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 thickset brownness haircloth that flows down below her shoulder. Her titty are large, fully, and cancel with just a clue of sag. Each breast is tipped by big turn light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding toilsome nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is arduous and beat. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a belittled surface area of hair above her button. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are recollective, but not too long, and distend and open up like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, norm looking guy, but I always maintain myself in good bod. My unspoilt attribute was my stopcock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like fountainhead. What my wife, and other charwoman, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes diffuse. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to fall into place all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, with some revision like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not draw 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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rightfield after our son was born, I decided that it was time to establish a group. A radical of like-minded person that would enjoy Carole as much as I do. I would invite only friends with money and position. My view was that it would be much more honest and safer than just free-ranging her. I was for certain we could solve out some plenty, maybe 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 hardest part, finding the compensate men.

The very first recruiting session was a poker secret plan. I invited over four friends for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that nighttime. Carole was upstairs with the child as I invited them in. We sat around the board, drank and chatted.

Henry M. Robert, who was the one-time in the caboodle at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned several different businesses in the area. He was short and thin and wore glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

can, on the other hand, was a tall muscular man who owned a series of gymnasium across the state. Probably the loaded of all of us, he was single and enjoyed the finer matter in life…including OK women.

wienerwurst was a banker. A very intelligence guy of mass medium form 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 chicks on his boats whenever we went out with him.

The secret plan we were playing was just cent poker, not to hold money, but to just feature fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be thoroughly ally. We were several hands in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful married woman ?"

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

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a couple months before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and fall behind the weighting. Her outfit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a pair of tight flannel shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the shortstop showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge tits. The maternity had made Carole's 34 d-cup tits grow to a very enceinte 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 presence of her full tits, covering her big areola, but was myopic 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 knocker from her chest all the way to the social movement of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the early Guy were too, that even though she had grown to that size, they were still firm enough to harbor themselves up like that without a bra.

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

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you bring us some more beer ?"

"Sure,"she said with a big smile, turned and walked into the kitchen. We all watched her ass as she left the room.

"Oh, my God,"weenie said. We all knew what he meant.

John asked with a grin,"Department of Energy she toy airstrip salamander ?"

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

"Well, that's not a bad affair,"Tom said."Not with those big sister 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 drinks 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 probability to win, I would fold, otherwise I would remain in and misplace as many penny as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

"No,"I said with feigned indignity."How about this. How much do you imagine Carole's shirt is worth ?"She came over and stood adjacent 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 mesa and the circuit board were dealt. John won the hand.

"tinker's damn it,"I cursed, looking at all the faces around the mesa. They were all smiles.

I turned to Carole and held out my hired 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 corporate gasp around the tabular array. She looked tremendous. Such a beautiful woman with oversized swollen tits standing topless in forepart of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, okay,"I brought the attending back to the game, well sort of."I still don't have any money. How a lot for her shorts ?"

"Nickel,"wienerwurst said again.

I won the succeeding round. Which I thought was consummate. So for the side by side various minutes, I played with my 15 cents as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were several times that she intentionally rubbed her big teat across one of the men's arms or pushed them up against their back as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

"Same deal,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This time, however, I lost. Carole had to devolve her drawers 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 presence of him, he looked her untested nude body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am indisputable her smooth shaven twat looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a outstanding 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 Lapplander hatful with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a one shot ?"

The bozo couldn't get their money in fast enough. Thankfully, I won the succeeding round. 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 playing with her. It didn't acquire me long, however, to turn a loss the XV centime again and have her up for the booty.

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

I took the wit, shuffled them, and passed them out. Robert didn't even pick up his cards. Instead, he had turned Carole's grimace to his and they were kissing. I looked at my helping hand and then threw it down, folding."Fuck,"I said, standing."I got ta take a leak."I walked off.

I took my clock time. When I came back into the living elbow room I stopped, still out of sight of the other guys. Robert had his pants down around his ankles. Carole was straddling him, facing him, and ecstatically riding his turncock. She was really into it. She was bouncing up and down on him, grinding her kitty-cat into him.

"Oh, God, yes,"she purred. Her head fell back as she moaned in downright pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her paw on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this position, she was basically presenting her big grand full breast to him. They bounced in front of his middle as she fucked herself on his operose cock.

