Karan

Upstairs, I undressed Scott, and myself and then I cuddled with him. I turned spoon-style and held his hands against my breasts. I was understanding sometimes I had tits and sometimes I had breasts. I decided I liked that. 

Sometimes Scott had a penis and sometimes a cock. The penis could change into a cock instantly. I liked that. too.

I sighed and told Scott to go to sleep. We would talk later after he absorbed my answer from downstairs. -I was hoping he wanted to continue, but it didn’t matter, I had decided. I slowly drifted off thinking about feeling cum splash all over my skin, hoping Scotts was too.

When I woke, Scott was still holding my breasts. I pressed back against his cock. Cock I was thinking, not his penis. I turned over and pressed my breasts against Scott, my tits not breasts. I would eventually get it straight. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t always had tits. 

I kissed Scott and told him to get up. We had to have dinner and then make some decisions. As I dressed, I watched Scott get dressed and I asked where to go for dinner. There wasn’t going to be any cooking done at our home tonight. We decided on a Chinese place and drove over. 

When we ordered I asked if I could go first. 

“Ok Scott, I have to know … I have to know if my answer to your question about losing me was clear enough. Do you want us to move? We could do it tonight if need be. I won’t give you up.“

“No Karan, I’m not wanting that, I can see you and Carl …” his voice trailed off.

I could see Scott's eyes water.  Then he continued, “I see that you might love Carl. I worried that he might replace me. Um … you might need him more than me. You want to … to continue submitting, to him, both of us. Right”

I nodded. Feeling my eyes water. “Are you willing to continue with … that thing, the bukkake? Me, as the center of it with you watching?”

The first dishes came and we served ourselves. When the last one came, I continued, “As many as we can get? Have a video camera recording it? All of it?”

I was trying to not be too clear if anyone caught anything we said.

I was watching his eyes, his expression, and his body language. He leaned across the table and held my hands, saying he wanted to watch me. He wanted me to know he had done this, for me. His answer wasn’t just yes, but hell yes. 

Ok, so he was in, and I was in. Now, how to make it happen? How soon could we make it happen? I pulled a small notebook from my purse with a pencil.

I wrote the word, where.

On the next page, how soon?

Then, where do we find the guys?

How do we communicate?

The video camera or cameras?

I started talking, ”A hotel suite could hold fifteen-twenty? There would be a shower for me if I wanted it, then I mused maybe no. I might want to go see Carl with all my trophies, maybe wearing a long raincoat. We could just go home and take private pictures. We could see Carl, and both of you could fuck me. I would like that, I think.” I was feeling my nipples harden and pussy moisten. I was wondering if Scott's cock was hard.”

What kind of place would work for fifty, or even more? What kind of room was private enough? Could we find one? Empty offices in a strip center, or empty stores at a strip center might work. 

I made notes. 

Scott noted that fire regulations might give us a starting place. He started looking at his phone, presumably fire regulations, 

Communication, I wrote prepaid phone. A special email address might work. Hmm, we needed to think this through. 

Can we rent a video camera and lights? Yes, I’m sure they can be rented. Can we rent a mattress for me?. Do we need a mattress? A pad?

I stopped and looked at Scott. “Let’s eat, then go home and do this.”

I finished eating. I looked across the table, “My … umm I’m getting, I’ll continue that thought at home if you don't mind.” 

Well, my pussy, I love that word, was getting wet. 

I finished eating, grabbed one of the fortune cookies, opened it, and read, ‘You are going to have exciting times.’ I laughed out loud as I handed it across the table.  

“They have no idea.”

Scott grinned when he read it.

Going to our car after paying the bill, I grabbed Scott's ass saying. “I’m going to love this bukkake. Saying again bukkake, bukkake. Laughed and grinned at him. “Which of us is getting lucky tonight? Hmm?”

It was becoming clear to me that we still had questions about getting enough guys, and depending on how many guys we got, a. place to do it. The number of guys drove the hardest issues.

I asked Scott, how much was it worth to us. We both had good jobs and we weren’t spending it all. We had good savings. We could spend almost any amount we needed. How much was it worth for him to see men cum on me? How much for me to feel cum on my skin? Fresh cum direct from men's cocks. Oozing all over my skin.  

The thought made me dizzy. Still, it was doable, if we wanted it enough. God, a hundred guys cumming all over me. Scott watching me as it happened.

Finally, as we wound down I said it all depends on how many we can get. The basics, we can do. How hard will it be to get men willing to do it?

I grabbed Scott and pulled him upstairs for a fuck.

The next day after work we met with Carl and went over our lists.

