14 comments/ 184231 views/ 73 favorites B-ball Night By: MrMsScrewloose Mainly fiction. A little bit of this happened, but not nearly enough. But it would have been great fun. All women were on the pill back then. And, this being fiction, in this universe there are no STDs, so fictional people don't need to practice safe sex as real people do. Don't try this at home. * When we finally got a really large TV many years ago, we had several friends over to watch a playoff game. "Really large" back then is puny by today's standards, but we thought it was big at the time. Three guys showed up. Their wives were not interested, so it was just us b-ball fans. And my wife. She gets into the spirit of these gatherings, playing hostess. She wears an old basketball-style jersey. It was made for a very tall thin player, so on her it hangs down halfway to her knees. She wears it like a dress, really short, mini but not micro, showing lots of leg. Under it, I know because I saw her getting dressed, she has a light blue bra and bikini panties, small and fairly sheer but nothing special. She's being the perfect hostess, bringing us drinks (beer, soda) and snacks (nuts, chips, nachos). She brings out bottles and plates, and waggles her hips at us like a cocktail waitress trolling for tips. The guys treat her like our waitress, too, with compliments and suggestive comments, and they pat her on the butt when she bends over or as she leaves the area. Maybe a little more forward than you'd be in a bar, but nothing that wouldn't happen among old friends at the average backyard barbeque. It's probably because of the way she's dressed, in just this jersey. It's like wearing just a T-shirt, sexy. They all know that she has just a bra and panties on under it, from hugging her when they arrived and from their fondling of the waitress. During one of her trips into the kitchen, John gets up and goes to the kitchen to get another beer. I go to the head to make room for more beer and as I pass the kitchen on the way back I see John with Jannie. He is behind her pressing her against the counter, hugging her with his arms around her waist. He's nuzzling the side of her neck away from me. She tilts her head to the side to expose more of her neck, and she sees me standing in the doorway. She looks at me and I at her, she just closes her eyes and goes back to enjoying having her neck nibbled. John is still kissing her neck and shoulder and whispering in her ear, and he moves his hand up from her waist to cover her breast. Her eyes snap open and she looks over to see if I am still watching. She looks worried to me, but I can't tell if it's because of what he's doing or because I'm watching him do it. He senses her tension and he looks over, too, and meets my gaze. Am I pissed off? Am I going to rush over and break this up? No, I'm just interested to watch. He takes her and my lack of reaction as consent, I guess, and moves his other hand to her other breast. I watch him knead them and pinch the nipples. She closes her eyes again and leans back against him. I turn and walk back to the living room to join the other guys. A couple minutes later John comes out with his new beer. I go into the kitchen to help Jan. She looks at me coldly. "How could you. . .?" "How could I what?" "How could you let him feel me up like that?" "You didn't seem to object much to it. If you wanted to stop it, you're a big girl. You can take care of yourself. You always flirt with guys. Besides, it not as though this is new to us. To you." "That was years ago. And that was business, your business, your clients. John is an old friend. That's different. A little flirting and a kiss on the neck are one thing. But he put his hands on my boobs. More than friendly." "So, be very friendly. No harm done." And I pat her on the butt and go back out. Back out in the living room things seem to escalate a little, too. During one of her deliveries, John puts his hand on her butt and leaves it there, rubs it around, cups the cheek of her delicious buttock, not just a little pat. this is feeling her ass, not just patting it. She looks over at me, but she doesn't object, or even remove his hand. The other guys notice this, too, and they do the same. By the end of the first half, it's a feel-fest. Whenever she comes over to the sofa, as she leans over to put a bottle or tray on the table, one of the guys reaches out to fondle her. It starts out just a little at first, but when she doesn't object to it, they get bolder. Funny, she's always within reaching distance. And doesn't hurry to leave. From where I'm sitting, I can see into the hallway where no one else can. And there I see the next escalation. John is coming back from the bathroom and runs into Jan coming out of the kitchen. She has a bowl in one hand and a bottle in the other. He pushes her to the wall and presses against her. And then he kisses her. Deeply, open mouths, with real passion. And both his hands on her breasts kneading and squeezing. Then his right hand goes down to her hip, and then between their bodies, over her