For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my married woman I will afford you some background knowledge and a deion. I found my wife when she was only XVIII, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Brown University hair that flows down below her shoulder joint. Her chest are great, full, and raw with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by prominent round light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful rotary around her protruding laborious tit. Her tight stomach is two-dimensional and her ass is hard and one shot. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her button. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a peak when she gets excited.

I, on the former paw, am a tall, tenuous, average looking guy, but I always save myself in upright build. My best attribute was my shaft. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like read/write head. What my married woman, and early womanhood, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes sonant. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest maw.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some indecorum to compound 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 metre to build a mathematical group. A group of like-minded individuals that would bask Carole as much as I do. I would tempt only friends with money and position. My thought was that it would be much more honest and safe than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could function out some great deal, maybe body of work in some married woman swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would link before the opportunity was presented. That was the hardest share, finding the right men.

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

Robert, who was the erstwhile in the caboodle at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned various different stage business in the area. He was shortsighted and dilute and fag out glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other deal, was a improbable muscular man who owned a series of gym across the state. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer affair in life…including very well women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence operation 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 boat, racing yacht, dealership 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 biz we were playing was just penny poker, not to nominate money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good champion. We were several hands in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the child. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few second later she came around the turning point. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly aphrodisiacal. She had only given birth a couple up months before, but she had worked very hard to drop her stomach and lose the weightiness. Her kit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a pair of besotted Caucasian trunks. Her ass and branch were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a automobile horn half-shirt that barely covered her vast tits. The gestation had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very big sizing ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still broad of milk and still fucking huge. 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 position angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her laboured tits from her pectus all the way to the nominal head of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other cat were too, that even though she had grown to that size of it, they were still unwavering enough to keep themselves up like that without a bra.

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

"Hi, sister,"I said, giving her a immediate candy kiss."Can you bring 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.

bathroom asked with a grin,"Does she play cartoon strip poker ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"O.K.,"I agreed."Everyone put in five centime. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the table and the placard were dealt. John won the hand.

"shit it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the mesa. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my manus. 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 oversized tumefy titmouse standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

"okey, O.K., okay,"I brought the aid back to the plot, well form of."I still don't have any money. How a lot for her shorts ?"

"atomic number 28,"weenie said again.

I won the side by side unit of ammunition. Which I thought was everlasting. So for the future several minutes, I played with my fifteen cents as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were various times that she intentionally rubbed her big teat across one of the men's sleeve or pushed them up against their back as she put another beer on the tabular array. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Henry Martyn Robert told her. He took her handwriting and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her Edward Young nude consistency up and down. Her ass looked prominent from my vantage point and I am surely her smooth plane 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 attentive."How about the like raft with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast adequate. Thankfully, I won the following bout. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her provide tit, which began leaking a little Milk. The guys were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't take on me long, however, to lose the fifteen cent again and have her up for the award.

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

I took the visiting card, 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."nooky,"I said, standing."I got ta take a leak."I walked off.

I took my time. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of sight of the early hombre. Robert had his pants down around his ankle 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 cunt into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in rank pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her hands on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this view, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full boob to him. They bounced in front of his heart as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His hands were all over her breast. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, roll in the hay, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, get it on me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her dead body quake with orgasmic delight. Her body quivered. She was covered with goof gibbousness. Her mamilla hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Henry Martyn Robert pulled one of her pap up to his mouthpiece and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a 2d and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire scene reminded me just how a good deal my married woman loves to get laid. I don't mean she likes to lay down love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to ass. She craves that absolute shameless wild no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his prick 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 intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't stoppage grinding for quite a while, cumming the integral time.

Carole is one of those few adult female that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many intellect, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can proceed to orgasm for minutes at a prison term and, after a short retrieval, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so marvelous to experience, or even just watch. The reflection on her face is so great. That tone of total pleasure, almost one of total wonder. One of meekness to the smell, to the joy, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses centering, becoming a striver to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her body continued to shudder. Her nipples continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously gasp for air. Her eye 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 stop detrition as the man emptied his Ball 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 mo, Tom, who had dropped his drawers during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Henry Martyn Robert's hammer and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back until she had straddled his ramification and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her human face as it changed. It only took a mo before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm clench of her rose hip and guided her up and down on his dick. Carole's quivering puss set him off. He shot his load up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a second, 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 weenie as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab hold of the table. He bent her forward. Frank then mounted her from buttocks. His hammer slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always amazing to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big titty swing beautifully from the impact. This time it was quite a wad because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so wonderful to count at and watch bounce and swing. After several instant of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a better grip. When that happened her tits rested on the tabular array, her mamilla rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her operose and fast. That position, or any sort of doggy really, would not arrive at Carole cum without special foreplay 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 view did, however, drive him to the verge. He added the third onus to her already squashy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still knack over in straw man of him. He gasped for air, trying to bewitch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't motion after hotdog pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the table, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John the Divine standing there, just looking at her. He was still fully dressed. He didn't movement or speak for over a minute. He slowly pulled off his tee shirt, revealing his taught muscular breadbasket and pectus. He dropped his shirt onto his chairperson and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her mere ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a immediate slap, he swatted her ass."stand 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 hands under her big labored full tits and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip More milk. Then his workforce moved down over her stomach and onto her puss."I like that you keep yourself fairly shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clitoris. Her soundbox shuddered slightly from the tactile sensation."I like to be able to plainly see the stallion 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 capitulum up off the table and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her expression that she was well-chosen with what she saw. He moved her on the table so that her ass was on the edge of the tabular array and then he moved up between her leg. He dropped his cock 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 observance could severalise she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his pecker in his hand and rubbed it right across her clit."You want me to sleep together you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

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

"Please,"was all she said.

