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"A Barbecue Gang Bang"
(slut wife)
It had been a bright, warm summers day when Leslie phoned to invite
myself and my husband, Tim over for an evening barbecue. I knew that
we had nothing planned, and readily accepted the invitation
immediately. Leslie and Bob were two of our best friends, and
evening's with them were always interesting. They both had a free and
easy approach to their private life, and invariably the conversation
turned sexual in nature.
Although both myself and Tim had often fantasized about our friends
when we made love, neither of us had taken our thoughts any further. I
had to admit, though, when I replaced the receiver, the thought of
seeing Bob in a pair of shorts was making my pussy tingle and my
nipples stand up and pay attention! I quickly informed Tim of my
conversation with Leslie, and he seemed pleased that we would be going
out tonight. Bless him! Tim is a sweet man and, after ten years of
marriage, I still love him dearly, but sometimes I think I might just
need...you know...a little more!
The weather being so warm, I decided to change into a bikini and spend
the rest of the day lounging around our pool and try to top up my tan.
I stretched out on a sun bed with a good book and a cool drink and
tried to relax. The problem was I was getting too hot! I'm not sure if
it was the strength of the sun or the fact that I couldn't get the
vision of Bob's lean, muscular body out of my mind, but within half an
hour I could feel my nipples hard inside my bikini top and a damp
patch beginning to form on the panties.
You will probably have guessed by now that I am a very sexual person.
I always have been, but sometimes Tim, although very good in the sack,
is not always as....adventurous as I would like! Still unable to stop
my current train of thought, the cool water of the pool beckoned. I
eased myself in slowly and swam my usual ten laps. I like to exercise
every day. I have been told that my 5' 8" body is well toned and
attractive and I'd like to keep it that way as long as possible! When
the weather is hot, swimming is by far the best idea.
At 6.30pm, we grabbed a couple of bottles of wine and headed for
Leslie's place. It was still warm and I had only worn a shortish
summer dress, panties and tennis shoes. I had tied back my long brown
hair in a pony tail with a ribbon. I looked a little like a fifties
cheer leader! I didn't usually leave the house without a bra, but I
just loved the freedom that I felt without it, and besides my boobs
aren't really that large. Tim had worn a pair of light Chinos with a
short sleeve shirt and loafers. Leslie greeted us both at the door
with a kiss. She looked stunning as always. Her long blonde hair was
still damp. As she was only wearing a bikini with a wrap around skirt
covering her lower body, I assumed that she had just got out of the
pool.
"Come through to the back," she said cheerfully. "Everyone's here!"
We set the bottles in the kitchen and walked out to the back garden. I
now understood what she meant, it was not only us she had invited,
there were about twelve other people here. Great, I though, a party!
Whilst Leslie took care of Tim, showing him around and chatting with
the other guests, Bob approached me quickly with a smile and kissed me
hello. I could smell his expensive aftershave when his face touched
mine, it was almost intoxicating. I was delighted. He was wearing
shorts! I could see his strong, tanned legs as they disappeared into
the legs of the garment. His lips brushed mine in a greeting and I
felt the tingling return to my body.
"Let me get you a drink." he breathed into my ear. Perhaps it was just
me, but his greeting kiss seemed to be saying something more than just
"hello".
The drink tasted sweet and strong. I had no idea what was in it, but
as Bob had mixed it, I assumed that it contained a substantial amount
of alcohol. Bob began walking me around the other guests. Most seemed
a little older than Tim and myself and mainly male, but I met them all
with a warm, friendly smile. Bob kept his arm around my slim waist and
I was sure that every now and then I could feel him squeeze me
slightly. Every time my glass was empty, it was immediately replaced
as if from nowhere. As the evening wore on, I was aware that my head
was becoming light. I can usually hold my drink, but the warm night
air and the friendly, almost intimate atmosphere of the party were
obviously having an effect on me.
