“It would just be weird, you know?” I said to Dan. “I mean, being with another guy in front of you honey.”
I longed for being with other men. I thought about Dan’s small cock as my memories languished in my mind. I longed to be the object of desire by three men at once. Being the sole sexual fixation of every man in a room was an aphrodisiac that few women would ever understand. But I couldn’t let my husband know how I felt about it. I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted it of my own free will. I couldn’t let on to him the things that I had done in my past. But then I had an idea.
“I guess it would be different” I told him, “If I was really drunk or out of control, and it just happened right in front of you without me having to understand what was going on, you know? Then it would be different I guess…”
Chapter 3
“Here you go boys” I told them, as I replenished their drinks.
It was Dan’s monthly poker game, and it was our turn to host. They were already several hours in, and the conversation had already started to take a raunchy turn. I put another scotch and soda in front of Dan, but I was pretty certain he was probably past the point where he needed another. I leaned over the table to hand James his next beer and I watched as his eyes predictably went down my blouse.
“Thanks sugar” James said, like the black Casanova that he was. “For the view, as well as the beer.”
In his true exhibitionist style, Dan had always liked me to dress provocatively in front of his friends when we were hosting the monthly card game. I had a skirt on that barely covered my ass as well as a top that plunged nearly to my navel. My tits were more or less covered if I stayed upright, but the slightest move put them on display. Bending over to hand a beer to James was a move that I was sure gave everyone at the table a nice show.
I straightened up suddenly at his comment and knocked Neil’s beer over, spilling it on the table. I caught it clumsily on the way down and was able to salvage it from making a total mess. It was enough of a gaffe to elicit hoots from the four of them though, and I knew I had shown my tits again as I juggled the bottles. I had my own drink in my hand and it was enough for them to start with the comments.
“I think your old lady is tying a good one on there Dan”
“Julie, maybe you should slow down on the screwdrivers!”
“Don’t get too loaded, we need someone to keep feeding us drinks”
I laughed off the comments and retreated into the kitchen to throw away the soaked napkins from the beer spill. I put my drink on the counter while I got myself together and peeked through the doorway to look at the four of them playing cards. The thought of James looking down my blouse excited me, and I would have killed just to get a look at his horny, black cock. I would have loved to take a shot at all three of Dan’s friends, and as I looked at my drink on the counter the idea started to blossom.
I had very little to drink – I had barely put a splash of vodka in the screwdrivers I had made. I knew if I made a show of being drunk in front of them it would take very little for them to take the bait, and I knew my husband was already three sheets to the wind and would likely jump at the opportunity. I reached for my glass and poured the rest of my cocktail down the drain. I then filled my glass half full with straight orange juice and staggered back into the dining room.
“All better” I slurred, as I stood swaying behind my husband’s chair.
I watched the three other men turn to look at me, and I felt their eyes roaming over my body. I swayed for another second before raising the orange juice to my lips and draining the glass empty. Even Dan turned to look at me as I giggled and then spoke to them again.
“Need another – you boys need anything else?” I said.
“Nothing that comes from a bottle” James said, as he sat peering at my tits. ‘But thanks anyway sugar.”
I staggered back into the kitchen and refilled my glass with orange juice, giving it the tiniest splash of vodka in case anyone wanted to give it the sniff test. I hurried back to the kitchen door and listened to the conversation at their card table.
“Julie is looking fine, if you don’t mind my saying so Danny” Frank said.
“Hell yeah” James said, before Dan ever had a chance to retort. “All kinds of putting her shit on display for the card game, you’re a lucky man.”
“She looks like she’s tying a load though Danny” Neil said. “You better watch that shit around a pack of dogs like this, that’s how trouble starts.”
Dan said nothing to discourage them, and I hadn’t expected that he would. He loved having me on display in front of his friends, and listening to them talk about me was all the encouragement that I needed. I shifted my blouse again, making sure that it was loose enough to show them the goods. I then staggered out into the dining room one last time to finish baiting my trap.
“You boys all good here?” I said, stepping behind my husband.
They answered with a chorus of nods, although I knew that I had three sets of eyes on me. I leaned over to kiss Dan on the cheek – a move that I knew once again put my tits on display for the table. I then stood back up in a hobble and yawned, stretching my arms out above my head.
“I’m going to go lay down on the couch then, I’m feeling a little woozy” I said, punctuating the end of the sentence with a giggle.
I sashayed to the couch, which I knew was plainly visible to the men at the table. I felt their eyes on me, and I wiggled my ass in a way that I knew would keep their eyes from leaving me. I flopped on the couch on my back, wiggling myself into the cushions as I prepared to get comfortable. I then closed my eyes and waited, with an excitement that would have never let me fall asleep.
Chapter 4
“Man, your old lady is three sheets to the wind” Neil said.
“Yeah, she’s out like a light” Frank agreed.
