4 comments/ 134083 views/ 18 favorites Vikki 's New Job Ch. 01 By: wendyetmark For years I had always had the fantasy of seeing my wife Vikki with another guy. It started as a fantasy of having another guy join us for a threesome – the thought of seeing someone else's dick in her mouth whilst I fucked her often sending me over the edge. Or somebody fucking her whilst she sucked me off. In fact, it didn't matter what position either of us was in, just an MMF with my wife turned me on! Then it developed into having 2 guys fuck her in front of me whilst I just watched. These were the first signs of being interested in the cuckold/wifesharing lifestyle. Not long after this, the fantasy turned into her being the object of a gang bang – whether I took part or just watched, but seeing her rammed in every hole by lots of men was the obvious next step. Then it stretched to a gang bang without me being there but her coming home, her pussy and ass red raw, her body covered from head to toe in cum having being fucked in every hole imaginable by 20 different guys before they shot their cum all over and into her. My wife knew of my wishes of a simple threesome (I kept asking her) but she was initially surprised that I wanted another man to join us, not a woman. Either way it didn't matter; she kept saying "No!" each time I asked. I was 'the only one for her', she would repeat ad nauseum. When we fucked outdoors, as we both loved to do, I would say that we were being watched and someone was coming over to get a closer look to help make the fantasy seem as if it could come true. "I would love to see you suck his cock whilst I fuck you" I would say to her, but with no luck. It would stop her in her tracks if I said we were being watched, never mind getting someone to join in! I never stopped asking though, hoping she would eventually get tired of me asking and say "Yes". Well, the tale begins here..... Vikki, who had just turned 40, had started a new part time job. It was at a small recruitment firm run by three guys. They needed someone to run the office whilst they were out getting new clients and trying to expand the business. She was nervous when she went for the job interview but when she got home that night she was excited saying that they offered her the job on the spot. She said they got on really well; it all seemed relaxed because they were real "guys", into their sport and socialising, not staid, politically correct Human Resource people as some may have imagined. At this point I had visions of her getting onto her knees in front of them and sucking them off one by one so she could get the job, but I knew deep down this scenario was only in my head and not for real. All three were of the guys were younger than Vikki and me (I am 45). The youngest was 28, the oldest was 35. All were single as their business came first, and two of them lived together in one house they were renting together as they came from a different part of the country. Anyway, Vikki loved the job and did more hours each week as the company grew. In fact the guys worked so hard that Vikki once said to me "Typical blokes they are. They don't cook as they have no time. They eat junk food and take-aways as it is quicker. Their house is a mess as they never get round to cleaning it and when they stop working the talk is all driven by the amount of testosterone in the room. They talk about women as if I am just one of the guys." Well what with looking after our two children and trying to take on more tasks at work Vikki was getting more and more tired - and that meant less sex for us. When we did have sex, however, I didn't stop trying to incorporate my desire to have a threesome and still sometimes pretended to be another guy when I was fucking her. On one such drunken night she gave the first sign of buckling under the weight of my incessant requests. As I fucked her I said "I bet your hubby would love to see you getting fucked like this by another man. I reckon a slut like you could take both of us on, couldn't you". Then, much to my surprise, she replied, in a drunken moan, "Hmmmm...yes...I wish you could both fuck me together..." It was the first time she had responded positively to any suggestion but I didn't think anything of it as we were both drunk, Vikki in particular. I didn't bring it up again as I put her reply solely down to the fact she had consumed two bottles of wine that night. A month later, the drunken fuck long since forgotten, Vikki was once again telling me about how she was enjoying her job and the laugh it was, and all the laddish antics in the office, adding that I would get on really well with them. At this point, getting fed up at constantly being told I would get on with them, I turned round to her and said "Why not invite your three bosses round to our house for a dinner party if you think I'll get on with them?", curious as I was to see what they looked like, if nothing else. "Ok darling, if you want to...are you sure?" she replied. "Yes, why the hell not. I'll get my mother to take the kids overnight and we don't have to worry about getting up the next day". A couple of weeks later the day of the dinner party had arrived. I had ushered our two kids off to grandparents and we had the whole house to ourselves. Vikki was getting stressed – she didn't know what to wear and was frantically running around preparing the meal as she didn't trust me to cook this time around. Vikki decided a glass, or two, of wine would help ease the nerves and although it was still a couple of hours away from their arrival it seemed to work. "Time to get ready" she said, in a panic, running off for a quick shower just before they arrived. Ten minutes later I heard a shout from upstairs "Can you help me decide what to wear please!!?" Panic had now definitely set in. I always knew when this happened as she needed me to help her choose what clothes looked good on her. Vikki didn't like her body, well one bit of her body anyway - she was slim, yet curvy. An hour glass figure with an ample C-cup. She went to the gym 5 times a week but two Caesarean sections had left her belly looking a bit saggy and she hated it. With clothes she didn't like the frumpy look, and also disliked the tarty, cheap look. For a dinner party, that basically left her four dresses and as it was a warm, sunny day I told her to go for the low cut halter neck summer dress......my favourite of them all. I knew the guys would like it as she couldn't wear a bra with it and it revealed part of the flesh of her breasts, both from the side and her cleavage. To me, and most guys, it was a sexy dress, to Vikki it was a pretty, flowery summer dress. After she had put on a pair of lace knickers and some low heels I looked at her and said "I could fuck you right here and now!" She was still anxious as she responded with a terse "No, everything will get messed up...and they'll be here in a second". "That's ok, they can join in" I responded. She shook her head, a "forget it" look appearing across her face. Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh God" Vikki said in a nervous stutter. "Relax", I replied, "Have another quick drink". Vikki answered the door, "Guys, this is my hubby Mark. Mark, this is Nigel, Kevin and Steve." Pleasantries exchanged, I was surprised at how they treated Vikki like a "bloke", a "mate" rather than a woman who worked for them. It was all very asexual. Some beer and wine consumed, the chat started with the four of them continuing challenges they had going at work, almost ignoring my presence. All the chat revolved around someone being better/faster/slimmer/more muscular or whatever. It was mainly between the 3 guys but Vikki wasn't left out by any means. Any put down was fought equally and Vikki gave the guys as good as she got. Having been in the guys' company for 20 minutes Vikki was right about them. The only thing she hadn't told me was they were 3 good looking physically fit guys. Vikki had told me they ventured down the gym but this doesn't always mean you are toned, muscley and fit! I felt a little insecure; despite being fit myself I knew they had better bodies than me, and were better looking than me. I did wonder whether Vikki would have been so quick to agree to them coming around if they were 3 overweight ugly guys! With the meal underway and Vikki in the kitchen, they started singing her praises to me and said I was a lucky guy to have her. Steve, the eldest and head of the outfit, said "I can't believe she is 5 years older than me. When she came for the interview I thought the wrong person had turned up. I said at the time 'Wow, she can't be 40!". Nigel responded "No Steve. What you actually said was 'Now, there's a MILF, 40 or not, I definitely would given half a chance'!" I thought this would help her relax if she knew they were singing her praises so I left the guys at the table and pretended to offer Vikki a hand in the kitchen. "Well they like you and say I am lucky to have you, darling" I told her, whilst putting my arms around her and giving her a long French kiss, which she responded to favourably as she was now on her fourth big glass of wine. "One of them even said he fancies you..." I carried on. "I wondered what had stirred you downstairs" Vikki replied as she felt the huge erection I now had having been told that one of them thought my wife was a mother he'd like to fuck! We both went back and the evening carried on as if there were 5 guys at the table. We were still comparing fitness regimes and who had the best body. The competitive streak in the three guys now rubbing off on us. Vikki has never been a "girly" girl and was as spirited and showy as the boys. She had two older brothers and it showed. With the meal finished I cleared the table leaving Vikki with the guys. I could hear lots of laughter and friendly mockery and Vikki asking "Come on, tell me, which one of you told Mark that you fancied me?" I couldn't believe that she went and asked them. I carried on listening and they wouldn't admit who said it, simply implying that they all did. Suddenly Vikki appeared in the kitchen. "Mark, darling, please tell me which of them said he fancied me" she asked, seductively, stroking her hand across my chest, downwards towards my trousers. "Well now, all this talk of them fancying me has aroused you, hasn't it?" Vikki continued, her fingers rubbing my hard cock through my trousers. "You like the idea of one of them wanting to fuck me, don't you?" "Erm, yes" I stuttered. "Well, don't just stand there, we have guests to entertain" she voiced as she waved me back into the room, leaving our conversation in limbo. Vikki followed in and shouted "Right!! There's only one way we can tell who has benefitted from all the hours down the gym and that's by comparing torsos. You guys have banged on all evening about who has the fittest body, yadda yadda yadda, well it's time to find out properly and I'm going to be the judge. Take your shirts off, and that includes you darling. I am not going to try and guess who it is; I just want to see with my own eyes". I couldn't believe this – here was my wife, telling her boss and colleagues to take their shirts of so she could inspect their bodies. And she was going to compare them to mine, when it was obvious they were all a bit more muscle packed than I was without taking shirts off, being some years younger and without any middle aged spread like I had. "Vikki's right", said Nigel as he unbuttoned his shirt, "it's the only way to sort this argument out". A few seconds later we were all naked above the waist. "In a straight line guys" Vikki demanded. Vikki stepped up to Steve first, and stunned me by using her hand to feel the muscles on his body and arms, running her fingers all over his body. As I watched I could feel my cock getting harder and harder, especially as her hands moved down his body to check out the six pack. Although I wondered whether she needed to touch our bodies it turned me on even more. "Hmmm, very nice Steve", she said to her boss, "right, you next Kevin". Once again she spread her hands and fingers all over his body, a hairier body than Steve's but probably but as well defined. She smiled as she did it, almost groaning quietly when no one was talking. She said nothing before moving onto Nigel. Nigel was flexing his muscles in front of her, Vikki very impressed, declaring his muscles "very firm" before she eventually came to me. She sniggered, "Hmm, a good effort but not in the same league, sorry darling...." "Well, it's not easy choosing, in fact I can't decide between the three of you, so 9 out of 10 each". She didn't even give me a score. "Sorry darling, you need to work out a bit more" she said to me. "What about your 'torso' Vikki?" said Kevin, "You've