Eighth Installment

 

While Annie recovered, some attending to her, helping her to sip a drink and feeling her tits at the same time, Buzz began to orchestrate the events.  The men were all undressing.  They were remarkably comfortable, I thought, with exposing their erections to other men. 

 

By contrast my friends had felt awkwardly about showing off their erections.  They had mostly kept on their undershorts, if they were not doing it to her or getting sucked off.

 

These guys seemed used to this, and it seemed to me they had done things like this before, gangbangs with some pickup.  Most of these guys got completely nude except for their stocking feet and walked about unselfconsciously, getting beers, talking, looking at my naked wife and commenting.  All except for the one who was going to leave early. He kept his shirt on.

 

So anyway in spite of some embarrassment I looked at their dicks with some curiosity, imagining them doing it to her, and I saw that she was also taking glances at their dicks as well; I am guessing also thinking the same thing I was, but from her own point of view.  I really wondered about that.  How did she think of them?  Some of them—actually most of them—were not really very stiff, like the "boys" had been, whose dicks hard as wood stuck out and up and almost never got limp.  But contrast these men kept feeling themselves to keep themselves ready (or because it felt good; I kept touching myself too). 

 

But Buzz had a long prick and his, by contrast to the others, his was stiff as the boys had been: it stood up like theirs had, like a stick of wood.  He was obviously proud of it. And Annie's expression, looking at it, showed fascination and anticipation.  I admit he made me uncomfortable how he swaggered and how she looked at it.

 

They settled back to places where they sat.  Buzz stood before her, holding a fresh beer, admiring my naked wife; his proud randy dick, at the level of her eyes presented itself to her and she could not resist looking at it and he grinned. 

 

He looked over his shoulder and said to one of his friends: "Toss me that pillow..."

 

Buzz dropped the pillow to the carpet in front of the end of the bed and taking another swig from the beer, put down his bottle; then helped Annie to get to her feet and she seemed confused but said nothing and then she understood as he pressed her to kneel on the pillow in front of the end of the bed.

 

"You go first..." Buzz gestured toward the man who said had to leave early.  He eagerly slipped in front of her and holding his dick in one hand put his other hand on the back of her neck and guided her forcibly to lean and rudely popped the head of his dick into her reluctant mouth.  She did not immediately close her eyes.  Her eyes darted, and anxiously caught my own.

 

But as he began to pump his prick in her mouth and encouraged her to "suck," she relaxed—or she surrendered—and she closed her eyes, and when he let go of her head, she lightly bobbed her head on his prick just as he had wanted.  She made slurpy sounds.  He looked at Buzz and said: "She's good."

 

Figure 1 : Picture taken of my wife on her knees, in the mirror image, sucking off the third guy in a row.  Watching Annie suck this guy's dick, helpless to resist, but not wanting to resist, hot and randy, and willing to let him to cum in her mouth, knowing he would...  I never loved her more than this. And she loved it too.  I mean, look at her pointy nipples. When he came in her mouth, she swallowed it all so eagerly and noisily; I could not help myself; I came in my pants seeing it.

 

I have always wondered why women close their eyes when they suck dick.  Its like they are nursing at a tit.  And in my own imagination I am thinking how she wants to suck cum from this dick like a baby wants to suck milk and I can see how eagerly she sucks, I can see how she wants him to cum in her mouth.  God, I know this is not right.  But it was what I thought looking at Annie now and her face was flushed and expression intense. 

 

But what was new this time seeing her suck this cock and others—for she would suck off all of them now, kneeling like this; they would not let her up until she had done them all—what has so sexually exciting and poignant to me was the noises she made, the slurping and swallowing, especially when they ejaculated into her mouth.  I could see her swallow, but I could also hear her swallow and she made sounds of surprise and pleasure, not just like she liked the taste of it—which she seemed to do—but sounds of her own repeated sexual pleasures.

 

Add to this the fact that her hands were tied behind her back with her own bra.  I admit this sight was the first involuntary cum I had in my pants and only one among several that long night.

 

So as I said they took turns.  No sooner had one spent himself in her mouth and was satisfied she had dutifully swallowed than the next one sat in front of her, while one or more of the others guided her, held her head, pressed her to put her mouth on the dick ready for her.  They bobbed her head on the dick, but even though they "forced" her to suck them off, they were gentle in the use of her.  One kissed her forehead after he came in her mouth.  

 

And they called her "little girl" and "wifey."  That last one really got me: "wifey."   The fact that she was some guy's helpless pathetic wife—my own wife in fact—especially pleased them.  They talked about that.  They asked her what her husband would say if he knew she was doing this, sucking guys cocks, swallowing their cum.  They teased her about kissing him with a mouth that still had the swill of their cum in it.  That idea caused much laughter and as she finished her third mouthful of cum one of them called out: "Anybody want to kiss her." They all shook their heads and Buzz looked at me and said: "How 'bout you?"  They all looked me.  I shook my head too and they laughed.

