For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my married woman I will give you some desktop 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 duncical Robert Brown fuzz that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are big, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by enceinte round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful lap around her protruding firmly nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is grueling and round. She always keeps her kitty shaved, except for a modest area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are recollective, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets turn on.

I, on the other bridge player, am a tall, slim, middling looking guy, but I always keep myself in salutary bod. My best attribute was my peter. I am over nine inch long and am very thick, all the way to the bulging mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other cleaning lady, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to dawn all but the tightest holes.

This report is genuine, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some familiarity to conflate some experiences so the story would not drag out on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this chronicle 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 ramp up a group. A grouping of like-minded person that would relish Carole as much as I do. I would receive only friends with money and position. My thinking was that it would be much more reliable and safe than just free-ranging her. I was sure we could work out some deals, maybe workplace in some wife swapping. I had to be selective and be relatively sure they would join before the opportunity was presented. That was the concentrated component part, finding the right men.

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

Henry M. Robert, who was the sure-enough in the gang at thirty-five, was a very successful businessman who owned various different businesses in the sphere. He was short and thin and endure glasses. He was married, but I knew he played around.

John the Divine, on the other deal, was a tall muscular man who owned a serial of gymnasium across the state of matter. Probably the wealthiest of all of us, he was unity and enjoyed the finer things in life…including fine women.

frankfurter was a banker. A very intelligence guy of medium material body and looks, he was married but I knew he was screwing his secretary.

And lastly, there was Tom. He owned a immense gravy boat, yacht, dealership on the bay. He too was married, but there always seemed to be bikini doll on his boats whenever we went out with him.

The game we were playing was just penny poker, not to reach money, but to just induce fun. I knew the men through business, but we were getting to be good friends. We were several deal in and several beers down when Robert asked,"So where is your beautiful wife ?"

"Upstairs with the babe. She should be down soon,"I replied. A few hour later she came around the corner. All the guy cable, including me, stopped everything and stared.

Carole looked amazingly sexy. She had only given birth a couple calendar month before, but she had worked very hard to flatten her stomach and lose the weight. Her outfit highlighted her success.

She was wearing a pair of tight gabardine shorts. Her ass and legs were very shapely and the short pants showed it. Her tummy was exposed because she was wearing a Hooters half-shirt that barely covered her vast mammilla. The maternity had made Carole's 34 d-cup breast grow to a very large size of it ... like an f-cup. She was still nursing the baby, so they were still replete of milk and still fucking huge. The shirt hung over the straw man of her full tits, covering her big areola, but was dead enough to read a lot of under-boob.

She wasn't wearing a bra. From the face angle that I had on her, I could see the curve of her heavily tits from her chest all the way to the straw man of her shirt. I was in awe, as I am sure the other cat were too, that even though she had grown to that size of it, they were still firmly enough to obtain themselves up like that without a bra.

She smiled at us and said,"Hi."When she lifted her hand and gave a little undulation, the shirt lifted and gave us all a fast little coup d'oeil of chocolate-brown areola.

"Hi, baby,"I said, giving her a quick kiss."Can you institute 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,"wiener said. We all knew what he meant.

John asked with a grin,"DOE she bring strip poker ?"

"Yeah,"I laughed,"but she is a wicked participant. She always loses."

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

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

The plot continued and Carole hovered around the mesa bringing us more drinks and snacks. When I deemed the group intoxicated enough, but not too practically, I started intentionally losing each hand. If it looked like I had a chance to win, I would fold, otherwise I would appease in and lose as many centime as I could. Eventually, I was broke.

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

"No,"I said with feigned indignity."How about this. How much do you call up 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 cents. If I lose, she loses her shirt."cent flew onto the table and the cards were dealt. toilet 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 marvelous. Such a beautiful woman with oversized self-conceited tits standing topless in front of us. Wonderful.

"Okay, okay, okay,"I brought the attention back to the secret plan, well variety of."I still don't have any money. How practically for her short ?"

"Nickel,"wiener said again.

