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Passion and Lust Lost Ch. 01

By: foobus



Jimmy came into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, sat down at the table and asked, "Can I join you, Jill? How are you today?"

"Please. It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Jimmy? I'm going to get out and enjoy it while we still can," she said setting her coffee down on the Sunday paper strewn about the table. Sunlight was streaming through the windows and skylights on a bright crisp autumn day lending credibility to her claim. Jimmy is one of her husband's closer friends and a frequent visitor to their home. He's a very average guy but better than average, he is a very nice guy. Most enjoyable about him was that he never hit or came on to her, except for the last time he was here, but that was different. "I guess you're here for the ballgame, huh?"

"Well you know. Billy's got the best television setup for the six of us. Our places wouldn't be as comfortable. I hope you don't mind our camping out here every Sunday afternoon."

"Not at all, as long as you guys continue chipping in for the beer and munchies, and clean up afterwards it's not an imposition at all. Frankly, I like the opportunity it gives me to do my own thing."

"Speaking of Sunday afternoons and doing your own thing, are you okay with last Sunday? I mean, it was extraordinary."

"I haven't really thought it through. Billy and I haven't talked about it much so I can't give you an answer. To tell you the truth, it's all kind of personal and I'm not sure I would answer you if I could, maybe another time. Now, go enjoy the game." Jill returned to the paper and sipped her coffee. After a moment she looked up and out the windows. The leaves had started to turn but she wasn't looking at them. She was deep in thought. Lost in her thoughts she uncrossed her legs and with her other hand caressed herself as an indulgent smile broke across her face. She put her coffee down and used both hands to push herself back. Standing up she smoothed her sweater, put the coffee mug on the counter and turned to the family room. Passing through all the men got to their feet saying "Yes" when she asked if it was going to be a good game. Turning to Billy she said, "I'm going out for a few hours" and to the others said, "See'ya fellas." She left the room to a chorus of "Bye, Jill."

Looking Back

Over the next several Sundays each of the group took an opportunity to seek her out and make small talk that always included a question or two about that infamous game day. The guys never discussed it at any of the cookouts, dinners or nights on the town they had with their wives. Slowly, over time though, idle gossip among the wives became a staple of their conversation. Who was the woman? Who were the guys? Just exactly what had happened?

Initially, Jill feigned ignorance before joining the speculation and taking pains to never reveal any of the truth, the truth that she was the woman and their husbands were the 'guys.' While this was going on her reaction changed from panic and paranoia at being found out to mild amusement. The indignation expressed by the spouses changed over time, as well, to curiosity and finally, grudging admiration for the mystery woman. All the while she and Billy had never come to grips with the events that led up to that memorable day and its consequences. They needed to because things were different now.

Quite apart from their circle of friends, Jill had her own and at least one of them was a confidant, Angela, from whom few secrets were withheld. It was through these channels that what sketchy details and a general outline of what had happened emerged into a larger circle. Soon the story propagated like a virus until it was the talk of the town, so to speak. Actually, there were many stories. Variations on a theme that result from distortions arising from many retellings, elaborations that had no basis in fact, and misunderstood gossip were rampant. It soon became apparent to Jill that there was little chance that the events and participants would never be sorted out and she would remain anonymous. It was at that point her paranoia became amusement and, just to have a little fun, she decided to add further chatter to the web (of intrigue) by suggesting details of her own, real and imagined. It became a game after a while.

About this time Billy and Jill seriously broached the topic trying to understand the gangbang's origin, and what it meant to them and their relationship. Several weeks had passed since that day giving each opportunity to turn events over in their minds and think about what it meant. It was clear that even though Jill had fucked five guys that day (Billy had not participated but had been present throughout) she was not the one most affected by it. It seems to have been a classic case of 'be careful of what you wish for.' Billy had fantasized about his wife being sexually satisfied beyond what was possible with only one or two partners. It would be easy to conclude his motivation was voyeuristic, a compulsion to share his wife with others to validate his choice of mate and her desirability, or a perverse act to demonstrate his control of her or her of him.

In fact, doubts about himself and his ability to satisfy her needs were the real motivation. Assessing himself to be an adequate lover at best there was no doubt in his mind that his lack of sophistication in bed and knowledge of female sexuality had denied Jill greater levels of satisfaction and gratification than he was capable of providing. What knowledge he did have in general and Jill in particular was, try as he might, not enough to bring her to a state of sexual euphoria. Even if he could it would not be practical to think he could do so on an ongoing basis. But he was sure she should experience it at least once so that fully informed she could decide for herself what she wanted. His other motivation was to have her fully satisfied. When aroused she would always want more than he could give. So much more that he doubted any one man could meet her demands and it would take several to fully satisfy her. In more crass terms, he felt he could not provide the quantity and quality of sex her fully awakened self might demand. In the past when lust and passion masked these concerns he was confident her needs were being met. Now, he was no longer sure.

Jill had come to their marriage sexually experienced. Perhaps a better way to assess her prowess is to say that she was not naive. She even admitted to having participated in a mŽnage a trios with two men on at least one occasion, and a man and a woman on another. Her motivations at the time had been curiosity and youthful excitement that comes from experimenting with forbidden behavior. It never really became a staple of her sex life. Since her marriage seven years ago sex had only been with Billy. He was capable of satisfying her and had, on occasion, taken her to toe curling levels of pleasure. All in all, she thought her life was full and rich, and had no desire to seek out new and possibly exciting experiences. That is until Billy started working on her.

On more than one occasion Billy had raised the possibility of expanding their sex life to offset the slow but persistent loss of passion. More often than not and with increasing frequency the spouse's role, that is the one that hadn't initiated the sex, was to see that the other was satisfied. They almost never were mutually spontaneous in their love making anymore. Their encounters had devolved into pure sex. When they had sex it was to satisfy a need. Oh, there was love involved but it now took the form of selflessly making sure the other was fulfilled. Lust and passion were a thing of the past. She could live with that. He didn't want to.

Never wanting to refuse him out of hand Jill always listened and discussed his thoughts with him. Over time she came to understand his point of view and had to acknowledge their relationship had become one of routine, familiarity, comfort and security, and their feelings toward each other were no longer sparked by lust or passion. Perhaps they had changed and the hormones needed to excite them were becoming harder and harder to produce. Were they falling out of love? Neither thought so. Maybe love itself becomes redefined over time?

Bringing another into their bed to infuse passion and lust was an option. By Billy's reasoning adding an experienced and talented partner to their sex might address his 'quality' concerns but did not provide the 'quantity' he thought was needed to completely satisfy a fully aroused Jill. She had never given adding a sex partner to their 'love making' any thought prior to his mentioning it. Well, at least not since they've been married. He left open the question of whether it should be a man or woman and, if it were a woman, would he expect to share her as well? When all the possibilities were considered it became too complex to think through. Too complex, at least, at this point in their metamorphosis from the safe harbor of their existing sex life to an as yet, undefined state.

The alternative was to include multiple partners where at least one was a master of his craft. In other words, a talented gangbang was needed. This possibility raised at least as many questions as the addition of a single partner, but they seemed easier to answer. Initially Jill was strongly opposed but truth be told, a gangbang had once been a fantasy of hers. And, those times when she took on two men were almost gangbangs, weren't they? It would be disingenuous of her not to consider being in a real one given her history.

Over time, the possibility of a multiple partner 'encounter' and the planning needed to pull it off was discussed, but always in the hypothetical. To Jill it was fantasy. To Billy it was a step toward reality. He was convinced that this was the right thing to do for Jill.

While helping Jill orgasm one Friday night Billy slipped into a role-play of different partners. He hadn't planned it that way but soon realized that it could blur the line between fantasy and reality. The prospects excited him and it quickly changed from a spontaneous act to one more premeditated. Using a variety of techniques, voices and dialogue for each he tried to create a mental image for Jill where several men were fucking her. To his delight he found Jill reacting differently to each 'personality.'

He wasn't sure if Jill's successful completion of a demanding task at work that afternoon, the wine they had at dinner, or his soliciting and attending to her needs caused her to be so responsive but, whatever it was, she was quickly aroused and to a level they rarely achieved. His role-playing kept her there and, playing her like a fiddle, he took her on a ride.

In the midst of their having good sex Jill said, 'Ooooh, Billy, this is wonderful. Don't stop."

"Billy's gone. He couldn't keep up the pace. He asked me to fill in for him. Here try this. Does this work for you?"

Startled, Jill opened her eyes while responding to a different rhythm, movement and voice. Seeing it was still Billy she closed her eyes and responded in role, "Ooooh, Mister, I don't know who you are but whatever you're doing, you're doing it right. Billy never does this to me. I wish he would. It's wonderful. Who are you?"

"I'm Tim, one of Billy's friends. After he told us about you I got in line. I couldn't wait to sink my dick into your pussy. He's right; you are tight as hell and really enjoy this. Here, roll over and ride me."

"Do you like this better? I can squeeze your cock better when I'm on top. What are you doing to my tits? My nipples get real sensitive when I'm hot. Be careful. OW! That hurts. Hey, go easy. OW! Ow. Oow. Oh. Oh, oh. Ooooh. OOOOH! Wow. No one ever treated me this rough before. I like it. Don't stop. Hey, you're not Tim."

"No. I'm Damon but tonight I'm your master." Damon's' voice was lower and more harsh than Tim's. His movements and touch were not subtle. They were rough. "You will call me Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

'Damon' lightly slapped her face and corrected her, "Yes, Master."

Startled but not hurt, and still enjoying being in role Jill answered, "Yes, Master" and instinctively lowered her eyes.

"Good, you know enough not to look at me when answering. The only time I want to see your eyes is when I penetrate you. Now, get off me, slide down and pleasure my cock. But, whatever you do, don't let me cum. If you do you will be punished. If I cum make sure you swallow it all. If so much as one drop falls from your mouth there will be more punishment. Remember, each punishment will be worse than the last."

Jill had never been submissive before. She had always been as aggressive as her husband in the past but this was exciting and increased the intensity of her responses. Without pausing to consider the consequences she thought to test her 'Master' to see what would happen.

She lovingly kissed, licked and sucked his cock. Every so often she would take one of his testicles into her mouth and use her tongue to roll it around in its sack. Sucking strongly she would pull back until it overcame her resistance and freed itself from her mouth with a satisfying 'pop.'