It had only been about thirty minutes before they started coming to that conclusion, but I knew that they had been peering at me the entire time. I had my eyes closed and I had only shifted my body a couple of times in that span of time, but I could feel their eyes never leaving me. The thought of what they must be thinking was driving me crazy. I just knew that my husband’s friends were thinking about my body and what they would like to do to it.
All I needed now was for one of them to take the initiative…
“Yeah, she’s hammered” I heard my husband say, tossing his agreement onto the table.
They had continued drinking after I had made my move to the couch, so I knew that Dan’s judgment would be just as clouded as any of the men at the table. But I also knew that Dan fantasized about watching me with other men, the question was how he would handle it in real life if the situation presented itself. I could feel the clock ticking, and I was starting to think my effort would be in vain. But then James spoke – of course it would be James who would take the bait…
“I don’t know man” he said. “Maybe you should let us help your old lady to bed.”
There was nothing chivalrous in his suggestion, not that any sober person would have seen anyway. I heard the awkward pause at the table, and I could almost hear the wheels in my drunk husband’s head turning. The sound of chairs pulling away from the table broke the silence, and then James spoke again.
“Go ahead Dan, you fetch another round of drinks, and we’ll take her upstairs for you” he said.
I heard the muted sound of my husband’s approval as he got up to leave the table, followed by several sets of footsteps that came closer to the couch. I tried with all of my might to remain motionless, but could already feel my pussy tingling. And then their hushed whispers began.
“Goddamn, look at that”
“He’s a lucky guy”
“Fucking A…”
“Ok, give me a hand…”
There were several sets of hands on me at once, while Neil jostled me lightly to see if I was awake.
“Julie?”
Pause…
“She’s
out cold man”
“Ok, I’ve got her – here, give me a hand…”
I knew the last voice was James, and I felt him hoist me off the couch. He slung one of my limp arms around his neck, while one of the other men grabbed my other arm, steading my slumped body between them. I murmured something to them, just enough to tell them I was on the edge of consciousness but not completely there. And then I felt them guide me to the stairs.
“Fuck, she’s out” one of them said as I felt us ascending the stairs.
I could hear the noise of activity in the kitchen, and I knew by now my husband was out of earshot, and certainly out of site. I was also starting to feel hands on my ass as they helped me up the stairs. At first the hands were on the outside of my skirt, under the guise of steadying my movement between the two men. But the hands were soon under the skirt, touching my panty covered ass as we moved up the stairs. The feeling of their touch thrilled me even as we reached the top.
“Ok, bedroom to the right” one of them whispered.
I felt them carrying me to the bedroom, a room that up until this point had only been shared between my husband and I. We made a ninety degree turn and in a moment I was being laid on the bed, with a gentleness that made me think they were going to bow out gracefully. I could sense them still standing there though, in a silence that told me they were considering their next move. This time it was Neil who spoke.
“We can’t let her go to bed in all those clothes, can we?”
Jackpot!
I was lying on my stomach, with the three of them standing directly behind me. The anticipation of what was going to come next was killing me. Would they try to take off my blouse? I was wearing a skirt, certainly that would be the easy route? No sooner had the thought gone through my head, than I felt the skirt being lifted, and I felt the cool air of the room on my ass.
“Fuck, look at that ass” one of them whispered. “Get those panties off.”
It only took a second before I felt a hand dip below my waistband, starting to slowly tug my panties down. I knew my pussy would be plenty wet – the wetness had started long ago when I was just thinking about this on the couch downstairs. I felt the hand continue to tug, being tentative as if fearful of causing me to stir. After several failed attempts a second set of hands lifted my hips just enough and I felt the silk garment being pulled down my body.
“Holy shit, look at that snatch” someone said. “Fucking perfect.”
There was a hush after the comment, and I wondered how hard each of the three cocks in the room was getting. I had three sets of eyes on my naked ass, and the very thought was making my pussy wetter. I wanted more – much more. And I only hoped that they were willing to take advantage of me – me, the only sober person in the room.
I felt a finger touch me and my body reflexively jumped at the touch. The finger paused and I heard one of them gasp, and then they settled when I kept from making any more movements. The finger continued its exploration, moving down my ass to the wet furrow between my legs. I felt it slide across the lips of my pussy, and only then did I understand how wet I really was.
“Jesus Christ she’s fucking soaked” a voice that I identified as Frank said.
“I need to see more” another voice said, and it was unquestionably James who said it. “I need to see those titties.”
I heard the hushed responses of agreement from the other two men. Much to my dismay the finger left my pussy, and I felt hands on my body, gently rocking me to get me onto my back. It was James who was over me, turning my body, and he spoke to me once more while he flipped me.
“Easy Julie, easy girl” he whispered, as if he expected me to be hearing him. “Big James is just going to get you undressed for bed baby.”
He succeeded in getting me onto my back, and I felt my naked ass on the sheets of our big bed. I gave them a quiet murmur in response, as if to indicate I was at least partially coherent. It was enough of a muted reply to keep them going, which was exactly what I had wanted. I felt James started to work on the remaining buttons of my blouse while another finger was placed on my wet pussy.
