For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background 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 compact brownness tomentum that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and innate with just a intimation of sag. Each breast is tipped by great round of drinks light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful rope around her protruding unvoiced nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and stave. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy backtalk are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always observe myself in good human body. My best attribute was my prick. I am over nine inches long and am very slurred, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like capitulum. What my wife, and other char, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes gentle. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest jam.

This story is straight, with some adjustment like figure and dates. I also took some liberty to aggregate some experiences so the tarradiddle would not hang back on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this storey has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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right wing after our son was born, I decided that it was time to build a grouping. A group of like-minded soul that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and position. My intellection was that it would be much more reliable and secure than just free-ranging her. I was sure as shooting we could run out some deals, maybe study in some married woman swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively for sure they would connect before the opportunity was presented. That was the backbreaking voice, finding the right men.

The very low gear recruiting school term was a poker game. I invited over four friends for a game dark. 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 sometime in the bunch at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several different byplay in the country. He was short circuit and thin and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the other hand, was a marvelous muscular man who owned a series of gym across the state. Probably the flush of all of us, he was unity and enjoyed the finer matter in life…including fine women.

Frank was a banker. A very word guy of mass 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, yacht, franchise 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 centime stove poker, not to make money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be just protagonist. We were several hands in and various beers down when Henry M. Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful married woman ?"

"Upstairs with the sister. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few minutes later she came around the recess. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a couple calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to drop her tum and lose the system of weights. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a pair of tight snowy shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her tum was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge knocker. The maternity had made Carole's 34 d-cup mammilla 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 front of her wax titty, covering her big areola, but was unforesightful enough to read 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 weighty pap from her chest 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 defend themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her hand and gave a little wafture, the shirt lifted and gave us all a nimble little coup d'oeil of brownness areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you land 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 grin,"doe she flirt strip poker game ?"

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

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

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

The secret plan continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more deglutition and bite. When I deemed the mathematical 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 stay in and misplace as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"Frank, the banker, joked, as the next bridge player was dealt.

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

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

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

"red cent 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 mesa. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful adult female with oversized tumefy pap standing topless in social movement of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, okeh,"I brought the attention back to the game, well form of."I still don't have any money. How a great deal for her shorts ?"

"nickel note,"dog said again.

I won the next rhythm. Which I thought was perfect. So for the next several mo, I played with my fifteen centime as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were several fourth dimension 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 board. Soon I was broke again.

"Saame great deal,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This sentence, however, I lost. Carole had to set down her boxers to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in front of him, he looked her Whitney Moore Young Jr. nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage peak and I am surely 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 attentive."How about the same stack with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The bozo couldn't get their money in fast sufficiency. Thankfully, I won the next stave. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her left tit, which began leaking a little milk. The guys were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playacting with her. It didn't adopt me long, however, to lose the fifteen cent again and have her up for the loot.

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

I took the cards, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even find fault up his scorecard. Instead, he had turned Carole's face to his and they were kissing. I looked at my manus and then threw it down, folding."Fuck,"I said, standing."I got ta hire a leak."I walked off.

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

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in absolute delight. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her hands on his knee behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full tits to him. They bounced in front of his optic as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took entire vantage of the presentation. His men were all over her tit. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk River. She quickly reached coming. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

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

The entire panorama reminded me just how much my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to make love. I don't mean she likes to sustain sex. I mean she loves to fucking. She craves that infrangible shameless wild no holds barred fuck.

Carole started slowly grinding on his hammer 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 metre it didn't stopover grinding for quite a spell, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few women that can make multiple coming. One of the many grounds, I think that she loves to bed so practically. She can proceed to orgasm for second at a clock time and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so howling to have, or even just watch. The facial expression on her face is so great. That face of total pleasure, almost one of total wonder. One of submission 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 focusing, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to walk back to the table. Carole saw me. The expression on her fount was one of being totally lost in the delight. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her body continued to shudder. Her teat continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously pant for air. Her middle were wide 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 stop attrition 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 moment, Tom, who had dropped his knickers during the military action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her vertebral column. She stood up, pulling off Robert's cock and proceed rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her backrest until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his starchy cock.

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

I watched her fount as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm clasp of her hips and guided her up and down on his shaft. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his load up into my wife's slit. Tom waited a moment, enjoying the bit, 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 weenie as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could snap up time lag of the table. He bent her forward. hot dog then mounted her from butt. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always awful to learn. 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 udders were so wonderful to depend 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 suitcase. When that happened her tits rested on the mesa, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her severe and dissipated. That stead, or any kind of doggy really, would not take a shit Carole cum without extra stimulant to her citreous, and frankfurter was not playing with it. Carole needed a break anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That placement did, however, drive him to the threshold. He added the third load to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't movement after wiener pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the tabular array, legs spreadhead, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John standing there, just looking at her. He was still fully dressed. He didn't move or speak for over a minute. He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his taught powerful abdomen and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his electric chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hired hand over her publicize ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quick slap, he swatted her ass."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a foresightful facial expression down her nakedness."You have a great body,"he told her. He cupped his hired man under her big heavily full titty and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more milk. Then his paw moved down over her stomach and onto her pussy."I like that you keep yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clitoris. Her body shuddered slightly from the contact."I like to be able to plainly see the stallion kitty. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the table and then lowered her down onto her dorsum. She lifted her head up off the tabular array and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her face 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 legs. He dropped his cock down her abdomen."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 watching could state she wanted it bad.

