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Subject: {ASSM} The Retirement Party (M+/F, F/F, g/b)
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I had no idea what I was walking into that Saturday afternoon, but it
would certainly be a day I would never forget. My wife, Tina, had
asked me several weeks previous if I would help her cater a party for
an acquaintance from work. She was the office manager and event
coordinator at a large company and so had experience putting together
parties. She did not generally prepare the food, but always
contributed something herself: centerpieces, invitations or perhaps a
cake. She really thrived on the attention and praise she always got
for putting together events and it was her favorite part of the job.
In this case, an older gentleman in another department was getting
ready to retire and a small group of his friends and coworkers wanted
to throw an informal party for him. The money was very good ($1,000)
and she wanted me to help her and a girlfriend bring in the food and
decorations and then serve as DJ.

On the day of the party, she had the car loaded and I had my audio
equipment (2 Ipods and a serious set of computer speakers). She had
told me to bring a wide variety of music, including oldies and party
music and I had obliged. Her girlfriend Tami met us there and in no
time the rented hall was decorated and the food was laid out. I set up
my equipment and the guests began to arrive. It was very casual with a
buffett and a number of tables and chairs. It was a small gathering;
just 21 people -- the guest of honor, William, about a dozen of his
male friends and coworkers and a only four couples. My wife's friend
left immediately after everything was setup, saying she had to go.
After a few hours, a number of people had dwindled to just William and
eight guests. The only person left besides William that Tina knew from
work was Jim, William's boss. The other men were personal friends of
William -- all in their late 50s and early 60s.

My wife came by to check on me. She was worried that despite all her
efforts to chit chat with the remaining guests, the party was turning
into a dud. I explained that older people just don't party as long. "I
had planned some party games." she said, "but they won't be any fun
with so small a group. I'll have to think of something else." After
reassuring her that the party was a success, she went back to serving
the cake and chatting up the guests. I changed the music at this point
to be a little quieter so they could enjoy conversation. After a
little while, Jim came over and asked me to play something with a more
of a beat. "Our hostess has something special planned." he said, and
winked. I wasn't sure what he meant by this, but I started to get a
little uneasy. As I looked through my Ipod for the next song, my wife
approached me.

"I need to tell you something." she said. "Uh oh." I thought. "When
Bill's boss approached me about doing this party, he didn't just ask
me to cater it. He also wanted me to provide the entertainment." she
said. "You mean besides a DJ?" I asked, suspicious now. "They wanted
Tami and me to perform a 'bikini-gram' at the end of the party --
after everyone else from work had left." she explained. "A bikini-
gram?" I asked. "Oh, nothing too risque. They're older gentlemen." she
replied. I said, "Older, yes. Gentlemen, maybe." "Well," she
hesitated, "when Tami chickened out, she took the bikinis with her. I
thought I had a good excuse, but now they want their bikini-gram or
their money back." Suddenly, Tami's abrupt departure made more sense.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, in problem solving mode. "You
can't dance in that dress." Tina had worn a navy dress with white trim
around the collar. It was sleeveless -- meant to be worn with a
matching jacket -- but very professional. The dark color looked great
with her dark hair and dark complexion. "I'm wearing my blue sequined
cocktail dress underneath," she said, "but I only have panties on
under that." I remembered the dress, but had only seen her wear it
once when we were first dating. It was not especially provocative, but
I remembered that it was fairly short and made of a thin material with
spaghetti straps and a slit up the right side. I didn't like the sound
of all this and said so. "C'mon." she said, "Be a sport. It's all in
good fun. I haven't told anyone here that you are my husband. If
you're embarassed, just don't let on. As far as they know, you are
just my DJ." I continued to stare at her, unsure. "They're not going
to be satisfied with just the dress no matter how sexy it is." I
said.  "Well," she replied impishly, I'll just have to improvise." My
expression turned to shock and I was about to protest when she cut me
off saying: "Honey, these are old men. They wouldn't know what to do
with a naked girl if they got their hands on one." Realizing my shy
wife would never strip to just panties in front of a room full of men,
I teased "Don't be so sure." She grinned and I asked what she wanted
me to play. "Start with 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' and find some
other songs like it.

