Jason, Male, 29

	- Narrator, husband of Scarlett

	- beige skin, 5'8, 165lbs, short brown hair

Scarlett, Female, 28

	- Wife of Jason

	- pale freckled skin, 5'0, 90lbs, fiery red hair over shoulders

Vince, Male, 30

	- Friend of Jason

	- dark-tanned skin, 6'0, 195lbs, short dark-brown hair

Larry, Male, 30

	- Friend of Jason

	- beige skin, 5'11, 175lbs, short blond hair

Ollie, Male, 39

	- Friend of Jason

	- light-brown skin, 5'10, 170lbs, balding with stubbly black hair

Calvin, Male, 29

	- Friend of Jason

	- Pale skin, 5'6, 175lbs, balding with unkempt dark-brown/black hair

"Jason," my wife said as we cuddled together after making love Saturday morning, "I really want to have a baby..."

This conversation again. Scarlett and I had been married for almost six years, tying the knot right out of college. Twenty-three at the time. The day of this conversation, I was twenty-nine and Scarlett twenty-eight. We'd tried for several years to get pregnant, and only a year earlier, a fertility test had discovered that I was unlikely to father any children. It was a heartbreaking moment for both of us, and for a while, the conversations about having a baby had been shelved.

But over the last week, Scarlett had brought the subject up. Gently, yes. But it still hurt to think that I was unable to deliver viable sperm for her eggs. "I know, Scarlett... I know..."

"I wish I could have your baby, Jason... I want nothing else in the world, but..."

"But I can't get you pregnant," I muttered.

She was quiet a while, slowly stroking my cheek and neck. Then she said, "You've always wanted to watch me fuck another guy, right?"

"Yes," I replied. That was a fantasy we played out often in our bedroom. The idea of Scarlett being fucked by someone else was a huge turn on for me.

"Well... maybe... we can try that out and maybe get me pregnant..."

Although I'd just cum in Scarlett's mouth moments earlier, I felt myself stirring again. "What, like some random dudes just busting it up in your twat?"

"No!" she laughed, "Not random dudes..."

"So who?"

"I dunno," she replied, "guys we trust..."

"Guys? As in, plural?" I asked.

"Well, think about it like this... If I get pregnant... do we want to know who the father really is? Its going to be my baby, and yours. Our child. The father is irrelevant, really..."

I thought about that quietly a moment. I envisioned my petite, redhead wife, getting filled by one guy after another, any one of which might deliver the seed that finds Scarlett's egg. "I suppose..."

"You suppose?"

"I'm intrigued."

"You mean your cock's poking my thigh again..."

I laughed, "Yeah, intrigued."

Scarlett giggled.

"So who, then?"

"Well," she said before making it clear she'd been thinking about this a while, "Larry and Vince, for starters. I know you like it when I pretend they're fucking me.

We'd often used our common friends as fantasy during our sex play. "Go on."

"Heath. Will. Maybe Ollie, or Sean, or even Kent. Calvin? Payne?"

"Are there any of my friends you haven't thought about fucking?" I joked with a grin.

"Probably not..."

"So how would this work, exactly?"

Scarlett replied, "Well... you'd initiate the conversation and tell each guy what we are looking for. We'd get tested, make sure they are able to impregnate me, and otherwise no diseases... Maybe have them sign a contract saying they waive all rights to the child... And then... we schedule a night, once a month in the middle of my ovulation, and invite the guys we want to come fuck me..."

I was hard as stone. The scenario began to play out in my mind and the images I visualized were incredibly arousing. It didn't hurt that Scarlett was stroking my cock while she explained.

"If I don't get pregnant the first time, we schedule a second time... Until I'm set."

"Let me think about it, alright? Give me a few days?"

She answered, "Of course, Jason! Of course... only if you want this..."

- - -

Goddamn right I wanted it. I hated being infertile, but the thought of a bunch of guys busting nuts in my sexy little wife had me throbbing every time I thought it over. I took my few days to be sure it wasn't just my cock thinking for me, a problem I'd had in my late teens without a doubt, but so long as our relationship stayed strong, and I believed it would, the scenario Scarlett proposed had me as turned on as I had ever been.

"I've been thinking about the idea of you getting pregnant..." I told her as we cuddled again after another Saturday afternoon rutting session. I slowly fondled Scarlett's small, perky breasts as I continued, "and I'm in. I want you to do this, and I want to help, on one condition."

"Name it," my wife breathed, her chest flushed again, "anything."

"I get to be there to watch and I join in."

"Deal."

"So that's it, then? We're gonna invite my friends to come over and fuck you in few weeks?"

She grinned, "I believe that's just what we're gonna do."

"I'll have Vince whip up a contract," I said, referring to a friend of mine who specialized in business and personal contract law. "Pretty sure he'll do it for free just for the chance to sniff your knickers."

Scarlett laughed, "No doubt. He can barely keep from staring when I wear that blue skirt you love so much. I think he's peeked up it a time or two."

"I'm sure he has. He'll be easy, I think. Who else should I ask for the first round?"

"Larry, but you already knew that."

"Of course."

She pursed her lips, "Maybe two more? How about... Calvin... and... Ollie. Both are hot, and I feel pretty certain they would both be interested."

My wife was certainly jumping at the chance to be bred by my friends, and I was rock hard again just imagining the scene. I pushed Scarlett onto her back and spread her legs, my wife's pussy already filled with my nearly-spermfree semen. Plunging into her tight little cunt, Scarlett's curly red hairs there matted and darker than when dry, I moaned out as I told her, "I'll call Vince tomorrow... Mmm... Goddamn, Scarlett... You're gonna get fucked by other guys... Mmmm... Several other guys..."

She was breathing heavily, her hips rising with each of my thrusts, "I know... I know... God... Jason... They're gonna breed me! Mmmm... Ohhh... God... Ohh... God..."

We slammed together with the scene playing out in our heads. I was so turned on that I came before she did, filling Scarlett up with jizz then holding inside her, still mostly hard in her clenching vag while she rapidly stroked her clit to her second climax of the day.

She pulled me down onto her in a tight hug, my half-hard cock still twitching inside her randomly-spasming cunt. "I love you so much, Jason... I cannot deny that I want this... Are you sure this is what you want, too?"

I smiled and kissed her, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead to hers, "Yes... God, yes, Scarlett. I want to watch you get knocked up by Vince. And Larry. And Calvin and Ollie and anyone else... I want to see you getting fucked by all of them."

My cock twitched in Scarlett's sloppy pussy and she purred. "Mmm... You are hot for that, aren't you?" I felt her cunt clench me once, then twice, and I throbbed to life in response. "Going for three times in one day? You are such a horn dog!"

I growled and let out a quick humorous bark before plunging back into Scarlett's cum-filled hole with my cock already hard again.

