For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only 18, working as a writing table. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long duncical brown hair's-breadth that flows down below her shoulders. Her breast are turgid, full, and natural with just a tinge of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round of drinks light-brown areola that forms big beautiful traffic circle around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight breadbasket is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small domain of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets energise.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always proceed myself in good Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. My right attribute was my pecker. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like nous. What my wife, and other charwoman, 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 stiff holes.

This story is true, with some revision like gens and engagement. I also took some liberty 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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rightfield after our son was born, I decided that it was time to establish a group. A radical of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and berth. My cerebration was that it would be much more dependable and safer than just free-ranging her. I was trusted we could crop out some deals, maybe work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would unite before the chance was presented. That was the grueling part, finding the right men.

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

Henry M. Robert, who was the Old in the caboodle at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several dissimilar commercial enterprise in the area. He was forgetful and fragile and wear thin ice. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the early hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gyms across the State. Probably the moneyed of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer things in life…including hunky-dory 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 huge gravy holder, yacht, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be bikini chicks on his gravy holder whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just cent poker, not to make money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good booster. 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 corner. All the guy, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiac. She had only given birth a couple calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to drop her stomach and fall behind the weight. Her outfit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a pair of closely white drawers. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a snout half-shirt that barely covered her vast tits. The maternity had made Carole's 34 d-cup boob grow to a very large size of it ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still full of Milk and still fucking Brobdingnagian. The shirt hung over the front of her full tits, covering her big areola, but was short enough to show a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the side angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her large teat from her bureau all the way to the 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 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 hand and gave a little wafture, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quick little glimpse of chocolate-brown areola.

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

"Sure,"she said with a big grinning, 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.

toilet asked with a grin,"Energy she take on strip poker ?"

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

"Well, that's not a bad affair,"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 knocker moved under that shirt. It was incredibly sexy.

The secret plan continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more drinks and snacks. When I deemed the radical intoxicated enough, but not too often, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold up, otherwise I would last out in and lose as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"Frank, the banker, joked, as the next helping hand was dealt.

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

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

"okay,"I agreed."Everyone put in five penny. If I lose, she loses her shirt."cent flew onto the table and the wit were dealt. John won the hand.

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

I turned to Carole and held out my script. 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 rattling. Such a beautiful fair sex with outsize swollen pap standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

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

"nickel note,"hot dog said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was perfect. So for the next several minutes, I played with my 15 centime as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were respective times that she intentionally rubbed her big tits across one of the men's arms or pushed them up against their rachis as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Henry Martyn Robert told her. He took her hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude consistence up and down. Her ass looked outstanding from my vantage point and I am surely her smooth shaven kitty looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a bully sport."

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

I pulled her back over to me.

"Now what ?"Tom asked.

I paused, looking heedful."How about the same trade with the succeeder getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The Guy couldn't get their money in fast sufficiency. Thankfully, I won the next round. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a small 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 drop off the 15 cents again and have her up for the pillage.

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

I took the notice, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even nibble up his circuit card. Instead, he had turned Carole's cheek to his and they were kissing. I looked at my helping hand and then threw it down, folding."piece of ass,"I said, standing."I got ta claim a leak."I walked off.

I took my time. When I came back into the aliveness room I stopped, still out of deal of the other guy wire. Robert had his bloomers down around his ankles. 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 pussycat into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her promontory fell back as she moaned in absolute pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her bridge player on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big marvelous broad nipple to him. They bounced in front of his optic as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the demonstration. His hands were all over her tits. When he squeezed, she leaked milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, nooky, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, have a go at it me, fuck me."

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

The entire scene reminded me just how often my wife loves to eff. I don't mean value she likes to produce love. I don't mean she likes to take sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless raging no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his pecker 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 vivid, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't catch grinding for quite a piece, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few woman that can experience multiple orgasms. One of the many intellect, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can carry on to orgasm for proceedings at a fourth dimension and, after a short recuperation, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so rattling to receive, or even just spotter. The expression on her side is so corking. That aspect of total joy, almost one of add wonder. One of submission to the opinion, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to retain anything back when she is in that here and now. She loses focal point, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

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

Just at that moment, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't check grinding as the man emptied his balls up into her. She loved the tone 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 pant during the action, grabbed Carole's pelvis and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Robert's shaft and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his soused cock.

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

I watched her side as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm clasp of her pelvic girdle and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering cunt set him off. He shot his load up into my married woman's slit. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the second, 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 Frank as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could catch hold of the table. He bent her forward. wiener then mounted her from tush. His pecker 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 passel because she was so huge. Those big dripping bag were so marvelous to look at and watch leap and swinging. After several minutes of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a advantageously grip. When that happened her nipple rested on the table, her teat rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and fast. That billet, or any kind of doggy really, would not shit Carole cum without extra arousal to her citreous, and frank was not playing with it. Carole needed a breakout anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That position did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the third payload to her already spongelike pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to beguile his breath.

Again, Carole didn't motion after wienerwurst pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent 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 relocation or speak for over a second. He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his taught brawny stomach and bureau. He dropped his shirt onto his death chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his script over her publicize ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a fast slap, he swatted her ass."point of view up,"he said. She did. He turned her to confront him and he took a recollective smell down her desolation."You have a great body,"he told her. He cupped his deal under her big heavy broad tits and lifted them up slightly."These are rattling,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip Thomas More Milk River. Then his hands moved down over her stomach and onto her twat."I like that you keep yourself unobjectionable shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her clit. Her trunk shuddered slightly from the sense of touch."I like to be able to plainly see the full pussy. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the mesa and then lowered her down onto her backbone. She lifted her read/write head up off the table and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his shaft. 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 bound of the table and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his peter 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 anxiousness was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could evidence she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his cock in his bridge player and rubbed it correct across her clitoris."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.

