24 comments/ 119353 views/ 30 favorites She Insisted It Would Be Easy By: ExoMani This story was inspired by an e-mail on an adult website. * "And then, I heard, she took on three more guys, one right after the other," Ron reported to his fellow poker players. "Sounds like a hell of a party! Of course, nothing like that ever happened at any of the bachelor parties I've attended, babe," Lee grinned, turning to accept a fresh beer from his wife, Carole. "Hell of a party is right!" Frank agreed. "How could she handle so many guys, one right after the other, like that?!" "She was a pro, Frank. She got paid to take them all on," Ron reminded him. "That stripper may have done it for the money, but a woman can easily handle several men at a time. On the other hand, a man can't handle several women at a time," Carole kibitzed, as she wiped off her newly emptied serving tray. "Could you handle several men, one right after the other, Carole?" Jack challenged. At thirty, he was the oldest and most outspoken male in the group. He loved baiting Lee's equally outspoken wife and couldn't pass up an opportunity like the one she had just presented. "And Carole, the Queen Bee, gets to be the center of attention, once again!" Paul thought to himself in amusement, as he shielded his cards and looked up at her. "But, at least, this time it should be interesting." Carole was far from being the shy, retiring type, so the guys weren't particularly careful about their subject matter, when it was Lee's turn to host their weekly poker night. And, anyway, Lee's wife enjoyed hostessing their games. "Sure I could, if I wanted to," Carole replied evenly, looking Jack straight in the eye. "And she takes the bait," Frank chuckled under his breath. "Hook, line, and sinker," Paul mentally agreed with him. "Right! But let me guess, Carole, you wouldn't want to!" Jack taunted. "And that's just another way of saying you couldn't bring yourself to do it." "It would be easy, Jack," Carole contended. "Any sexually experienced woman could do it, if she wanted to. It wouldn't be a big deal." "Right!" Jack scoffed. "It wouldn't be that big of a deal, for a sexually experienced woman," Carole insisted, tossing back her shoulder-length mane of perfectly coiffured hair. "It really wouldn't." "No, of course, it wouldn't," Jack deadpanned. "Right," Frank doubtfully chimed in. "Why do you guys think it would be such a big deal?" Carole asked indignantly. "It would be very easy for a sexually experienced woman, if she wanted to do it. After all, the guys do all the work." By then, Carole had everyone's undivided attention, including her husband's. "Lee's eyes are as big as saucers!" Paul observed. "It looks like he's getting really turned on by all this sex talk." "So, any woman could do it, even if she weren't a pro?" Ron asked skeptically. "Any sexually experienced woman could do it," Carole corrected. "And you're a sexually experienced woman, are you?" Jack teased. Placing an affectionate hand on her husband's shoulder, Carole cooed, "What do you think, hon? Do you think I'm a sexually experienced woman?" "Oh, she's sexually experienced, all right!" Lee readily concurred. "I've seen to it personally!" Carole smugly raised her head and looked around the table, while the rest of the guys hooted and hollered. "I believe it! They do it just about every night, according to Lee," Paul remembered. "He's one lucky guy!" In her mid-twenties, with a pretty face, medium-blonde hair, and a curvy figure, all the guys thought Carole was a hottie. Her derrière may have belonged on a black girl, according to Jack, but Lee insisted it was her third best feature, after her face and perky rack. None of the guys disagreed. When everyone quieted down, Jack locked eyes with Carole and continued, "What I meant was: Are YOU sexually experienced enough to take on four guys, one right after the other, just like the girl at that party?" "Yes, Jack, I'm sexually experienced enough," Carole replied confidently. "It would be easy." "But, like I said, you wouldn't want to," Jack asserted. "That doesn't mean I couldn't do it," Carole objected. "Coulda, woulda, shoulda," Jack chanted. "It's not like we all haven't heard talk like that before, Carole. You're all talk. And, like they say, talk is cheap." Looking around the table, Jack pleaded, "Come on, guys, please, let's play cards." "Like I said, Jack, it would be very easy, whether you believe me, or not," Carole still