0 comments/ 45312 views/ 1 favorites Irene Progresses Ch. 01 By: medley The following story is a work of fiction. I write fiction, while I try to make it enjoyable for as many as possible, nothing's gonna' make everyone happy. So I hope you enjoy. There's a bit of tease, followed by some group, and some cuckolding towards the end, if any of this will offend you; you might want to depart now. -Medley "I can't believe how hot your wife is." The man stated matter-of-factly. He wasn't talking to me. I was just a spectator. We were in the living room of a nice house. It was simple, upper middle class if anything, in a nice quiet neighborhood. There were a total of six of us. Consisting of myself (Marc), the husband (Bruce), The Wife (Irene), and three guys (Tom, Allen, and Frank) I had chatted online with all of them quite a bit while the plans for tonight were being made. Somehow despite being happily married myself with no interest of cheating on my wife I had talked my way into this little sortie as a voyeur. Irene looked a little nervous at the comment. "Thank you." She replied. Anxiously she shifted from one foot to the other in the middle of her parlor. There was no question she was the center of attention. She was wearing a plain black skirt, it came to just above her knee, it was fairly conservative, above that she had on a simple cranberry colored blouse. The blouse had ¼ sleeves leaving her arms bared, but buttoned up tastefully to above her cleavage. Her face was framed by light chestnut colored hair closer to red or auburn than brown, and her features were delicate and pretty. She had a dainty nose and large inquisitive eyes. She was really very ravishing in a simple sort of way. "Are you wearing the bra and panties you said you'd be wearing?" Frank asked, this time speaking directly to Irene. "Yes." Irene said. It had been voted upon that Irene would wear a matching red bra and thong. They were lacy and very sexy. She had modeled them for all of us the previous night on web camera. We all knew her measurements or at least bra/panty size. She was a 36C with a size 3 thong slung at the top of legs that were long and toned. "Don't worry we won't make you prove it yet, tonight's all about going agonizingly slow right!" Frank laughed, he was clearly the ringleader, but even he was in new territory, not one of us had ever done anything like this before. Prior to all pulling into the driveway, all we had done was flirt and chat on-line over a period of months. No one knew each other. Gradually we had pried various elements of Bruce and Irene's fantasies and desires into the light and somehow managed to arrange a time. There were others that talked on-line; Irene loved being seen on-line in her sexy undergarments, but these were the locals and the ones who actually talked regularly and could carry a non-sexual conversation from time to time. What we had decided on tonight was going REALLY slowly, teasing Irene for hours, and just seeing how far things ended up going. "So the plan was for dinner first?" Allen asked. He was speaking to Frank. "YES!" Frank said in a booming, but quite jovial voice. "We should all fit in my Suburban. Irene had you decided on someplace local, or should we head up the highway to a busy place near the malls." Frank asked. We were trying to figure out whether to keep it quaint and local, but risk running into someone who knew Bruce and Irene. (Or any of us for that matter) Or if perhaps going someplace busy and getting lost in the crowd would be the way to go. "I don't know." Irene replied she was pretty nervous. "Well it's gonna' be obvious that you're the center of attention for all five of us." I said. "Someplace busy that might draw more negative attention than bumping into a neighbor who doubts your moral character. I'd rather tell off a neighbor than push away a horny drunk." I said. Irene blushed. "I agree." Frank said. "There's an Applebees what five miles from here, we don't have to head all the way to the mall, besides we probably won't see anyone we know. What do you say are you ready, we promise to keep it light out in public as a way to break the ice before we come back here?" Frank asked. That was the plan and a way for Irene and Bruce to bring their fantasies into the real world a little more, actually be out where people could see who weren't invited to view her cam. "That is unless you decide you want the public to know how sexy and wanton you are?" He added smugly. "Ok." Irene said, her voice almost cracked. I looked over at Bruce, her husband. Other than letting us in he hadn't said