thigh and right onto her crotch. She can't move to defend herself with both hands full. She squirms a little, but this has the effect of letting him push farther between her legs to cup his hand over her mound. Still kissing. I can imagine, I can almost hear that she's moaning into his mouth as he feels her breast and pussy. Wow, this turns me on incredibly. Again, she's not defending herself much, not stopping him. I'm certainly not going to. This is exciting to watch. After maybe a minute, he backs away and lets her go. About ten minutes later, she's out again, and this time John playfully pulls her down to sit on his lap. She goes along with it, good sport that she is. He's holding her on his lap supporting her butt with his left hand. The guys think this is great fun. With his right hand he pulls her face toward his and kisses her. Deeply, open mouths, with real passion -- again. Cheers and clapping from Paul and Billy. Hoots. "Way to go, man!" "Heeeere's Johnny!" Then his right hand comes down from her cheek to her breast. Right on the boob. Cupping his hand around it, squeezing it, rubbing and pinching the nipple. Shocked silence. The guys are quieter for a few seconds, until they see that she's not fighting. They look away from the show for a moment to see what I'm doing. Well, I'm sitting there watching with lust. They start to encourage him again. "Whoa, buddy, get a load of that." "Bet that feels good!" "Dude, your wife is HOT!" She really is being very friendly, and I wonder where this is going. It's not over yet. He lowers his hand from her boob to her leg, her thigh. The jersey is covering only a few inches below her crotch, and he moves his hand up to the hem, then under it continuing up her thigh. The guys are quiet again. She squirms to get away, but this has the effect of making her legs fall open a little. Now we can all see the blue triangle of her panties covering her pussy mound. John's hand moves up to cover it and rub it. She moans now and we can all hear it. She puts her hands on his chest to push him away. The kitchen timer scares us all when it goes off for the nachos. Saved by the bell. She gets up and leaves. I go into the kitchen with her. "God, Tommy, this is really getting out of hand. That's not just 'friendly' or 'flirting.' He put his hand on my panties, and they all saw it. Why didn't you stop him? Now all the guys will want some." I walk over to her, hold her to me with my lips on her neck and my hands on her ass pulling her into my crotch so she can feel my erection. "Well, *I* sure want some. And I'm sure you're right. They all do. Can't you just open up a little and let them play with you?" "Play with me? Play with my boobs? And my goodies? Jesus, Tommy, these are our friends. I know these guys. And their wives and their kids." "This is just a game. I think you should play with them, and let them play with you. C'mon, open up. Let them feel your delicious body." She gives me a hard look, picks up the nachos, turns on her heel and walks back out to the living room. As she puts the plate down, the guys are all staring at her legs and ass, practically drooling. Billy runs a hand up the back of her leg to the hem of the jersey, which is just inches from her butt when she's leaning over like that. She looks over at me again, but doesn't swat the hand away. She marches back into the kitchen to get more beer for all of us. She delivers the first bottle to me, standing right by me. I reach the back of her leg and run my hand up it to the hem of the jersey. She responds by putting her hand on my shoulder, so I move my hand a little higher, up the back of her thigh, until I touch the leg band of her panties. She doesn't flinch. Well, it's only me, her husband of a dozen years. Playing with her ass, as usual. But in front of three other men. I decide not to go any further. Let her set the pace. The next beer goes to Billy. He accepts the bottle with one hand, and reaches out for her breast with the other. She smiles at him. She doesn't pull back as he kneads her breast for fifteen or twenty seconds. He stops, she leans over further to give him a peck on the lips, and moves on. Paul is a little less bold. He pulls her in for a deep kiss and touches her breast briefly toward the end of it. John wants more. He pulls her down for a deep kiss and runs his hand down her back, down to her leg. And up her bare leg under the jersey. It's clear to the rest of us that he has his hand on her ass, on her panties or maybe sliding inside them, as she bends toward him. She kisses him passionately, open mouth, moaning into his mouth as he plays with her butt. They break after half a minute and she comes back to me. She whispers to me as I'm feeling her leg, "Our friends are getting too friendly. They're going to want more of me. In a few more minutes, they're going to be touching me everywhere. You understand . . . everywhere?" "Yes, everywhere. I want to see that. I want them to feel you as I do. Let them feel you." "These clothes won't get in their way. They'll want to feel *all* of me. They'll