Let's Gang Up On My Wife: The Storm

by Hannah Wilde

  “Me and my husband were talking,” Amy begins, “and I think we’ve figured out a way to repay you. If we’re going to be staying here during the storm then the least we could do is help you pass the time.”

  “What do you mean by that?” Carter stammers.

  My wife grins mischievously. “Get over here and I’ll show you.”

  Nobody moves.

  “Come on, boys. I won’t bite,” Amy coaxes.

  Slowly but surly, the gang of muscular roommates all stand up from their spots on the couch and approach my incredible wife, no longer trying to hide their lustful ogling. They quickly surround her and begin to explore her nude body with their hands, feeling her up and gently rubbing against her aching clit.

  Soon enough, the men are removing their cocks from their pants and, the next thing I know, Amy has dropped down to her knees in the middle of the circle. She gazes up at the men with a belligerent lust in her eyes, taking a dick in each hand and quickly getting to work stroking them off.

  “Oh fuck,” Carter moans as my wife’s hand wraps tightly around his shaft.

  My wife wastes no time beating his cock and, as I watch, I begin to pump my hand across my own shaft. I take a seat at a nearby chair as the scene unfolds, my eyes transfixed on the incredible sight of my beautiful wife surrounded by the gang of horny men.

  Amy glances over at me briefly, giving me a playful wink and then opening her mouth wide. She let’s Carter’s enormous cock slip between her lips, the shaft plunging slowly down into the warm depths of her neck.

  I watch as the dick plummets past my wife’s gag relax and then eventually ends up swallowed completely. Amy’s face is pressed tight against Carter’s abs now, locked into position by the girthy rod that has impaled her face in a stunning deep throat.

  My wife holds here for as long as she can and then comes up sputtering, shifting her attention to the next horny roommate and repeating the process. Amy opens wide again, taking this new rod just as expertly as the first.

  The gang of men are clearly impressed by my wife’s sexual prowess, hooting and hollering as they cheer her on. They pass my wife around roughly now, allowing each and every one of them to experience this incredible oral maneuver.

  Eventually, Amy is just too worked up to continue, not out of discomfort, but out of aching, lustful arousal. She needs more.

  “Oh my god,” my wife suddenly announces with a frantic gasp as she pulls the dick from her mouth and falls forward onto the living room floor. “I need you to fuck me! I need you to pound this tight little pussy right in front of my husband!”

  Carter doesn’t waste any time getting to work, stepping up behind my wife and stripping off the rest of his clothes. He climbs down into position behind Amy, carefully aligning the head of his rod with the slick tightness of my wife’s pussy and then teasing the edge.

  “Do it!” Amy commands. “Fuck me! I need a new dick inside of me!”

  Carter chuckles to himself and then glances over at me. “You hear that?” he asks.

  I nod without a word, completely lost in the depravity of it all. I’m beating off furiously now, my entire body trembling with surges of uncanny pleasure.

  “Fuck me!” Amy screams.

  Without hesitating a moment longer, Carter thrusts forward in one long, powerful swoop, stretching the limits of my wife’s slight frame. Amy lets out a howl of aching arousal, her head thrown back and her fingers gripping tightly onto the rug before her. I can tell that she is struggling to adjust to Carter’s enormous size, but as the man behind my wife gets to work she quickly allows her body to relax.

  Soon enough, Carter has picked up speed, hammering away at my wife’s backside in a series of powerful slaps as their skin collides beautifully before me. I can tell that Amy is loving every second of this, her eyes rolled back into her head as her body is flooded with a myriad of sensations.

  “I love fucking this brand new cock!” Amy yells. “I fucking love it!”

  It’s clear that my beautiful wife would’ve had no problem continuing her erotic diatribe, but at this very moment another one of the roommates suddenly kneels down and shoves his massive dick into Amy’s mouth. My wife takes him hungrily, the giant shaft cutting off her words and turning them into an excited gargle.

