For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will break you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only XVIII, working as a secretarial assistant. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long compact brown fuzz that flows down below her shoulders. Her boob are expectant, full, and lifelike with just a suggestion of sag. Each breast is tipped by boastfully round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful roofy around her protruding operose nipples. Her tight stomach is savourless and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a pocket-sized area of hair above her button. Her slit mouth are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a prime when she gets excited.

I, on the former hand, am a tall, thin out, average looking guy, but I always go along myself in beneficial shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very loggerheaded, all the way to the bulgy mushroom-like head. What my wife, and early cleaning woman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes lenient. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the plastered holes.

This storey is true, with some modification like names and dates. I also took some autonomy to combine some experiences so the story would not drag 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 time to build a mathematical group. A group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would receive only friends with money and position. My thought was that it would be much more reliable and secure than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could figure out out some deals, maybe oeuvre in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively certainly they would link up before the opportunity was presented. That was the strong piece, finding the right-hand men.

The very first recruiting session was a poker game. I invited over four acquaintance for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that night. Carole was up the stairs with the sister as I invited them in. We sat around the table, drank and chatted.

Henry Martyn Robert, who was the oldest in the cluster at thirty-five, was a very successful man of affairs who owned several different business organization in the area. He was short and thin and assume glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

trick, on the other manus, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gyms across the state. Probably the wealthy of all of us, he was undivided and enjoyed the finer matter in life…including fine women.

dog was a banker. A very intelligence guy of medium flesh and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

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

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to make money, but to just birth fun. I knew the men through line, but we were getting to be good admirer. We were various hands in and several beers down when Henry M. Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful married woman ?"

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

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiacal. She had only given birth a pair off months before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and recede the free weight. Her outfit highlighted her winner.

She was wearing a dyad of rigorous Edward White drawers. Her ass and wooden leg were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her immense tits. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the infant, so they were still full of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the front of her full boob, covering her big ring of color, but was shortstop enough to show a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the position angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her dense tits from her chest all the way to the social movement of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other guys were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still unwaveringly enough to hold themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her bridge player and gave a little wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quick niggling glance of brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick candy kiss."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 grin,"DOE she play comic strip poker ?"

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

"wellspring, 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 titmouse moved under that shirt. It was incredibly sexy.

The game continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more boozing and snack. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too lots, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a prospect to win, I would fold, otherwise I would quell in and lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"frank, the banker, joked, as the next paw was dealt.

"No,"I said with simulate indignity."How about this. How much do you think Carole's shirt is worth ?"She came over and stood next to me.

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

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

"Damn it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the mesa. 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 gasp around the table. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful woman with oversize swell pap standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

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

"Nickel,"hotdog said again.

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

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her manus and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in figurehead of him, he looked her young nude person body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am certain her smooth shaven pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a expectant sport."

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

I pulled her back over to me.

"Now what ?"Tom asked.

I paused, looking paying attention."How about the same deal with the succeeder getting her to sit on his lap for a cycle ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the future round. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a little milk. The guys were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy performing with her. It didn't take me long, however, to lose the XV penny again and have her up for the prize.

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

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

I took my sentence. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of sight of the other guys. Robert had his pants down around his ankle. 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 snatch into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in infrangible pleasance. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her custody on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full-of-the-moon mammilla to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his difficult cock.

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

Even from across the room, I could see her soundbox seism with orgasmic pleasance. Her dead body quivered. She was covered with goose bumps. Her nipples hardened and Milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his mouth and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a irregular and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire fit reminded me just how much my married woman loves to fuck. I don't mean value she likes to get to erotic love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless wild no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his turncock 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 time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't check grinding for quite a piece, cumming the total time.

Carole is one of those few women that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many grounds, I think that she loves to have intercourse so much. She can go forward to orgasm for minutes at a time and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to live, or even just watch. The formula on her font is so great. That look of total pleasure, almost one of add up wonder. One of entry to the feeling, to the pleasance, to the sex. She is completely unable to adjudge anything back when she is in that moment. She loses direction, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her fount was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her body continued to shudder. Her nipples continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously pant for air. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open.

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

Just at that bit, Tom, who had dropped his pants during the action, grabbed Carole's hip joint and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Robert's prick and stay rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her backrest until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her brass as it changed. It only took a arcminute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm clutches of her rosehip and guided her up and down on his stopcock. Carole's quivering pussycat set him off. He shot his load up into my wife's pussy. 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 following. She smiled at wiener as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab keep of the mesa. He bent her forward. Frank then mounted her from tush. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always gravel to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the wallop. This prison term it was quite a peck because she was so huge. Those big dripping bag were so wonderful to seem at and look on leaping and swinging. After respective minutes of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the tabular array. She put her elbows down on the mesa to get a better 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 hard and fast. That position, or any kind of pooch really, would not make Carole cum without extra arousal to her citreous, and hotdog 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 third load to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still hang over in social movement of him. He gasped for air, trying to enchant his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after hotdog pulled out of her. She just stood there, hang 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 move or speak for over a minute. He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his taught muscular belly and chest of drawers. He dropped his shirt onto his chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his helping hand 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 front him and he took a hanker look down her bleakness."You have a great eubstance,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big clayey total bosom and lifted them up slightly."These are tremendous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drop more milk. Then his hands moved down over her stomach and onto her pussy."I like that you keep yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the entire slit. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the table and then lowered her down onto her back. She lifted her drumhead up off the tabular array and watched his handwriting as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her facial expression 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 pegleg. 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 cock, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his cock 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 piffling bitch, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the rooster head up and down between her pussycat lips, but didn't penetrate her."William Tell me how practically you want me to do it you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to know you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulging head of his cock into her for just a second gear and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight do it me. Please pay it to me. piece of ass me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your rooster 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.

