This Wife Needs to Appear `Unwilling,' In Order to Enjoy Extra Guys

This happened a few weeks ago, so my wife and I have had some time to reflect before journaling it.  We hope you enjoy our report.
  
My wife loves to play submission games, loves to play the "unwilling" participant in our sexual adventures.  We've talked about it, and I think it is her way of giving herself permission to do things she would never have dreamed of doing just a few years ago.  We've played around with this in a variety of ways, and it has always allowed her to push the envelope, and have fun while doing it.

It was a Saturday, and it was fight night.  Every few months, I get the fights on Pay-Per-View, and have a few buddies over for beers.  My wife always laughs at these little get-togethers.  She says she is sometimes afraid to come into the room because of the "boys and all their testosterone."  

This occasion was no different, and I joked with her that she was probably right.  I told her I couldn't be held responsible for what might happen to her if she wandered into that kind of environment.  She smiled slyly and told me that I was dreaming.  Only a few of our "regular" friends know about our sexual adventures... and neither of the guys coming to watch the fight expected anything more than a few beers and a few good fights to watch.

Saturday night rolled around and my friends Frank and Paul came over.  My wife was in and out, making us snacks and bringing us beer.  At one point I went into the kitchen to get another drink, and I commented about how she seemed very brave in the face of the "boys and all their testosterone."  She smiled and explained that she was just proving me wrong, and how all my big talk about how "I couldn't be held responsible," was a lot of hot air.  

I moved up behind her and nudged her from behind until she was standing in the archway between our kitchen and the living room with me standing behind her.
I whispered in her ear that maybe she was wrong, and maybe what I ought to do is strip her naked and let Frank and Paul have their way with her.  

She drew in a tight breath and said, in her best "willing victim" voice, "No!  You wouldn't dare!"  I ran my hand down around her breasts, spending a few moments teasing her nipples and kneading her tits.  She pulled away and whispered to me, "Since you are so full of hot air, I'm going to go up and go to bed."  With that, she walked away and went upstairs.

I returned to the living room and took a seat on the couch.  The next fight was over quickly, and we knew we'd have a long break before the next fight while the announcers talked about upcoming fights and other stories about the fight world.  

I paused the DVR, and the three of us guys started to talk.  It started out with general stuff about jobs and politics, but then Frank told me that he was pissed off at me.  I couldn't imagine what for, until he told me that he'd seen how, "You were grabbing your wife's tits."  Then he said, "I haven't been laid in so long.  It wasn't fair to show her off, unless you are willing to share with the rest of the class."  

Paul and Frank had a good laugh at that.  But I stopped them cold by saying, "OK... sharing it is."  I got up and went upstairs to our bedroom where I found my wife laying in bed, wearing just one of my oversized T-shirts and her panties.

I walked directly up to her and took her by the hand.  I said, "Get up.  We are going downstairs."  She made some protest about needing to get dressed.  I told her that there was not reason to get dressed... that she would be wearing a lot less in a few minutes.  The look on her face told me that she was a little shocked by what I said, but she was clearly up for it.  

Just to play off of her earlier "willing victim" role, I told her that she was to do what I told her, and to whom I told her.  She made some minor protests, but came along with me downstairs.

Paul and Frank were visibly surprised when I walked in with my wife wearing just a T-Shirt and panties.  Her nipples were poking straight out, and betrayed the fact that she had no bra on.  I moved in behind her and began kissing her neck, running my hands up and down her sides, lifting the T-shirt a little more each time.  

She leaned back in to me, but pushed her shirt down in an attempt to keep her breasts covered.  I looked over at my two friends who were staring wide-eyed at the show in front of them.  I told Frank to go get the video camera that was attached to the home entertainment center, and for both of them to follow me upstairs.

I heard both of them fumbling all over themselves to retrieve the camera and hurry along behind us up to our bedroom.  I led my wife back to our bedroom.  I stood at the foot of our bed with my wife standing in front of me, and told Paul and Frank to take a seat in chairs on the other side of the room.  Frank started up the camera.  I stripped off my shorts and stood behind my wife in my boxers and a T-shirt.

As I started sliding my hands up and down her sides, lifting the shirt, I asked her, loud enough for Frank and Paul to hear, "I told you what might happen.  Now I'm going to show you off to my two friends.  They are going to see every inch of your lovely body.  What do you think about that?"

"No... please," she breathed heavily.  I lifted her shirt up over her left breast.  I asked our two guests if they like what they saw.  Neither could answer audibly.  They just nodded in slack-jawed agreement.  I pulled her shirt up more, exposing both of her breasts.  Reaching around, I pulled them into my hands.  "Maybe I'll let them grab your tits like this," I said, as I kneaded her breasts.

"No, I couldn't... you wouldn't," she said, as she reached her hand around and took hold of my by-then rock-hard cock.