just push inside my panties or rip them off me. Your wife will be exposed to them." "Mmmmm. What a good idea. I want them to see you and feel you." "You want me to let them feel me? You want your wife to become their toy? Your wife's body will be their sex toy, their plaything?" "Yes, I want my wife to be their toy. I want them to want you. I want them to touch you. I want you to let them feel you." She smiles and whimpers a little as I pull her to me and slide a hand up to her breast. "I want them to hold your beautiful, firm breasts. I want them to pinch your nipples and make you squirm with pleasure." She closes her eyes and leans into me. I reach down to her hip and onto her crotch over the jersey. "I want them feel your pussy, the delicious shape of your mound and your lips. I want you to open your legs for them and let them feel you. Let them into you. I want them to feel my beautiful wife, to know how sexy she is so they can all be jealous of us." "Oh, god, I'm already wet. When they touch my panties they'll notice it right away, and they'll think that I want it." She moves her hips a little as my hand goes higher up her thigh. "The first guy who gets into my pants will slide right in, I'm so wet." "Do you want them to slide right into your wet slit? Give them access so they can reach into you easily." "Oh, Tommy. You're turning me on. This is wrong, but I am excited. I want someone to play with me. I want to feel something inside me. If you don't take me upstairs right now...." "You are so hot. Go with it. Open up and accept whatever happens, whoever feels you. Let us feel you where you want and where we want. We all love you. Let us make you feel good." She squeezes her thighs on my fingers and shudders a little. A mini-orgasm? I whisper to her, "I want you to enjoy this. I want to watch you turn on, and get hot, and get wet, and be pleasured. I want to see you turn on with another man. Several other men. I want you to be used by these other men for their pleasure and yours. Can you do that for me?" She opens her eyes to look up at me. "You want them to *use* me?" Then after a moment, "Maybe. But no actual adultery. These are our friends. And their wives are our friends. Just fingers and ... but no screwing. I don't want to risk any friendships. Your friends can feel me. I'll let them feel me. Maybe you can fuck me, but no one else. Please, promise me." By this time, my hand is under her jersey and all over her ass and trying to get between her legs. "Okay. I agree. No adultery. No risks that we will lose friends." I pat her on the butt and send her on her way. Her next trip back with chips, she sits on Paul's lap. They kiss, seriously, and he feels her breast openly. Squeezes it hard. She responds. He moves his hand down to her thigh, strokes up her leg, under the jersey, until we can all see her blue panties. Soon his hand covers the panties. She opens her legs some to let him get his hand down between them and over her crotch. They break off. As she walks away, he smells his hand and rolls his eyes. We know what he means, that her smell, her delicious pussy juice, is on his hand. When she sits in Billy's lap, he does much the same. Kiss, feel, then down to her legs and up to her crotch. Not much basketball is being watched by this time. I guess it isn't a very close game, but we don't care anyway. The play in this room is with pussy, not with bouncing balls. He fondles her, plays with her, outside her pants, but they both love it. He pushes in, she moans and pushes up. She is probably getting much wetter. Every time a guy touches her legs and goes higher, she looks over at me. Am I going to object, stop this? She is not happy with being fondled so openly, but she allows it. Her eyes say, "Is this going too far? This guy is touching me intimately. You want this? You sure? Well, maybe okay." She moves over to John at the other end of the couch. While they are kissing, he lies back stretching her out along the length of the couch. Her legs and feet are at Billy's end, in his lap, too. He holds her ankles and strokes her calves. John is more aggressive, as expected. He slides her jersey up to her waist so that we can all see her panties. She looks over to me with a little panic in her eyes. I smile back. He fondles her pussy outside her panties. She gets into it, pushing her hips up into his touch. Then his hand strokes her bare belly then down under the waistband of her panties and over her mound. Oh, god, he's inside her pants! She let him inside her pants! He's going for her pussy! He's going to finger fuck her! He's going to get inside my wife! A guy is going to finger fuck my wife! While I watch! And these other men watch! They will all see him put his hand in her pussy and watch her love it and watch me not do anything about it! Holy shit, when she crosses this line there will be no turning back. Strange men in her pussy, other men with their fingers in her cunt. She looks at me with real panic. I want this to continue. I'm thinking, trying to send her a message telepathically, "Open your