- - -

"You're fucking serious?" Vince asked me as we sat in his office, a decent location high up a skyscraper overlooking the waterfront and downtown. We sipped brandy, Vince's vice even when he was working. "You're fucking serious?" he repeated. He was an unnaturally-dark tanned man, too many hours spent in the sun in his life. He'd already had two or three bouts of skin cancer in his thirty-odd years, but it didn't stop him from spending way too much time on his boat in the harbor with whatever loose woman he'd hooked up with that weekend. Vince was attractive, I knew from hearing Scarlett fantasize about him at times, and being both tall and in relatively good shape overcame the unnatural tan and the way his face was never clear of black stubble.

Nodding and taking a small sip of the caramel-colored liquor, I replied, "I am..."

"Say it again, so I know you're not just fucking with my head, Jason."

"I want you to draw up a contract for guys to sign which allows Scarlett to get knocked up by them and waives all the guys' rights to anything but the sex."

"Fucking hell," Vince breathed. I knew he cursed a lot. I wondered if he held back such words when he was with clients who had not been friends with him since the second grade. "Fucking hell, Jason. Scarlett really wants this?"

"She does. You know I can't do the job, and... well, we've both been interested in her getting nailed by other guys."

"Seriously, Jason? You want sweet little Scarlett taking other guys? You crazy or something? I thought you were a bit more protective than that, my friend."

Shaking my head, I replied, "Not got anything to do with protecting her, Vince. We both want a child, and Scarlett desperately wants it to be hers. Since I can't do it, we decided to kill two birds and all that. We both want her to get fucked by other guys, several at one time. Look, I know it might sound strange, but I want this, too. And you may think my wife is a sweet, reserved little woman, but believe me, Vince... Well, you'll see once this gets going."

My friend nearly spit out his drink. "Excuse me? I'll see? See what?"

I grinned. "Just help me get a contract together, and I promise you'll be the first guy to sign it..."

Whatever reservations Vince had were tossed with violence out the window. He understood my point and he turned rather excited to know he was going to get to take a crack at knocking up my pretty little wife.

- - -

I figured I needed to approach my other three friends in different ways. Oh, I was sure they all wanted to bang Scarlett. Hell, before we'd gotten married almost six years earlier, there had been tons of sly comments about how Scarlett was so short and skinny that if I could pick her up like a six pack and carry her around. Or, I heard in various ways, that I had to be careful to not break her in half she was so little and too tempting to resist. And then there were the straight-up admissions of how hot Scarlett was or how I was a lucky motherfucker to get to bang that gorgeous woman.

Jealous comments, to be sure. I had no doubt all of my straight friends would love a piece of my wife. For Larry, Calvin, and Ollie, they were about to get an offer for just that. Vince had signed as soon as he'd finished authoring the contract. Hell, he was already on his way to get STI and fertility screens as required by what he'd just signed. I had called up Larry after the meeting with Vince and went to a bar the next afternoon to lay out the offer.

If Vince was an oddly-attractive man, Larry was much more conventionally so. Like Vince, I'd known Larry since I'd moved into the area in second grade. Larry had a frat-boy look with a much more generous and pleasant expression on his face, blonde hair kept short, always clean shaven and dressed like he got paid by Ralph Lauren to look good. Never much of a player, unlike Vince, Larry had been married once and divorced after only two years. Occasionally, he dated a bit, but he was occupied most of the time with a tech startup he founded. He'd told me in confidence that he was in the late stages of selling his firm to one of the industry leaders, and if it went something like planned, he could retire with a huge nest egg in the next few months.

"Damn good to see you, Jason, been too long," he said after the bartender handed us sweating glasses of dark beer at the outside bar which overlooked the harbor. "How you been?"

I told him a few simple things about the last few months, then said, "But I gotta tell you something else that's a bit hard to admit, in a way, but... there's something in it for you in the end, if you're interested."

Larry raised an eyebrow, "Get the babysitter pregnant and need me to sell it when it gets born?" he joked. Larry knew we had no kids, but the babysitter line had been his father's favorite injection of humor whenever anyone appeared ready to tell something serious. Larry used it as a tribute since his dad died four years earlier.

"Oddly enough, there's some elements of what I gotta tell you in those words..."

His eyebrow raised higher.

"You know Scarlett and I want to raise a family."

Larry nodded. "Pretty sure that's been going on for years now, right?"

"Yeah. Well... turns out, a year ago, I found out I'm unable to father a child..."

"Damn, sorry to hear that, Jason... Damn..."

"Yeah, thanks. I'm okay with it, mostly, but that's why I wanted to talk to you..."

Larry took a long swig of his brew and waited for me to continue.

"So... Scarlett and I... we've been considering ways to have a baby, and we've come up with the method we want to use..."

Larry was always much more perceptive than any of my other friends, "You want me to provide the sperm?"

I chuckled, "Sort of... you and a few others..."

"So you won't know who the father is... Okay, makes sense. Got a kit or something? I'm willing to do that for you two. Just tell me how you want me to get it to you and we'll make it happen."

"See," I laughed, "that's just the thing." I paused and leaned in. "Scarlett and I... we want you to deliver it directly into her..."

Larry was remarkably unfazed. "Directly, huh? This doesn't sound like you, buddy."

"Maybe not, but, this is a fantasy I've had for some time, watching Scarlett get nailed by some other guys... And given that we want to get pregnant... it kinda makes sense to do them both, together... so... that's what I'm offering, Larry... A chance to fuck Scarlett and knock her up... along with a couple other guys you know..."

He skipped right past the meat of the idea and asked, "Who else is going to be there?"

"Vince, for one," I replied. I knew Larry and Vince were still decent friends, so it shouldn't be an issue. But the other two were less known to Larry. "You remember Ollie, right?"

"From your wedding? Wasn't he the guy who couldn't stop making puns at the reception?"

"The very same... He quit punning not long after, thankfully."

Larry shook his head, "Yeah, okay. That all?"

"And... Calvin..."

Larry's eyebrow raised high again. "Really? Calvin?"

I shrugged, "Scarlett thinks he's hot..."

"Hot... Yeah, sure, whatever, Scarlett," Larry laughed. "Maybe hot as in coated in downy fur and baked into a pie he's currently eating."

I shrugged again, "He's a friend, you know. And so long as Scarlett wants him there, he's getting the same offer..."

Larry chewed his thoughts a moment. "Suppose there's some testing to do first? Even you aren't stupid enough to let us all bang your wife without getting checked for infections and whatnot."

"Yeah, there's a whole contract to sign. Vince whipped it up yesterday. Also need to do a fertility test... that's sort of important, too..."

"Makes sense... No commitments, then? For me, or the other guys? Just bang Scarlett and that's the end of it?"

I nodded and said, "Pretty much, yeah. Have a little gangbang one weekend a month or so until she's knocked up."

"I'll want a few days to think it over, Jason... But," Larry's voice grew a little excited, "I gotta admit... I've wanted to bang Scarlett since the first time you brought her over to my house for that Solstice party. She is so damn hot, you know."

"Oh, I know," I grinned, "and believe me, she's well worth you signing this contract." I handed him an envelope with the documents inside. "Take your time. We're not planning a date yet, but she'll next be ovulating in about three weeks or so. That would be the earliest..."

