by Selena Kitt
Actually, the fact that I couldn’t see anything wasn’t as bad as those fingers in my cunt. It wasn’t that they hurt. It was the exact opposite. I was getting turned on. No, that’s bullshit. I was turned on before I ever got to the hotel. I wasn’t getting turned on, I was enjoying every thrust in a pretty significant way. I was growing closer and closer to orgasm and my whole body was filled with urgent need. That was the worst part. The bachelor party was using me any way they wanted and my body loved it even as my mind reeled. To make things worse, I involuntarily moved my hips against the thrusts (as much as I could in the impossible position, anyway) and even let out a moan around my husband’s shaft. Someone said, “She loves it!” I felt humiliation wash over me that was almost paralyzing but not paralyzing enough for me to stop moving my hips and moaning around Nolan’s shaft.
It went on for a while and then the hands all left me except for the hands in my pussy and my husband’s hands on my shoulders. I felt ashamed because even though it would have been easy to struggle now I kept moving my hips and moaning as Nolan forced his cock into my throat over and over. I wanted to stop. I desperately wanted to pull away and to rip off the mask and ask Nolan what the fuck he thought he was doing. My mind screamed those instructions but my brain had no control over my head, which moved forward slightly with every one of Nolan’s thrusts. My mind told me to stop but my brain had no control of my arms, which reached around Nolan’s thighs and held on as he fucked my throat. My mind sent clear signals to my legs to move the fuck out of the way but the only thing they did was lift my ass up a tiny bit as I moved my hips (which also ignored my brain) against the fingers in my pussy.
“God!” one of the men said. “She’s fucking hot.”
Nolan said, “I told you she was.” I was so damned pissed at him but I was also so damned turned on. I actually staring moving my tongue as he thrust into my throat. “I think I married her for her mouth.”
Married? I stopped moving and Nolan pulled out. He pulled the mask off and said, “I don’t think we need this anymore, Honey.” I couldn’t think of what to say but I looked around, still holding onto my husband’s thighs. From what I could see, the other men were naked. I looked up as well as I could. Pat was still dressed and his hands still held my hips. It was one of the other guys, Andy, who had his fingers in me.
“But… what?” I stammered.
Nolan smiled. “You left all the packages out from the lingerie store, not to mention the hair dye and the receipt from the photography studio. So, I told the boys what you said happened at bachelor parties, that part about everyone taking the stripper at the same time, and they were only too happy to help you with that.”
He reached down and grabbed my shoulders. Andy helped him as he lifted me up, and before I could get my head wrapped around things, I was brought to the couch where a man I didn’t recognize sat. Pat said, “Let me introduce you to Jack, Gina’s sister.” They weren’t introducing me to Jack, they were introducing me to Jack’s cock. They twisted me in the air and I ended up on top of him. A second later his cock was inside of me and I was staring at his face.
I turned my head and said, “All of you guys are gonna cheat?”
Nolan laughed. “You and I are the only two people here who are married, Honey.” Jack grabbed my hips and began moving, and I couldn’t help but moan as Gina’s brother fucked me.
Regina! I turned my head, bit back a moan, and said, “You’re cheating on Gina, Pat!” Pat just smiled and stood up to begin removing his clothes. “You think she’s going to go through with the wedding when she finds out about this?”
“I guess I never told you about my relationship before.” It was like a blow to the head. It wasn’t any of the boys. It was Regina’s voice. I looked around desperately and saw her step out of the closet. She was naked, and she was smiling. She walked toward pat but stopped on the way and put one hand around Andy’s cock and the other around Nolan’s. I watched her stroke my husband and then she fell to her knees and while her hand moved over his cock, she began sucking on Andy’s. I felt jealousy rise inside of me but I also felt relief. She was here. I wouldn’t have to take on all six guys. I could take three and she could take three.
Where the hell was my head? I was relieved because I only had to fuck three guys? What the hell was going on and why the hell hadn’t I just told the men to stop? Why didn’t I tell them to stop right then? Is stared at my friend’s lips moving up and down on that cock, and I stared at the hand she used to stroke my husband, and my reaction was arousal rather than anger. In fact, when my head was turned and a cock was pushed into my mouth, I began sucking and moving along the shaft. The only thing I did to try to control things was move Pat so that I could still watch Regina as I sucked. Regina switched between the cocks so she was stroking Andy and sucking Nolan and I realized each of us had the other’s man in her mouth.
I had never experienced, emotionally, what I felt right then. I was beyond angry with Nolan. I was so goddam pissed. I was divorce pissed. The only time I’d ever felt that way before was when I came home from work early and found him fucking my sister in law in the guest room. I’d gone utterly ballistic, and he’d jumped off the bed. Except it wasn’t him. It was his brother. They were like two peas in a pod, and even after my horribly embarrassing apology, I stayed angry the whole day just thinking about him cheating on me. He hadn’t even done it, and I couldn’t get past it. On the other hand, I was so fucking turned on by what was happening, and he had arranged it. I was even turned on by the idea that Gina’s mouth was on him, and that made no sense. How the hell could I absolutely love everything while simultaneously wanting to rip my husband’s balls off?