We finally solved all our problems, except we still had to recruit the guys. Carl knew a guy with some forested land and a guy with pro video cameras. Scott and I went back and forth about Scott doing it alone, with me along but just there, or with me there helping recruit. Me alone was vetoed, period.

We went to a few, working guy blue-collar bars. We just wanted to look at them and talk to some bartenders. See if they would just laugh us out of the bar. We should have known this was the part that took the most time. We realized after a bit, that it was the bartenders we needed to know. There was more than one shift we had to work and we couldn’t just go in on weekends. 

It took over two months to get over seventy guys interested, but the bartenders were key. They thought it was funny, especially the female bartenders, some of them wanted to watch too. How many would show, who knew? Still, seventy guys, plus maybe ten from Carl’s friends, plus Carl maybe, all of them coming on me that sounded interesting.

Carl

When Karan and Scott left, after asking for permission to make changes to Karan’s bukkake I  realized organizing it was going to take time. I  needed to keep both Karan and Scott submitting. I went to the pool, stripped, and started swimming. 

When I finally quit, I started thinking about how to continue. Trying to organize my thoughts. I had to get more charms for both Scott and Karan.

I was mulling over the possibilities, Karan and Scott, Karan only, Scott only. When I got out I still hadn't decided. 

I was making them submit a few times each week. By the end, they both had twenty charms for their collars. And then there was the time at the bar, it was my next humiliation for both Karan and Scott.

The three of us went into a bar called Smokies. Scott and Karan found it while searching for guys in the bukkake. Cheryl, the bartender, had been extra helpful when I went in ahead to arrange for this. I told her what I intended and we set a time when would be a fair crowd. I gave her two hundred for helping me.

I’d also gotten Paul to set up a video camera, focused on the spot Cheryl set aside for us.

I started kissing Karan while sitting at the bar. My tongue was working her lips and mouth, one hand caressing her tits, the other caressing her ass. The conversations of the other twenty men and two women slowly stopped as they realized what I was doing. 

“Undress her, hubby. Strip her so I can fuck her.“ loud enough that everyone in the bar could hear. I hadn’t warned either of them what I had intended and I could see him tense and hesitate. It was clear to everyone in the bar that he was submitting to me. Both Karan and Scott were.

I turned Karan so she was facing the room. She started flushing as I said.”Start by unbuttoning your wife’s blouse, Scott.” Using the word wife and his name to increase the humiliation. 

When Scott was finished unbuttoning her blouse, I told him to unfasten her bra and expose her tits. All this in my loud voice. When Scott was finished I reached over and held her tits. Still using my loud voice,”Hubby, Tell me you want to see me pinch her nipples, see me kiss her tits. mark her tits, mark them as mine. I could see Scott's erection, see his hands tremble, and see him wet his lips.  I waited, then looked him in the eye. His voice was trembling.

”C-C-Carl, I want to s-see you pinch her t-t-its. Please, kiss her t-t-tits, please, mark them as yours…” his voice hesitated then stopped.

Quieter, I told Scott to finish taking her blouse and bra off, exposing her tits to the entire room. Her flush was moving down her. shoulders to just above her tits. I pinched her nipples, kissed her tits, and followed Scott’s instructions by sucking hard on one tit and nipping the other. The new marks were clear to anyone close to the action.

“Scott, caress her tits, then make her stand and take her skirt off, but leave her panties.” I watched while Scott caressed Karan's tits, then pulled her off the stool, unfastened her skirt, and pulled it to the floor. I bent to her ear and whispered,”Thank your husband, use the word husband. I want to remind Scott and everyone else that he is your husband. Thank him for stripping you, so I can fuck you. Say fuck you. Let them all know they are going to see me fucking you, right here on the bar. They’re going to watch you being fucked.”

I was standing behind her with one hand moving to her tits and my other hand covering and caressing her mound. Karan started looking at Scott,”Scott, my dearest … husband, thank you for un … undressing me, in front of everyone. F-for undressing, strip-p -ping me so Carl, my Master, can fuck me. Here, on the bar. So you … can see me b being fucked. So everyone can see me, while I’m being, I’m being fucked.” The last ‘fucked’ was louder. I saw Karan wet her lips. I had my hand on her pussy, to feel her juices leaking 

She was shivering and Scott had a huge wet spot on his pants, where he had cum. Cheryl had cleared the bar near us. I pulled Karan’s panties down to finish stripping her and then lifted her onto the bar. 

As I lifted her onto the bar, I saw two men walk in and just stood there when their eyes adjusted to the light. They just stared at us, then whispered to each other. I saw them find a table near us.