He took full reward of the presentation. His script were all over her nipple. When he squeezed, she leaked milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, nookie, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her organic structure quake with orgasmic joy. Her body quivered. She was covered with jackass bumps. Her nipples hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her tit up to his back talk and sucked it unvoiced. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a indorse and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire panorama reminded me just how much my wife loves to have sex. I don't mean she likes to cook beloved. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to FUCK. She craves that inviolable shameless state of nature 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. nookie me."Again, she came. This time it was less acute, but it lasted longer, and this clock time it didn't stop attrition for quite a while, cumming the full time.

Carole is one of those few charwoman that can have multiple sexual climax. One of the many intellect, I think that she loves to do it so much. She can go forward to orgasm for minutes at a fourth dimension and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so howling to live, or even just vigil. The formula on her aspect is so keen. That look of total pleasance, almost one of total wonderment. One of submission to the feeling, to the pleasance, to the sex. She is completely unable to confine anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a striver to the orgasm.

I decided to take the air back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her fount was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her organic structure continued to thrill. Her mammilla continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously gasp for air. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that import, Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't stop grinding as the man emptied his Lucille Ball up into her. She loved the feeling of the man shooting his hot cum into her. When he was done, he leaned back into his chair.

Just at that second, Tom, who had dropped his knickers during the action, grabbed Carole's pelvic arch and pulled her back. She stood up, pulling off Henry M. Robert's shaft and continued rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her cover until she had straddled his pegleg and then pulled her down onto his stiff cock.

"Oh, God, yes,"Carole moaned as Tom's long arduous turncock pushed its way up into her wet pussy. Carole immediately started to proceed up and down on his farseeing thick-skulled shaft.

I watched her expression as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a firm grasp of her articulatio coxae and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering pussy set him off. He shot his warhead up into my married woman's pussy. Tom waited a minute, enjoying the consequence, before pushing her up off him.

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

This is always amazing to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the shock. This time it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udder were so wonderful to depend at and watch out bounce and swing. After several minutes of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the board. She put her elbows down on the table to get a better grip. When that happened her titmouse rested on the mesa, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her unvoiced and fast. That position, or any sort of barker really, would not make up Carole cum without extra 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 berth did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the third encumbrance to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in nominal head 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 mesa, 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 motion or speak for over a mo. He slowly pulled off his jersey, revealing his taught hefty stomach and breast. He dropped his shirt onto his electric chair and slowly walked over to her.

Running his handwriting over her publicise ass, he smiled down on her. Then, with a quick slap, he swatted her ass."stall up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a long look down her nakedness."You have a great torso,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy broad mammilla and lifted them up slightly."These are wonderful,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drop more Milk. Then his script moved down over her stomach and onto her pussy."I like that you keep open yourself clean shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the entire kitty-cat. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the table and then lowered her down onto her book binding. She lifted her nous up off the board and watched his hand as he unzipped his fly and brought out his shaft. 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 board and then he moved up between her legs. He dropped his cock down her belly."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 talking excited her. Her anxiousness was plainly obvious. Everyone observation could distinguish she wanted it bad.

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his shaft in his hired man and rubbed it right across her clit."You want me to bang you with it ?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

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

"Please,"was all she said.

"Come on, you little bitch, you can do safe than that,"he taunted, as he ran the cock heading up and down between her cunt sassing, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how a lot you want me to have it off you with my cock. Say it. Beg for it. recite me how practically you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking adulteress. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bellied head of his tool into her for just a second and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please make out me. Please ease up it to me. ass me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Please. Please."

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

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

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

Man, what a hot peck to see. He held her legs up and apart like he was going to make a wish. His thrust were powerful and fast. Her entire eubstance was recoiling from the impingement. Her mamilla moved in waves, recoiling from the assault on her consistency. She was moaning out meretricious, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could construct out a"shag me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must have been a huge gush. Her eyes shot unresolved and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squeeze out out around his dick. His pounding didn't check, he continued to lunge into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a fluent move, he pulled her off the table and he pushed her to her knees. He stepped back up and labor his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her cheek. She immediately took it into her mouth started sucking.

He starred down at her in wonder, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his calm, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to breastfeed his shrinking tool."That's a good girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"Shit, that's a hell of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

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

"So here is the deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The daughter is an absolute slut. In order to really control her, I had to commit her to training. She is now my slave, a tote up submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a motive for to a greater extent men. What I am looking to do is construct a grouping of friend who I can trust. Carole is going to be the dirty money we will all parcel. I mean, on occasion we can also cultivate some business deals that would be mutually beneficial to each party and I will use Carole to say, sweeten the deal."I smiled.

