Ninth Installment

 

Buzz said: "Yeah, it's a small world," but added, "But that changes nothing."

 

"You pay, you play." He nodded at Annie.  "Go ahead... Give her a feel."

 

One of the other men meanwhile had come back to the room with a damp washcloth and had knelt beside Annie and was wiping her between her thighs and wiped her between the buttocks and wiped her face.

 

The cook felt her tits. Annie looked him in the eye and he said to her: "You look great."

 

The other two men grinned and soon joined him in feeling my wife's tits and fingering her.

 

She said nothing to him.  He repeated: "God damn..."

 

Meanwhile the first ones to fuck her had pulled on their undershorts and stood drinking beers, watching her being molested. ONe of them laughing asked Buzz: "Why you close the curtains Buzz?" And yanked them open again.  A general conversation filled them in on what had already happened.  Sucking off five.  One had left, they explained.  Three had fucked her.  Now it was time for the new guys.  Before their own encore.

 

Buzz was still naked and his dick was thickening and beginning to stiffen upright.  Buzz said: "We can use the table here..." and he went over to swing the chairs away from it, and positioned them so that they were set, one on either side, facing into the room.  

 

Buzz declared: "I'm going first... To break her in."

 

His friends knew what to do.  The three new men were interrupted in their sexual fondling of Annie and she was taken over to the table under the overhanging lamp and she was turned to face it, to face window.

 

With the curtains open again, the hanging light shining on her, she saw herself naked again in the reflection on the window, forcibly drawn by these two men in their undershorts, brought to the table, touching her mid-thigh.  They held her there, waiting for Buzz, giving him an over the shoulder glance, while Annie stared at her naked self in the window.  She also saw the new men looking at her naked body in the reflection.  She saw also my gaze.

 

Buzz went to the bathroom and came out with a tube of KY Jelly.  I immediately understood what was intended.  Annie did not.  Annie had not heard about KY Jelly.  I knew about from stories about faggots.  What they were about to do I had never done to her.  I had never thought of doing it to her. 

 

Buzz squeezed some out of onto a hand and handed the tube to the cook.  He slathered his now fully erect prick with it so that it glistened.  Annie watched this quizzically from its reflection.  The two holding her arms also watched.  Buzz nodded when he was ready and the two holding her arms, turned and sat on opposing chairs, drawing her, forcing her to bend over the table.  They held her arms outstretched.  She craned to look up at Buzz coming at her from behind.

 

She told me after that she had not expected what he would do.  She said also it did not hurt but was uncomfortable. 

 

Uncomfortable as first.   Buzz was careful, however, and patient.  He slipped the whole of his dick first into the vagina first and gave her a few deep strokes and she relaxed. Then he drew it out and put a hand on her rump and guiding his dick with his other hand he put the head of it to her anus. 

 

He pushed.  It resisted.  I saw her face reflected in the window.  She was anxious but she said nothing.  She bit her lip. She closed her eyes as he pressed and managed to force a thumb-lengths of that dick into her anus.  Now, having lodged it this far, having begun to stretch it out, the penetration of her came more easily.  He took hold her buttock by the handsful and shoved in more and more in short, steady, ever deeper strokes.  She groaned.  Each stroke deeper, she groaned the more loudly.  Her eyes were tightly shut.  Her lips tightly pursed.  She began to breath rhythmically with his strokes.

 

It was astonishing.  This four, this six, this eight and then more inches of cock worked all the way into her rectum and my Annie did not complain.  Buzz with a nod signaled the men to let go of her arms and she took hold of the far edge of the table to brace herself as Buzz now freely fucked her in the ass.  She herself looked up and her eyes open to see her own face while she was fucked in the ass. 

 

Buzz's ejaculation again was large and long.  Again she had her own orgasm, now the more humiliating for being in the presence of someone she knew and for having taken it in the ass.  But she could not help herself.  Very vocal.   Her legs trembled.

 

But she understood as Buzz drew his long dick from her distended anus, looking proudly at what he had done, that the other men were now going to do the same thing to her.  She did not move from her position. 