a word. He was a little older than Irene who was probably in her mid thirties. He was somewhat athletically built, with brown hair just starting to show grey at the temples. Although he had probably tucked it under his belt there was a noticeable bulge in his trousers. Bruce knew that tonight was pretty much out of his control, we all knew that it aroused him to have other men see Irene. We all knew that it aroused him to have other men WANT Irene, and we all knew that he wanted other men to have Irene or at least fantasized about it. We also knew that Irene had sent him into the other room to relieve himself while she did it through her panties in front of us on webcam. The harder sell had been Irene, she had enjoyed the compliments she got when at her husband's coaxing she turned the webcam on in a chatroom. I was chatting the first night she turned it on she was wearing a gray ribbed sweater, it was snug in a tasteful way. Bruce had been chatting too, but she was doing the typing. She giggled a lot on cam, you could tell even without sound, and it lit her whole face up. Of course the chatrooms were mostly men pestering her to show something, some tried flattery, some were crass or rude, some like myself were polite and honest when we told her she was beautiful. Weeks went by and the people she liked talking to had migrated to talking to her in conferenced PMs to avoid the dirty pigs in the chatrooms.(not that we weren't pigs) Finally we convinced her to show something. That night she was wearing a blue button down blouse. There were eight of us viewing her, including myself, Frank, and Tom. She was so nervous as she unbuttoned the blouse. Gradually a fairly plain white and light blue bra came into view. She waited for one of us to ask before she slowly opened the shirt and finally even let it fall off her shoulders. In the weeks to follow she became more and more bold, dancing around for us in bra and panties. Bruce would often type for both of them while the camera was trained on Irene, playing around on the couch. Eventually we even had her allowing almost anyone who asked the chance to view her, but would only talk to and acknowledge a few of us. We began to realize that a few of us lived within a half hour of one another. Bruce took a lot more interest at that point, and Frank especially began to grill him a little over what he thought of all of us 'admiring' his wife. Bruce was forthcoming and confessed his intense arousal at how many people could see Irene. She even flashed her bare chest a few times when there weren't too many people watching. Frank kept right on Bruce, and Irene too. Talking about how good she must feel and how hot she was. He would ask Bruce what he thought of other men touching Irene rubbing their hands all over her. 'That would be hot.' He had replied. That night Irene had been wearing a white thong, and a white bra. They were opaque but sheer. Frank laid it on thick, several of us joined in essentially describing things we wanted to do to her. Bruce actually came in his pants just from lightly humping against his trousers. Irene was blushing a lot and squirming around she alternated between sitting in Bruce's lap and standing to sway or spin for us. Finally with Bruce noticeably embarrassed Frank asked Irene if she was wet. She nodded and half giggled half blushed. Frank had asked her to snug her panties against her pussy to test it out. She had, and a visible wet spot had appeared. That night had been a turning point, from there the group had stayed small and fairly intense. Bruce's role became more and more spectator, and we all began really talking dirty to Irene. We began having her beg us to come over and fuck her. It was a game, but Bruce and Irene were into it. Frank even went so far as to convince Irene to make Bruce wear only boxers when they chatted so she would know how aroused he was at the thought of us fucking her. Bruce came in his boxers a lot. Irene although she often squirmed and ran her hands over herself had only allowed herself to actually masturbate to orgasm that one time. It had been two weeks prior to meeting when we actually set the date. Bruce had gotten noticeably REALLY aroused and was touching himself through his boxers. Irene had offered to take him to bed and finish that off. Bruce had replied something to the effect of not letting down the audience. So Irene had sent him to the other room and rubbed herself off for us. Frank opened the door to the back of the Suburban and had Irene, Tom, and Allen slide in back. I sat in the third row behind them and Frank and