My New Wife Loves Lots of Cock, and I See That She Gets It

Shelly and I had been married just a few months when the following happened.  I already knew my sexy wife loved cock (she had told me about her antics during her college years, before we were married).


I had been planning to attend the local college's first football game of the season that Saturday, along with three of my co-workers: Andy, Mark, and Ted.  I had also invited Bart, our neighbor from across the street, to go along.  Bart was in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight but with a good personality.  I decided to take Shelly, my wife, along, which was probably what she had hoped for when she suggested the game.

I told Shelly to wear a tight yellow blouse to set off her brown hair, a black pleated miniskirt, black bikini panties, and black high heels.  She smiled at me and said, "OK baby."  I tied the tails of her blouse in a knot and unbuttoned it halfway down.  I could tell my wife was in a high state of excitement as we drove around picking up the other guys.

Driving down the Interstate, heading for the stadium, I put my free arm around Shelly, and played with her tits.  Bart, who was sitting on the other side of her in the front seat, noticed, but kept his eyes focused forward as we all talked about football and other topics.  A little later I unbuttoned my wife's yellow blouse all the way down, and slipped my hands inside to fondle her breasts and pointy nipples.  

My spouse laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, but though she compressed her lips, trying to hide it, I saw a tiny smile turning up the corners of her mouth.  Her nipples were as hard as nails, and I could see the pulse beating in her neck.  Shelly's feet were resting on the center hump in the car's floor, which raised her knees and made her tiny skirt ride well up on her thighs.  

I knew Bart had a breathtaking view of the expanse of my wife's legs, probably all the way up to her bikini panties.  He tried to hide the fact that he was checking her out every few seconds.

A short time later I whispered softly into my wife's ear, "Take off your panties."  I heard her catch her breath, and for a minute I wondered if she would really do it.  Thirty seconds later, however, her eyes still closed and her face still hidden in my shoulder, she raised her hips, reached under her skirt to grasp the panties, and then slid them off, handing them to me.  I tossed them onto the dash, sure that the guys in the back seat could see me doing it, and then opened the blouse to bare her breasts, fondling them in full view of everybody.  

My cock was like a bar of iron, and Shelly was breathing heavily through her open mouth.  The other guys were still trying to make conversation, but their hearts weren't in it, and Bart was by then openly looking at Shelly's fine, snowy breasts, and what I was doing to them.

A few minutes later I said, "Lean up, Bart, and scoot forward a bit." 

With a puzzled expression on his face, Bart moved forward on the seat, and I told Shelly to put her foot behind him.  My wife made a small squeaking noise, but after a few seconds she raised her leg and slid her high-heeled right foot behind Bart's back.  Bart couldn't keep himself from looking at Shelly's crotch, which was then fully open to his view.  When he didn't make a move for the next mile or so, I said, "Go ahead and touch her, Bart.  She loves it."

Bart couldn't believe it.  He swallowed hard and said, "Are--are you--sure?"

I nodded, smiling at him.  "You bet.  We do this a lot."  Shelly said nothing, her head still on my shoulder, the trace of a smile still playing at the corners of her tightly closed mouth.  

Bart's right hand moved down between my wife's splayed thighs.  She jerked slightly, and made a small noise as our neighbor's fingers touched and fondled her furry snatch.

"Oh, man, she's really juicy," Bart said.  He was panting a little.

"Yep.  She drips when she's really turned-on," I told him.  "Go ahead and finger-fuck her.  She likes three fingers best, and even four after she gets stretched out."

By then the guys in the back were leaning forward, their heads craning over the front seat.  Shelly moaned low and long as Bart's fingers slid into her.  The heavy, sweet aroma of pussy juice was eagerly inhaled by all of us as Bart began to stroke my wife's cunt.  Her hips began hunching up and down in rhythm with his moving fingers.  Simultaneously, she was rubbing my crotch with her left hand.  

Mark reached over and took hold of her right hand and began to kiss it, laying her arm along the top of the seat.  With that, Shelly seemed to abandon herself to her emotions.  She shifted her body so that she was lying flat on her back on the seat, with her head in my lap, and pulled her skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs as widely as possible as she offered herself up.  Mark was sucking her fingers, and I heard Ted say, "Ohhh, baby, you are so beautiful!"

Suddenly, with a long, loud cry, my wife climaxed, her pussy clenching powerfully on Bart's three stroking fingers, her firm butt arching off the seat, and her whole body thrashing and quivering as the juice flowed heavily from her succulent twat.  Her eyes were still closed, but she was no longer trying to hide the smile of pleasure on her face.

"Shall I stop?" Bart asked, looking at me inquiringly.

I shook my head.  "No.  Do her some more.  She can come again."

"I think she's ready for four fingers," he said softly, his eyes on Shelly's dilated, dripping pussy.