Larry finished his beer and waved the bartender over for another. "Well this has been a strange twist on my day, to say the least."

I checked the time on my cell and replied, "Hopefully a good twist. Look, I've got to run and meet Ollie." I laid money on the bar. "Next couple rounds on me, okay? Let me know when you've come to a decision."

"Will do, Jason, and thanks for thinking of me... errr... for this..."

I grinned, "Thank Scarlett. She's fantasized about fucking you for a couple years now..."

"Goddamn," he growled, "that's gonna make it hard to do anything but sign the contract..."

Nodding, I slapped Larry on the back, "Oh, I know..."

As I turned to walk off, Larry called to me and said, "Err, Jason? Won't having Ollie there make it... well... obvious... who the father is... or is not?"

I hadn't really thought it over, but to Larry's point, three of those being invited were Caucasian. Ollie was a light-skinned black man. "Maybe... we'll see," was all I had to answer Larry at the time.

- - -

"Stop fucking around, Jason. You know I ain't been laid in six months." Ollie said as we sat at a bar closer to the north end of town near where Ollie ran a marketing business. "I'm sure Scarlett's little twat would have me busting a nut in seconds I'm so backed up."

"I'm serious," I told my friend, handing him an envelope. Ollie was a little older than the rest of us, going on forty. I'd met him while participating in a beach run and we'd been friends for almost five years. He'd hung out with me, Vince, and Larry over the years and knew them reasonably well, less so often with Calvin. He was balding, but in a way which made him look tight and strong. Ollie worked out more than any of us, and his broad shoulders perfectly set the tone for the rest of his body. I had no doubts about Scarlett's thoughts regarding the man. She'd never had sex with anyone who wasn't white, and Ollie was at the top of the list of those she really wanted to fuck. "No tricks, nothing but an offer to help impregnate Scarlett."

Ollie licked his lips a moment before gently taking the envelope. He flipped it open and glanced at the first page of the contract. "This is for real?"

I nodded, "Vince wrote it up for me yesterday. He signed it already. Larry's considering it and I think Calvin will do the same."

"And you want us to come bang Scarlett? Just like that? I'm gonna need to know this is her idea, Jason."

"I figured you'd say that," I told my friend. Ollie was perhaps the most cautious in all things, and I knew he'd want to talk to my wife directly before he put even a little thought into the offer. "She's hanging out on the other side of the bar. I'll call her over." I'd made sure Scarlett was in the place for just such a request.

I pinged her cell and my little redheaded wife strolled into view. She was looking delicious, as usual. She wore a short green skirt with a simple but silky light-green blouse, a delightful accent for her bright green eyes and fiery red hair. Scarlett was usually the shortest adult in any room, and this one was no different, but I always felt like her presence was much, much larger than her physical size.

"Hey, Ollie," she grinned wickedly as she hugged him lightly, "I hear you're considering something interesting..."

"Well, damn, Scarlett... turns out, I am..."

"Got a few questions, I assume?" my wife asked as she leaned against me and lightly pawed my inner thigh. My cock responded immediately.

"Well, damn," Ollie repeated, "Jason handed me this crazy thing," he said, waving the contract pages in front of us, "and seems to think he can get me to knock you up if I sign this thing... This something you signed on for?"

Scarlett giggled and looked up at me, then replied, "Hell, Ollie, it was my idea. I wanna get pregnant, and... we've been considering opening things up for me to fuck a guy or two besides Jason, so... it kinda made sense, right?"

"Suppose," Ollie said, scratching his cheek, "and you want to take on all of us at once?"

"I think that would be great, yes... I'm only ovulating a couple days each cycle, you know, so... Gotta be efficient, right?"

"Suppose," he said again. "Damn, can't say this isn't really tempting."

Scarlett offered a faux pout, bending forward so that her head was really close to Ollie's crotch, "Awww... I'm not sexy enough for you, Ollie? Not sexy enough to want to fuck?"

"Now you know that's a damn lie," he spat back without malice, "you're 'bout the sexiest woman I've ever seen, aside from J-Lo. How the hell this one," he said, thumbing in my direction, "hooked you, I have no idea."

"You should see what he does to me in the bedroom," Scarlett purred while stroking just a little closer to my cock, "then you'd know why I'm with him..."

I groaned and chuckled, "Well, I hope that's not the only reason."

Scarlett giggled again and kissed my lips, "You know it's not." She turned back to Ollie, "I want this, and it was my idea. Jason wants this, too, so it's gonna happen." She stepped closer to my friend again and rested a petite, freckled hand on the man's arm. "The only question, it seems, is whether you're gonna be one of the guys to slide between my legs, push your cock into my gash, and empty everything you've got inside me..."

I saw Ollie visibly swallow a lump, his brow sweating just a bit. "Well, hell. How can any guy say no to you, Scarlett? Just... just let me read this over, okay?"

"Of course," my wife nodded, "we're looking at about three weeks from now, when I'll be ovulating..."

"Sweet Jesus," he muttered, "never thought I'd get any offer like this one, but damn sure not from such a fuckable hottie like you, Scarlett... No offense..."

Scarlett laughed, "No offense at all, I promise you..."

- - -

The last to talk to was Calvin. He had no time for me until a few days later, and what little time he had was limited to about ten minutes in a cocktail lounge along the waterfront. He was in and out of town frequently as a mercantile trader, and was only in that day, long enough to check on his little daughter who was staying with Calvin's sister while he was in the middle of travel season.

"Gotta be quick, Jason, sorry about that..."

"No problem." I handed my friend the envelope. I wondered why Scarlett found Calvin attractive. I was straight so I supposed my biases were keeping me from seeing certain things, but he was round and covered in dark hairs everywhere but in the middle of his head. His arms, where they were visible, were quite hairy. His neck, even, showed tufts of dark hair trying to move up to where his beard was unkempt and overgrown. His eyebrows were strips of black shag carpet. His body was sort of the opposite of Ollie's, pale and round and mostly featureless. Granted, he always wore at least one-too-many layers of clothing for some reason, and was always sweating. Neither did anything to help me understand what my wife saw about the man that might be sexy.

Regardless, Scarlett wanted Calvin invited, and so I met him that day and, after handing over the envelope, I told him the offer, quickly summarizing the same story I'd told Vince, Larry, and Ollie, and ending with, "we're looking at about two-and-a-half weeks before the first attempt. We'll need an answer soon."

Calvin stared at the document, his speed-reading skills pushing the details into his brain much faster than I could have done. "This is legit, Jason... Scarlett wants me to bone her?"

I nodded, "And try to impregnate her, yes. You and the other guys."

"Shit, man, this is not what I expected to hear from you. Hell, I figured you were going to tell me you and Scarlett were splitting up."

I harrumphed, "Jesus, Calvin. Why on Earth would you think that?"

"Well, cause she's so damn hot, and you, well, hell, Jason... You're you!"

It was Calvin's idea of humor, so I laughed lightly, not particularly impressed by the effort. "Anyway... we're not splitting up, just the opposite, really. We're wanting to start a family, and we're reaching out to my friends to help us out. All I ask today is that you think it over, then get back to me in a few days, okay?"

