“Sure. Best time; everyone’s free.”

  And that was all it took to prepare me for the big day.

  Or another big day in my continuing evolution of character. What was I turning into? A sex object? A wanton wife? A hotwife pleasing her stag husband by being shared? A whore?

  No, I didn’t feel like a whore at all.

  The guilt was gone – forgiven and forgotten by myself and within myself. I was in step with my husband on our life-journey. It was as perfect as it should be.

  If only Dan would stop pestering me about masturbating live for him…

  Sunday was a morning filled with fog and chill. However, it all cleared after the service and became so bright it almost hurt my eyes.

  Gwen, Chris and Branden arrived first.

  I fretted that Joel would flake out, though he had never flaked on me before.

  Instantly, I could tell my husband was on edge. He eyeballed Chris as if the lawyer was about to try selling him a shady product. Gwen’s husband acted as smooth as ever and took my husband under his figurative wing.

  Branden mumbled almost low enough not to be heard by my husband, “So do I get a piece of the beautiful Andrea?”

  Gwen slapped at his hand. “Back off, Romeo.”

  He made a surprised noise and laughed. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

  I glanced nervously at my husband, but he hadn’t heard. A wash of cold sweat dampened my back: I was just a nervous mess. I felt like a stranger in my own home.

  However, Gwen’s ease erased much of my trepidation.

  And really, what was so scary?

  Sex in front of your husband. I fretted in my mind. Shush, Andrea. At the same time, my pussy twirled inside of me causing some distress. My body evidently had no problems being excited to have sex with Joel in front of my husband. Heat in my pussy contrasted with the cold feeling in my hands and feet.

  Joel’s knock sounded too light and I almost flaked out in my own home right there.

  Oh my gosh, this is it.

  Gwen answered the door with a graceful move that broadcast she felt at home playing the hostess.

  I saw Tommy looking.

  I looked away, trying to assume a demeanor of calm and ease. I don’t know if it worked; my nerves were frayed.

  And magically, all that seemed to evaporate like wetness on hot, summer pavement.

  Joel kissed my cheek and my pussy thrilled with prospect. Suddenly, I was giddy. Standing in the living room was the man whose cock invaded my pussy with such delicious results – and in the same room was my husband. It was a dual pleasure that tickled my heart and soul and made me want to laugh. I slipped my arm around Joel’s waist and grinned like a happy little girl.

  Tommy gazed at me with amused wonder.

  Joel was a gentleman and detached from me long enough to shake my husband’s hand. “Thanks for having me over. I hope I meet your expectations.”

  My husband did not answer, but shook his hand and gave him a considering look of respect.

  Chris clapped his hands together quietly and said, “Play time.” He pulled my husband over to the couch and they sat.

  Gwen tugged on my arm. “Would you be a darling and bring in like two blankets? Spread them on the floor there? One on top of the other for padding? I really don’t want any rug burns.”

  “I… Sure.” When I returned, I put down the two blankets.

  Branden had removed much of Gwen’s clothing and was sliding her panties down while Chris and my husband watched.

  Tommy seemed mostly at ease, but had a posture that hinted at tension to me. But he had been watching Gwen. Was he remembering their little event? Was he jealous that he’d be watching Branden take her not a couple of feet from where he had fucked her on the couch just days before? Was he feeling left out?

  Joel’s touch on my shoulder brought my attention to him and he began undressing me. My blouse was unbuttoned. The warmth of his fingers radiated far enough to be felt on my skin underneath the fabric. And then my shirt was off and I stood there in my bra. He unzipped my skirt and slid it down.

  I didn’t feel self-conscious about this at all since Gwen was completely naked and kneeling in front of Branden. I was the late-comer and behind in the race – if that’s what it was. I realized my reticence was only making me feel more awkward and I moved with Joel to insure he had the greatest of ease in removing my clothing.

  The sounds of Gwen sucking Branden made me blush in front of my husband because I knew I would be sinking to my knees any second…

  Joel stripped.