legs so he can slide between your lips and get into your hole. Your hot, drooling, wet cunt!" I want her to be so turned on that she can't control it. We can see his hand moving over her mound, her lips. She opens her legs wide and Billy helps her keep them spread by holding her knee up. There is a wet spot on the gusset of the panties where her lubricating juice has already leaked from her hole. I can see his knuckles move under the nylon, up and down and around. Suddenly she gasps and moans loudly and her hips jump up, she humps his hand. He's inside her, he's sliding a finger into her slippery snatch. My friend is finger fucking my wife, in front of me, and others are watching, too! She took him into her cunt! He's feeling her hot insides! And soon they will do the same to her. Holy crap! She welcomes his hand now. Her eyes are closed in her reverie of desire. I can see the strain in her face as she pushes up again and again and again to get more of that finger inside her, to get fucked by his hand. She moans and pushes her hips up. He curls his wrist and pushes his fingers in farther. They continue for a couple minutes. She is breathing deeply, and moaning. There are tears at the corner of her eye. I think she loves it and hates it at the same time. For me, she's openly letting another man use her sex, put his hand inside her sex, and feel it and fuck it. But for herself, she's excited, enjoying it, too. Her nipples stand out as hard bumps on her shirt. Finally, she stirs, gets up, goes back to the kitchen. I follow her to see if she is okay. She's leaning on the counter, having another drink, breathing hard between gulps. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "Geez, Tommy, I almost came. I will if we continue this." Another slug of her beer. "God, this is awful. But that was so exciting. I shouldn't be letting this go on. I want, uh, . . . I just want to." "You want to have fun with all of them? Let them all feel you?" She won't look me in the eye. "Yes," softly. "No problem, sweetie. Whatever you want to do. So long as you're enjoying it. I want to see this. I want to see you turn on with other men. I think it's incredibly hot. I want to see you turned on out of control, and hot and dripping and coming." "You really want to see other men handle me? Get inside me? Fuck me, with their hands. This is real sex, Tommy. You want me to let them have me like that? You want them to use your wife like that? " I enfolded her in my arms and nibbled on her ear. "Yes, yes. Open up for them. Let them into your pants. Spread your legs when they feel you. Let them get between then. Let them know they can feel your pussy. And inside your pussy. Into your hole. Into your cunt." She melts into my arms and sighs, "Yes, yes. Oh, god, I'm so turned on. I want to play. I want to feel something inside my body. My pussy is so turned on, it's red hot and wants to be filled, it is a cunt." I slide my hand between us to cup her pussy over the jersey. "Let them feel you. Let them finger you. You want their tongues, too? You want them to eat you? They will eat you out. We will all lick your slit and suck your clit until you scream." "Yes. Yessss. I'm so hot." I pull up the hem of the jersey so I can feel her crotch through her panties. The pants are humid, hot, wet. She is really getting into it. "Let them make a show of taking off your wet panties. Who do you want to do it? Who should take them off? You want me to do it, to expose you to them? You want John to take them off with his teeth?" She sighs, mmmmmm, at the idea. I suggest, "How about all three, one at each hip and one right in the middle, on your mound. Imagine his hot breath right on your wet pussy." She stirs some more. "No, you take them off me." She looks serious. "Are you sure that you want to do this? If you do, then you uncover my sex. You want them all to handle me? To feel your wife all over? To feel *inside* your wife? To get into me?" I nod. "Then show them that you want your wife to be open to them. Expose my pussy to your friends. Show them that you won't be jealous when they fuck me. You want them to fuck me with their fingers and their tongues, don't you? Tell me to open my legs and my cunt for them." "Yes, you know I want that. Open your legs and your cunt for them. I want you to do anything you're comfortable with. Whatever you enjoy." Privately, I'm thinking, "I want you to be so turned on that you go way beyond what you think you're comfortable with." "If you're uncomfortable, you say, 'Stop' and walk away, and everything stops. I'll see to that." Privately, I'm thinking, "Please don't stop. I don't want you to stop. Go ahead with anything, everything." You know the old joke about the woman who cries out, "Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop!" and the man hears "Don't stop! Don't stop!" B-ball Night "You can dance for them, give them lap dances. Keep the jersey on, but without the panties. So that they know your pussy is right there, available, you can flash it at them, they can feel it and poke it." I press my