While spreading his pre-cum over her cheeks and lips with his cock she felt his testicles withdraw and his scrotum contract. Quickly sinking his cock into her mouth until she could take no more she furiously stroked what remained behind and sucked for all she was worth until he exploded, shooting his cum down her throat. As his spasms died away she pulled her head back tasting the cum he was still shooting until his cock was free of her. She still held and continued to milk his cock. The last of his cum fell on her eyes. It was a good thing because she wasn't able to see his hand coming toward her.

He slapped her and then backhanded her face. It stung but not enough to injure her. Shocked, she jerked back putting her hands to her cheeks, wiped her eyes clear of his cum and looked at him questioning. He had never struck her before! "What did I tell you? I wasn't supposed to cum. Worse, after making me cum you didn't swallow it all! Now, get off the bed and lay across my lap."

Jill backed away from her 'Master' and stood at the foot of the bed with her eyes downcast. He got up and crawled to the side putting his feet on the floor. "Come over here!" Standing next to him he roughly pulled her onto his lap, his dick pressing into her stomach. "Hold your hands behind your back. Don't move or speak or, so help me God, I'll beat you till you pass out." The first blow was more of a ranging shot to firm up his aim. She could feel his dick harden and press into her stomach. With that he rained down a series of blows that, while not as hard as he was capable, stung and caused her to jerk. Barely able to maintain her position and keep her mouth shut the spanking continued until her eyes watered and he tired. "There, I hope you've learned a lesson. Next time I won't be so lenient. You will serve the remainder of your punishment by curling up on the floor and staying there until I return. Use that time wisely. Search within yourself to confirm your submissiveness to me."

"Yes, Master."

Lying on the floor in a fetal position Jill reviewed the events of the last few moments. Certainly she was startled by his treatment. She had never experienced anything like it before. Sure, both sets of her cheeks burned but not intolerably so. The afterglow of their abuse was warm adding to the comfort and pleasure she got from bringing her 'Master' to climax. She concluded she enjoyed the experience and what it did for her sexual arousal. This role-playing and variety of partners was fun and stimulating. She would tell Billy they should do this more often. It was the best sex she had had in a long time.

Sometime later, Billy returned, not as her master but as Wally, a meek and unskilled lover. Oh, good she thought. Someone I can dominate! And so it went until Billy ran out of personalities. By the end of the evening both were exhausted. Billy had cum three times, Jill many more than that.

"Just imagine if all those guys were real! Then I could go from one hard cock to another. I need never come down off my high! I'm just now beginning to understand the argument you've been making all this time. Maybe this is something I need to take seriously."

With that, planning for a gangbang began in earnest. There was much to consider: friends and acquaintances, or not, where, when, should women be included, how should it be staged, should they record it, what was Billy's role, and so on? But the planning was not a firm commitment to proceed. That took more time and thought.

Months passed with Billy's one-man gangbang becoming a frequent part of their sex life. With each renewal it became less and less a fantasy and more and more like practice. Neither could point to the day it transitioned from make believe to the real thing but discussion about it was no longer predicated with an 'if' but was now a 'when.' Finally, Billy told Jill he wanted to do this. All that was needed was her wanting it too. She did.

The Bang

Whenever a casual group of men get together with any regularity women will inevitably become part of their conversation. It was during one of those times that Billy raised the question, "Do you think any of our wives are getting it on the side?" There was a stunned silence. This was new ground and potentially dangerous ground for them. Not all marriages are made in heaven but no one likes to air their problems in public.

"Look guys, I'm not accusing anyone of anything so calm down and cool off. Its just that I read this week that 2/3s of wives are unfaithful. The article didn't say how often or with whom, just that 67% were getting it on the side; husbands to a lesser extent. That means that four of our six wives have, are or will fuck around. It's the world we live in so it's best to acknowledge it. Better that than being without a clue or in denial."

As could be expected, his remarks set off a firestorm of comments. Some took very strong positions saying their wives were and always had been faithful. Of course, the counter argument was would they remain so? With those few exceptions the rest started speculating on the possibilities.

The conversation wove itself around Billy's question eventually landing on asking if their wives had ever come on to one of them. The responses were mixed as they were revealing. One of the 'guys' pointed out that flirtatious behavior could be just that and nothing more. By this time the football game had started but no one turned it on.

Of course, Billy had an ulterior motive in starting this discussion so he moved it along by asking, "Have any of you come on to any of our wives?" There was an instantaneous denial by everyone. As intended, the question incited more and sometimes animated conversation. Each was shouting down the others to make their denial. All except one, Joe.

"Funny that this should come up. I'm assuming Mary and my marriage is no different than most. It has its ups and downs. One down, perhaps the worst, happened when she was really mad at me over something and, out of spite, told me that she had slept with one of my friends. There's no way to tell if she made that up out of thin air just to hurt me or if she is one of the 2/3s. She wouldn't tell me who but since you guys are my best friends I have to assume that if it happened it's one of you. And, whoever you are, she said it was good. Again, maybe she added that to hurt me whether it was true or real, or not. Just goes to show how far spouses can go to hurt one another."

Everyone responded sympathetically sparking a new round of lively speculation and discussion. Thinking everyone had progressed to the point he was looking for, Billy dropped the bomb. "You know, Jill and I don't have any problems. Well, what we do have are trivial and don't count in this discussion. But, we do have concerns about our sex life. After seven years of marriage the magic has gone out of our sex. Those among you that have been married that long know exactly what I'm talking about. We think we have a solution that doesn't involve us being unfaithful to the other, at least not in a conventional sense, that I'd like to bounce off you guys. But, before I do you should know that we have thoroughly discussed this and she knows what I'm about to say and to whom." With that preamble Billy had everyone's attention. The game still hadn't been turned on. You could hear a pin drop.


Passion and Lust Lost Ch. 01



"I want to organize a gangbang for Jill with you guys. It would take place here on a game day. No one need know before or after except us and her." There was a stunned silence. Slowly comments expressing disbelief emerged that led to inquiries into the details. No one said no. After 15 minutes or so laying out Billy and Jill's plan there seemed to be genuine interest on all parts. As the questions wore down Billy dropped the next bomb, "Jill's upstairs. I've asked her to come down at the appropriate time to confirm everything I've said. Before I get her I need to lay down the ground rules. I don't want any questions or comments that would embarrass her. Don't ask about any of the details. I'll handle those when she's out of the room."

With their consent, Billy brought Jill downstairs. When she met the guys she looked and acted as she always did. Considering the circumstances that was quite remarkable and was not lost on them. No one wanted to go first so Billy said, "Jill, I just told the guys about our plan to have a gangbang. Under the best of circumstances our request would be unbelievable. So, if you would, please tell them your thoughts and your desire to do this."

"Hi, guys. Billy and I have talked this over at length and are in full agreement. I want a gangbang. After much discussion we concluded having it with you would be best. The reasons are practical and simple. Knowing each of you gives me assurance that none of you will take advantage or hurt me. Knowing you and your wives also assures me that we can keep this to ourselves. Finally, doing it on a game day would be a perfect cover."

Again, there was a stunned silence.

Finally, Joe asked, "Have you and Billy ever done this before? I mean, this is huge."

"No. I've never participated in a gangbang before, with or without Billy. He'll have to speak for himself."

"No, I've never been in a gangbang either, with or without Jill. How about you guys? Any experience here we could tap into?" None was offered. "That's pretty remarkable considering you all belonged to fraternities in college."

Jimmy asked, "Jill, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Jimmy, yes, I do but let me make a point. After our curiosities are satisfied, if you can't think of me as the same Jill you knew before, then I want to give this further thought. Just remember, I will not have changed. I'll still be Billy's wife with all that that entails. The only thing different will be the scope of my experience. If you'll excuse me, I want to make some coffee. Maybe I'll lace it with come Irish whiskey and cream."

With that she went to the kitchen. The men continued asking questions and hammering out the details. With Jill's declaration the skeptical and somber mood of the group became lighthearted and excited. In the midst of this Jimmy got up and left the room. Coming out of the bathroom he approached Jill and asked, again, "Jill, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Jimmy I'm very sure. It's just like you to come in here and ask me that when it's just the two of us." With that she got closer to him and taking his face in her hands reached up gave him a peck on the cheek. Still holding his face she gave him a warm smile and said, "Just to make sure that you understand, come here." He tentatively stepped closer. She dropped one of her hands behind his head and pulled him toward her giving him a kiss on the lips as her other hand reached down and grabbed his crotch. After a long sensuous kiss, massaging his awakening cock all the while, she pulled back and said, "I am so looking forward to fucking you, dear sweet Jimmy." With that she gave his cock one last squeeze and a rub and backed away. "You'll see, everything will be all right. I hope you'll still think kindly of me afterwards."

It was decided to have the gangbang the following weekend. All the men agreed that none of them would discuss it beforehand or afterward, not even among themselves. Of course, Billy and Jill were excited and made their preparations. There would be no pictures taken or video. The chance of them getting in the wrong hands was too great.

The spare bedroom with the attached bathroom would be used. Everyone would be expected to shower beforehand before coming over, bring six condoms of their preference and to shower afterward to remove Jill's scent and their body fluids. Billy would not have sex with Jill during the bang. His role was to control the events most important of which was the time. He and Jill decided that the men would be with her one on one to eliminate any reluctance or shyness on their part that came from having to expose themselves to the others or have their prowess revealed. Each would have 30 minutes with Jill. That would take two and one-half hours of a typical football game's three and one-half hours. Assuming 10 percent for crowd control and the unexpected the total requirement would be two and three-quarters. That left plenty of time for beginning and ending, and any unforeseen interruptions.

Jill took the following week off to prepare. Sunday finally arrived. Jill had spent most of the morning touching up her hair. During the week she had had herself completely waxed. Something Billy had wanted for some time. She spent a little time in a tanning booth early in the week and then later had it professionally touched up with instant tan spray. If course she had all her nails done in the brightest red. She spent one whole day at a spa. Had her hair cut and styled. Finally, she bought the sexiest lingerie she could find and 4-inch heel slip-ons to match. When she put all the pieces together on Saturday for Billy she received a standing ovation. That is, his cock hardened to its full height.

She was going for a courtesan look. Sexy and very, very sophisticated. Billy didn't think she had quite pulled it off. He thought she looked more like a high-priced call girl. That was good enough for her.

Sunday finally arrived. Jill was excited and couldn't wait for one o'clock. Billy was the nervous one. He felt he was taking more risk than she. Reviewing their plans in his head, his anxiety dissipated, somewhat. They had planned this so thoroughly that there was little that could go wrong or so they hoped. One o'clock came and the bangers arrived.

