For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will leave you some background and a deion. I found my married woman when she was only XVIII, working as a writing table. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her breasts are with child, full, and raw with just a pinch of sag. Each breast is tipped by turgid daily round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful rope around her protruding laborious nipple. Her blotto stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her kitty-cat shaved, except for a small region of tomentum above her clit. Her pussy rim are equally amazing. They are foresighted, but not too long, and distend and open like a peak when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always celebrate myself in good bod. My right dimension was my cock. I am over nine column inch long and am very thick, all the way to the bulblike mushroom-like head. What my married woman, and other cleaning woman, 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 plastered holes.

This story is lawful, with some modification like gens and dates. I also took some liberty to meld some experiences so the story would not draw 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 group. A group of like-minded individual that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would receive only friends with money and position. My thinking was that it would be much more reliable and dependable than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could shape 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 gruelling part, finding the powerful men.

The very commencement recruiting academic session was a poker secret plan. I invited over four Quaker for a plot night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that Nox. Carole was on a higher floor with the child as I invited them in. We sat around the mesa, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the older in the gang at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned various different commercial enterprise in the surface area. He was unawares and tenuous and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

Saint John the Apostle, on the other handwriting, was a grandiloquent sinewy man who owned a series of gymnasium across the state. Probably the wealthy of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer things in life…including fine women.

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

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

The secret plan we were playing was just penny poker, not to pee-pee money, but to just own fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good protagonist. We were various hired man in and several beers down when 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 corner. All the guy wire, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a couple months before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and lose the weight. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a duet of pixilated ashen shortstop. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her venter was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge teat. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup titty grow to a very magnanimous size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still broad of milk and still fucking Brobdingnagian. The shirt hung over the front of her full-of-the-moon mammilla, covering her big areola, but was short enough to show 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 breast from her chest all the way to the nominal head of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the former guys were too, that even though she had grown to that sizing, they were still firm enough to hold themselves up like that without a bra.

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

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a spry buss."Can you land 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,"wiener said. We all knew what he meant.

John asked with a grin,"Does she spiel strip poker ?"

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

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

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

The game continued and Carole hovered around the mesa bringing us more boozing and bite. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too much, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would stay in and drop off as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loanword,"Frank, the banker, joked, as the next deal was dealt.

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

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

"OK,"I agreed."Everyone put in five cents. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the table and the carte du jour 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 mitt. 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 marvelous. Such a beautiful woman with oversized swollen nipple standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

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

"nickel,"Frank said again.

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

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in movement of him, he looked her young nude sculpture trunk up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage spot and I am trusted her smooth out shaven pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a great 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 round ?"

The hombre couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the next 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 playing with her. It didn't lead me long, however, to turn a loss the fifteen cent again and have her up for the prize.

Henry M. Robert, the fortunate success, 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 pick up his card. Instead, he had turned Carole's face 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 sentence. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of visual modality of the other guy. Robert had his pants down around his articulatio talocruralis. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his turncock. 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 teacher fell back as she moaned in right-down pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her mitt on his articulatio genus behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big wonderful replete nipple to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full reward of the display. 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, fuck me, fuck me."

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

The entire vista reminded me just how much my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean value she likes to pull in passion. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless gaga no holds barred fuck.

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

Carole is one of those few women that can give birth multiple sexual climax. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to have it away so much. She can go on to orgasm for minutes at a time and, after a brusk convalescence, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wondrous to get, or even just watch. The face on her face is so expectant. That look of total pleasure, almost one of total admiration. One of compliance to the flavour, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to bind anything back when she is in that moment. She loses stress, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

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

Just at that moment, Henry M. Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the mesa knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't occlusive abrasion as the man emptied his balls up into her. She loved the touch 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 pants during the legal action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Robert's dick and persist in rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her binding until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his slopped cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm range of her coxa and guided her up and down on his dick. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his load up into my married woman'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 frank as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab cargo hold of the table. He bent her forward. hotdog then mounted her from butt. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always astound to see. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the impact. This time it was quite a mickle because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so grand to reckon at and catch bounce and vacillation. After several minute of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the tabular array to get a in force hairgrip. When that happened her titty rested on the table, her mamilla rubbed across the table.

By then, weenie was really going at it. He was pounding into her intemperately and fast. That stance, or any kind of doggie really, would not take Carole cum without extra stimulant 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 posture did, however, drive him to the verge. He added the one-third burden to her already squashy slit, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent-grass over in forepart of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't motility after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the tabular array, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw whoremaster 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 bureau. He dropped his shirt onto his chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his paw over her bare ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a warm slap, he swatted her ass."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to front him and he took a long looking at down her nakedness."You have a great body,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big expectant full tits and lifted them up slightly."These are tremendous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drop Sir Thomas More milk. Then his hired hand moved down over her venter and onto her pussy."I like that you retain yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her dead body shuddered slightly from the hint."I like to be able to plainly see the entire cunt. 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 table and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her fount that she was happy with what she saw. He moved her on the mesa so that her ass was on the edge of the table and then he moved up between her branch. 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 shaft, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his rooster in his mitt and rubbed it decently 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 little gripe, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the turncock pass up and down between her pussy lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how very much you want me to fuck you with my hammer. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how a good deal you want me to love you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the protuberant head 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. delight throw it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

"More,"lav said, pushing it boost inside her.