  The men are plowing Amy at either end now, slamming away at her toned body as she shrieks and squeals between. The other roommates quickly form a line at the front and back, trading out with one another while they have their way with the love of my life.

  I feel as though I’m going to explode any minute now, but I somehow manage to hold off, not wanting this all to reach its climax just yet.

  In a moment of animalistic lust, my wife suddenly lunges forward, releasing the cocks from her body and pushing one of the men back onto the living room rug. Amy straddles herself over him and then reaches down to grab the man’s rock hard dick. My wife quickly aligns the shaft with her slick pussy and then slams down onto it, impaling herself onto the sizable length with a startled yelp.

  Clearly, my wife wasn’t entirely prepared for the sheer size of this particular member, but she immediately gets to work pumping it in and out of her, grinding her hips steadily against the man below. Amy works in long, powerful swoops, rolling her body in a way that is breathtakingly graceful.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Amy is mumbling now, repeating the mantra to herself over and over again.

  Lost in the moment, my wife doesn’t even notice when one of the other roommates climbs down behind her and begins to position himself at the puckered rim of her tightly sealed back door. When Amy finally notices she glances back over her shoulder, startled.

  “Holy shit, really?” my wife gasps. “Two at once? You want me to take two dicks at once?”

  Without answering the man knocking at my wife’s back door pushes forward, causing her to scream out in a mixture of aching pleasure and unavoidable tension.

  The roommates quickly get to work slamming hard within Amy, working her body with their dual piston invasion. My wife is gripping tightly onto the shoulders of the man below her, struggling to relax her taut holes as she taken by these two unfamiliar guys.

  Amy’s gaze drifts up to me for a moment and we lock eyes, entranced by the expressions of extreme pleasure on one another’s faces.

  It’s at this moment that the man stuffed up Amy’s asshole plunges deep and holds, crying out as his massive load explodes within her. I watch as the man behind my wife trembles and shakes, his muscles spasming as every last drop of spunk empties out into Amy’s rectum.

  When this roommate finally finishes and pulls out, another horny suitor is quick to take his place. This man’s cock is just as massive as the first, but by using the previous load as lube he has no problem entering my wife in a second brutal double penetration.

  This triad quickly picks up where the last one left off, slamming into each other with all of their force until, eventually, the man in Amy’s butthole ejects a cum blast of his own.

  They continues for a while until all of the guys have had a chance to unleash their mighty payloads of jizz into Amy’s rump, filling her to the brim and letting their cum spill out in a series of pearly streaks. The only one left to blow is the man in my wife’s pussy, and me.

  “Get over here,” Amy coos, beckoning me towards her with a hooked finger. “I want you to be the last one to pound your slutty little wife’s reamed asshole.”

  I do as I’m told, getting behind Amy and positioning my throbbing, swollen cock at her cum covered backdoor.

  “Fuck me!” my wife demands, growing impatient.

  I plunge down into her slick anal tunnel, blown away by its tightness thanks to the cock that remains firm within Amy’s pussy. I can’t help but begin to frantically pound away at my wife’s ass, overwhelmed by a blinding arousal unlike anything I have ever experienced.

  We quickly find a rhythm together, writhing and moaning with frantic enthusiasm until suddenly all three of
us are exploding in powerful orgasms. I throw my head back and let out a ferocious scream, expelling my seed into Amy while she is simultaneously filled by the man below her.

  I can feel my wife’s pussy clench tight as wave after wave of orgasm flows through her body. When it finally passes, we collapse in a heap on the living room floor.

  The rest of the gang suddenly bursts into a wild applause around us. I look up to see Carter extending his hand and helping me to my feet, followed by my wife.

  “That was amazing,” Amy gushes.

  “Not a bad way to wait out the storm,” Carter chuckles in response, then looks past us through the massive living room windows.

  I turn and follow Carter’s gaze to find that the dark clouds have broken apart now, clearing the sky and leaving nothing but glorious blue beneath. Streaks of light stream through, including one that seems to shine down directly upon us.