seen ours; we want to see how your body looks". "I never said mine looked better than yours!" Vikki replied smiling. "Aahh, you did, you DID!" they all seemed to shout in unison. "Off, off, off!" they continued, moving towards her, hands raised as if ready to strip her naked. Vikki stepped back from them, knowing she had been caught out by her words. "Ok, ok, then, but let me do it" she said. She slowly raised her hands and untied the halter straps, lowering them down to just below her breasts before tying them behind her, so as not to reveal her tummy. Her breasts gently bounced up, the guys responding with appreciative sounds, before complimenting her tits, which hung beautifully for woman of 40. Her nipples were swollen, and hard; I could see she was a little excited. Feeling I had lost out to the guys twice now I interrupted their flow; "Aah, but the body above the waist isn't everything" I replied, thinking of the size and power of my legs due to the amount of cycling I do. "You are right, darling but are you sure you want to compare yourself down there?" " Vikki replied, pointing at my cock in my trousers. "I didn't mean..." I responded before getting interrupted by the other four who all shouted various things out loud at the prospect of being compared yet further. "Bring it on!!" shouted Nigel. The macho posturing was getting even greater between the three of them. But Vikki was getting boisterous too, egging on of the lads again. "I think this time you do have to guess which one of us will be the biggest" said Nigel, laying down the gauntlet. "Better still", said Kevin, "you've got to guess which cock is whose". "What do you mean?" Steve questioned. "Vikki sees us from the waist down and has to guess whose is whose". "Won't work" replied Steve, "she's seen our bodies now". "We blindfold Vikki!!" exclaimed Nigel, "and then by touching our cocks, guess which is biggest and guess whose cock it is". I was standing there in shock, and unbelievably turned on as everyone discussed my wife touching three strange cocks right in front of me, but no one asking me whether I minded. Vikki stood there, hands over her mouth, muffling "I can't believe you're getting me to do this! Come on then, no time like the present". She laughed again to herself. One of them "Whooped" loudly as Kevin took one of the cloth napkins, folded it and tied it around her eyes. Vikki sat in a chair, her breasts drooping forward as she leant to touch the first cock, poised just a few inches from her face. We had agreed I would go last. It was Nigel that was first. I was stood at the end of the line, looking across as Vikki's hands went up, touching his thighs before fumbling towards his cock. Her right hand found the base and, fingers circled, she moved them up the shaft of his semi erect cock. Her left hand cupped his balls, and soon both hands were feeling him everywhere with a real determination to get this right. As she continued his cock grew in her hands, she smiled saying "I'll have to come back to this one when it's stopped growing". Nigel moved aside, stroking his cock the moment Vikki let go of it. Steve moved into place in front of her. Vikki fumbled around again, but this time grabbed hold of Steve's hard cock much quicker. Encircling it with her right hand she slowly pumped the cock up and down as if preparing it for insertion into her pussy. "Hmm, this one feels bigger" she said delightedly. At this moment the one in my hand felt twice as large as normal, as the sight of Vikki handling two strange cocks in front of me had me just seconds from cumming all over the carpet. Onto Kevin, and he seemed to have the thickest, if not the longest. Vikki reached out with both hands grabbing it instantly, "Hmm, this one doesn't belong to Mark, that much I know" she said, correctly, stroking it a few more times to see if it was going to get any bigger. The sight of Vikki's hand on another man's cock was more exciting than I imagined but the glisten of her wedding and engagement rings on her fingers as she pumped his dick nearly made me cum on the spot. There was something so erotic about it, something I had never imagined before, almost certainly due to the fact we had made a commitment to each other, and only each other, 14 years ago, and yet here she was tugging away on a strange cock, her rings rubbing on his foreskin, the pre-cum glistening on the gold. I had to let go of my cock to stop myself from shooting my own cum all over the carpet. "Okay, the last one please, and I have no idea so far" Vikki continued. She reached out and I guided my cock towards her outreached hands. I was so turned on that it was actually bigger than it was normally when we fucked. "Hmm, they definitely get harder, if not necessarily bigger, each time. A bit more pre-cum here, someone is definitely turned on, hmmm.... its...its ...Mark's!" she exclaimed. "Whoa, impressive! Guess a bit of experienced handling helped there, eh?" said Steve, "shame you are no nearer to guessing ours though. Give up?? Vikki was never one to give up, and certainly not if asked to do so. "No way am I giving up!" retorted Vikki, "just need to start again, the first one was still getting bigger. And its difficult to guess the length, thickness is fine, just can't guess the length". "Maybe you need to see how much of it you can fit down your throat." suggested Kevin, half joking, but chancing his arm. "Well I think Mark may have something to say about that" added Steve. "Don't worry about Mark" came back Vikki "I am pretty sure he would love to see another man's cock in my mouth, wouldn't you darling?". "Erm, ...yes" I said hesitantly but probably more keen to see her do it than she was to oblige, and she did seem keen! "Ok then boys, that's settled. Same order as before please, gentlemen" ordered Vikki. They lined up and I watched as Vikki took Nigel's cock, stroked it a few times with her right hand before guiding it into her mouth. First just part of the way, but within seconds the whole shaft was inserted. This wasn't just testing for length and girth. She was sitting there, breasts exposed, nipples erect, sucking his cock like a true slut wife and I was enjoying every second of it. She pulled his cock out completely, hesitated momentarily as if in deep thought, and put her lips around it again. It plopped out, some saliva dripping from her tongue onto her