I won the next round. Which I thought was gross. So for the side by side respective minutes, I played with my 15 cent as Carole walked around topless still bringing beer to us. There were several clock time that she intentionally rubbed her big breast across one of the men's weapon system or pushed them up against their vertebral column as she put another beer on the table. Soon I was broke again.

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

"Jesus, you are beautiful,"Henry M. Robert told her. He took her helping hand and pulled her over towards him. When she was right in movement of him, he looked her young nude painting physical structure up and down. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her smooth shave pussy looked amazing from his."So beautiful, and you are such a great sport."

Carole smiled at him and said,"Thank you."

I pulled her back over to me.

"Now what ?"Tom asked.

I paused, looking thoughtful."How about the same deal with the winner getting her to sit on his lap for a circle ?"

The bozo 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 leave alone tit, which began leaking a footling milk. The guy wire 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.

Henry M. 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. Robert didn't even pick up his circuit card. Instead, he had turned Carole's human 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 time. When I came back into the living room I stopped, still out of quite a little of the early Guy. Henry Martyn Robert had his pants down around his articulatio talocruralis. 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 rank pleasure. She arched her back and leaned back, putting her mitt on his knees behind her. Still she grinded into him. In this posture, she was basically presenting her big tremendous full tit to him. They bounced in front of his eyes as she fucked herself on his hard cock.

He took full advantage of the presentation. His hands were all over her titmouse. When he squeezed, she leaked Milk River. She quickly reached climax. When she came, she cried out,"Oh, fuck, oh, God, oh, yeah, fuck me, make out me, fuck me."

Even from across the room, I could see her body quake with orgasmic joy. Her soundbox quivered. She was covered with goose swelling. Her nipples hardened and milk dripped faster out of them. Robert pulled one of her nipple up to his mouth and sucked it hard. She shuddered visibly. She stopped moving for a 2nd and looked down at the man sucking her tit.

The entire scene reminded me just how much my wife loves to be intimate. I don't mean she likes to construct lovemaking. I don't mean she likes to have sex. I mean she loves to nookie. She craves that right-down shameless wild 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 stop consonant grinding for quite a while, cumming the entire time.

Carole is one of those few women that can have multiple orgasms. One of the many reason, I think that she loves to screw so much. She can continue to orgasm for proceedings at a time and, after a short recovery, can cum again, and again, and again. It is so wonderful to go through, or even just lookout man. The grammatical construction on her face is so great. That look of add up joy, almost one of sum wonder. One of compliance to the tone, to the pleasure, to the sex. She is completely unable to hold anything back when she is in that moment. She loses focus, becoming a slave to the orgasm.

I decided to take the air back to the table. Carole saw me. The look on her face was one of being totally lost in the pleasance. She wasn't there. She was floating. Her consistency continued to shiver. Her nipples continue to drip. She stopped crying out, instead she just continuously heave for air. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open.

Just at that bit, Henry M. Robert groaned,"Fuck."Everyone at the table knew he was cumming inside her. She didn't arrest attrition as the man emptied his balls up into her. She loved the feeling of the man shooting his hot cum into her. When he was done, he leaned back into his chair.

Just at that moment, Tom, who had dropped his drawers during the action, grabbed Carole's hips and pulled her backrest. She stood up, pulling off Robert's hammer and continue rearward towards Tom. Tom guided her back until she had straddled his wooden leg and then pulled her down onto his steady cock.

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

I watched her face as it changed. It only took a arcminute 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 pussy set him off. He shot his incumbrance up into my wife's snatch. Tom waited a hour, enjoying the moment, 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 hotdog as he moved up behind her. He turned her slightly, so she could grab clench of the table. He bent her forward. Frank then mounted her from behind. His cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

This is always get to determine. When the guy pounds into her, her big boob swing beautifully from the impact. This clock time it was quite a visual modality because she was so huge. Those big dripping udders were so wonderful to look at and take in bounciness 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 upright grip. 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 hard and degenerate. That posture, or any variety of doggy really, would not make Carole cum without extra stimulant 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 position 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 movement of him. He gasped for air, trying to trance 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 Saint 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 muscular 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 quick smack, he swatted her ass."Stand up,"he said. She did. He turned her to face him and he took a long look down her desolation."You have a bully consistence,"he told her. He cupped his handwriting under her big hard full bosom and lifted them up slightly."These are wondrous,"he said. He squeezed them both lightly, making them drip to a greater extent Milk River. Then his deal moved down over her tummy and onto her kitty."I like that you sustain yourself white shaved like this,"he said as his finger's breadth danced over her clit. Her body shuddered slightly from the touch."I like to be able to plainly see the intact pussy. Especially when it is being fucked."

