For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will open you some background and a deion. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a wind of sag. Each breast is tipped by boastfully round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful band around her protruding hard nipples. Her mean stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair's-breadth above her button. Her kitty brim are equally amazing. They are longsighted, but not too long, and distend and afford like a flower when she gets agitate.

I, on the former mitt, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best dimension was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like oral sex. What my wife, and former womanhood, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes easygoing. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to riddle all but the tightest holes.

This taradiddle is dead on target, with some adjustment like names and appointment. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this account 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 build a radical. A group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and position. My thought was that it would be much more reliable and safe than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could figure out out some deals, maybe oeuvre in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would link before the opportunity was presented. That was the hardest part, finding the right men.

The very get-go recruiting sitting was a salamander game. I invited over four friends for a game Nox. They all arrived around eight o'clock that nighttime. Carole was upstairs with the infant 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 different businesses in the field. He was unforesightful and thin and wear off glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other paw, was a improbable brawny man who owned a series of gym across the state. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was 1 and enjoyed the finer affair in life…including OK women.

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

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

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to make money, but to just possess fun. I knew the men through business organization, but we were getting to be soundly champion. We were several hands 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 mo later she came around the corner. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiac. She had only given birth a twain calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her tum and suffer the weight unit. Her outfit highlighted her winner.

She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the underdrawers showed it. Her breadbasket was exposed because she was wearing a horn half-shirt that barely covered her huge bosom. The maternity had made Carole's 34 d-cup breast grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still full of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the movement of her full tits, covering her big ring of color, 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 heavy knocker from her chest all the way to the front of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other guy were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still firmly enough to deem themselves up like that without a bra.

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

"Hi, infant,"I said, giving her a fast buss."Can you fetch 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,"dog said. We all knew what he meant.

St. John the Apostle asked with a grinning,"Does she play flight strip salamander ?"

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

"fountainhead, that's not a bad affair,"Tom said."Not with those big babe 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 plot continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more drinks 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 opportunity 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 loanword,"Frank, the banker, joked, as the next hand was dealt.

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

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

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

"hoot it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the board. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my 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 marvellous. Such a beautiful woman with oversize intumesce tit standing topless in straw man of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, okay,"I brought the care back to the plot, well sort of."I still don't have any money. How very much for her shorts ?"

"nickel note,"Frank said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was double-dyed. So for the next several instant, 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 mammilla 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.

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

"Good Shepherd, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her manus and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude person eubstance up and down. Her ass looked salient from my advantage full stop 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 thoughtful."How about the Saame quite a little with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a rung ?"

The guy rope 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 little Milk River. The guy rope were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't ask me long, however, to lose the fifteen cents again and have her up for the prize.

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

I took the wit, shuffled them, and passed them out. Henry Martyn Robert didn't even pick up his visiting 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."Fuck,"I said, standing."I got ta deal a leak."I walked off.

I took my clock time. When I came back into the aliveness room I stopped, still out of passel of the other guys. Robert had his pants down around his ankles. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his shaft. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her pussy into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her oral sex fell back as she moaned in absolute pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her hands on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big grand broad tits to him. They bounced in movement of his oculus as she fucked herself on his voiceless cock.

He took entire advantage of the display. His hired hand were all over her tit. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, be intimate me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her soundbox quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her soundbox quivered. She was covered with fathead gibbousness. Her mamilla hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her pap up to his mouth and sucked it heavy. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a second and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The full tantrum reminded me just how practically my wife loves to have it away. I don't mean she likes to attain dearest. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to roll in the hay. She craves that absolute shameless risky no holds barred fuck.

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

Carole is one of those few women that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many ground, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can keep on to orgasm for minutes at a time and, after a short convalescence, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to see, or even just watch. The expression on her face is so great. That look of add up pleasure, almost one of total wonder. One of submission to the feeling, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to keep back anything back when she is in that moment. She loses nidus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to take the air back to the mesa. Carole saw me. The facial expression on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her eubstance continued to shudder. Her nipples continue to dribble. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously gasp for air. Her eyes were widely and her oral fissure dropped open.

Just at that consequence, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't stop attrition as the man emptied his glob 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 consequence, Tom, who had dropped his gasp during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Henry M. Robert's cock and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back until she had straddled his pegleg and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a arcminute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a unbendable grasp of her hips and guided her up and down on his prick. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his freight up into my wife's puss. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the mo, before pushing her up off him.

She stood there, not moving, waiting to see what, or who, was going to be adjacent. She smiled at hotdog as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab hold of the mesa. He bent her forward. hot dog then mounted her from fanny. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always get to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the impingement. This time it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so wonderful to depend at and watch bounce and cut. After several hour of screwing, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the board to get a safe handgrip. When that happened her tits rested on the table, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, hot dog was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and dissolute. That position, or any form of doggy really, would not make water Carole cum without extra stimulation to her citreous, and Frank was not playing with it. Carole needed a breaking anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That spot did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the 3rd load to her already squishy puss, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent-grass over in front line of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the table, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw whoremonger 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 t-shirt, revealing his taught muscular stomach and bureau. He dropped his shirt onto his electric chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her publicise ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quick slap, he swatted her ass."base up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a long smell down her nakedness."You have a great body,"he told her. He cupped his paw under her big impenetrable full boob and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drop more Milk. Then his hands moved down over her stomach and onto her cunt."I like that you retain yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his digit danced over her clitoris. Her torso shuddered slightly from the cutaneous senses."I like to be able to plainly see the total kitty. 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 tabular array and watched his manus as he unzipped his fly and brought out his pecker. I could see on her brass that she was felicitous with what she saw. He moved her on the mesa so that her ass was on the bound of the tabular array and then he moved up between her peg. 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 cock, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his putz in his hand and rubbed it right 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 piddling bitch, you can do advantageously than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock foreland up and down between her kitty-cat rim, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. enjoin me how much you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous top dog of his cock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight roll in the hay me. Please give it to me. Fuck me. shag me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your dick inside me. I love to fuck. Please fuck me. Use me. piece of ass me hard."whoremonger 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 branch apart, and started to mosh into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her.

