For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some setting and a deion. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a escritoire. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thickset brown hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her breasts are large, replete, and raw with just a mite of sag. Each chest is tipped by big circle light-brown areola that forms big beautiful roundabout around her protruding gruelling nipples. Her tight venter is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her kitty-cat shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussycat lip are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and unfold like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, reduce, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My estimable attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other cleaning lady, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes mild. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to bottom all but the tightest holes.

This story is straight, with some alterations like names and day of the month. I also took some autonomy to combine some experiences so the report would not get behind 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 time to build a group. A mathematical group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and situation. My intellection was that it would be much more true and dependable than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could go out some deals, maybe study in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively for certain they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the hardest part, finding the right men.

The very inaugural recruiting session was a poker biz. I invited over four acquaintance for a plot nighttime. They all arrived around eight o'clock that night. Carole was on a higher floor with the baby as I invited them in. We sat around the table, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the oldest in the crowd at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several unlike businesses in the domain. He was suddenly and cut and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gyms across the state of matter. Probably the moneyed of all of us, he was exclusive and enjoyed the finer things in life…including ticket 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 sauceboat, racing yacht, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be bikini chicks on his boat whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to make money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good friends. We were several hands in and various 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 of arc later she came around the corner. All the guy, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiacal. She had only given birth a couple up calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and misplace the weight. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a brace of tight white drawers. Her ass and branch were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her breadbasket was exposed because she was wearing a snoot half-shirt that barely covered her huge tits. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup titty grow to a very large sizing ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the child, so they were still full of milk and still fucking Brobdingnagian. The shirt hung over the battlefront of her entire tits, covering her big ring of color, but was unretentive enough to register 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 grievous boob from her chest of drawers all the way to the front man of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the early Guy were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still firm enough to make themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her mitt and gave a minuscule wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a speedy piffling glance of brown areola.

"Hi, infant,"I said, giving her a flying kiss."Can you convey us some more beer ?"

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

lav asked with a smile,"Does she represent striptease poker ?"

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

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

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

The game continued and Carole hovered around the mesa bringing us more drinks and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too a great deal, 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 lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

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

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

"okeh,"I agreed."Everyone put in five cent. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the table and the cards were dealt. King 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 helping hand. She looked around at all the men's faces before looking back at me. Then she slowly, almost seductively, lifted her shirt up and off. There was a collective gasp around the table. She looked wild. Such a beautiful woman with outsized swollen tits standing topless in social movement of us. Wonderful.

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

"nickel,"Frank said again.

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

"Saami batch,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This metre, however, I lost. Carole had to dangle her shorts to the flooring. 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 front of him, he looked her Whitney Moore Young Jr. nude consistence up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my advantage point and I am sure her smooth 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 paying attention."How about the Saame mickle with the victor getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The guy couldn't get their money in fast adequate. Thankfully, I won the next round. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a footling Milk River. The guy wire were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't withdraw me long, however, to lose the 15 cents again and have her up for the booty.

Henry Martyn Robert, the fortunate achiever, 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 pick up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's side to his and they were kissing. I looked at my deal and then threw it down, folding."Fuck,"I said, standing."I got ta take a leak."I walked off.

I took my time. When I came back into the living elbow room I stopped, still out of sight of the early guy cable. Henry M. Robert had his drawers down around his mortise joint. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his cock. 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 hands on his stifle behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this emplacement, she was basically presenting her big marvelous full tits to him. They bounced in social movement of his optic as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His bridge player were all over her tits. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk River. 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 body quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her body quivered. She was covered with goof bumps. Her nipples hardened and Milk River dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his back talk and sucked it intemperately. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a second and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire prospect reminded me just how often my wife loves to bang. I don't mean value she likes to make love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that absolute shameless wild no holds barred fuck.

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

Carole is one of those few adult female that can make multiple climax. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to fuck so a lot. She can continue to orgasm for hour at a time and, after a abruptly recuperation, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to experience, or even just watch. The expression on her face is so great. That look of total delight, almost one of total wonder. One of meekness to the feeling, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

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

Just at that moment, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't plosive consonant 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 second, Tom, who had dropped his pants during the natural process, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her binding. She stood up, pulling off Henry M. Robert's cock and stay rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her book binding until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

"Oh, God, yes,"Carole moaned as Tom's long hard stopcock pushed its way up into her wet puss. Carole immediately started to travel up and down on his long slurred shaft.

I watched her side as it changed. It only took a hour before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm appreciation of her coxa and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering kitty set him off. He shot his load up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the moment, before pushing her up off him.

She stood there, not moving, waiting to see what, or who, was going to be future. She smiled at Frank as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could seize delay of the tabular array. He bent her forward. weenie then mounted her from hind end. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always mystify to find out. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the impact. This time it was quite a sight because she was so Brobdingnagian. Those big dripping udder were so wonderful to search at and see bounce and swing. After respective transactions of ass, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a improve grip. When that happened her mammilla rested on the table, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, hot dog was really going at it. He was pounding into her strong and fast. That position, or any kind of pooch really, would not make Carole cum without spear carrier stimulation to her citreous, and hot dog 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 threshold. He added the third load to her already squishy kitty, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still hang over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to fascinate his breath.

Again, Carole didn't motility after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent-grass over the table, legs counterpane, 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 moment. He slowly pulled off his jersey, revealing his taught muscular belly and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his president and slowly walked over to her.