right breast. She summoned the next cock. Steve duly obliged, and once again, she sucked on his pole, her tongue moving around as if trying to guess the size. This went on for longer than I thought necessary, and even though I felt a bit jealous I also felt my cock was going to explode. "Hmm, definitely bigger than the first" she said," OK, last one". Kevin came over and pushed his cock into the already gaping mouth. As before Vikki didn't move her head much but unlike the others Kevin thrust his cock back and forth, fucking her face rather than allowing her to guess its size. What seemed like minutes later, but was probably less than 60 seconds Vikki stopped and delivered her verdict. Vikki 's New Job Ch. 01 She got them all wrong. I didn't really hear what she said; my mind still in a bit of shock from what I had just witnessed, but she didn't guess one right. "Well what are we going to do now?" questioned Steve. "Vikki has to guess whose is whose, right?" asked Kevin, talking about Vikki as if she wasn't there, or more to the point, just an object. "It's obvious. She sees what we eat each day, and we all know that what we eat affects the taste of our spunk...." Nigel trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence. "I'll get it this time, I'm sure" said Vikki, confidently, not even bothering to ask me whether I objected this time. I tried to intervene, "Shall I get a cup for you each to cum into, then Vikki can taste a little bit before guessing?" "Darling, I've already had their cocks in my mouth; let's them just cum inside this time". Oh, my God, I thought. They were all wanting to shoot their cum down her throat, and my wife, yes, my wife, was happy to swallow their jizz. Without waiting any longer Nigel stepped up, held the back of Vikki's head and steered his dick into her mouth. Vikki started to suck it and wrapping her tongue around it, quietly moaning in her own little blindfolded world. Almost immediately Nigel leaned back, he was about to cum. Vikki stopped sucking as his breathing got heavier. "Yes, get ready" he said, momentarily forgetting that Vikki could recognise his voice. "Ugggh!" he exclaimed just the once as his spunk shot into Vikki's mouth, his hands around his cock squeezing it up and down, making sure every last drop was went inside. I wondered whether Vikki would spit his spunk out , but I could see her swallow it and roll her tongue around her mouth making sure there was none left to affect the next dump of spunk. "Darling can you fetch me some wine please. Need to make sure I'm all clean inside for the next one" she said bluntly. Steve and Kevin sat waiting for their turn, both stroking their hard cocks whilst watching her every move. She drank a mouthful of wine and asked for the next erect pole. Steve stood up, walked over and pushed his manhood into Vikki's open mouth, before taking it out and repeating the movement several times more. He started fucking her face a bit faster, when all of a sudden, Kevin leapt up from his seat, barged him out of the way and thrust his cock towards Vikki's face, his cum spurting out all over her face and mouth. He leant in, the tip of his cock by her lips, shooting the next lot of his muck into her mouth, as droplets landed on her breasts below. Vikki started to suck his cock for the last remnants of spunk, as he scooped the cum dripping down her face onto his fingers and inserted them into her mouth. Fingers, a cock and spunk intertwined as moans of pleasure emanated from the same orifice. Some more oozed out, dripping down onto her tits, which were now glistening under the lights. Kevin stepped back as Vikki licked her lips, swallowing the last bits of the gooey mess, but before she could rinse her mouth out Steve lunged forward ramming his cock into her mouth and cumming deep into her throat, making her choke momentarily before forcing her to swallow his spunk. He pulled back, spurting more into her mouth, this time spunk she could taste before gulping it down. He pulled back a bit more and wiped his cum soaked dick on her face. Vikki took a moment to compose herself, took a sip of wine and had her final guess "Kevin, Steve and Nigel, in that order!" "No, you're wrong again" they all shouted, before breaking out into laughter. "Awh, come on guys, are you serious?" she questioned them as she took off her soiled blindfold. "I'm afraid you were wrong darling" I replied. "And we're not going to tell you either" said Nigel. "No", added Steve, as he looked at the cum on Vikki's face and tits, "but I think we need to leave our gorgeous host to cleanse herself, whilst Mark tidies up down here and we make our way home". They agreed and, one by one, they each gave Vikki a kiss on her sticky lips before thanking us both for a lovely evening and departing out into the warm summers evening. I stood their stunned as the three men left. Stunned but so excited to be alone with my wife. The same wife who they had used as a receptacle for their cum just five minutes earlier. Vikki did up her dress, the cum on her tits immediately soaking through the thin material that now covered them. "That was so hot, baby. I'm ready to cum any second now, ready to cum in your mouth" I said as I cupped her sticky, wet face in my hands. "Not now, darling" she replied, getting up from the chair "I can still taste their cum and I'm determined to guess whose was whose." She kissed me and I could taste the salty jizz on her lips. "Was that as good as you imagined in your fantasy, darling? I gulped. "Better, even better". She paused and looked straight into my eyes. "Was I as dirty as you imagined, darling? Another pause, I didn't answer, I couldn't answer. "Did you like seeing your wife used like that?" "Does your fantasy have these men fucking me, darling?" "Erm..." was all I could muster as a response to my wife, as she stood there, ready for bed, still covered in droplets and smudges of drying cum. "I need some sleep now, all this guessing has tired me out" she finished, before walking upstairs to bed. I stood there on my own, denied the final pleasure of cumming over my gorgeous wife's face. I touched the tip of my cock and almost instantly it twitched, releasing a gush of cum over the carpet. I looked around at the mess I switched off the lights and went upstairs to sleep. Vikki 's New Job Ch. 02 It was Sunday. The day after the dinner party my