“Hold on a second! Are you telling me you want to be gang banged?” This couldn’t possibly be the girl I married. She could barely acknowledge there was such a thing as sex! True, we had been to two or three gatherings that could be called swinger parties, but that was more curiosity about her boss and his friends than any real interest on our part. We hadn't participated. I couldn’t get my head around what she was saying.
“No, no. Nothing like that! It’s just that I might be interested in… you know, exploring what having sex with two men at the same time could be like. That woman we saw at Jeremy’s party started me thinking. That’s all.”
I stared her for some time, mostly in astonishment. I suppose everybody has fantasies. But, for god's sake, she gets in a fume if men look at her too openly. Now she might want to be team banged?
“Okay, okay. You’d better explain what you really mean.”
“Well… you have to understand, this isn’t about extramarital sex or other men. It’s a vision I can’t get out of my head. More than one sex partner at a time, I mean. I’m not saying I’d do it! I just want to talk with you about it.”
“So, this came to you at that party?”
“Umm… not entirely. I used to wonder about something like this at NU. Girls talk, you know. Only thoughts…”
“Okay, sure. That’s a common thing, I guess. But what do you want to do about it now?”
“That’s what we need to talk about. Are you… disgusted?”
“No, of course not. Fantasy is just fantasy."
“That’s the thing, though. What if it goes further?”
“Further?” I had no answer to that. Did I want my wife to be fucked by other men? No. It’s one thing to speculate about it in some fantastical way, it’s another to see her being done by some other person. Admittedly, the vision did excite me, a little. I’ve read that’s a regular guy thing. Probably is.
“Are you sure you don’t think it’s a perverted thing to be interested in?”
“No, I told you. It’s not abnormal at all.”
“Okay, if you say so. I have no idea where to take it from here. It’s all confusing to me…
I was only partially concentrating on what she was saying now. Where could she - we - take it from here? Advertise for some guy to join in a group fuck of my wife? What did she even know about what “more than one at a time” entailed. Or did she? But how? We had read Penthouse Forum a couple of times, but how realistic was that? As far as I knew, that was the extent of her porn exposure. We both had seen that woman at the party. But only for a minute or two.
“Are you listening? What do you think?”
“Of course, I’m listening!” I was still recalling the party. “Well look, if that woman at Jeremy’s inspired this, maybe we should begin there. Observe more and... you know, ask some of those people about multiple partner scenarios.” God, I sounded like a low rent therapist! I was getting less thrilled about this whole idea by the second, but I didn’t want to dissuade her from opening up. She’d always been hung-up about sex subjects in the past. I didn’t want to crush this.
She was quiet for several minutes, “Yeah… I was thinking along those same lines. But, what if…”
Oh man,” I thought, “she’s thinking she’ll get a proposition. Well of course she will! As soon as those sharks hear what she’s contemplating, they’ll be all over her.”
“If what?”
“You know! What if some possibility comes up? What do I….what do we do?”
This was getting way beyond any bounds I’d expected. My wife getting fucked by other guys. The more I thought about it... the concept was hot. In real time, not so much. “So, you’d do it? That’s what you mean. If some men at the party asked you to let them fuck you together, you’d do it?”
“I didn’t say that!”
The discussion was starting to deteriorate, so we decided to go out for dinner and let ourselves cool a little. I was convinced that she'd already made up her mind, though.
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Inevitably, I suppose, we made an appearance at the next group meeting. It was clear my wife was trawling because she was dressed more provocatively than at past parties. Her skirt was micro rather than short. Her heels were right out of a strip club. Her breasts were poking against her flimsy blouse like two headlights. There was no doubt in my mind, now, that she was looking to get done! That was not something I wanted to dwell on. I was there primarily to keep her safe. At least, I told myself that.
About two hours into the evening, I was loitering outside a bedroom door, knowing my wife was inside with two men, about to let them both screw her! I was loitering like a bodyguard would loiter, not like a conflicted husband would. Right! I strained to hear what might be happening. Only muted sounds and brief snippets of hushed talk.