disputed. "She's not going to let it go, Jack," Ron sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought I could tell that story here without anyone making a big deal about it." The guys chuckled and Carole protested, "I'm not making a big deal out of you telling your story, Ron. You know that. What I'm saying is that what the stripper did at that party wasn't such a big deal." "No, she's not going to let it go," Paul realized. "And Lee is hanging on her every word. My gawd, his eyes are glazed over!" "Okay, Carole, we get it. We really do. What the stripper did at that party wasn't a big deal," Jack sighed. Rearranging his cards, he ended, "Now, can we, please, get back to our game?" "Yes, Jack, I think I've made my point," Carole huffed. "Go back to your card game." As she helped herself to a potato chip, Jack smiled. "Please, Jack! Please don't tease her about her diet!" Paul silently prayed. "We'll never get back to the game if you get her started on that!" It was a running joke that Carole was perpetually going on a diet, tomorrow, to lose a couple of extra pounds she claimed she carried around her waist. Jack looked knowingly at the guys, winked, but remained silent. "Thank gawd that's finally over with!" Paul breathed a sigh of relieve. As she turned to go, however, Frank piped up, "Every guy that's heard about that bachelor party thought it was a big deal. But, hey, if Carole says it wasn't ... well ..." The eruption of laughter stopped Carole dead in her tracks. Pivoting on her heel, she marched straight back into the living room. "That did it!" Paul groaned. "But it's her own fault. She's the one who always has to have the last word on everything. Why, for gawd sakes, won't she just walk away from this silly argument?!" Being the youngest of the guys, at twenty-three, Paul was also the quietest. He had remained silent throughout Ron's storytelling and the banter that followed. Still, even he could no longer resist stoking the fire, just a little, by teasing, "It's okay, Carole. We believe you. All of us. We really do." Carole put her fists on her womanly hips and stamped her feet during the chorus of baiting that followed. "Lee's the only one keeping his mouth shut," Paul noted. "That's probably a good idea, if he wants to get any tonight, after the rest of us leave. And he wants some, right now, from the look on his face! "You should put some shoes on, if you're going to stomp around like that, Carole," Jack chortled. "Stomping around in your bare feet just doesn't have the same effect as a loud, clicky pair of high-heels!" "I'd like to put my foot somewhere else, Jack!" she responded, triggering another chorus of hoots and hollers from the rest of the guys. When it quitted down, again, Carole sighed, "Honestly, I don't understand why all of you think a girl taking on four guys, one right after the other, is such a big deal. I really don't." "Yeah, we heard you the first couple of times, Carole," Jack acknowledged. "It's no big deal for any sexually experienced woman. Sure. Of course it's not. Just like it's no big deal for any disciplined woman to go on a diet and lose those couple of extra pounds, whenever she wants. Coulda, woulda, shoulda." Once again, to no one's surprise, Jack had 'upped the ante' in their latest little game. The guys groaned in unison, as they waited for Carole's inevitable counter. Carole's nostrils flared and her eyes flashed, but she answered coolly, "Now, Jack, I thought you liked my booty just the way it is." "Coulda, woulda, shoulda," Jack repeated. Shaking her head in frustration, Carole turned to Lee for support. As she and her husband eyed each other, Carole smiled impishly, winked, and playfully asked, "What do you think, hon? Should I prove to them I can do it?" "Can ... can I get the camcorder?" Lee barely managed to squeak, his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugging out of his head. Carole's jaw dropped and her eyes widen. She stared at her husband, while the guys, stunned by Lee's response, gaped in silence at the married couple. "Can I?" Lee meekly repeated. Carole closed her mouth and slowly regained her composure. A strange smile formed on her lips. Her mind, apparently, made up, she shrugged and said carelessly to her husband, "Sure, why not? Let's make a real production out of it." Lee jumped up, nearly knocking over his chair racing for the camcorder. Turning to Ron, Carole calmly continued, "I'll bet that stripper didn't