fingers into the warm wet fabric over her pussy. I feel the lips separate and push the fabric into her hole a little. Her hips jerk toward my palm. "Oh, that's good, I will, I will." "Dance your slinky dance. Close your eyes but keep your legs open so they know that they can see it and feel it. Pull the skirt up to your hips, so we can just see the lips and fur. Yes, keep your eyes closed. It will be more fun if you can't see who is touching you." "Turn the lights down a little." We go back to the living room with another round of drinks and munchies. I turn off some of the lights while she distributes the goodies. And gets felt up at every stop. Each guy in turn reaches up under her jersey to touch her legs and her panties. She doesn't remove their hands. She doesn't pull away. In fact, she wiggles her ass to signal her approval. I stand right in front of the television. "Okay, guys. We can all play around and have a little fun here this afternoon. BUT . . . big but . . . nothing that happens here will ever leave this room. You will never, ever tell anyone about it. You will never, ever say a word to your wives. Or drinking buddies. Or girlfriends. Or even your priests. No pillow talk, no confessions. Got it?" What could they do? Here's this gorgeous, sexy woman standing in front of them, her husband telling them that they can play with her sexually if they just promise to keep quiet about it. What do you think they say? Of course all nod and "Oh, yeah, of course not, I would never say a word." "Right. No problem. Not a peep." "Never. Not to anyone." She knows that I won't say anything to anyone we know, except that I will write it down and publish our little adventures anonymously to the world, like this. The other guys are convincing enough, apparently, because her attitude softens. She goes over to each guy in turn. "Do you swear to me that you will keep this private, secret between us? Never a word outside this room? Never a confession to your wife? Never loose talk in a bar?" "Yes, I swear." All of us agree. And she kisses each of us in turn. Not just a peck. A serious, body to body, arms around the neck, open lips and tongue kiss. And then she returns to her hostess role. During a commercial break on the tube, she comes over to me and asks me audibly to help her get more comfortable so she can dance for them. This gets everyone's attention. I stand up behind her, put my hands on her hips, and start to gather the jersey up in my fingers while I nibble on her neck. When I feel her skin instead of more fabric, I know that the skirt is almost to her waist, and her little blue panties must be completely visible to the guys sitting down and watching us intently. I'm sure they can see the shadow of her small bush through the sheer nylon, and the fabric still pushed up between her labia makes her slit clear, that delicious slippery female gap that all males want to crawl into. I let go of the jersey and hook the waistband of the panties so that my hands are covered, and I slowly lower her panties down her thighs. Subtle. The jersey falls down to cover her so that the core of her femininity is being uncovered but yet not revealed. When the panties reach her knees they fall to the floor. She steps out of them and kicks them to the guys on the sofa who whoop and holler with delight and pass them around so each guy can take a sniff of her sex scent on the inside of the gusset. That's it. Her goodies are unprotected. She puts on some music to dance to and starts to move around. No one is watching the game anymore. The sound is down to a murmur. She slinks over to John. The way her hips move, the hem of the jersey sways loosely, invitingly, only four or five inches below her now-naked slit. When she raises her arms, the hem comes up, way up, giving them a glimpse of her swollen lips and fur. She waggles her ass in his face and lowers it toward his leg. She puts his knees together and straddles them to lower her butt onto his lap. There is a large lump in his pants, and she rubs her butt -- and her uncovered pussy -- over the hard ridge underneath his zipper. He tries to reach under to feel her naked sex, but she moves around and up and away. She looks back and smiles at him. She'll be back later. The others get a taste of the same treatment. Her naked pussy under the jersey covering sits down on, bounces on, rubs over their erections. But they can't get into her, and no one dares to unzip because they might scare her off. I'm still standing by the stereo, mesmerized by her performance, and just as hard as the other men. She dances back over to me, presses her back to my front, rubs her butt over the lump in my pants while smiling at the guys. I put my arms around her and grasp both her breasts. They feel wonderful, shaped and supported by her thin bra, soft, firm and familiar. I cup them, knead them, rub her nipples. She leans back against me, lowers her head on my shoulder, closes her eyes, moans a little. I slide a hand down the jersey, down her chest and waist and belly, down to her mound, and cup it. She groans