Each brought something for Jill, flowers, wine and one, a high quality gold charm of the Greek goddess, Aphrodite. Joe brought Billy a much-appreciated bottle of scotch. Gathering in the family room the excitement was palpable. Jill had asked Billy to call her down when they were all settled in. He didn't know what she had planned and so, his excitement added to the mix.

Jill came in the room wearing a dressing gown one that covered her from top to bottom. The only thing visible was her neck, head and hair, hands and feet (elevated by the heels). "Hi, guys. Just a few details before we let the games begin. First, Billy pass around the bowl with the numbers. Each of you take one. That's your order for today. For those of you below number one rest assured that I have enough douches so that no one will get sloppy seconds. If you want you can trade your order. No one gets more than their allotted time. Okay, now for the specifics. 'No' means no. If at any time while you are with me I tell you that's it, no more, all activity must stop and you are to remove yourself to the bathroom and shower. No S and M, that I save for Billy." This last was met with hoots and howls. Billy just smiled.

"Anything to do with your or my asshole is out of bounds. Incidental touches are okay but nothing to arouse either of us is allowed. No watersports or scat will be tolerated. Lastly, condoms, we all know each other and your spouses. If you have any doubt that you aren't clean and clear of any STD or viruses you must use a condom or beg off. If I contract anything, and I mean anything, each of your spouses will be told what happened here and that they need to be checked for an infection. I will also inform the local health department so that they can check up on you, your wife and anyone else you or she came in contact with. Sorry to be so harsh but this is my body and health we're talking about here."

"To give you an idea of what's in store I thought I'd show off a little. Billy, start the music queued up on the iPod." She started swaying and then dancing to the music. Her dressing gown was held closed by a single broach at the neck that allowed her audience glimpses of what lay beneath as she moved. It wasn't long before the gown came off and she revealed herself dressed in stockings held by a garter belt, a shelf bra and a black velvet choker. Jill was dancing suggestively, not lewdly, in front to them with her bald pussy, and nipples and areolas on display. Everyone approved. There were catcalls and whistles encouraging her to continue but all things must come to an end. She stopped in front of them. Making no moves to cover her nakedness, she put her hands to her face and said, "Whew, I'm glad that's out of the way. I was worried you wouldn't like what you saw." She was enthusiastically assured that was not the case. "Just to wet your appetites, I thought you might like to sample the goods. Who's Number One?" She moved over to Charley and said "Charley, fondle my boobs. You'll notice they're natural, no implants in this girl. Now try my pussy. Is it getting wet, yet? Ooh, you can't wait can you? One last preview, remember what I said about my asshole. The rest is yours." With that she turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles presenting Charley with a mesmerizing sight. "Go ahead, Charley. Check them out, come on now, give each a kiss. You can't keep your fingers off my pussy, can you? Ooh, you naughty boy."

Jill repeated that performance for each of the men showing no favorites. Grabbing Charley's hand she pulled him out of his chair and toward the stairs. "Billy, give us a moment or two then start the 30-minute timer. Check on us at 25." With that Jill and Charley went up stairs.

Still holding his hand she pulled him into the bedroom. The shades were drawn with the lights out except for the bathroom but its door was nearly closed. She had placed unscented candles about so that everyone and everything was visible but washed in a warm light. She had background music on so low that is was almost subliminal. Sitting on the side of the bed sipping a glass of wine she asked how he would like the two of them undressed. He opted for each to undress the other. As did he, she kissed and nibbled everything that she uncovered. She was completely naked in short order quickly followed by him. After removing the last of his clothes she examined his cock. Satisfied that there weren't any obvious issues she stroked and gave it a loving kiss. Standing up, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. Reaching up to kiss him she said, "This is all new to me. I hope we can get past my nervousness."

"Don't worry, I'm nervous, too. Here, let me lay you down on the bed." Soon their arms and legs were intertwined and they were kissing every available patch of the other's skin. Jill couldn't help but notice that this wasn't turning out as she had planned. Instead of being used by Charley to solely meet his needs he was attending to her needs as well. This was more like making love! She didn't complain or withdraw into a psychological shell to protect herself from the rising emotions. Instead, she continued and was rewarded by Charley's tender care. They orally stimulated the other whispering sweet and endearing encouragements. Sooner than she expected, Jill was completely aroused, or as aroused as she had ever been before. Pulling him into her she returned his thrusts with her own. Slow, fast, slow, fast ... Shallow, deep, shallow, deep ... As Charley was about to shoot his cum Jill sensed it and he took her with it. The sensation of his cum hitting her cervix and filling the cavity between them was enough to give her her own climax. Still pumping as they came off their high they savored the moment and each other. "Oh, thank you, Charley. That was wonderful. Arlene is a lucky woman."

"It's rare that I get this excited. I think Billy's the lucky one." 

"Okay, Charley, time to hop in the shower. I think we're running a little long here. Tell Number Two to come up when you get downstairs." With that there was a knock on the door.

"Okay, you two. That's 25 minutes. Start wrapping it up." Jill opened the door and gave a surprised Billy a kiss as she scampered down the hall to her own bathroom. Just as she got to her bedroom door she turned and smiled.

And so it went until all had had their time with her. After the last Jill told Billy to hold everyone until she had a chance to come downstairs and say goodbye. Spending the extra time to repair the damage she came into the family room as she had at the beginning but this time without the broach. She went to each and gave them a kiss on the cheek and whispered in each their ears. Finally she said, "Fellas, I'm so glad we did this. I hope you got as much out of this as I did. I don't think I'll ever forget it. Now, go home to your wives and pretend it never happened."

The Aftermath

Closing the front door Billy turned to Jill and asked, "What did you whisper in their ears?"

"Oh, nothing, really. Each was different to draw attention to the best part of our time together. How about you? Are you all right? After all, you were the odd man out and your wife just fucked five men with your knowledge and cooperation!"

"I could ask you the same but I won't, not yet. Let's set this place to rights and then enjoy a nice quiet meal. Maybe afterwards we can talk."

Well, they didn't. They talked about everything but what happened that afternoon. Jill was looking to Billy to initiate. Billy was in turmoil over the day and what it meant to him and their marriage. He went to bed early. Jill took extra care grooming herself and joined him in bed. Curling into him she brought his arm over her side and held his hand to her breast. Expecting him to pull her closer and fondle her he turned over, instead, and feigned sleep until sleep finally came.

That pretty much defined their behavior over the next several weeks. Jill felt she received more care and attention from his friends every Sunday than she received from him during the week. To show her appreciation she now wore Aphrodite on a gold chain around her neck all the time.

After a month Jill confronted Billy. "What's going on here? We don't talk anymore. We don't go out any more. We don't make love, let alone have sex anymore. I'm getting tired of coming home to an empty house. What's next, are you going to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms? I'm tired of having to get myself off. This is bullshit! If we don't address this head on I think we should reconsider the strength of our marriage. I'll start by telling you what it meant to me."

"First, everyone was kind and considerate. No problems there. To my surprise they were more interested in me than themselves. Each made sure I got off. It was such a positive experience I would recommend it to anyone. In fact, I'd like to do it again but change things up a little. The possibilities are endless. So, how was it for you?"

"For starters, I can guarantee it wasn't as good for me as it was for you. My motivation going in was for you to enjoy and reach a level of satisfaction I couldn't give you on my own. I guess that happened.

"What I find now is that instead of wanting the best for you I think my participation in all this was misplaced. In the cool, cold light of day I now think it was more for me than for you. If that's true then I couldn't find a worse way to satisfy myself. I can't look at myself in the mirror I'm so filled with self-loathing. I don't want to be with my friends anymore because of the fool I've made of myself. Of course, they don't feel that way so I have to continue with them to maintain this facade of being comfortable with it. If that isn't enough, they now worship the ground you walk on.

"If anything, I'm more in love with you than ever but am stymied by being unable to express that love in light of what I encouraged and let happen. I know I have to forgive myself in order for the healing to start but I can't." Unable to look her in the face he held himself and silently wept.

"Billy, this is unexpected. Just a moment ago I was ready to walk out the door. If I had it would have been the greatest mistake of my life. Honey, I love you, have no doubt about that. But that gangbang, if that's what it was, accomplished what you wanted all along. The sex was good and occasionally great. Overall, it was terrific. Maybe I'm all fucked up but having all that great sex makes me want to have sex with you. Who do you think I was fantasizing about while fucking those guys? You, of course, and those stupid fucking characters you made up.

"I meant it when I said I wanted to do it again. It was too good not to but next time I want to share it with you. They can let themselves out afterwards. When they leave I'll just want to be with you to draw you into my high and share it with you. If I can, I want you to be satisfied as thoroughly and completely as I was.



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"Hey, Ang."

"Hey, Jill, haven't talked to you for a couple of days. I found a new dress shop with fabulous couture knockoffs. I can't wait to take you there."

"That's sounds like fun. Maybe this week? Say, listen, I called because I need to talk. Billy and I are having problems. Some really big problems. I'd like to come over and get some sorority sister advice. Is this afternoon okay? Please say yes, I'm really frantic here."

"Whoa, this sounds serious. Sure, come on over. Hey, I'm out here raking leaves with Doug. Thought we'd get ahead of them this year so we're starting early. Any reason is a good reason to get out of this."

"I'm on the road right now. Be there in 15 minutes."

"That doesn't leave me much time to get cleaned up. I better get started, huh? ["Hey Doug, Jill's coming over. Guess you're on your own."] See'ya in a few."

Angela met Jill at the door with her hair wrapped in a towel. After a hug and a kiss they went to the kitchen. "Hey kids, get your stuff together and move to another room. Aunt Jill is here and she and I need to talk."

"Hi kids. It's alright if they stay. I was hoping we could talk in the den."

"Thanks, Aunt Jill."

Fortified with coffee Jill and Angela closed the den's door and got comfortable. "Okay, what's this all about?" Jill eased into her explanation of events that led to the gangbang. In particular, she explained Billy's one-man gangbang role-play and how it added so much to their sex life. Angela was intrigued and made a mental note to try it.

Then she started laying out the planning and preparation for the gangbang. About halfway through Angela leaned forward and said, "Oh, my God! Please don't tell me this actually happened. I thought those wild days in school worked all of that out of our systems. Geez, do you remember the times we did poor Harry? It was so funny in the beginning. None of us knew what we were doing or how to go about it!"

