For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some scope 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 midst brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her tit are large, total, and natural with just a breath of sag. Each breast is tipped by large cycle light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding severely nipple. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is toilsome and troll. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of haircloth above her button. Her pussy sass are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and spread like a flower when she gets excited.

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

This story is dead on target, with some adjustment like name calling and date. 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 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 clock time to build a grouping. A chemical group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would take in only friends with money and position. My sentiment was that it would be much more authentic and safe than just free-ranging her. I was certainly we could exercise out some deals, maybe work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the hardest voice, finding the justly men.

The very first recruiting academic term was a poker biz. I invited over four friends for a game dark. 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 quondam in the bunch at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several dissimilar businesses in the field. He was short and melt off and fall apart glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

whoremaster, on the other hand, was a tall hefty man who owned a serial publication of gym across the DoS. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was unmarried and enjoyed the finer things in life…including fine women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence 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 Brobdingnagian boat, yacht, dealership 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 plot we were playing was just penny salamander, not to make money, but to just take fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be serious friends. We were several hands in and several beers down when Henry M. 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 recession. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a dyad calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and drop off the weightiness. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a distich of tight White person shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the short showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge tits. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup bosom grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still broad of milk and still fucking vast. The shirt hung over the front of her full tits, covering her big ring of color, but was short enough to record a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the English angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her heavy tits from her chest all the way to the battlefront 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 firm enough to confine themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her hand and gave a trivial wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a straightaway little glance of brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a straightaway kiss."Can you play 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,"Frank said. We all knew what he meant.

Gospel According to John asked with a grin,"Energy Department she flirt striptease poker ?"

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

"well, that's not a bad thing,"Tom said."Not with those big babies 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 drinks and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too practically, I started intentionally losing each bridge player. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would shut down, otherwise I would continue in and lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

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

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

"OK,"I agreed."Everyone put in five centime. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the table and the visiting card 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 hired man. 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 board. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful cleaning woman with oversize swollen teat standing topless in front end of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okey, okey,"I brought the attention back to the game, well kind of."I still don't have any money. How a great deal for her shorts ?"

"atomic number 28,"Frank said again.

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

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her paw and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point in time and I am sure her smooth shaven kitty 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 thoughtful."How about the same pot with the victor getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

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

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

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

I took my time. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of sight of the other hombre. Henry M. Robert had his pants down around his mortise joint. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his rooster. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her pussy into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in absolute pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her paw on his genu behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this status, she was basically presenting her big wonderful total nipple to him. They bounced in presence of his eyes as she fucked herself on his punishing cock.

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

Even from across the way, I could see her body earthquake with orgasmic pleasure. Her organic structure quivered. She was covered with goose bumps. Her pap hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her tit up to his mouth and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a second and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire scene reminded me just how much my wife loves to be intimate. I don't mean she likes to make love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that infrangible shameless natural state 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. nooky me."Again, she came. This time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't stop attrition for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few cleaning lady that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many reasonableness, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can keep to orgasm for bit at a clock time and, after a short retrieval, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to experience, or even just watch. The facial expression on her face is so great. That look of total pleasure, almost one of total curiosity. One of submission to the feeling, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely ineffectual to concur anything back when she is in that instant. She loses centering, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

I decided to take the air back to the tabular array. Carole saw me. The look on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her soundbox continued to shudder. Her mammilla continue to drop. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously heave for air. Her eye were wide-cut and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that mo, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the tabular array knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't stop grinding as the man emptied his balls 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 instant, Tom, who had dropped his pant during the military action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her rachis. She stood up, pulling off Robert's dick and go on rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her rear until she had straddled his wooden leg and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a business firm grasp of her rosehip and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering pussycat set him off. He shot his burden up into my wife's cunt. 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 next. She smiled at wiener as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab postponement of the table. He bent her forward. Frank then mounted her from behind. His rooster slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always amazing to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the impingement. This time it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping bag were so wonderful to calculate at and watch bound and swing music. After several transactions of piece of ass, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a adept grip. When that happened her tit rested on the table, her pap rubbed across the table.

By then, wiener was really going at it. He was pounding into her intemperate and profligate. That position, or any kind of barker really, would not make Carole cum without extra foreplay 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 verge. He added the tertiary load to her already spongy puss, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to take in his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent-grass over the table, legs bedspread, 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 mesomorphic stomach and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her marginal ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a warm smacking, he swatted her ass."base up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a recollective face down her nakedness."You have a great dead body,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big grievous full tits and lifted them up slightly."These are howling,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more than milk. Then his hands moved down over her stomach and onto her kitty-cat."I like that you observe yourself strip shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her clitoris. Her organic structure shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the total pussy. 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 head up off the mesa and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his rooster. 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 hammer 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 talk excited her. Her disquiet was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could separate she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it powerful across her button."You want me to jazz 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 picayune squawk, you can do intimately than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock head up and down between her snatch lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how a lot you want me to make out you with my pecker. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to bang you, to use you, you fucking strumpet. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous promontory of his putz into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight fuck me. Please afford it to me. shtup me. shtup me knockout. Use me. Please. Please."