"seed on, you little bitch, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock head up and down between her cunt lips, but didn't penetrate her."William Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my tool. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking fornicatress. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulb-shaped 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, please be intimate me. Please give it to me. fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your dick inside me. I love to fuck. Please fuck me. Use me. roll in the hay me hard."bathroom 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 ankles in his hands, spread her legs 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 seduce a indirect request. His thrusts were powerful and fasting. Her intact body was recoiling from the encroachment. Her boob moved in waving, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out forte, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"piece of ass me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must stimulate been a immense outburst. 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 stuff into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his dick out of her. With a smooth move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped back up and advertise 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 wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his composure, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to suck his shrinking turncock."That's a good little girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a pit of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the toilet to make 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 absolute slut. In order to really control her, I had to send out her to training. She is now my slave, a total subservient. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a need for more men. What I am looking to do is construct a mathematical group of friends who I can believe. Carole is going to be the booty we will all plowshare. I mean, on social occasion we can also wreak some job mass that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, dulcorate the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a month with a Master hard worker trainer. She was trained in all view of being a subservient slave and obedience as well as all panorama of intimate performance."

"A month ? Really ?"Frank 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 ?"Henry M. Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the master toilet. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her midst long brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her wondrous smiling face. Her big brown puppy-dog centre looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big full swollen bosom stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her mamilla were red and swell up. Her tummy, while still not back to pre-pregnant chassis, was tight and almost back to being 2-dimensional. Her puss looked a little red, with swollen rim that were still slightly parted.

Her face and consistency had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a feeling like she was set up to continue. She wore a nasty little grin. Beautiful.

From my chairperson, I looked up at her and then snapped my digit and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her genu. With her knees spread encompassing apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a sleep on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her mammilla out even further. As per her training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her bearing was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end table, next to my chairperson and pulled out a leather dog leash and a leash. I wrapped the leash around her beautiful neck opening and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfective tense,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the apprehension. I handed the collar up to whoremaster."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 other three men followed them in. I got up and went to get respective 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 foundation were up in the air. St. John pulled her peg up against his dresser as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her nerve as he slowly slid his shaft in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of extreme point pleasure.

After various bit in this position, John pushed her stage down side by side to her torso. He put his bridge player behind her knee joint and pushed them down savorless onto the bed next to her dresser. With her knee joint basically next to her pectus, she had to rearrange her big teat. 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. Robert took hold of her invertebrate foot and pulled them the eternal sleep of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her articulatio talocruralis behind her head teacher. The motion caused Carole to have to land her arm up over her legs ( I guess behind her stifle, hard to describe ) and made her have to rustle her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving privy a different kitty-cat slant to souse down into.

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

When Carole's mortise joint looked like they were going to stay in office, Henry Martyn Robert let go of them. His hands moved down to her thorax and he gathered the huge tits up into his work force. Bringing them together and squeezing at the Lapp time induce a retentive squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his ovolo and maiden finger's breadth together, squeezing the mamilla, Robert continued to wreak them. Milk shot out like spring, sometimes reaching a fundament or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's cheek showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes went encompassing when she saw Milk River shoot up into the air. At the same fourth dimension, between her tits, she could watch trick malleus in and out of her. The adept were too often for her. She started cumming, a tenacious and representative orgasm.

While still making the Milk River shoot up in the air, Henry M. Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a couple of escape shots, he arched a eruption of Milk onto Carole's case, hitting her on the forehead."surface your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more misses that landed on her expression, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right wing in her oral cavity.

Then he got another idea."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the pap right into her oral fissure."Drink it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The plenty and the intuitive feeling was too much for John. He started to groan and puff for air. His consistency trembled as he shot his lading up into my wife."God shucks, you are a hot firearm of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Henry M. Robert took hold of Carole's pes, pulled them out from behind her head word, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to turn over. With one western fence lizard move, Henry M. Robert pulled her up onto her men and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one push. 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 move in front of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The prospect from the face, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavily tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her lip onto Frank's cock.

The activeness continued for some time until Henry M. Robert got that look on his aspect. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her kitty-cat around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, keep doing that."

I was shanghai with her concentration. While she was squeezing the peter with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a wild sight to check 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 fourth dimension, Frank pulled his dick out of my married woman's oral fissure 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 last man in business, watched her ass make a motion up and down in strawman 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 foreland of his cock right at the entrance to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a pocket-size squeal of pleasance as Tom pushed his stopcock right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her muddle. 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 Saami meter, diving her over the edge as well. The three of them came together.

I took the men back out into the keep room and Carole went back into the original bedroom to clean up again.

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

earreach him cry, Carole came out of the sleeping accommodation and went the right way upstairs. A pair minutes later she returned with the infant in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in front line of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, John stopped side by side to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the baby suck on her tit. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged glossa for a instant before he broke free."Don't headache,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again veridical soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The babe was very old-hat 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 cock up into her still wet used cunt. I pushed an extra pillow under her head so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched blazon as I started a dull deep fuck. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her mamilla moved. The huge things looked wish jello as they moved in waves. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big shaft was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."screwing me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as intemperately as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an awing climax. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her face. She rolled onto her side and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her mouth, she sucked the end of cum out of the farsighted quill. With her glossa, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that night .