After undressing myself, I clambered up, not gracefully, but still up, and started rubbing her caressing her, kissing her, and fingering her pussy. Everyone could see her leaking  pussy. I looked at Scott, “Put my cock in her. Put it in her pussy, so I can fuck her.

He reached over took my cock and placed it against her pussy. Scott was trembling and sweating as I  pushed through his hand and penetrated her. I could feel her move her shoulders and reposition her pussy so we were lined up better. I kissed her as she gave a satisfied sigh. I continued fucking and kissing. I leaned up, so I could reach her clit and finger it, and then I felt her come around me. It felt wonderful. 

I licked her lips and sucked her earlobe. I was trying to think non-erotic thoughts, even while my cock was enjoying her pussy. I was successful holding on until her third climax when she lifted her ass off the bar and tried to bite my lips. When she came that time, I could feel my balls spasm and I was over. As I felt my cum ooze in Karan I had one more thing to do. My cock relaxed and slipped out. I looked at  Scott,”Scott, get up here and clean her. Lick her pussy clean.” I got down and waited for Scott. As he was getting In position the men in the bar applauded yelling out, 

“Lick her clean.” 

“Way to go.”

“Fuck that bitch.” 

“He showed him who is boss.”

One of the women said wonderingly, “God Bill, she loved being fucked in public. I couldn’t do that.”

There were some not-so-complementary comments I heard, but most of the men weren’t assholes.

As Scott was licking her Karan reached down and fondled his hair pulled his face onto her pussy, and rolled her hips in satisfaction. Sighing,  “I love this. Lick me clean. Use your mouth, stick your tongue in, suck my clit.” As he sucked her clit she came again, closed her eyes, and relaxed. With a final, ”Y-Y-Yesss.” I started getting dressed after helping them both down. Karan got dressed, skirt and blouse only.

As we were leaving a group of three men walked in. I looked at them and said, “Sorry guys, you’re too late.” And we walked out.

Before leaving I handed Cheryl an additional hundred, “For cleaning our mess. I hope you enjoyed the view.” A couple of days before fucking Karan In the bar, I‘d talked to Cheryl about hiding a video camera focusing on the spot she was willing to let me use. I’d given her a text just before we walked in, so she could start the camera. I went back the next day to retrieve the camera. I edited the video at home, and e-mailed a copy to her, as promised. 

When I sent a copy to Karan, she came over alone, to thank me. It was a surprise present to her, and she gave me a surprise thank you, a very physical thank you. As we relaxed in my bed afterward she whispered in my ear, “Thank you, Carl, very, very much. The sensations I felt while being fucked so publicly were exquisite. Then, when we got the video, Scott and I loved watching it, reliving the emotions we felt then, and it made both of us come again. It was fantastic.” She gave me another passionate kiss.

Scott

While we were working on organizing Karan’s Bukakke, Carl wasn’t releasing us from his control The weekend after the bar fuck, we were forced to go to some bars and pick up guys. We were to pick five guys, and I was to offer to let them fuck her, my wife, in our motel room if I could place their cocks in her pussy. I had to watch and secretly tape the whole thing for Carl to enjoy.

We went in separately and I was first, drinking a beer, and had to watch her enter in slut clothes, low cut top, shelf bra, and a short tight dress. My cock was completely erect. When guys approached her, she flirted with them a bit, then moved on. She moved on two or three times until she opened her purse. That was my signal to approach and offer to let him fuck my wife if I could put his cock in her pussy. My cock was hard and throbbing.

I hated doing it, humiliating myself in front of strangers. Yes, I realized that I was not being consistent. Somehow this was worse for me.

The first guy she picked was named Aaron and he was about my size. He had kissed Karan a couple of times when I got her signal. I didn’t want to do it. When I approached them he looked at me and said, “Yes? Can’t you see we’re busy?” 

Dying inside, “Yeah I can. But I’m wondering if you’d prefer fucking my wife, instead of just kissing her. Fucking my wife, in our motel room. You can, if you’ll let me put your cock in her. I’d love to see you fucking her. You have to use a condom though.” 

He looked at me, then grinned. “I can fuck her if you can put my cock in her? You’ll let me fuck her? Jesus Christ. Kinky.” He paused, then kissed her harder and put his hands on her tits. “Let’s go.”

We drove separately to the motel, Karan was driving with Aaron. I could see he was undressing her in his car. When he was at a stop light, I saw him kissing her tits, her bare tits. I felt my cock harden as I watched. 

God, I hate this. Is Karan enjoying watching me submit to Carl? Submit to Aaron. Hell. I hate doing this with my cock hard. Yes, I do, and I don’t. Shit.

