My wife and I never have sex anymore. Instead, we lie naked in bed together on Saturday nights, and she tells me about the affairs she's had all week. The humiliation, along with the sexy stories, get me hornier and more excited than our previous, vanilla sex ever did.
I was on my back, casually stroking my semi-erect cock, waiting for this week's story to begin. She was easing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy.
"I wanted something special this week," she began. "I wanted to get gang-banged."
My eyes opened wide. "What? That's pretty extreme, even for you." I felt my cock twitch at the thought, though.
"That's what I wanted," she said, "so I got dressed up in my sexiest outfit and went down to the college neighborhood across town. I went into a frat bar and started flirting with the guys there. I found three frat brothers who were up for some fun."
I pictured three clean-cut all-American boys, blond hair and trim waists and Letterman jackets. But I was wrong. She continued:
"One was the biggest, blackest football player I'd ever seen. He was enormous, and I was betting his cock would be, too. It turns out I was right. His name was Eugene. The next one was some sort of Arab. He was tall and skinny and had a scraggly beard. He smelled of curry. His name was Habib. The third one was a short fat white kid. He seemed like a bit of a dork, but I figured he probably didn't get a lot of sex, so he should be really enthusiastic. His name was Kevin."
My wife had a gang-bang with the Rainbow Coalition! I was appalled and humiliated. My dick got several notches harder.
She worked the glass dildo some more as she continued. "They took me back to their frat house. We went into their basement lounge; it had several sofas and a plush carpet on the floor. At first, we all kept our clothes on. I made them stand in a row and take their dicks out. Then I knelt in front of them, like a slave girl. Eugene was in the middle, so I grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth. Like I said, it was very large, both long and fat. It really filled my mouth. As I sucked on it, I reached to both sides, grabbing Habib's and Kevin's cocks in my hands. Habib's cock was long and thin, and Kevin's was short and stubby. But they all grew as I worked on them."
I kept the mental image of my wife, fully dressed in her slutty outfit, kneeling subserviently in front of three college boys and servicing their cocks. I stroked my own cock with two fingers and kept listening.
"I didn't let any of them cum just yet. After about five minutes, they were all breathing hard, so I stopped, and made them switch places. Now Habib was in the middle. His cock was fun to deep-throat. It snaked down my gullet like a tapeworm. I could tell he'd never been deep-throated like that. He'd probably never even had a blowjob before. I swallowed it deep and worked my lips around the base. Eugene's huge cock really filled my hand, my fingers didn't touch when I wrapped them around it, and I had to make really long strokes. Kevin was still easy to fondle with only the slightest motion."
I thought about that long, thin Arab cock invading my wife's throat. The idea that she was being such a total wanton slut gave me that familiar feeling of shame mixed with horniness. I stroked my cock a little harder and a little faster.
"I paused again when I thought they were getting too close, and made them switch again. Now I was jacking off Habib and Eugene, and I sucked Kevin's little nubby cock. Small as it was, it was still bigger than yours, of course. I felt like I was kissing someone's thumb. But it was nice be able to do all sorts of tricks with it in my mouth; I flipped it back and forth, right and left, up and down with my tongue. I could feel it pulsing and growing in my mouth."
Now I really blushed and my ears burned. When she tells me how little my cock is, and compares it unfavorably to all of her other lovers, it makes me feel ashamed and worthless. And hornier than ever, of course. I jerked my cock a little harder, and started polishing my taut nutsack with my other hand.
"By this time, I figured they were all close to popping. I told them to all get naked. They had their clothes off within seconds. I took my time stripping; I wanted to give them a good show. I wanted them to enjoy all my goodies as they gradually came into view. Goodies that they would soon have access to. I slowly slid my dress down my shoulders, and slowly wiggled it past my hips and onto the floor. I turned around and let them watch me unstrap my bra from the back and drop it to the floor. Still facing away from them, I bent over at the waist, and slowly slid my panties down my legs, gradually revealing my ass and pussy lips. Then I straightened up and turned to face them, naked except for my high heels. Eugene gasped, and Habib uttered some sort of oath in a foreign language. Kevin just sort of gurgled."
My wife, paraded like a piece of meat for the enjoyment of three frat boys! My head was hot and my nipples were tingling.
"I told them I wanted them each to fuck me in the pussy, but none of them were to cum. Not yet. I got down on one of the sofas on my back and spread my legs. Kevin climbed onto me first. His little dick didn't make much of a dent in my pussy, but his fat ass really pressed on my hips. He wiggled around like he didn't know what he was doing, but I could tell he was enjoying it. I sensed him getting close to the edge, so I told him his turn was up. Then Habib climbed onto me. He fucked me with long, slow strokes. His dick was long enough to reach my cervix, but not thick enough to stimulate my outer lips. His breath smelled like curry. Finally, Eugene mounted me. I gather he'd had the most experience, as he knew exactly what he was doing. He shoved his huge cock right in me and began thrusting his hips. For the first time, I really felt like I was being fucked; I was filled and stretched, and almost forget that I was there to manage a gang-bang." She was working her dildo pretty fiercely at this point, lost in the memories.