Fifth Installment

 

 

I expected they would take the opportunity to fuck her if she was presented as a likely possibility to be fucked.  But my first efforts to entice them, or rather hers, were met with awkwardness.  They did not seem understand what she hinted.  Even necking with Gary on the sofa, while she sat between them, all of them watching her, even his lifting her nightie as he kissed her, exposing her belly, her pussy to them, even lifting them to her tits, did not get them to join in.  No one else touched her even as she was half-naked.

 

She finally told me she thought she'd just have to come out, strip in front of them, and tell them they had to fuck her, or they never would try.

 

But before that happened, something else broke the ice.  It was the third try.  Once more in her nightie, once more all of us drinking, once more I yawned and called it a night, then crept out the window to watch them, hoping they would fuck my wife.

 

The usual fooling around started, this time she turned away from Gary who was feeling her through her nightgown and started kissing Jim and put his hand onto her naked thigh and he did not need much encouragement to slip a finger into her, as I could see.

 

But Gary got up to make another drink for himself and others and found and announced they were out of whisky.  He said they should go get some before the liquor store was closed.  But Annie was the only one who is twenty-one, so she would have to go in and buy it, but she wasn't dressed.  She smiled, pulled her nightie down, Jim sitting uncomfortably with his unsatisfied erection, and said: "Let's go."

 

This was lark.  My nearly naked wife out on the road with them, going into a liquor store near closing time in an almost see-through nightie.  They all would go.  Before I could get back to the bedroom they were gone.  I ended up sitting on the sofa waiting for them to return. It seemed to me that they took a very long time.  I was not worried exactly, but felt gnawed by some jealousy, which was really strange, because I could crouch outside and look down at her naked and kissing and fondled and watch her suck a guy's cock and take a lot of sexual satisfaction in it, but I worried thinking she was on her own doing it, without my knowledge (and consent) stripped naked, fondled, and sucking cock. 

 

"What are they doing so long?" I wondered.  I thought it an hour that had gone by. Jesus, I was agitated. There was no booze left in the place, and I had turned off the TV so I could hear them when they came in the front entry and down the hall, so I could run back to the bedroom and take up my spying on her outside. I was really going nuts.

 

I was wanting to go out and look for them, then I heard the front entry door and running in the hallway, laughing, shouts that they hushed up for fear of waking neighbors, and so I quickly rushed back to my bedroom and clambered out the window, to crouch and creep back to the living room window to spy again. 

 

Our apartment door flew open and Annie ran in first—completely naked—and ran up to the ledge of the window and gripped it, looking up at me with a naughty grin.  And did not turn around when the boys all rushed in. Gary the last, who shut it, told them hoarsely to keep the noise down; and it had been Steven (who had no shirt on) and Jim who were laughing and had chased Annie noisily into the apartment and now came after her, to molest her naked body, but she shrieked and giggling ran from their groping hands into the kitchen, where she escaped to put the kitchen table between them, teasing them, leaning over the table, her tits jiggling, out of breath, and making a mock struggle when the two "captured" her, coming around from two sides, and forcing her back to the living room. 

 

Gary meanwhile had got completely undressed, and stood shamelessly stroking his cock, and Bill had himself got stripped to his undershorts and socks, his prick obviously stiff inside of it.  She looked at both them and her hand went to her mouth in a mocked shock, staring at the erection in front of her.  Steve having let go of her was undressing too, while Jim still one hand gripping her arm, had turned and put his other hand on her near breast, feeling it, and saying to her: "You got to do it now...." 

 

Annie looked at him, smiling, and shook her head in refusal, but it was obviously playful, and even as she tried to back away from him, and break his hold of her, she was laughing. He caught her by the wrist, twisting it, and pulled her forcibly against him, and the two of them embraced and kissed in suffocating passion, as his hands roamed over naked buttock and sought to finger her between her legs.  She kissed him back eagerly and straddled his hand to let his fingers enter her.

 

All of them but Bill were naked now but he undressed as Steve and Gary took my wife by her shoulders—against Bill's objections and her obvious reluctance—and turned her toward the coffee table and forced down, while she half-heartedly resisted, she knelt as Gary slipped in front of her, to sit on the coffee table and grope her tits, and told her plainly: "We're gonna fuck you silly."