audibly, squeezes my fingers with her thighs, and pushes her hips forward into my hand. I leave it there and push the fabric into her slit for a minute. I say to her, loudly enough that the others can hear, "Spread your legs, honey. I want to get into you. *We* want to get into you. Your hot, wet hole is ready, isn't it?" "Ohhh, yesssss. Yes it is," she hisses back to me. I reach down, raise the hem of the jersey, and cup her pussy. My palm covers her mound and little patch of fur. My fingers curl under to feel her slit, separate the already wet lips. I rub around her clit for a minute, then slide my finger farther down and then up, up into her hole. It goes in easily. She moans and pushes her hips forward into my hand. And toward the guys. Her audience are all sitting way forward, practically drooling to see her puffy pink slit being penetrated. "Enough of that," she says. And dances around a little. John comes over to her. He cups both breasts with his hands, kneads them, feels her nipples. His hands slide down her sides to her hips. Then one goes to the back and one to the front. She opens her legs slowly, an invitation, to let him know he is welcome between them. Her feet are wide apart. He cups her mound much as I did, and puts two fingers into her. She moans loudly, pumps down on onto his hand, fucks his hand while he moves in and out of her and thumbs her clit. The other guys are watching this with their mouths gaping open. She looks at me the entire time, a little defiant, not smiling, then her expression languid with the pleasure of being poked. He kneels in front of her, lifts his beer bottle up, up under the hem of the jersey. Her eyes open wide in shock at the cold touch of the neck. Then she smiles, pushes down a little, swoons as the cold glass cock penetrates her warmth. He holds the bottle up into her. She slides her cunt down onto the neck of the bottle, fucks herself with it, down up, down up. The audience cheers, softly, encouraging them. He gets down on both knees, puts his head under her jersey and begins to eat her out. She is hotter than a pistol. She comes quickly, jumps and screams when she comes. I come over to hold her up, pull her back against me. She reaches back to grab my erection, I sit down, pull her down onto my leg. She grabs me. Unzip. Another barrier passed. Jeezuz, this is going really far! She is actively grabbing a cock for all to see, not just being fondled passively. She holds my cock up, gets up a little, aims, and lowers her pussy down onto me. We both moan. I can't believe it. We are fucking in sort of public! I hold her hips to move her up and down and round and round. She calls out, "Oh god, come in me, Tommy. Fuck me, fuck me!" And I come. Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt. Wonderful! She gets up off me, turns around and leans over toward me. We can all see cum leaking down her legs. She whispers to me, "Oh, Tommy, Tommy, I want to fuck all of you. You know, right now they're all looking at my ass and my pussy. My cunt is wide open and is dripping your cum down my leg. They can see that my cunt has been used. And that means that it's there to *be* used. And I want them to use me." "I thought we said no fucking. I thought *you* said no fucking." "I know, I know, but I'm so turned on. I want all of you to stick your fingers and tongues and cocks inside me and fuck me silly." "Um, okay. Remember, you can stop anytime." "You already had your turn. Is it okay if I let them? Are you okay with my being a little slut this afternoon? Three guys is a gangbang. Plus you. Four. It's awful and slutty but I want it. You know I love you only, but I am so fucking horny right now, I'd fuck anything that moves." My dick is rock hard again just listening to her. "Yes I'm okay. I'm incredibly turned on, by you and by the idea. Hey, you already fucked me and Budweiser. Spread your legs wide open, go fuck anything you want. Take anything you want into that gorgeous pussy. Suck them all dry. Just come back to me when you're done." Now that I gave my permission, she's uncertain. She bites her lip. "Are you sure, baby? You really want to do this? You want me to let their cocks into me? If we cross that line, there's no going back. I will have fucked your friends, *our* friends. Three of them. In front of you. Your loving wife will spread her legs for three horny men while her husband watches. For god and everyone to see, they'll put their dicks inside me and fuck me good. Real adultery." Pause. She leans her head into my chest. "I don't like it, but, god, I want it. What a slut I am!" "Yes, but you're my sweet slut. I love you. This is so hot. Do you want to do this? I do." "Are you sure you want this? This won't change things between us?" "Yes, I'm sure, honey. Go ahead." I don't know if the guys heard us, but her movements are clear. She sashays over to John first, kneels on the couch with her legs wide open straddling his legs. She kisses him, whispers in his ear. He reaches down and undoes his belt and zipper. She puts her hand into his shorts and pulls his