I have just witnessed my wife being fucked by two virtual strangers.  What's more, I paid them to do it.  It happened like this:

Becky and I have been together for seven years, married for two of them.  Neither of could be described as virginal when we met, in fact as far as we were both concerned, the first time we fucked was casual sex.  Bu it was good, very good.  We began to meet on a regular basis.

Neither of us has been totally faithful, we were at first, but our jobs take us away from home occasionally and we have an agreement - if it itches, scratch it.  One evening, we were watching porn together.  The storyline, such as it was, was a woman at a Christmas party being fucked by all the men present.  Becky watched wide-eyed as cock after cock plundered a cunt dripping with cum.  When it ended, she said;

"That was some Christmas present."

I teased her about it, asking if that was what she wanted for Christmas.  Sex was particularly vigorous that night.

A few days later, she raised the subject, asking;

"Could you watch as I was gang-banged like the girl in that video?"

It came out of the blue, but I said yes, I thought so.  I suppose like many men, it was one of my wank-fantasies.  But not something that I ever imagined would really happen.

Over the next few days, the subject continued to arise.  The fuse was lit.  We watched the same video again and she decided that a gang-bang was probably too much, but two or three she could cope with.  She also said that, like the girl in the video, condoms were not to be used, if she was going to do it at all, she wanted the full experience.

I thought that the chances of it ever happening were pretty remote.  I was wrong.  She had somebody in mind.

At one of her conferences, she had met two young men recently ex-army.  At first she had assumed that they were a couple and they were, but not gay.  They currently shared a flat but in the army they had shared things that civvies would rather not hear about.  They had become brothers in arms.

Becky had assured me that she had not already fucked either of them, but that she fancied them both.  She contacted them and we arranged a meeting.  They lived about fifty miles away, we met at a big, characterless pub an equal distance from us both.  They were not told the reason, just that I wanted to meet them.

They were Phil and Matt.  Management trainees at the same company.  They would do, but would they?  Becky led the conversation;

"Do you do everything together?"

"Pretty much."

"Have you ever shared a woman?"

They looked at each other,  Becky prompted by saying;

"We're all grown-ups."

They said as one;

"Yes."

Becky grinned;

"Now you're getting me all wet, tell me more."

Again they looked at each other.  Phil nodded.  Matt said;

"That's why we left the army, we were given the choice of resigning or being court-marshalled.  The magagement jobs were a sweetener."

Phil took over.  Looking around to see who was listening,  he said softly;

"We had a threesome with the C.O's wife.  He caught us at it."

Becky roared with laughter. Matt chipped in;

"It was her idea and we weren't the first.  She liked her men young, fit and two at a time.  We were unlucky enough to get caught."

"Did you at least have enough time to enjoy it?"

"Not that time, but it was not the first time."

This was better than either of us had hoped for.

"Would you do me?"

Asked Becky sweetly.  There was a long pause, then Phil said;

"Fuck you?"

"Fuck me.  Both of you."

"A threesome?"

"Well," she said nodding towards me.  "Plus one."

We agreed details.  We saw them safely into a taxi and waved them off.  It was just about dark, quite mild.  As the taxi drove away, Becky said;

"I was not joking when I said I was wet."

"Better get home quickly then."

I replied.

"Can't wait until then, I want it now."

I fucked her from behind among the rubbish bins at the back the pub.  From the discarded condoms, we were not the first.  I came in a matter of seconds, making her even wetter.

The day eventually came, a Saturday.   Becky went to the hairdressers in the morning and spent the afternoon readying herself for the evening, but eventually came down wearing a silk, kimono style dressing gown.  We had an early dinner and waited.  The lads arrived promptly.  They too had made an effort, they were dressed for a night out.

We had drinks in the lounge then Becky said;

"Shall we go up then?"

She led the way with me bringing up the rear.  In the room, Becky discarded the robe.  All she wore were black seamed stockings held up with a strappy suspender belt.  On her feet were a pair of very high heeled stillettos.  Even I gasped, she was gift-wrapped.