let the guys film her in action, did she?" "No ... not ... not that I heard," Ron mumbled. "And get the lube while you're in there, hon!" Carole called out after her husband. The rest of the guys gawked at Carole in disbelieve. She raised an eyebrow and looked at each one of them in turn, daring them to say something. "So, Ron, where did the stripper do all those guys?" Carole asked, turning her full attention back to him. "On ... on the floor," he stuttered. "Right there in front of everyone?" she casually inquired. "That ... that's what I heard," Ron squeaked. Carole's husband wasted no time finding his camcorder and the lube. "He's so excited, his hands are shaking! He acts like she's really going to do it!" Paul perceived, upon Lee's return. "My gawd! He wants her to do it! He's so horny he's pitched a pup tent in his pants!" "We're going to do it right here on the living room floor, hon," Carole matter-of-factly stated. "Okay, babe!" Lee happily acknowledged, fumbling with the camcorder's controls. "Ron, did the stripper make the guys wear condoms?" she sweetly questioned. "I ... I don't know," Ron mumbled. "I guess she probably did." "Well, since I'm on the pill, we don't have any in this house. So, I guess today's your lucky day," Carole laughed. "I won't claim that any sexually experienced woman would let four guys in a row do her bareback, but I will, just this once." Looking around the room, she coolly continued, "So, if we're going to film this right here on the living room floor, we'll need some more light. Frank, why don't you take care of that? And close the drapes, too, while you're at it." Frank gawked at Carole for a moment, then nearly tripped over himself in his hurry to find the light switches and cords for the drapes. "Almost ready, hon?" Carole asked. "Just another couple of seconds," her husband grunted. "Good," she answered patiently. Turning back to Ron, she inquired, "So, who at that party decided the order?" "The ... the order?" Ron asked. "Yes, dear, the order," Carole rolled her eyes. "Who decided what order the guys went in with the stripper?" "I ... I heard ... the guy getting married ... the groom, went first," he stammered. "Well, he was the guest of honor," Carole rolled her eyes, again. "And then?" "I ... I don't know," Ron mumbled. "Well, did the rest of the guys get in line for her?" she coolly asked. "I ... I don't know. I guess they did," he shrugged. "Hummm ... in that case, I'll chose the order," Carole said thoughtfully. "Jack, you can go first," she decided. "Or, maybe, I should say, you can cum first. After all, you're the one that started this argument, in the first place. And you're the oldest guy here and have been married the longest. You know, Jack, not that I think of it, I'll bet you can't even remember the last time you had any strange stuff, can you?!" Jack turned beet red, but didn't say a word. "Okay! All set, babe!" Lee squawked. "Then, I guess I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. De Mille," Carole smirked. As the guys goggled, Lee pointed the camcorder at his wife. "Unbelievable! How far are the two of them going to go with this?!" Paul wondered. Looking sideways at Jack, Carole admonished, "I hope you're not waiting for me to dance for you. You guys are the ones who will be doing all the work tonight." No one, other than Lee, moved or uttered a sound. Cool, calm, and collected, Carole smiled and casually slipped her tank top over her head. Shaking back her hair, she said, "Please, fold this and put it on the coffee table, Frank. Since you're the next oldest, and married, you can go second. And consider yourself lucky, if Ed were here tonight, you'd be going third. So, make yourself useful before you get in line." Frank hesitated as he stared at Carole, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. "Frank?" she prompted. Prodded into action, Frank lurched over to Carole and retrieved her discarded tank top. Standing alone in the middle of the living room, in her white bra and denim jeans, Carole patiently watched and waited for Frank to complete his assigned task. Crooking her finger when he had finished, she beckoned him to approach her, again. "Now, you can do the same with my bra," she smiled sweetly, as she nonchalantly slipped the straps off her shoulders and reached behind her back to undo the clasp. "I can't believe how cool and calm she is!" Paul marveled. "And Lee's still running around with that silly