I nodded.  "Go for it."

In another minute, my brown haired spouse was once more hunching vigorously as our older neighbor finger-fucked her willing pussy.  Liquid sloshing noises came from her flowing honey pot, and she was mewling continually with excitement and pleasure.

"Damn!" Andy breathed behind me, his face almost touching my shoulder.  "Four fingers clear to the knuckles!"  It was hard to keep my eyes on the road as I kept stealing glimpses at Bart's fingers plunging in and out of my wife's cunt.  Meanwhile Mark continued to suck on her right hand, all four of her fingers buried in his mouth, just as Bart's were in her snatch.

For several more minutes we all watched my wife fucking those fast-moving fingers, until she had a second orgasm, almost as strong as the first.  When she quieted, Bart said, "One more?" and Shelly nodded, perspiration shiny on her face.  Bart's arm and hand once more took up the motion, his strokes hard and deep.  Shelly wriggled and grunted softly as he stretched her even wider, her inner thighs sticky with her sweet flowing juices.

"Wow!" Andy gasped.  "Can I ride in the front going back?"

I laughed softly, though my cock ached with need.  "Shelly's going be riding in the back then," I told him.  "You guys can take turns."  Shelly moaned loud and long when she heard that, and a tremor passed through her splayed out, nearly nude body.  A moment later the tremor grew into a third orgasm.

"I think she's had it for now," I told Bart, and he withdrew his fingers, licking them eagerly, as Shelly smiled appreciatively at him.  After a moment she sat up and rearranged her skirt, but she left her blouse unbuttoned, just tying it loosely under her breasts.

She attracted a lot of attention at the game, and I could tell she loved it.  Before we headed back, the guys drew straws to see who would sit in the back seat.  Andy and Mark won, but I assured Bart and Ted that they would have their turns too.  They got into the front with me, while Shelly climbed into the back with the two winners.

We were hardly back on the road before Shelly had a stiff cock in each hand and both guys' fingers in her cunt.  One of them French-kissed her panting mouth while the other suckled and kissed her boobs.  Then they traded off.  Their pricks were both about six inches long, Mark's slightly thicker than Andy's.

"How far can we go?" Mark asked hoarsely.

"As far as you want," I told him, feeling seminal fluid seeping into my shorts.  

In a flash Mark had motioned Andy onto the floor of the back seat, laid Shelly down, and slid between her thighs.  I had to breathe through my mouth as I saw Shelly's left calf resting on the top of the front seat, and her right on the back.  Seconds later her low moan of pleasure told me a cock had penetrated her other than mine.  I watched her left calf jerking slightly with each thrust of Mark's penis, and finally she wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly urging him deeper.  Mark didn't last long.  It couldn't have been two minutes before he gave a guttural yell and emptied himself into my pretty brown haired mate.

He lay gasping atop her until Andy urged him off, and they switched places in the cramped space.  Andy kissed Shelly passionately as she guided his stiff staff to her pussy.  Quickly they were fucking with an almost animal-like need and abandon.  Shelly's calves clamped the backs of Andy's muscular thighs as he rutted atop her.  I longed to see his rigid rod plunging in and out of her beautiful twat.  

My wife's bare legs were in constant motion... resting on the seat top... wrapped around her young sex mate... jerking in the air above his back as she fucked him avidly.  Though he lasted only a minute longer than Mark had, Andy's climax was matched by Shelly's.  She moaned softly as his semen spewed into her wildly spamming pussy.

Soon after that we came to a rest area.  I pulled in and told the guys in the back to change places with Bart and Ted.  I asked Andy to drive, so that I could get a better view, and perhaps even join in.  

Then we were back on the Interstate, Shelly alternately Frenched Ted and Bart as she fondled their dicks.  Ted had an eight-inch, un-circumcised ebony beauty.  But it was Bart's that caught my attention.  Though only about six inches long, it was as thick as Shelly's wrist, and topped with a huge head.  It was that one Shelly wanted first.

Ted slid onto the floor as she guided Bart's thick dong between her thighs.  A low wail of pleasure came from her lips as he penetrated her.  I took her hand and held it while Bart fucked her, feeling it clench on mine with every plunge of his massive dick as it plumbed her depths.  Shelly brought her knees up to her shoulders to get him as deep as possible.  

Bart screwed her with controlled, easy strokes, obviously trying to last as long as possible.  When she wasn't French kissing him, Shelly's eyes occasionally found mine, her slight smile telling me that she knew her play was almost as exciting for me as it was for her.

"Is she a good fuck, Bart?" I said watching Shelly's erotically flushed face.

"The best!" he gasped, his wrist-thick member sliding in and out of her, dripping semen and pussy juice with each withdrawal.

"Well, this is your first time with her, but it doesn't have to be your last," I told him.  Hearing that, Shelly came, mewling and kicking as her orgasm washed over her nude body.  