  “A rainbow,” Amy notices, pointing out across the city skyline.

  I put my arm around my wife and pull her close to me, kissing her on the cheek.

  “You know, the storm might be over,” I whisper in her ear, “but I don’t think this is a fantasy that depends on the weather.”

  Sometimes a little extra can go a long way! As a special treat from me to you, please enjoy this fun and filthy bonus story:

  LET’S DP MY WIFE

  Wedding Night

  My wife, Kali, loves music. It’s always playing and, thanks to the wonders of wireless technology, it follows us wherever we go. From the house, to the car, to the walls of my social media; when she gets excited about some new artist there’s no missing it. Music is forever ingrained in my wife’s live, and therefore it’s ingrained in mine.

  Kali’s borderline obsessive about her hunt for new bands, and once she finds something that she like she devours entire back catalogs in a matter of days. It’s actually quite impressive the way that she consumes musical information.

  I, on the other hand, am a casual listener. I know what I like and I pretty much stuck to it, not really taking any sort of the pride in the artists that I know or don’t know. Thanks to my wife, however, my knowledge of up and coming artists is well above average but it’s only due to the constant information run off. She drags me along to shows, of which there are plenty due to the fact that we live in Los Angeles, but I tend to get bored early and end up resting my feet at a stool by the bar while she goes crazy in the mosh pit.

  The funny thing is, you wouldn’t really know it when looking at her. My wife isn’t some kind of spiky haired, pierced up punk rocker, although she’s got a few subtle tattoos from her college years. With her long blonde hair and absolutely incredible body, you’d probably expect her to be hanging out on a beach rather than fighting her way to the front of the stage at a rock and roll gig.

  Lately, she’s been head over heels about a new band, called The Hornet’s Nest. They’re a pretty raucous bunch, but I have to admit I like the little bit that I’ve heard coming from the speakers of Kali’s laptop while she works. It’s a strange blend of psychedelic prog-rock and modern punk that’s weirdly easy to swallow given this brief summary. There’s an obvious edge, though, and I think that’s what Kali likes.

  It almost seems to be about more than just the music with her. Kali reads interviews and knows the band member’s history backwards and forewords. The lead singer of The Hornet’s Nests is the background image on her phone.

  At least she’s got good taste. The guy is great looking in a bad-ass, leather jacket wearing kind of way. I’d probably mind Kali’s obsession more if she was into fresh-faced teenybopper pop.

  We’re out to lunch one afternoon when the new Hornet’s Nest single comes floating down from the restaurant speakers above. Kali immediately perks up and smiles.

  “Oh my god.” She announces to me. “I love this song.”

  “I know.” I say with a slight eye roll.

  Kali starts to nod her head as she eats, following along to the rhythm. Eventually, she starts to hum with the music and then finally looks up at me and begins passionately crooning the words, loud enough for the people eating around us to hear her and take notice.

  “Stop.” I moan, embarrassed as I glance around at the other tables.

  My shyness does nothing but egg her on. Kali launches into the chorus at full volume and suddenly I’m reaching across the table, laughing and desperately trying to quiet her down.

  “I can’t bring you anywhere!” I joke as she finally stops and lets out a satisfied giggle.

  “Come on,” Kali says with a smirk. “How can you not sing along with this song?”

  “The song is good.” I tell her. “But this sandwich is better.”

  “Please.” Kali rolls her eyes. “Tom Jordans is the best lyricist in the last twenty years. Are you even listening?”

  “I don’t really pay attention to the lyrics.” I admit, which is comically upsetting to Kali. I’ve got no problem admitting that I like to play up my musical ignorance around her.

  She throws her hands up in mock anger. “Gah! You have no idea what you’re missing.”

  “You just think the singer’s cute.” I tell her. “The lyrics are just a front.”

  Kali cracks a smile. “So what if I do?”

  I shrug, playing along. “Well, you’re never going to meet him so I’m not too worried about it.” I tell her.

  “Oh, and you’re going to meet Carli Foxx?” She asks, poking back.