camcorder! He acts like he can't wait for his own wife to lie down on the floor and spread her legs for everyone!" "Are you taping this, hon?" Carole asked her husband, all the while watching the reactions of the rest of the guys. "Oh yeah! I'm getting it all, babe!" Lee panted. Carole bent forward, lifted her chin, and slowly shook off her loosened bra. Straightening back up, her perky breasts completely exposed to the entire group, she held her discarded undergarment out at arm's length. "Oh, Frank," she prodded. "You can fold this and put it with my top, if you don't mind." "Oh, right," Frank mumbled, tearing his eyes away from Carole's naked chest, just long enough, to scurry off to do her latest bidding. "It looks like Frank hasn't had any strange stuff in a quite while, either," she commented. The rest of the guys, except for Lee, remained rooted in place. There were no hoots, hollers, or catcalls. The guys were too shocked to do anything but gawk at Carole's semi-nude body. Looking from face to stunned face, Carole casually unbuttoned her tight jeans, pulled down the zipper, and wiggled her hips. Offhandedly pushing her denim jeans halfway down her shapely thighs, she suddenly stopped. "Come here, Frank," she demanded, reaching out a hand in his direction. Rushing to her side, Frank took Carole's extended hand and steadied her. She quickly stripped her jeans the rest of the way down her legs, stepped out of them, and kicked them over to Frank. "You know what to do, dear," she said imperiously, looking smugly around the room while she waited for his return. Frank ran over to hold Carole's hand, again, when he had finished his latest task. Unceremoniously, she slipped out of her white cotton panties and waved them under Frank's nose, awakening him from his latest stupor. Smiling serenely, she ordered, "On the coffee table with the rest of the clothes." "Carole dyes her hair," Paul realized, as he goggled her neatly trimmed, dark-brown bush. "I thought she really was a natural blonde. I never suspected!" Carole smiled condescendingly as she watched Frank carefully fold her panties, place them neatly on top of her pile of clothes, and scurry back to her side. "That's all the help I need for now," she told him sweetly. "You can go and stand in line behind Jack now, dear." "I think we're about ready, hon," Carole called to her husband, without turning her head to look at him. "Okay, babe!" he breathed, circling around his stark naked wife with the camcorder. "She's standing here,, bare-assed naked in front of four other guys, and her husband is running around the room with a camera!" Paul wondered, as he watched the spectacle enfolding before him. Smiling impudently into the camera lens, Carole performed a graceful pirouette and slowly lowered herself to the floor. Shamelessly stretching herself out, flat on her back, she called out, "Oh, Frank, be a dear and hand me the lube. It's right over there on the coffee table. Oh, and get me one of those big throw pillows from the sofa, too, while you're at it." Serenely taking the items Frank had rushed to her side, Carole placed the pillow behind her head, raised her knees, and boldly spread her thighs wide apart. With Lee hovering above her with the camcorder, she casually squeezed some lube onto her fingertips. Winking directly into the camera's lens, she slowly worked the lube into the folds of her brazenly displayed pussy. "Unbelievable!" Paul gaped. "I can't believe she's doing this right in front of us! I can't believe Lee is so into it!" Smiling smugly up at the guys, Carole requested, "Please, Frank, be a dear and get me another one of those big throw pillows. I need to get a little more comfortable." "Here you are," Frank wheezed, as he hurriedly offered her the second pillow. "Thank you, Frank," Carole sweetly replied. "You're such a gentleman." "Yeah! A gentleman who wants her sloppy seconds!" Paul thought. "I don't want to get rug burns on my booty," Carole said matter-of-factly, as she raised her hips off the floor and carefully arranged herself on the second pillow. "Now, we're ready, hon," Carole turned and smiled into her husband's camera lens. When no one moved, she called out, "Oh, Jack? Get up and come over here. You're up first, remember? And, Frank, you can form the line right behind him." Hesitantly, a dazed expression on his face, Jack stood up and shuffled over to Carole. Like a man in a trance, he undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper, fished