wife Vikki and I had given with Vikki's three bosses from her work. I woke up and glanced over to Vikki, she was still asleep. Tired and drunk when she went to bed she hadn't washed before crashing out and the cum on her face was still visible, as were smudges of it on her pillowcase. I left her to sleep whilst I went downstairs and started clearing up the mess. Bits of cum were on the carpet and chair, including my wasted ejaculation at the end of the night. The plates and glasses were still on the table. By lunchtime, the mess cleared, Vikki limped down the stairs. "My head hurts" she whispered. I got her some painkillers. "Thanks" she responded slowly, "did everyone enjoy themselves last night?" "I think so" I replied, "the guys left happy having been sucked off by my dirty, drunk wife before cumming down her throat and over her face. You seemed more than happy to oblige but still failed to guess whose cock was whose. Whilst I had a fantasy fulfilled by watching it all happen". "Did it really turn you on, darling?" Vikki said. "Yes, it really did". "I thought they were all going to want to fuck me" Vikki continued, "did you think that? Maybe they were embarrassed and left early after what had happened. God, tomorrow could be awkward at work". I tried to dispel her fears, "I'm sure they all wanted to fuck you, and I would have loved to have seen that, but I don't think it will be uncomfortable at work. They were quite the gents, to be honest." "Well, we'll find out tomorrow, I suppose" Vikki continued,"best to pick up the kids, busy day ahead" For the rest of the day we didn't speak about what had happened the night before. We just carried on as if it was a normal Sunday in the household. Monday was a usual day. Kids off to school, Vikki and I off to work. Vikki decided not to wear anything low cut or revealing, which she occasionally did dependant on the weather, just in case it aroused anyone in the office. It was now sometime later, about 5pm. Vikki had left work a couple of hours beforehand to pick the kids up from school when I got a call from my company's receptionist. "Two parcels and a letter – recorded express delivery downstairs for you". I wondered what it was as I never got any goodies sent to me at work. I collected the deliveries and took them back to my office. The parcels, one red and one brown, had the following written on them "Read instructions in letter before opening". I carefully opened the letter, still having no idea what was inside any of the packages or who they were sent from. It read as follows.... "Dear Mark, Once again we would like to thank your delectable wife and yourself for a night to remember on Sunday. From the food, to the wine, to the company, it was a special evening. We would like to express our gratitude by inviting you both to Kevin and Nigel's abode this evening, so we can return the kindness offered by yourselves as hosts. We have already spoken to Vikki and she has accepted on your behalf. Unfortunately she has been unable to find a babysitter so suggested that you stay at home whilst she comes around, and we can all meet together another time. I know this isn't what we intended, as we would love to have both of you over but as a way of recompense there is a gift for you in the brown box, which we would like you to open once you have finished reading the whole of this letter. We hope you can enjoy the gift tonight on your own, whilst your wife is our guest. The other box, the red one, is a gift for your wife but one we would like you to open together when you are alone at home this evening, before your wife comes over to us. We hope our gift goes a little way to soften the blow of missing out tonight. Enjoy!!" Steve, Kevin and Nigel. I started opening up the brown package. Inside the box was a bottle of my favourite, and expensive, red wine, and a confirmation that the local Italian restaurant were going to be delivering their house special to me for 9pm. I was pleased but wondered what Vikki had in her box? Later that evening, the kids asleep in bed, Vikki sat down and began opening her parcel from her bosses. Neither of us had any idea what it could be. Inside it was like A Russian Doll. There were more boxes and another envelope. Vikki opened the envelope on top. It gave instructions as to the order which she was to open the boxes with further instructions stating "You must wear what is in the packages tonight and nothing else. A car will pick you up at 8pm. Make sure you are ready then. Do not be late." Vikki opened up the first package. It revealed a short black dress, low cut and with thin straps. The length was far shorter than Vikki would normally wear. A note dropped out, it read "Knowing you might be late choosing what to wear, we thought we would decide for you!". The biggest box was next. Vikki's jaw dropped when she opened it. I couldn't see why until she revealed a pair of black stilettos. Vikki never really wore heels as they hurt her feet but she seemed relaxed, saying "Well, at least I won't have to walk far, with a car coming to collect me!" I couldn't work out what was in the last boxes. Upon opening the larger box another note dropped out. Vikki started reading the note "Well Vikki. You complain to us that your hubby never buys you sexy underwear." "What else do you tell them about us?" I enquired. "Well, you always buy me underwear that shows my belly. You know I don't like to show it. These guys listened, look" she said as she lifted up the sexy and stylish black basque, with matching lacy g-sting and black stockings". I couldn't wait to see her dress up in what they had bought her but was wondering what their motives were behind this all. The last package was a small box. I guessed, rightly, that it was a jewellery box. Inside were an ankle bracelet and a necklace. I could see some lettering on each chain. It spelt the initials of the company where Vikki worked, the initials taken from the names of the three guys she worked for. "I thought an ankle bracelet meant that the wife is to be shared, a slut wife?" I remarked, hoping for Vikki to answer in the positive. "Is it darling?" she replied, knowing damn well that she thought the same as me. I started thinking that I would love to see her half naked, or even totally naked whilst with the three of them. But I wouldn't be there. I would miss out on it, having to stay at home