I watched Aaron get out of the car, go around, and let Karan out, naked, with just her shoes on. I got out and used my card to let them in. I stepped back and retrieved her clothes. When I stepped in, Karan was kissing him as she was undressing him. I could hear her telling him, “I’m going to love feeling your cock, your cock in my pussy. Though you don’t need to hurry. Hubby loves to see people making love to me, not just fuck me. You can tell he enjoys watching me be marked by my lovers.”

Carl’s latest marks were visible to both of us. 

When she had him naked, they both got onto the bed with Karan holding his cock. She smiled at me then looked at him, “Yes Aaron, you can do … you can fuck me, make love to me, You can fuck my pussy, my cunt. Or my ass. I like that too. Just wear a condom. If you want, if you can, you can fuck my pussy and my ass. Uh, I want to feel your cum, I want to feel you come, please. 

I stripped, then sat in the only chair in the room watching. I had to sit there, watching some stranger, a stranger fuck my wife. It was hell, sitting there, naked with my cock hard as nails, and hating it at the same time.  

Aaron was kissing her, and she was responding by holding his head against her mouth, and I could see her tongue exploring his mouth. She was making mewing sounds of enjoyment. 

This was worse than seeing Carl and Karan fucking, me helping Carl fuck her. It was worse than when I watched Jason make love to her. 

I saw her stretch with her hands over her head, raise her pussy, so his hands had better access, and then she moved her hands and forced his head between her thighs and eat her. Between her moans and sighs, she directed him to her clit, then her slit and back. She was getting more and more explicit.

 “Suck my clit, harder.” 

Then she said, “God, softer, just use your tongue just barely touch it.“

“Yes, but now, put your tongue in me, lick me, yes there, exactly there.”

Then she got louder, “Your cock, now Aaron I want it in me. Fuck me.”

I saw him move and put it right at her entrance and he paused, “What did you say? I’m not sure. What?”

This was my cue, I stood and held his cock ready to place his cock in her, waiting.

Karan moaned, “Put it in. God Aaron, put it in, I can’t wait to feel you screwing me. Your cock…” her voice stopped.

His thrust pushed his cock in and slipped in, all the way to his balls. She was writhing under him making incomprehensible noises, enjoying being screwed. He was fucking harder and harder, mauling her tits, and controlling her mouth, until she stiffened with the power of her climax. It was just a few more strokes when I saw his grimace as he came. That was when I realized they hadn’t stopped to put on a condom 

Shit, that was when I came again.

Hell, we had to do it four more times, double shit.

Karan

It was show time, and when we got there on the Saturday morning we’d decided on, we saw the direction signs “PARTY” and an arrow. I had decided to use a camping pad heavy enough to sleep on. Covered in a vinyl fabric. Easy to clean. I didn’t want to be sitting down like in the videos. That was just so the dick was right next to her face. I wanted them to shower the cum down on me. I wanted the cum covering me from pussy to my hair. Yes, more degrading to me. I could feel my submission to Carl and the men.

The camera guy set up the cameras., and I was sure I’d seen him in line to cum on her. No lights were needed because it was a bright morning with lots of light. Scott and I set up my pad with a sheet covering it, to make it look like a mattress. The sheet was a rich purple to contrast with my skin. We set up a low backrest under the pad so I wasn’t flat but almost. Then I lay down and we adjusted the cameras and checked the view. I wanted to show their cock, and me, without their faces. Perfect.

We’d marked two areas for the guys to stand and an area for the guys after they finished and the guys waiting. I wanted them to go one by one, so I could feel each one. So I could watch them jerking off on me. I sat in the truck with just a robe on. waiting, wondering how many would cum, er, come. 

When they came, they were in carloads, three and more per car. In one crew cab, it was six, car after car pulled into the meadow  I didn’t see anyone come alone. Scott assured me there were MORE than our hoped-for one hundred. A lot of the guys that signed up brought friends. I also saw at least six of the female bartenders I recognized, and it looked like five or six other women attached to some of the men. They were wives, maybe girlfriends?

Scott got out and went over how the cameras were set up and invited anyone to check out the viewfinders. After a few guys checked the cameras Scott explained the areas for the people waiting and the areas for the guys masturbating over me. Told them no part of me was off-limits but that I really wanted to be covered in cum. Not just my face.

When Scott was finished, I waited moment and got out of the truck with my robe, and walked to the pad. I was surprised by the applause that peaked when I took off the robe and handed it to Scott. I had shaved with just a small landing strip left. Scott helped me down to the pad and I laid back with my legs apart so everyone could see my pussy glistening with my wetness.