"Yeah, well, having lived through those wild days is the only reason I didn't dig my heels in and tell Billy no. I still have a lot of fond memories. I don't know. Maybe I miss the excitement." She explained that the gangbang took place in her home a week ago with Billy's friends during the football game.

"I hope we'll get to all the juicy details at some point, but what's the problem with you and Billy?"

"I believe he took me down this path because of self-doubt about his ability to satisfy me. Something like a selfless act of love. Afterwards he had second thoughts and has condemned himself ever since for talking me into it. He can't reconcile what he hoped to get with what he got.

"Right or wrong, he was right. I never had a sexual high like that before. I've always loved sex but now I feel there is a side to it and depth that I never knew existed. Maybe because I'm older now I can better appreciate the intensity of behaving with total abandon. So much so that I'm not sure what I should do next. One thing's for sure, sex will never be the same for me again. But, I'm not the problem. Billy is so depressed and disgusted with himself that he's in a funk that I don't know if he can get out of by himself."

"How about counseling or analysis?"

"Oh, I don't know. I never really bought into that Freudian stuff. If he and I could work it out I would be much happier than if someone nudged us there. What do you think?"

"Well, first I'd give him plenty of time to work it out on his own. All the while you should be loving and nurturing to show that you aren't mad or upset with him. That would also show that you're comfortable with what happened. You are, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"If nothing changes and he's still in a slump or getting worse then I'd confront him head-on. You just said you have little faith in interventions, so be true to yourself and be more direct."

"That's what I thought, too. Maybe I just needed to hear it from someone else."

"Okay, problem solved." [Not really.] "Now, fill me in on the details."

Later

"This is more than I can understand, let alone deal with right now."

"Billy, the reality is that right or wrong, we are at a new place in our marriage. We can try to got back to where we were. I don't think that's possible. That would be like trying to pretend it didn't happen when we both know it did. Or, we could try to go forward recognizing where we've been. That's what I want. Or we could go forward separately. That I don't want. One thing's for sure, we can't continue this way. It's tearing you apart and watching you go through this everyday is killing me. I can't let you drag me down with you."

"Jill, I have a firm grip on reality. What happened happened. Nothing is going to change that. And, I don't want to leave you, or you leave me. But, I didn't plan on it being as bad as it turned out to be for me."

"Okay, I had sex with your friends. No big deal! No, it is a big deal but that's all it was, sex. I didn't make love to them!" [Well, that's not completely true. His friends had been so attentive and solicitous of her needs that it would be hard to see the difference she was trying to make. Perhaps the distinction is they were making love to her while she was just having sex with them.]

"To be honest, it was a good experience for me. It was as if my arousal and releases were responses to the cumulative effect of each one, not that any one of them was so much better than the others. But, it did keep getting better and better. By the time Jimmy got me off I was somewhere I've never been before. It was wonderful. I was totally satisfied, beyond satisfied. All my wants and needs were met. I think if I had one more man it would have been one too many. What we did was just right.

"Was it a one-off thing or do I want to continue? I absolutely want to continue reaching for new and different highs, just as I want our marriage to remain strong. Is there anyway we can have it both ways. Is that possible?"

"I was so sure that this was the right thing to do. To do for you. Listening to you now tells me I succeeded. What I didn't count on was my reaction. I don't feel betrayed, how could I? What I feel is that I betrayed you. If you had sex with them on your own for the same reasons I would feel differently. It would be, like you were reaching out for something I didn't or couldn't do. Sure, I'd still blame myself but it would be blame for not having done something instead of blame for having done it. There's a difference that's important to me. I should never have put you in that situation.

"But, I'm closer to being able to deal with it. My problem is that, going in I believed I could live with that, especially if once you found out what you've missed you'd want to continue or go further. Instead, I haven't been able to. Maybe I'm not as self-confident as I thought I was. Maybe I'm not as self-confident as I need to be.

"These are uncharted waters. To help see my way through I have have two requests: we be completely open and honest with each other, and no affairs. If it's got to be sex with others that's all it can be, okay?"

"That's fine. But, this is all so new to me I don't really understand it, either. I agree, I think the best thing to do is continue to be open and talk. Eventually we'll find someplace in our comfort zones that makes the most sense. Let's start by having a romantic evening tonight to get comfortable with each other, again." [Romantic to them was a good meal, wine and a fire, no television.] They spent the evening reminiscing and, when they could, being funny to keep it light.

Bedtime came and with it tension. Would they have sex or not? After all, it had been almost a month. Jill hoped so. Billy didn't want to have sex that night because he felt it would be forced. He wanted the next time they had sex to be a natural expression of their feelings for one another. That night they fell asleep with Jill in his arms. She was disappointed but not overly so. She knew he was the one that had to do the healing. When he was strong enough it would be the right time for them to make love.

Over the next several days Jill reviewed the gangbang in her mind and asked herself, "If I had to do it over again, would I change it?" One thing seemed clear. What she had experienced wasn't a gangbang. To her way of thinking she still wanted the real thing. She started making plans.

By the third night after the start of Billy's reconciliation he had made enough progress that he felt comfortable initiating sex with Jill. Both had wine with dinner and were relaxed. When he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek she put an arm around his neck holding him close to her and turned giving him a tentative kiss. He responded and held her tight.

They quickly found themselves wrapped in each others' arms. Their movements were hurried, almost frantic trying to remove their clothes while maintaining an embrace. With enough clothing removed to allow sex they were aroused to the point that neither wanted foreplay. She was well lubricated and he was seeping when Jill grabbed his cock and centered it at her entrance. "Oh, Billy. please hurry, I'm in trouble here and need you to make it right." By his second thrust he was seated in her. By his third, Jill was thrusting back. Not long after both were grunting followed shortly by their releases. Both continued to pump to prolong the moment and comfort Jill through her aftershocks. It was pure, raw sex based on need, not love or emotion. When they recovered Billy was still erect and far from done.

"Jill, let's go upstairs and make love in our bed. I want you to enjoy all the pleasure I can give. I hope it's enough."

"Oh, Billy. Billy. You're what I want. Don't ever doubt it." They quickly unwound from each other and kicking off their remaining clothes hurried to their bed. Neither said anything until they were on their sides looking at the other. "Oh, sweetheart, its been too long. We love each other too much not to share it with each other. I want you to make love as if we were the only two people in the world." He slid closer, taking her in his arms and gave her a kiss filled with love and affection before holding her close and burying his head in the nape of her neck as Jill slowly rubbed against him.

The next morning was the first time in a long time that they weren't walking around on eggshells. Their old ways of being comfortable and familiar with one another were returning. Jill was happy to have made this much progress [It wasn't much, really.] and thought it best to find out if greater reconciliation was in the offing or this was as far as it would go. Weeks went by and things were almost back to normal. Giving Angela daily progress reports she soon realized that they had reached a point where discussing the gangbang wouldn't push Billy back into his funk. She planned to raise it that evening.

"Billy, I especially enjoyed your one-man gangbang last night. Want to do it again tonight?"

"Hey, as much as I enjoy watching you squirm it really takes it out of me. Let me beg off a few days, okay? Of course, that doesn't mean I can't drink of your pleasures this evening, does it?"

"Oh, I'll be the one draining you dry. Don't worry about me. But, I still want to talk about a real gangbang. You know how much I enjoyed it the last time. How about we do it again only this time it not be about me but you and the guys. Except when I was in high school, I've never had sex where I was totally used. It's like a fantasy. Some women fantasize being raped, or a whore or a prostitute. I just want to experience that but without the drama. By the way, high school doesn't count."

"I can't say that I'm happy talking about this. I don't want to go through it again. At least, not yet. What do you mean, it not being about you? If we had another gangbang it would be all about you."

"I mean, instead of being with them one-on-one, I'd like to take them on all at once. And, just to make it as crude and as nasty as I can I'd be swearing and talking dirty to them all the while. Maybe, even surprise you. It's like an alter ego kind of thing. If you and they can get in the swing of things then you all would abuse me verbally as with your cocks. Maybe more as long as it didn't get out of hand. Everyone would be, kind of role-playing. What do you think?"

"What, treat you like a whore?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Jill. Why do we have to do this?"

"It's just a fantasy and acting it out is something I want to do. Need to do."

Planning

"No way I'm going to have anything to do with this."

"Ang, your involvement will only be to supervise the gangbang, not fuck or fluff anyone. Before you say no, again, hear me out. I've got a plan to get Billy to be one of the bangers."

"Why would you want to do that? He's still fucked up from the last one when he wasn't one of the bangers. Now, all of a sudden, he's going to forget that and line up to fuck you with his buddies. I don't think so."

"Maybe. What if they were anonymous? I know that's not really possible but what if they role-played being anonymous by using different identities? They might be able to hide behind that and use the role-play to do something they wouldn't otherwise do?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember I told you about Billy's crazy, one-man gangbang role-playing where he takes on different identities so I can fantasize being gangbanged by them? What if we got his friends to take on identities and act them out during the gangbang. That might be enough shelter and cover for him to join in the bang. He could pretend to be someone else."

"I don't know. It sounds too contrived. I mean, after all, you'd have to convince all of them, including Billy to give it a shot. I gotta believe that some would feel too foolish doing that to agree. What would you do if only a few were willing to go through with it?"

"Well, that could happen but I've got a plan. I'm going to talk to each of them and explain what I'm trying to do with this gangbang. If they know its for Billy they might be more willing to go along."

"So, what are you going to do, fuck all of them to get them to agree? Jesus, Jill, you're turning into a slut."

"No, I'm not going to fuck anyone to get them to agree. You watch. They'll want to do it. And, no, I'm not turning into a slut. If what I want to do is enough to make me a slut then I guess it makes you one, too. After all, we did a lot of crazy shit together in school. No, I don't feel like a slut. I'm just having fun with people I know and can trust to fill a need. Haven't you ever had a sexual need that you had to fill? I know you have."

"Oh, goddamn you. I knew you would throw that in my face. Before I get all hypocritical with you, tell me what my roll would be, you bitch. There, do you like that better?"

"Yes. I haven't worked out all the details yet but in broad strokes your role is to be a dominatrix and the guys would be your submissives and I'd be their sub. In addition, they'd have masks on to add to their roles as subs and hide behind as they pretend to be someone else. Of course, they would all know who each other is but the masks would provide the psychological edge needed for them to take on a different identity in a role play.