with our children, whilst she dressed up as they wanted her too, like a slut wife. What was it they were really planning? Maybe it was just my imagination and I had nothing to get worried or excited about. There was one last note, addressed to me. I started reading it. "Mark, I hope you like what we have bought for your wife. Please ensure that she wears only what we have given her. We would also like you to help her dress up in them. Take a few pictures and so on, so you can remember how she looked beforehand. Don't worry about being at home tonight though. We will look after Vikki. In fact, you can see for yourself, as we have set up a video camera just so you can still be a part of the evening. We will all be able to talk to each other. Just use the link in your email inbox that you will receive later tonight and you can watch and listen to us all evening. The Boys" What exactly did this all mean? I was a bit nervous but Vikki said "Don't worry darling. Just relax and enjoy yourself". Vikki started undressing. I did as they suggested and started to take pictures of her as she put on each item, one by one. She stood posing for me, in her basque, g-string and stockings and looked so fuckable I wanted to take her there and then. I made a move but she turned me away. Soon she had the dress and heels on. She looked like a hooker. The tops of her hold up stockings were visible as her dress was so short. The low cut front revealed a cleavage that could hold the cum of half a dozen guys. She put on the necklace and then lifted her ankle up towards me, putting the ankle bracelet on. I could now clearly see the guys' initials, SKN, hanging of the little chain just above the strap on her stiletto. I was getting very envious and excited, the envy generated from the fact I wouldn't be there. Just minutes later there was a knock on the door. I looked out of the window and saw a black Mercedes. "Don't get too lonely, do as the guys say and say 'hello' to them" Vikki said. She kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I settled down and waited for an email from the guys. I could think of nothing else. Half an hour after Vikki left I got the email. I clicked on the link, and there, on the screen, I could see two of the guys in the background, at their home. I emailed back to tell them I was online, and turned on my webcam to show them, as requested. I watched nothing much happening until I heard their doorbell ring and Steve answer the door. There was Vikki, looking even sexier than she did when she left. Kevin suddenly came up close to the laptop "Hey, I can see your hubby here Vikki. It looks like he's ready for something. Well, let the show begin!" Vikki came over to the camera, already looking a bit tipsy. "Hi darling, everything ok at home? Don't worry about me. I'm nice and relaxed, had some lovely champagne in the car on the way over" she giggled. Kevin carried on "Hey, Mark, good to see you joined us. Doesn't Vikki look sexy? I bet you found it hard seeing her leave home looking like that tonight, eh?" Nigel walked up behind Vikki, both of them facing the camera and put his hands on her shoulders, saying "Just look at her Mark, she is stunning." He moved his hands across each bit of her body as he described what we could all see. He continued "It's all so sexy. The thin straps of her dress over her tanned, rounded shoulders. Her necklace resting at the top of her beautiful breasts, above a cleavage most women, never mind men, would desire. Do you like her necklace Mark?" I didn't reply. His hands continued over her breasts and down to her waist "Her gorgeous curves all the way down to the top of her legs. I bet you wish you could have her all to yourself, don't you? Or would you rather be generous and share her with us?" "I think we need to see more. I would like to see if Vikki looks sexier in her new basque" said Steve. "Buy her what she wants, and she'll wear it" said Kevin, looking at the camera, "did you like what we chose Mark? "Yes, I did" I replied, into the camera. "Mark, do you mind if Vikki takes her dress off? Would you like to see her take the dress off, in front of us all?" Steve continued. "Yes" I replied, almost without hesitation. "Yes what, Mark? Tell us what you would like". "I would like to see Vikki take her dress off for us all" I said, my cock getting bigger each second that passed. "Well Vikki?" said Steve turning to face her, "the floor is all yours". Vikki would normally be nervous about stripping in public. Our outdoor fucks were generally fully clothed, but she began removing the straps from her shoulders like an experienced stripper, pouting to the camera and making all the right moves, until her dress slipped down to her waist. She then turned her back to the camera, leant forward, thrusting her arse closer still, and edged her dress off slowly. The thong parted her fleshy cheeks, before the dress slipped off onto the floor. She stepped out of the dress still in her stilettos, and turned to face the camera again. She stood still and placed her hands on her hips, just wearing the basque, stockings, thong and heels and looked straight down into the camera and said "Well, do you like what you see?" I replied 'yes' although it seemed the question was not just aimed at me. "Now Vikki", Kevin carried on, "In case you had forgotten, are you giving up or do you want a last attempt at finding out whose cock is whose from the weekend. No wild guessing, just another test?" "Hmm, OK, one last go" she said. "But if you fail, there is a forfeit. Do you understand? You will need to put on a show for your hubby." "What if I am right?" questioned Vikki. "Then we will put on a show instead" said Steve. "OK, agreed" replied Vikki. "Oh my God" I thought, not again, not whilst I am not there! Despite all this I was incredibly turned on, and couldn't wait to see her on her knees sucking them off, or whatever. This time, though, she was not to be blindfolded. She was told to crouch on her knees under the table whilst the three guys all left the room. One by one they were to come in, but with their cocks out. All Vikki had to do was match the cock to the person. Part of me breathed a sigh of relief as she would just look and guess, but the other part of me was disappointed that she wasn't going to suck their cocks. The first guy came in. I could see it was Kevin. He sat in a chair by