cock out. He is hard and straight up. She turns her head to look right at me as she raises a little and then lowers herself slowly onto it, gasping and pumping down, down. Her jersey covers the sight but we all know from both their reactions that his cock is sunk deep into her slick pussy. They both pump up and down, close their eyes and enjoy the sensations of fucking. She cries out, whimpering, "Fuck, fuck! C'mon! Come, come! Come for me! Come in me!" Then they go faster. He pushes up hard a few times, squirting into her. She moans in time with his pulses and takes it, throws her arms around his neck and holds on tight while he fills her pussy with his cum. They relax a couple minutes until their breathing returns to normal. She gets up off his lap. More cum runs down her legs. Her thighs are now all shiny with the white goo. Paul is next, has her lie in the middle of the floor. He grabs her knees and spreads them as wide as her hips can go, pulls her ankles up to his shoulders. Her lips are swollen, puffy, shiny, red. We can all see two loads of sperm flowing out of her. She smiles when she sees his cock, which is much larger than average, and curved upward. Oh, she's going to enjoy that! She holds his cock and looks over at me while she pulls the head into her juicy opening. She wants to be sure I see her taking another cock, actively pulling another cock into her pussy. He has no trouble pushing in. Her sex tube is wide open and slippery from being pierced and flooded twice already. She moans loudly as he pushes in all the way. Farther than I ever did. As far as her biggest toys. She kisses him and holds him tightly while he pumps his cock into her for several minutes. While he's still fucking her, Billy can't wait. He takes off his pants and, with his cock in his hand, kneels by her head. She gets the idea, grabs it and pulls it to her mouth. He is in heaven. She is in heaven, too, already fucked twice and with two new hard cocks in her. Billy comes quickly. Her mouth is more active and less slippery than her fuck tube. He collapses on the floor. Paul is still pumping hard into her. He pulls way out, then pushes back in hard. I see her pussy lips gripping his cock, being pulled out and pushed back in. With each stroke, he bottoms out, and she cries out, "Fuck ... me ... fuck ... me ... fuck ... me!" His banana prick is raking her G spot. She screams hard, repeatedly, when her orgasm strikes. Seeing Billy's cum drooling from her mouth, Paul won't kiss her, but he finishes from the erotic sight. He slumps on top of her. She locks her ankles around his back to hold him in her, and they relax for a minute or two. Paul gets up to put his pants back on. She is lying there, now with three loads of cum flowing out of her sex, down her crack and butt, and onto the rug. She licks her lips to clean up the cum from her mouth. I give her a hand to get up and she walks off to the bathroom to clean up. Semen is running down her legs, some drops onto the carpet. We all watch her shiny wet thighs and mound and ass as she leaves, knowing that we put all that mess there. When she gets back, we have all dressed and straightened up the bottles and plates. She's cleaned up, too. The game is over. Remember the game? Who won? Don't know and don't care. She says that they all have to kiss her goodnight before they can leave. What she means is they have to kiss her pussy, gently but firmly, to make it all better. She makes them all swear again that they will never breathe a word of what happened here tonight, not to wives, friends, priests, or even each other. (They might be overheard.) All agree. She lies down on the couch, pulls up the jersey, and one by one they kneel between her knees and kiss her pussy. She instructs each of them. She holds the outer lips apart for them so they can get to the clit and inner lips and suck on the super-sensitive clit and put their tongues into her hole. I go last. I put two fingers into her, her insides are still juicy and slippery, and suck gently on her clit. I can still taste some of the cum that we all deposited in her. And by the time I get there, she is so turned on again that she comes loudly. We call it a night. They all leave. Of course, they all kiss her at the door, hugging her tight, and all reaching under the jersey to get a last feel, put their fingers into her slick sex one last time. It is months later now, and there have been no repercussions. No hints that the secret of that night leaked to any spouses or neighbors or friends. Lucky, lucky. In bed sometimes, we relive that night, telling each other about it. We start by playing with each other, my thumb on her clit, her fingernails on my balls. Somewhere in the process we stick it in and stroke slowly in and out. She: "You talked me, your wife, into letting three strange men feel me up. I always flirted with guys, but this was different. They put their hands all over me, and you didn't stop them. They made me hot. And that wasn't enough. Then you had me let them feel up my crotch. My sex. Which I should share only with