Now that I understood the ridiculousness of the situation, I set about
choosing a playlist of extra sexy songs for my wife to dance to. I
imagined her awkwardly wobbling around in her dress, being self-
conscious and unsexy as I grinned at her from the DJ table. After a
brief discussion with the men, Tina had them move a low, circular
table toward the middle of the room and place chairs around it. I
expected Tina to duck out to change, but instead William, his back to
me, helped her step onto the apparently sturdy table. My wife has been
shy and self-conscious as long as I have known her (we have been
married for 11 years). Since starting at this job, she has gotten into
the best shape of her life thanks to daily runs around her office
campus and a strict diet. As a result, she had become more confident.
She had always been open and sexy with me, but rarely wore anything
revealing in public -- certainly never a bikini. When she started her
diet and exercise regimen, her stated goal was to fit back into her
"blue dress." In the next moment, I saw that she had indeed achieved
her goal. As Joe Cocker started to sing, she turned her back to both
me and William and unzipped the back of her professional navy dress.
The men gasped and hooted, but settled down when they realized she was
just wearing a sexier dress underneath. She tossed the navy dress to a
nearby chair and started bumping her hips and turning in place,
bending low to expose her cleavage from the front and provide gIimpses
of her thighs and rear from behind. I was impressed by her grace and
confidence. I watched intently, looking to see if she was watching for
my reaction. She never once looked my way.

The next song was a sexy number by Enigma. Just after it started, Tina
sunk down on the table and kicked her legs up in the air. She started
doing what strippers call "floor moves." Since the table was so low, I
could not really see what was happening even though they were no more
than 15 or 20 feet away. I could see the men leaning and straining for
a view, each reluctant to wait their turn for her to pivot in their
direction. I was somewhat taken aback, realizing my wife was giving
these men close up views of her panty covered crotch and spread
thighs. Toward the end of the song, I heard a "twang" sound and Tina
sat straight up with her legs on the floor. I thought maybe a bolt had
come loose on the table, but when she stood up, I saw a very sheer
pair of black lace panties fall down around her ankles. I stood up to
do something, but she held her hand up for me to stay where I was. She
stood next to William and asked him to retrieve her panties since she
could not bend over in her short dress without revealing her bare
behind. He reached down, plainly looking up her dress as he took them
from around her ankles. She stepped out of the circle of chairs to put
them back on and I saw the cause of the wardrobe malfunction: the
panties had a hook on the side similar to some bikini bottoms.
Apparently the hook had popped off while she was pivoting toward the
next man. She had the panties back on, but not hooked. She turned to
William. The hook was on the same side as the slit in her dress, and
she presented him with a bare hip and asked him to re-hook them. This
created quite a stir and the room grew quiet.

The next song was faster and she resumed dancing on table top, but the
men now made no effort to conceal the fact that they were trying to
look up her dress. Though she was now in great shape, her hips were
wider at 40 than they were at 29 and the dress was considerably
shorter than I remembered. While staring at this spectacle and trying
to figure out just how I felt about it, another slow, sensual song
came on. Before I could skip to the next track, Tina sank to the table
top and started executing floor moves again. The twang occurred almost
immediately this time, but instead of lowering her legs, she crossed
them and asked for help. Again, I was on my feet, but just as I stood,
I realized she was speaking to Jim, not me. She told Jim, who already
had his hands on her hips, to "just pull them down." I immediately sat
down. The men all voiced encouragement as my wife laughed and made a
joke about how they'd all "seen everything already" and that her
panties "just won't stay on."

At this point, I was a bundle of raw emotions: confusion, anger,
jealousy . . . and also, I admit, arousal. I was hard as a rock. I had
never been so conflicted in my life. Tina, on the other hand, was
anything but conflicted. She was now putting on quite a show --
wiggling around, spreading her legs, going so far as to place her
ankles on the mens' shoulders. I couldn't see from this angle, but
based on the movements of her arms, I assume she was playing with
herself. As she turned back to William, she hooked her right ankle
behind his head and nudged him forward. He hesitated, but at a nod
from her, he slowly lowered his face between her spread legs. As I saw
my wife's head fall back, I knew he was eating her pussy. He licked
for a few minutes, then she put her foot in his shoulder and pushed
him away. She rotated to her right, past two very disappointed looking
men, including Jim. The next man she stopped in front of leaned
forward without encouragement and went down on Tina. This man was
facing the wall just to my right and from this angle, I could clearly
see between the men's heads as his fat tongue rolled her clit and
plunged into her pussy. After no more than a minute or so, I saw her
move quickly back, clearly on the verge of cumming. She then treated
the next two men a brief taste of her pussy, before turning all the
way back to William. She spread her legs wide and instructed him to
"Finish the job." By the middle of the next song, I heard her crying
out in   climax and saw her push William back. She took a minute to
collect herself, and then told all the men to push their chair's back
from the table.