I knew I didn’t truly wish to see this, but I couldn’t help myself. Lucky for me, the door was well oiled and made no noise when I eased it open and slipped into the room. The large bedroom was dimly lit but the scene was clearly visible. None of the occupants noticed my entrance. There were three naked people on the bed. Two had very obvious erections. The third, my wife was on hands and knees, alternately stroking and mouthing their dicks.
Holy shit! I was trying to recover from the shock when one of the guys sprawled himself on the bed, with my wife snuggling next to him. As she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, the second man lay behind her. He raised her leg slightly and began to fuck her!
I moved carefully away from the door to a better vantage point. There was a chair in a shadowed corner, probably invisible to them. They switched positions, alternating her sucking and being fucked by each man. She didn't seem the least bit shy or hesitant. Who was this woman? Then, one of the men was on his back again with my girl straddling his body, upright with one knee raised. She grasped his cock and, holding it straight up, lowered herself onto it. The long hair she had carefully brushed before we left home was now damp, her entire body glistening. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes closed.
She rode that guy's shaft for several more minutes. The other man, who had been kneeling beside them, took up a position between the first guy’s legs, facing forward behind my wife. I must have known what was going to happen, but somehow, I couldn't believe it. She slowed her movement, maybe in surprise, I couldn’t be sure, as the second one slowly pressed his dick into her ass! She let out a loud screech but didn’t ask him to stop. Actually, she bowed her head - and I thought there was the beginning of a smile - as his entire length went into her.
I must have emitted some exclamation because the man on his back looked in my direction. It was only a quick glance, though. My wife appeared lost in an act that didn’t include me at all. The strangers continued to double penetrate her until the guy at her rear stiffened and made three very strong thrusts. He bucked spasmodically, obviously coming, until his flaccid penis slipped from my girl’s ass. I could see a heavy load of cum filled the drooping condom.
My wife was still impaled on the other man, though she’d kind of collapsed on his outstretched body. Then, pushing hard up into her pussy, he too filled his condom with cum. I was dumfounded by the spectacle! I had no clue she even knew what DP was. But it didn’t seem to come as any shock, or even mystery, to her!
While the three of them were recovering, I rose quietly and slipped from the room, keeping close to the darkened wall. Nobody as much as looked up. At the end of the hall, I ducked into a bathroom and ran cold water to splash on my face. I sat for several minutes on the closed toilet seat, trying to figure out what I’d just seen.
This is not what I’d visualized when my woman told me about her fantasy. I guess I’d expected some smooching and a quick screw. Maybe two guys taking turns with her. Not… I mean, a dick in each hole?!
I went into the downstairs room where the drinks were set out and poured myself a heavy one. My wife hadn’t made an appearance yet, though we’d agreed to meet here when she was finished. Oh wait! Were those men doing her again? Or maybe some other guys? Just when my imagination was beginning to run wild, she walked into the room looking more than a little disheveled.
“Hi, how did it go?” I couldn’t believe I said anything so inane!
“Oh, fine. I mean… yeah, fine. Did you see?”
“Maybe some.”
She flushed deeply. “Oh! Well um… it was different. Not better, just a different thing entirely.”
“Did you like it?”
There was a long pause, until she finally said, “I don’t know really. I need time to think about it. Can we not talk about it now?”
“All right. Let me get you a drink.”
I watched her from the bar area. She seemed sort of dazed. It surprised me she hadn’t stopped to fix her hair and makeup. That was not at all like her. She looked like what she was - a woman who’d just been fucked silly.
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My husband was fetching drinks. He was studying me, though. It felt like everyone must be looking at me, and seeing a skank, what the boys in high school used to call a cum bucket! Both my places were a bit sore from use, and I could still taste their dicks. Even so, I had the strangest feeling of having gotten what I wanted from those men, and not caring about the rest.
I downed the drink my husband brought much too quickly, and asked for another. He was taken aback by this oddity but went to refill my glass. I couldn’t process what had happened yet, so I definitely didn’t want to dissect it. He may have seen at least part of what went on. Strangely enough, that possibility thrilled and shamed me at the same time. We sat and talked with a few people we knew casually from other gatherings. I don’t remember much about it. We drove home, hardly speaking. I took a hot sudsy bath before bed. Neither of us made any attempt to discuss the evening.