At some stage throughout the evening the music must have been turned
up because there were people dancing on the deck by the pool. Bob had
never left my side, and was now pulling me by the hand towards the
makeshift dance floor. I must have been quite drunk by now. As soon as
we began to sway along to the music, I felt Bob pull me tightly
towards him and let his hands rest on my butt. I could feel the
unmistakable bulge of his excitement through his shorts as we danced
and, feeling very naughty, I wriggled myself gently against him. I
heard him sigh very quietly and tighten his hold on my buttocks,
kneading my flesh seductively. A sudden realization of what I was
doing hit me and I pulled away slightly and looked around. Perhaps it
was guilt, but I wanted to see where Tim was before I let this go any
further. When I looked up, I became aware that Bob and I were the only
ones dancing. Everyone else, including Tim and Leslie, were just
chatting and watching us. Tim seemed happy enough with his arm around
our hostess' waist, so I closed my eyes and, with a sexy smile, folded
myself back into Bob's strong, masculine body. If Tim and the other
guests wanted to see a show, then we would give them a show!
As Bob circled me around the deck, the music seemed to go on for ever.
My head was spinning now but I didn't care, I was too turned on. His
hands were still groping my bottom and I could feel the hem of my
light dress riding up with every squeeze. Soon, I could feel the cool
night air playing around my upper thighs and realised with a little
surprise that I had let Bob lift the hem right up to my panties. I
should have been alarmed, but all I could feel was excitement as it
became obvious that all the guests now had a clear view of my panties.
I could never have believed how exciting exposing myself like this
would be, my nipples were rock hard under my dress and I was sure that
there would be a visible damp patch on the front of my underwear.
I had decided that the music must be on a continuous loop, because it
was not stopping. Bob was now kissing my lips gently as he twirled me
round slowly, treating his guests to a nice view of my panty covered
behind. A part of me knew that I should be trying to put a stop to
this, but my feelings of lust and excitement were too strong. I parted
my lips and admitted his searching tongue as I let my hands roam up
and down his strong back. Bob seemed to take this as an acceptance of
his amorous advances and, keeping the skirt of my dress firmly bunched
above my bottom with one hand, he began to slide the straps of the
halter top off my shoulders with the other. The thoughts were racing
through my head: was I going to let this gorgeous man undress me like
this, in public? Was he going to expose my boobs for all to see?
My unvoiced questions were quickly answered as the straps fell from my
shoulders and I felt the rough material of his shirt tease my solid
nipples as he pressed back into me. Thankfully the lights outside were
quite dim. The moonlight cast shadows over our audience who now had
stopped chatting to each other and seemed intent on watching the
display in front of them. I looked over towards my husband. Tim was
smiling back at me in silent encouragement. His arm was still around
Leslie's tiny waist, but had now moved up slightly and I could just
see his hand contract and relax as he gently massaged her left breast
through her bikini.
Seeing Tim enjoying the ample charms of our hostess was all the
reassurance that I needed. I was feeling so horny now, so turned on
and excited, that I broke away from Bob for a moment and stepped back.
He seemed disappointed, but as I smiled sexily at him and started to
wriggle my dress down, his disenchantment was soon dispelled. Once the
dress was at my waist, it fell easily to the floor, pooling around my
tennis shoes. Standing there in just my shoes and white panties, I let
everyone get a good look at my semi naked body. I felt wonderful. I
was the center of attention and from the cheers and whistles that I
was receiving, it was obvious that they liked what they saw. Bob
approached me again. The bulge in his shorts seemed to have grown and
I guessed that the garment hid a penis of excellent proportions. Still
slightly dizzy from the drink, Bob lifted me up easily in his arms and
carried me over to a wooden table. I was laid gently on my back with
my butt on the edge and my legs hanging over. I could feel the rough
hewn wood on my sensitive skin, the contrast heightening my feelings
of lust.
Bob stood back to admire my body. He smiled and I became aware that
some of the single male guests had moved closer to the table in
anticipation of watching a young woman getting fucked. They crowded
around, trying to get a better view as Bob reached under my ass and,
with a swift motion, pulled the last vestiges of my clothing from my
body. I heard more cheers and applause as my naked vagina became
exposed to their eyes. I always keep myself shaved down there and this
did not go unnoticed.
"Wow! Look at that! Her pussy's completely smooth" I heard an
unfamiliar voice cry.
And then another voice from the other side of the table: "Oh, yes. I
love a shaved cunt!"
I was desperately horny now. My vagina was leaking fluid and the
tingling had turned to out and out lust. I felt hands on my breasts,
squeezing my hard nipples and twisting them almost painfully. And then
it happened. From the corner of my eye, I watched Bob bend his head
and lower himself between my thighs. His strong hands grasped my legs
and pulled the widely apart, spreading me obscenely. My orgasm hit me
as soon as I felt his hot tongue on my clitoris. My back arched and my
hips bucked from the table as I trembled and shook through my climax.