you, my husband. You took my panties off, my only line of defense, exposing my sex to more men. Then you told me to spread my legs, to let them feel my intimate places, to let them feel my pussy and slide between my lips, to get right into my vagina. You made your wife spread her legs for strangers and let them use her body. You wanted them to be deep in my hole, and I let them inside me! You pervert!" He: "Yes, I wanted my wife to be used by those men. I've always wanted to see her being fondled and manhandled by other men, to see her turn on to their kisses and touches. To see her accede to their prurient wishes, to become their sexual toy, to be used for their pleasure and to get her pleasure from it. So I didn't stop them. And you didn't reject their advances, honey. You let them kiss you, and feel up your breasts. At first in private and then in the whole group. You let them feel your legs, and your ass, and then your panties. And inside your panties, a man put his fingers inside you while others watched drooling over your body. And you liked it! You pushed your hips up into his hand to get his fingers farther inside you." She: "Oh, that was wild. I was surprised that he went that far. I didn't want to let him into my pants, but I saw the lust on your face and I knew you wanted me to let him do it. It felt wonderful. But I saw all of you looking at me with his fingers in my sex and another guy holding my legs apart, and I cried I was so ashamed. I almost came then. I was shamed and turned on, both." He: "We talked about this in the kitchen. You told me you wanted to have them. You were crying but hot, embarrassed and aroused. And your pussy was dripping!" She: "I wanted to and I didn't want to. I was so hot I couldn't think straight. If we could just have gone upstairs for a quickie.... You insisted that it was safe, that I should go ahead and let them have whatever they wanted from me. You told me to spread for them and let them in." He: "Yes, I wanted that, and so did you. Then you let me remove your panties. Some last line of defense, ha! You *asked* me to remove them, to expose you to the other men to show my willingness to have them handle my wife any way they wanted. And you had me tell you to spread your legs for them, in front of them so that they could hear me tell you. Oh, you slut. You came the first time one of them touched you with his tongue. You opened your legs wide for him and let him eat your box while they watched." She: "Yes, I let him eat my pussy right there in front of them all. You wanted me to let him do whatever, any perverted thing, including fucking me with Mr. Budweiser. I was so ashamed at that, ashamed because I liked the feeling and I participated actively, pumping it in and out of my cunt. You told me to open up to them, and I did." He: "And whose idea was it to actually fuck me in front of an audience? You pulled my cock out and sat on it with everyone watching, boom, just like that. You took the sex play to another level. A hard-on has no Stop button, you know that. And when you were done, you mooned them all, showing them your leaking pussy, your puffy red slit with cum leaking out of it. And you asked me to let them gangbang you. I just told you to spread your legs and play, you wanted to fuck everyone. My wife wanted to fuck three strangers while her husband looked on. I watched her sit down on one cock, and pull another giant one into her fuck hole, and suck a third one. My wife took all their cum inside her while I watched her enjoying it, sucking it all in." She: "Yesss, I knew that when they saw my pussy open and leaking cum they would all want to do that. They would know that that's what pussy is for, to take cum from men. So I showed it to them. And I asked you if you wanted them to gangbang me, if you wanted all of them to fuck me, all right there in front of you. I knew the answer. You wanted to watch your wife get felt up and fucked and it didn't matter that it was in your home, on your living room floor, with your friends. It was just wife and strange dicks and orgasms. I could feel the cum sliding down my thigh, oh, god, how erotic that was. I was so horny I would have fucked a dozen. It was all your fault. You insisted that I open up for them and let them feel me, and play with me, and get inside me, and make me crazy hot." B-ball Night He: "Yes, yes, tits are there to be felt. Your crotch is there to be fondled. Your pussy is there to take cum from cocks. Your fuck hole is there to be penetrated, filled to overflowing. Your clit is there to be twirled and kissed. Your lips are there to be kissed, all of them. I want my wife to feel all that. I want to *see* her feel all that. I want to see her feel all that with a new man, first time. New feelings, new lips, new tongue, new fingers, new organs, new balls full of juice for you, new excitement, new orgasms." She: "You are such a perv. And I am such a slut for you. Come in me now!" Both: "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! .... Oh! ..... Oh ...... Aah ...... Aah ...... Aaaah." [end]