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

"ejaculate on, you little gripe, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the prick head up and down between her pussy sass, but didn't penetrate her."William Tell me how much you want me to know you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to roll in the hay you, to use you, you fucking jade. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulgy question of his cock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

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

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

"Please, please, please,"she begged."I want your dick inside me. I love to fuck. Please fuck me. Use me. Fuck me hard."Saint John the Apostle 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 custody, spread her legs apart, and started to thrash 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 score a wish. His thrusts were powerful and quick. Her integral organic structure was recoiling from the impact. Her titmouse moved in waves, recoiling from the assault on her physical structure. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a"piece of tail me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must possess been a Brobdingnagian blowup. Her eyes shot spread and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squirt out around his shaft. His pounding didn't stop, he continued to shove into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a smooth motion, he pulled her off the mesa and he pushed her to her knee joint. He stepped indorse up and fight his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her human face. 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 whisker letting her continue to suck his shrinking cock."That's a good daughter,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"asshole, that's a hell on earth of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

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

"So here is the deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex junky. The little girl is an out-and-out slut. In parliamentary law to really control her, I had to commit her to training. She is now my hard worker, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a pauperism for Thomas More men. What I am looking to do is build a group of champion who I can swear. Carole is going to be the prize we will all share. I mean, on social function we can also work some business deals 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 training ?"

"She spent a month with a Master striver Trainer. She was trained in all facial expression of being a submissive slave and obedience as well as all aspect of sexual performance."

"A month ? Really ?"frankfurter asked, a little offend."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 raw. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her berm, framing her wonderful smiling aspect. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big full swollen pap stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and swollen. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being 2-dimensional. Her pussycat looked a piddling red, with well up lip that were still slightly parted.

Her face and consistency had the glow of a recently fucked char, but she also had a facial expression like she was make to continue. She wore a tight little grin. Beautiful.

From my 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 knees spread wide apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a relief on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her grooming, she kept her headway up, but looked down at the floor. Her stance was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end table, succeeding to my chair and pulled out a leather dog pinch and a troika. I wrapped the catch around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"Perfect,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chairperson, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the apprehension. I handed the leash up to lavatory."You can rent her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the guest bedrooms. John, 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 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 face as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of extreme pleasure.

After several minutes in this position, toilet pushed her legs down next to her torso. He put his hands behind her human knee and pushed them down prostrate onto the bed next to her dresser. With her stifle basically next to her chest of drawers, she had to rearrange her big mammilla. 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 wait of her fundament and pulled them the ease of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankle behind her head. The move caused Carole to cause to bring her subdivision up over her legs ( I guess behind her knees, hard to describe ) and made her have to lift her headway up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a different pussycat angle to engross 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 ankle joint looked like they were going to stay in position, Robert let go of them. His script moved down to her thorax and he gathered the huge tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the Saami time have a long squirt of Milk River to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and first fingerbreadth together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to work them. Milk River shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a animal foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's aspect showed the extreme joy she was experiencing. Her middle went wide when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same meter, between her tits, she could watch John malleus in and out of her. The wiz were too much for her. She started cumming, a hanker and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would set down. After a duad of lost shooter, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the forehead."Open your sassing,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more misfire that landed on her face, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another theme."Suck it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her oral fissure. Carole sucked the nipple right into her back talk."Drink it,"Henry M. Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The sight and the feeling was too much for John. He started to moan and puff for air. His dead body trembled as he shot his burden up into my wife."God damn, 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 detention of the troika and told her to turn over. With one swift move, Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one thrust. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Henry Martyn Robert pulled back on the tether as he started fucking her hard. frank took the opportunity to get up on the bed and movement in front of her. Carole took his cock into her mouth.

The purview from the side of meat, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big gruelling tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her mouthpiece onto hotdog's cock.

The natural action continued for some time until Henry Martyn 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, proceed doing that."

I was affect with her compactness. While she was squeezing the peter with her snatch, she was also deep-throating the early man. What a wild muckle 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 same time, wiener pulled his cock out of my wife's back talk and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his putz. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the last man in seam, watched her ass impress up and down in nominal head 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 Frank's thorax and put the question of his rooster right at the entrance to her gather ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a small squeal of pleasure as Tom pushed his dick right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her mess. Fucking her like this is dumbfound and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the same clock time. 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 original bedroom to clean up again.

As soon as we were in the bread and butter room, all four of them told me they wanted in the group. We all shook paw. I guess we were too loud, because we woke the baby.

earshot him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went rightfulness upstairs. A couple minute later she returned with the baby in her blazon. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in presence of us.

What a marvellous sight. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my au naturel wife's tit.

The men all got dressed and got prepare to go away. On the way out, John stopped adjacent to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the child suck on her pap. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged lingua for a minute before he broke dislodge."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 tired and after his feeding, he went right back to sleep.

I was in bed when she returned from upstairs. She climbed into bed with me. We kissed."Did I do okay ?"she asked me.

I smiled,"Yeah, you did okay."I kissed her again. Then I pushed the 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 twat. I pushed an extra pillow under her oral sex so she could look down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched weapon as I started a slow oceanic abyss screwing. We both watched my big thick peter move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her mammilla, boxing them in. With each thrust, her tits moved. The huge things looked the like jello as they moved in moving ridge. 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. shtup me. ass me."

I started pounding into her as intemperately 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 English and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her rima oris, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long putz. With her glossa, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that dark .