Bruce sat up front. "So can you believe after all that chatting we're finally really meeting?" Frank asked. We all laughed. "Bruce do you know how bad we want to fuck your wife?" Frank asked Bruce. He seemed taken aback a bit. "I'm sorry." Frank said. "Obviously I'm excited. What I mean is how many nights have we talked about what we would do with Irene, and here we are, finally gonna' see what happens." I leaned up on the seat. Tom and Allen were close up against Irene's bare legs. Each rested a hand on her thigh almost as though she were their armrest. The tips of their fingers were down by the hem of her skirt, although the way she was sitting had caused it to slide up a bit from her knee it was still quite tasteful. "Actually." Frank said, "I'm gonna' dive right in part of going slow is the lead up and I know what makes you two tick." I saw Frank glance in the rearview. "Bruce. Right now your wife Irene is in the backseat with two guys. Does that thought make you hard?" Bruce nodded meekly. "Don't nod Bruce turn around and tell Irene that seeing her with other men makes you hard." Frank teased. "Irene." Bruce said turning towards the center seat. "S-seeing you with other men makes me hard." His face was scarlet. Irene was silent. Tom and Allen kept their hands on the bare skin above her knee. "Do you two ever go out to this type of restaurant?" Frank asked. Bruce shook his head. "Good." Frank said. "Tonight you will not sit with Irene, if an opportunity arises you will introduce us, as your wife and friends from work, make a point of drawing attention to the fact that Irene is your wife. From there what we draw attention to will be up to us, with Irene only allowed to draw the line when she has had enough, or when she feels too uncomfortable to go on." Frank paused and looked at Bruce. We were at a light. "Do you understand?" Bruce nodded meekly. I could hear Irene's breathing increase slightly. "It's a lot different face to face and not on the computer isn't it?" Frank asked rhetorically. A few moments of awkward anticipation and silence later we pulled into the fairly busy lot. We all piled out, and Irene was promptly led in with Frank on her right, Allen behind her, and Tom on her left. Bruce brought up the rear. I walked beside Frank wondering what was in store for Irene and Bruce. Inside there was a twenty-minute wait for a table for six. We were given a pager and directed towards the lounge/bar area. The bar was crowded so we all gathered around the lone empty cocktail table, and ordered drinks. "Bruce." Frank said. "Why don't you order for us?" Frank's tone told Bruce what he expected. The cute little waitress didn't seem to pick up on it. "Alright." Bruce said his voice wavered for a moment. "B-eers?" He asked we all nodded except Irene. "Alright for the guys, Bud's." Bruce said, and then somewhat awkwardly he added, "And Irene...Wine?" Irene nodded. "For, my, wife...A Chablis house is fine." The waitress had definitely picked up on his awkwardness. She looked at Bruce and repeated the order, looking around our motley semi-circle, and settling on Irene. Frank was standing too close to her with his hand across her lower back. She left and Frank kept his arm around Irene. The small talk began...we talked about work and what we did and the conversation was fairly inane. Meanwhile I watched Frank continue his light contact. As we waited for the table Frank would rest his free hand around the small of Irene's back occasionally moving his hand around to rest on her hip on the far side. It was minor, but an intimate touch nonetheless. His fingers occasionally played lightly along the line of where her pelvic bone would be as though he were feeling for the waistband of her thong through her skirt. We got a table. It was a large round one in a corner. Irene of course found herself in the middle, with Frank and Allen flanking her. I was on one of the outside edges on the other was Bruce, with Tom between Bruce and Frank. A new waitress came over and we ordered some food, and more wine and beers. Frank asked me if I minded driving, I told him that I didn't and opted for a soda instead of a third beer. (Don't' drive drunk folks!) While we waited for the food Frank began to push...slowly at first again. Sitting beside Irene he ran his fingers through her hair and trailed a finger down her cheek and across her lips. She shivered. "Bruce, Irene is truly lovely. I cannot wait to undress her." Frank said. "Irene you are a very sexy woman. You deserve to have your body worshipped and ravished." He then looked at Bruce, but spoke