 

She shook her head, laughing, and said: "I dare you." And he grinned and guided her head to put his prick into her objecting (but not resisting) mouth.  Steven, crouching behind her, then deftly, quickly, and easily slipped his dick up into her cunt from behind.  He fucked her while she sucked off Gary.  The other two watched or leaned in to fondle her bobbling tits and her eyes closed, face flushed, she bobbed her head on Gary's dick.  He held her head. 

 

Variations of this followed and my wife never got off her knees. Steve was sucked off after Gary came in her mouth and Jim fucked her.  Then Jim was sucked while Bill fucked her.  Then on her hands and knees beside the coffee table she was face fucked by Bill while Gary finally got his dick in her from behind.  He kept fucking her after Bill had been swallowed, and she rather collapsed on the floor, face down, Gary going down on her whole sweaty body, fucking her still.  She lay still on the floor, naked, after Gary spent himself and she did not move while the "boys" stood over her looking at her, and made up fresh drinks.  Only Gary's dick had gone soft.  The others still stood up like good soldiers and were ready for orders.

 

 

They may not have fucked her silly, like Gary promised they would, but they fucked her repeatedly: they fucked her without rest; they fucked her on her tummy; they fucked her on her back; they fucked while she had her knees held; they fucked her rocking on her knees; they fucked her on the sofa, on the coffee table, and on the floor; they fucked her until she was so breathless that she begged them to stop; they fucked her until she promised that, yes, they could do it to her again, and yes, they could do it again and again, if they would just now, please, please, stop and let her catch her breath.  She laughed at them still eyeing her as she sat up and took a drink from Gary and asked Steve: "What did you do with my nightie?"  He said it was in the car and she asked: "Be sweet and go get it for me?"  He pulled his jeans on and went barefoot to the parking lot.

 

It was nearly 2 AM. I myself had masturbated to completion three times watching my wife get fucked. I could not imagine how she felt.  My two big pleasures, as I told her afterwards, was actually seeing these guy's stiff dicks poking in and out of her cunt, the grunts and sloppy slapping sex sounds, but then especially to see the look on her face as they're doing it to her.  Her warm sexual feelings, her pleasure getting fucked by friends still makes me hard when I think about it—I can't explain.  Her flushed face, the sounds she made, aching and wanting and enjoying being fucked, really got to me—I had to take my hand off my own dick or would cum to soon.  But actually seeing dick going into her, squirming and taking it with her whiny little squeals. And, Jesus, to see him actually cum in her mouth and to see her face at that moment, to watch her swallowing cum spurting into her mouth, filling it so she had to swallow it quickly.  Damn!  I cannot tell you how I loved this.

 

She obviously loved it too.  She promised to do it all again with them.  She wanted to do it again.  This was too much. 

 

When Steve came back with her nightie, she put it on and they all groaned in complaint, and she laughed and said she was sore and rubbed where it hurt.  They had no sympathy.  She laughed at them.  I left them to talk it out and did not care if yet there was another suck off that I missed.  I was wasted and crept off to bed.  She didn't come to bed until almost dawn, obviously very drunk, and passed out.

 

 

I didn't wake her when I got up. I saw she had been stripped of her nightie again sometime after I had gone to bed; I found her nightie in the middle of the living room floor.  Sofa cushions had been pulled onto the floor and the coffee table pushed away.  I put everything back, cleaned up a little, put the glasses in the sink. 

 

I didn't talk to her until I got home from work and told me the whole thing from her point of view.

 

We talked about it over dinner and a bottle of wine, and while it was sexually exciting to recall it, we were both too pooped to fuck.  She gave me a suck for her "dessert," but we both went to bed early to sleep.  It was the weekend and we could lounge in bed all the next day if we wanted.