Bart paused only momentarily before resuming his rhythmical probing.  Shelly wrapped her wet, flawless legs around him again, moaning.  I reached down to touch her pussy where his massive staff was plunging in and out.

"Which is better, thicker or longer?" I asked her.

"Thicker," she breathed instantly, as she French-kissed our neighbor some more.

I stroked the back of her left thigh as Bart fucked her, her warm wet skin as smooth as glass.  A puddle of come was staining the seat beneath her ass.  

When their kiss broke I said to her, "You're about to get some black cock.  Does that excite you?"

"Yes," she said almost inaudibly, her eyes finding mine.  I slid my middle finger into her anus, the come making the entry slick and easy.

"Black sperm in your belly," I said, and my wife climaxed yet again.  That one was so powerful it made her scream and kick so hard that one of her shoes went flying off, bouncing off the roof of the car and landing in the front seat.  She lay panting and sweating after it subsided, while Bart's thick prick kept its steady pace in and out of her.  

Finally, she looked into his face.  "What can I do to make it better?" Shelly asked him.

"You're already great," he assured her.  "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you."

"Well," Shelly said, "I think you ought to come over once a week, for a sample.  Don't you, honey?"  She smiled at me.  I said nothing, surprised at this turn of events.  

"My husband obviously likes to watch me get it," she went on.  "So we'll try to keep him happy."

Bart gasped at that, and finally emptied his balls into her overflowing snatch.  Crazed with desire myself by then, I asked Bart to trade places with me.  I heaved myself over the back of the seat as he climbed into the front.  By the time I had struggled out of my clothes and seated myself on the floor, Ted had already buried his eight-inch tool in Shelly's loose, sloppy cunt, which was then only inches from my face.  

I watched with awe and appreciation as his large black penis skewered her white slit, disappearing all the way inside her and sliding back out, shiny with her juices.  Her white legs hugged Ted's black body worshipfully, her excited, eager face reflecting her arousal.  Again I probed her anus with my finger, sinking it to the hilt.

"So how do you like his black cock?" I asked, looking into her half-glazed eyes.

"I love black cock!" she responded breathlessly, smiling at me.  "Do you like watching it go in and out of me?"

"I love it," I admitted.  I could see that she was on the brink again, so I wiggled my finger in her ass.  Shelly went off, humping Ted wildly as her body shuddered and writhed.  

Ted lowered his face to her tits, his lips and mustache roving over her stiff, wet nipples, kissing and nibbling as Shelly wiggled beneath him, tearing off another climax almost on the heels of the last one.  Then she lay gasping as Ted pounded his way to release, crying out as he spurted strong jets of semen into her still steaming pussy.

I couldn't wait any longer.  I eagerly changed places with Ted, sliding between my wife's wet, sticky thighs.  My rigid rod slid effortlessly into her hugely dilated, sloppy snatch, and I felt very little friction as I began to fuck her.  Ted stroked her left breast as I rutted on top of her, looking deeply into her eyes.

"So how did you like your gang bang?" I panted.

"I loved it! It's every girl's fantasy."

"Why don't you suck the come off Ted's cock?" I said.  

Shelly turned her face toward Ted, who rose to his knees, bringing his cock to her lips.  Then she was kissing and sucking his come-covered prick, licking it lovingly as she cleansed it of their juices, sucking on the foreskin and kissing the tip, smiling up at Ted as she did it.  The sight almost made me come.  

Even though Shelly's cunt was so loose and slimy that I felt as though I were fucking a warm glass of Jell-0, the knowledge that my aching prick was submersed in a sea of cum from four other guys set me afire.  I slid my cock out of her gaping gash and levered it into her rear end.

Groans of pleasure came from her lips as my dick inched its way past her sphincter.  "She loves it up the ass," I told Ted, and the others.

"This girl is perfect!" Mark enthused.

"She is," I agreed, slowly working my prick up Shelly's protuberant backside.  "She likes the taste of come, too." 

Shelly pulled her knees up to her chest, levering her butt upward to give me better access, and I buried my eight-inch penis in her, fucking her marvelous ass with abandon as the four guys looked on in awe.

"Finger her clit," I said to Ted, humping hard as my climax neared.  He did so, and Shelly and I went off together, after which I fell against her, her arms and legs wrapping me lovingly.

"This has been quite a game," she murmured, kissing my ear as my prick slipped from her flooded opening.  "I'm not sure you can ever top this."

I smiled down at her.  "Don't underestimate me, my love," I told her.  "We've only just touched the surface.

During the following months each of the guys came over and helped me fuck the daylights out of my Shelly.  We also held follow-up gang bangs for her.  Clearly, she loves sex.  She always gives me hot passionate sex between their visits, as her way of thanking me.