out his dick, and sank down between her widely splayed legs. Frank, like a horny, little puppy dog, fell dutifully in line behind him. Smiling knowingly into the camera, Carole stretched and casually laced her fingers together behind her head. Totally in control, she coolly watched Jack's shaky efforts to penetrate her with his hardened cock. After several clumsy attempts, Jack, finally, gained entrance to Carole's brazenly offered gash. His first, tentative thrust served to break the spell holding the rest of the guys enthralled. "Can you believe this?!" Ron exclaimed, as he and Paul quickly rose to their feet, their card game completely forgotten. "I can't believe I'm seeing this!" "Unbelievable!" Paul agreed. "I never thought she'd go this far!" "And look at Lee with the camera!" Ron continued. "He's really recording this! Instead of ..." "Yeah, I know!" Paul acknowledged. "He's really getting off on this! Can you believe it?!" As Jack humped away between Carole's widespread legs, she called out, "Hey, c'mon guys! Line up behind Frank. Ron's next. He's been engaged to that girl for so long, he might as well be married. Then, last but not least, Paul." Smiling mockingly up at Paul, she continued, "Sorry, dear, but you're the youngest and still unattached. And, anyway, you're getting more strange stuff than the rest of these guys combined!" Ron blushed as he and Paul exchanged looks, but he shrugged and walked over to stand in line behind Frank. "I don't believe this! I really don't believe this is happening!" Paul said to himself. But he, too, did as he was told. He got in line behind the other two guys, making sure he still had an unobstructed view of the action, of course. She Insisted It Would Be Easy Jack gripped Carole's curvy hips, steadied himself, and began sliding his erection in-and-out of her in short, quick strokes. As Lee circled, she smiled and mugged for the camera. In no time at all, Jack grunted, stiffened, and unloaded his seed deep inside Carole's vagina. As Jack withdrew his sated penis and leaned back, Lee moved in for a close-up of Carole's crotch. "This is so hot, babe!" he breathed, filming his friend's semen slowly dripping from his wife's wet, fleshy labia. "There'll be more where that came from, hon! A lot more!" Carole laughed airily. "Just wait!" Jack moved aside, but, once again, the rest of the guys remained rooted in place. Carole looked up and called, "Oh, Frank? C'mon! You're up next! You don't want to miss your turn, do you? I'm not going to lie here all night, you know. C'mon now! Let's go! Sloppy seconds!" The guys broke into laughter, the last of the spell broken by Carole's raunchy goading. "She's really going to take us all on! She's really going to do it!" Ron exclaimed, while they all watched Frank drop his pants. With his jeans and underwear still tangled around his ankles, Frank practically dived between Carole's widespread legs. "And Lee's going to let us!" Paul chattered. "He's actually going to let all of us bang his wife, right in front of him, on the living room floor!" "Yeah, look at him, would you?" Ron replied. "You'd think this was her birthday, or something, the way he's dancing around her with the camera! And look at the bulge in his pants!" "Yeah, I know what you mean!" Paul laughed. "It may not be her birthday, but it's a hell of a party!" "Oh yeah! Can't argue with that!" Ron agreed. "And look at her pubs!" Ron continued to babble excitedly. "She's not a natural blonde, after all. Man, she really had me fooled! She has to touch up her roots, just about, everyday to pull that off, you know. My fiancée's roots are always showing." "I see," Paul acknowledged, feeling the need to respond, but too mesmerized by what was going on in front of him to give his words any further thought. Cool and unperturbed, Carole patiently watched Frank's clumsy efforts to penetrate her sweet spot. At long last, he managed to shove his manhood in her and keep it there. Gripping her hips, like Jack had done before him, Frank began to work his hard-on in-and-out of Carole's slit. "It's been a while since you've had any strange stuff, hasn't it, Frank?" Carole asked, as casually as if she were inquiring about the weather. "Yeah," Frank managed to grunt, as he continued to slide his shaft in-and-out of her. "I knew it!" she turned her head and said triumphantly into the camera. Looking around the room, Carole asked, "So, Jack, am I still