"Grab your own tits," I told her.  "Rub them like you do when you are alone, when you are fucking yourself with your dildo."  In spite of her earlier protestations, she complied willingly, taking her nipples between her fingers as she pushed, pulled, and massaged her tits.

By that time, I could see that my two friends were shifting somewhat uncomfortably.  I took that as an indication that they were getting hard watching the show.  

I slid my newly freed hands down into her underwear, and started massaging her clit.  That caused her to arch her back, causing her tits to jut out.  Her hands moved with greater force and purpose on her tits.  She moved one of her hands back to my cock and began stroking hard on it.  I knew then that she was fully in the element.  Based on our earlier sexual adventures, I knew she was ready to do virtually anything I told her to do, and she would make sure to give herself permission to enjoy it.

I pulled her hair gently, but enough to get her head reclined against my shoulder, and we began kissing.  I was working her panties down as best I could, but in that position I wasn't able to get them down very far.  I broke our kiss and told Paul to come over and pull her panties down.  

My wife tensed as he approached.  I whispered into her ear that she should relax, because she didn't really have any control.  That did the trick.  She put her head back, and we continued to kiss as Paul gently removed her panties and took them with him back to his seat.

I pulled up her shirt, exposing her fully to the camera, and to our two voyeurs.  I whispered in her ear, "Maybe I ought to show them your pretty pussy."  "No... please... I can't," she said between deep kisses.

I slid myself so that I was seated on the footboard of our bed, and pulled my wife up partially on my lap so that her feet were off the ground.  I reached down, spread her pussy lips apart, and began gently flicking her clit.  Her breathing got heavier and faster, and within a few minutes she was enjoying an orgasm.

Before she could even fully recover from that, I nudged her down onto her knees, and told Paul and Frank to come over and to get out their cocks.  Still a little shaky, my wife looked up and said, "No.  What are you doing?"

"I told you that I couldn't be held responsible if you insisted on coming around all of the... what did you call it... 'boys and all their testosterone'.  Now you're going to do what I say... aren't you?"

"Yes," was her only reply.  I took out my cock and pulled her head over to it, slipping it into her mouth.

Frank and Paul sat there, still holding the camera, not sure what to do.  I told Frank to set the camera on the table so that it could record us.  "Get your buns over here and let me share my lovely wife with you."  I told them, "That's what I would do if I was invited to share some other guy's wife."  Frank set the camera down on the table, and he and Paul came over and stood on either side of my wife who was still on her knees, while I slid my cock in and out of her mouth.

I popped my cock out of her mouth, and knew by the look in her eyes that she had totally surrendered to her lust, and was ready for anything.  I told her to take out Frank's cock, and to suck it while she used her hands to play with Paul's cock.  She dutifully took out both of their cocks.

Frank's was long and thin.  Paul's was shorter, but quite thick.  She started to suck on Frank while gently stroking Paul's dick.  After a few minutes, I told her to switch, and she deftly moved over and took as much of Paul into her mouth as she could (only a few inches, given his girth).  

She was holding him in her mouth, but not moving, so I reached my hand down and placed it on the back of her head and started pushing her head gently forward until she got the hint and started bobbing her head up and down on his cock.  "Fuck him with your mouth," I said, as I reached down and gave her nipple a small pinch.

After a few more minutes I laced my fingers through her hair and tugged back slightly.  Paul's cock came out of her mouth with an audible 'POP'.  She looked up into my eyes, clearly in the grip of almost uncontrollable lust.  "Are you ready to get fucked?" I asked her.

"Yes.  Fuck me," she replied, while looking up at me.

I pulled her up by her hand and led her over to the bed.  I lay down and pulled her down on top of me, with her facing up, and her pussy just over the edge of the bed.  I slid my cock into her from behind, and told Paul and Frank that they could enjoy her lovely body any way they saw fit.  

Hearing my words, I could feel my wife's juices begin to flow even heavier.  I became aware that Paul had moved to the other side of the bed, and had climbed on and positioned himself so that my wife could take his dick into her mouth.  Meanwhile, Frank had was standing in front of her spread legs, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy.  I thought at first that Frank was thinking about a DP, but didn't quite know what to do as I wasn't in her ass.

It surprised both my wife and me as I felt one of Frank's fingers, then two, slide into her pussy while I was fucking her.  We shared a momentary pause, but then she began bucking her hips slightly, and was fucking both my cock and Frank's fingers.

What happened next was quite a surprise for us as well.  Frank withdrew his fingers and began pressing his cock against my wife's pussy opening while I was still inside.  I had, on occasion, slid a long, thin vibrator into her while we were fucking, and alternated the in and out strokes.  She always went wild for that, but this time I was concerned as to whether it would hurt her as Frank's cock, while not very thick, was still bigger than our little motorized friend.  

As that was going on, my wife kept loosing Paul's cock from her mouth.  He finally just grabbed her by either side of the face and pushed his dick into her mouth, holding her head still as he pumped in and out.

