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 eighteen, working as a repository. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long slurred brown tomentum that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, total, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful lap around her protruding laborious nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is voiceless and round. She always keeps her puss shaved, except for a modest region of haircloth above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are prospicient, but not too long, and distend and open like a peak when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, flimsy, norm looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My Best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulging mushroom-like drumhead. What my wife, and other womanhood, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes gentle. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to infiltrate all but the rigorous gob.

This story is genuine, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to unite 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 group. A group of like-minded individuals that would relish Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and billet. My mentation was that it would be much more reliable and safe than just free-ranging her. I was surely we could exercise out some peck, maybe work in some married woman swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would fall in before the chance was presented. That was the concentrated voice, finding the right men.

The very commencement recruiting school term was a poker game. I invited over four admirer for a plot night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that Night. Carole was upstairs with the babe as I invited them in. We sat around the board, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the honest-to-goodness in the gang at thirty-five, was a very successful man of affairs who owned several different business organization in the field. He was curtly and lean and tire glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

Saint John, on the other paw, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gyms across the State. 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 agency guy of spiritualist form and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

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

The plot we were playing was just centime fire hook, not to give money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through business organisation, but we were getting to be dear ally. We were several manus in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the baby. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few minute 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 pair off calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten out her breadbasket and lose the weight. Her outfit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts. Her ass and ramification were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her tummy was exposed because she was wearing a honker half-shirt that barely covered her Brobdingnagian tits. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very vauntingly size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the infant, so they were still good of milk and still fucking Brobdingnagian. The shirt hung over the strawman of her wide breast, covering her big areola, but was unawares enough to testify a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the slope angle that I had on her, I could see the curve of her gravid tits from her chest all the way to the strawman of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other guy cable were too, that even though she had grown to that size, 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 man and gave a piddling Wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a immediate little glimpse of chocolate-brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quickly buss."Can you get 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 grinning,"Does she play strip poker ?"

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

"fountainhead, that's not a bad thing,"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 table giving everyone a new beer. When she moved, those big tits moved under that shirt. It was incredibly sexy.

The secret plan continued and Carole hovered around the mesa bringing us more beverage and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too much, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a fortune to win, I would fold, otherwise I would stick around in and lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

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

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

"okeh,"I agreed."Everyone put in five penny. If I lose, she loses her shirt."penny flew onto the board 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 handwriting. She looked around at all the men's faces before looking back at me. Then she slowly, almost seductively, lifted her shirt up and off. There was a collective gasp around the table. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful woman with outsize swollen tits standing topless in battlefront of us. Wonderful.

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

"Nickel,"Frank said again.

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

"Same mickle,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This sentence, however, I lost. Carole had to throw off her shorts to the floor. 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 strawman of him, he looked her offspring nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her smooth out shaven puss 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 Sami deal with the success getting her to sit on his lap for a cycle ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast plenty. Thankfully, I won the succeeding round. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her give tit, which began leaking a picayune Milk. The guys 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 lose the fifteen centime again and have her up for the prize.

Robert, the fortunate victor, 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 beak up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's face to his and they were kissing. I looked at my manus and then threw it down, folding."ass,"I said, standing."I got ta get a leak."I walked off.

I took my fourth dimension. When I came back into the living way I stopped, still out of sight of the former guys. Robert had his knickers down around his articulatio talocruralis. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his prick. 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 handwriting on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big wondrous fully nipple to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his surd cock.

He took full vantage of the demonstration. His script were all over her teat. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached climax. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, roll in the hay, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her body quivered. She was covered with goose hump. Her nipples hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Henry M. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his back talk and sucked it surd. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a s and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The stallion scene reminded me just how much my married woman loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to take in love. I don't mean she likes to take sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless unfounded 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. screw me."Again, she came. This clip it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't stop abrasion for quite a while, cumming the full time.

Carole is one of those few fair sex that can have multiple sexual climax. One of the many intellect, I think that she loves to make love so much. She can continue to orgasm for proceedings at a time and, after a suddenly recuperation, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to get, or even just scout. The expression on her aspect is so great. That flavour of total pleasure, almost one of total wonderment. One of meekness to the feeling, to the delight, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a striver to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the mesa. Carole saw me. The flavor on her grimace 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 drop. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously puff for air. Her heart were all-encompassing and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that moment, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the tabular array knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't closure grinding as the man emptied his testicle up into her. She loved the tactual sensation of the man shooting his hot cum into her. When he was done, he leaned back into his chair.

Just at that present moment, Tom, who had dropped his pants during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Robert's pecker and cover rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her spine until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a bit before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm clutches of her pelvis and guided her up and down on his turncock. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his lading up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a mo, enjoying the consequence, 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. frankfurter then mounted her from buttocks. His prick slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always amazing to look out. When the guy pounds into her, her big tit swing beautifully from the impact. This time it was quite a visual modality because she was so Brobdingnagian. Those big dripping udder were so wonderful to look at and see bounce and swing. After several minutes of shtup, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a dear grip. When that happened her tits rested on the table, her mammilla rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and fast. That location, or any kind of doggie really, would not nominate Carole cum without surplus stimulation 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 berth did, however, drive him to the threshold. He added the third base load to her already squashy twat, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still hang over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to see his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, knack 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 arcminute. He slowly pulled off his jersey, revealing his taught muscular venter and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his electric chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her bleak ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quickly slap, he swatted her ass."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to front him and he took a long look down her nakedness."You have a great consistence,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big profound full pap and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more milk. Then his hands moved down over her stomach and onto her puss."I like that you maintain yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her physical structure shuddered slightly from the spot."I like to be capable to plainly see the entire twat. 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 teacher up off the board and watched his script as he unzipped his fly and brought out his prick. I could see on her face that she was happy with what she saw. He moved her on the tabular array so that her ass was on the edge of the table and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his stopcock 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 anxiety was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could tell she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it the right way across her clit."You want me to bonk 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 little bitch, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the pecker psyche up and down between her pussy lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my pecker. Say it. Beg for it. enjoin me how much you want me to have sex you, to use you, you fucking loose woman. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous head of his peter into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please fuck me. Please commit it to me. Fuck me. shag me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

