by Matthew Lee
Like me, these guys apparently did not care about sliding into another man's jizz.
White leaned forward and his cock disappeared. Amy arched her back as he invaded her, driving that long pole as far up inside my sexy wife as he could get it.
Simon took his place at her mouth and Amy seemed too delirious at first to understand. He held her head still and forced his cock against her lips and her eyes opened and then her lips did too. Both men fucked her at each end as deeply as they could. I saw Meagan watching and masturbating on the couch and I wished I'd not cum so fast because I was getting hornier by the second.
Big Black had dropped into a chair to catch his breath and Simon said something to him. He nodded. Simon said something to Skinny White and he nodded too, and then pushed my wife's legs back and to each side. She was spread open like a whore. Skinny leaned over her and began fucking her hard, trying to make himself cum, oblivious to Amy's pleasure. Amy seemingly loved this treatment and climaxed again, well before Skinny emptied his nuts inside her. He came a long time and from my angle I saw his pulsing ball sack lift and drop many times.
Who were these guys?
He withdrew his shaft slowly, Amy's pussy lips clinging desperately to every inch, until the head cleared her opening and swung down. Several globs of semen dripped to the floor. Simon moved around and leaned over Amy to talk to her. She seemed dreamy and far away but got herself to focused enough to talk, and I saw her face soften and a smile spread across her lips as she recognized Simon. Her hand floated up and caressed his face and then pulled him down to kiss her passionately. Her other hand snaked between her legs until she found his rock-hard shaft and she gently lined him up and guided him home.
The Big Black and Skinny White had fucked my wife; Simon made love to her. More accurately, they made love to each other. I remembered that brief clip Meagan had first shown me and the electric way Amy responded to Simon, and here it was again only infinitely more intimate. My wife melted into him; curling her hips to meet each slow thrust, pressing her body against his so tightly she seemed to want to merge flesh. Their kisses were filled with yearning and desire. Although he'd just allowed two men to fuck her, he obviously cared for her deeply. He touched her tenderly, gently, reverently.
Their passion and excitement built slowly. Simon pushed her legs way back like Skinny had done and I got another look at his cock and holy Christ was he thick, probably the thickest I'd ever seen, including porn. Amy held onto him with all her strength and when I saw her toes point, I knew she was cumming again. Seconds later I heard her wailing cry muffled by the window. Simon didn't pause or even slow down and kept pounding her until, long minutes later, she cried out a second time, screaming and twisting her body hard, nearly breaking her back.
Simon laid his weight on top of her and his hips kept pounding. His scrotum swung back and forth rapidly until he pushed his pelvis forward and held it there, his head tossing and rolling, and I knew he was filling my wife with sperm for her third time that night.
He held himself buried for a long time but eventually pulled out and brought his equipment to her mouth to be cleaned. She was half unconscious but knew what she needed to do and gratefully licked him clean, balls and shaft and head. He dropped into a chair like the others and Amy let her arms and legs splay; a sperm-filled starfish. She absentmindedly dipped a finger into her oozing cunt and tasted it.
Everyone stayed where they were for the time being and I saw mouths moving. Meagan laughed and Amy did too. Simon shook his head like he was amazed by something. Skinny White got out of his chair and stood over Amy's head, then lowered his balls sack to her mouth. She was happy to serve. I saw her tongue swabbing every inch as he stroked himself to half-mast. Meagan left her seat and knelt by Amy's face and captured his cock-head in her mouth and bobbed and he froze as both women pleasured him.
I guessed his thighs started to burn because he finally pulled back and sat down again. Meagan turned her attention to Amy and the women started making out, feeling each other's bodies, teasing nipples. Meagan stood over Amy like Skinny had done and lowered her pussy to Amy's mouth. My wife lapped Meagan's cunt like she loved it, gripping her thighs so she couldn't leave, getting her off until Meagan came like an earthquake.
That was when I realized I should have been recording all this.
Fuck.
