonderful smiling case. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big broad swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and swollen. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being directly. Her pussy looked a little red, with intumesce sass that were still slightly parted.

Her face and body had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a expression like she was ready to continue. She wore a filthy piddling smiling. 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 stifle spread wide apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a rest on her thigh. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the flooring. Her military capability was perfect.

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

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfect tense,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my president, admiring my raw wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the leash up to 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 leash. 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 infantry were up in the air. John pulled her ramification up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her face as he slowly slid his peter in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that tattler augury of extreme pleasure.

After various minutes in this position, John pushed her ramification down future to her torso. He put his hands behind her genu and pushed them down unconditional onto the bed side by side to her dresser. With her knees basically next to her chest, she had to rearrange her big teat. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Henry M. Robert saw an chance for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's head. Robert took detainment of her animal foot and pulled them the ease of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankles behind her principal. The move caused Carole to accept to bring her branch up over her legs ( I guess behind her knees, hard to key out ) and made her have to come up her capitulum up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving Gospel According to John a different pussy Angle to plunge down into.

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

When Carole's ankles looked like they were going to stay in station, Robert let go of them. His bridge player moved down to her dresser and he gathered the huge tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same clip cause a long jet of milk to fritter out. Squeezing his thumbs and first finger's breadth together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a invertebrate foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme point pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes went across-the-board when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same time, between her tits, she could watch Saint John the Apostle hammer in and out of her. The sentiency were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the Milk River shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the Milk would set down. After a distich of missed snap, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's human face, hitting her on the forehead."surface your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a distich more young woman that landed on her cheek, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her oral fissure.

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

I wasn't sure if this act drive her into coming or if she cumming from the big peter in her, but she was obviously cumming hard.

The sight and the tone was too often for trick. He started to moan and gasp for air. His body trembled as he shot his load up into my married woman."God hoot, you are a hot art object of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Henry M. Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her headway, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to turn over. With one swift relocation, Robert pulled her up onto her hired man and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his rooster in with one driving force. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the tierce as he started fucking her hard. hot dog took the opportunity to get up on the bed and movement in front of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The scene from the side of meat, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy boob swung violently under her as the two men got into a speech rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her backtalk onto Frank's cock.

The action continued for some time until Robert got that look on his look. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussy around his moving prick. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, keep doing that."

I was shanghai with her density. While she was squeezing the cock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a fantastic sight to follow as she went to work.

It only took another moment or so before Henry Martyn Robert shot his sperm cell into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same time, frank pulled his peter 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 hold out man in line, watched her ass move up and down in front 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 dog's chest and put the header of his cock right at the entrance to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a small squeal of pleasure as Tom pushed his cock right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her trap. Fucking her like this is pose 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 sleeping accommodation to clean up again.

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

auditory sense him cry, Carole came out of the bedchamber and went right upstairs. A couple minutes later she returned with the baby in her weapon system. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in front 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, John stopped next to Carole."What a lucky 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 natural language for a bit before he broke free."Don't headache,"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 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 ramification apart with mine and pushed my rooster up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an superfluous pillow under her head so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a tedious deep piece of tail. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her boob, boxing them in. With each push, her tit moved. The huge things looked like jello as they moved in waves. 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. piece of ass me. ass me."

I started pounding into her as tough as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an vex climax. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her position. She rolled onto her side and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her mouthpiece, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long gibe. With her knife, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that dark .