I was in dread of what would happen next, but was almost relieved when
she started giving the men lap dances. She faced away and wiggled her
behind in one man's lap, then turned around and straddled the next man
facing him. After making it all the way around the circle once, the
men started urging her to remove her dress. "C'mon, guys." she said,
"This was just supposed to be a 'bikini-gram' and you have all seen
way too much already." The men jeered and brought out money by way of
encouragement. "I can't take off my dress." she said. "The bra is
built in and now I have no panties on. I would be completely naked."
Again, I waited to see if she would look my way to guage my reaction,
but she specifically avoided my gaze and instead looked to William. At
this point, I had already decided I would not intervene unless she
asked for my help. I wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but she
was going to have to deal with the consequences of her actions. It was
then that William said, "I should be satisfied this much. This has
already been the best retirement present I could ever have. But I'd be
lying if I said I didn't want you to go on. This is the one thing I
have been looking forward to." At that, I could see tears stand out in
my wife's eyes. She turned to all the men and made them swear to
absolute secrecy regarding this party. Once they agreed, she
instructed William to stand up and pull her dress over her head. There
stood my shy, self-conscious wife standing brazenly naked in a ring of
nine men all at least 15 years her senior.

I restarted the playlist and as Joe Cocker once again growled through
Randy Newman, my wife straddled William's lap and dry humped him. She
repeated her previous routine of alternating facing toward and away
from the men. I had no idea what was going on until again half way
around the circle, I could see the man across from me -- I had taken
to calling him Mr. Pussy Eater -- caressing her hips and breasts. She
leaned her head back over his shoulder, whispered to him and he
plunged his hands between her thighs. I could see his fingers stroking
in and out of her pussy as she pumped her hips. As she got back to
William, the song ended and she stood up. The next song was the slow
Enigma song and I now dreaded it. William stood and I heard his zipper
being pulled down. I don't know if he unzipped it or she did, but she
pushed him back in his chair and squatted down in front of him. During
the silences in the song, I could hear sucking noises. Tina is an
expert cock sucker and William was doubtless getting the blow job of
his life. She sucked William only briefly before moving on to the next
man and unzipping his pants. She did not skip anybody this time, but
moved quickly around the circle. Once the song ended, she stood and
announced they would play a game. "The man who can hold out the
longest." she said, "gets to fuck me. If you come in my mouth, you're
out." This time, she did not start with William, but instead the man
to his right. After some serious sucking, she moved on. Mr. Pussy
Eater was able to hold out, but Jim was out of the game in less than a
minute. She pushed his chair back and stood for a moment. I saw her
scoop some wayward cum off her left breast and then stick her fingers
in her mouth to suck them dry. The next man lasted an even shorter
time. After two more passes, it was down to William, the man
immediately to his right and the champion pussy eater across the
table. She had them move their chairs closer and she started moving
back and forth between them. Instead of moving through everyone once
and restarting with William, she would suck off the middle guy each
time before going back to William. As a result, the middle guy was out
first.