to Irene. "I'd like to unbutton a button or two on that blouse." He wasn't exactly asking and didn't wait for an answer. As he brought his hands across Irene's chest and unbuttoned first her top then her second button he looked from her to Bruce and back, studying their responses. When the two buttons were undone Irene's blouse which when buttoned was tastefully conservative showed not quite cleavage, but a hint at the swell of breast that lay hidden beneath it. "That's nice." Allen said chiming in. Bruce nodded silently. Irene was looking for his reaction. He looked like a deer in the headlights, knowing it was wrong, but not wanting it to stop. "I think maybe one more button." Tom said. "What do you think Bruce, should Irene expose a little bit more?" Now it was Bruce's turn to look questioningly at Irene. "I'm sure that they'll tell us if we go too far." Frank said, as he reached up and undid the third button. Irene's cleavage was now visible...about an inch of deep well supported canyon, then a hint of bright red lace. Once undone he gently tugged the shirt apart the bright red lace contrasted just enough with the much deeper cranberry of the blouse that one's eyes were instantly drawn to it. Irene blushed a little and looked down at herself. "Oh my." She said, and her cheeks filled with color. "You like this don't you?" Frank asked. Irene was silent. "This is just like on the computer. You love that men want so badly to see more of you when you are on the computer, it gives you some power, makes you feel sexy. I bet if I ran a finger under your panties I'd find you dripping wet." Frank whispered to her. "I think you should do it yourself, but not right this minute. I am going to touch your panties though. I've been dying to for so long. I'll be good I promise." Frank then slid his hand under the table. Irene leaned back slightly allowing him space. As she did we could see that Frank had slipped a hand under her skirt, which had been pushed up considerably. "You're inner thigh is so soft Irene, could you spread your legs a bit more." Frank said. "I can feel the frilly edge of your panties where they curve down along you leg, right beside your pussy. Can you believe where I'm touching you right now? Right in front of your husband." "No." Irene said it came out in a single hushed breath, but we all heard it. Irene shut her eyes momentarily. "Roll your hips forward." Frank said. "There I just ran my finger down one edge to where your wife's panties turn into a thong, then back up the other side. My fingers brushed the bulge of her lips it's very warm and...humid under there." Frank said looking at Bruce. He slowly slid his hand out dragging his fingers along Irene's inner thigh. For an instant I saw a flash of red as Irene gently shut her legs, she was breathing slow and heavy. She started to adjust her skirt, but Frank placed his hand over hers. "Leave it disheveled." He said. We all turned as the waitress approached with a massive tray of food. As the food was laid down if the waitress picked up on any of the sexual tension making the air thick she didn't let on, a few moments later we were eating and I had a coke on the way. When my coke arrived, it was brought by a male waiter, instead of our previous waitress. He nonchalantly ogled the now lacy bra and cleavage Irene was displaying, while asking if we needed anything else. After he left we all snickered a little. "Why Irene I do believe that young man came over just to check you out." Allen said. He patted her upper thigh, which was delightfully exposed by her bunched up skirt. "So soft." He said gently rubbing her thigh. He then slid his hand under her skirt. Irene paused with a forkful of dinner perched inches from her lips. "Part your legs a bit." Allen said. Irene gently opened her legs then gasped slightly. A moment later Allen pulled his hand back out. Irene put the fork in her mouth. "Bruce I just slid my finger under your wife's panties and along the lips of her pussy. She is soaking wet. Would you care to smell?" Allen said extending his hand across the table his index finger sticking obscenely out. The table went utterly silent, Allen's finger was perhaps six inches from Bruce's face. Bruce swallowed hard and looked quickly around the table, be it for support or the go ahead I'll never know. Either way everyone at the table Irene included just seemed to be waiting for him to do it. Slowly and stiffly Bruce leaned every so slightly forward and inhaled deeply. "Smell familiar?" Frank asked. Bruce nodded. "What does it smell like?" Frank asked. "I want you to tell