  I immediately know what she’s referring to; our list.

  The list is an idea between couples, where they agree to let the other person sleep with a certain celebrity without any anger or recourse should the opportunity arise. This is mostly done as a joke although, due to the fact that we live in LA, it’s not actually that unlikely in our case. Still, I’m willing to take my chances, especially with the beautiful blonde porn starlet Clari Foxx at the top of my list.

  “Is Tom Jordans on your list now?” I ask her. “I think you’re going to have to bump somebody off.”

  The length of a couple’s list can vary, but ours in particular are only three celebrities long.

  “I’m bumping off everyone.” She teases. “Just Tom Jordans three times.”

  “Fine, I’m doing the same thing with Carli Foxx then.” I laugh. “You know, strategically that makes absolutely no sense, but I see what you’re getting at.”

  Eventually, the conversation dies down into the usual fair for a married couple that’s been together as long as we have. Discussions of work, the house that we’re talking out buying and whether or not we can afford it as a young couple; that kind of thing. All the while, however, I can’t stop thinking about the way that my beautiful wife is so obsessed with this other, very attractive man.

  The idea of Kali fucking this guy is not something that would ever happen within the realm of reality, but I can’t help being strangely turned on by the thought of it.

  I’m not the jealous type, within reason, but I’m slightly jealous of her adoration in what feels like a good way. It’s a deep, dull jealousy that aches away within the flesh of my cock, simmering as a powerful lustful desire.

  We finally finish and I pay, then head out the front doors of the restaurant into the beaming California sun.

  “That was really good.” Kali says, grabbing me by the arm and pulling herself close as we walk. “Thank you, Evan.”

  “No problem.” I tell her.

  Suddenly, Kali stops dead in her tracks. She’s looking at the marquee of large bustling record store, which, these days, is already a rare enough sight in itself.

  “What is it?” I ask, completely obliviously of what she seems to notice so plainly.

  “The Hornet’s Nest are doing an in store performance here tomorrow night!” She squeals with excitement. “Do you wanna go?”

  I don’t, actually. I’ve got heaps and heaps of stuff to get done for work on Monday and a concert tomorrow night seems like nothing but another thing to be stresse
d out. However, Kali is more than a little excited and it would obviously mean a lot to her if I were to come along to watch her favorite band play. Besides, I can’t just leave her alone with the guy who makes up all three spots on her list.

  “Sure.” I tell her with a smile. “Sounds like fun.”

  The next day we show up to the record store early and find our place in line. The whole street is a complete fiasco with people lined up around the block and hot dog vendors everywhere, preying on the hunger of those trying desperately to hold their place. My wife is done up to the nines, wearing a short black skirt over a tight, pink one-piece.

  A guy with a small mechanical device walks past us down the line, clicking once as he goes for every person he sees.

  “Do you think that means we got in?” Kali asks me.

  “I don’t know.” I answer.

  Suddenly, there is a booming voice from about twenty feet down the sidewalk from us. “Already everybody!” The man with the counter is shouting. “If you’re after this person in line, you’re not seeing the show today. We’re going to be at capacity here. I’m sorry about that.”

  His announcement is met with a sea of disappointed groans as the less fortunate fans disperse back to wherever they came from. Kali claps her hands together with girlish excitement and suddenly the remainder of us who haven’t been turned away start moving foreword towards the entrance.

  “Once we get inside I’m going to push my way to the front.” She tells me. “You coming?”

  I shake my head. “No thanks baby, but you go ahead.”

  Kali nods as we cross through the threshold of the record store and immediately disappears through the crowd, cutting across the ocean of people like a shark as she cruises directly to the edge of the small, makeshift stage. She gets a few angry glances from the fans that she pushes by, but it’s hard to stay that upset with someone as cute as my beautiful blonde wife.

  I casually find a place to stand at the back of the room and take in the proceedings. The crowd is what I would have expected, young and hip, with a slight but not entirely disproportionate lean towards the female gender.