I thought about what he’d said. “Marriage is based on trust.” I’d certainly tried to test him. I’d been utterly deceptive and set a trap for a husband who had never, not once, given me a reason to doubt him. I realized (and it was pretty fucking strange to realize it with one cock in my mouth and another in my pussy) that I was a pretty bad wife in that respect. I always treated him like he was going to fuck any woman available at any time. I even regularly checked his internet history looking for dating sites and the like. He’d never done anything to deserve that, and I’d set up an elaborate plan to try to pretend I was a stripper to entrap him into doing something to justify all my paranoia. He’d turned it all around on me, and as I sucked on Pat and fucked Jack, the anger I felt toward him diminished as new anger sprouted, this anger directed at myself.
I heard what seemed like a scream, muffled but still a scream, behind me and I pushed away from Pat to turn my head. What I saw made my pussy go crazy. Gina was on top of Barry, another of the friends. She had her mouth on Andy, and he had his hands tangled up in her hair, holding her deep on his cock. It was his cock in her throat that muffled the scream but what turned me on was what caused it. There was another cock in her ass! Leland, Pat’s business partner, had his cock in her ass! I’d been friends with Gina forever, and the one thing that terrified her more than anything else was anal sex, and now she was experiencing it while she still had two other cocks to attend to! The angle was perfect because I was looking directly at both of those cocks entering her. I don’t know why I got such a sadistic and wonderful thrill at the sight but it was like I went from enjoying the sex to almost cumming. I began moving my hips faster over Jack, and when Andy grabbed my head again, I made sure to keep things positioned so I could watch Gina out of the corner of my eye.
God! It was so damned crazy! The whole situation was crazy. I was fucking two men at once. That was crazy enough but one of them was Gina’s husband and the other one was her brother in law! As if that wasn’t insane enough, I was watching Gina get brutalized. Her throat was utterly full, and though she wasn’t making muffled screams anymore, I could still hear expressions of pain from the cock in her ass. Jesus! I could see each of those cocks pushing into her and tears were falling from her cheeks. It was so strange. Her pussy was full. Her ass was full. Her throat was
full. Just moments ago, I’d seen her mouth on my husband’s cock and even with the jealousy that was a pretty remarkable sight. Now, three other men were taking her, and—
Three other men? Where the hell had Nolan gone?
I gasped as the answer was revealed to me by pressure at the tiny opening of my asshole.
Mine.
My asshole.
Nolan was going to take my ass, to fill me up completely just like Gina had been filled.
Blind panic washed over me, the kind of panic that was utterly debilitating. I stopped sucking and just remained there with Pat’s cock in my mouth. I didn’t move on top of Jack any more either. Of course, the men themselves didn’t stop moving. As I kind of froze in panic, Andy kept pushing into my mouth, and he must have been pretty damned turned on by watching what was happening to Regina because he decided what was good for his wife was good for me. With a very firm grip on my head, he began forcing his cock into my throat. So, gagging was added to the terror and I could feel my eyes watering up. Jack, too, didn’t stop his thrusts. Nolan gripped one ass cheek tightly, and I thought about every time he’d tried for my ass and every time I’d refused him. I hoped like hell he’d be gentle, and I hoped like hell the pain wouldn’t be nearly as bad as I’d heard it was.
As a kid, I’d read a lot of Greek mythology, and I never understood Pandora’s Box. Pandora opened the magical box and all of the evils were released into the world. The part I didn’t get is that the box was closed and only one evil was left but the “evil” was hope. As a child, I never understood how in the world hope could be considered a bad thing. As Nolan’s cock broke through my tiny opening, I understood completely. I understood what it meant to hope he’d be gentle and instead for him to slam forward with force. I understood what it meant to hope it wouldn’t be as painful as I imagined only to feel far more pan than I’d ever felt before. It was staggering pain. It was shocking pain. It was unbelievable pain. It was impossible pain. It was overpowering pain. It was pain in its purest and most agonizing form, and it claimed me the way lava might have claimed me if I’d fallen into a live volcano. My whole body burned into nothingness, nothingness except for perfect, unadulterated hurt.
So I have no fucking idea why I came.