“Holy fuck, you’re right” I heard Neil say. “She’s fucking wet.”
None of them acknowledged him, and James was busy taking off my blouse. He pulled it from my body in a motion that was less than graceful, and I felt his eager fingers moving to the clasp of my bra behind me. The clasp came free and a moment later he was pulling off my bra, with slightly less grace that the way he had removed my blouse. I then heard a hushed chorus of whistles.
“Fuck yeah” James said as my naked breasts came into view. “Look at those titties.”
I felt his big, black hand touching me, massaging my aching left breast. I could feel my nipples hardening, and even with my eyes closed I knew they were pointing directly at the ceiling. My nipples had always been my hotspot, and I knew that now they were particularly hard. And almost as if he could read my mind, I felt his hand close over my breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers.
I couldn’t help myself from letting out a moan, although I had managed to stifle most of it as soon as it left my lips. I heard the three of them react, no doubt encouraged by my bodies responsiveness to their touch. I felt a third set of hands on me now, propping a leg up in order to spread my legs just a bit wider. And then all at once I felt all motion cease, and it was Frank that I heard speak next.
“Hi Dannie…”
Chapter 5
I felt the tension in the room and I knew this was the moment of truth. I was naked on the bed in front of his three friends and I knew it was a spectacle. But I also knew it was a fantasy my husband had obsessed over for a while now. And more than that, it was something that I wanted – something that I missed from my previous life.
The silence in the room dragged on for what seemed an eternity. No one moved, and I realized I still had at least a couple of their hands on my naked body. I started to believe he wasn’t going to go through with it. I started to think I would be pleasuring myself tonight. And then my husband spoke, shattering the quiet tension that had been hanging in the hot bedroom.
“Here – let me hold one of her legs.”
In an instant bodies started moving, and it pained me that I couldn’t yet open my eyes to see. I heard zippers and the rustle of clothing and the fast breathing of excited men – yet I didn’t know what would be coming first. I felt hands on my legs – lifting me, propping me. And then I heard Neil’s voice, thick with the sound of lust.
“That’s it, right there…”
I felt the bed depress from the weight of him between my legs. A second later I felt it - the wet tip of an unfamiliar cock touching the edge of my moist pussy. He fumbled as he steadied himself, no doubt from the combination of his excitement and the alcohol clouding his brain. I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips, putting my pussy in perfect position for his hard, waiting cock.
“Yeah, oh god, that’s it” he groaned, and I felt the glorious feeling of a strange cock sliding into my waiting pussy.
I felt hands on my legs, keeping me propped in order for Neil to fuck me. The idea that one of those sets of hands was Dan’s thrilled me in a way I had never felt before. I knew he was excited too – it was his fantasy come to life. The feeling of hands on my tits broke my concentration as I felt Neil start to dig in to start to fuck me faster.
“God Dannie – your wife’s pussy feels so fucking good” he panted, as he started rising and falling on me faster.
I felt two hands on my tits now – two of the men in the room fondling me and tweaking my nipples. The combination of their hands stroking me – touching me – combined with the stiff fucking I was getting was almost too much. In spite of myself, I let a soft moan escape my lips.
“Wifey likes it too” I heard James say, and it only made me hotter.
I felt Neil’s body start to shudder, and I knew what that meant. His body was thrashing wildly, and I knew he wasn’t going to last. I felt his body twitch
and heard him groan at exactly the same time. And then I felt his cock – twitching - and a moment later felt the warmth of him spilling out inside of me.
“Fuck!” he moaned as his body slowly stopped moving.
“Move over” I heard James say. “My turn now. And turn her over.”
Chapter 6
I felt them turning my naked body over, preparing me for what was going to be coming next. And I knew that it would be what I really wanted. I knew that James was going to fuck me whichever way he wanted. I had always been intrigued by my husband’s sexy black friend, and I knew that he had always been obsessed with me. And now he was going to fuck me.
And he was going to do it right in front of my husband…
“That’s it, that’s it” James said. “Prop her up – get her on her knees.”
I felt their hands on me, pulling me, lifting me to my knees. I put my arms out to steady myself, not caring if I gave up the fact I wasn’t totally incapacitated anymore. In the heat of the moment, I’m not sure any of them even realized.
“Right there” I heard James say, as I felt his hands on my hips.
I felt his cock touch me, and I knew in an instant this was going to be different. He pushed himself forward and the first inch told me it was bigger than anything I had ever felt in my life. I felt him push harder, and my tired pussy opener further, trying to accommodate his big, black tool. His hands remained on my hips, alternating between rubbing me and pulling on me, doing whatever he could do to impale me on his big cock.
I felt a set of hands on my tits rubbing me and I moaned, losing myself to the sensations that were overcoming my body. Then it was two sets of hands at my chest, rubbing and tugging at me, while that big, black cock continued to push inside me. My single moan had grown to a chorus of noises, and I heard them all reacting.
“Jesus, she’s hot Danny!”
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