For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background knowledge 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 pilus that flows down below her shoulders. Her chest are large, good, and born with just a touch of sag. Each breast is tipped by expectant round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful rope around her protruding hard tit. Her blind drunk abdomen is flat and her ass is firmly and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her slit lips are equally amazing. They are farsighted, but not too long, and distend and subject like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other script, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always stay fresh myself in beneficial frame. My best attribute was my prick. I am over nine column inch long and am very thick, all the way to the bulgy mushroom-like brain. What my wife, and other adult female, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes gentle. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the rigorous pickle.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not hang back 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 wing after our son was born, I decided that it was prison term to build a group. A radical of like-minded individuals that would savour Carole as much as I do. I would ask in only friends with money and situation. My thought was that it would be much more authentic and safer than just free-ranging her. I was for sure we could work out some deals, 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 firmly office, finding the right men.

The very first recruiting session was a poker game. I invited over four Quaker for a game night. They all arrived around eight o'clock that dark. Carole was upstairs with the sister as I invited them in. We sat around the table, drank and chatted.

Robert, who was the oldest in the bunch at xxxv, was a very successful businessman who owned respective different businesses in the country. He was short and thin out and have on glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John the Divine, on the other hand, was a grandiloquent 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 things in life…including OK women.

Frank was a banker. A very intelligence guy of medium body-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, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be bikini bird on his gravy holder whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just centime poker, not to make money, but to just have fun. I knew the men through stage business, but we were getting to be practiced champion. We were several men in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

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

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a duo month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her tummy and mislay the weightiness. Her kit highlighted her achiever.

She was wearing a twain of wet white shorts. Her ass and ramification were very shapely and the short pants showed it. Her stomach was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her huge tits. The pregnancy had made Carole's 34 d-cup mamilla grow to a very large size ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still entire of Milk River and still fucking vast. The shirt hung over the front of her full tits, covering her big ring of color, but was little enough to present a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the side angle that I had on her, I could see the curvature of her heavy tits from her 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 firm enough to view as themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her manus and gave a little wave, the shirt lifted and gave us all a straightaway picayune coup d'oeil of brown areola.

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

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

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

John asked with a grin,"Department of Energy she play funnies poker ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a severe musician. She always loses."

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

Carole came back in the 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 game continued and Carole hovered around the board bringing us more boozing 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 opportunity to win, I would fold, otherwise I would ride out in and recede as many cent 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 think Carole's shirt is Charles Frederick Worth ?"She came over and stood next to me.

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

"okay,"I agreed."Everyone put in five cents. If I lose, she loses her shirt."cent flew onto the table and the visiting card were dealt. Saint John won the hand.

"red cent 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 gasp around the board. She looked fantastic. Such a beautiful woman with oversized swollen pap standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

"OK, okay, okay,"I brought the care back to the game, well kind of."I still don't have any money. How much for her boxershorts ?"

"nickel note,"Frank said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was perfect. So for the next respective minutes, I played with my fifteen cent as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were several metre 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 table. Soon I was broke again.

"Saame mountain,"I offered, to which they all readily agreed. This fourth dimension, however, I lost. Carole had to drop her short pants to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Jesus Christ, 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 Loretta Young nude person dead body up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her smooth shaven pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a large 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 deal with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a round ?"

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

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

I took the cards, shuffled them, and passed them out. Henry Martyn Robert didn't even cull up his bill of fare. Instead, he had turned Carole's brass to his and they were kissing. I looked at my paw and then threw it down, folding."fucking,"I said, standing."I got ta take a leak."I walked off.

I took my time. When I came back into the bread and butter 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 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 head fell back as she moaned in absolute pleasure. 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 grand total mammilla to him. They bounced in straw man of his middle as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His handwriting were all over her knocker. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk. She quickly reached orgasm. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, screwing, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, have it away me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body quake with orgasmic pleasure. Her body quivered. She was covered with goose bumps. Her nipple hardened and Milk River dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her mammilla up to his lip and sucked it hard. 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 a good deal my married woman loves to fuck. I don't mean she likes to make love. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to screwing. She craves that absolute shameless tempestuous 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. shag me."Again, she came. This time it was less intense, but it lasted longer, and this time it didn't occlusive attrition for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few women that can experience multiple orgasm. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to fuck so much. She can continue to orgasm for moment at a time and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so rattling to have, or even just vigil. The saying on her face is so large. That look of number delight, almost one of come wonder. One of submission to the flavour, to the joy, to the sex. She is completely ineffective to harbor 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 feel on her human face was one of being totally lost in the pleasure. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her body continued to shudder. Her tit continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously heave for air. Her eyes were wide and her mouthpiece dropped open.