  Chris nudged my husband and then removed his own slacks. “Get comfortable; you won’t regret it. Take them off.”

  I got down on my knees as my husband slid his jeans off. I gripped Joel’s cock in my hand and took the head into my mouth.

  Gwen said, “Psst.”

  “Hmm?”

  “It’s always nice to look at your husband when you give some guy a blowjob.”

  “Huh? Oh…” I went back to sucking and shifted around enough to be looking at Tommy.

  His eyes sparkled with amazement - his lips parted in shock.

  I worried he was going to get off the couch and stop it all, but he didn’t.

  Chris was stroking himself and getting hard.

  My husband’s eyes darted down to his right and took it in. His own dick twitched in his lap and his hand jerked as if breaking free of ice. He gripped his shaft and toyed with it.

  I felt a rushing swell of lust and pleasure rise up inside of me. I sucked Joel with much cheer.

  Branden said, “Shall we?”

  Gwen murmured something.

  He got onto his back down on the blankets, leaving enough room for me and Joel.

  Gwen climbed over his hips and looked at me. “Let’s go, girl. Get your man down here.”

  I began trembling in anticipation.

  Gone were the worries I was doing the wrong thing – now I just wanted to be doing it. I didn’t want to get it over with, but rather wanted to dispense with the preliminaries and just be fucking. That would erase whatever I still harbored inside that was holding me back. Or holding my husband back.

  Joel got down next to Branden and I climbed over him. My back was to Tommy and I paused in confusion.

  Gwen said, “It’s better this way.”

  “What? Why?”

  She pointed, “So our guys can see.”

  I looked. Both Chris and Tommy were stroking themselves, watching us. I wasn’t sure I wanted my husband seeing my backside, but Gwen thought it mattered.

  Tommy looked like he was holding his breath. Chris had an amused smile on his face like he had taken the last slice of pizza before anyone else.

  Joel helped me maneuver over him until I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. My labia pushed inwards and I wriggled until the head parted them. I pressed down.

  My husband gasped.

  I froze and looked at him.

  He looked feverish.

  Chris was grinning like a madman watching Gwen next to me.

  But Tommy didn’t say anything and I started sliding down Joel’s pole. For a brief moment, my husband’s eyes bugged out and then closed down to slits of faintness. His hand moved without interruption on his shaft.

  I adjusted and moved up and down.

  My husband groaned.

  Chris said, “Awesome, huh?”

  Tommy’s voice was raspy and breathy, “Yeah…”

  I moved with more confidence as Joel ran his hands over my breasts. Finally, I was doing it and feeling much better. Everything was going smoothly. How had I ever thought it wouldn’t?

  After a few moments of my internal bliss, Gwen asked me, “So, how do you like this hotwife adventure?”

  I giggled softly. “I like it.”

  She winked at me and motioned with her head behind us. “Pretty wild isn’t it? Our husbands just sitting there jacking off while we fuck other men in front of them?”

  I looked back at Tommy. He was avidly fucking his own fist with his eyes glued to my backside. I moved slower for him and he made an almost inaudible groan. His hand moved in time with my movements.

  His reaction twisted my insides like a whirlpool. The tension cranked to almost breaking and suddenly I was being wracked by a convulsive, explosive release. It had snuck up on me so suddenly that I called out in surprise and embarrassment.

  Chris chuckled. “Now that’s nice to see.”

  Tommy said, “Huh?”

  “Being able to see your wife cum on another man’s cock? Doesn’t happen every time, but when it does? Nothing beats it.”

  I was busy. Waves tore through me in fast little assaults. It wasn’t a very complete orgasm, but it was intense. Heat flashed through me in pulses as I trembled at the little releases of tension. Tingles erupted all over my skin.

  I must have set Joel off. He gripped my hips and drove up into my convulsing pussy. I clamped on him over and over, trying to keep him from pulling out. I also loved the feel of heat and pressure from his erection inside of me.

  He groaned beneath me.

