Let me tell you about Marge my wife.  She is  a twenty nine year old beauty, stood at just 5'4" her legs look long for her body.  She had long brown wavy hair surrounding her pretty face.  She doesn't need makeup but will wear just a little when she goes out.  She has shapely hour glass figure.  Her only bad point is her wicked tongue.  In recent years we have lost a lot of friends due to her gob.  In fact we had been cancelled from the party scene, so I was very happy that we had been invited to the latest party.


Marge had dressed to thrill and applied just a smidgen of makeup.  She looked stunning.  The party was in full swing and I had been welcomed warmly and was stood with a bunch of blokes drinking and talking crap like a group of men often do.  Then there seemed a bit of a commotion and as I looked around Marge was right at the center of it.  I wondered what she had done or said now.  Phil was clearly very angry with her and was dragging her towards some chairs.  I started to walk towards them with the intention of trying to defuse the situation.


That was when I heard the door slam and Bruno stood against it to prevent anyone else entering the room.  Bruno is a man mountain at nearly seven feet tall and nearly as wide.  I quickly surveyed our surroundings and other than Pearl, Phil's wife, all the other seven people were men.  Phil had got Marge to the chairs and sat down and was dragging Marge across his lap.  As usual a stream of abuse was pouring from Madge's mouth directed at both Keith and Pearl.


"I'm going to teach you to keep that gob of yours shut for once and for all," Phil roared at Marge.  She was now across his knees and he was lifting her skirt with the obvious intentions of thrashing her arse.  Tom put an arm across me and said, "don't,"  I took that as a warning not to interfere or try to stop what was about to happen.  As the raising of her skirt revealed her arse there was a gasp from several of the men.  Gill was now stood in front of me and I couldn't see what the gasp was for but was soon to find out why.


"The dirty bitch isn't wearing and panties," came from someones lips.  I wasn't uncommon for Marge to go panty free, and thinking back to when she dressed for the party I couldn't remember her putting any on.  Then I hear a thwack and then another.  Both were followed by a squeal from Marge.  Then a further three blows landed and was again followed by three squeals.


It was now that I started to get worried as I often wrestled with Marge, and if I got to smacking her arse, after a few slaps to her arse she gets excited and extremely wet and can come without any other stimulation.  Then two more blows landed.  The first triggered another squeal but the last provoked a groan.


"The dirty bitch is enjoying it," Phil declared,  "She's rubbing her twat on my legs and I think she pissed herself," he added.   Now I was extremely worried she hadn't pissed herself she had just come.  When she comes she often squirts some cum from her pussy and that is what Phil could feel wetting his legs.  Three more blows landed on her arse and three more groans rang out.


I was now now in a position where I could see what was happening and Phil had stopped the blows and was running his fingers in Marge's crack.  "Fuck me she's wet," he said as his fingers slid up her crack and Marge wiggled her arse as his fingers parted her lips and they closed again as the fingers passed.    There was a string of sticky goo stretched between Phil's fingers and Marge's pussy lips.   I could see that Marge was slowly grinding her pussy against Phil's legs as Phil again run his fingers through her crack.


One of the men suddenly gasped, "She needs a damn good fucking."  Then Melvin said, "Yes and I'm the man to give it to her."  He stepped forward undoing his trousers and pulling out his cock that was already hard.  I went to move to defend my wife, but two sets of hands grabbed me and restrained me from going to her defense.  It was too late anyway as Melvin had lined up and was now thrusting forward.  After the initial gasp from Marge, a stream of abuse was hurled at Melvin, although I doubted that she knew who was now plowing her pussy.


A man I didn't know said he had a way of stopping her mouth and in no time she had his cock in her mouth.  It didn't completely stop her but is certainly quietened her down.  Hard to talk with a cock deep in your mouth, so I'm told.   The man declared that my wife's mouthy was good.  Melvin added that her pussy was pretty good to and that she was now pushing back at his cock.  He wasn't wrong she was pushing back.  I heard someone tell Melvin to hussy up as there was plenty more men wanting a piece of her arse.


It wasn't long before Melvin started short sharp stabs at Marge's pussy.  I shouted not to come in her, but it was too late and Melvin groaned as he shot his load in y wife's pussy.  He was quickly replaced as was the man who shot his load in Marge's mouth.  I also took a turn in my wife's pussy.  That was after Phil got out from under her and took a turn.   Then Bruno asked that someone relieve him on the door and as he waddled towards Marge she saw the size of his cock.  It was massive and in proportion to the rest of his body, long and fat.  I heard Marge say, "no, not that thing," and then she squealed as he stuffed the first inch or two into her pussy.  Then just grunts and groans as he started to thrust and stuff more in each time.


Each thrust seemed to propel Madge forward a little deeper onto the sofa she was bent over.  The men were all cheering Bruno on telling him to give it to her, and give it he did.  He was now balls deep and withdrawing until the tip was exposed and then thrusting back in up to those large balls.  Then Marge started wailing and thrashing about.  I had never seen her quite like this.  Her whole body was out of control and Bruno was having to hold her hips quite tightly to prevent her from squirming off his cock, like a maggot trying to get off a fishing hook.


Then Marge groaned and went totally limp.  That didn't stop Bruno who kept going for another few minutes before he groaned and let his cum go deep, and I do mean deep, in my wife's pussy.  Bruno eventually pulled out and lots of cum came out with his cock.  Her pussy remained wide open.  He looked at me and said, "If your foul mouth bitch needs any more you know where to come."  The men and Pearl stepped back as I went to Marge and got her in the sitting position.  Her skirt had lots of cum on it and more was still trickling from her pussy.


The door was opened and everyone including Pearl left us alone.  Marge wanted to go home.  I had to help her up and to the car as she could barely stand.  Her legs were like jelly.  We didn't talk on the way home or when I bathed her and put her to bed.  The next morning I caught her rubbing cream into her pussy as it was sore.  I asked whet she had said about Pearl.  Marge said it was something about her dress that had sparked the incident.  I asked her was she sorry.  "Hell no.  It was an ugly dress and as for those brutes I could take them all again."


A few weeks later at another party she not only took them on but another two as well.  Since then we have been welcomed back to the party scene.  Marge still can't keep her gob shut, but now I think she deliberately picks an argument so that she has to take her punishment, and take it she does.  She has picked many an argument with Bruno.