Just at that minute, Henry Martyn Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't stop grinding 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 trouser during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her rear. She stood up, pulling off 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 cock pushed its way up into her wet slit. Carole immediately started to move up and down on his long thick-skulled shaft.

I watched her side as it changed. It only took a minute before Carole was cumming yet again. Tom had a house grasp of her coxa and guided her up and down on his cock. Carole's quivering cunt set him off. He shot his load up into my wife's pussy. Tom waited a minute of arc, 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 wienerwurst as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab clutch of the board. He bent her forward. frankfurter then mounted her from behind. His prick slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always astonish to watch. When the guy pounds into her, her big tits swing beautifully from the impact. This meter it was quite a sight because she was so huge. Those big dripping udder were so wonderful to search at and learn bounce and swing music. After various proceedings of fucking, she had been pushed further onto the mesa. She put her elbows down on the board to get a better grip. When that happened her tit rested on the table, her nipples rubbed across the table.

By then, Frank was really going at it. He was pounding into her laborious and fast. That position, or any kind of doggy really, would not make Carole cum without extra foreplay 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 posture did, however, drive him to the brink. He added the third load to her already squishy pussy, and then stepped back. He stood there, looking at her still bent over in front of him. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

Again, Carole didn't motion 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 move or speak for over a arcminute. He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his taught powerful stomach and chest. He dropped his shirt onto his hot seat 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."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a long aspect down her openness."You have a great torso,"he told her. He cupped his hands under her big heavy full-of-the-moon 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 stomach and onto her puss."I like that you keep yourself blank shaved like this,"he said as his fingers danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the contact."I like to be able-bodied to plainly see the entire pussy. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the table and then lowered her down onto her back. She lifted her head up off the table and watched his script as he unzipped his fly and brought out his turncock. I could see on her face that she was felicitous with what she saw. He moved her on the table so that her ass was on the edge of the mesa and then he moved up between her peg. He dropped his cock down her venter."You like what you see ?"he asked.

"Yes, Sir,"she answered.

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

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it right across her clit."You want me to have it away 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 kick, you can do better than that,"he taunted, as he ran the pecker read/write head up and down between her pussy mouth, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how a great deal you want me to fuck you with my tool. Say it. Beg for it. Tell me how a lot you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking hussy. 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, please fuck me. please generate it to me. shtup 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. Fuck me hard."Saint John 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 mortise joint 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 spate to see. He held her legs up and apart like he was going to make a compliments. His jabbing were powerful and loyal. Her entire body was recoiling from the shock. Her tits moved in waving, recoiling from the assault on her physical structure. She was moaning out gimcrack, mumbling unintelligible thing, but every now and then you could hold out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must get been a Brobdingnagian gush. Her middle shot heart-to-heart and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to force out out around his cock. His pounding didn't stop, he continued to squeeze into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a liquid relocation, he pulled her off the tabular array and he pushed her to her articulatio genus. He stepped back up and pushed his cock, still drenched with the cum of four men, into her font. She immediately took it into her oral cavity started sucking.

He starred down at her in admiration, enjoying her immensely. When he regained his composure, he started stroking her fuzz letting her continue to suck his shrinking tool."That's a near girl,"he said. He looked over at me and said,"dogshit, that's a hell of a slut wife you got here."I smiled proudly back at him and nodded.

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

"So here is the spate,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex addict. The girl is an absolute slattern. In Holy Order to really keep in line her, I had to beam her to training. She is now my slave, a total submissive. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a penury for more than men. What I am looking to do is build a mathematical group of friend who I can trust. Carole is going to be the dirty money we will all ploughshare. 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, 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 Slave Trainer. She was trained in all aspects of being a subservient hard worker and obedience as well as all aspects of intimate performance."

"A month ? Really ?"frank asked, a picayune 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 chemical group you are forming ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked.

"Yes,"I said.

Just then Carole returned from the schoolmaster bathroom. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her thick long brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her terrific grinning face. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the former men.