The lads quickly discarded their clothes, both their cocks were fully erect.  Matt was about the same size as me, Phil was huge.  Becky's turn to gasp.  She knelt in front of them and examined their offerings, one in each hand before sucking each into her mouth in turn.

I removed my clothes.  Three stiff cocks, one probably very wet cunt.  Nothing was said and apart from the initial sucking and Becky having her tits groped, there was little in the way of foreplay.  Becky stretched herself out on the bed on her back, knees up and spread.  She certainly was wet, her juices gleamed in the low light.

Perhaps they had agreed beforehand, but Matt stepped aside and allowed Phil to go first.  He placed a hand behind each knee, rocking Becky backwards so that she was raised up to him.  I moved for a closer view, Phil's monster was at the threshold,  Becky used both hands to guide him in.  The thing slipped inside with surprising ease, her soft wet flesh offering no resistance.  Becky exhaled as the huge tool stretched her and then they were fucking, hard and fast.

Becky cried out each time Phil slammed into her.  I had my own cock in my hand wanking, on the other side of the bed Matt was jerking his.  Phil gave a strangled cry, he was coming already.  But he pulled out and finished himself by hand.  It took only a few quick strokes and he was jetting spurt after spurt of thick cum onto Beckys naked flesh, covering her belly and tits.  Becky squealed as the hot spurts splashed her.

Suddenly, Matt was in position, he slid his rigid cock into the hole stretched and primed by his well-endowed friend and fucked with the same ferocity.  Becky's cum covered tits bounced as he rammed her.  Unlike Phil, he came inside her, accompanied by 'Oh's' from Becky as he pumped his offering deep inside her cunt.

Then it was my turn.  I took my place, Becky was coated in spunk, more leaked from her battered cunt, past her stretched arsehole and between her cheeks to soak into the sheet beneath.  Lubricated by another man's cum, I pushed inside, my first sloppy seconds.

I too, was too excited to last long.  Despite the lack of friction in Becky's cunt, the sight of her spunky, flapping tits and the squelch of my cock in her well fucked cunt was enough and I was soon blasting my own saved up load into her.

It was end of round one.  What was intended as a sex-fest for Becky, had so far been a spunk-shoot for the men, Becky had been nowhere close to an orgasm, we had a lot to make amends for.

Becky went to the bathroom to clean up, tottering on her high heels.  I went downstairs to fetch another bottle.  When I returned, the three of them were on the bed, Becky in the middle.  I pulled up a chair.  It was surreal, four naked people, sipping wine, talking small-talk.  But slowly, thoughts and talk turned to what we were there for.  Sex.

Hands began to stray, cocks began to stiffen, my own was already at full readiness, as were Becky's nipples.  Matt bent down and sucked one into his mouth, Phil took the other.  Becky had a mouth on each tit and a cock in each hand.  My own cock was back in my hand.

Matt slid his hand caressingly over Becky's body to her waiting cunt and pushed two fingers into her, finger fucking her before using her own copious juice as a lubricant for her clit as he strummed it.  Each man had hooked a leg over hers so that she could not close her legs, although it was unlikely that she wanted to.  As she climaxed  Phil clamped his mouth over hers, muffling her gasps of pleasure.

When her spasms diminished, they released her.  Her fine tits rising and falling as she fought to bring her breathing back to normal.  But they did not allow her to rest.  Matt moved down so that his face was level with her genitals and gently spread the inflamed petals of her sex.  My heart skipped a beat.  He was going to lick her cunt.  She had cleaned up, but not showered, surely there was still spunk inside her?  Mine and Matt's.  If he realised, it didn't stop him, he lapped from a well brimming with a cocktail of sex juices.

Becky groaned as his tongue scoured her.  I know that she is capable of multiple orgasms in rapid succession, this was a moan of sheer pleasure.  Matt knelt beside her, cock bristling and moved so that he was astride her, facing his friend, Becky reached for his cock and sucked it into her mouth.  This time when her orgasm hit, it was Matt's cock muffling her cries.