He glanced back at the document. "If I'm gonna do this, I'll need to get these tests done immediately... I'm in, Jason."

"Just like that?"

He nodded. "Haven't had sex since my daughter was born, and that whore of a mother cut me off the last year we were together while she banged everyone with a cock, excepting you, of course." More of Calvin's humor. "I'd about jump at the chance to fuck anyone with a cunt, my daughter and her whore mother excluded, but Scarlett? Jesus Jumping Christ, Jason, I'd cut of a nut to get that chance. Hell yes, I'm in."

I chuckled, "Alright, then... sign the docs and..." Calvin already had a pen out and was putting his signature and initials in all the right spots, quickly handing it back to me. "Well, then the next step is the testing."

"Already on it," he said, his phone in hand and fingers flying across the virtual keyboard, "setting up appointments right now."

"Well, I guess that settles it, then. I'll let you know the dates. Think you'll be free?"

"Free, open, unemployed if need be, I'll be there no matter what, dick in hand and load or two for your wife ready to fire."

I laughed at the image, "Sounds good. Thanks, Calvin. Send us the results when you get them."

- - -

Less than a week later, Scarlett and I were sitting at our round kitchen table, me in a pair of skinny boxers and my wife in nothing but her panties. Scarlett's small, perky, freckled breasts were a pleasing distraction as I checked my messages.

"That's the last of them," I told her, "Larry's results came back negative." Larry had been the last to agree to the offer and the last to send us his test results. His fertility was confirmed the day before, and his STI status was negative. The same was true for the three other guys.

Scarlett shuddered, her nipples hardening. "This is happening, isn't it? Holy shit, Jason, I'm gonna fuck four guys in a couple weeks!"

My cock rose at her words. "Yes... God, I cannot wait, Scarlett... You getting plowed by those guys? Taking their cum in your pussy? Jesus, I cannot wait..."

"Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me now! I'm so fucking horny!" Scarlett said, rising quickly, turning, and leaping up onto the table and onto her slender bottom. She shed her panties as I rose to meet her, then spread her legs, drawing me to her, cunt glistening with slippery wetness.

My cock popped through my boxers and I slid deep into my wife's pussy, gasping when her tight hole stretched around me. I plunged in and out while Scarlett pumped her body against my thrusts. Leaning down, I slipped a nipple between my lips, sucking her with solid pressure. She grunted and I felt her cunt clenching. It took just a few moments of rutting for Scarlett to orgasm. "God, fuck me, Jason! God! Uhnnn... Uhnnn... I'm gonna... I'm gonna get pregnant! Uhnnn... Uhnn..."

The squishing noises from her pussy made it clear she was creaming me heavily as she orgasmed. Scarlett was always one to get wet quickly and when she was turned on, her cunt got sloppy wet just as easily. I looked down to see her girl cream coating my shaft as I plunged in and out of her spasming hole.

I let go and grunted as I released, "Fuck, Scarlett, fuck! Grrrrrr... Grrrrmmmm... I wanna... see... you... get... fucked! Grrrmmmmmm! Mmmmm..." Images of Vince and Ollie and Larry and Calvin emptying their nuts in my little redheaded wife sent me over the top and I spurted hard, filling her up over long, blissful seconds.

By the time I pulled out of her, a pool of semen was covering the table under her cunt and my wife's pussy had turned from hot pink to bright red, swollen and messy and simply beautiful after being fucked. I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, ignoring the cummy mess on the table which had started dripping onto the tile floor, and laid her on her back on the mattress, spreading her wide and plunging my half-hard cock back inside her sloppy pussy. I just held still, throbbing inside her, sharing wet kisses a moment before saying, "I love you, Scarlett."

"Oh, I love you, Jason... I love you so much..."

"I can't wait to watch you get laid by those guys..."

I felt her cunt clench, "I can't wait to get fucked by them..."

The reality of what we'd decided sank in strong in those moments, and as a result, my cock hardened in excitement and we spent the rest of that day fucking ourselves raw in aroused anticipation of the impregnation gangbang to come.

- - -

The day arrived and Scarlett and I were both nervous and excited. It was hard to imagine how our lives might change with what was planned. The guys were going to be arriving shortly and we planned to get everyone comfortable with some icebreakers and foreplay and sexual conversation before heading to the bedroom.

We'd cleaned the house top to bottom in the previous few days and set the bedroom up to offer as much space as possible for the action. It would be up to Scarlett to lead things throughout. Her comfort, I'd communicated to everyone, was paramount. All my friends understood and agreed. They were each excited, though Ollie was a bit reserved even after all the testing and pre-gangbang communication. I think he was waiting to see Scarlett spread her legs and offer her cunt before he would believe this was all happening.

Scarlett's period was as predictable as anything biological could be. Her period started every 29 days on the nose, lasted sixty-five to seventy-five hours, and was gone until the next menses began. Fourteen days before the start of each period, her ovulation began. We'd tested so often over the frustrating years while trying to get pregnant that we'd established regularity with solid evidence. We'd scheduled the gangbang to coincide with the start of her ovulation, and confirmed that it would arrive on time using over-the-counter tests which signaled the imminent arrival of her most fertile days. Scarlett and I were doing everything possible to ensure that when the guys busted their nuts inside her cunt, her body was ready to meet the sperm with an egg.

Just thinking about it had made us both so horny that we'd fucked like rabbits the night before the event and I'd filled her twice that evening. Scarlett came four times and could have gone for more if I hadn't cautioned her not to rub herself raw before the main event.

She paced around the kitchen, trying to maintain a sense of calm despite her excitement. My eyes took in the view when she paused and wiped a spot she'd cleaned twice already. Scarlett wore a tight, silky white blouse with no bra, letting her perky tits push out the transparent fabric, her small pink areolae and nipples easily visible underneath.

Below, she wore a black miniskirt with black hose down over her otherwise uncovered feet. The hose were held up, I knew, by clamps from a garter belt. Nothing got in the way of the main treat, my wife's bare cunt not covered by underwear at all. Before the big moment, I had no doubt the guys would get lovely eyefuls of Scarlett's slippery pink pussy. She'd gone for a waxing just a few days before, but left a small strip above her clit, just a hint of the reddish curls which naturally grew there. It was my favorite way for her to be trimmed.

We'd both bathed and otherwise cleaned up in the hours before the guys were to arrive. She put on a bit of perfume, not too much to mask her naturally-arousing musk, and just a touch of cosmetics. Scarlett really needed nothing to look incredibly hot, but I admitted to her that a bit of orange-red lipstick and dark eyeliner really highlighted her beauty. I tried not to kiss away what she painted on, but it was a struggle.

Larry arrived first and Scarlett greeted him at the door with a gentle kiss on his cheek. He stared at her, then shook his head laughing, "Is this for real, Scarlett?" he asked.

She nodded and kissed his other cheek, "So real..."