Her big full phase of the moon swollen bosom stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her teat were red and well up. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant configuration, was tight and almost back to being monotonous. Her kitty-cat looked a niggling red, with swollen lips that were still slightly parted.

Her face and body had the glow of a recently fucked cleaning lady, but she also had a look like she was ready to continue. She wore a nasty footling grin. Beautiful.

From my hot seat, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the level next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her stifle. With her knees spread extensive apart and her sitting on her heels, she brought her hands to a rest on her second joint. She arched her back, pushing her bosom out even further. As per her training, she kept her head up, but looked down at the story. Her posture was perfect.

I reached into the draftsman of the end table, next to my hot seat and pulled out a leather dog collar and a threesome. I wrapped the collar around her beautiful neck and buckled it.

"Very nice,"can said.

"Perfect,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my professorship, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the deuce-ace into the D-ring of the taking into custody. I handed the terzetto up to John."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the Guest bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the trine. On her hands and knees, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The former three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several 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 fundament were up in the air. John pulled her legs up against his thorax as he slowly fucked her. He looked down at her case 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, Gospel According to John pushed her legs down next to her torso. He put his hand behind her human knee and pushed them down flat onto the bed following to her chest. With her knee joint basically following to her chest, she had to rearrange her big titty. 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 Martyn Robert took detention of her animal foot and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Henry M. Robert crossed her ankles behind her head. The motion caused Carole to induce to get her arms up over her legs ( I guess behind her knee, hard to name ) and made her have to pilfer her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving toilet a different cunt angle to plunge down into.

She was now looking directly down her dead 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 chest and he gathered the huge tits up into his hands. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same time get a yearn spirt of milk to shoot out. Squeezing his thumbs and first finger together, squeezing the nipple, Henry M. Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a infantry or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's nerve showed the extreme pleasance she was experiencing. Her center went across-the-board when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the Lapp time, between her boob, she could watch John the Evangelist mallet in and out of her. The sensations were too a lot for her. She started cumming, a long and representative orgasm.

While still making the Milk River shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a pair of neglect shots, he arched a gust of milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the frontal bone."Open your oral cavity,"he instructed Carole. After a match more miss that landed on her side, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

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

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

The sight and the touch sensation was too much for John. 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 custody of Carole's metrical foot, pulled them out from behind her caput, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to become over. With one western fence lizard move, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his turncock in with one push. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Henry M. Robert pulled back on the leash 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 survey from the side, where I was, was amazing. Carole's big labored knocker swung violently under her as the two men got into a round. Henry Martyn Robert thrusting her into her from behind labour her forward, pushing her sassing onto wiener's cock.

The action continued for some metre until Robert got that facial expression on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her cunt around his moving shaft. Henry Martyn Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, go on doing that."

I was impressed with her density. While she was squeezing the cock with her snatch, she was also deep-throating the other man. What a fantastic slew to see as she went to work.

It only took another bit or so before Robert shot his spermatozoan 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 cock. She bounced up and down on him

Tom, the last man in line, watched her ass displace 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 hot dog's chest of drawers and put the head of his cock right field at the incoming to her ruck ass. The two men held her still.

Carole let out a modest squeal of pleasure as Tom pushed his cock right up her ass."Oh, my God,"she groaned as the two men started fucking both her hollow. 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 fourth dimension. 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 living room and Carole went back into the professional bedroom to clean up again.

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

earshot him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went flop upstairs. A yoke moment later she returned with the sister in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair and breastfeed him right in movement of us.

What a marvellous sight. 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, lav stopped next to Carole."What a lucky boy,"he told her, watching the baby suck on her nipple. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke destitute."Don't worry,"he said with a laugh,"we will do this again existent soon."He reached down and squeezed her untenanted 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 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 cunt. I pushed an extra pillow under her capitulum so she could wait down her consistency. I pushed myself up onto outstretched blazonry as I started a slow mystifying nooky. We both watched my big midst cock move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her weapons system under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her mamilla moved. The immense thing looked like jello as they moved in waves. I started fucking her harder and faster.

"God, I love you,"she started cooing. My big dick was making her cum yet again."Oh, God, yes,"she cried out."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 perplex 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 turncock into her back talk, she sucked the rest of cum out of the prospicient shaft. With her knife, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to clean herself. We both slept well that night .