the table and took out his erect cock. Vikki raised up her right hand and held the shaft before stroking it up and down until it stood up even firmer than before. She then leant forward, and licked the throbbing purple head with her tongue before steering it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she took more of it into her, deeper towards the back of her throat. I could bear it no more and had my own cock out, wiping the precum over the foreskin as I wanked whilst watching my wife suck off another guy over the internet. A minute of cock sucking finished, Vikki requested the next cock "OK, you can go now, send in the next one". Steve was next, and it was the same with him. She obviously wanted to be fair and sucked each of them in a very similar way. With all three firmly sucked off and back in the room Vikki crawled out from under the table. "Let's get this over and done with" said Steve, looking right at Vikki. "OK, Steve, Nigel and Kevin, in that order" Vikki replied. "Noooo!!" I shouted. The three guys whooped and hollered. "That's WRONG, Vikki! Let's get the show on the road" exclaimed Nigel as he went over and picked up the video camera that was filming the proceedings so far. "Right, the forfeit" continued Nigel, "The lovely Vikki will now put on a show for everyone out there watching. Not just you Mark, oh no. The link that you clicked on, Mark, has been posted on as many slut wife, cuckold, and, well if truth be told, any sex forums we could find". "The lovely Vikki, will do as we say, in front of an audience around the world, of, wait a minute, let me see, an audience currently of just under ten thousand people, it says here" said Kevin, pointing at their monitor. Pressing a button, switching their monitor to my webcam Kevin continued "And here, everyone out there in the whole world, is Mark! The cuckolded hubby watching at home. Say 'Hello' Mark". I stuttered a quiet "Hello" as their video camera homed in on me, via their screen. "Well, let's not keep the audience waiting" commanded Steve "Vikki, can we have you on your knees in the middles of the room please". Vikki did as she was told, and was soon surrounded by the three guys, one holding a camera and filming the proceedings. "I was the first one in" said Kevin, "Steve second and Nigel last. So it's probably only fair that you get our cocks out in reverse order and start sucking them, ok?" Vikki nodded and started to unzip Nigel's trousers. The other two guys got undressed. As Vikki pulled down his boxer shorts his cock sprung up, bringing a smile to Vikki's face "It's got bigger!" she said as she took it in her right hand bringing it towards her open mouth. Her tongue licked the shaft of his cock, from top to bottom, very slowly. As Vikki got to the bottom she opened her mouth and started sucking his balls. "That's a good girl Vikki, suck my balls. Show your husband what a ball sucking, cock licking slut you really are". All three cocks now surrounded her face and Vikki lined up Steve's next. She took it in her mouth and looked up at him whilst he thrust it into her mouth. "What does it feel like to have a cock bigger than Mark's in your mouth Vikki?" asked Steve. Vikki pulled back her head, looked at the camera and replied "It feels great, all three are bigger than yours Mark. I hope you don't mind me sucking their cocks, do you?" I shook my head. Part of me did mind but my massive erection said otherwise. One by one she sucked them in turn, longer than she ever sucked mine. She always cited her painful knees as her excuse – they seemed to be coping quite well today. Kevin walked round behind her and put his arm between her legs, "She's nice and moist, ready for some cock in that married pussy of hers". Vikki stood up. Steve lay on the ground, on his back. "Come and sit that married pussy on my cock. Show your hubby, and the world out there, what it's like to be fucked by a real man's cock" said Steve. Vikki lowered herself slowly downwards until the tip of his cock slid straight into her pussy with ease. Steve grabbed her basque, pulling it down with a swift tug, Vikki's breasts bouncing out. As she sat on Steve's dick the other two guys came over and shoved their cocks into her face. Vikki opened her mouth and both cocks were quickly forced into it. Turning to the camera Kevin asked "As she can't answer me right this second, can you tell us if your sweet wife has ever had 3 dicks in her at the same time, Mark?" "No!" I said. "Well she's doing a grand job" declared Kevin. Steve quickened up the pace with his thrusts, the noise of the fucking increasing as Vikki's juices dripped out causing their nether regions to slap together. Kevin and Nigel took hold of Vikki's head - forcing her to suck each of their cocks in turn for a few seconds before moving her head around and ramming their cocks deep into the back of her throat. As they grabbed her hair they fucked her mouth forcefully. Kevin bent down and groped her tits, squeezing her nipples hard between his fingers making Vikki wince with pain. All there of them were now using Vikki as a cheap, slut whore. She was no longer a friend at their work. She was now simply an object to be fucked and abused for their pleasure, not that she minded too much. "Oh yes, that feels good! Don't stop, keep on fucking me!" she voiced in a rare moment she was able to speak. Kevin and Nigel were now each sucking on Vikki's nipples, occasionally biting or flicking them with their tongues. They were getting redder and darker by the minute. "I think it's my turn now" barked Kevin, "Get up here, kneel on the sofa" he ordered Vikki. Vikki climbed off Steve and knelt down on the sofa, her bum poking out into the room. Kevin stood behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy. "Hmm, that's one wet pussy. I think Vikki is enjoying this" Steve moved onto the sofa and manoeuvred his cock towards Vikki's head. "Why don't you suck my cock and tell everyone what your dripping pussy juices taste like?" Steve asked Vikki who was struggling to get his cock into her mouth due to the hard pounding she was getting from Kevin behind her. "Hmmm, nice and sweet..... with a tang" replied Vikki having swallowed his tool voraciously. Kevin moved his hands from Vikki's waist, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back sharply towards him. "Does your hubby fuck you as hard as