"Come on in and have a seat, we're gonna go over things once everyone arrives," I said, waving a hand towards our plush den where we'd set up some lovely electronic music with just the right vibe, a few candles, and assorted décor which Scarlett thought made it both romantic and sensual.

I offered Larry a drink and he accepted a pint of toasted lager from one of the kegerators we kept in our kitchen. I poured myself the same, my second of the day, and Scarlett sipped on an Old Fashioned, her favorite go-to drink.

It was a little quiet for a few moments as we all felt the excited nerves buzzing now that the first guy had arrived. I think Larry was still in a bit of disbelief, but his eyes didn't miss how Scarlett was showing off her body, barely covered despite her clothing. She even sat at one point, letting her legs drift open, the miniskirt just barely below her parted thights. Larry didn't miss what she was showing, though he looked away frequently and tried to pretend not to notice my wife's very naked pussy clearly visible underneath. Thankfully, a moment later, the knock at the door soon had Scarlett kissing Ollie's cheeks and showing him to the den.

The guys shook hands and Ollie said, "Guess this is going to happen for real..."

"Guess so," Larry replied, "and I'll be the luckiest damn Mo in the world if I don't wake up and find out this was some damn dream."

"Same here," Ollie said, accepting a glass of smoky Malbec from Scarlett, his eyes lingering on her almost-bared breasts, "same damn here, Larry. Damn, you look amazing, Scarlett!"

She purred her enjoyment of his complements, "Appreciate that. You two look damn fine, yourselves."

Both guys had presented a conservative but respectable look, both in black khaki slacks and shined black Oxfords. Ollie wore a dark cross-hatched pattern button-up dress shirt while Larry donned a fashionable yellow knit three-button style which was left open most of the way, forming a clear V below his neck.

Scarlett answered the door seconds later and kissed Calvin's cheek, taking his hand and leading him to where the other guys were waiting. Calvin had a hard time resisting the tempting views and failed to do so after just a few seconds of struggle. After greeting Ollie and Larry, all he would mutter was, "Wow... just... wow!" as he stared at my wife's petite body. She giggled and offered him a drink which I then fetched, returning with a glass of toasted lager.

The conversation was similar to what had occurred just moments earlier, modest disbelief and each guy convincing himself that they were really going to get to fuck, and cum inside, my beautiful redheaded wife. Her outfit, revealing her breasts under transparent fabric, and the sexy miniskirt and hose below, did a lot to ensure they were convinced.

Scarlett was bubbling with excitement. She kissed me several times and I had to wipe off the lipstick with handkerchief each time she drew away again. I could smell her excitement each time she came in to kiss me, her light sweat scent so arousing that I was hard despite the fact that she'd done little more than press her lips to mine and step near my body.

The last to arrive was Vince, and he was boisterous from the start, "Well, there's the sweet girl!" he greeted Scarlett, "And, my god, woman... you look amazing!" Vince wore his dark-blue go-to-court suit. While he looked less comfortable and casual than the other guys, he certainly made sure he presented an image that I knew Scarlett found irresistible. When we fantasized about her fucking other guys, Vince was one of the most popular ones and it usually involved her hooking up with him at the courthouse or in his office.

She purred her response, "Thank you, and I appreciate that..." Scarlett kissed his cheek and I brought him the brandy I knew he'd be wanting.

The guys chatted with each other while Scarlett and I got ourselves ready to kick things off in the kitchen. "So... sure you want to do this?" Scarlett asked me. "It's not too late, Jason, if this isn't okay with you..."

"Oh, hell, I'm damn sure," I told my wife as my boner threatened to leak in my slacks, "I'm so fucking horny right now I can barely restrain myself. So long as you want this..."

"Mmm-hmm... I'm definitely ovulating, too. I just checked myself a bit ago, and the good stuff is already coming out of me. I had to wipe it up to keep it from running down my legs..."

I throbbed my approval. When Scarlett was ovulating, her pussy tended to get extra creamy, often to the point of her having to change underwear a couple of times during the day if she was working or otherwise out of the house. Just knowing her creamy discharge was spilling out had my cock outright drooling into my underwear. I kissed Scarlett's ear, then sucked on it a moment, something which drove her crazy. She caught her breath, moaning lightly, "Ready, Jason?"

"Ready. Let's go do this!"

We stepped back into the den and I sat in a chair, the other guys spread out on two slender couches. Scarlett took the center of their attention, in several ways, holding her glass as she stood in front of them. "So... we all know why we're here... And... we're gonna get to the fun stuff in a bit, I promise. But... Jason and I want to kind of ease into this, as you know, so we'd like to just start out with a couple of drinks and some verbal foreplay. I know none of us have done anything like this, and certainly not with each other... so... To start things, let's play a word association game. I'll start by saying a word, then we'll work our way around the room by saying a word you think relates, then the next guy goes and so on. Sound good?"

The guys nodded, still looking both tense and excited.

Scarlett said, "Alright then, I'll start with... Pussy!"

Everyone laughed and since I was next, I said, "Creampie!"

Vince got the hint and added, "Climax."

Quickly following that were "Ejaculation" and "Humping" and "Fucking!"

It was back to Scarlett, who said, "Okay, okay, you're sorta getting the idea. Now, let's broaden it... tell me something a little more robust each time. I'll take your 'fucking,' Ollie and connect it with... I want to be impregnated."

I swelled and told the group, "I'm going to watch you all cum in my wife."

Vince chuckled, looking much more excited than tense, "I can't wait to cum in you, Scarlett."

Larry offered up, "I'm damn close to busting a nut right now, Scarlett."

That made everyone laugh.

Calvin grinned and said, "Scarlett, I'll take sloppy firsts, seconds, thirds, or fourths if I get to knock you up."

And Ollie finished the round with, "Goddamn, you are gonna be so full of cum you'll taste it, Scarlett!"

Drinks were polished off between belly laughs and it was clear everyone was getting in the mood and feeling more comfortable with things. So Scarlett moved on to the next idea.

"I want to see if we can get a little more used to each other, okay?" She eyed me with a smile, "It's been a few years since I've had my tits out for anyone but my husband... but I'm thinking you all might enjoy seeing them even less obscured?"

Five heads nodded in response, including mine.

"Then," she continued, "I want each of you to match me in what I take off, as best you can... deal?"

Again, full agreement.

Scarlett started swaying to the music playing in the room and slowly, teasingly, drew the transparent blouse from her body. Since her breasts were so small, they moved not at all, no real bouncing or flopping out. Instead, they held their firm shape like that of a teenager, perfectly round and tight and gorgeous. My wife blushed a little when she was completely topless, the freckles on her chest turning rosy-brown in response, but she stood there, smiling proudly, while four other guys and I looked at her naked tits.

There were moaned words of approval.

"Goddamn."

"Fuck, those are sweet."

"Best tits I've ever seen."

"I might nut just looking at them."

Scarlett laughed lightly. "Deal's a deal, gentlemen," she reminded them, "shirts off!"