Tina stood. Her face was flushed and shiny. She licked at a trace of
cum and announced that "This is taking too long. We have new rules. I
am going to alternate fucking you both. The first one to come inside
me wins." A few men had staggered out at some point -- I hadn't
noticed until now, but the rest cheered on my wife. Tina had both men
drop their pants and sit down. Again, she did not start with William,
but with Mr. Pussy Eater. Clearly, she wanted William to win -- either
because it was his party, or because she liked him or both. As she
switched back to William, it occurred to me that my still fertile wife
was engaging in unprotected sex with two strange men right before my
eyes. I felt a burning in my belly and a pain in my chest, but also a
throbbing in my pants. After switching multiple times, Tina's head
lolled back and her eyes squeezed shut as she came on Mr. Pussy
Eater's lap. This apparently was too much for him as he grunted and
thrusted, cumming inside her. She leaned forward with her arms around
his shoulders and a "Whoo!" issued from her lips. Disappointed,
William began to pull his pants up. "Stay sitting, sweetie." she said,
"I'll take care of you too." She then moved over into his lap and
fucked William. William took a little longer but wasn't able to make
Tina cum again so soon. She is very orgasmic, but usually needs time
to cool down in between. As he finished, he laid her back on the low
table and stood. He smiled and clapped his hands before pulling up his
pants and stepping away. With both William and his chair out of the
way, I could see how puffy, swollen and full of cum my wife's pussy
was. I could tell by the fact that her clit was still stiff and her
cunt lips were wide open that she was hungry for more. "Jim." she
called out. William's boss, grey haired and suave, approached. "I'm
worn out. You're going to have to come down here to fuck me." He did
so readily, pulling out to shoot his load all over her belly before
sliding his cock back in her for a few more pumps. I didn't know the
other men's names, and perhaps neither did Tina, because she simply
said, "Next!" There were now only six men present, including William.
The remainder each took a turn. More than one straddled her face while
the previous man fucked her. Only William, Jim and Mr. Pussy Eater (I
never did learn his name) went more than once, but by the time they
were done, William and Mr. Pussy Eater -- careful to come inside her
each time -- had both fucked her sloppy twat two more times.

All the men were now exhuasted and I had seen my wife come at least
three more times at the hands, and cocks, of these strangers. A couple
of men had re-dressed, but the rest still had their pants off. William
turned to me. "Hey stud!" he shouted. "Huh? What?" I mumbled in
surprise. "She says she needs some more cock. Come show us old farts
what a young stud can do." I looked at my wife lying naked on her
back, covered in come. She held her hand out to me with a pleading
look. As I walked toward the low table, she never took her eyes off
me. I could see the fear and remorse in her eyes. But at the same
time, she was fingering her happy snatch and sporting a prominent clit
that was now twice as large as I had ever seen it. "Fuck me, stud."
was all she said. I looked down. "On your knees, bitch." She
practically lept off the table and knelt before me. She peeled down my
pants and underwear and took out my hard cock. She bent to suck it,
but I cuffed her lightly and said, "Not yet. Tongue my balls and
asshole." She sucked and slurped my balls greedily, ocassionally
snaking her tongue behind to lick my puckered anus. Once I felt the
tip of her tongue slip inside, I roughly pushed her head back and told
her to suck it now. The still half naked men drew up chairs and
started stroking their cocks. Tina was urgently trying to get me to
cum in her mouth, but I would not do it. "Stop!" I ordered. "Lay back
on the table." I moved up between her legs and plunnged inside her
juicy fuck hole. She was so full of cum, it was like sticking my cock
in a velvet bag filled with oil. I pumped her hard and she came,
squirting a thick stream of her own cum and drenching my balls. This
is something she has done before only when extremely turned on. Once
while riding in cowgirl position, she had squirted her juice all over
my belly and chest eight times! She actually passed out from that
orgasm. As I said, she is highly orgasmic. I on the other hand was
nowhere near coming. Her slippery insides clutched and massaged my
cock, but she was just too slippery and loose from all the fucking.
"On your belly." I ordered. She turned over and started to get on her
hands and knees, but I quickly pushed her down. Her head was hanging
off the table. Jim moved a chair over to put it in front of her and
she motioned for him to sit in it. He had not managed to get his cock
hard again by stroking it, but Tina stroked and suck it back to life
in no time.

