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Carmella's thirtieth birthday party did not require a great deal of planning. I knew what she liked and I knew where to find it. Best of all, it was a birthday treat we could both enjoy.

She dressed for the occasion in suitably slutty fashion - six-inch stiletto heels and a little pink dress that fitted like a sheath and scarcely covered her ass. As she was not wearing any underwear, it left her pretty close to naked.

The bar to which I took her was not the kind of place "respectable" people like us usually frequented. It was a hangout for bikers, truckers and a motley assortment of people who lived life on the wild side. The moment we entered, dozens of pairs of leering eyes focussed on my wife.

"I'm not sure I like the look of this place," she said nervously. "What are we doing here anyway?"

"Celebrating your birthday, hon," I answered.

"In this dump!"

"Look around you," I told her. "What do you see?"

She scanned the smoky bar. "I see dozens of dirty, hairy slobs drinking beer and looking at me like I was one of their cheap sluts."

I smiled. "Tonight, that's exactly what you are. Why do you think I asked you to dress like this? Of course, if you don't want to, we can go somewhere else"

One look at Carmella and I knew we would be going nowhere. The nympho switch had been flipped and she was already thinking with her cunt.

"Okay," she smiled. "If these greaseballs want a slut, I can be the dirtiest bitch they've ever had the pleasure of gang-banging."

I patted her ass. "I don't doubt it, hon. Go for it."

When my wife decided to go for it, she did not waste time. While I went to the bar, she strutted in the direction of the pool table, turning the head of practically every guy in the place. I took up a prime viewing position at the corner of the bar, ordered a beer and settled back to watch the fun.

When she was prowling for cock, Carmella's behavior could make the average street whore blush. The fact that there was a dangerous edge to this particular hunting ground served only to further excite her. Smiling at the shouts and wolf whistles of the unwashed mob, she snatched a bottle of beer from the nearest available table and took a long swig. The owner - a bearded and long haired biker in scuffed black leather, who looked both big and mean enough to rip her apart with his bare hands - was on his feet even before she had lowered the bottle from her lips.

"That's my fucking beer, bitch!" he growled.

"So - you saying you want me to pay for it?" Carmella calmly responded.

"Damn fucking right," the beast replied, glowering dangerously.

"Name your price, big boy," she told him. "All I've got is under this dress."

"This whore is looking for business!" roared another member of the gang, grabbing Carmella's ass.

"This whore is giving it away for free," she retorted. "So what's it to be, boys? Do you just wanna look, or do you wanna party?"

The hulk looked for about another ten seconds, then picked up a full pitcher of beer and flung it over the front of her dress. Before she could react, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and rammed his tongue into her mouth. The biker to her rear pulled up her dress and bared her creamy ass for all to see. Even though these guys were obviously animals, I was not concerned. Carmella loved to play rough and there was nothing they could do to her that she wouldn't enjoy.

When the big biker was finished kissing her, he shoved her backwards into the arms of his companions. She offered no resistance as she was pushed back against the pool table and several pairs of hands clawed at her soaked dress. In the time it took the beast to take another swig of beer and unzip his leather jeans, she was stripped down to her high heels.

"Hold the bitch down," he rasped, pumping his swelling cock with his right fist.

Restraining her was unnecessary, but he looked like the kind of man who could only really enjoy fucking a woman if she was held down and helpless. Carmella struggled gamely as two men pinned her to the beer stained pool table and two others forced her legs wide apart.

Her cunt was hungry for cock and the gang leader had more than enough to fill her up. She squealed like a virgin schoolgirl as he buried his thick shaft to the hilt in her pouting slit. True to his bestial nature, he proceeded to fuck her with such aggression he seemed intent on reaching her throat. Had I just walked in at that moment, I would have sworn she was being raped.

A crowd of men gathered around the table, to enjoy the show and cheer on the grunting brute. But I knew most of them would not be content to just watch. Why should they, when there was a cock hungry slut spread-eagled naked before them?

One of the bikers holding Carmella down unzipped his jeans with his free hand and withdrew his cock. Twisting a fistful of her hair, he wrenched her head sideways and slid his throbbing length into her open mouth.

Before long, a full-blooded fuck festival was under way. When the big biker was finished with her, another immediately took his place between Carmella's splayed thighs, his cock slipping easily into her stretched and cum slicked hole. As it was getting rather crowded, I had to move in closer to the action.

Carmella was no longer being held down. She now had a hard cock in her mouth, another in her cunt and one in each fist. Another man was kneeling on the pool table and jerking off over her face. At least three dozen more were waiting eagerly for their turn to fuck her. My own cock was throbbing in my jeans, but I wasn't planning to jump the queue. Let the lust crazed mob have their fun first.

After she had swallowed the hot load of the guy fucking her throat, she extended her tongue to catch the cum from the cock being pumped over her face. The biker between her thighs bellowed triumphantly and raised a clenched fist as he filled her cunt with his cream.

As soon as he had withdrawn, several men dragged her from the pool table and flung her to the sawdust-covered floor. One of them raised her by the hips, as effortlessly as if she were a little girl, and lowered her onto his ramrod cock. She was scarcely impaled on the full length, when a second man moved into kneeling position behind her. Spreading her cheeks with both hands, he eased his fuckpole into the snug and welcoming embrace of her asshole.

Carmella had once joked that her biggest handicap was that she didn't have enough holes to fill with cock. With her asshole and cunt both stretched to capacity, she gripped a hard cock in each fist and stuffed several inches of both into the corners of her mouth.

If she wanted to set a record for taking the most men at once, she had come to the right place. All were eager for a piece of this dirty slut and didn't particularly care where they stuck their cocks. One leering biker wrapped a fistful of her chestnut hair around his cock and began to masturbate, while another pushed his cock against her left ear. A sixth hairy brute, wearing only motorcycle boots and a studded leather jacket, straddled her back and began sliding back and forth in a fucking motion, while he groped her breasts with both hands. There were even two men jerking off over the soles of her feet.

My wife and I were no strangers to orgies, but this put even our wildest sex parties to shame. For over four hours, Carmella was relentlessly fucked in every hole and every imaginable position. After a while, I gave up trying to keep count, but at least fifty men used her body for their pleasure. And most of those returned for second or third helpings.

When the gang bang finally ended, she was left sprawled naked on the floor, covered in cum and sawdust. Semen dripped from her hair and ears, dribbled from the corners of her mouth and trickled in tiny streams from her cunt and asshole. She could not have been more completely drenched if she had bathed in the stuff.

"Had enough, hon?" I whispered, kneeling beside her.

"Fuck me!" she responded, in a hoarse voice. "Do it here - now!"

Even by Carmella's cock crazy standards, it was a surprising request. But it was her birthday and she had never looked so appetizing. Undaunted by our now somewhat subdued audience, I stripped without hesitation and embraced the cum drenched love of my life. She was hot and sticky and smelled of sweat and semen - just the way I liked her. When I kissed her, the taste was as strong as if I had sucked all those cocks myself.

Wrapping her legs around my back, she drew me into her slick, humid gash. Cum oozed around my cock and balls as I fucked her, my cock sloshing in her overflowing orifice.

"Fuck your whore, baby!" she gasped. "Cum in my fucking cunt!"

After all that I had witnessed, it didn't take long. As my cock delivered yet another creamy payload into her insatiable cunt, I buried my face between her breasts and smothered myself in cum. When I staggered to my feet, she was not the only one smeared with sticky cock cream.

"You know her, man?" one of the bikers demanded, as I got dressed.

"She's my wife," I replied.

He laughed. "That's one dirty slut wife you got there!"

I smiled proudly. "I know. Hope you all enjoyed her."