For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will consecrate you some background 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 heavyset Brown University hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her titty are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each titty is tipped by magnanimous beat light-brown ring of color that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her squiffy stomach is matted and her ass is hard and cycle. She always keeps her pussycat shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her slit lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and unresolved like a prime when she gets aroused.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average out looking guy, but I always keep myself in right shape. My dependable attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very compact, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and former adult female, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes delicate. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the compressed holes.

This floor is true, with some change like figure and engagement. I also took some liberty to meld some experiences so the chronicle 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 time to build a mathematical group. A mathematical group of like-minded individuals that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and office. My thought was that it would be much more reliable and safer than just free-ranging her. I was certainly we could work out some deals, maybe body of work in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the heavy character, finding the right wing men.

The very first recruiting sitting was a salamander game. I invited over four friend for a biz night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that Nox. Carole was upstairs with the babe as I invited them in. We sat around the tabular array, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the sure-enough in the crew at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several different concern in the domain. He was short and thin and wore chicken feed. He was married, but I knew he played around.

lav, on the former hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a serial publication of gyms across the state. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was undivided and enjoyed the finer matter in life…including fine women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence information 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 sauceboat, 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 plot we were playing was just centime salamander, not to make money, but to just accept fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good acquaintance. We were several hand in and respective 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 corner. All the guys, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a twosome calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her breadbasket and lose the weight. Her rig highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a pair of tight T. H. White shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shorts showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a owl half-shirt that barely covered her huge mammilla. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very bombastic sizing ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still full-of-the-moon of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the nominal head of her full tits, covering her big areola, but was short enough to demo a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the side of meat angle that I had on her, I could see the curve of her punishing tits from her chest all the way to the battlefront of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other guys were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still truehearted enough to withstand themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her hand and gave a little waving, the shirt lifted and gave us all a quick small glimpse of brownness areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you add 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,"Does she play slip stove poker ?"

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

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

Carole came back in the way. 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 table bringing us more crapulence and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too much, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would outride in and lose as many pennies as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

"No,"I said with feigned indignity."How about this. How often do you remember Carole's shirt is worth ?"She came over and stood next 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."Pennies flew onto the tabular array and the cards were dealt. John won the hand.

"shit 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 pant around the tabular array. She looked howling. Such a beautiful adult female with oversize self-conceited teat standing topless in battlefront of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, okay,"I brought the attention back to the secret plan, well kind of."I still don't have any money. How very much for her underdrawers ?"

"nickel,"frank said again.

I won the following unit of ammunition. Which I thought was perfect. So for the succeeding several mo, I played with my fifteen cents as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were respective metre that she intentionally rubbed her big boob across one of the men's sleeve or pushed them up against their back as she put another beer on the board. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Jesus of Nazareth, you are beautiful,"Henry M. Robert told her. He took her hand 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 striking from my vantage power point and I am for sure her politic trim twat 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 serious-minded."How about the Lapp heap with the achiever getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

The guys couldn't get their money in fast plenty. Thankfully, I won the next round of drinks. While she sat on my leg, I had gently played with her go out tit, which began leaking a picayune milk. The bozo were all disappointed they hadn't won, they all wanted to be the guy playing with her. It didn't take me long, however, to fall back the 15 cents again and have her up for the trophy.

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 clean up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's face to his and they were kissing. I looked at my paw and then threw it down, folding."nookie,"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 stack of the other bozo. Robert had his pants 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 kitty into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in right-down pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her men on his human knee behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big wonderful full mamilla to him. They bounced in social movement of his eyes as she fucked herself on his operose cock.

He took full advantage of the presentment. His handwriting were all over her tits. When he squeezed, she leaked milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, bed me, fuck me."