all talk? Coulda, woulda, shoulda? And what, no sarcastic comment about my rug not matching my drapes? That's not like you at all!" Jack opened his mouth, but no words came out. He simply turned a deep shade of red, while the rest of the guys laughed. "Well, at least Frank pulled down his pants," Paul noted. "Jack was in such a hurry to get inside her, he didn't even bother." In a minute, or so, Frank moaned, added his sperm to Jack's previous load, and began pulling his cock out of Carole's pussy. Once again, her husband was right there to carefully film the slimy cum seeping out of his wife's cunt. "This is so hot, babe!" Lee groaned, stepping back to focus on more of his wife's body. "This is so hot!" Carole smiled brazenly, pulled her knees back, and spread them wide apart for his lens. "It's so hot, it's on fire!" her husband gushed. "And we're only halfway through, hon! There's still more to come!" Carole laughed. "And two more guys to cum, too!" Mesmerized, Ron stood rooted in place, staring down at the shameless, naked woman lying on the floor in front of him. "Your turn, Ron," Carole prompted. "Let's go, boy!" "Cover me, bro, I'm going in!" Ron turned and grinned at Paul, before switching his full attention back to Lee's wife. Stepping up between Carole's widely splayed legs, he stopped and stared down at her glistening, dripping slit. Eyes wide, Ron frowned and hesitated. "What's the matter, Ron? Never had sloppy thirds before?" Carole teased, while she wiggled her shapely ass on the pillow. "No ... not really," Ron shook his head doubtfully. "Well, today's your lucky day, dear!" she snickered. "C'mon now! Don't be shy!" Shrugging, Ron went to work pulling off his sneakers, shorts, and underwear. Still wearing his tee shirt and socks, he knelt down between Carole's wide open thighs. Shuffling forward on his knees, he quickly placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her slimy, wet honeypot and slid effortlessly inside. "You must be getting some on a regular basis, Ron," Carole complemented. "Not like those two, old married guys." "Yeah, but no strange stuff," Ron admitted. "Well, today really is your luck day!" Carole laughed. Pushing his erection deep inside her slick snatch, Ron slid his hands up Carole's torso and cupped her firm breasts. "Ooooou!" Carole cooed. "A tit man!" "Oh yeah!" Ron breathed. Gently kneading her perky globes, he began rocking his hard cock in-and-out of her. "The two, old married guys were in such a hurry to get some strange stuff, they didn't pay any attention to my boobies," Carole complained. "And I have such nice boobies, too, if I do say so myself." "Yeah, you do," Ron grunted, as he gently tweaked her nipples. "Very nice ... and firm, too!" "Did you hear that, hon?" she called out to her husband. "At least one of the guys appreciates my other fine assets!" "Yeah, babe," Lee acknowledged, while focusing his camera on his poker buddy's hands groping his wife's naked tits. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Carole turned her head to see Jack walking towards the front door. "Yoo-hoo! Jack? Where are you going, dear?" she cried. "You're the one that said I could never bring myself to do this! Aren't you going to stay and watch?" Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, Jack turned and looked sheepishly back at Carole. She smiled mockingly and continued, "This is guy number three, Jack! Aren't you going to stay to watch guy number four?!" Blowing Jack a kiss, she laughed and turned her attention back to Ron. Returning to the scene of the crime, Jack watched his poker buddy change tempo. Pumping his stiff shaft in-and-out of Carole's pussy in long, slow strokes, Ron continued to play with her erect nipples. "Oooooooooou! Very nice!" she purred. "I like a man who takes his time!" Turning back to Jack, she winked and cupped her breasts, holding them firmly in place for Ron's plucking fingers. "Oooooooooou! Very, very nice!" Carole breathed, as Ron increased the speed of his rhythmic penetrations. "Unbelievable!" Paul marveled, observing the engagement and wedding rings on Carole's hand, just inches from her husband's camera lens. "How can Lee ... how can he do that?! How can he watch and film and ...?!" Ron groaned softly, steadily pistoning his manhood in-and-out of Carole's honeypot in long, fast strokes. "My gawd! Her pussy is so full of cum, I can hear it squishing around in her!" Paul marveled. As Paul gaped in