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your cock inside me. I love to make love. 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 ankle in his hands, spread her legs apart, and started to bang into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her.

Man, what a hot sight to see. He held her peg up and apart like he was going to make a wish. His poke were powerful and fast. Her entire consistence was recoiling from the shock. Her tits moved in moving ridge, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out loud, mumbling opaque things, but every now and then you could make out a"screw me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must receive been a vast gush. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his cock. His pounding didn't point, 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 smooth out move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped gage up and fight his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her face. She immediately took it into her mouth started sucking.

He starred down at her in admiration, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his equanimity, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to wet-nurse his shrinking rooster."That's a good missy,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"shucks, that's a hellhole of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, I got into the details 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 rank fornicatress. In order to really control her, I had to transmit her to training. She is now my hard worker, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a want for more men. What I am looking to do is establish a mathematical group of supporter who I can intrust. Carole is going to be the pillage we will all plowshare. I mean, on occasion we can also work some business 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 form of training ?"

"She spent a month with a superior striver Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive slave and obedience as well as all aspects of intimate performance."

"A calendar month ? Really ?"hotdog 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 group you are forming ?"Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

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

Her big total swollen mamilla stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her pap were red and swollen. Her belly, while still not back to pre-pregnant SHAPE, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a little red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her nerve and body had the freshness of a recently fucked charwoman, but she also had a look like she was cook to bear on. She wore a foul piffling smiling. Beautiful.

From my death chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the trading floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knee joint. With her knee joint spread full apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a rest on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her teat out even further. As per her breeding, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her posture was perfect.

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

"Very nice,"Gospel According to John said.

"perfective,"Robert agreed.

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

The early three men followed them in. I got up and went to get respective more beers. When I got in the sleeping accommodation, I handed out the beers to the three men watching. Carole was on her back on the bed. Her animal foot 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 pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that talebearer sign of utmost pleasure.

After several min in this position, whoremaster pushed her legs down side by side to her torso. He put his handwriting behind her knees and pushed them down monotone onto the bed next to her chest of drawers. With her knees basically next to her thorax, she had to rearrange her big tits. 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 head word. Robert took hold of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankles behind her read/write head. The move caused Carole to consume to wreak her sleeve up over her leg ( I guess behind her knees, hard to describe ) and made her accept to rustle her question up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a unlike pussy angle to soak up 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 ankle looked like they were going to detain in position, Robert let go of them. His custody moved down to her chest of drawers and he gathered the Brobdingnagian tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same clip cause a farseeing squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and start fingers together, squeezing the tit, Robert continued to work them. milk shot out like spring, sometimes reaching a foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extremum pleasure she was experiencing. Her heart went all-inclusive when she saw Milk River shoot up into the air. At the same clock time, between her titty, she could watch John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and illustration orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Henry Martyn Robert started aiming where the Milk River would bring. After a span of missed dig, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's expression, hitting her on the frontal bone."open air your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a duet more misses that landed on her face, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another musical theme."suck it,"he told her, pulling her right hand tit up to her oral fissure. Carole sucked the nipple right into her mouth."swallow it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The sight and the feeling was too much for John. He started to moan and gasp for air. His body trembled as he shot his lading up into my married woman."God darn, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Henry M. Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took clutches of the terzetto and told her to grow over. With one Swift move, Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knee. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one push. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Henry Martyn Robert pulled back on the leash as he started fucking her hard. hotdog took the opportunity to get up on the bed and move in strawman of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The prospect from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy breast swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her mouth onto frankfurter's cock.

The action mechanism continued for some clip until Robert got that feel on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussy around his moving dick. 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 early man. What a marvelous survey to follow as she went to work.

It only took another minute or so before Robert shot his sperm into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same sentence, Frank 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 hammer. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the last man in line, watched her ass act 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 Frank's chest and put the head of his cock right at the entree 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 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 sentence, diving her over the border as well. The three of them came together.

I took the men back out into the support way and Carole went back into the master sleeping accommodation to scavenge up again.

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

auditory sense him cry, Carole came out of the sleeping room and went good upstairs. A couple mo later she returned with the sister in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in presence of us.

What a wonderful mint. 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 following to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the babe suck on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute 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 child 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 screen off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her pegleg apart with mine and pushed my prick up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an additional pillow under her head teacher so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slow deep fucking. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her implements of war under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her bosom moved. The huge things looked alike jello as they moved in waves. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big hawkshaw was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."piece of ass me. nooky me. screwing me."

I started pounding into her as hard as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amazing culmination. 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 dick into her sass, she sucked the residue of cum out of the long shaft. With her lingua, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to houseclean herself. We both slept well that night .