 From behind, I slid again into her sloppy cunt. This position ALWAYS
produces orgasms from her. I was not disappointed. Just a few minutes
of pumping produced contractions and another gushing orgasm. My balls,
calves and ankles were soaked in her juices. She groaned as I pulled
out with a wet pop. I stuck my thumb in her cunt and plunged it in a
few times. She moaned and writhed. I moved it up to her asshole and
she wiggled her behind. We had only had anal sex once or twice, but
she knew just what I was going to do. While thumbing her ass, I
stroked my cock in and out of her cum-soaked pussy until my cock was
as slippery as her cunt. I pulled out and slid easily into her pre-
lubed asshole. I was waiting for her to adjust to my cock in her ass,
but she starting humping back right away. She never stopped sucking
Jim's cock the whole time. As I see awed in and out of her tight ass,
I could hear her pussy squishing and slurping under me. The table top
was hard plastic and it had a fine pebble texture that must have been
conveniently non-slip during the dancing. It now served to stimulate
her clit. As her ass bumped up and down and she let go with another
stream of hot cum, she gasped and opened her mouth, losing Jim's cock
in the process. He started cumming and when she realized she had
missed it, she stuffed it back in her mouth and startled gobbling down
his jizz. She licked it off his balls and thighs before smacking her
lips and again proclaiming "Next!" My cock was quickly becoming a
thing apart and showed no sign of ejaculating or softening. I was
really reaming her ass good and she was loving every minute of it. I
fucked her ass while she sucked two more men to orgasm. Finally, my
cock launched what felt like a missle into her scrunching butt. I
would not have been suprised if the top of her head been blown off. I
leaned back to pull out and another stream of her come sprayed my
balls. I fired back with a load of surprising size all over her back
as she pumped and snaked her hips. She rolled onto her back and the
remaining men stood around her and jerked off onto her chest. They
didn't produce much cum this time, but she scooped it all into her
mouth and smiled.

As the men stood back, she rose up and came toward me. She looked up
with a satisfied smile. My cock was still hard and throbbing despite
shooting two loads just moments before. It had never softened. I said,
"Clean it, bitch." She would never have done that before, but now she
bent and sucked my cock without hesitating. She moaned around it that
it tasted so good covered in so much cum -- including hers and mine. I
shot another load in her mouth, but still my cock refused to soften.
As the men begain to leave, she straddled my lap and fucked my cock in
and out of her pussy -- bouncing up and down on it like a dildo. She
waved and said "Goodbye. Thanks!" and soon we were alone. We didn't
speak as she kept bouncing up and down on my cock for maybe half an
hour. I think she would have ridden it forever if it had not finally
started to go soft. The reality of this situation wassetting in and
eclipsing my lust. She finally stood up and then bent to kiss me. "Do
you really think I want to kiss you after you've had all that cock and
cum in your mouth?" I asked. "Well, you certainly wanted to fuck me
after having all that cock and cum in my pussy." I yelled at her to
"Shut up!" and "Go get in the car." She started to dress. "No." I
said, "go outside and get in the car just like you are: naked and
covered in strange men's cum." I pulled up a vinyl table cloth and
told her to cover the seat with it. "Don't leak any cum on the
leather." I instructed. I gathered my equipment and her serving trays
and we drove home in silence.

As we pulled in the drive way, she looked at me fearfully and was
about to speak. I said, "Get out of the car. Do not cover yourself. Go
into the house and wait for me in the guest bedroom." I let her stay
in there for several hours. When I heard her get up once to use the
bathroom, I said through the door, "Wash your hands, but nothing
else." I brought her some food later. I instructed her to go wash her
hands again and rinse her mouth with mouthwash. I sat with her as she
ate. I could see the cum had dried in places and her pubic hair was
pasted to her crotch. After she finished, she begged me to let her get
cleaned up. I think the remorse was coming over her now. "No." I said,
"you are going to sleep in the wet spot tonight. I will decide what to
do with you in the morning." "I'm so sorry, Jon." she said. "I never
meant for any of this to happen." "If you didn't plan it, then why did
you wear a dress that you couldn't wear a bra under and panties that
have a quick release strap?" I accused. She looked down, her silence
confirming that she had planned it to happen exactly as it did. "Don't
lie to me!" I said, and stomped from the room.