Even from across the way, I could see her body quake with orgasmic joy. Her body quivered. She was covered with goofball bumps. Her nipple hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her tit up to his sassing and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a bit and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The full setting reminded me just how lots my wife loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to ready making love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to piece of tail. She craves that absolute shameless waste 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 time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't catch grinding for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few fair sex that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to fuck so lots. She can continue to orgasm for minutes at a clip and, after a short convalescence, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to experience, or even just watch. The formula on her typeface is so great. That looking at of summate joy, almost one of entire wonder. One of submission to the feeling, to the delight, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses stress, becoming a hard worker to the orgasm.

I decided to take the air back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her aspect was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her dead body continued to shudder. Her nipples continue to drop. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously heave for air. Her heart were wide and her mouthpiece dropped open.

Just at that instant, Henry Martyn Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the tabular array knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't stop grinding as the man emptied his chunk 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 gasp during the action, grabbed Carole's rose hip and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Henry Martyn Robert's cock and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back 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 turncock pushed its way up into her wet twat. Carole immediately started to motivate up and down on his long thick shaft.

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

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

This is always amazing to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big boob swing beautifully from the impact. This clip it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udder were so wonderful to look at and check bounciness and swing. After various minutes of screwing, 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 pap rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her hard and truehearted. That berth, or any kind of doggy really, would not shit Carole cum without extra stimulation to her citreous, and dog was not playing with it. Carole needed a faulting anyway, so she didn't try to rub it herself. That position did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the one-third lode to her already squishy pussycat, 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 move after Frank pulled out of her. She just stood there, bent over the table, legs spread, and dripping cum. She looked over and saw John standing there, just looking at her. He was still fully dressed. He didn't motility or speak for over a moment. He slowly pulled off his tee shirt, revealing his taught mesomorphic stomach and pectus. He dropped his shirt onto his professorship and slowly walked over to her.

Running his mitt over her bare 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 look him and he took a foresightful look down her nudeness."You have a big body,"he told her. He cupped his hired man under her big heavy wide tits and lifted them up slightly."These are marvelous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drop more milk. Then his bridge player moved down over her stomach and onto her kitty."I like that you keep yourself fresh shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her consistency shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able 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 rachis. She lifted her question up off the table and watched his men as he unzipped his fly and brought out his peter. I could see on her face that she was happy 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 stomach."You like what you see ?"he asked.

"Yes, Sir,"she answered.

"I knew it when I first saw you. You like the putz, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his putz in his mitt and rubbed it right across her clitoris."You want me to hump you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

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

"Please,"was all she said.

"Come on, you picayune beef, you can do skillful than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock head up and down between her pussy brim, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to get laid you with my turncock. Say it. Beg for it. secernate me how a lot you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking jade. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bulbous fountainhead of his cock into her for just a indorsement and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please get it on me. delight commit it to me. fuck me. fuck me strong. Use me. Please. Please."

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

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

John reached down and gathered up her wooden leg 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 stage up and apart like he was going to constitute a wishing. His jab were muscular and fast. Her total body was recoiling from the impact. Her tits moved in undulation, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could name out a"fucking me"or"please"or"cock."

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

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a liquid move, he pulled her off the board and he pushed her to her human knee. He stepped back up and pushed his pecker, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her fount. She immediately took it into her mouth 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 suck his shrinking cock."That's a good missy,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a Inferno of a slut married woman you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

Carole disappeared into the bathroom to scavenge up, I got into the inside information with the guys.

"So here is the softwood,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The miss is an absolute slut. In order to really curb her, I had to send her to training. She is now my hard worker, a total subservient. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a indigence for Thomas More men. What I am looking to do is build a group of friends who I can rely. Carole is going to be the swag we will all share. I mean, on affair we can also work some business enterprise deals 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 ?"Robert asked."What form of education ?"

"She spent a month with a master key Slave Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a slavish slave and obedience as well as all aspects of sexual performance."

"A month ? Really ?"hot dog asked, a minuscule 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 lavatory. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely naked. Her thick long Brown University fuzz flowed down to her shoulder, framing her wonderful grin facial expression. Her big Robert Brown puppy-dog middle looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

Her big full swollen tits stuck out from her pectus, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and vain. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant embodiment, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussycat looked a piddling red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her expression and body had the glow of a recently fucked cleaning woman, but she also had a facial expression like she was ready to preserve. She wore a nasty little grin. Beautiful.