wide-eyed disbelief, Carole's legs begin to flail, and her husband stepped back to record it with his camera. "How can he do that?! How can he watch, and film, and be so into this?!" he thought, yet again. Scooping up Carole's fluttering legs, Ron placed her calves on his shoulders and her ankles behind his head. Slowly, he slid both of his hands back down her thighs, up her torso, and further up to her firm melons. Breathing hard, Carole clutched Ron's hands to her heaving chest, moaned and spasmed. As she groaned and bucked her hips, Ron thrust his cock deep inside of her. Stiffening, he grunted and added his load to her already sperm-filled pussy. "Now that made this all worth my while," Carole sighed lazily, as Ron's gently lowered her legs back down to the floor. "So, it was good for you too, was it?" Ron quipped, leaning back and withdrawing his shaft from her dripping, well-used slit. 'Oh yeah!" Carole agreed. "I wonder, now, did the girl at that party have any orgasms?" "I don't know," Ron answered, while looking around for his clothes. "No one said." "Probably because no one cared. Anyway, who's next?" Carole inquired, as she looked behind Ron. Ron laughed and moved aside, allowing Paul to shuffle forward. Put off by the cum dripping from Carole's slit, but unable to turn away, he watched Lee carefully record a close-up of his wife's matted, cum-soaked pubic hair and dripping pussy lips. "This is so hot, babe!" Lee exclaimed, as he focused, yet again, on his wife's glistening crotch. "One more to go, hon!" Carole laughed. "Or, rather, there's still one more guy to cum!" "Unbelievable!" Paul thought, procrastinating as he watched Lee carefully recording the jiz seeping out of his naked wife's yawning vagina. "He acts like he's making a documentary!" "Well, Paul, what are you waiting for?" Carole prompted. "It's finally your turn! Get down here and get to work!" Still hesitant, Paul slowly peeled off his shirt, all the while watching the white, stringy sperm leaking from Carole's already well-used cunt. "Go on, go for it! Take your turn!" Ron encouraged. "Don't let a little cum bother you! It's just man-lube! It's keeping her pussy nice and warm for you 'till you get in the saddle! Take my word for it, man, you'll just slide right in there! Don't worry about it, bro, it's all good!" Torn between reluctance and a young man's natural horniness, Paul smiled wanly as he slowly removed his shoes and socks. "Ron didn't mind sloppy thirds," he reasoned. "And Carole certainly didn't mind! And it's her twat that's dripping everyone's cum all over her pillows!" Pushing his jeans and boxer shorts past his hard-on, Paul realized, "Lee's really getting off on this! If he leans in any closer to his wife's crotch, he'll get cum all over his camera lens! And, my gawd, look at the wet spot on the front of his pants! He came just from watching the rest of us!" "Ooooou!" Carole smirked, as she looked up at Paul. "A guy actually taking the time to get undressed! Now that's a first for this crowd!" Slipping off his jeans and undershorts, Paul clutched them tightly in his hand as he gaped down at Carole's leaking crotch. Wantonly spreading her legs wide apart, Carole teased, "What's the matter, Paul? You wouldn't want to disappoint Jack now, would you? He came back just to watch me finish taking on all four of you guys!" Paul shrugged, dropped his clothes, and stepped up to kneel between Carole's widespread legs. Trying to ignore the bleachy smell of sperm soaking into the pillow beneath her ass, he shuffled forward, steadying his hard cock in his hand. Carole winked, smiled encouragingly, and spread her legs even wider apart. "Aw ... why not!" Paul decided, as he glanced, once again, at the wet spot on the front of Lee's pants. Pressing the head of his cock against Carole's dripping entrance, he slowly pushed forward to seat his stiff shaft deep inside her womanhood. "There now, that wasn't so hard, was it, dear?" Carole laughed. "Well, actually, it is hard! Very hard! And big too!" Turning to face her husband's camera, she continued, "Would you just look at that, hon! I saved the biggest one for last!" "Yeah, babe, you sure did!" Lee breathily agreed. "Now that wasn't so bad," Paul noted in relief, when Carole's hot, juicy pussy completely enveloped his hard-on. "But I still can't believe Lee is so into us gangbanging his wife right in front of him!" "Ooooou! Now I know why you're so popular with the ladies," Carole