"We would open by you having them tie me to a bed or bench face down. I'll fuck each of them in front of the others and then suck them clean as they rotate fucking me. After each has fucked me I want to be untied. I'll serve you and them something to drink while they recover and then take them on a second time but on my back. The idea is for me to go from a reluctant sub to one that is enjoying her punishment. If it works out the way I want each will have gotten off two times. If any really have it in them, they'll get off a third time while I suck them. Well, what do you think?"

"Holy shit! Are you kidding me? That sounds really sick. And, just exactly what would a dominatrix do while all this is going on? Do you want me naked? Do you want me to touch any of them? And, don't forget, I'll be seeing Billy naked and him fucking you. I've got to believe that will fundamentally change our relationship. I mean, will he still be Uncle Billy to my kids? Will we still have family and friends parties and get togethers? Or, will we see less of each other and our friendship wither away?"

"I hope none of that happens. You know I love you more than I do my sister. Please work with me on this. Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy yourself. Think of it as a way of getting back at me for all the shit I've pulled on you. Remember Fast Eddie?"

"I haven't thought about him for a long time. Thanks for reminding me. As I recall, I swore I would make you pay. Maybe the bill has come due? Okay, let's get started on this. I may want to put my own twist on things, okay."

"Sure."

Commitments

"Hi, Jimmy. It's Jill. Got a minute to talk?"

"Hi, Jill. Sure, what's on your mind?"

"I want to have another party but different this time. I want Billy more involved."

"Boy, that's going to be tough. How are you going to do that?"

Jill laid out her plan including using a dominatrix to control the 'party.' "To make this work I'll need the cooperation and involvement of everyone. I plan to get it by offering more of what happened last time and talking to everyone individually beforehand so there are no surprises and things go as planned. Are you in?"

"Jesus, there's no stopping you once you get your mind set on something, is 

there? Sure, sign me up. I can't pass up an opportunity like this, can I?"

"I'll make it worth your while. Okay, once we set a date we'll use the preceding game day to talk it through as a group. It won't be a rehearsal. It's just that I don't want any questions on 'game day.' On that day I want each of you to slip into role as you walk in the door and stay that way until you leave."

"Just let me know when, okay?"

"You bet, bye."

"Bye."

"Jimmy, who was that?"

"Jill. Billy's wife."

"What did she want?"

"She's planning a surprise party for Billy and wanted to know if I'd come."

"I guess you're going, aren't you? It could be fun. Maybe I should do that for you sometime. Will any of the wives be there or is it a 'guy' thing?"

"Of course, I'm going. I wouldn't miss it. It's just the guys. I don't know, maybe you doing one for me could be a lot of fun."

Jill talked to the rest of the 'guys' and got commitments from all. With the exception of Joe, each was eager for the idea. Joe tentatively agreed but only after some initial reluctance. He and Jill worked it out but not before getting her agreement to discuss it further at the next game day. All that remained was to get Billy to agree to be one of the bangers.

Billy

"So, that's my idea. What do you think?"

"Under different circumstances it would probably be as exciting and as much fun as you say. It certainly is different and I think that has a lot to do with its attraction. But, here we go, again. Worse, this time I'd have to watch you fucking. You're asking so much I don't know if I can give it to you."

"Well, not exactly. This time I want you to be one of the bangers. In my own perverted way I think by participating it will be a healing experience for you. No! No! Hear me out.

"Of course, I'd be doing it for myself but you could get something out of it as well. Here's how I think this will help. By role-playing someone else you could join in anonymously. Well, almost. Everyone will know its you but they'll be role-playing as well. That will give them cover. After all, they'll be embarrassed, too, fucking their friend's wife and watching you fuck her. In addition, role-playing will allow them to be less inhibited with me and less inhibited in front of you and their friends. That way everyone can enjoy themselves without having to be self-conscious."

"How does that help me?"




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"Honey, I think a lot of what you're feeling is anger toward yourself and anger toward me. Maybe by participating you can relieve some of that and we can move on. At least I'm hoping that's true."

"So, you think being gangbanged by me and my friends will be therapeutic and healing? Holy shit!!! What planet are you from? I couldn't disagree more."

"You know, we are where we are and can only move forward. To me that means experiencing what it's like to be used. If you can accept that then can you imagine a less threatening way for me to do this?"

"I guess it comes down to, can I accept that? Short of playing me for a fool, I guess I can accept most anything. Is this the end of it or is there more to come?"

"I can't promise anything but to be honest, there are other things I want to try and experience. I can't tell you where all this will lead or when it will end. If somehow you can think of this as a positive then our sex life can only get better and, because of that, our marriage can be more rewarding."

"Shit."

One Week Out

"Hi, guys. I just need a few minutes before the game starts. I want to lay out next week's 'game' now so that we can all be in role from the get go. We're going to use a dominatrix to host the festivities. The plan is for me to take on all six of you at one time. I've told each of you separately that this will be a role play. I'm the only one that won't. Each of you will assume a persona of your choosing and wear a mask. This last part is most important. No mask, no nookie. From the time you enter until you leave your mask must be worn at all times.

"Same rules as last time, well almost. No playing with my asshole, that's Billy's exclusive property. But since he won't be here next week, remember, everyone's someone else, his alter ego can't have my ass either. No watersports, scat or rough stuff. That last part does have some leeway. If I tell the dominatrix that I want whomever I'm fucking to spank me or slap me that's okay. Start easy and get rough as she tells you. Now, I know those of you that like to fuck doggy-style will be looking at my ass as you're pumping away and involuntarily spank me. That's okay if it's not too hard. The dominatrix will let you know.

"Just to let you know my expectations, I plan to fuck each of you twice. You have three choices, you on top, me on top and doggy-style. You let the dominatrix know what you want and she'll get me in position. No one speaks to me directly. All communication goes through her.

"I will only douche once, after I've fucked each of you. The order is reversed the second time around. After fucking me come around front and I'll lick and suck you clean. Other than that, anyone can offer their cock to me for a blow job at any time. I'll take as many at one time as I have hands available. If there is a queue then you police yourselves so that no one gets too much of my time.

"For those that can go the distance, I will suck you off until you cum after the second round. It will be your choice to cum in my mouth in which case I'll present your load for all to see and then swallow it, or you can shoot your cum on me, anywhere you want. I suggest you arrive next week needing release.

"One last point, I'm doing this because I want to used. Your actions should be self-centered. That is, fuck me for your enjoyment, not mine. Don't worry about me not getting off. I'll be so excited my orgasms will be on a hair trigger.

"Oh, I almost forgot the dominatrix. She will be in full regalia and her identity totally hidden from you. I can tell you she doesn't know any of you and you don't know her. I can say this with some authority, she's from out of town and will be staying with us over the weekend. [This is a fabrication made up to put Billy's friends at ease. Billy is the only one that knows it will be Angela.] You may only speak to her. No touching. She may, however choose to touch you. If she does you are to submit to her wishes. After all, she is the dominatrix of all of us next week. The proper form is not to make eye contact with her at any time. Looking down is the general practice. Lastly, you must always address her as 'Mistress.' If you don't she'll either ignore you or punish you.

"Any questions? Charley."

"Have you or Billy done anything like this before?"

"No."

"Does Billy know who the dominatrix is?"

"No. [See last comment.] Of course, he'll meet and see her out-of-role over the weekend. Any more questions? No? Billy, did I cover everything?"

"Just a few items left. Each of you will wear a name tag so that the dominatrix can address you in the role you're playing. Sticky-back tags will be available next week. The dominatrix will tell you what to do. Remember, as soon as you walk through the door you are under her control and domination. Can you all live with that? Good.

"Perhaps the most important thing of all is to keep this secret. We all did a good job last time. No one outside this room knows what happened. Well, there was some leakage but not enough to compromise us. According to Jill the wives are going nuts trying to find out what happened and who was involved. Let's keep it that way. If any of this leaks out we're all screwed.

"Well, enough of that. Jack will you turn the TV on? Beer and munchies are in the kitchen, as always."

"Jill?"

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Is it about next game day?"

"No."

"Okay, let's use the den."

Joe

"What's up?"

"If you don't mind I'd like to close the door. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure."

"When you called to set this up I was reluctant to agree because my wife is putting pressure on me to tell her who you are. Hold on. Hold on. She doesn't know any more than any other wife, well, almost."

"What does that mean?"

"I told her I could probably find out who the woman in the gangbang was by asking around. So, every few days she asks me if I found out anything, yet. She just won't let it go." 

"Is she just a curious female or is there something else?"

"Well, kind of. The word on the street is that there was a consensual gangbang with a husband and wife. She's starting to make noises that she'd like to experience that, too. I told Billy and the guys at the last planning session that she'd said she'd fucked one of my friends and made no apology for it. I don't know if it's the truth or not. She told me while we were arguing. She could have made it up just to hurt me."

"Jesus."

"We've had a tumultuous marriage and her having an affair and wanting to do a gangbang is consistent with that. I don't want counseling here but had hoped you would talk to her to see if this is real, the affair and her having a bangbang. If it is I'd like you to set it up for her."

"How could I do that without tipping my hand?"

"I don't think she's devious or clever enough to set this up to find out it was you. As I said, we've had our ups and downs. This might just be more of the same. But given her sexual appetite and drive it could be real. Maybe you could just feel her out?"

"Oh, Joe, you're putting me in an awkward position. Shit. Let me think about this. Maybe I can come up with something without giving away the store. Ronnie is a friend and we talk often. She's told me about some of the problems you've had so that doesn't surprise me. I'll just give her a call and ask if she's heard anything new and let it play out from there."

"She told you that?"

"Joe, you'd be surprised what women talk about. You know men have this thing about kissing and not telling. Women shout it from the rooftops. Now, go back to your game."

"Okay and thanks."

Jimmy

Jimmy was in the kitchen waiting for her when she came out of the den. "Hey, Jill."

"Hi, Jimmy. How're you today?"

"Great. Finding out that I get to fuck you a few more times makes it. Makes my heart sing. As much as I want next weekend to work out I have to ask, what's going on? Are you becoming a new and different Jill? Or, are you reverting back to the one I knew in school? You were wild then, you, Angela and Grace. I thought marrying Billy would settle you down. Now I'm not so sure."