  I felt the first hot splash.

  Chris said, “There ya go; look at that. His balls and dick are twitching. He’s shooting a load into your wife.” He sighed wistfully. “Ah… I wish that was me inside her.”

  My husband yanked his hand away from his dick, but it did no good. He tensed up and ejected a stream of cum up out of his cock. Another and another followed, less high in the air, but more than I’d ever seen him shoot.

  Another part of me let go that I hadn’t realized was holding anything back. I settled down onto Joel and rested my head on his shoulder.

  And I breathed deeply.

  CHAPTER 26

  Tommy was thrilled. “That was incredible.”

  I buttered our toast before setting the plate down near our oatmeal bowls. It was Monday, and the beginning of another work week. “It looked like you enjoyed it.”

  “It wasn’t obvious?” he smirked.

  I laid a hand on his. “I’m glad you did.”

  His face fell and became serious.

  I cradled my coffee cup in two hands. “Uh oh, what’s that face for?”

  “What face?”

  “The face that looks like your four puppies just died.”

  He snorted, but he was still in serious expression mode. “I was wondering…”

  “What?”

  “Well, I don’t know how to say this…”

  “Just say it. We can talk.”

  He looked up at me. “Are you… special with Joel?”

  I shrugged. “He’s fun…”

  “Do you love him?”

  I set my coffee cup down and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Tommy Netz never fears anything—”

  “No, no, I’m not afraid. No.” He blinked and drew a breath. “I mean, do you think you’re exclusive with Joel?”

  I toyed with my oatmeal, twirling the spoon in it. It was still steaming. “I don’t think so? Why?”

  “Chris was saying he wished he was Joel yesterday – when you two were…”

  “Yeah, I get it.” I frowned in thought. “Chris?”

  “Yep.”

  “I want to show you something.” He got up and left the table. He came back a minute later with his high school yearbook. He opened it up and then set it so I could see. “See her?”

  The girl was standing with others in a black and white photo. She looked plain and wore her skirt pulled up high at the waist to show off her thighs. I muttered, “Yeah?”

  He pulled the book to him and looked at her. “Ginny White. Pale as sickly flesh and sexier than anything anyone had ever seen.”

  I coughed. “Her? Are you serious? Those other girls with her—”

  “Were just girls. No one had the magnetism this girl had. She made every guy in school a walking hard-on.”

  “Her?”

  He gave me a look. “I’m not kidding. There was just something about her—”

  “Okay, okay. She was a sex-goddess—”

  “No, listen. Listen.”

  I waited and spooned some oatmeal. When he didn’t continue, I said, “I’m waiting…”

  He looked at the book, pursed his lips, and tugged at his sleeve. He was nervous. “All of the guys…”

  I waited again.

  He looked at me, hope in his eyes begging me to understand. “All of us guys would talk about her.”

  Boys talking about girls… “What’s new?”

  “We used to imagine scenarios at school outings or parties or whatever where we would all get together and… do her.”

  “Her?” I laughed.

  “Yes, her. She was hot. Maybe she doesn’t look all that glamorous, but there was just something about her that reached out and drew everyone in.”

  I sighed. “Okay, so what about this Ginny? Why are you showing me her picture?”

  He swallowed and closed the book. “I grew up in high school beating off to thoughts of her surrounded by us guys…”

  “Did you ever ask her out?”

  “No. No one did. We were all too afraid.”

  “No way.”

  “Way.”

  “So you had this…”

  My husband straightened and sipped from his coffee cup. “It still turns me on to think about her like that.”

  “Are you trying to tell me something? Are you in contact with her? Has she called or something?”

  He was shaking his head as if having sniffed cayenne pepper. “No, no, no.” He sighed heavily. “Would you… Would you consider having more than one guy? Like four or five?” His face had gone pale and he looked away.

  I jerked with realization that he was acting like I had before my conscience had been cleared. I laid a hand on his forearm. “Don’t look away. I’m right here. If this means a lot to you—”

  “Well, it’s not like it means more than God or your love, no. It’s just this fantasy I had as a young kid.”