 

Anyway, this is how Annie tells the story:  Gary drove to the liquor store with Bill in front with him.  She sat in back between Steve and Jim.  Steve, having already fucked her, felt less inhibition fondling her, putting his hand up under her nightie and necking with her, while Jim seeing her more of less naked in the wash of street lights, washing over her as they drove along, with her nightie shoved up and Steve fondling a tit, put his hand on the other one. And her mouth full of Steve's tongue, she said nothing.  Jim felt encouraged to continue and Bill turned around in the front seat to watch.  Gary tried to pay attention to driving but shifted the rear-view mirror to get a glimpse and saw her naked and went through a red light.  Luck was with them. No cops.  Some one blasted a horn at them, and that caused Annie to break away and pull her nightie down and hold it while Steve kept teasing her to take it off and all of them began to chant: "Take it off.." She admitted to blushing and being pleased at the same time.  But she refused.  She said: "You want me to go in naked?"

 

Of course they said yes.  When the got there, Steve made an effort to strip her but she escaped from the car.  Bill, who looked the oldest, would go into the store with her.

 

Annie had brought her checkbook and she usually keeps her driver's license with it, but she had taken it out for some reason, and had left it at home.  So when she go to the counter, and she and Bill put down the booze, they rang up the sale and when she handed over her check, they asked for her ID.  She did not have it.

 

Now it happened that it was weekday.  There were no other customers in the place.  It was nearly 10 pm and time to close.  The two old guys that were there—the night manager and some buddy of his (as it turned out)—had been amused to see Annie barefoot in her skimpy nightie, come in with a load of boys in the car; they had exchanged wise-cracks, I am guessing.  So when Annie could not produce her ID, the manager just shook his head and started to hand her check back to her but hesitated and said with a leer:  "Unless you got some other proof of age on you..."

 

Annie took the meaning.  She said: "Okay... but only just a look," and making sure there was no else in the place, she stepped back from the counter and lifted the front of her nightie to flash them her pussy and tits.  She dropped the hem, and smoothed it over her legs, then came back to reach for the bag of booze, but he took hold of the bag of booze and would not let go, shaking his head—and I shall give him his name now, or at least what he later told Annie it was; it was George—George looked at his buddy (whom Annie said she never did know the name of) and said: "What you think?  You think she looks old enough?" The other shook his head: "Nope."

 

Hank said: "We need to see it better than that...."

 

"What?" she looked astonished, "You want me to take it off?"

 

"Yeah, that'll do it..."

 

"Yup," said the other.

 

George leaned over the counter on his elbows and looked Annie over from head to toe and said: "Well?"

 

So Annie said she called him a fucker, but she did what he wanted, she took off her nightie.  She held it in her hand, until he insisted that she drop it.  Then she stood naked for them, turned herself for them as he asked her to do, while they "examined" her and discussed if she "looked old enough."

 

She was posed by them in a few turns for a few minutes, before George sighed and said he guessed she must be old enough, and the other nodded agreement. Bill picked up the booze and hurried out.  

 

George thanked her for her business and flipped the check in the open cash register.  Annie flushed, but happy, scooped up her nightie to run out of the store, as George called after her:  "Come back soon, Mrs. _______."  He'd got her name off of the check, of course.

 

Bill was out to the car with the booze and telling the story before Annie got out the door.

 

She came running out of the liquor store naked, clutching her nightie to the front of her as best she could, laughing, as George and the other geezer came to the door to watch them drive off. 

 

Steve held the car door open for her and she dove into the back seat onto Jim's lap, giggling, saying: "Get out of here..." They tore out of there like they had robbed the store, all of them laughing. 

 

Steve easily stripped her nightie away from her in the car, and while Gary sped back to the apartment, she wrestled with Steve and Jim in the back seat, alternately resisting their groping, then yielding hotly to them with teasing passionate kisses, letting their hands work her up sexually. When they got to the apartment, she leapt out of the car naked and ran to the front door, the others giving her chase.  Her naked running, when I saw her come in the door, must have excited them as it did me.  Frisking.  Naked.  She looked wild and happy.  The silly way girls run, running laughing and happy, but completely naked besides, her tits bouncing, her body shown by streetlight.  It was a drunken and delirious fantasy.  A teenaged boy's wet dream if ever there was one.  And I will never forget the look of naughty pleasure that she had running up to the window ledge, peering up at me, smiling wickedly, giggling playfully at being caught from behind by the boys hands and escaping them with a false shriek at her molested surprise.   I never loved her more than at that moment. I have said that, I know. But it is so true.