I sat down on the ground and waited. They all needed some time to recover but my instinct told me they weren't finished. Nobody got dressed.
Sure enough, after some drinks passed around and group conversation, Big Black got hard again and Meagan and Amy buried their faces in his lap to suck him dry. I tapped the buttons on my phone.
Amy had the head in her mouth when he went off so she just sucked and gulped and swallowed. I got stiff again watching her drink that hot black sperm right from the source. Skinny came around behind the girls while they were on all fours and spread Amy's ass cheeks. His spear was sticking straight out. I loved how much these men desired my wife. He leaned forward and Amy jumped as his head penetrated her and then she pushed back, helping him bury it. Simon moved to take Big Black's seat and both girls buried their faces again, licking and sucking.
On my phone, I recorded everything.
The group was insatiable. I noticed no matter which girl brought which guy close to cumming, it was always Amy that took the load. Sometimes down her throat but more often deep in her pussy, Amy was the guest of honor. All four of them used her however they wished and she welcomed it. A couple times the guys fingered her ass and once Meagan made Amy cum by eating it, but none of the men fucked her ass. Cocks too big, I guessed, or maybe Amy had rendered it off-limits; we'd tried anal sex, once, but she said it hurt too much so we never tried again.
Not that they needed that hole too; these guys were studs. My wife had more orgasms than I could keep track of. By the time I left, tired and sore from crouching in my dirty hiding place and jerking off repeatedly, she'd cum at least six times.
When I got home I stripped and showered. I was still horny as fuck as images kept crowding my mind. My wife was such a slut! I had to completely reevaluate my understanding of her. I lay on our bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew they were all still going at it. I'd never in my life pictured my wife in a gang-bang. Now I had memories as well as recorded footage. My wife in a gang-bang! I shook my head in disbelief.
I was getting hornier by the second but not harder. My exhausted penis was done for the night but my mind wasn't.
One of the last things I saw before I left Simon's house was my wife on her knees with a forest of heavy, long, thick cocks swinging around her face. She sucked all three at the same time, jumping back and forth between them, hungry for the hot liquid they would ultimately feed her.
I woke up several hours later, still on top of the comforter. The house was quiet. I checked my phone but no messages, of course. A glance at the clock showed two o'clock in the morning. I played the first silent video and watched Skinny White fuck my wife like a dog, slamming her from behind so hard her tits wobbled and jumped all over the place. Next I watched her suck Simon's fat cock until he filled her cheeks with semen. I counted and discovered I'd made thirty two different videos of my wife's debasement, some as long as ten minutes. In one night I had acquired a library of Amy porn. I chuckled. Of course I'd show her as soon as she got home. I wondered what her reaction might be. I fell back asleep.
I awoke to the sound of our front door shutting. I checked the clock and saw five in the morning. It was still dark outside. I heard a purse and shoes hit the kitchen floor, silence, and then our bedroom door open. Amy was back-lit by the night-light in the hall, and she was beautiful. She'd dropped her dress outside the bedroom too and crept in on bare feet. I saw the outline of her sexy body approach the bed, the dim light just enough to make out her hips and legs, long dark hair, the large pale orbs of her breasts topped by dark circular nipples. I smelled the cum on her, a warm, unbaked bread dough scent.
I wa
s instantly aroused. My penis was still too tired to get hard but I wanted her at that moment more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. She was a Goddess, a Nymph, Aphrodite sneaking back into the palace through her bedroom window after a wild night out.
In the darkness I grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her down to the bed. She yelped with surprise. I sucked her nipples fiercely and she gasped and then quickly buried my face in her pussy and my tongue as far up into her as I could get it. Her gasp turned into a whimper and grew into a moan. I devoured her, ruthlessly tongue-lashing her sopping and unfaithful cunt. She responded immediately, hungry for the touch of her clearly forgiving husband, longing to be taken by the man she needed most. I brought her to climax in minutes and held her thighs as she thrashed and convulsed in our marital bed.