  “And you want me to… be with four or five guys?”

  He nodded sheepishly.

  The idea was repulsive. At the same time, my pussy gnawed itself awake and began clamping on emptiness. Tingles raced up my pussy and tickled my back. “This would make you happy?”

  His eyes made contact with mine briefly. “I’ve dreamt about it for decades. Ginny just lying there and taking one after another. Covered in cum. A river of it coming out of her pussy.”

  I became wet.

  He looked at me helplessly, pleading.

  I said, “I’ll do it.” And I knew I was going to like it more than him.

  EPILOGUE

  With Gwen’s help, I got Branden, Chris, Joel and Paul to come over the following Sunday. She came with her husband, and Paul’s wife Karla came to watch, too.

  I was looking forward to it as if my pussy had devoured my sanity and taken over all of my thought processes. I didn’t care about propriety; I simply wanted people I trusted who I knew to be clean to help me fulfill not only my husband’s lifelong fantasy, but also my burning desire to become someone he had jerked off over when he was younger.

  I had thought Karla was going to be a problem; she was not. Was she able to watch her husband like I had watched Tommy take Gwen? Like, maybe she wasn’t jealous of Rhea the singer but maybe me? I wasn’t sure, but her attitude when she hugged me at the door was as friendly as any hug at Trinity.

  She had been my only worry.

  Chris made sure about my husband. “Now, let’s make sure we’re all straight here.” He used his best courtroom tone of solemnity and certainty. “You’re agreeing to watch us take Andrea?”

  “Yes.” My husband sounded more eager than certain.

  “You’re giving us your consent to take her bare?”

  Tommy swallowed. “Yes.”

  “And you’re aware that will entail the exchange of fluids?”

  My husband grunted and then chuckled. “I feel like I’m signing a warranty contract.”

  Chris slapped my husband’s shoulder and smiled. “As long as we’re clear.”

  Branden muttered, “As long as I get her ass.”

  I felt waves of tension already beginning to twist inside of me. “Do I get a say in all of this?”

  Gwen sniffed and scowled at me.

  Everyone looked at me as if I had said something totally unexpected.

  I admitted, “Just kidding… gosh… Don’t get all freaky.”

  Joel led the way, taking me in his hands and beginning the process of untying my robe. I hadn’t wanted to wear anything complicated for the… event. My robe came off and I stood naked.

  Eyes roamed over my body and lit up tingles and goose bumps along the way as if they had physically touched me.

  Joel stepped into any awkward sensations building and wiped them away with a kiss. Suddenly, there were hands all over me.

  Swirls of sensual excitement spread over my skin as my body reacted to the touch of at least six hands from the four men. My mind spun wildly at the electrifying and phenomenal feeling of so many different touches in so many areas.

  I became even wetter, and it wasn’t more than a second or two before a finger invaded my heat.

  I gasped with pleasure at the tickling touch sliding through my labia. I looked at my husband and saw him sitting next to Gwen. She had my husband’s dick in her hand and was coaxing it awake. Karla stood behind the couch with her hands on my husband’s shoulders.

  With him taken care of, I closed my eyes as the men lowered me to the blankets.

  Paul said, “Before you idiots make a mess…” He stuck his face into my pussy and mashed his tongue against my labia and clit. I arched my hips up and groaned. The hands, the touches, the tongues were too much and I was in sensory overload. Having one man do these things was nice enough, but four? I was in heaven.

  Paul stopped licking me and moved up.

  I held dicks in both hands, stroking with relish at the swelling sensations spinning through me. A cock was pressed against my lips. I opened and took Branden’s dick into my mouth, sucking ferociously. I knew Paul was coming to enter me any second and my body craved the filling.

  I was glad it was him first. Paul was married and it seemed better that he went first. His dick pressed against my labia and parted them. With a single, slow shove, his thickness opened me up and pushed inside.

 

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