this, Vikki?" he whispered into her ear. "No" Vikki replied, "but I want you to fuck me even harder". "Say it louder, LOUDER!" repeated Kevin. "Fuck me harder! HARDER, HARDER!" Vikki responded. Kevin powered his dick harder into Vikki, pulling her closer, his hand still pulling her head back by her hair. His other hand rested at the base of her spine, his thumb moving downwards and pushing slowly into her arse. Vikki 's New Job Ch. 02 "Bet you'd like me to fuck your arse now, wouldn't you?" Kevin asked her. "Hmm, yes please...." Vikki trailed off. Kevin immediately pulled out of Vikki's pussy. Vikki grabbed her arse cheeks and spread them apart. "Good girl" said Kevin, "Hey Mark, you ever seen your wife get arse-fucked?" I shook my head from side to side. Kevin's cock moved towards Vikki's ring piece. He spat on it before guiding his cock into her virgin arse. Vikki, released a moan through gritted teeth, as Kevin increased the speed of each thrust of his cock into her arse. It went in deeper each time he pushed his hips into her. Vikki started to moan louder and louder with each stroke until Nigel pushed his cock into her mouth from behind the sofa, stifling the noise. Steve came round with the camera "Let's show all the folks around the world a close up of your wife getting pummelled by two guys. Spit roasted is the term, isn't it Mark? One cock in her arse, the other in her mouth. Looks good, doesn't it Mark? Do you think she's ready for all three of us Mark? One in her pussy, one in her arse and one in her mouth. Shall we see now?" Steve placed the camera on the edge of the table whilst Nigel sat on the sofa. Kevin stopped fucking Vikki, his cock making a wet 'plop' sound as he pulled it out. "Come and sit on my cock slut" said Nigel. Vikki went to sit on Nigel, facing him as she lowered herself onto his throbbing tool. Steve went up behind Vikki and pushed his forefinger into her arse "Are you ready for my cock in your arse?" he asked. "Mmmmm, yes please..." Vikki confirmed "I want my darling husband to see me get fucked in all my holes please." As Kevin stood on the sofa, lining up his cock with Vikki's face he looked into the camera and said "Mark, I bet you have your cock in your hand right now, don't you? I reckon you are enjoying this as much as your lovely wife". He was right. As much as I felt humiliated seeing my wife treated as a slut in front of an audience of thousands I had a raging hard on and was about to cum within seconds. In fact, the moment that Steve grabbed her waist and pushed his cock into her arse in one slow movement, the moment she had a dick in all her orifices my cock exploded, spraying cum all over the floor in front of me. My cock remained rock hard though as Steve and Nigel took alternate thrusts into her arse and pussy, whilst she gamefully tried to suck on Kevin's cock. Vikki wriggled as she was pounded by two cocks in a MFM sandwich. Steve pulled his cock out of her arse but this was just a temporary respite as he stretched her cheeks apart to show a gaping hole that was once the small entrance to her tight anus. He slammed his cock back into her arse and carried on fucking her until he was ready to cum. "There's something about a married woman with lots of cum on her face" said Steve as everyone climbed off the sofa. Vikki knew what was about to happen and sat on the edge of the sofa, rubbing her clit, bringing herself to yet another orgasm. The three guys surrounded her, one with the camera in his hand. All three were jerking their cocks which were pointing at Vikki's face. "Tell your hubby where you want us to cum, Vikki?" Nigel prodded her. "I want you all to cum over my face.... and in my mouth......all over me" Vikki replied. Seconds later cum spurted onto her face and hair from one side. Vikki opened her mouth as a second, smaller load shot across her lips. She pushed the cum into her mouth with a finger, releasing a moan of delight as she sucked it dry. She looked into the camera "Does this turn you on Mark? Seeing other men's cum all over your wife's soft skin?" I nodded in silence. I was speechless as I watched my wife stare at me, covered with cum which began to drip from her face onto her naked breasts. Another shot of cum from the other side landed on her face before the cock was quickly pushed into her mouth. "Here, drink the rest Vikki" said Steve as he pushed his exploding cock deep into her mouth. Vikki sucked hard, the jizz released into her mouth. She turned to the camera, opened her mouth and showed all the cum to the world before swallowing it in one go. Smiling, she turned to he last of the guys, grabbed his cock and started tugging on it. "Open your mouth" one of them commanded. Vikki duly obliged as the last spray of cum burst onto her face. A second and third burst entered the mouth before Vikki swallowed it all down again. "Wipe it clean" came another command, as each cock was smeared across Vikki's face, smudging the cum across her lips before Vikki lapped up the remaining drops. As before there was cum everywhere, on her face, in her eyes and mouth, all over her hair, down her body. She looked wonderful. "Well, everyone" said Steve facing the camera, "I hoped you enjoyed that as much as we all did. Did you enjoy it Mark? Well please, all of you, let us know. Tell us what you think. Post your comments on which ever forum or site you are watching this on. I'm sure Vikki would love to know what you would like to do to her. Or even better, what we should do to her. You never know, we may well take the best ideas and do another show for you all. Come on, get typing!!!!" I sat there, stunned, in front of my computer, along with thousands of other people, watching as my cum covered wife sat on the edge of a sofa, and a guy telling us all to express our feelings on what we witnessed, or what we would like to be witness to in the future. I had been humiliated in front of all these people but rather than feel ashamed I wiped my hands dry and started to type my thoughts on an email to the guys that had just used my wife. I sent it off, hoping that they would do as I asked when suddenly Vikki popped up on the screen and said "Don't wait up darling, not sure when I'll be back home". The camera was switched off, and moments later the screen was filled with the words "BACK SOON". I turned the computer off and opened the wine. I wasn't hungry any more.