He lifted her up and sat down onto the mesa and then lowered her down onto her back. She lifted her head up off the table and watched his hands as he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. I could see on her boldness that she was well-chosen with what she saw. He moved her on the board so that her ass was on the border of the table 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 cock, don't you ?"

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

"Just like I thought,"he said. He took his rooster in his hand and rubbed it right across her clitoris."You want me to do it 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 cock pass up and down between her pussy rim, but didn't penetrate her."Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my rooster. Say it. Beg for it. say me how much you want me to fuck you, to use you, you fucking slut. Say it !"Just then he pushed the bellied head of his cock into her for just a 2d and then pulled it back out.

"Oh, God, yes,"she started."Please, oh God, please bonk me. please give it to me. Fuck me. shtup me gruelling. Use me. Please. Please."

"More,"Saint John the Apostle said, pushing it far inside her.

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

John the Divine reached down and gathered up her leg and pushed them up into the air. He took her mortise joint in his work force, spread her stage 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 legs up and apart like he was going to draw a wish. His thrusts were herculean and fast. Her stallion body was recoiling from the impacts. Her tits moved in moving ridge, recoiling from the assault on her consistency. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible affair, but every now and then you could make believe out a"fuck me"or"please"or"cock."

When he finally came, it must take been a huge flush. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed,"Oh, my God !"as cum started to squeeze out out around his cock. His pounding didn't plosive, he continued to thrust into her as cum streamed from her pussy.

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

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

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

"So here is the deal,"I started."I knew when I married her she was a sex freak. The girl is an absolute slut. In order to really control her, I had to send her to training. She is now my slave, a total subservient. But she still can't say ‘ no'to sex and still has a need for more men. What I am looking to do is progress a grouping of friends who I can trust. Carole is going to be the loot we will all share. I mean, on occasion we can also act some business 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 kind of training ?"

"She spent a month with a schoolmaster Slave Trainer. She was trained in all scene of being a slavish slave and respect as well as all facet of sexual performance."

"A month ? Really ?"Frank asked, a little outrage."Wow, so you sent her to be fucked for a month by some guy ?"

"cat,"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 can. She looked so beautiful. She was still completely bare. Her thick long brown fuzz flowed down to her shoulders, framing her wonderful smiling face. Her big embrown puppy-dog eyes looked wantonly at me, and then at the other men.

Her big full swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Her nipples were red and tumefy. Her stomach, while still not back to pre-pregnant shape, was tight and almost back to being monotonic. Her pussy looked a slight red, with swollen lip that were still slightly parted.

Her aspect and body had the glow of a recently fucked woman, but she also had a look like she was ready to continue. She wore a tight fiddling smile. Beautiful.

From my hot seat, I looked up at her and then snapped my fingers and pointed to the flooring next to me. Immediately, she moved over next to me and got down on her knees. With her knees spread full apart and her sitting on her hound, she brought her hands to a eternal sleep on her thighs. She arched her back, pushing her tits out even further. As per her training, she kept her head word up, but looked down at the storey. Her military posture was perfect.

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

"Very nice,"John said.

"perfective tense,"Henry M. Robert agreed.

I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my raw married woman, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the catch. I handed the collar up to John."You can take her in there,"I said, pointing to one of the invitee bedroom. John, smiled at me and then pulled on the triad. On her bridge player and articulatio genus, Carole followed the big man, crawling behind him into the bedroom.

The early three men followed them in. I got up and went to get various more beers. When I got in the bedchamber, 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 snatch. Carole moaned continuously,"Oh, yeah ..."Her toes curled into that telltale sign of uttermost pleasure.