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

toilet reached down and gathered up her ramification and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his hands, spread her stage apart, and started to mosh into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her.

Man, what a hot view to see. He held her ramification up and apart like he was going to progress to a wish. His thrusts were powerful and riotous. Her integral body was recoiling from the impacts. Her bosom moved in wafture, recoiling from the assault on her torso. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible matter, but every now and then you could make out a"fucking me"or"please"or"cock."

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

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a smooth motility, he pulled her off the tabular array and he pushed her to her human knee. He stepped back up and pushed his peter, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her human face. She immediately took it into her mouth started sucking.

He starred down at her in wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his equanimity, he started stroking her hair's-breadth letting her continue to give suck his shrinking cock."That's a just lady friend,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"doodly-squat, that's a hell of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the john to cleanse up, I got into the details with the guys.

"So here is the stack,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an infrangible slattern. In order to really control her, I had to send her to training. She is now my slave, a total slavish. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a pauperization for More men. What I am looking to do is build a group of friends who I can entrust. Carole is going to be the prize we will all ploughshare. 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, edulcorate the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a month with a Master striver flight simulator. She was trained in all aspects of being a subservient striver and respect as well as all prospect of intimate performance."

"A month ? Really ?"dog asked, a footling 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 group you are forming ?"Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the victor can. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely au naturel. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her articulatio humeri, framing her wonderful smiling face. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

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

Her aspect and body had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a look like she was prepare to continue. She wore a nasty small grinning. 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 knee joint. With her knees spread panoptic apart and her sitting on her heel, she brought her hands to a rest on her second joint. She arched her back, pushing her titty out even further. As per her training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the story. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end board, next to my chairperson and pulled out a leather dog pinch and a leash. I wrapped the shoe collar around her beautiful cervix and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"Perfect,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chairwoman, admiring my raw wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the troika up to trick."You can consider her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the client bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the threesome. On her hands 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 various 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 ramification up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her face as he slowly slid his turncock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of extreme pleasure.

After several minutes in this position, John pushed her wooden leg down future to her trunk. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them down directly onto the bed next to her pectus. With her knees basically next to her chest, she had to rearrange her big boob. 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 heading. Robert took delay of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her mortise joint behind her head. The movement caused Carole to make to lend her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her articulatio genus, hard to describe ) and made her let to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a unlike pussy Angle to plunge down into.

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

When Carole's ankle looked like they were going to stay in berth, Henry M. Robert let go of them. His hands moved down to her chest and he gathered the huge tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same clip induce a farsighted squirt of milk to spud out. Squeezing his thumb and get-go digit together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to act them. Milk shot out like fount, sometimes reaching a understructure or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's expression showed the extreme 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 titty, she could watch John the Divine cock in and out of her. The mavin were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the Milk would land. After a couple of missed shots, he arched a fire of Milk River onto Carole's human face, hitting her on the frontal bone."Open your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more girl that landed on her fount, he successfully arched a watercourse perfectly through the air and right hand in her back talk.

Then he got another idea."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her sassing. Carole sucked the mamilla rightfulness into her lip."Drink it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

I wasn't sure if this act drove her into coming or if she cumming from the big tool 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 payload up into my wife."God red cent, you are a hot bit of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Henry M. Robert took keep of Carole's invertebrate foot, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to turn over. With one swift relocation, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her bridge player and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one thrust. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

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

The view from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big sullen tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a cycle. Henry M. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her oral fissure onto Frank's cock.

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

I was move with her concentration. While she was squeezing the dick with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the early man. What a howling sight to watch 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 Sami prison term, weenie pulled his cock out of my married woman's mouth and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his cock. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the in conclusion man in note, 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 Frank's breast and put the nous of his pecker right at the entranceway 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 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 Saame prison term. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the same metre, diving her over the border as well. The three of them came together.

I took the men back out into the keep way and Carole went back into the master bedchamber to scavenge up again.

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

auditory modality him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went right upstairs. A mates minute of arc later she returned with the baby in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in battlefront of us.

What a wonderful spate. 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, Saint John stopped following to Carole."What a favourable boy,"he told her, watching the child 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 concern,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again really soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The babe was very bore 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 legs apart with mine and pushed my cock up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an spear carrier pillow under her head word so she could await down her soundbox. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a tiresome deep roll in the hay. We both watched my big thick turncock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her weaponry under her tits, boxing them in. With each jab, her tits moved. The huge things looked like Jell-O 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."piece of ass me. screwing me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as heavy as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amazing orgasm. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her slope. She rolled onto her side and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her mouth, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the farsighted slam. With her lingua, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that dark .