In the middle of the night, I woke up from a very vivid dream of
William's party. My cock was rock hard once again. I strode to the
guest bedroom. Tina was asleep, but also playing with herself. Over
the course of our marriage, I had learned that we had had sex numerous
times while she was completely and totally asleep. She was always and
active and willing participant, but had no memory of sex in the
morning. She seemed to enjoy the afterglow just the same as if she'd
been conscious. I had once experimented with slipping my cock into her
mouth and was pleased to get a nice, but brief blowjob. When I told
her about it the next morning, she smiled and finished the job she had
unknowingly started the night before. So I was not surprised to see
her playing with herself as a result. I started to fuck her while she
was still fingering herself. She didn't stop. First two, then three
fingers plunged in and out of her pussy along with my hard cock. The
added friction and mass helped offset the slipperiness of her reamed
out cunt. I soon rolled her onto her belly and fucked her pussy from
behind. She took her finger out and started rubbing her clit and the
base of my cock and balls. She grunted, "Fuck me!" "Oh, so you're
awake are you?" I asked. "I am now!" she replied. I shot another big
load in her sloppy twat and made her clean my cock with her mouth. I
left her there -- fucked out again and laying on her belly and
dripping fresh cum on the sheets.

In the morning, I woke to find her showering. I slipped in behind her
and we soaped up. She went downstairs and made breakfast and we ate a
nice meal, fresh and clean in our robes. I made pleasant conversation
as if nothing had happened. Finally, around lunch, she decided to
broach the subject. "Are we ok?" she asked. "Are you planning to do
this again?" I asked. "No." she said firmly. We left it at that for a
couple of months until Tina came home from work one night with a
sparkle in her eyes. "Remember Jim?" she asked, tentatively. "From
William's party?" "As though I could forget." I replied. "He has just
offered me $2,000 to cater another party!" she said excitedly. "Let me
think about it." I replied. A day later I asked her how many people
would be at this party. "It's small." she said. "Just Jim and four or
five friends." "Ok." I said, "but I want to set some ground rules if
you are going to do this again." She said "ok" and I laid out the
rules. "No more than a total of ten men at any party. No one I know
and none of our mutual friends or acquaintances. You are going on
birth control. And I must escort you to every party. If at any time I
say stop, you stop. You, on the other hand, are not allowed to say
stop. You do whatever the guests want and whatever I want. No
questions asked." She looked fearful at that last rule but agreed. She
also told me she had been taking birth control pills for several
months prior to William's party and admitted that the party was the
whole reason she had started dieting and exercising. She had planned
this for more than a year! I was furious with her, but could not deny
that all of this turned me on, either.

In the months ahead, we catered a number of parties . . . often with
Tami joining in on the act. It is a real turn-on to see her slurping
cum out of Tina's pussy, licking it off her tits and swirling it
between their two tongues. The men enjoyed taking turns fucking Tina
and Tami and watching them fuck each other. Having two performers also
meant neither one of them was "totally fucked out." as Tina referred
to it. On the way home, Tina rides naked and covered in cum in the
back seat with Tami, usually locked in a hot 69. If there is any cum
left in either pussy, it is always licked out by the time we get home.
On days when Tami helps, she spends the night with Tina in the guest
bed -- or the "fuck bed" as we have come to call it. I usually come in
during the night and fuck one or both of them. I particularly like
fucking Tina from behind while Tami licks Tina's clit and my balls.
Any time I feel Tina about to squirt, I pull out so she can cum in
Tami's mouth. I usually shove my cock in Tami's mouth and cum right
behind Tina. Tami loves getting a fresh load from each of us. Tami has
also discovered the joys of fucking my wife while she is asleep. She
claims to have finger fucked Tina to three separate squirting orgasms
one night without Tina ever waking.

Tami's husband has no idea what she does with us on the weekends. She
always tells him the parties are on Sunday afternoon and she has to
help Tina prepare all night long. Tami reports that he has recently
started eating her pussy regularly -- something he almost never did in
the past -- and claims there is something different about her taste.
Tina always makes sure that Tami's pussy is as clean as a whistle when
she leaves, but I think he must still smell the sex on her. I'm sure I
should be angry or jealous, but I am getting the best sex of my life
from two very hot ladies and making money hand over fist. Tami takes
home about $200 each time to keep her husband happy and satisfied that
she and Tina are "making good money catering." Some of the money goes
toward vacations and other indulgences that make me and Tina and
frequently Tami happy and horny. We are investing the rest in order to
buy a piece of property somewhere in the tropics where the three of us
can fuck in the sun and sand. Tami's husband Chuck is going to have to
fend for himself. She has made it clear she is coming with us -- and
cumming with us -- when the time comes. Until then we are enjoying
ourselves!

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