They did so in ragged fashion, some of the buttons fumbled, untucking shirts taking a bit of effort, but a few seconds later, all of us in the room were equally topless. My wife loved men's chests and she began to walk around the room slowly, starting with me, first pushing her breasts into my face, just a few inches away, while she swept her fingers across my lightly-hair chest. "You all can touch me above the waist... That's all, for now..."

Since I'd helped plan what was to happen, I knew the order and the rules. That did nothing to stop me from feeling giddy to touch Scarlett's tiny tits right then. Hell, I'd fondled her breasts literally thousands of times, but there was something extra exciting about doing it in front of my friends.

My turn lasted only seconds before my wife moved to Vince. He pawed her a little aggressively, not more than Scarlett enjoyed, though. She massaged his modestly-hair chest while he squeezed her tits, the man telling her, "Goddamn, Scarlett, your tits are so sweet and pert! So perfect, so fucking perfect!"

She moved on before he could do much more, soon working her way from Larry to Calvin to Ollie, pausing longer at Calvin to play with his incredibly-hairy chest which seemed to be an intense attraction to her. He, in turn, got an extra period of time to feel her tits and offer his affection and compliments.

Back in the center of our attention, I could tell my wife was incredibly aroused. Her face and chest and even her arms were flushed now. She grinned at me and I knew she was enjoying our play immensely. I was thrilled to find that I was just as turned on watching the guys fondling her breasts. I couldn't wait to see what happened next.

"I'm feeling more comfortable with things, you guys, too?"

"Hell yes."

"Goddamn, so turned on right now!"

"Can't believe you're letting me in on this, Scarlett!"

My wife waited for the comments to stop, then said, "So... I'm thinking there's another part of my body that might interest you, hmm?"

"Fuck yes," was the general response from all of us watching.

Scarlett continued, "First, before you get to see," dramatic pause, "my cunt... I get to see your cocks. Deal?"

Only a slight hesitation before the guys all nodded and agreed.

"And," my wife added, "I might even suck them a bit, if you're up for it. Jason? Want to get us started?"

I suppose this was the point at which I'd been most worried, though not for any specific reason. I'd never really shown my cock to anyone but my girlfriends in my life, usually, like most guys, reserved in locker rooms and other places where another guy might see me. Not because I was ashamed, my dick was about six inches and looked normal, just an instinctive reservation that I had to overcome.

Finishing my third beer and hard as a rock, I figured the time was perfect to let my cock out where anyone could see it. I sat aside my glass, unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks, then pushed everything down to my knees, my erection bobbing in front of four of my guy friends and my petite, half-naked wife.

"Mmm, mmmm, mmmm," she purred. Scarlett walked over to me and gently touched my cock which caused it to jump and spurt a drop of precum out the tip. She giggled, "Nice tribute to me, Jason. I have always loved your cock, you know... Love it, love it, love it, mmmm..." She dropped to her knees and made a show of running her tongue up and down my shaft, drawing out more precum which she soon swallowed after sliding the head of my dick between her lips.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed a soft, slow sucking. I loved the way Scarlett sucked my cock, and I wished she was going to finish me off right then. Though I was not too far from release, we'd already planned out when I would finish, and that was to come much later in the process.

Instead, she let my cock slip free, slurped noisily, then walked over to where Vince had his dick out and waiting for her.

It wasn't a surprise to see that Vince was long and thick. I suppose it made sense, in some ways. Dunno why, but it fit his personality. Easily eight inches and solid, he showed no shame having it throbbing in front of my wife as she bent down and licked him.

"Goddamn, Scarlett," he moaned when she sucked him in, taking four or five inches into her mouth before gagging lightly. "Fuck, yes..."

She didn't go down on him as long as she had on me, leaving his raging boner well before he threatened to loose his seed in her mouth. That seed, we all knew, was supposed to go somewhere else. I admitted to myself that I absolutely loved watching my wife sucking off other guys. Dunno, why, but damn, was it arousing.

Scarlett sucked Larry's cock, smaller in size than mine, and the man kept his eyes closed, humming to himself while my wife blew him. She was an amazing cocksucker, I knew, and each guy was getting just a little taste of how good she was. Soon Calvin was getting some attention. Despite being round and overweight, it was clear his cock was similar in size to mine. Scarlett treated it like all the others she'd sucked, teasing Calvin's erection a moment before slurping it in between her lips, leaving him wanting more before sliding over to Ollie.

His cock, unlike the rest of us, was nutty-brown, sized somewhere between mine and Vince's, with a noticable bend to one side. Like the others, Scarlett purred her enjoyment as she noisily sucked Ollie's dick before finally returning to stand in front of us.

"Keep them out," she told us, "and stroke them if you want, but nobody cums except in my cunt, okay? That's the deal..."

I knew it might be tough to honor that commitment with each guy being so turned on, but getting to put their dicks in Scarlett's sweet, tight little pussy was all the encouragement any of them needed. Each of us refrained from jacking off at that point.

"So, I guess it's my turn?" Scarlett laughed and a couple of guys encouraged her to take off her skirt. "So... you guys want something, then?"

"We want to see it!" Larry exclaimed.

"Yeah, show us!" Ollie chimed in.

My wife grinned, "See what? Tell me what you want to see!"

"Your pussy!"

"Show us your cunt!"

"That sweet cunt!"

"Hot little twat, that's what we wanna see!"

Scarlett nodded as if finally understanding, then flicked her fingers in just the right place, dropping her miniskirt to the floor and offering an initial view of her precious flesh to those of us watching.

Vince and Ollie leaned forward as far as they could, and Calvin moaned, "Oh, fuck, I wanna nut in that so fucking bad."

"Me, too," Ollie groaned. "Look at that sweet slit..."

"Show us more!" Vince exclaimed. "Show us the rest of it!"

Scarlett purred, "Mmm, you want to see inside me? That what you want? You want to see my pink gash up close?"

Each guy responded by nodding and offering excited words of encouragement.

"I'll show you, but I want you to eat me when you see it, and for that, we need to move somewhere more comfortable. Deal?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Goddamn, I get to taste it?"

"I'm fucking drooling over here..."

"I bet you taste like fucking heaven, Scarlett, like fucking heaven!"

My wife led the way into the bedroom, her small tits pointed and perky and free. Her ass jiggled, firm but soft, and I let the guys follow right behind her so that they could enjoy the teardrop bottom as it swayed so provocatively. I knew Scarlett was walking in such a way as to emphasize her lovely ass, and none of the guys missed the show, saying things like, "Goddamn, that is one sweet ass!" and "Fuck, that thing looks fuckable!" and "Jason, you are one lucky motherfucker to get to see that every day."

I grinned. I felt lucky, to be sure. Scarlett had been out of my league even back when we met, but it felt like it was doubly true in that moment. I saw what those guys saw and, fuck, was my petite wife something special. Still, I was lucky, in that I did get to see her and fuck her and spend time with her every day. Sharing my wife with my friends was something I was rather enjoying, honestly, and I knew Scarlett was eating up the compliments and so ready to start breeding that she was drooling girl cream down her leg. I don't know if the guys noticed it right then, but the trail was almost down to her ankle already.