St. John reached down and gathered up her legs and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his manus, spread her legs apart, and started to thrash 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 compliments. His knife thrust were powerful and fast. Her entire body was recoiling from the encroachment. Her tits moved in wave, recoiling from the violation on her body. She was moaning out brassy, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must take in been a huge gush. Her optic shot receptive and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to eject out around his putz. 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 stopcock out of her. With a smooth move, he pulled her off the mesa and he pushed her to her knee. He stepped back up up and pushed his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her fount. She immediately took it into her lip started sucking.

He starred down at her in wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his calm, he started stroking her hair's-breadth letting her continue to suck his shrinking pecker."That's a adept girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a pit of a strumpet wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the bathroom to make clean up, I got into the item with the guys.

"So here is the deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The fille is an absolute slattern. In lodge to really moderate her, I had to transport her to training. She is now my slave, a add up submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a need for more men. What I am looking to do is build a group of friends who I can intrust. Carole is going to be the prize we will all parcel. I mean, on social function we can also work some occupation deals that would be mutually beneficial to each company and I will use Carole to say, dulcorate the deal."I smiled.

"You said you sent her to training ?"Robert asked."What sort of training ?"

"She spent a month with a captain hard worker Trainer. She was trained in all facial expression of being a submissive slave and obedience as well as all face of sexual performance."

"A calendar month ? Really ?"Frank asked, a slight ball over."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 grouping you are forming ?"Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the master bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her thick long Robert Brown hair flowed down to her berm, framing her wonderful beamish font. Her big embrown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

Her big full swollen mamilla stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her mammilla were red and egotistic. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant conformation, was tight and almost back to being mat. Her pussy looked a small red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her fount and body had the glow of a recently fucked adult female, but she also had a look like she was ready to continue. She wore a awful slight 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 human knee spread wide apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a rest on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her titmouse out even further. As per her grooming, she kept her head up, but looked down at the storey. Her stance was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end tabular array, next to my chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a trinity. I wrapped the taking into custody around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfect,"Henry Martyn Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chairperson, admiring my bare wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the pinch. I handed the leash up to John."You can assume her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her mitt 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 respective more than 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 chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her face as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet slit. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of the zodiac of utmost pleasure.

After several minutes in this position, John pushed her stage down next to her body. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them down directly onto the bed next to her thorax. With her genu basically succeeding to her chest, she had to rearrange her big breast. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Robert saw an opportunity for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's drumhead. Robert took hold of her human foot and pulled them the ease of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankles behind her head. The movement caused Carole to have to bring her arms up over her branch ( I guess behind her stifle, hard to account ) and made her give birth to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a unlike kitty-cat angle to plunge down into.

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

When Carole's ankles looked like they were going to stay in place, Robert let go of them. His script moved down to her thorax and he gathered the Brobdingnagian tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same time make a long squirt of milk to dash out. Squeezing his thumbs and initiative finger's breadth together, squeezing the tit, Robert continued to knead them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a pes or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's side showed the extreme delight she was experiencing. Her eyes went wide when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same meter, between her tits, she could watch John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and case orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Henry Martyn Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a couple of miss injection, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's cheek, hitting her on the forehead."open air your sass,"he instructed Carole. After a duo more misses that landed on her facial expression, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her caput, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took storage area of the leash and told her to turn over. With one swift relocation, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her workforce and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his prick in with one thrust. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the triad 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 turncock into her mouth.

The view from the English, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy teat swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Henry Martyn Robert thrusting her into her from behind labour her forward, pushing her back talk onto hotdog's cock.

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

I was impressed with her concentration. While she was squeezing the turncock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a fantastic vision to watch as she went to work.

It only took another arcminute or so before Henry Martyn Robert shot his sperm cell into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the Lapplander fourth dimension, dog pulled his cock out of my married woman's sass and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his tool. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the survive man in line, watched her ass propel up and down in presence 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 dresser and put the top dog of his dick right at the entrance to her crumple ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a modest squeal of joy as Tom pushed his prick right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her trap. Fucking her like this is amazing and it wasn't long before both men reached sexual climax. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the Lapp time. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the Lapp sentence, diving her over the boundary 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 sea captain bedroom to clean up again.

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

Hearing him cry, Carole came out of the sleeping accommodation and went right upstairs. A distich proceedings later she returned with the sister in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in front of us.

What a wonderful survey. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my au naturel married woman's tit.

The men all got dressed and got ready to allow for. On the way out, John stopped following to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the sister sucking on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a moment before he broke free."Don't worry,"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 cover off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her peg apart with mine and pushed my tool up into her still wet used kitty. I pushed an extra pillow under her top dog so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slow recondite fuck. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her limb under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her tits moved. The immense thing looked alike Jell-O as they moved in waves. 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."shtup me. shtup me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as grueling as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amaze 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 sassing, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the hanker shaft. With her clapper, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that night .