I was in the midst of shock from the trauma of Nolan’s brutal penetration for about a second before my whole body clenched up and then exploded with pleasure stronger than any previous orgasm had brought me. I hadn’t yet processed the pain from the anal sex so for a moment I was confused, or at least my body was. I screamed loudly, and I was mid-scream when I realized the orgasm prompted the reaction and the pain had nothing to do with it. I lifted my hands up and grabbed Pat’s ass, pulling him forward and forcing his cock even deeper into my throat, heedless of the gags and even enjoying them. I moved my lower body rapidly, trying to get the cock in my cunt deeper and even trying to get Nolan’s cock deeper into my ass. Naturally, the men moved faster, and as tears rolled down my cheeks, I wondered if I’d misinterpreted everything about how Gina felt. I was sure I looked like I was in a great deal of pain although with my hips moving so much, anyone would know I was actively encouraging things.
Actually, I was still in a great deal of pain. That was perhaps the craziest thing about the situation. Even as I came like crazy my ass still hurt like a bitch. It was still staggering but somehow the orgasm had impacted me in such a way that I desired the pain as much as the pleasure. I heard Gina scream, “Oh God Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” just as her husband unloaded in my mouth. He was right at the opening of my throat when he started spurting, and I choked and gagged because he didn’t slow down his thrusts into my throat at all. It was torture that I bizarrely loved even as the choking and the gags sent more tears streaming over my face and I felt weak from lack of oxygen. The men inside me sped up, Nolan slamming into my ass so forcefully that every thrust seemed to send sparks through my vision. When Pat pulled out of my mouth, I gasped for air and then screamed out words very similar to those Gina had used moments before.
The men didn’t really need encouragement because they were already fucking me with about as much power as anyone could. In the midst of my strange pain and pleasure filled euphoria, I looked over at Gina. She was just opening her mouth to take Barry’s cock into it. He’d scrambled out from underneath her and knelt right in front of her face. I watched as a thick rope of cum splashed over her mouth and chin before she got her lips over him. Andy stood to the side, his cock mostly soft now as he breathed heavily. Leland was right behind her, his balls slapping against her cunt with every hard thrust into her ass. The sight was so fucking erotic, and when Nolan suddenly yanked me up off Jack, I gasped because his cock remained inside of my ass even as I was in midair for a moment. He fucked me furiously as Jack grabbed my head and once again my throat and mouth were filled with cum as my lips closed over his cock. It didn’t take Jack long to cum after that but instead of cumming in my ass, he wrenched me around so I fell on my butt and he, too, forced his cock into my throat. I felt dirty and slutty to have his cock in my mouth after it had been in my ass.
Dirty and slutty felt wonderful.
By the time Jack pulled out and I sat on the floor breathing heavily and trying to understand what the hell had happened, Gina was done, too. She looked wrecked but the crawled over to me and said, “My turn.”
I looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t call what just happened a turn?”
She smiled maliciously. “The deal was that I get you when the men were done.”
It was Barry who said, “We’re not done.” I looked at him in shock. He and Leland were already walking toward me, and Andy wasn’t far behind. Barry said, “I get her ass this time,” and I gulped. It was okay, though. I got to see the malicious smile disappear from Gina’s face as Nolan grabbed her and the throat fucking began. It was strange to be so turned on even as I wondered if she could even survive any more.
She survived.
She survived and made good on her promise to take me, too.
My marriage survived as well. We didn’t exactly turn into swingers. In fact, neither Gina nor I ever took on a bunch of men at the same time again. We weren’t exactly monogamous, though. We had an arrangement, and I was just as likely to fuck Pat on any given day as I was to fuck Nolan. It was the same for Gina. Of course, there were also wonderful times every week or two where we’d all four get together and that usually meant double penetration for both of us. Best of all, Gina and I slept with each other every single day. It was kind of cool that everyone started calling me Tori, short for Clitoria.
I’ll tell you one thing. That nickname was pretty damned hard to explain.
The End
About the Author
Savannah Deeds loves writing about women who place themselves in situations where the consequences are sexy, unexpected, and utterly the women’s own fault. It’s a fun look at life in general and maybe it could be described as sex-tuation comedy?
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Hotwife Sara's Diary by tlogtlom
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Hotwife Sara’s Diary
April 10, 2014
6:00 A.M.
Sara here, writing about my husband Gene and myself.
What couple doesn’t pillow-talk? We do it all the time: the better the sex, the more vivid the talking.
Last night was incredible. True, we find ways to finish each other off, being patient and in touch with each other’s feelings when we are not simultaneous. Sorry it is becoming rare when we both cum together, so this was great.
Gene had risen first and brought back a hot wet hand towel. While he was cleaning me, we went further with our pre-lovemaking pillow talk subject with cuddling and musings afterward.
I initiated, “So, under the right conditions, you would not mind it whe
n I have sex with other men.”
My husband stopped the cloth and parsed that question, “I hear you saying, ‘When you had sex’, not ‘If I gave permission? Sex with other men, not man?’”
My verbal skills far outshone his. “If and when I spread my legs for someone, it will be because it is something I want to do, not something you want me to do.”
Gene sensed my concern and moderated, “I might be open to some kind of hook up with another man, under the right conditions.”