Frank was finally successful in sliding all the way inside my wife's pussy, right next to mine.  It was a strange sensation to feel another cock inside my wife at the same time as me.  I have always loved to watch her get fucked, but this was something entirely different.  It felt strangely good!

Paul began grunting and whispering, "Ah yes...  I enjoy fucking your mouth."  I don't know if my wife heard him or not.  She loves it when dirty talk comes into our adventures, and she was moaning and making little "yelps" that I guess Paul took as encouragement.  He picked up his pace, and began pushing as much of his cock into her mouth as he could.

I was lying there thinking about how awesome the scene was... double-fucking my wife while she was getting face-fucked by someone else.  One of her biggest fantasies has always been about being used against her will, and I knew she was loving this.  

I also thought of the video that we'd have, that we could replay, and I found myself wishing there was one more person there to operate the camera.

Frank was moving at a faster and jerkier pace, and I could tell he was close to cumming.  I pulled out of her, causing Frank to pop out as well.  I slid out from under her, pulling her by her legs so that her pussy was again positioned just at the edge of our bed.  Paul kept hold of her head, and was still fucking her mouth.  

Frank had re-inserted his hard cock into my wife's pussy.  I reached down, started rubbing her clit, and told Frank to keep fucking her... but that when was going to cum, he should pull out and spray his cum on her.

Almost immediately, Paul began moaning that he was going to cum.  I told him to cum on her face.  That sent Frank over the edge.  He pulled out and emptied himself all over her belly.  Seeing her like that, covered in cum, and her insistent hand jerking of my cock, brought me to the edge as well, and I came all over her tits and hand.

I got up immediately and retrieved the camera for some shots of her lying there, utterly used and covered in cum.  "Do you like your cum bath, my little lovely?" I asked her.  "Oh god yes," she replied.

I knew she was close to an orgasm, so I told Frank that he should get down on his knees and 'thank her" for letting him use her like that.  He obliged, dropping down to suck on her clit.  Still filming everything, I instructed her to look into the camera, to push Paul's cum into her mouth, and to rub the rest of Frank and my seed into her skin.  I told her to tell me how she was my hot wife, and how she wanted me to let other guys use her.

"I'm you're hot wife, baby.  I'm a slut, and I want you and your friends to use me," she replied.

I asked her, "What if I told you that I was going to let Paul fuck your ass with that huge thick cock of his?"  She replied, "If that's what you want, give it to me.  Frank can fuck me too, and I'll suck your cock."  She turned slightly red as she spoke (she has never been very confident when it comes to talking 'dirty').

The camera's little red light was blinking, telling me that it was almost out of battery.  So I closed it up, and went over to sit with my wife.  Frank was still eating her pussy, and Paul was reclining on the bed, looking spent.  

I knew she had to be close to an orgasm, so I got down close and whispered in her ear, "That's right my little slut, you will do what I tell you to.  Maybe tomorrow I'll have Paul and Frank come back with a few friends, and I'll let them gangbang you."

That did the trick.  Really dirty talk always sends her over the moon.  She began bucking her hips wildly.  She reached down and pressed Frank's head tighter against her crotch.  She was, in essence, riding his face and tongue.  She let go with one of the most powerful orgasms I'd seen her have.  Her body quivered and shook.

When she recovered, she excused herself, got up, and went to the bathroom.  Frank and Paul were silent.  It was growing a bit uncomfortable.  I don't think they knew what to say.  "Hey, let's go down and see if we can catch some more of the fights," I suggested.

Paul and Frank agreed, and we went downstairs and resumed watching the fights.  At one point, my wife came down and walked through the kitchen.  When I caught her eye, she motioned for me to come upstairs as soon as the fights were over.

When the fights ended, I asked Frank and Paul if they wanted to go back upstairs and have 'Round 2'.  They declined, saying they were spent, and quickly left.  I went upstairs and told my disappointed wife.  So she asked if we could watch the video.  

I plugged the camera in and connected it to the TV.  The first part of the tape, where Paul and Frank were sitting in chairs had turned out great.  We found, however, that when Frank put the camera down on the table he did so at an off angle, and as we fast forwarded through that section of the tape, only the occasional foot could be seen.  

As the video neared the end, we watched the portion where she was eating Paul's cum and talking dirty.  Then my wife climbed on top of me, slipped me inside of her, bent down and whispered to me, "If you wanted to do that again, I'd definitely be up for it."  She pulled back with a smile, and we slowly made love, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

After a few days, I was getting concerned that we might loose friends after having them involved in our adventures.  That's when I received an e-mail from Paul.  He wrote that he and Frank had really enjoyed the other night, and that he would sure like to get his girlfriend to do some of the things that my wife did.  He closed his e-mail by asking, "So when is the next Fight Night?"

My reply back to him was a single line, "Whenever you guys are ready.... and you should bring your girlfriend next time too."

