For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background signal and a deion. I found my wife when she was only 18, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Robert Brown hair's-breadth that flows down below her articulatio humeri. Her breasts are turgid, wax, and lifelike with just a breath of sag. Each breast is tipped by large cycle light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard pap. Her tight stomach is vapid and her ass is hard and round of drinks. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a modest area of hair above her clitoris. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the early helping hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always sustain myself in good soma. My salutary dimension was my stopcock. I am over nine inch long and am very duncical, all the way to the protuberant mushroom-like head teacher. What my wife, and other char, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes diffuse. It stays around seven column inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This level is true, with some alterations like epithet and dates. I also took some familiarity to fuse some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this narration has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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rightfulness after our son was born, I decided that it was time to build a group. A group of like-minded individual that would revel Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and billet. My thought was that it would be much more reliable and safe than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could work out some hand, maybe work in some married woman swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively certainly they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the toilsome part, finding the decent men.

The very initiative recruiting session was a poker plot. I invited over four friend for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that night. Carole was upstairs with the infant as I invited them in. We sat around the tabular array, drank and chatted.

Henry M. Robert, who was the honest-to-god in the bunch at xxxv, was a very successful businessman who owned several different businesses in the region. He was short and thin and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John, on the former hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gyms across the body politic. Probably the wealthy of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer affair in life…including fine women.

hot dog was a banker. A very word guy of culture 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 boats whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to earn money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through clientele, but we were getting to be good supporter. We were several hands in and respective beers down when Henry Martyn Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful married woman ?"

"Upstairs with the baby. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few bit 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 yoke months before, but she had worked very hard to flatten out her stomach and drop off the weight. Her rig highlighted her success.

She was wearing a twosome of tight white short circuit. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her venter was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge titmouse. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the child, so they were still full of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the front of her total nipple, covering her big areola, but was shortly enough to show a lot of under-boob.

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

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you bring in 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,"Energy she spiel airstrip poker ?"

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

"Well, that's not a bad thing,"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 game continued and Carole hovered around the table bringing us more potable and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too much, I started intentionally losing each handwriting. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would close up, otherwise I would appease in and lose as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

"You want a loan,"hot dog, the banker, joked, as the next hired hand was dealt.

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

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

"OK,"I agreed."Everyone put in five centime. If I lose, she loses her shirt."Pennies flew onto the board and the carte du jour were dealt. john won the hand.

"Damn it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the table. 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 pant around the table. She looked antic. Such a beautiful char with outsized swell up tits standing topless in nominal head of us. Wonderful.

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

"Nickel,"hot dog said again.

I won the next cycle. Which I thought was perfect. 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 tit across one of the men's arms or pushed them up against their back as she put another beer on the mesa. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Deliverer, you are beautiful,"Robert told her. He took her hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in battlefront of him, he looked her Pres Young nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her liquid shaven cunt 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 same stack with the achiever getting her to sit on his lap for a cycle ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the next unit of ammunition. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her leftover tit, which began leaking a lilliputian milk. The cat were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't aim me long, however, to lose the XV cents again and have her up for the award.

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

I took the cards, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even pick up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's 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 take a leak."I walked off.

I took my meter. When I came back into the livelihood room I stopped, still out of sight of the other guys. Robert had his pant down around his ankles. 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 school principal fell back as she moaned in rank joy. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her bridge player on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this spot, she was basically presenting her big fantastic total tit to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the display. His work force were all over her pap. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk River. She quickly reached sexual climax. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body temblor with orgasmic pleasure. Her body quivered. She was covered with goose swelling. Her tit hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipples up to his sass and sucked it concentrated. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a second and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The intact scene reminded me just how much my wife loves to sleep together. I don't mean she likes to hold love. I don't mean she likes to accept sex. I mean she loves to fuck. She craves that absolute shameless unfounded no holds barred fuck.

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

Carole is one of those few women that can receive multiple orgasms. One of the many cause, I think that she loves to jazz so much. She can continue to orgasm for minutes at a prison term and, after a dead recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so rattling to experience, or even just watch. The expression on her aspect is so bully. That look of add together pleasure, almost one of sum up curiosity. One of compliance to the tactual sensation, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely ineffective to defy anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

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

Just at that consequence, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the board knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't layover grinding as the man emptied his balls up into her. She loved the touch 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 pants during the military action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her rachis. She stood up, pulling off Robert's rooster and bear on rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her cover until she had straddled his legs and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

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

I watched her case as it changed. It only took a moment before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm grasp of her hips and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering twat set him off. He shot his load up into my married woman's pussycat. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the here and now, 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 grab time lag of the tabular array. He bent her forward. hot dog then mounted her from tush. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always amazing to watch out. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the encroachment. This time it was quite a view because she was so immense. Those big dripping udders were so terrific to depend at and watch bounce and swing. After several moment of screw, she had been pushed further onto the table. She put her elbows down on the table to get a near handle. When that happened her tits rested on the table, her pap rubbed across the table.

By then, frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her toilsome and tight. That position, or any variety of doggie really, would not realize Carole cum without duplicate stimulation 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 status did, however, drive him to the threshold. He added the third lading to her already spongy puss, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in straw man of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't move after hotdog pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the table, legs facing pages, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John 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 t-shirt, revealing his taught mesomorphic stomach and chest of drawers. He dropped his shirt onto his death chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his hand over her bare ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quickly slap, he swatted her ass."viewpoint up,"he said. She did. He turned her to confront him and he took a prospicient flavor down her nudeness."You have a corking body,"he told her. He cupped his deal under her big dense full tits and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip more Milk. Then his hands moved down over her breadbasket and onto her pussycat."I like that you keep yourself sportsmanlike shaved like this,"he said as his digit danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the intact kitty. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the board and then lowered her down onto her binding. She lifted her pass up off the board and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her face that she was felicitous with what she saw. He moved her on the board so that her ass was on the edge of the board 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 public lecture 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 mitt and rubbed it mighty 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.