purred to Paul, as he supported his weight on his knees and thrust his erection slowly and steadily in-and-out of her. "Thanks," Paul whispered, not really knowing what else to say, under the circumstances. Leaning forward, he ran his hands unhurriedly up Carole's torso, finding her skin warm and moist from the attention she had already received that evening. "Firm, nice and firm," Paul appreciated, as he skimmed his hands lightly over her taut mounds. "Ooooou! Another tit man!" Carole cooed into the camera. "Mama like!" "Does she now?" Paul found himself saying, as he gently tweaked her already distended nipples. "Yes, mama does!" Carole giggled. "Well, in that case ..." Paul murmured and pulled slowly up on her swollen teats, gently lifting her firm breasts away from her chest. Carole moaned, pushed her boobs together with her palms, and arched her back. Her movement stretched her extended nipples even further, pulling her trophies roughly away from Paul's tugging fingertips. "Yes, mama like!" she whimpered, dropping back down on her pillows. "And does mama like this?" Paul asked, again tugging on both protruding teats before releasing them, leaning down, and capturing one of her prizes with his lips. "Oh yes! Mama definitely like!" Carole exclaimed, cupping her hands behind Paul's head and pulling his face tightly against her heaving globe. Releasing Paul's face, at last, Carole sighed and lazily laced her fingers together behind her head. Looking straight into her husband's hovering camera lens, she giggled, "Yes, mama definitely like!" Methodically moving from side-to-side, Paul tweaked one nipple with his fingers, while he greedily suckled the other. All the while, he maintained his steady, rhythmic penetrations in-and-out of Carole's soaking wet gash. "Mama definitely like!" she happily repeated. Lifting his head from Carole's chest, Paul thrust forward and planted his lips squarely on her mouth. Oh my gawd! I kissed her right in front of Lee!" he suddenly froze. But before he could pull his face away, Carole wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and thrust her tongue between his lips. Accepting her probing tongue, and the situation, Paul wondered, "Why did I panic just then?! Why should her husband care if I kiss her right in front of him?! What the hell, I already have my boner buried to the hilt in her coochie! My gawd, this is strange!" "M'mm ... mama definitely like!" Carole murmured, when they, finally, broke their long tongue-kiss. Shifting to long, smooth strokes, Paul ploughed steadily in-and-out of Carole's cum-filled furrow. The squishy, squashy noises emanating from her well-used cunt were clearly audible to everyone in the room. "Oooooooooou! Very nice! Very, very nice!" she breathed, as, once again, Paul increased the speed and depth of his penetrations. Churning up a hot, creamy froth inside her sperm-filled loins, he pumped steadily away, ignoring Carole's husband and the rest of his poker buddies. Lifting her legs and wrapping them tightly around Paul's waist, Carole groaned and spasmed. Her head thrown back and her eyes tightly shut, she bucked hard and spasmed yet again. Paul stiffened and spurted his own load of cum deep inside her slushy gash. "And it's another big O for Carole! Score two for the lovely lady!" Ron gleefully narrated. "Nice one, Paul! You da man, bro! You da man!" As Carole's body went slowly limp beneath him, Paul exhaled and leaned back on his knees. Extracting his cock, Paul watched his, and his three friends', creamy jiz sluggishly overflow her well-used cunt. "My gawd! Her whole crotch is covered in cum!" Paul marveled. Her face and chest flushed, Carole sighed contentedly and lazily lay back against her pillows. When her eyes refocused, she smiled up at Paul and said, "That, definitely, made this all worth my while, sweetie." Paul couldn't think of anything appropriate to say aloud, as he looked down at Lee's wife. But, he smiled and thought, "It was my pleasure, babe! Anytime I can be of service!" Looking around for her husband, Carole asked, "Did you get that, hon? Did you get my toes curling on tape?" "Oh yeah! I got it all, babe! Every bit of it!" Lee whooped. Catching Jack's eye, Carole smiled impudently and crowed, "Well, that was four guys, one right after the other, Jack. Did you count them? Are you satisfied, now? Coulda, woulda, shoulda? I'd like to see any one of you guys take on four women, one right after the other!"