In the morning, we went to a local diner for breakfast. We talked mostly about the coming week and some family matters, avoiding the other issue entirely. In fact, we didn’t talk about it at all that Sunday. We both went to our respective places on Monday, a bit subdued but with no real tension between us. It wasn’t difficult to sense that my husband was not comfortable, though. After I dropped him off, I decided to book off work - a sudden stomach virus, I said. Really, I was afraid either Jeremy or his girlfriend, both of whom were at that party, might have heard what I’d got up to. No way could I face that today. And I needed time alone to think.
I stopped for a large, creamy latte. The cafe was busy but I found a secluded corner and sat, contemplating my multi-partner sex. No, it was not the greatest experience of my life, and I did not have the most wonderful orgasm in the history of the universe. But I might do it again. Well, probably.
When I first entered the bedroom with those men, I was actually trembling. I wanted to turn and flee. Until they started to touch my body. That was not something I expected. In the past, I’d generally recoiled at being touched by men other than my husband. But these two were gentle, considering the circumstance, and I didn't feel threatened at all. They undressed me and I responded by lightly handling and stroking their erections. I’d definitely made them hard!
I wasn’t clear what the normal protocol was for this kind of encounter, but I did know that all men want their dicks sucked. So, I took each in my mouth in turn. That brought a quickening of activity and zeal on their parts. Soon, we were on the bed. I was on my knees alternately doing oral on each in turn. Until one guy, I can’t recall which, thrust himself into my pussy from behind.
My body jerked in surprise. I had a man in my mouth as another was screwing me! And neither was my husband. How on earth did I get here? The thought of stopping it right there flashed through my mind. But I realized immediately I wasn’t going to stop them. I wanted it. Not “wanted it” in the way men might say. But I definitely wanted to be doing what was happening. Not for the sex, but for me… to be doing my fantasy. That might not make sense, but it was what I felt. The men switched places at least once, probably twice. The room seemed hot, I was perspiring and starting to almost pant.
Then, I was on my side, one partner lying in front and one behind. My mouth was tiring and I sensed they were slowing too. I just held the dick in my mouth as we all rested for a time. They urged me up while one lay on his back with his very erect penis pointing at the ceiling. The other nudged me to sit straddling the lying one’s body. I did the natural thing, taking the reclining man’s cock in my hand and lowering myself onto it. He slid in with a slight sucking sound.
I was tiring now, but I rode him like that for a time. Then the second one placed his hands on my hips and - the reality dawned on me! He was going to put his dick in my anus! I opened my mouth to protest but, again, I didn’t. He slid his slicked, condom-enclosed penis right into me! Slowly and gently, but without hesitation. I nearly screamed at the sensation. Well I did let out a rather loud squeal. Whoa! I hadn’t planned on this. But, I can’t say I was displeased, either. It made me feel so…full!
I was tiring more rapidly now, my body wet and my hair matting against my face. Then the partner in my rear end went rigid. Probably because my ass was clamped so tightly around his shaft, I could plainly feel the semen pumping. He dropped out of me, as I sort of collapsed onto the man under me. But in seconds, he was coming, as well.
Now, I was exhausted! My friends seemed to be, too. None of us moved for some time, but finally I rose, grabbed my clothes and scrambled to the attached bathroom. I’d left my clutch, with makeup and hair brush, somewhere downstairs. I cleaned myself as much as I could and made an attempt with my hair and face. I was still a mess, but I had no idea how long I’d been gone, so I rushed back to look for my husband.
Now as I sat drinking the latte, I remembered that feeling I had in the bedroom that my husband might have been there watching. He hadn’t said as much, nor did I see or hear him. But there was a definite intuition on my part, even as occupied as I was. “What did he see?” I wondered to myself. “Did he watch them both inside me? Or me blowing them? Did he think of me differently now? Was this going to change our whole life together?” I knew already that he was not into this fantasy as a real life experience. What if he didn't or couldn't deal with this? What would I do?