We’d passed out numbered pieces of paper for all the guys. Luckily we’d gotten a lot more numbers than we’d expected, but even so, we barely had any left over. As Scott stepped up to the first man and told him where to stand. Scott was directing the queue 

I could feel the first wet splash on my cunt and drops on my stomach. As he stepped aside for the next guy the second came on my tits. One by one they stripped as their chance came. I had insisted that they were as naked as I was. My tits, pussy, and face were being covered, by naked men jerking off on me. Scott was calling out their number. At number twenty, I’d opened my mouth and he came in my mouth. Number forty I reached down and opened my pussy for the next few men to spurt onto. I rubbed their cum into my pussy. It felt so … decadent. I was loving it.

Near the end, Carl showed up. And he went for my mouth. It took a couple of hours it seemed. I was never sure exactly. 

I could hear the comments from the onlookers. Enjoying the scene, and seeing the cum build up on me. Every so often, I would rub some cum on my skin. I was luxuriating in the sensations, the smell of cum, I was loving it.

I was exultant, as I lay there. Powerful even as  I allowed the guys to degrade me. I could feel the cum coating me drop by drop, man after man. I was so unlike whom I had thought I was. It was Carl that made me feel my need to submit, feel my submissive needs.

I started smoothing the cum and rubbing it into my skin  I opened my mouth and invited the next man to put it in my mouth. I was feeling I couldn’t express what I was feeling. 

As I  lay there, enjoying the last few men I realized that to me, I didn’t feel degraded, I felt powerful. The difference was the women in the bukkake videos were having it done to them. I had it done for me.  I’d made over a hundred men climax because I wanted them to climax. OK, I wanted them to cum on me. There was some degradation there, but there was a stronger sense of power. I made it happen. Well, Scott and I made it happen. Ok, Carl, Scott, and me.

The last man was Scott, as he stood over me with his cock in his hand he said out loud where everyone could hear, “I’m the hundred and sixteenth man to come on my wife. God, I love seeing you with that much cum on you.” He waited as he was jacking off on me until he started coming on me, ‘I love you.”

I don’t think anyone had left before Scott finished.

As the men left, the female bartenders came and they all said how powerful it was to see. They saw the same thing I felt. No degradation but the power I held over the men.

When they left with the last few men and the cameras, Scott and I were there alone. As I lay there I was wondering if I could convey the sense of power, of my, our, control over all those men. When Scott sat next to me with his hand caressing my tits caressing the cum into my skin whispered to me, “Karan, I loved watching you make all those men cum. God, Karan can I fuck you, make love to you here, right now? That’s all I could think about since it started?”

I reached up and pulled his head down and gently kissed him. That was all I  needed to do. 

He undressed again, lay next to me, and slowly started kissing. First my lips, Then my tits, being sure to kiss both equally, licking the cum off them, and sucking my nipples. The sensation went straight to my pussy. Scott started to move down, then I held him and forced him to kiss me there. I could feel cum on his body and smell it in his mouth. Well, maybe not, since the cum smell was so pervasive.

I took his cock while I pulled him onto me and I slipped it in. All I could think is this is what I needed to complete my bukkake. Fabulous, wonderful, fulfilling. I let it slide inside me thinking in, pause, then out, pause in, pause, out. Then it turned into in, out IN, out, IN, out. Scott wasn’t making love to me anymore. He was fucking me duplicating what Jason had done slapping my ass and tits. Pinching my tits, pounding me, and then I came. I grabbed his ass pulling him hard into me, stopping him as I  felt my pussy spasm around his cock. I felt him stiffen and then the warm wet feeling in my pussy I love. I  gently moved him so he was lying next to me and we just rested.

Carl

The next  Saturday was Karan’s bukkake. I had finally decided to come and participate, not as a VIP but just as one of the guys. When I got there the consensus of the guys was, they were looking forward to degrading the bitch. 

I had seen since I saw Karan at the bukkake, that Karan had developed a very different take. It seemed to me that some of the women there did too. Karan saw herself holding the power. She was making them do it. They were able to do it only because she wanted them to. They were being controlled by their cocks. Karan and Scott were controlling their cocks. Karan and Scott got what they wanted. 

The guys did too, but only because Karan and Scott let them, the women, at least most of them, seemed to agree with Karan. 

It had become clear to me, that it was time for me to let them go. Karan could cope by submitting where and when she wanted to. Scott by submitting to Karan. I knew Karan would be looking and I knew a few men she could try. A woman she might enjoy too. 

As for me, I needed to start looking again.