"I don't want to go through all that again. It was hard enough with Billy. Let's just say there are great pleasures to be had out there and I don't want to live a life without experiencing them. Imagine living a life without knowing what it can offer. Don't get me wrong, the last time was wonderful. I wouldn't change a thing. But this time I want it different. Last time you guys made love to me. I don't want that this time."

"I've always loved you. You know that."

She put her hand on his chest, looked him the eyes and said, "Yes, I know. It's a gift I've always treasured. You're always there for me. I count on that." Lightly she said, backing away, "Who knows? Maybe I'm doing this to give me cover so that I can fuck you, again. What do you think?"

"I hope so."

"I'm glad to hear it." Leaving the kitchen she said over her shoulder, "See you next week."

Angela

"Jill, it's Angie. I want to come over Saturday morning for a walkthrough. Can we do that? Will Billy be there?

""Yes and yes."

"Make sure Billy sticks around until I get there. I need to talk to him. It's important."

"Okay, not a problem. Say, have you had a chance to get all stuff you need?"

"Yeah. What I couldn't rent I ordered from the internet. Everything should be here Monday or Tuesday. There is something you should know. I told Doug everything."

"Are you kidding me? Oh, my God! Why did you do that?"

"Well, what you're proposing is a little outside the bounds of 'what he doesn't know won't hurt him.' If I was sleeping with someone that would be different but, since I'm not, I gave you and Billy up."

"Yeah, and [Pause.] what did he say?"

"When he stopped laughing he wanted to know if he could come! He was joking but he wanted to know just exactly what I would be doing. I told him no fucking, sucking or fluffing. He said, 'In that case, go for it.' There is a promise I had to make, though, tell him everything that went on. Don't worry, he'll keep it to himself. He even helped me order the internet stuff. Maybe he plans for me to use it on him? But, I gotta tell you, we've had sex every night since and its been good, very good."

"Yeah, Billy's getting excited, too."

"How about you?"

"Well, I'm excited, too. But it's a different kind of excitement. Maybe it's more like a yearning or the promise of something to fill a void. Is that fucked up, or what?"

"I don't know. We'll see how it works out. If, at the end of the day you're glowing then I'll understand. See'ya Saturday."

"Bye."

Saturday

"Before I forget, let me talk to Billy a minute." She found him in the garage. "Billy, please don't leave before seeing me, Okay?"

"Sure, Ang. When I'm done here I'll get cleaned up and find you."

"Great." Returning to the family room she unpacked her costume. "I'm the one getting excited, now. Oh, boy. Tomorrow can't come soon enough. Here, I thought I'd model it for you and get your opinion." Angela stripped to her underwear and said, "You'll notice I got my navel pierced. It's healed. Tomorrow there'll be a skull charm in it." Then she dropped her thong and bra before putting on the black latex pants and corset top. The pants were split up the sides to the waistband and laced revealing bare hips, thighs, and legs. The corset was open in the back and laced as well. Low cut, it pushed her breasts together and up, barely holding them. With the pants cut as hip huggers at least half her body was exposed. Next she put on platform soled 5" heeled leather boots that laced up her calf to the knee. "I don't know how I'll be able to stand after 30 minutes in these. Well, anything for you, kid." Then she pulled on the black latex gloves to her elbows.

"Doug really likes it. He wants me to buy an outfit like it, only in leather. The boots I bought. Here's the best part." She pulled a leather skull cap out that when worn covered everything from the nape of her neck, over the top and down to her cheeks, covering her nose. It looked like a Cat Woman mask on steroids. "I have no idea where he's going with this. Well, what do you think?"

"Holy shit, Angie! It's perfect. I don't know anything about this stuff but, boy, oh boy, it's going to knock their eyes out!"

"Wait, there's more. I have an accessory belt and some tools." It was something like the equipment belt police wear. Hanging from it were handcuffs, a bottle of mace, a paddle and crop. Standing there with her legs spread and her hands on her hips she was intimidating and sexy as hell.

"Wow. If I was a guy I'd have a hard on right now. Wait, don't move. I'll get Billy."

"Holy shit, Mistress Angie! Well done. You certainly look the part. Nobody's going to fuck with you!"

"Thank you, Billy. Doug likes it, too."

"Hey, Jimmy Bolton's going to be there. He remembers you from school. We'll have to use a different name. How about, 'Mistress Shannon?'"

"Works for me. Now, Billy, come over here and drop your drawers."

"Huh?" The next thing he heard was the crop slapping his face.

"The next time I tell you to do something, do it! No questions asked. And, the correct response is, 'Yes, Mistress.' I don't want to hear that 'huh?' shit, again. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." Billy dropped his pants and stood with his eyes downcast.

"I said, drop your drawers. I want to see your penis."

"Yes, Mistress." Billy cast a sideward glance at Jill. She was smiling but shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't look at my slave for approval or permission. As long as I'm here you'll take orders from me and only me. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." Billy dropped his shorts. His dick slowly becoming aroused.

"Now, remove the rest of your clothes, socks and shoes, too. That's better. Now stand up straight. I want to inspect you." Removing her gloves, Angela approached Billy and took his dick in her other hand and slowly stroked it while lightly slapping the crop against her leg. As Billy became more aroused she lifted it up and carefully inspected it for lesions and sores. Satisfied she gave it one final tug but held on, still stroking it. His dick was now almost fully erect. Angela inspected his scrotum with her other hand, the crop dangling from her wrist by its lanyard. Massaging his balls, she said, "Alright, you seem clean enough to proceed. When I remove my face mask I am no longer Mistress Elizabeth. You may get dressed then."

As she removed the face mask Jill asked, "What was that all about?"

"I didn't want tomorrow to be the first time I saw Billy. I didn't want any awkward moments in front of the others. And, hey, I always wondered what he looked like. Come over here, Billy boy."

His dick bobbed as he approached her. Removing her gloves Angela took his dick in her hand and slowly stroked it. When he was fully aroused, she bent down and kissed the end, briefly taking just that much in her mouth to lick and suck, and then kissed it again as she straightened up. "There. That was for me. Doug doesn't need to know. I told him I'd not get friendly with the bangers tomorrow. This way I can keep my word."

"I must say, I enjoyed that."

"If you didn't there'd be something wrong with you." Angela slowly removed her accessory belt and tools. The corset had a zip front and was dropped in short order. Removing her boots and pants she was as naked as Billy. "If I expect it of you I have to be prepared to do the same." Slowly pirouetting, she asked, "Well, do I pass?"

Slowly stroking himself Billy said, "Angie, you're a beautiful woman. Doug's a lucky man."

"Thanks. I think so, too."

As Jill watched her best friend and husband get dressed she couldn't help but think all the old inhibitions were slowly breaking down. Is it better this way? She thought so.

Game Day

"Enter!"

Blocking the entrance she placed her crop on the first banger's chest before he crossed the threshold. "Do not enter this house unmasked." Giving him a short hard slap with the crop she said, "You knew that!

"I am 'Mistress Shannon.' You will address me as such or simply as 'Mistress.' From this moment on, until you leave this house you are my slaves. I own you and am free to do with you as I please. I make all the decisions. You will obey me without hesitation. Failure to do so will eliminate you from today's and future activities. I am the sole judge of your ability to proceed. Understand?"

All said,'Yes.' Mistress Shannon took her crop and slapped each of the slaves telling them to address her by her name. "Now, let's try this again. Understand?" All answered correctly. "Go to the front room and wait for me there. You are to stand next to each other in the submissive position, that is, hands at your sides and eyes on the floor just in front of your feet. No talking or movement. Understand?" All answered correctly.

Filing into the front room they found Damon [Billy] already there in the submissive position.

The remaining bangers arrived shortly thereafter. "Enter!" Mistress Shannon repeated her greeting and instruction. Like the group before them they required added instruction in the proper way to address her.

When they were all assembled Mistress Shannon bolted the front door and then strode into the front room. "All of you remove your clothes, socks and shoes included. When naked you are to resume the submissive position. Very well." Moving to the nearest banger Angela asked, "What is your name?"

"Tim [Charley]."

SLAP "What is your name?"

"Mistress, my name is Tim."

Writing his name on two meet-and-greet name tags Angela stuck one on his left chest, above the nipple and the other on the right shoulder blade. "If you loose either tag you will be punished. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She repeated this sequence with all slaves. Returning to face them Mistress Shannon told them to present their penises and scrotums for inspection. Moving to the first in line she said, "Slave, hold your penis out." Using her crop to move it from side to side and then up to inspect the underside she said, "Show me your scrotum." Using the crop again she lifted his testicles examining all she could. "Very well. You are acceptable." She examined the remaining slaves finding all 'acceptable.'

"We will proceed to the master bedroom on the second floor. When there you will arrange yourselves two to each side and two at the foot of the bed. When there assume the submissive position. Understand?" Hearing the proper response Mistress Shannon led them to the second floor. When all were in position she told them, "To make this work I am relaxing the rules. While on the bed or facing it you will not be required to stand in the submissive position. If you are not fucking the slave or having your cocks pleasured by her you will keep yourselves aroused. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Use this opportunity to use the bathroom. One at a time and return to your positions."

When all were assembled Mistress Shannon went down the hall to retrieve Jill. Returning with her she told Slave Jill to pleasure the other slaves. Naked, except for her mask and a training collar, Jill moved to the side of the bed and got on her knees. The first slave was her husband. She took his cock in her hands and started stroking him. As he became aroused she kissed his cock's sides and underside while using her other hand to cup and play with his balls. When fully erect she took him in her mouth and sucked occasionally removing him and taking his balls in her mouth. When finished with his balls she licked the underside of his cock up to its head and took him in her mouth, again. Finished, she removed his cock and gave it a kiss before moving to the next slave.

The same sequence was followed for each. All noticed that she gave everyone the same treatment. Some held her head and gently fucked her mouth as she sucked them. Others stroked her cheeks with their dicks when she finished with them. One bent down and kissed her [Jimmy]. All kept themselves aroused by their own actions and the scene unfolding in front of them. Finally, she mounted the bed and lay on her back. 




Passion and Lust Lost Ch. 02



"There are six ropes on the bed. Four have cuffs. Two have clips. Each of you take a rope and tie her up, attaching a cuff to either a wrist or ankle. The two clips attach to the ring on her training collar." Spread eagle, the slave had limited movement but enough to rotate her hips. "Those wishing to fuck her tied up choose your order. The rest of you give them room. The slave's mouth is available to all of you at any time. The only exception is priority given to the slave having just cum in her for her to clean. You may begin. Go at it, she's yours but remember the limits given you last week. You may also talk." With that Mistress Shannon sat down and gave her feet a much needed rest.