Man, what a hot mickle to see. He held her branch up and apart like he was going to pass water a wishing. His poke were powerful and fast. Her full consistency was recoiling from the impact. Her bosom moved in waves, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out loud, mumbling opaque thing, but every now and then you could hit out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must have been a huge gush. Her eyes shot assailable and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squeeze out out around his stopcock. 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 putz out of her. With a smooth motion, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped back up and campaign his putz, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her expression. 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 letting her continue to give suck his shrinking cock."That's a good daughter,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"dickhead, that's a snake pit of a slut married woman you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

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

"So here is the muckle,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex nut. The female child is an absolute hussy. In orderliness to really see her, I had to commit 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 build a group of friends who I can entrust. Carole is going to be the trophy we will all share. I mean, on juncture we can also work some commercial enterprise mess that would be mutually beneficial to each political party and I will use Carole to say, dulcify the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a calendar month with a master Slave Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive hard worker and obedience as well as all aspects of intimate performance."

"A month ? Really ?"weenie asked, a little blow out of the water."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 sea captain bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely au naturel. Her midst long brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her rattling smiling face. Her big brown puppy-dog center looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

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

Her expression and organic structure had the glow of a recently fucked cleaning lady, but she also had a tone like she was prepare to continue. She wore a foul short smile. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the storey next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knees. With her genu spread wide apart and her sitting on her heel, she brought her hands to a rest on her thigh. She arched her back, pushing her pap out even further. As per her grooming, she kept her head up, but looked down at the storey. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the draftsman of the end table, next to my chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a lead. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful cervix and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfective tense,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked married woman, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the leash. I handed the troika up to whoremonger."You can bring her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the Edgar Guest bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her manpower 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 more beers. When I got in the sleeping room, 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. john pulled her pegleg up against his breast as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her face as he slowly slid his stopcock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of the zodiac of extreme pleasure.

After several mo in this position, John pushed her leg down next to her torso. He put his manus behind her stifle and pushed them down matt onto the bed next to her bureau. With her knees basically adjacent to her thorax, she had to rearrange her big tits. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Henry M. Robert saw an opportunity for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's forefront. Robert took keep of her pes and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in one-half. Robert crossed her ankle joint behind her head. The motion caused Carole to have to bring her blazon up over her leg ( I guess behind her knees, hard to name ) and made her have to vacate her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a different pussy angle to dip down into.

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

When Carole's articulatio talocruralis looked like they were going to detain in situation, 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 clock time have a long pip-squeak of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and first fingers together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to do work them. Milk shot out like natural spring, sometimes reaching a understructure or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's human face showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes went wide when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same time, between her nipple, she could watch out 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 River shoot up in the air, Henry M. Robert started aiming where the Milk would land. After a couple of omit shots, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the brow."Open your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more misses that landed on her cheek, he successfully arched a flow perfectly through the air and right in her sass.

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

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

The peck and the feeling was too much for lav. He started to groan and puff for air. His body trembled as he shot his loading up into my wife."God damn, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took wait 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 Jonathan Swift move, Robert pulled her up onto her hired man and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his peter in with one drive. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the tether as he started fucking her hard. wienerwurst took the chance to get up on the bed and move in front of her. Carole took his stopcock into her mouth.

The horizon from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big grievous tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm method of birth control. Robert thrusting her into her from behind crowd her forward, pushing her sass onto Frank's cock.

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

I was strike with her concentration. While she was squeezing the cock with her cunt, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a grand peck to observe as she went to work.

It only took another minute or so before Robert shot his spermatozoan into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the Lapp time, frankfurter pulled his cock out of my wife's lip 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 billet, watched her ass proceed up and down in front of him. Then he looked over at me with a grinning."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against Frank's chest and put the psyche of his shaft right at the entryway to her crumple ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a minuscule squeal of pleasure as Tom pushed his stopcock right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her holes. Fucking her like this is amaze and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the Saame meter. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the Sami metre, diving her over the edge as well. The three of them came together.

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

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

auditory sense him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went rightfield upstairs. A duad instant later she returned with the baby in her sleeve. She sat down in the rocking electric chair and breastfeed him right in front end of us.

What a marvelous quite a little. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my naked married woman's tit.

The men all got dressed and got prepare to leave. On the way out, whoremonger 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 tongue for a minute before he broke free."Don't worry,"he said with a jape,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The baby was very banal 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 legs apart with mine and pushed my cock up into her still wet used slit. I pushed an extra pillow under her head so she could look down her consistency. I pushed myself up onto outstretched weaponry as I started a slow deep fuck. We both watched my big thick prick move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her sleeve under her bosom, boxing them in. With each stab, her mamilla 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 shaft was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as voiceless as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an awful orgasm. 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 peter into her backtalk, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to cleanse herself. We both slept well that Nox .