After several min in this stead, John pushed her legs down next to her torso. He put his manpower behind her knees and pushed them down flat onto the bed succeeding to her chest of drawers. With her knee basically next to her chest, she had to rearrange her big tits. 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 foreland. Robert took custody of her metrical unit and pulled them the rest of the way back, folding her completely in half. Robert crossed her ankle behind her head. The motion caused Carole to have to bring her arms up over her wooden leg ( I guess behind her knee, hard to discover ) and made her own to lift her head up. It also lifted her ass up off the bed, giving John a unlike pussy angle to plunk 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 ride out in post, Robert let go of them. His hands moved down to her bureau and he gathered the huge tits up into his work force. Bringing them together and squeezing at the same time have a long squirt of Milk River to bourgeon out. Squeezing his thumbs and first fingers together, squeezing the tit, Robert continued to work them. Milk shot out like fountains, sometimes reaching a foot or so up towards the ceiling.

Carole's face showed the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Her eye went wide when she saw milk shoot up into the air. At the same time, between her tits, she could watch Saint John the Apostle cock in and out of her. The ace were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and case orgasm.

While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would set down. After a couple of missed shots, he arched a clap of Milk onto Carole's face, hitting her on the forehead."clear your oral fissure,"he instructed Carole. After a distich more miss that landed on her expression, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth.

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

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

The mint and the feeling was too practically for John. He started to moan and gasp for air. His body trembled as he shot his load up into my wife."God darn, you are a hot piece of music of ass,"he gasped, after he finished.

Robert took storage area of Carole's foot, pulled them out from behind her head, and released them completely. She unfolded. He took hold of the leash and told her to bend over. With one Swift motility, Henry Martyn Robert pulled her up onto her manpower and genu. He lined himself up behind her and shoved his dick in with one poke. Carole gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.

Henry Martyn Robert pulled back on the leash as he started fucking her hard. frankfurter took the opportunity to get up on the bed and move in front end of her. Carole took his tool into her mouth.

The survey from the side, 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 promote her forward, pushing her mouth onto hot dog's cock.

The action continued for some time until Robert got that tone on his face. I knew what was happening. Carole was squeezing her cunt around his moving cock. Robert slapped her ass and said,"Oh, fuck yeah, retain doing that."

I was impressed with her concentration. While she was squeezing the cock with her puss, she was also deep-throating the former man. What a howling mickle to watch as she went to work.

It only took another minute or so before Robert shot his spermatozoon into her. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards off the bed. At the Lapp time, Frank pulled his dick out of my married woman'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 finale man in business line, watched her ass motivate up and down in front of him. Then he looked over at me with a grin."Go ahead,"I said, nodding.

Tom climbed on the bed. He pushed Carole down flat against Frank's dresser and put the head of his cock right at the entree to her ruck up ass. The two men held her still.

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

I took the men back out into the life room and Carole went back into the schoolmaster 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 handwriting. I guess we were too loud, because we woke the baby.

audience him cry, Carole came out of the bedroom and went right upstairs. A couple moment later she returned with the baby in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chairman and breastfeed him right in front of us.

What a wondrous lot. The five of us watched as my son sucked on my nude married woman's tit.

The men all got dressed and got ready to leave. On the way out, John stopped side by side to Carole."What a prosperous boy,"he told her, watching the baby suck on her mammilla. He smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her. The two of them exchanged tongues for a minute before he broke unfreeze."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 alimentation, 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 pegleg apart with mine and pushed my cock up into her still wet used kitty-cat. I pushed an extra pillow under her head so she could look down her physical structure. I pushed myself up onto outstretched arms as I started a slow deep ass. We both watched my big thick peter move slowly in and out of her.

She crossed her arms under her tits, boxing them in. With each thrust, her tits moved. The huge 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."nooky me. nookie me. fucking me."

I started pounding into her as toilsome as I could and continued to until we both came, both of us reaching an gravel orgasm. 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 shot. With her lingua, she cleaned me up and then left the bed to pick herself. We both slept well that night .