me." "It smells like my wife." Bruce said. "When we got to your house I noticed your wife was wearing a delightful perfume." Frank said. "I get the feeling you don't mean Irene's perfume, I want you to tell us all EXACTLY what it smells like." Frank said. "It smells like Irene's..." Bruce hesitated, seeming to struggle with a careful choice of wording. "Pussy." He finally said, but very quietly. "Oh my god..." Irene said quietly. For a few long moments we all ate, sort of letting it sink in. "Can I get anyone anything else?" Our waitress asked. She had kind of crept up on us. We all ordered another drink, declined desert, and Frank asked for the check. As we waited for the drinks and check to arrive, Frank half turned to face Irene. "Alright Irene moment of truth here, unless you tell us to back off, we're all going to ride back to your house and when we go inside I know I speak for every man at this table when I say we want to fuck you VERY badly." He put his hand on her thigh and pulled it closer to himself causing her legs to spread slightly. He then began to gently rub up and down from the inside of her knee almost to her crotch very slowly. Irene began to breath heavy again. "I think at this point we all know that even if you're nervous that you're enjoying this. We all know from talking to you that you and Bruce are submissive, and you love being wanted. So knowing that you both want to be made to do things unless you specifically say no, we're going to proceed, and I think in all likelihood we will all be fucking you tonight, while Bruce watches." Frank said. The waitress was back with the drinks and had caught the tail end of the conversation. Irene Progresses Ch. 01 The waitress and Irene were both equally red in the cheeks. Frank never stopped caressing Irene's thigh gently holding her leg open. The waitress had to have a full view of Irene's crotch and red lace panties. "Here's your check." The waitress said as she had placed all the drinks on the table already. She was trying with everything she had to play off that it wasn't happening and not gawk at the display in front of her. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." Frank said to the waitress. "This is Bruce and Irene, we've all been talking on-line for sometime, and we finally talked them into sharing Irene with us, she's a really sexual person and wants to try something new." Irene's cast her eyes down, she was outright squirming in her seat. "It's ok." The waitress said. "Are you all set?" She asked motioning to a few of the empty plates. "We are." Tome and Allen said almost in unison. The waitress began to gather up the plates. She kept glancing between Irene's legs. "Hard to look away isn't it, like a train wreck, or something you don't see every day." Frank said very casually. The waitress nodded a little and laughed nervously. "Before we go, do you think we should unbutton more of her blouse? Irene is aroused at being shown off?" Frank asked the waitress. "You're asking me?" The waitress asked. "Yeah, we're leaving you a huge tip for being so calm with strange shit going on, so I figured I'd see if you wanted to have a say in things, I will unbutton as much of Irene's blouse as you think is necessary to really turn her on, then we'll leave so you or the restaurant won't get into trouble." Frank asked. Something about his demeanor and the way he addressed people seemed to hook people into conversations that they would've long ago excused themselves out of. The waitress had finished gathering the trays and was frozen trying to figure out what to say. "I think you should unbutton it down to her belly." The waitress finally whispered. I saw Irene tense up out of the corner of my eye. Frank handed the waitress the check and a wad of money. "That's all set." Frank said. "Allen would you please unbutton Irene's top a little more. While Frank continued to rub her thigh, Allen began undoing buttons, not stopping until we could all see Irene's little belly button. He then pushed the shoulders back exposing Irene's entire bra right at the table. The lace was sexy and her small hard nipples were clearly visible through it. "Wow." The waitress said half giggling and quickly walked off. A moment later we were all up and heading for the door. Irene was in a daze her shirt pulled open her bra and hard nipples exposed for all to see. We were across the lot and into Frank's truck quickly. This time it was me driving, and Bruce up front. Frank, Allen and Tom all piled into the back, Frank in the middle, and pulled Irene in on top of them across all their