In our bedroom, we'd put four chairs around the edges and several extra pillows on the bed. Scarlett would decide how and when things finally got started and where she wanted to be when it did. We both knew the guys would likely bust nuts quickly once it got going, but we hoped they'd want to stick around and offer up second, and maybe even third, loads over the course of the next couple of hours.

Scarlett stopped at the edge of the bed and turned around, her nipples hard and her slit obviously wet. My short wife was very flushed and excited. "So... you boys wanted to see something, right? What was it, again?"

"Your cunt!"

"That gorgeous pussy!"

"I want to eat you raw, Scarlett!"

She smiled, then said, "Ah, that's right. You all want to see my pink gash... And you'll each taste it for me?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Holy shit, you know I will."

"Without hesitation, I'll eat that fucking cunt."

Scarlett started to climb onto the bed, slowly moving and allowing us all to watch her buttocks round and spread slightly, a hint of her cunt in the shadows between. She then slid onto her back and rested one hand on her tits, the other just over her closed thighs. "Who shall I let taste me first... Let's see..."

I already knew the order she would choose, but Scarlett made a good show of it being spontaneous. "Hmm... who here thinks they've eaten the most pussy?"

"Measured how?" Vince asked, ever the lawyer.

"Number of women, not number of times going down."

"Hell, that's probably me, then." Vince bragged to a couple of chuckles.

"How many?" Scarlett queried.

"I dunno," Vince proclaimed, "at least fifty."

"Bullshit," Larry replied with laughter, "Divide by three, right?"

"Easily fifty," Vince said.

Scarlett asked, "How about you, Larry?"

"Fifteen, no, sixteen. Sixteen."

"Ollie?"

"Not got that many in my past, I'm sure. Eleven or twelve at most."

"Calvin?" When the round, hairy man didn't say anything, Scarlett said, "Don't worry, the number doesn't really matter."

"Well, uh... three?" Calvin offered, a little muffled and weak of voice.

When Vince started to chuckle, Scarlett cut him off, "No making fun. Who cares how many, right? Calvin, come here, you're about to add one to your total right now, sound good?"

"Hell fucking yes," Calvin replied, "just point me where you want me."

"Oh, that's easy," Scarlett grinned before making a show of spreading her legs for everyone to see.

My wife's cunt was dripping wet, creamy from her ovulation discharge, and almost reddish-pink instead of the whitish hot-pink when she was just normally horny. That day, with so much excitement going on, her cunt was swollen and looked ready for breeding. "Come on in and get a closer look, Calvin," she said, "I'm right here..."

The round man was there in a heartbeat, letting his pants fall down to his ankles as he climbed on the bed between my wife's thighs and lowered his face down to the slippery flesh there. "Mmmmm... God, Scarlett... Oh... my... god..."

For the next several minutes, my wife moaned loudly and Calvin, by god, was giving her a good time. He licked and hummed and I saw him mix up where he gave attention, lapping up the drooling cream from her gash, then moving up to tease and lightly suck her clit. He may not have had many different women in his past, but my wife's orgasm on his tongue and lips caused girl cream to squeeze out and coat Calvin's chin.

By the time he raised up and climbed off the bed, Scarlett was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, her legs splayed open, her cunt in a similar state. "Wow... Calvin... My god, you were amazing. I don't give a shit how many women you've eaten. You damn sure know how to eat a girl real fucking good."

Calvin grinned and licked his lips, "And you were the tastiest pussy I've ever had."

"Ollie's next," my wife breathed.

His turn between her legs was cut much shorter than Calvin's, my wife telling him, "Can't get too sore before you all mount up, so let's get Larry a close up view and taste."

Larry followed, eating Scarlett for about a minute before she pulled in Vince. His time was even shorter, then Scarlett closed her legs and sat up. "Guys... I'm fucking horny as hell. I'm ovulating. I'm ready to get knocked up. You all got big loads of cum for me?"

"Hell fucking yes!"

"So ready to knock you up!"

"Just let me in that pussy!"

"All my cum is yours, Scarlett!"

She grinned, "Good," then turned to me and said, "Jason, you ready for us to make a baby?"

"Goddamn, yes. Guys, knock her up good, okay? Get my wife pregnant, will ya?"

All four grinned and nodded and assured me theirs was the load that would do the trick.

"I'll call out the order and you'll pump and dump, okay?" Scarlett leaned back and tucked a pillow under her head, her legs starting to spread again, rising up and over her body, then she used her hands to hold open her thighs, offering her sloppy, swollen hole for all to see. "Don't need no superman, wearing out my gash and making me too sore too quick, okay? Just get in me and empty your nuts, okay? Once you've all four had a go, you are free to keep squirting any loads you've got left in me until I say I'm done. Deal?"

Everyone agreed, so Scarlett said, "Calvin, wanna bust a nut in my cunt and impregnate me?"

"Fuck yes, I do. I'm real close, Scarlett," the hairy man told her, "not gonna last long."

"Perfect," she grinned, pulling him over her, "that's perfect."

I watched Calvin's hard cock slide easily into Scarlett's little swollen pussy. "Mmmm... oh, yeah," she moaned, "fuck me... breed me... cum in me..."

Calvin started to pump, a look of extreme pleasure and concentration on his face. He stared down at my wife's face and within thirty seconds of mating with her, groaned, "Cumming... Cumming... Ohhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."

"Mmmmm," Scarlett purred, holding herself wide open while Calvin emptied his load into her pussy. "God, that's so hot. Fill me up... fill me up... give me that sperm... yeah, that's it... that's it... good boy..."

I was stroking my cock watching Calvin cumming in my wife. Wow, what a turn on! I thought I'd like to see such a thing, but when Calvin ejaculated up Scarlett's cunt, it was probably the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I hoped I could hold off my own load until the end, like we'd planned.

Scarlett called Vince over, his large cock soon positioned right outside her gash. "Give me that hard schlong, Vince. You know you wanna bust a nut in my pussy and get me pregnant."

"I want nothing else," he said to her as he took hold of his large penis, "I'm gonna cum so deep in you you'll taste it..."

"Mmm... Fill me up quick, okay? Empty that load right up my gash."

Vince lasted all of about ten strokes, his cock churning Calvin's semen and creating a frothy mess. My wife had barely moaned a couple of times to his ragged rhythm before he cried out, "Take my jizz! Take that fucking jizz!"

He flopped around a bit over top of her. Scarlett almost laughed but held back while Vince ejaculated inside her pussy. When he pulled back, I saw no cum rush out and wondered about the size of his load. Maybe, I realized, he'd cum so deep in her with that long dick that it was trapped well inside my wife's pussy.

Regardless, Ollie was next and he nuzzled Scarlett's neck a moment while caressing a breast. "You are so fucking sexy," he told her, "can't believe I'm about to fuck your little pussy. Such a sweet little pussy." His cock was throbbing just outside her sloppy, swollen cunt.

Scarlett purred, "Mmm... you're gonna fuck me, Ollie. You're gonna fuck me and fill me up with your hot cum. You're gonna give me all your cum, right? All that hot cum? Right up my gash?"