I continued softly licking and kissing her as she returned to earth.
“Oh my God! I wanted that so badly. You're a mind reader.”
“I took what I wanted my love.”
She tilted my face up to see my eyes, as much as she could in the darkness.
“Baby,” she confessed, “I've been a bad, bad, naughty wife. A very naughty wife.”
“I know, Honey. I know all about it.”
I almost heard her gears turning.
“What did you taste, Baby? Did I taste funny? A little different?” I heard teasing in her voice.
I decided to be bold.
“All of them, Amy. I tasted all of them; Simon, Big Black, Skinny White. I even tasted pretty Meagan.”
Through the darkness I saw her jaw drop open.
“I win,” I teased.
“What the fuck? Yes, you do! What the fuck? Did Simon call and tell you what happened?”
“Nope.”
Gears, gears, gears. “Then what the hell?”
I waited for dramatic effect.
“I traced your phone. I found you. I climbed the wall around Simon's mansion and I watched you through a window.”
I let her sort out all the crashing in her head, wondering what would eventually come out of her mouth first.
“You, you, watched me? You saw all that?” Her voice kept rising. “Honey, tell me the truth; you saw me with all those men? You saw what happens to me, what I become, and you still love and want me? You saw that and you're still here, waiting for me to get home?”
“I love you more than ever, Amy.”
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”
Her voice was now so full of strain I thought she might start crying. She was paralyzed with disbelief so I moved up the bed and kissed her.
“To tell you the truth,” I whispered, “it turned me on.”
She grabbed my head and mauled me. Her hot kisses rained down faster than I could return them. “Did you stay until the end?”
“No, I was cramped and my nuts were emptied. I left after a few hours. I figured you five would go all night.”
She moaned and kept her kisses coming. “We did, but you missed Troy and Reggie. Two more men showed up and they fucked me too. Honey I'm such a slut. I love getting fucked. I love big dicks. I love making them hard and I love sucking on them and I love feeling them fucking me. I lose my mind. I go crazy. Can you still love me?”
I felt a rush of adrenaline at her mention of two more men and regretted leaving early.
She continued. “I never knew these things about myself. How could I? The path we took to get to this moment was so unpredictable and wild. Do you realize I got goose bumps driving home? I did. I thought about what I'd just done and started to get wet again. Then it occurred to me how much sperm I carried and from how many men and I had to pull over. I got so excited my hands were shaking too much to drive. Is there something wrong with me, Baby?”
“Fuck that,” I replied. “You aren't hurting anyone and you aren't lying to me.” I thought about my next question before I asked it. “Was it just you and Simon that first time at his home? Or were his friends over that time too?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“When you got home you seemed...funny...like you were hiding something. I wondered if that was it.”
“You know me so well, Honey. Yes, they showed up later, after Simon pounded me senseless. I was drunk on sex when they walked through the door and didn't even try to cover myself. They started kissing and touching me and passing me around and soon I was surrounded by four big hard cocks. I just let myself go. I stopped trying to act proper and gave in fully to what I wanted. I love it.”
“If you love it, you love it. I get a little jealous but not enough to stop you. I love it too. In fact, I love it so much, I filmed it.”
She was buried in thought and it took a minute for my words to sink in but once they did her head snapped up to look at me.
“What?”
“Yup. Check these out.”
I showed her the videos and she was enthralled, critiquing herself and how she looked but also commenting on the action and how hot it was. It took a while but we watched them all. She smiled ruefully.
“It's ironic,” she said. “Simon makes those kind of movies too.”
Bingo. The light bulb went on. All that money and every guy hung like a horse? Of course. Why, oh why, did we ever meet Frankie for Pizza? A gnawing sensation started in the bottom of my stomach. My mind jumped into the future. I knew eventually my wife would make a movie for him. That path seemed inevitable. When she brought her eyes up to mine I already knew they'd contain that unspoken question, and they did, because she asked me if she could. I had to laugh. No sense in me backing down now.
