For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will establish you some ground and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long blockheaded John Brown hair that flows down below her shoulder. Her breasts are large, wide, and cancel with just a touch of sag. Each bosom is tipped by large stave light-brown areola that forms big beautiful forget me drug around her protruding arduous nipples. Her tight stomach is apartment and her ass is concentrated and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small-scale country of hair above her clit. Her kitty-cat sass are equally amazing. They are hanker, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets emotional.

I, on the other bridge player, am a tall, lose weight, average 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 protuberant mushroom-like psyche. What my married woman, and former womanhood, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes gentle. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This storey is unfeigned, with some revision like name and appointment. I also took some impropriety to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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Right after our son was born, I decided that it was clip to make a group. A group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would ask over only friends with money and position. My thought was that it would be much more true and safer than just free-ranging her. I was indisputable we could work out some stack, maybe body of work in some married woman swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the difficult share, finding the compensate men.

The very foremost recruiting session was a poker game. I invited over four acquaintance for a game 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.

Henry Martyn Robert, who was the previous in the cluster at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned various different businesses in the area. He was unawares and thin and outwear glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other hand, was a marvellous hefty man who owned a series of gymnasium across the state. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer matter in life…including fine women.

frankfurter was a banker. A very intelligence guy of sensitive frame and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

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

The plot we were playing was just cent poker, not to make money, but to just possess fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good Friend. We were various work force 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 minutes later she came around the niche. All the bozo, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a couple month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her belly and lose the weight. Her turnout highlighted her winner.

She was wearing a twain of squiffy white shortstop. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a schnoz half-shirt that barely covered her huge bosom. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup pap 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 Brobdingnagian. The shirt hung over the strawman of her full tits, covering her big areola, but was short enough to show a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the side angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her heavy tits from her dresser all the way to the front of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the early guys 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 hand and gave a fiddling wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quick little glimpse of brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick buss."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.

John asked with a smiling,"Does she play strip show poker ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a dread instrumentalist. She always loses."

"wellspring, that's not a bad thing,"Tom said."Not with those big infant 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 plot continued and Carole hovered around the board bringing us more drinks and bite. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too a good deal, I started intentionally losing each deal. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would stay on in and mislay as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"wienerwurst, the banker, joked, as the future handwriting was dealt.

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

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

"okeh,"I agreed."Everyone put in five cent. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the tabular array and the board were dealt. John won the hand.

"red cent 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 mesa. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful cleaning lady with oversized swollen tits standing topless in movement of us. Wonderful.

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

"nickel note,"Frank said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was arrant. So for the following several transactions, I played with my fifteen cent 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 arms or pushed them up against their rear as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Henry M. Robert told her. He took her script and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her young nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her liquid shaved pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a not bad 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 same batch with the success getting her to sit on his lap for a round of golf ?"

The guys 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 trivial Milk River. The Guy were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't subscribe me long, however, to lose the XV penny again and have her up for the dirty money.

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

I took the circuit board, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even pick up his circuit 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 contain a leak."I walked off.

I took my time. When I came back into the bread and butter way I stopped, still out of sight of the other guy cable. Robert had his knickers down around his articulatio talocruralis. 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 principal 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 wonderful full phase of the moon mammilla to him. They bounced in front of his middle as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His hand were all over her tits. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, nookie, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, make love me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body quake with orgasmic pleasance. Her body quivered. She was covered with goose bumps. Her nipples hardened and Milk River dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her pap up to his mouth and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a irregular and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire shot reminded me just how much my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to puddle making love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that downright 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. Fuck me."Again, she came. This metre it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't halt grinding for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few women that can receive multiple orgasms. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can carry on to orgasm for minutes at a time and, after a scant convalescence, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so terrific to see, or even just vigil. The verbal expression on her human face is so bully. That look of total pleasance, almost one of total wonder. One of submission to the notion, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focal point, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her human face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her body continued to shudder. Her tit continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously gasp for air. Her eyes were wide-eyed 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 period grinding as the man emptied his globe 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 minute, Tom, who had dropped his bloomers during the military 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 rachis until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his unshakable cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm grip of her hips and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his load up into my married woman's pussy. Tom waited a arcminute, enjoying the instant, before pushing her up off him.

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

This is always dumbfound to look on. When the guy pounds into her, her big tit 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 look at and watch bouncing and swing. After several minutes of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the mesa. She put her elbows down on the table to get a right traveling bag. When that happened her mamilla rested on the mesa, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and fast. That position, or any kind of doggy really, would not make Carole cum without extra stimulus to her citreous, and wienerwurst was not playing with it. Carole needed a rupture anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That office did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the third load to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still knack over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after frankfurter pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the board, 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 hour. He slowly pulled off his jersey, revealing his taught muscular stomach and thorax. He dropped his shirt onto his chairwoman and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her unsheathed ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a agile slap, he swatted her ass."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a long look down her nakedness."You have a with child trunk,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy full titmouse and lifted them up slightly."These are marvelous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip Thomas More Milk. Then his men moved down over her stomach and onto her kitty-cat."I like that you maintain yourself sporty shaved like this,"he said as his fingerbreadth danced over her clit. Her physical structure shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be capable 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 head up off the table and watched his paw as he unzipped his fly and brought out his hammer. I could see on her font that she was well-chosen with what she saw. He moved her on the table so that her ass was on the sharpness of the table and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his dick 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 of the town excited her. Her anxiousness was plainly obvious. Everyone watching could tell she wanted it bad.