"All of it," he breathed as he drew back then pushed forward with his dick right against her opening. She gasped and he pushed in deeper, then told her, "Fuck, Scarlett... You're much tighter than I expected. Holy hell, that's tight!"

Even after Vince's big dick had been in there, my wife's cunt was a small space with a clenching hold on any cock slipped in. She grinned and held his waist as he started to mate with her. "Do it, Ollie. Fill me up. Breed me... Impregnate me..."

"Fuck, Scarlett... I'm almost there... almost there... So close... God, I'm fucking you!"

"Fuck me, Ollie! Empty those big nuts in my gash. Fill me up! Breed me!"

Ollie cried out and convulsed, humping in jerking motions, then stilling. "Mmmm... Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..."

Scarlett wrapped her legs around him as he ejaculated into her cunt, then kissed his forehead as he started to withdraw, "Wow... that was a big load... I felt it filling me up!"

Ollie smiled and pulled back, my wife catching the big glob of sperm trying to escape and trapping it inside her cunt, pulling her legs up to help hold it in. "Ready, Larry?"

My friend shucked off his pants and rose over my wife. It was a slightly different position, Scarlett's legs closed but her pussy offered freely at a higher angle. Larry grinned and said, "Fuck, Scarlett... that is one pretty pussy."

I could see globs and streaks of cum between her legs, and the color of her cunt had turned even more deep red than it was earlier. Swollen and messy, my wife looked like she'd been fucked rather well, and the evening wasn't even over yet. Larry stroked his dick a moment, full hardon ready for Scarlett's cunt, and then he squatted down on his feet and slipped his cock right into my wife's messy twat.

She grunted each time he dropped down and thrusted into her. Cum squished out around his penetration and we all watched Scarlett getting hammered by Larry from above. He shifted so that his legs were outstretched, holding himself up on her thighs, pounding Scarlett's swollen pussy. She grunted, grunted, Larry moved his fingers of one hand to her clit, and moments later, my wife climaxed at almost the same second Larry started to ejaculate. "Cumming in you! Uhnnnnn... Cumming in you!"

"Do it," Scarlett exclaimed as she came, "Breed me! Ohhhhhhh!"

Watching them fuck was so goddamned arousing that I nearly spurted my load right then, but Scarlett wanted me to hold off til the very end, and I did my best. Fuck, I loved watching my wife get pounded and impregnated!

When Larry pulled out, more cum rushed past her fingers despite her best efforts.

"Anyone want a second go?" Scarlett returned to her raised, spread leg position and offered her cum-filled cunt for any takers. Vince was on her in a second, soon dumping a second load deep in her pussy, though again, I thought it must be really small. Both Calvin and Ollie were soon mounting her once more, offering second loads of their own. Even Larry returned for a second time and ejaculated in my wife.

At that point, everyone seemed out of gas except me. My cock was soaked with all the precum I'd drooled and I was desperate to get off.

Scarlett looked at me, eyes glazed over, a look of sublime satisfaction in her expression. "And the best, I've saved for last." We'd planned for her to suck me off to finish the evening, but to my surprise, she said to me, "And I've saved the best of me for you this time."

Keeping her hand covering her cummy pussy, Scarlett turned over on the bed, laying flat and looked at me, "Fuck my ass, Jason. Fuck me in my ass..."

She'd never let me do such a thing. Once, she'd let me finger her there and seemed to enjoy it, but never had she wanted anal. I nearly shot my load right then.

Overcome with the long built-up lust from watching my wife get pounded by my friends, watching her take load after load of cum up her cunt, I charged the bed and mounted Scarlett, knees on either side of her body. There was so much cum all over her ass and in her cleft that I didn't need lube. I parted her buttocks and rested my leaking cock right against her anus. Without another word, I pushed in and felt her tight, tight little hole barely stretch to let me inside.

Scarlett gasped and called back encouragement, "Do it, Jason, empty your nuts in my tight little ass. Fuck that tight asshole... You know you want to breed my ass... Breed my ass, Jason... fill my ass... empty your nuts in my ass..."

I was so overstimulated that the first few strokes in her rubbery but smooth asshole had me on the edge. I pounded down, slamming my cock into Scarlett's butt, swelling, swelling, sweating profusely. I throbbed and slammed her, throbbed and ground myself into her, bursting with pleasure as jism shot out of my cock, and I bellowed my pleasure while I ejaculated into my little wife's tight ass.

Everything about that moment felt perfect. The cum leaking out of Scarlett's pussy. The vice-grip her anus had on my ejaculating cock. The cheers from the four guys who'd just finished trying to impregnate my wife. I emptied myself completely, sated, exhausted, and collapsed over Scarlett's petite form with my body and dick still twitching.

- - -

When Scarlett's period didn't start on time a couple of weeks later, it was impossible not to get excited. We let a week go by before taking a couple of pregnancy tests. We saw what we'd hoped to see. She was pregnant. Finally!

We celebrated with me pounding her ass full of cum twice while she orgasmed several times. It became a new act for us, one we both loved. She liked having her butt stretched and penetrated, something she thought would just be a singular treat for me the day my four friends had mated with her, but she'd liked it so much that we'd had anal sex almost every day since then.

I called each of the guys and let them know. Larry was my first call, and though he was happy for us, I could tell he was a little disappointed. It seemed he'd hoped it would take a few times before one of them knocked her up. I smiled at Scarlett who was sitting with me, listening in, and told him what the two of us had decided. "It doesn't have to stop, just because she's got a baby in her... We're gonna have another day where you guys can come over and fill her up some more, if you want to, of course."

"You serious?"

"Very serious," Scarlet cut in, pressing her lips near mine to speak, "I loved it, Larry, all of it. I want you guys to breed me again really soon."

"Well, fuck, hell yes, I'm in!"

"And," I added, "next time we'll probably invite a couple more guys to take part. Seems my little wife enjoys getting pounded by a lot of guys."

"Jesus. How soon? I'm gonna be jerking it solo every day until it happens again."

"Soon," Scarlett replied, "real soon. Promise."

We made similar calls to the other three guys and got excited agreement to coming over and fucking Scarlett again very soon. I also made a couple new calls to guys on her list and they, too, were interested even if the impregnation contract was no longer needed. It didn't matter. My wife and I found a kink we could pull out from time to time which turned us both on. She loved getting fucked by multiple guys, and I was just the sort of husband who loved watching. Her ass was all mine, at least for now. That was something she wanted to keep just for me, at least until she changed her mind.

I was cool with all that. We had a few months before we needed to start being careful as her pregnancy grew. Until then, we knew, she could take all those guys inside her and let them empty loads into her cunt. It was still breeding, in a way, so Scarlett told me, at least, that's how it would feel taking all that cum inside her. My cock was hard as a rock after finishing our calls and lining up not four but now six guys to come over in a couple of weeks. Scarlett grabbed my dick and led me to the bedroom where she wanted me to pound her ass until we could neither walk straight. Needless to say, I was ready and willing.