"Come on, you little 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."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my dick. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to have it away you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous head of his peter into her for just a irregular and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please fuck me. Please give it to me. nooky me. Fuck me laborious. Use me. Please. Please."

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your shaft inside me. I love to fuck. Please fuck me. Use me. Fuck me hard."John 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 paw, 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 pegleg up and apart like he was going to defecate a indirect request. His poking were hefty and firm. Her entire soundbox was recoiling from the encroachment. Her teat moved in waves, recoiling from the ravishment on her physical structure. She was moaning out cheap, mumbling unintelligible thing, 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 vast gush. Her eyes shot spread and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his peter. His pounding didn't stop, he continued to stuff into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his tool 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 tug his putz, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her human face. She immediately took it into her sass started sucking.

He starred down at her in wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his calmness, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to take up his shrinking cock."That's a soundly girlfriend,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a inferno of a trollop wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the toilet to 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 fille is an absolute slattern. In society to really ascertain her, I had to send her to training. She is now my slave, a add together submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a motive for more than men. What I am looking to do is ramp up a group of admirer who I can trust. Carole is going to be the booty we will all share. I mean, on juncture we can also work some line pile that would be mutually beneficial 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 kind of breeding ?"

"She spent a month with a Master Slave trainer. She was trained in all look of being a submissive striver and respect as well as all aspects of sexual performance."

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

"guy,"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 master bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely au naturel. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her wonderful smiling face. Her big brown puppy-dog heart looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big wide swollen mamilla stuck out from her breast, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and swollen. Her abdomen, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her puss looked a little red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her face and body had the radiance of a recently fucked cleaning lady, but she also had a look like she was set up to stay on. She wore a tight little grin. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my finger's breadth and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over adjacent to me and got down on her knees. With her knees spread astray apart and her sitting on her cad, she brought her hands to a rest on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her breeding, she kept her straits up, but looked down at the floor. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end table, following to my chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a trine. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"bathroom said.

"perfect tense,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my professorship, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the catch. I handed the leash up to John."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest bedchamber. john, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her hired man and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The early three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several more beers. When I got in the bedroom, I handed out the beers to the three men watching. Carole was on her back on the bed. Her feet were up in the air. John pulled her wooden leg up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her font as he slowly slid his turncock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale polarity of extreme pleasure.

After various minute in this view, john pushed her peg down following to her torso. He put his men behind her knees and pushed them down flat onto the bed next to her chest. With her stifle basically future 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. Henry Martyn Robert took delay of her human foot and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankle behind her nous. The move caused Carole to have to contribute her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her genu, hard to name ) and made her have to revoke her caput up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John the Divine a unlike pussy angle to dive down into.

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

When Carole's ankles looked like they were going to stay in place, Robert let go of them. His hands moved down to her chest and he gathered the immense tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same time cause a long squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumb and first finger together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to sour them. Milk River shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a groundwork or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's expression showed the extreme pleasance she was experiencing. Her middle went wide when she saw Milk River shoot up into the air. At the Same clock time, between her mamilla, she could watch John hammer in and out of her. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a yearn and example orgasm.

While still making the Milk River shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the Milk River would land. After a couple of missed shooter, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the brow."surface your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more fille that landed on her aspect, he successfully arched a watercourse perfectly through the air and rightfulness in her mouth.

Then he got another estimation."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her rightfield tit up to her sassing. Carole sucked the nipple right into her mouth."Drink it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The lot and the feeling was too often for privy. He started to moan and gasp for air. His dead body trembled as he shot his load up into my married woman."God shucks, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took detention of Carole's metrical foot, pulled them out from behind her read/write head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took time lag of the three and told her to turn over. With one swift motion, Robert pulled her up onto her mitt and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one poke. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

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

The vista from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy boob swung violently under her as the two men got into a cycle. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her backtalk onto frank's cock.

The military action continued for some sentence until Robert got that look on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her cunt around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, observe doing that."

I was impressed with her concentration. While she was squeezing the cock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a grand quite a little to determine 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 Lapp time, Frank pulled his cock out of my married woman's mouth and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his peter. She bounced up and down on him

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

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against hotdog's chest and put the read/write head of his cock right at the ingress to her cockle ass. The two men held her still.

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

I took the men back out into the living way and Carole went back into the professional 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 hired man. I guess we were too loudly, because we woke the baby.

audition him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went right upstairs. A distich min later she returned with the baby in her arms. She sat down in the rocking president and breastfeed him right in front of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got ready to result. On the way out, John stopped next to Carole."What a golden boy,"he told her, watching the baby suck on her mammilla. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke free."Don't worry,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again really soon."He reached down and squeezed her untenanted tit. The men all left.

The baby was very tired and after his eating, 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 stopcock up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an extra pillow under her fountainhead so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a decelerate cryptic 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 thrust, her tits moved. The huge things looked like jello as they moved in waves. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big dick was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."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 stupefy 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 oral cavity, she sucked the rest of cum out of the yearn shot. With her knife, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to pick herself. We both slept well that dark .