 

And of course all the while that each man was getting sucked off by my pretty wife, those who held her head or who stood by and watched freely felt her as she was helplessly tied-up—fingering and pulling on her nipples, leaning to suck on them and make them wet, or squatting down behind her and cupping the globes of her buttock, and wedging their several fingers up beneath her and into her soppy cunt and finger-fucking her noisily.

 

One of them got out her "masturbation bottle" again and used that on her while she sucked off the fourth man, and while she did the foiurth, while she was getting jacked by the beer bottle, she obviously was rising to another orgasm, and that of course was something they egged her on to do for them, working the bottle hard while another rubbed her clit, while the one in her mouth started to fuck it so that her eyes watered, and so there was humiliating celebration over timing his cum to her own cum.  It made them all feel a mastery over her to make her cum—moan and squirm and whimper—just at the same time he blew into her mouth, for her to cum at the same moment she was gulping on his load.   

 

All this pleased Buzz a lot and he again complimented me.  "She's great," he said.

 

The one who had to leave, looking at his watch, said he was really sorry to go.  His dick still at half-mast, he looked at her nakedness with some regret and said: "Can we get her next week?"  Buzz grinned and put his hand on my wife's head; she looked up at him abjectly, her lips wet, swollen: "You want to come back next week?"  She shook her head sadly.  I thought she looked like she might cry.  But Buzz helped her to lean and lay her shoulders against the bed and she turned her face away from me.

 

The men took a break, drinking beers, taking a pee, one of them called his wife at home.  The man who had to leave early left out the open door, got in a car—I heard the door, heard it start, heard him drive away. 

 

My wife, naked, hands tied behind her with her bra, stayed as she was, abject and exhausted by her sexual tensions, her face still turned away from me.  I liked how her tits dangled like ripe things as she knelt against the edge of the bed, the inviting shape of her hips and her round jutting buttock, which parted as her knees were spread, and showed her obviously ready splayed cunt.  I was not the only admirer. Most of the men moving about the room paused to look at her this way.

 

Buzz put his beer down and stood over Annie and looking down, stroking his dick, said: "You had your snacks, Annie. Now it's time for dinner."

 

He lay on the other bed, on top of its spread, and two of the men helped Annie to her feet. As they led her between the beds, their hands gripping on her arms, to be laid down onto the bed beside Buzz, as they turned her, so she faced me, she looked over at me sadly.  She looked unhappy, but she was not unwilling.  She never said she would not do whatever was expected; she was compliant to everything.  All night long, whatever was asked of her, she did without resistance or complaint, although at times she was sullen and defeated and often worn out.  But at other times she fucked them furiously and with sexual abandon. He body gleamed with sweat, her breath ragged, her gaze intense with inward sexual intensity.  And she came with them or for them repeatedly. 

 

To watch this, I got another beer out of the case and leaned against the dresser below the end of the bed where they laid her now, her head laid onto his chest, her eyes on the prick that he held lifted off his belly for her mouth. He instructed her: "Suck on this, Annie."

 

He held her head firmly, as he slowly and gently fucked her mouth.  He did not thrust it deeply into her mouth; he did no want to gag her.  He wanted instead what I soon witnessed, that she must drink the generous flow of his repeated ejaculations with ease, as he held her, her mouth kept firmly upon the bulbous head of it, like a big baby bottle, as it spurt and spurt into her mouth, filling and refilling her mouth with what all of them expected would be large and repeated and creamy runny ejaculations.  They took cruel amusement in seeing her surprised expression and her eager efforts to swallow it all.  She could not take it all.  She gasped at last and much flowed out of her mouth onto his belly but she closed her eyes and kept up.  I had never seen such a flow and it was as white and fluid as cream.  When he had finished, after what seemed like more than minute of repeated ejaculations, she was lifted by two of them, gasping, drooling, and was held kneeling over the goo on his beely, so that as he instructed her to do she must lap up and lick up what had spilled onto his belly and then sip his dick head as the runny last of it drained out into her mouth.  This was uncannily erotic to me.  She was completely subservient to him.

 

When Buzz got up she lay on the bed curled on her side.  Buzz's half-limp dick slobbered a gooey strand of cum.  I had never seen such a thing, nor ever heard of such a thing since then.  In the aftermath as we talked about it—how much he came in her mouth—I asked Annie if she enjoyed it.  She would not say yes or no.  I think for sure she did.  At any rate she looked very warm and content as she lay on the bed.  I think she could have gone to sleep.