Phil repositioned himself between Becky's thighs and once again fed his shrew-tamer into her well prepared hole.  This time his fucking was more paced, but it was not long before he was on the short strokes and this time, shot his load inside.

I was treated once more to the sight of my wife's plundered hole, gaping as spunk trickled from it.  But not for long, Matt, still with his cock exploring Becky's throat, leaned forward, mouth wide stretched, and covered the oozing cleft with his mouth.  Becky came again almost immediately.  Matt was not far behind, pumping his second contribution down her throat.

They both moved away, spent cocks flopping.  Mine was far from floppy.  Miraculously, despite wanking vigorously thoughout Becky's debauch, I had somehow managed to save my load for a more worthy home.  Becky turned onto her side and curled up into a ball.  She looked up when I touched her and uncurled again when she saw what was on offer.

I positioned her on all fours so that I could fuck her from behind.  She loves it this way and so do I.  I fucked her with long, deep strokes, enjoying the feel of my balls touching her fingers on the in-stroke as she rubbed her clit, and the sight of her cunt lips clinging to my shaft on the out-stroke.  But try as I may, I couldn't come, eventually pulling out still loaded.

Fortunately, help was at hand.  The lads were up and ready.  Matt lay on his back and invited Becky to mount him, which she did with enthusiasm, cowgirl is another favourite.  She eased down impaling herself.  After a few positioning thrusts from Matt, Phil offered his cock to her mouth.  Before she took him in, she turned to me and said;

"My arse, put yours in my arse."

Then she engulfed Phil's. 

I was surprised, we had discussed the posibility of anal, the girl in the movie had been fucked repeatedly in all holes.  Becky likes anal, we do it a fair amount, but she had said that for this threesome, anal was not on offer.  That hole, she explained, was just for me.

But it was me that was being invited to fuck her there.  The idea of being triple penetrated was to much to resist.  There was lube in the bedside drawer.  As Matt's cock slid in and out of one hole, I lubricated the other then offered my tip to the pucker.  I entered easeily, she is always tight and tighter still because of Matt's todger occupying a nearby hole, but I was so hard it felt like I could penetrate stone.

Triple fucking is not as easy as they make it look in porn and we both slipped out as we we tried to synchronise, much to Becky's anoyance.  Eventually Matt suggested that he do the thrusting while I hung on for the ride.  It worked.  It was as close as I ever want to be to another man's cock, but an amazing experience, Matt was fucking us both.

The ejaculation that had evaded me previously was now difficult to hold back.  I gave up and let it go, Matt did not break stroke.  It felt like Becky's arsehole was milking me.  I wanted it never to stop, but I soon softened and Matt's ramming squeezed me out with a slurp.  He kept going, I watched fascinated as each thrust caused a little spurt of cum, my cum, to pulse out of Becky's still distended sphincter.

Becky gurgled as Phil filled her mouth with his contribution, Matt kept on pumping until he too empied his tanks into Becky's writhing body.

It was over  the lads declared themselves out of ammunition.  I certainly was.  For me, two comes in such rapid succesion is rare.

A taxi was summoned to deliver the two rentastuds back home.  I paid in advance.  Stricly speaking, I did not actually pay the lads to fuck Becky, but I paid for the taxi both ways.

As we lay cuddled up in bed later, I marvelled about a woman's capacity for sex. Becky had taken eight loads in the course of the evening, four in her cunt, two in her mouth and one up her arse.  Plus the one that had been sprayed onto her tits.

My cock was hard again, but I knew that it was just wishful thinking.  Becky rolled onto her side and I snuggled up to her in the spoons position.  She reached between her legs for my cock and lodged it between her thighs.  She new that it was dry, but we often fall asleep like this, with her cunt kissing the top side of my cock goodnight.

I kissed the nape of her neck and murmured;

"Did you enjoy your evening?"

She wiggled her arse against me and said;

"Yes, I did.  But next time I want more."

Next time?  More?

"More men, more cocks.  I want a gang-bang with as many men as possible, I want to bathe in spunk."

The thought of it kept me awake for most of the night.  

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