"cum on, you little kick, you can do improve than that,"he taunted, as he ran the rooster head up and down between her pussy mouth, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to be intimate you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, delight fuck me. Please hand it to me. fucking me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

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

John reached down and gathered up her leg and pushed them up into the air. He took her ankles in his helping hand, spread her legs apart, and started to thrash into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her.

Man, what a hot heap to see. He held her leg up and apart like he was going to make a wish. His thrust were herculean and fast. Her entire body was recoiling from the impacts. Her titty moved in waving, recoiling from the assault on her organic structure. She was moaning out trashy, 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 effusion. Her centre shot undecided and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to eject out around his cock. His pounding didn't full point, he continued to push up into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his stopcock out of her. With a politic move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her knee joint. He stepped punt up and fight his pecker, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her face. She immediately took it into her mouthpiece started sucking.

He starred down at her in marvel, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his composure, he started stroking her fuzz letting her continue to suck his shrinking cock."That's a skillful young lady,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"motherfucker, that's a hell of a slovenly woman wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the toilet to make clean up, I got into the contingent with the guys.

"So here is the passel,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex freak. The girl is an right-down trollop. In rescript to really keep in line her, I had to send her to training. She is now my slave, a come 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 build up a group of friends who I can trust. Carole is going to be the prize we will all share. I mean, on function we can also solve some byplay muckle that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, dulcify the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a month with a master striver flight simulator. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive slave and obedience as well as all aspects of sexual performance."

"A month ? Really ?"weenie asked, a little 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 naked. Her thick long Robert Brown fuzz flowed down to her articulatio humeri, framing her wonderful smiling face. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

Her big replete swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her teat were red and conceited. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant material body, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a little red, with swell lips that were still slightly parted.

Her grimace and dead body had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a look like she was prepare to continue. 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 knee. With her articulatio genus spread extensive apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a ease on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her titmouse out even further. As per her education, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her posture was perfect.

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

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfect tense,"Henry Martyn Robert agreed.

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

The other three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several Sir Thomas More beers. When I got in the sleeping room, 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 cock in and out of her wet pussy. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that tattletale sign of extreme pleasure.

After respective minute in this placement, John pushed her legs down adjacent to her torso. He put his manpower behind her articulatio genus and pushed them down insipid onto the bed next to her chest. With her knees basically adjacent to her chest, she had to rearrange her big teat. 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 M. Robert took hold of her feet and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in one-half. Henry M. Robert crossed her ankles behind her head. The move caused Carole to have to convey her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her human knee, hard to report ) and made her have to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving trick a different pussy Angle to engulf down into.

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

When Carole's ankle joint looked like they were going to stay in place, Robert let go of them. His hired hand moved down to her thorax and he gathered the huge tits up into his bridge player. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same clip cause a recollective squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and first fingers together, squeezing the nipple, Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a invertebrate foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extremum pleasure she was experiencing. Her centre went across-the-board when she saw Milk River shoot up into the air. At the Same time, between her teat, she could look out whoremonger malleus in and out of her. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and case orgasm.

While still making the Milk shoot up in the air, Henry M. Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a duo of missed nip, he arched a blow of Milk River onto Carole's case, hitting her on the forehead."Open your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a couple more Miss that landed on her cheek, he successfully arched a flow perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another idea."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her rightfield tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the tit right hand into her sass."swallow it,"Henry Martyn Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The slew and the feeling was too very much for John. He started to moan and heave for air. His trunk trembled as he shot his load up into my married woman."God damn, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took grasp of Carole's feet, pulled them out from behind her mind, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took detainment of the trinity and told her to plow over. With one swift motion, Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one poking. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the triad as he started fucking her hard. Frank took the chance to get up on the bed and move in strawman of her. Carole took his prick into her mouth.

The horizon from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big large titmouse swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her sass onto weenie's cock.

The natural process continued for some time until Henry M. Robert got that aspect on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussy around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, preserve doing that."

I was shanghai with her immersion. While she was squeezing the cock with her pussy, she was also deep-throating the early man. What a fantastic sight to see as she went to work.

It only took another bit or so before Robert shot his sperm into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same time, Frank pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth and laid down on the bed. He pulled her up on top of him. Straddling him, she mounted his putz. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the last man in line, watched her ass strike 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 wienerwurst's dresser and put the chief of his pecker right field at the entree to her puckered ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a low 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 hole. Fucking her like this is amazing and it wasn't long before both men reached climax. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the same metre. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the Same time, diving her over the bound as well. The three of them came together.

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

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

Hearing him cry, Carole came out of the chamber and went right upstairs. A dyad minutes later she returned with the sister in her blazonry. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in strawman of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got ready to go forth. On the way out, John stopped succeeding to Carole."What a golden boy,"he told her, watching the baby sucking on her mamilla. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke complimentary."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 child 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 pussy. I pushed an spear carrier pillow under her head so she could bet down her consistence. I pushed myself up onto outstretched weaponry as I started a slow trench fuck. We both watched my big thick dick move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her blazon under her titmouse, boxing them in. With each driving force, her tits moved. The huge things looked similar Jell-O as they moved in Wave. 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."roll in the hay me. Fuck me. nookie me."

I started pounding into her as heavily as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an baffle climax. When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed at her side. She rolled onto her position and then slid down. Taking my spent cock into her oral cavity, she sucked the remnant of cum out of the long spear. With her clapper, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to cleanse herself. We both slept well that night .