 

But they were ready and eager to fuck her now.  They would give her no rest for a good hour.  One of the men, as if by plan, leaned over her on the bed, and untied her hands, and let the bra fall to the floor between the beds.  She put her hands to her face.  He stood over her feeling her hip, her buttock, slipping his fingers into her obviously wet cunt. 

 

He would be the first fuck her. 

 

He slapped her buttock. The sound of the smack amused them all.  It announced the beginning of fucking her.  Annie started and turned to look at him.  

 

He said: "Get on your hands and knees, wifey.  Time to fuck." 

 

She got up on her hands and knees, sideways to me.  I could see well this way: how her tits bobbled under her as he stood on the floor fucking her; how his dick slipped shiny with her juices in and out of her hole; how she looked down under herself, between her legs at his thighs slapping against her thighs, his swinging sack of balls, his wet dark shaft plunging into her pale ass. 

 

As each one took his turn, each in turn getting off another pop of cum inside of her, she began to more loudly exclaim herself and began to more eagerly respond; she began rocking and breathing loudly; she met their thrusts with pushes back on their cocks, to get it harder, to feel it deeper.  She whimpered, and yes, she had repeated cums, sometimes in time with their own, which again gave them great satisfaction, and caused me to cum in my pants again.

 

The third was in her when three more men came to the door.  I was shocked.  They looked shocked too.  One of them: I thought I recognized; I was not sure.  I thought it was one of the cooks at the restaurant where Annie worked.

 

He was sure he knew her, however, even if he did not know me.

 

Buzz greeted them.  Annie had her eyes closed and had not yet known they arrived.  She was fucking hard and being fucked hard.  She almost yelped as she grunted with the fucking.  She was working herself to wild orgasm—the one I was about to cum to myself.

 

They stood at the door watching her fuck.  Their mouths open.  Amazed.  They said nothing. She hit her climax and squealed noisily. The man inside her shot off.  I shot off involuntarily in my pants as well.

 

Annie collapsed on the bed the man behind her, falling forward with her, keeping his dick in her, still commenting.  He said: "You are the best fuck, wifey...."  She turned her face on the bed toward me and looked up at me.  She knew what I was thinking.

 

That is when the man at the door, also seeing her face as she turned it toward me, recognized her and said: "Annie?"

 

She knew him immediately too and turned her face away, and drew her hands up to cover it.  But the man who had finished fucking her stood up and drew his prick out of her and looked down smugly at her wide spread legs and at the cum of three men oozing from her cunt.  He invited others to see for themselves.  Buzz meanwhile had directed the three new men to come into the room and introduced them to me (or my fictitious self); I hoped the one who knew Annie did not recognize me.  He did not seem to. He expressed amazement at seeing the naked girl on the bed was Annie.  He told them how he knew her.  He told them that he worked with her: "God damn, I don't believe it." 

 

He looked incredulous: "I know her... She's married to..." 

 

Buzz said: "I know," and winked at me.  He gave them all beers and Buzz said to one of his friends: "Bring her here." 

 

They grabbed her hands and she responded limply and without resistance permitted them to pull her to feet and to manhandle her by her shoulders away from the bed and drawn over to the front window. Facing the window. She saw her own nakedness reflected in the window. I caught her eye.

 

One of the men closed the curtains. Buzz approached her, the cook close behind her. They looked her over, grinning.

 

Buzz told her to put her hands on her head.

 

"Stand up on your toes, honey." Buzz said. "Flex that butt." He spanked her. Made a little color rise on her buttock.

 

"Nice ass," said Buzz. "We saved the butt fuck just for you."

 

"God damn..." the cook said. Then he added, "I've always wanted to do that. She is so fucking stuck up."

 

"She fucks like a pig. Yeah, I'll bet she oinks like a pig," said Buzz.

 

"God damn..." the cook repeated.

 

 

 

"God damn..." the cook repeated.

 

"Show 'em the flip-side, honey," Buzz said. And she turned for them to see her from the front.

 

Buzz brushed her hair from her face; she looked the new men in the eyes. 

 

She was embarrassed.  It was obvious. 

 

But it was also obvious they had been fucking her hard. 

 

They had not cleaned her up. She smelled of their sex.

 

He mouth looked swollen.

 

Buzz said: "She sucks cock too."

 

The cook looked her up and down, shaking his head, and just kept saying: "God damn..."

 

 

 

Buzz said: "Can I get you guys drinks?"

He turned to the bar but the new comers did not want to take their eyes off my naked wife.

 

Buzz said: "Vodka? You? Hey, she's not going anywhere. We got her all night long."

 

She stood where she was. Naked. On display.

 

The cook shaking his head, muttering: "God damn..."