Two chose to fuck her tied up. The first got between her legs and started licking and teasing her clit. He was a skilled lover and soon had her withering and moaning. Moving up he held his cock and traced her slit top to bottom several times before slapping her clit with it. "Oh, God! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, now goddamn it." Without checking to see if she had enough lubrication [she did] he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed until their pubic bones met. She grunted and pushed back with every thrust. "That's right, fuck me you son of a bitch. Fuck me harder!"

Once he found his rhythm he started fucking her according to his needs ignoring her pleas. She quickly adjusted to himand was soon in sync. Their thrashing continued with her occasionally cursing and screaming. All the while she had a cock in one hand and another in her mouth. Her movements were so animated those around the bed gave him encouragement to fuck her harder still. He did and they quickly reached their climaxes, him grunting, her keening, "AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE."

He gently continued pumping her to prolong his enjoyment while she fought through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest heaving, she thanked him as she tried to take in more air. After he withdrew, moved to her head, and kissed her while gently kneading her breasts she sucked and cleaned their juices from his dick. The second slave orally stimulated her as well but kept clear of her vagina. She was soon panting and demanding he mount her. At this point it was obvious that she had enough lubrication and was stretched out enough that restraint and consideration of her wasn't needed. He put the head of his dick between the folds of her pussy and drove in with a single hard shove to the cheers and encouragement of the others. He was rougher in than the first slave. So much so that Mistress Shannon came over to make sure things weren't getting out of hand. Seeing Jill thrusting back just as hard she allowed them to continue.

More verbal than the first slave, the second was calling her whore, bitch, cunt and everything else that came to mind. Giving as good as she got Jill called him a son of a bitch, bastard and motherfucker just as emphatically. With this treatment they soon reached their climaxes. He said, "Take that, you bitch" as he pumped to wring the last of his cum from his dick. She goaded him by demanding he fill her up.

As before he withdrew and moved around the bed to kiss her and then offered his dick for her to clean. Mistress Shannon instructed that the cuffs be removed but the clipped training collar remain. "Throughout this afternoon her training collar will stay in place attached to the ropes while she is on the bed to remind you and her of her status, slave. Untie the collar ropes from the bed." At this point Mistress Shannon left it up to the slaves to have Jill assume whichever position they wanted. While Mistress Shannon was instructing the men Jill leaned over the edge of the bed and, grabbing the nearest thigh, pulled its owner to her and took his cock in her mouth sucking it all the while.

Her collar ropes free she got on all fours and asked, "Who's next?" From there it was one slave after another until all had cum. Jill came with four of them.

"Alright, unclip her collar ropes but leave the collar on. Slave, get washcloths and towels, and clean those slaves. Don't forget their scrotums."

"Mistress, I'm leaking. Their cum is running down my thighs. May I clean myself first?"

"No, you will clean the slaves first. Attend to their needs, then and only then may you attend your own."

"Yes, Mistress."

"This is a rest period. You may use the bathroom or simply relax. When the slave returns after cleaning herself we will adjourn to the family room for refreshments. She will serve us." After cleaning the last of the men Jill stole out of the bedroom to another bathroom to douche, wash up, and restore her hair and makeup. Returning to the master bedroom, she was instructed to give each of the men a towel to wrap around their waists. She was not allowed to cover herself. They left with Mistress Shannon leading the way. Jill followed last.

Jill made martinis for Mistress Shannon and herself but set hers aside until all were served. Everyone but her was seated. Billy and Jimmy shared scotch while the rest had beer. Jill carried a tray of finger food around for each to sample. After ten minutes or so of voluntary silence Mistress Shannon dismissed them to the second floor telling Jill to stay behind.

"Well, what do you think? Is this going as you expected?"

"I'm very happy with your performance. They don't know if you're the real deal or just acting at it. If I didn't know better I'd think you're real. This is great. I can't wait to get back."

"Are you alright? Are you sore, or anything?"

"Well, I'm a little stretched out but that will take care of itself. I used plenty of lube before we started so I'm okay."

"How's the sex?"

"Oh, my God! It's great. I feel full and totally satisfied. All of my senses are tingling and my libido is off the chart. I don't know where the second round will take me but I can't wait to find out. Angie, you should do this. It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

"I'll have to think about that. We'll have to see how the second round goes first.

"Here, let me make us another martini. I'll show you how it's done."

After relaxing an additional fifteen minutes or so the women slipped back into role andreturned to the bedroom. "Slave, get on the bed and assume the position. Slaves, do any of you wish to to fuck the slave bound? No? Well, do any of you wish to be bound and have the slave fuck you? We have a taker. Very well, Slave Jose [Joe]. Get on the bed. The slave will tie you hand and foot. Slave Damon. After she is done re-attach the slave's training collar ropes. Slave, pleasure the slave to arouse his penis and then fuck him. You may all proceed as before."

Jill lay full length on Joe and slowly ground her pussy into his groin while kissing his chest and teasing his nipples. As she felt his reaction she slowly moved up on her elbows placing a nipple at his mouth and then pulled back. Straining to kiss and suck it Joe was rewarded as she lowered herself. Dry humping his abdomen she gave him a long deep kiss as she squirmed to rub herself on him head to foot. His erection quickly returned causing her to break off the kiss and move down to his cock. More so than with any other slave she made love to his dick eliciting moans and groans from Joe. He thrust his dick at her but was limited by the ropes. She was drawing her efforts out making his pain exquisite in anticipation.

Judging him to be ready she sat up and then moved above him, grabbed his dick and held it to her pussy. Very slowly she sat down on him occasionally disrupting her descent with little movements straightening up and then resuming her downward movement. Her coital dance was appreciated by the slaves as they encouraged her to make his fucking last. Fully seated on his dick Jill rotated her hips with a slow rocking motion until he started thrusting back. Increasing her tempo she bent over placing kisses on his neck and lips. "Oooooh, yes, baby. I like fucking my men this way. This way I can give you the full benefit of my muscles and body. Did you feel that? I'm using my pussy to milk your cock. I want that cum. Here, let me pull it from you." Jill's movements quickened as she road him harder, slamming into him as she contracted her muscles while feverishly rubbing her clit. It wasn't long before both were ready to cum. She approached her climax, he came.

Closely monitoring Jill's progress Mistress Shannon commanded her to stop after Joe came. "But, Mistress, I haven't cum, yet!"

"Your needs are unimportant and irrelevant! You are here to pleasure the slaves. Now, get off that slave and pleasure the next." To emphasize her point Mistress Shannon gave Jill two very sharp slaps on her ass with the crop leaving red welts. "Not another word or I'll use the paddle on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jill quickly got off Joe, her eyes welling up and waited for the next slave. After that she was soundly fucked by the remaining slaves. Mistress Shannon's disciplining of Jill reinforced everyone's need to put their pleasure first to the point of disregarding hers. Even so, she climaxed with all the remaining.

After each had gotten off a second time Mistress Shannon asked if any were capable of cumming a third time. Most begged off but Jimmy and Al [Hal] thought they might. Thinking he was ready before Jimmy, Al came forward first. After changing positions several times while fucking her he pulled out and jerked off shooting his cum on her face and chest. She had her mouth open but did not receive any of him. Jimmy fucked her less forcefully and longer. When ready he laid his dick on her tongue and got most of his cum in her mouth. Smiling, she held her mouth open to show him his semen. Scrapping Al's cum off her face and chest she licked her fingers adding his to the mix. Showing their semen to the other slaves she slowly swallowed. After showing them all an empty mouth she got off the bed to their applause.

"Well done, Slave. Give them towels. Slaves, you shall take showers to remove all evidence of your fucking this afternoon. Upon completion go to the front room and get dressed. Remember to keep your masks on until you are dismissed. Once dressed wait for me in the family room for last minute instructions. Now, get cleaned up." Turning to Jill she said, "Slave, clean yourself up and come to the family room. Leave your mask and training collar on."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Slave Damon, remove the slave's ropes."

"Yes, Mistress."

Final Instructions

Jill circulated among the slaves and her mistress offering refreshments and food. She remained the only one naked. As she approached each she was fondled, stroked, finger fucked and kissed. Each was reluctant to let the afternoon end and sought to prolong it.

Mistress Shannon lectured the slaves on the need to keep the day's events quite, as quiet as they had the first gangbang. "Normally I would have the slave give each of you a blow job before you leave but in light of the time and your depletion I'll forego giving her that opportunity. I do have one remaining item. Slave Jill, attend me."

Jill stood in front of her mistress in the submissive position. With her back to the slaves all could see two angry red welts on her ass. "As you know, someone was thoughtful enough to give Slave Jill an Aphrodite charm at your first gangbang. In commemoration of today I give her a gold charm of the number 2 to be worn with Aphrodite. Two, of course, honors her second gangbang." After the applause and cheering died down she said, "It is time to end this happy occasion. Please follow me to the front door where we can say our goodbyes. Slave Jill, follow me."

Stationed in the front foyer, Jill hugged and kissed each slave as they filed past, thanking them for fucking her. Mistress Shannon was just inside the door. As each slave stood submissively in front of her she said, "You are acceptable."

Each replied, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Don't forget to remove your mask" was the last thing she said to each. As they turned away and stepped to the threshold she swatted each with her crop.

Cool Down

"Holy Shit!!! That was awesome. I've never experienced anything like that. Jill, this idea of yours surpasses everything we've ever done. I love you for thinking it up. I love you for getting me involved. God, you are the sexist woman alive. You had all of us turned on from start to finish.'

Curled up on the couch with a martini still naked, her pussy and ass peeking out she said, "Thank you, Billy. It was great for me, too. I'm so glad you agreed to do this with me. It's so much better this way than the first time."

While they were talking Angela sat down and carefully removed her gloves and boots. "Ooooh, that feels good" was all she could say as her feet came clear of their bindings. Massaging them she asked, "How did those Chinese women do this? Jill, I don't know how you survived today. To be fucked by so many guys, aren't you sore?" Off came the skull cap and in went a deep draught of her martini.

"Sure, I'm a little sore but it was worth it. I'm sitting here in a warm afterglow that can only come from deep, deep satisfaction. I mean, every part of me is alive and feels good.