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

John reached down and gathered up her stage and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his hands, spread her legs apart, and started to slam 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 wish. His thrusts were powerful and fast. Her entire body was recoiling from the encroachment. Her tit moved in undulation, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out tacky, mumbling opaque things, but every now and then you could make out a"ass me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must feature been a huge blowup. Her oculus shot afford and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his rooster. 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 cock out of her. With a smooth out move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her articulatio genus. He stepped stake up and pushed his hammer, 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 draw his shrinking tool."That's a near little girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"prick, that's a hell on earth of a slovenly woman 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 mint,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an inviolable jade. In club to really master her, I had to air her to training. She is now my slave, a total 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 radical of ally who I can trust. Carole is going to be the prize we will all share. I mean, on occasion we can also work some business mess that would be mutually good to each company 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 maestro slave flight simulator. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive slave and obedience as well as all aspects of sexual performance."

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

"bozo,"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 captain lavatory. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her thick long chocolate-brown hair flowed down to her shoulder joint, framing her rattling smiling side. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the early 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 swollen. Her tummy, while still not back to pre-pregnant soma, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a slight red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her face and torso had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a look like she was ready to continue. She wore a tight piffling grin. Beautiful.

From my chairman, I looked up at her and then snapped my finger and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knees. With her genu spread wide-eyed apart and her sitting on her cad, she brought her hands to a rest on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her pap out even further. As per her breeding, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her military posture was perfect.

I reached into the draftsman of the end table, future to my chairman and pulled out a leather dog arrest and a 3. I wrapped the apprehension around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfect,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the ternion up to John the Evangelist."You can take in her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest bedchamber. whoremonger, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her deal and knee joint, 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 Sir Thomas 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 foot were up in the air. John pulled her legs up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her typeface as he slowly slid his shaft in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that tattletale star sign of extremum pleasure.

After several arcminute in this position, John pushed her pegleg down next to her torso. He put his hand behind her knees and pushed them down flavorless onto the bed next to her chest. With her genu basically following to her chest, she had to rearrange her big tits. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Henry Martyn Robert saw an opportunity for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's headway. Robert took hold of her substructure and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in one-half. Robert crossed her mortise joint behind her head. The motility caused Carole to have to fetch her arms up over her wooden leg ( I guess behind her knees, hard to describe ) and made her induce to hook her drumhead up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a unlike slit angle to plunge 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 ankles looked like they were going to stay in spot, Robert let go of them. His custody moved down to her pectus and he gathered the Brobdingnagian tits up into his script. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same meter get a long squirt of milk to fritter out. Squeezing his thumbs and world-class fingerbreadth together, squeezing the pap, Henry Martyn Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extremum pleasance she was experiencing. Her center went all-embracing when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the Lapplander sentence, between her tits, she could follow John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too a great deal for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the Milk shoot up in the air, Henry Martyn Robert started aiming where the Milk would put down. After a brace of omit dig, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the os frontale."open your back talk,"he instructed Carole. After a duad more young woman that landed on her face, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another idea."Suck it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her oral cavity. Carole sucked the teat right into her rima oris."drink it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The good deal and the flavor was too much for John. He started to moan and heave for air. His eubstance trembled as he shot his consignment up into my married woman."God damn, you are a hot art object of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took hold of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took clench of the leash and told her to turn over. With one western fence lizard movement, Robert pulled her up onto her mitt and knee joint. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one poking. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the three as he started fucking her hard. Frank took the opportunity to get up on the bed and move in front man of her. Carole took his putz into her mouth.

The view from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm method. Robert thrusting her into her from behind labour her forward, pushing her mouth onto wiener's cock.

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

I was impressed with her denseness. While she was squeezing the cock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a terrific sight to watch as she went to work.

It only took another minute of arc or so before Robert shot his sperm into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same prison term, wiener pulled his cock out of my wife's oral cavity and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his turncock. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the last man in line, watched her ass actuate up and down in front of him. Then he looked over at me with a grin."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against dog's chest of drawers and put the head word of his prick right at the entrance to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a modest 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 fix. Fucking her like this is amazing and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the Sami time. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the same time, 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 master key bedroom to clean up again.

As soon as we were in the living 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 room and went right upstairs. A brace minutes later she returned with the baby in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chairman and breastfeed him right in movement of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got cook to leave. On the way out, John stopped next to Carole."What a prosperous boy,"he told her, watching the sister 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 costless."Don't concern,"he said with a joke,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her untenanted 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 blanket 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 surplus pillow under her header so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched subdivision as I started a slow deep shtup. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her mamilla, boxing them in. With each thrust, her tits moved. The vast matter looked care jello as they moved in undulation. I started fucking her harder and faster.

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

I started pounding into her as hard as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amazing 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 putz into her oral fissure, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to strip herself. We both slept well that night .