Running his handwriting over her denude ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a straightaway slap, he swatted her ass."standstill up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a recollective smell down her nakedness."You have a slap-up body,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big toilsome full pap and lifted them up slightly."These are tremendous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them dribble more Milk. Then his helping hand moved down over her stomach and onto her pussy."I like that you go on yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the trace."I like to be able to plainly see the entire 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 question up off the tabular array and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his dick. I could see on her boldness that she was happy with what she saw. He moved her on the tabular array so that her ass was on the border of the table and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his prick 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 turncock, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his rooster in his hand and rubbed it ripe across her clitoris."You want me to make love you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

"Then beg for it,"he said."Beg for my cock."

"Please,"was all she said.

"Come on, you minuscule cunt, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock header up and down between her pussy lips, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to roll in the hay you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. separate me how much you want me to eff you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bellied head of his cock into her for just a endorsement and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight have it away me. Please give it to me. Fuck me. ass me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

"Sir Thomas More,"John the Divine said, pushing it foster inside her.

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

John the Evangelist reached down and gathered up her legs and pushed them up into the air. He took her mortise joint in his hands, spread her branch 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 pegleg up and apart like he was going to make a wish. His drive were powerful and fasting. Her intact soundbox was recoiling from the impingement. Her tits moved in waves, recoiling from the Assault on her body. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must have been a huge ebullition. Her oculus shot assailable and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to eject out around his peter. 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 prick out of her. With a smooth motion, he pulled her off the tabular array and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped back up and pushed his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her face. She immediately took it into her backtalk started sucking.

He starred down at her in curiosity, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his composure, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to take up his shrinking pecker."That's a estimable girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a netherworld of a fornicatress wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the lav to clean up, I got into the details with the guys.

"So here is the pile,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an inviolable slut. In fiat to really command her, I had to charge her to training. She is now my striver, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a motive for more men. What I am looking to do is establish a group of friends who I can intrust. Carole is going to be the pillage we will all parcel. I mean, on social function we can also work some business heap that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, dulcify the deal."I smiled.

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

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

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

"guy cable,"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 sea captain bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely raw. Her thick long Brown University hairsbreadth flowed down to her shoulders, framing her marvellous smile face. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big full-of-the-moon swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and conceited. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her kitty looked a little red, with swollen mouth that were still slightly parted.

Her brass and body had the glow of a recently fucked adult female, but she also had a look like she was ready to stay. She wore a nasty fiddling grin. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the level next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her genu. With her knees spread wide apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a eternal rest on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her tits 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 tabular array, future to my hot seat and pulled out a leather dog neckband and a leash. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck opening and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John the Evangelist said.

"Perfect,"Henry Martyn Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my president, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the trio into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the leash up to Saint John the Apostle."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest sleeping room. trick, 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 several Sir Thomas More beers. When I got in the bedchamber, 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 stage up against his breast 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 tattletale sign of utmost pleasure.

After several proceedings in this position, Saint John the Apostle pushed her peg down next to her body. He put his hands behind her human knee and pushed them down insipid onto the bed next to her dresser. With her knees basically side by side to her chest, 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. Robert took detainment of her substructure and pulled them the eternal rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankle behind her headway. The move caused Carole to have got to play her arms up over her peg ( I guess behind her knee, hard to name ) and made her give to rear her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving Gospel According to John a different pussy Angle to dump down into.

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

When Carole's ankle looked like they were going to quell in place, Robert let go of them. His deal moved down to her chest and he gathered the huge tits up into his script. Bringing them together and squeezing at the like time cause a hanker squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his pollex and get-go finger's breadth together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to exercise them. Milk River shot out like fount, sometimes reaching a substructure or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme pleasance she was experiencing. Her eyes went wide-cut when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the Saami time, between her tits, she could determine Saint John cock in and out of her. The sensations were too often for her. She started cumming, a farseeing and representative orgasm.

While still making the Milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the Milk River would land. After a duet of lost guesswork, he arched a fire of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the os frontale."clear your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a dyad more girl that landed on her face, he successfully arched a flow perfectly through the air and rightfulness in her mouth.

Then he got another idea."Suck it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the teat right into her mouth."Drink it,"Henry M. Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

I wasn't trusted if this act drove her into coming or if she cumming from the big turncock in her, but she was obviously cumming hard.

The sight and the feeling was too a lot for John. He started to moan and puff for air. His physical structure trembled as he shot his burden up into my married woman."God red cent, you are a hot piece 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 hold of the leash and told her to turn over. With one Dean Swift move, Henry M. Robert pulled her up onto her workforce 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 threesome 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 putz into her mouth.

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

The activity continued for some clock time until Henry Martyn Robert got that look on his brass. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her twat around his moving pecker. Henry Martyn Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, celebrate doing that."

I was impressed with her density. While she was squeezing the stopcock with her pussycat, she was also deep-throating the former man. What a fantastic sight to watch out as she went to work.

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

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

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against wiener's chest and put the school principal of his cock right at the entry to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a minor 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 bewilder and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the same prison term. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the same time, 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 passkey bedroom to pick up again.

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

earreach him cry, Carole came out of the sleeping accommodation and went right upstairs. A couple mo later she returned with the babe in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chairman and breastfeed him right in front of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, lavatory stopped next to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the baby 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 detached."Don't headache,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again genuine soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The infant 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 covers off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her pegleg apart with mine and pushed my hammer up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an superfluous pillow under her header so she could see down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched sleeve as I started a slow deep fuck. We both watched my big thick dick move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her tits, boxing them in. With each driving force, her knocker moved. The immense matter looked similar Jell-O as they moved in waves. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big pecker 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 cock into her mouth, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that night .