laps. Irene lay half sitting with her bum in Frank's lap, her feet between Tom's knees, and her head back on Allen's shoulder. "Oh god." Irene said as Frank pulled her skirt up and began to rub her pussy through her panties. I looked back as I started the truck. Allen quickly undid the snap in the front of her bra exposing her bare chest to Bruce and I and began to rub and knead her full breasts. "Bruce I think you're wife is REALLY horny now." Frank said. "Irene, we are going to ravage you now you are so sexy thank you for giving yourself to us." "Uhnnn." Irene half grunted half moaned as Frank pushed a finger past her panties and into her. I began driving, I could hear Irene moaning softly as Frank fingered her in the back. The ride was very short and all too soon we were in the driveway. Frank started to stop so they could go inside. "No." Irene gasped, "I'm close." "Really?" Frank asked. I had put the truck in drive and looked back to see Irene bawdily spread across the three men, her legs open, and her panties rudely pushed aside. Her breasts were almost covered by Allen's big hands. "Please yes." Irene begged. Frank's hand moved a little. "Oh god..." Irene said. "Are you our dirty little slut?" Frank asked. He stopped rubbing again. "Please yes." Irene begged. With his free hand Frank reached past Tom and opened the car door. He then continued rubbing. "MMM MMM MMM" Irene grunted as Frank now pushed two fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "You shouldn't hold this back anymore, you should be a slut more often." Frank said. Irene began to come her body tensed and her legs spasmed. She moaned long and hard. Then we were all standing in the driveway Irene was still twitching being held up by Allen. Her breasts were glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight. "Bruce go open the front door." Frank said. Then he pushed off Irene's blouse and Bra. There in the driveway Tom unzipped her skirt in the back and it came off too. She stood between the four of us in just her panties, which were still on crooked. Her wispy pubic hair was a stark contrast to her bikini white skin in the dimness of the driveway. "Ask us to come in and fuck you." Frank said. "Come in and fuck me." Irene said. I scanned the other houses in the neighborhood for faces in windows and wasn't surprised to see a few. I saw three for sure maybe five if the shadows weren't plants or something. Irene and Bruce had just started a gossip train. I watched Irene walk haltingly into the open front door and followed, amazed by what I had seen so far, and excited by what I knew I was about to. Once inside the living room Frank immediately grabbed hold of Irene and wrapping his arms around her kissed her long and hard I could see his tongue pushing into her mouth. At first Irene looked a little stiff, then her arms hesitantly went around Frank's shoulders and she began to kiss back. Frank meanwhile grabbed hold of Irene's ass one hand engulfing each cheek. He gently squeezed and then pulled them apart. I watched raptly as the edges of her wrinkled anus appeared at the edge of her thong then disappeared as he released her cheeks. They kissed like that for a minute or so then Frank gently pushed her away and towards Allen. "Your turn Allen." Frank said. Irene was quicker to wrap her arms around Allen. He wrapped one arm around her back and the other he brought up to her breast. He began kissing her neck and made his way up to her ear then down to her mouth. Irene moaned as he left her lips and brought his mouth to one of her nipples, gently kissing it, then lifting her breast and planting kisses all along the underside. After about a minute he released her quickly and spun her towards Tom. "Hey Tom, Irene's all warmed up for you!" Frank said. Tom immediately grabbed her kissing her deeply on the mouth. His hands roamed from her breasts where he squeezed them firmly, his fingers playing over her nipples, which he pinched lightly and pulled up on. Irene gasped around his mouth, and you could see his tongue probing inside her. He then slid his hands around and slid his fingers down the crack of her ass. Gently parting her cheeks. He traced her buttonhole with one finger. "I think it's time to take these off." Tom said hooking his finger under her thong. "What do you think Irene?" "MMmm yes..." Irene gasped, she was squirming and writhing in his arms. "Are you going to be our dirty slut for the night." Tom asked, gently pulling the thong out away from her ass and beginning to ease it down. "Oh god, did you just call me a slut?" Irene asked. Her