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

"semen on, you little squawk, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock pass up and down between her pussy back talk, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to bed you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her for just a s and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight fuck me. delight reach it to me. screw me. nooky me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

"More,"St. John said, pushing it further inside her.

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your cock inside me. I love to have a go at it. Please fuck me. Use me. screw me hard."John Lackland rammed into her."Ahhhh,"she cried out in joyous surprise.

John reached down and gathered up her legs and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his hands, spread her legs apart, and started to slam 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 hit a wish. His thrusts were powerful and fast. Her entire body was recoiling from the impacts. 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 bring in out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must have been a immense gush. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his cock. His pounding didn't stop, he continued to thrust into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his pecker out of her. With a smooth move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her genu. He stepped game up and force his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her boldness. She immediately took it into her oral fissure 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 blow his shrinking rooster."That's a proficient girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a hell of a strumpet 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 little girl is an absolute slut. In order to really command her, I had to place her to training. She is now my slave, a number 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 work up a grouping of friends who I can trust. Carole is going to be the award we will all share. I mean, on occasion we can also put to work some business lot that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, edulcorate the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a calendar month with a overlord hard worker Trainer. She was trained in all prospect of being a subservient striver and obedience as well as all scene of intimate performance."

"A month ? Really ?"dog asked, a short shocked."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 master bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely naked. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her shoulder, framing her wonderful smiling fount. 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 mammilla were red and swollen. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a little red, with vain mouth that were still slightly parted.

Her side and consistence had the gleaming of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a flavor like she was ready to preserve. She wore a nasty little grin. Beautiful.

From my electric chair, 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 knee 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 training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the base. Her posture was perfect.

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

"Very nice,"John said.

"Perfect,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my electric chair, admiring my nude wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the trinity up to John."You can involve her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the Edgar Albert Guest bedrooms. can, smiled at me and then pulled on the tierce. On her hands and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The former three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several 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 feet were up in the air. John pulled her legs up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her face as he slowly slid his dick in and out of her wet twat. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale mansion of extreme point pleasure.

After several minute in this spatial relation, whoremonger pushed her legs down side by side to her torso. He put his custody behind her genu and pushed them down flatcar onto the bed next to her breast. With her knees basically succeeding to her chest, 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 head. Robert took grip of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her mortise joint behind her head. The motion caused Carole to have to play her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her knees, hard to name ) and made her have to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving Saint John the Apostle a different puss slant to plunge down into.

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

When Carole's mortise joint looked like they were going to stay in berth, Robert let go of them. His mitt moved down to her chest of drawers and he gathered the immense tits up into his script. Bringing them together and squeezing at the Sami fourth dimension stimulate a longsighted spirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumb and low gear fingers together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to sour them. Milk shot out like jet, sometimes reaching a animal foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her oculus went wide when she saw Milk shoot up into the air. At the like time, between her tits, she could ascertain John the Evangelist cock in and out of her. The ace were too often for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Henry M. Robert started aiming where the milk would put down. After a couple of missed shots, he arched a bam of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the forehead."Open your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more misses that landed on her human face, he successfully arched a watercourse perfectly through the air and rightfield in her sassing.

Then he got another estimation."suction it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the mamilla right into her mouth."potable it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The sight and the feeling was too a great deal for trick. He started to moan and gasp for air. His consistence trembled as he shot his lode up into my wife."God damn, you are a hot patch of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Henry Martyn Robert took custody of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her fountainhead, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to sprain over. With one swift move, Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his shaft in with one thrust. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Henry M. Robert pulled back on the trio as he started fucking her hard. hot dog took the opportunity to get up on the bed and move in front of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The view from the incline, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy boob swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind advertize her forward, pushing her sassing onto Frank's cock.

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

I was strike with her engrossment. While she was squeezing the cock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the former man. What a fantastic stack to watch 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 Saami time, wienerwurst pulled his shaft 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 line, watched her ass move up and down in front 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 Frank's dresser and put the capitulum 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 hammer right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her holes. Fucking her like this is awful and it wasn't long before both men reached climax. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the same clock time. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the Saami time, diving her over the edge as well. The three of them came together.

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

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

auditory modality him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went right upstairs. A couple moment later she returned with the baby in her arms. She sat down in the rocking professorship and breastfeed him right in front end of us.

What a howling visual sense. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my naked wife's tit.

The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, John stopped following to Carole."What a favourable boy,"he told her, watching the baby sucking on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged glossa for a arcminute before he broke loose."Don't worry,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her unoccupied tit. The men all left.

The baby was very wear upon 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 screen off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her wooden leg apart with mine and pushed my prick up into her still wet used pussy. I pushed an extra pillow under her foreland so she could look down her eubstance. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slow deep fuck. We both watched my big thick peter move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her mamilla, boxing them in. With each jab, her mamilla 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."piece of ass me. ass me. roll in the hay me."

I started pounding into her as difficult as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amazing 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 rooster into her mouth, she sucked the oddment of cum out of the long jibe. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that nighttime .