I had hardly enough time to come down, when I felt a long penis being
pressed towards my face. I knew that it could not belong to Bob as he
was still delightfully lapping at my flowing juices, cleaning them
from my wet pussy and licking them from my inner thighs. I didn't care
who the cock belonged to, I just wanted it in my mouth. Turning my
head, I let the owner push his way passed my lips and into my throat.
Tim was always saying that I have an excellent deep throat' technique,
and within a few short minutes I was rewarded with a mouthful of
delicious male seed.
My pussy lips were twitching uncontrollably now. I needed my hole
filled and I needed it soon. I could see Bob removing his shorts, and
as his cock came into view, I knew that I wouldn't have to wait long.
As he moved between my outstretched legs, I realised that my earlier
estimation of his endowment was not far wrong! He was huge, easily ten
inches in length, and as he slowly entered me I was also impressed
with the size of the girth. He started to slowly inch in and out of my
wet vagina, but I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked hard, deep and
rough. I screamed out to him.
"Fuck me hard, Bob. Faster, deeper, I want all you've got. Do it to
me. Fill me with your hard cock!"
Bob quickly obliged ramming his tool deep inside me, pulling almost
all the way out and hammering it into me again. My cries of passion
were drowned out as another cock was forced into my open mouth. I
sucked hard as Bob pummeled my pussy. I rolled my tongue around the
wide head and let my throat contract around the shaft. As I started to
hum slightly, the vibrations caused the cock to twitch wildly. This
time, the owner of the meat quickly withdrew from my mouth and
liberally sprayed my tits with cum. I was in heaven. My orgasm's
coming so often as Bob fucked me, that they were almost continuous.
With a lunge and a final thrust, Bob pulled his massive cock out of
me. I watched his hand fly up and down the shaft as he ejaculated over
my stomach, some of the jets so powerful they reached almost up to my
already sticky boobs.
This seemed to be the cue for everyone else. The sight of my body
covered in semen was obviously what they wanted as each man stepped
forward and either masturbated over me or had me suck them until the
shot their load's over my nakedness. This frenzy of cum lasted for
about another hour, I think. To be honest, I lost track of time. When
they were all finished, I had the slick, sticky residue of more than
six men coating my breasts and stomach and sticking to my stiff, pink
nipples. As they all stepped back, for a moment I thought it was all
over. I was wrong. Tim and Leslie stepped into my view. I had all but
forgotten about them. They were both naked and looked flushed, but I
could see from the state of Tim's erect penis that he was still in the
mood for more. Without a word, I was unceremoniously flipped over onto
my stomach. Leslie stepped in front of me and, crouching to the most
effective height, fed a long and extremely hard nipple directly into
my mouth.
"We all saw how you suck cock," she said with a grin. "Now lets see
how you do with my tits!"
Happy to oblige, I began licking and slurping on her tits as she
dropped a hand to her mound and began to force her fingers in and out
of her pussy, masturbating herself with lightening speed.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight my little slut," I heard Tim say
from behind me as he positioned himself between my spread legs. "It
took Bob, Leslie and myself a lot of organizing!"
I could feel my husband's erection pressing urgently against my
bottom. He knew that I enjoyed anal sex and I right now I wanted his
cock in my ass so badly. As I felt the warm, burning sensation from my
butt spread over my entire body, I mused on his words.. I loved him
even more then, for setting the whole evening up just for me.
As I felt his cum rush into my ass and felt Leslie convulse with her
own orgasm, I knew he was right. I was, and still am, a total slut.
There is nothing now that I won't do for my husband or our friends, I
have become their sex slave and am totally addicted to sex of all
kinds. After that night we all decided that I should give up my part
time job so that I could be available for any of them at any time. I
now seem to think about sex all the time. When I am not being taken by
either Tim, Bob or Leslie, I need to use one of the many vibrators or
other toys that they have bought for me so as to satisfy my almost
constant urges. We still have parties and I am always the star
attraction, sometimes getting fucked by as many as twenty men and
women in a single night. My life changed the night of that barbecue
party, but it was definitely for the better!