 

The cook was next.  He had stripped while Buzz reamed her.  He was quickly into her and leaned over as he fucked her ass.  He repeated, "God damn. God damn," as he too came in her asshole.   He was followed by two more.  None of them took as long as Buzz.  They were primed by the sight of his dick reaming her ass, and they each quickly came inside of her, shoving it up as hard and deep as they could, and again she cumming as they did.  When the last one withdrew the backflow of the ejaculate from her anus, which closed quickly, was an enormous drool that ran down through the gaping slit of her cunt and dripped from in long string to the floor.  She laid flat on the table and did not move.  Exhausted but also waiting for more.  She'd expected the other men would fuck her there also. 

 

But they did not.  The two who had brought her to the table helped her to stand after they'd watched the cum drip out of her with obscene fascination, and then one with the wet washcloth cleaned her up, washing her thighs, washing her between her legs.  She thanked him.  That was, since the whole thing had started, the only words she had spoken.

 

They took her to sit on the end of the bed, facing me.

 

She looked up at me sheepishly.  Buzz had since then put on her pants.  He looked down at her with affection, it seemed to me.

 

He said to me: "Well... What you think?"

 

I was stunned.  He looked at Annie and smiled warmly.  "Suck some more cock, wifey... then you can go..."

 

The three new men, the cook being the first, then stepped before Annie, and got sucked off. Sucking off the cook, she looked very flushed.  I felt the shame she felt. Now she sucked them willingly, holding their pricks, pumping them in her left hand—the one, importantly, with her wedding ring—as she sucked them and brought them to ejaculate into her mouth, which she received and swallowed to their amazed satisfaction. Once more—and as it would turn out, the very last time—I witnessed men shooting off into her mouth and saw and heard her swallowing their cum.

 

Buzz gave her a beer afterwards and she sat quietly without looking at anyone but for an occasional glance at me.   

 

The men sat. Some talked among themselves.  The cook, still naked, stood looking at my wife—his "favorite" waitress—still naked, and asked her: "Does your husband know?"  She looked at him and then at me, shook her head, and sipped her beer without a word, looking away from all of us again.

 

Buzz asked me after a bit: "You want to take her home or shall we?"

 

She looked at me anxiously.  I said: "I'll take her." 

 

 

Figure: Annie leaving the motel after the gang fuck-and-suck.

 

I had to go around to the front of the motel to get my VW and bring it around back.  Driving up and parking in front of the window, I saw that they had laid her on the bed and were giving her one more good fucking.  They fucked her face-down.  They fucked her with her butt raised.  They rolled her over and fucked her with her knees up against her sides.  Five of them fucked her.  In tag teams they took her.  She sucked some as some fucked her.  They did not want to let her go.  I waited.  Almost another hour passed.  I came in my pants a third time.

 

When they were finally done, she lay on her back on the bed, her arm across her eyes, and they drank beers and looked at her, her legs splayed wide for them as they had done for the purpose to see their work.

 

They had little more to say.  Everyone had had enough.  I finally touched her arm and she lifted herself up and set her feet wearily on the floor, looking down.  I helped her to stand.  I went to pick up her dress and Buzz said: "No...  Take her home naked as he is...."  The men laughed at this.

 

I led her to the car and put her in; she leaned over clutching her naked breasts, and watched me as I went back in to get her clothes. 

 

Buzz shook his head when I tried to take them.  I understood what he meant.  He looked at the other men and winked. 

 

I said: "Okay...." Then awkwardly and sheepishly I thanked him. 

 

He laughed at me and shook his head and said: "No, we should thank you..." And he added that I should be sure to thank Annie when I got her home.  Then Buzz lifted his beer bottle toward me in a toast, as did the other men, as if planned, and said, grinning: "You got a nice wife there, son. I'd keep her."

 

Annie stayed in bed the next day and slept.  She got up and took a long hot bath just before dinner.  I made her a steak dinner.  We talked, drank some wine.  She was okay with it all but worried about the cook.  She was not sure she wanted to go back to work there.  She went back to bed.

 

We didn't fuck for a few days.  Then we fucked like animals.

 

She didn't go back to work at the restaurant.  She heard about the stories the cook told. Then, after that incident with Jon and those creeps he brought over to the apartment, which I've already related, that put the nail in the coffin lid; she'd never want to do anything like that ever again, and I love her and I'd never ask her to either, even though I still thought about it.   That was all thirty years ago anyway.

 

Annie still likes to fuck and suck cock, and she even likes it when I fuck her in the ass.  When I do, I sometimes wonder what she's thinking about.