voice was soft, and she seemed ashamed. "You're almost naked in your own living room, making out with three guys while your husband watches, and you're so horny, you're willing to do whatever we say. You are our slut for the night and I would love to hear you say it." Tom said, her panties were now over her ass, tom's face was inches from Irene's. "Please..." Irene begged, the panties were slipping down her gorgeous legs. Tome took a step back and we all admired her total nudity. She stood with her legs about eight inches apart her red panties pooled at her ankles. Her left hand over a breast her right gently tracing lines on her flat tummy. "Say it." Frank said. Irene looked from us to Bruce who was standing by the stairs a dab of pre-come on the front of his Dockers. She then looked back at us, and promptly lowered her gaze. "I will be your...slut for the night." She whispered. Then Frank, Tom, and Allen descended on her. They lifted her and she was on the couch, Allen had his face between her legs, Frank was licking and kissing her Breasts, and Tom had undone his pants and his hard cock, which was fat and fairly long was bobbing beside her face. Irene looked at it the craned her head to kiss the tip, taking the head of it into her mouth. I pulled up the easy chair and sat down to watch the torrid spectacle unfold before my eyes. Bruce stood mesmerized for the first few minutes watching as his wife's ravishment commenced. Before long her nose was pressed into Tom's pubic hair, and Allen was sliding his cock into her freshly licked pussy. Frank got his cock out as well and Irene began to alternate between tome and Frank's cock. They decided to all fuck her a little before anyone actually came. So they disrobed as they took turns fucking her. She was clearly enthralled by the three very different cocks alternating their way into her pussy. Her wispy light brown pubic hair was soon matted with sweat and a mixture of pre-come and her own wetness. Finally Frank on his third time between her legs through gritted teeth proclaimed that he was gonna' come. Then his ass tensed up and he drove hard and deep inside of her. I looked away for some reason only to see Bruce now naked masturbating. When I looked back Irene was panting having cum at the same time, and Allen was taking Frank's place. Allen pushed aside any style or rhythm and began fucking Irene hard. Her breasts were bouncing furiously and she was half moaning half screaming in a mixture of ecstasy and excitement. As he came and her head stopped bouncing Frank stuck his still softening member in Irene's face. "This is a little messy, but I'm sure it's delicious slut, would you like to taste it?" Frank asked as Allen half slumped over Irene's sweaty naked form. Irene rolled her head towards Frank and Frank brushed the sloppy head of his cock across her lips. Irene opened her mouth and used her tongue to lift Frank's almost flaccid cock so she could begin sucking it clean. Meanwhile Allen backed out from between Irene's legs. Like a train wreck my eyes were drawn to her thoroughly fucked crotch and there I saw a gaping, puffy lipped orifice with thick gobs of cum leaking out down into the crack of her ass, and pooling on the leather sofa beneath her. There were smears of it caked in her now matted pubic hair having been vigorously fucked out by Allen moments ago. Before I could draw my eyes away Tom who probably had the largest cock of the three stepped between Irene's legs and began fucking her. Off to my right Bruce came grunting and making a mess on the floor. The act of coming seemed to lower his arousal at what was going on, because I heard him mumble something along the lines of 'dear god', or 'oh something'. Then he was gone retreating upstairs as his wife continued to be fucked hard, by now the third man of the night. "I don't think your husband can take anymore tonight." Frank said. He pulled his cock out of her mouth allowing her head to bounce with the fucking she was getting. "What about you?" Frank's cock was hard again. "Uhhhh-nnnnn d-ohhhhhhn't s---tttt---op." Irene gasped between thrusts. Then she came again. You could tell by how she curled her legs up to place her heels almost on the back of Tom's thighs. That seemed to do it for Tom, because he came long and hard also cumming deep inside Irene's pussy. Allen now wanted his cock cleaned as well, and Irene seemed happy to oblige. "How does it taste?" Allen asked as she slurped and licked the cum and pussy juice from his dick. "Good." Irene breathed. Tom was done coming and just stayed pushed deep inside her. "How does it feel to be cleaning my filthy cock, while another man is buried in your gorgeous pussy?" Allen asked. Irene shut her eyes and sucked in a breath as Allen talked to her so nastily. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck her or at least have her suck you off?" Frank asked me, I hadn't realized he had come over to stand beside me. I looked over and his mostly hard cock was swaying lazily from side to side I looked away and laughed at the surrealism of the scene before me. "No!" I said. "I'm actually just enjoying watching the experience." I said and it was true, I was bearing witness to acts of depravity that few ever encounter. "Well if you decide to rub one out you should at least cum on her, I think she'd like it. I'm gonna' go find Bruce he shouldn't be missing this." Frank said and trotted upstairs, his cock bouncing against his belly. While Frank was gone Irene was taking turns licking Tom and Allen's cock. Her pussy was a virtual swamp with cum seeping liberally out of it. "Look at that pussy." Tom said. "You are a sloppy whore right now Irene." He said. Irene stopped slurping cock long enough to look down. "Are you still sensitive?" Tom asked. He reached down and hooked a finger near the top of her lips probably brushing her clit and she jumped and moaned. "Yep." Tom and Allen said in Unison. "You need more fucking?" Allen asked. Irene nodded, seeming to suck more fervently the nastier she was spoken to. "Beg us to fuck you more." Allen said, and pulled his cock from her mouth. "Please." Irene said. "Please what?" Tom asked. "Please fuck me more." Irene said. "We need your pussy cleaned up a bit first." Allen said. "Should we make your husband do it?" Irene's body tensed. "Yeah you know what we mean. Bruce shot his load and went upstairs, it's only fair that he help clean you up so we can fuck you some more, Bruce has mentioned that he loves to go down on you. You have to tell him to do it when he gets back down here." Irene looked stunned. There was a creak on the stairs and there was Frank and Bruce, Bruce walking ahead. They were both naked. "Irene do you have something to tell your husband?" Tom asked. "Oh my god." Bruce said seeing the condition his lovely wife was in. "Bruce honey." Irene whispered her voice cracked at the end. "What?" Bruce asked. "You need to clean me up so they can keep fucking me." Irene whispered. "What...?" Bruce whispered. His tone showing that he knew. "You need to lick my pussy clean." Irene said. "It's too messy to fuck and I want more sex." Irene said. Bruce's cock began to rise again. He tried to shake his head, but let Frank nudge him forward and guide him to his knees between his wife's legs. There was a moment where everyone was looking down into the space between Irene's pussy and Bruce's face, then he stuck his tongue out and Frank used his knee to push Bruce's face forward. Although slow at first in a few moments Bruce was licking and sucking for all he was worth and resigned to the task with fervor and enjoyment. Irene came grabbing Bruce's head. Frank leaned in and whispered something in Irene's ear. "Don't miss any." Irene said devilishly, and lifted her hips up rolling them forward. Bruce lowered his head and obediently began to lick and clean the cum that had settled into her puckered anus. Once clean they moved Irene to the bedroom and the second round started in earnest. Frank decided he wanted to fuck her ass, and she was quickly double penetrated. Bruce was now being ordered to move in for close-ups and was sheepishly dancing around following orders. I watched for another hour or so, but finally left when everyone's energy began to ebb. They were all laying in the king sized bed. Bruce had been sent to sleep on the couch. They were all lazily feeling Irene's well-used body up and telling her that from now on, she would have to be more sexual all the time. They said they'd help. They asked where she worked. As I was leaving she was telling them about the weekly after hours dinner that her department had. She had never gone before. It sounded like that was about to change. As I walked across the living room I looked at Bruce, his head was craned trying to hear snippets of what they were saying upstairs he was slowly stroking himself, alone in his living room. "Bruce! Bring us some water!" Irene called hoarsely from upstairs. "Then come and sleep on the floor up here, I don't want you to miss anything honey." I slipped out into the driveway got into my car and drove home. I would e-mail everyone in the morning to find out if I had missed anything.