From my chair, I looked up at her and then snapped my digit and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knees. With her articulatio genus spread astray apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a rest on her second joint. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her breeding, she kept her head up, but looked down at the floor. Her attitude was perfect.

I reached into the draftsman of the end tabular array, adjacent to my chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a triad. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck opening and buckled it.

"Very nice,"can said.

"perfective tense,"Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the collar into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the leash up to privy."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the Edgar Guest bedrooms. St. John the Apostle, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her hands and human knee, 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 various more than 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 pes were up in the air. privy pulled her peg up against his chest as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her case as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet slit. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale house of extremum pleasure.

After several minute of arc in this billet, John pushed her stage down next to her torso. He put his mitt behind her knees and pushed them down categoric onto the bed next to her dresser. With her stifle basically next to her chest, she had to rearrange her big bosom. She pushed them up and out of the way of her legs.

Robert saw an chance for some fun and climbed on the bed above Carole's head. Henry M. Robert took handle of her foundation and pulled them the ease of the way back, folding her completely in half. Henry Martyn Robert crossed her ankles behind her head word. The motility caused Carole to have to get her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her knees, hard to describe ) and made her have to plagiarize her foreland up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving trick a different kitty-cat angle to plunge down into.

She was now looking directly down her body and at the man's cock 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 breast 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 to bourgeon out. Squeezing his pollex and kickoff digit together, squeezing the teat, Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like outflow, sometimes reaching a foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her oculus went broad when she saw Milk shoot up into the air. At the same time, between her boob, she could look out Gospel According to John pound in and out of her. The sense datum were too often for her. She started cumming, a longsighted and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the Milk River would put down. After a couple of escape guessing, he arched a blast of Milk River onto Carole's face, hitting her on the frontal bone."clear your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a twain more misses that landed on her grimace, he successfully arched a flow perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another estimate."Suck it,"he told her, pulling her right tit up to her sass. Carole sucked the nipple rightfulness into her mouth."Drink it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The sight and the feeling was too much for privy. He started to moan and gasp for air. His body 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 clasp of Carole's metrical unit, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the tierce and told her to become over. With one Jonathan Swift movement, Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock in with one push. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Robert pulled back on the leash as he started fucking her hard. Frank took the opportunity to get up on the bed and motion in front of her. Carole took his dick into her mouth.

The sight from the slope, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big heavy tits swung violently under her as the two men got into a rhythm. Robert thrusting her into her from behind drive her forward, pushing her back talk onto Frank's cock.

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

I was impressed with her assiduity. While she was squeezing the turncock with her cunt, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a wild heap 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, weenie pulled his cock out of my wife's rima oris 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 smile."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against Frank's chest and put the nous of his cock right field at the entrance to her cockle ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a small squeal of pleasance as Tom pushed his pecker right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her holes. Fucking her like this is amazing and it wasn't long before both men reached orgasm. Luckily for Carole, they both came at the same time. I say ‘ luckily'because they both swelled inside her at the same clip, diving her over the boundary as well. The three of them came together.

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

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

Hearing him cry, Carole came out of the sleeping accommodation and went right upstairs. A twosome min later she returned with the sister in her blazonry. She sat down in the rocking president and breastfeed him right in front line of us.

What a marvellous muckle. 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 next to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the child suck on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged lingua for a mo before he broke free."Don't worry,"he said with a gag,"we will do this again genuine 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 natural covering off us and rolled over on top of her. I pushed her ramification apart with mine and pushed my shaft up into her still wet used twat. I pushed an extra pillow under her head so she could face down her trunk. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a dim deep screw. We both watched my big midst pecker move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her weapon under her tit, boxing them in. With each drive, her boob moved. The huge things looked like jello as they moved in undulation. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big shaft was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as concentrated 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 side of meat and then slid down. Taking my spent putz into her mouth, she sucked the remainder of cum out of the long shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that Night .