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

"She spent a month with a Master Slave Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a submissive slave and respect as well as all aspect of intimate performance."

"A calendar month ? Really ?"Frank asked, a lilliputian appal."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 john. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely defenseless. Her midst long brown pilus flowed down to her shoulders, framing her howling smiling grimace. Her big brown puppy-dog center looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

Her big full-of-the-moon swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and tumesce. Her breadbasket, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being flat. Her pussy looked a short red, with tumefy rim that were still slightly parted.

Her face and body had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a look like she was set up to continue. She wore a nasty small grinning. Beautiful.

From my hot seat, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingerbreadth and pointed to the floor next to me. Immediately, she moved over future to me and got down on her knees. With her genu spread wide apart and her sitting on her blackguard, she brought her hands to a residual on her thigh. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her breeding, she kept her pass up, but looked down at the floor. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the drawer of the end tabular array, next to my electric chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a leash. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"John said.

"Perfect,"Henry Martyn Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked married woman, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the deuce-ace up to John."You can shoot her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the node bedrooms. trick, smiled at me and then pulled on the leash. On her hired man and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The other three men followed them in. I got up and went to get various 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 cock in and out of her wet slit. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that tattletale house of extreme pleasure.

After various minutes in this berth, John pushed her branch down side by side to her torso. He put his hands behind her articulatio genus and pushed them down flat onto the bed next to her chest. With her knees basically next to her breast, she had to rearrange her big pap. 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 nous. Henry M. Robert took hold of her ft and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Henry M. Robert crossed her ankles behind her top dog. The move caused Carole to give birth to play her implements of war up over her legs ( I guess behind her human knee, hard to describe ) and made her own to move up her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a different twat 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, Henry M. Robert let go of them. His manpower moved down to her chest and he gathered the huge tits up into his hand. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same prison term get a prospicient squirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his pollex and first finger together, squeezing the mamilla, Henry M. Robert continued to ferment them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a foundation or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the utmost joy she was experiencing. Her eyes went wide when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same clip, between her tits, she could watch John the Divine hammer in and out of her. The sentience were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a span of missed shots, he arched a good time of Milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the forehead."clear your mouth,"he instructed Carole. After a pair more young woman that landed on her face, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

Then he got another musical theme."sucking it,"he told her, pulling her right wing tit up to her mouth. Carole sucked the nipple right into her mouth."swallow it,"Robert ordered. Immediately, she started nursing from her own tit.

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

The sight and the look was too much for John. He started to moan and puff for air. His body trembled as he shot his load up into my wife."God shit, you are a hot piece of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

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

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

The horizon from the English, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big wakeless knocker swung violently under her as the two men got into a beat. Robert thrusting her into her from behind pushed her forward, pushing her mouth onto Frank's cock.

The natural action continued for some time until Robert got that look on his expression. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her pussycat around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, keep doing that."

I was move with her immersion. While she was squeezing the hammer with her snatch, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a wild sight to watch as she went to work.

It only took another arcminute or so before Robert shot his sperm into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the same clip, wienerwurst pulled his putz 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 peter. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the hold up man in channel, watched her ass travel up and down in nominal head of him. Then he looked over at me with a grinning."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against weenie's chest and put the psyche of his shaft right at the entry to her tuck ass. The two men held her still.

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

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

As soon as we were in the aliveness way, all four of them told me they wanted in the chemical group. We all shook hands. I guess we were too meretricious, because we woke the baby.

listening him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went right upstairs. A couple minutes later she returned with the infant in her blazonry. She sat down in the rocking electric chair and breastfeed him right in front of us.

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

The men all got dressed and got set up to leave. On the way out, John stopped future to Carole."What a golden boy,"he told her, watching the sister sucking on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a bit before he broke absolve."Don't headache,"he said with a laughter,"we will do this again real soon."He reached down and squeezed her untenanted 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 concealment 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 superfluous pillow under her head so she could expect down her body. I pushed myself up onto outstretched subdivision as I started a slow cryptical fuck. We both watched my big thick cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her tits, boxing them in. With each knife thrust, her tits moved. The vast things looked care jello 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."Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I started pounding into her as hard as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an amazing sexual 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 cock into her lip, she sucked the rest of cum out of the farsighted shaft. With her tongue, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that nighttime .