“Amy, we both know what my answer will be but just out of curiosity, how much will he pay you?”
“Ten thousand, but we'd film off Seychelles. I'd be gone six weeks. I'd have to use my vacation time and that means we'd miss out on our planned Alaskan cruise, and that seems so unfair.”
She cared, but not nearly as much as she wanted to go. My pain was acute and exquisite; my penis even tried to get hard. My wife would travel the world in the company of handsome, big swinging-dick men while I waited dutifully at home for her. She'd eat with them, laugh with them, have sex with them, and sleep with them. Six weeks was certainly enough time to fall in love with one of them. Could I love her and allow it? Could I love her and deny her this opportunity? My conflict was great but underneath it all was a powerful arousal; it was dangerous and humiliating and terribly exciting. With a sigh I knew what my answer would be. She sensed it and her eyes began to grow.
“Oh my God, Honey! Really?” She broke into wild laughter and rolled onto her back, kicking her heels. “You're the most incredible husband ever! This is insane! I can't believe my amazing life! Fucking unreal; I'm going to an exotic island for six weeks! All expenses paid! To make porn!” Her laughter filled our room.
When she calmed a little I asked when she'd be leaving.
“Nothing definite but he said right away, as soon as possible. Now and for the next few weeks is the best time to visit the islands for filming. The winds die down. Are you sure about this, Baby? Six weeks. I'll miss you so much!”
“No, you'll be on vacation in a tropical paradise with beautiful people. I'll be the one missing you. You won't have time or inclination to miss me.”
“Maybe. But are you sure? Won't it drive you crazy? All those hot hung guys around me twenty four hours a day?” She moved up to her knees to look down at me. “You have two weeks of vacation, Mark. Why not use them and join me at the end of the filming? That way we are only apart for four weeks. We can fly back to the States together all tan and relaxed.”
That did sound like fun.
The four weeks were an absolute living hell.
Our time zones and daily schedules conflicted horribly and we missed each other's calls frequently. We only spoke twice all four weeks, and both of those calls were just a few days before I was to fly out to join her. We tried to catch up but our conversation was awkward. I had a million questions, mostly about how many men and how many
times, but she wanted to hear about how much I missed her and loved her. We were so not on the same page. I hinted around at the sex she'd been having but she dodged my hints artfully. Finally I could stand it no longer and bluntly asked. She was quiet a long time before answering and when she finally did, her voice was dreamy and far away.
“Yes, a lot of sex. A lot of beautiful sex in beautiful locales with really beautiful men. I need you to get here, Mark. This life pulls on me. It seduces me. I was always such a go-getter in school and at work but I have this whole other side.... just get here as fast as you can, Honey, okay?”
I didn't like the sound of that.
No one met me at the airport but I didn't really expect someone would. I hailed a taxi and gave the hotel where the film crew was staying. The driver gave me a knowing look I didn't understand and off we went.
The hotel turned out to be a large main building and then behind, a series of quaint bungalows. Amy was staying in bungalow ten so I figured out the pattern and set out for it, two suitcases in hand. She would not be there; they were filming today and my flight landed right in the middle of their schedule. I'd eat and visit the beach and she'd return to the bungalow just after sunset. I found the key right where she'd hidden it and let myself in.
The hut was a single large room with bath and shower attached separately. Love seat, bed, rattan chairs, kitchenette, dark marble tile floors; very open and very comfortable. Two of the walls folded back displaying a wide view of the ocean and beach and palms and huge smooth boulders all the way down to the water. Seductive indeed.
I set my luggage down and surveyed the room, wondering how Amy had been living without me. Most of her clothing was still folded neatly in her suitcase. Wildly colorful sarongs draped most of the furniture and several bikini bottoms floated soaking in the bathroom sink. A green bottle of men's cologne stood next to her blue bottle of perfume.
A light grit of sand infused everything; it crunched when I walked and clung to my fingers whenever I touched something.