"I want to thank you for helping out. You set the right tone at the beginning and carried it throughout. It was marvelous to see you discipline those guys when they got out of line. I'll bet they wouldn't take that from their wives! Hah. Which reminds me, you bitch. What was the deal with wailing on me? I'm still sore and I bet still red."

"Well, of course you are. If I had patted your behind it would have sent a message to the others that we were just play acting. I had to sell it. Hey, this way you got the living shit fucked out of you. Wasn't that your purpose all along?

"You'll have to excuse me, this stuff sticks. My skin can't breathe. I'm covered in sweat. Billy, get me a towel, will ya?"

Billy returned as Angela was peeling the off her pants. "Tell you what, I'm going to take a shower. Billy, want to come up and help?"

"No can do. I gotta keep you an honest woman. Remember your promise to Doug? Tell you what I will do. Come down here after the shower and I'll dry you off. That way I won't be really be touching you. Okay?"

"Be back in a few."

Billy sat next to Jill, leaned over and gave her a kiss. "I love you, Honey and what you do to me. I used to think the passion and lust had gone out of our marriage, not any longer. I'm still turned on and want to make love to you right now."

"It's all I can do to keep myself from climbing all over you." She put her martini down and leaned back pulling him with her. Her juices were flowing and he had a raging hard on. As he removed his clothes Angie returned with her hair wrapped in a towel, carrying another.

"Haven't you two had enough? For Christ's sakes, do I have to throw water on you? Does this mean I have to dry myself off?"

"Go ahead, Honey, I know you want to feel her up. I'll just watch."

Billy got up and taking the towel from Angie he started on her back. She lifted her arms and spread her legs to help him thoroughly dry her. He spent a lot of time in the crack of her ass. She told him that her asshole was particularly wet and asked him to make sure it was dry before asking her to turn around.

Turning her he carefully dabbed her eyelids dry and spent a little time on her ear lobes. Moving to her chest he got her breasts completely dry but seemed to have trouble getting the last little bit of moisture from her nipples. Moving south he rubbed her abdomen in soft circles and removed the water from her navel. At her pussy he carefully dried both sets of lips making sure he accidently caressed her clitoris, several times. Rubbing her legs down he squatted on the floor, took one foot and then the other into the towel massaging each toe. Last, he kissed the souls of each foot before sucking her big toes. "There, that aught to do it."

"Not quite, I have to thank you for that wonderful massage." Angie wrapped one arm around his waist and the other around his neck pulling him to her lips. Giving him a long passionate kiss she dry humped his leg leaving it moist with her juices. "Too bad I gotta go. We could do some serious fucking here, huh, Jill? Just like old times."

"Good old times."

With that she quickly dressed and left giving each a kiss. "Doug won't believe this!"

"Honey, let's go upstairs and make mad passionate love like we used to."



Passion and Lust Lost Ch. 03



"Jesus, I almost came coming home. Quick, to the bedroom, I need to be fucked and fucked hard. After I tell you about my day I'll want another go at you and your cock."

"My, we're a little randy, aren't we? It's good to see you so worked up. Didn't you relieve yourself at Jill's or have you been saving it for me?"

"I told you I wouldn't suck, fuck or fluff anyone. That's just the problem, I should have. Then I wouldn't be standing here begging you to fuck me."

"Come on, give me a little something before we do the down and dirty. I've been waiting all afternoon to hear what happened. It was all I could do to keep from jerking off imagining what was going on."

"Okay, just a little for now. I quickly whipped everyone into shape with the crop. They bought into it so I kept it up. About halfway through I spanked Jill pretty hard and raised some nasty looking welts on her ass that were still there when I left."

"Holy shit, really?"

Angie wouldn't tell him any more. Grabbing his hand she headed for the stairs. Over her shoulder she asked about the kids. Short of them killing themselves she wouldn't have stopped. By the time he closed the bedroom door she had most of her clothes off and was sitting on the bed pulling at her sneakers. Doug wasted little time and was on the bed stroking his cock waiting for her. As soon as she could, she was at his cock, kissing and loving it. Doug quickly issued his lube and told her to sit on his cock before he came.

"Oh, no you don't!" Angie changed her position to kneeling above Doug and grabbed his cock. Before giving them a chance to get into the best position, she quickly sat down taking him into her pussy and started humping. Trying to keep up, Doug moved around under her until she could take everything he had. Their bed started creaking [loudly] as they thrust at each other. Neither seemed to care if their children could hear them or the bed. Angie soon leaned her head back and with closed eyes commanded, "Fuck your Mistress. Fuck her hard. Your life depends on it!"

Both were grabbing and yelling at the other. Doug responded in role, "Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress." He cruelly grabbed her tits as she held his hands to her chest telling him to hurt her. She reached back, grabbing his balls she played with them like Captain Queeg [of The Caine Mutiny]. Feeling her pussy milking his cock Doug released his cum with an intensity he rarely felt. Angie could feel his ropes of semen hit her. The sensation was all she needed to trigger her climax. Writhing in orgasm she drew out more of Doug's semen. Drained, he kept pumping away to prolong his enjoyment and shepherd her through her aftershocks. Soon, both were thrusting at each other refusing to concede that they were done.

"Oh, my God, my God, Doug. You are such a nasty, nasty boy. You weren't yourself. I didn't know you would hurt me so well! God, that was intense. I want to pay you back. Should I put my dominatrix outfit on and play the part as I give you a royal fucking or should I wait until you're ready?"

"Oh, please no. Anything but that!"

"Wait? Did little Dougie give his mistress too much, too soon? Hmmm? Did he? Okay, I'll use this time to tell you what happened. Once you find out what your naughty wife's been up to the last few hours you might want to hurt her, again. But, first I have to check on the kids to let them know I'm home and that we're to be left alone for a little while."

Returning, Angie told Doug of her afternoon at Jill's gangbang with Billy's friends. Angie role-played a dominatrix throughout. Billy and Jill thought her performance was great, exceeding their expectations. She felt good about it, too. The six men, including Billy, assumed different identities and wore masks to help each perform as if they were anonymous. They quickly got into their roles and played them for all they were worth when they found out that if they didn't they could be eliminated from future gangbangs.

Doug started stroking himself when Angie told him of the short arm inspection she conducted at the beginning. "That must have been fun. It was all crop and nothing but crop, right?" referring to her using her crop to examine the men's penises and scrotums for sores and lesions. "You didn't grab or stroke them, did you?"

"Nope."

"Jill wore a mask and training collar the whole time."

"Why'd she do that?"

"She felt a mask would add to the illusion that she was a fuck toy. Remember, she wanted to be fucked without consideration of her needs and wants, just to be used. The training collar was my idea. I used it as a conspicuous mark of her status, a submissive slave.

We started with Jill tied up on her back. Only two of them wanted to fuck her that way. I didn't think they were as impersonal as they should have been. She played her part and got both of them off while sucking someone else and jerking off another. She was pretty busy."

"What did you think while this was going on?"

"I had two overriding concerns: was I believable as a dominatrix and was Jill in danger at any time? Halfway through I asked Jill privately if the dominatrix thing was working and if she was okay. She said yes. In fact, she couldn't wait to get back for the second round and start fucking all over, again.

"When we took a break I had her clean all their cocks and scrotums before cleaning herself. God, she was a sloppy mess. Then I had her serve all the men naked. I had her give them towels first. My thought was that her walking around, the only one with no clothes on would reinforce her status as a slave.

"I sent the men upstairs to rest and get ready to cum a second time while Jill and I held back for another round of martini's. Back in role I gave them another chance to fuck her tied up but no one wanted her that way. I did have one that wanted to be tied up and have her fuck him. I thought she did a very good job with him. It was probably the best fucking any of them received all afternoon. It was at this point that I gave her those welts for wanting to cum after him. I thought to make myself credible I had to do something unexpected and harsh. Hitting and hurting her was the best way to do that. It hurt me almost as much as hearing her scream and watching her tear up. Have you ever hurt your best friend?"

"No. But, here she is, your best friend, fucking all these guys acting like a whore. Is she still your best friend after all this? Did you find her doing this repugnant and offensive, or not? If not, why not?"

"She's my best friend. I wasn't offended because I know she loves Billy. She did this because it was a fantasy she wanted to live out. I don't think less of her for wanting to do that or actually doing it. Hell, we all have fantasies. Part of me admires her that she had the guts to make one of them real. Hell, I'd love some of my fantasies to come true.

"Don't forget, Jill and I go back a long way. We did a lot that we weren't proud of then or now but it helps to put things in perspective.

"Well, after smacking her to make the point that her needs didn't matter the remaining guys totally ignored her and used her like a punchboard. After all got off a second time two thought they could go another round. One of them was Jimmy Boulton. You don't know him but he's had a thing for her ever since college so fucking her was special for him. Her too, because she knows about his feelings and Billy's clueless.

"Both got off by shooting their loads at her. She had a mouthful and swallowed all of it, straightaway. That was the highlight of the afternoon and the last of it."

"What was Billy doing all this time?"

"He was one of them. As she thought, assuming an identity and hiding behind a mask let him treat her like a whore. And, treating her like one helped him watch her become one."

"So, your best friend's a whore?"

"No, not really. The role she played was a whore. Out of role and being herself she's still Jill, my best buddy."

"Jesus, that's hard to believe. Jill can behave like a whore but not be one? That's fucked up. The duck test says she's a whore."

"Huh?"

"You know, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must be one. You're just rationalizing her behavior to preserve your relationship with her."

"That may be but I won't concede the point. The next time you see her you'll treat her the same as before. In the process, you'll find out she hasn't changed, not a bit. Hey, I'm serious about this. You'll treat her as Jill, your friend, my best friend, and our children's godmother."

Ronnie

"Hey, Ronnie. It's Jill. How're you doing?"

"Hi, Jill. Oh, I'm just here folding laundry. Hey, it's been a little while. Can you get away for a long lunch? I'd like to talk over a few things and thought doing it over wine might be the best way. Maybe later on this week?"

"I'd love to. Friday's the best day for me. Most of the week's work is done by then and, if I need to I can stretch it out for the whole afternoon."

Friday it was. Ronnie took Jill to a small place far enough away from her work that there'd be little chance they'd be interrupted by her colleagues. Ronnie was still trying to find out about the [first] gangbang and wanted to compare notes with Jill. And, if she could fortify herself with enough wine she wanted to explore how to change her marriage's dynamics. Things were not improving there with time.

When the wine arrived Ronnie opened up with her frustration that Joe [her husband] hadn't come up with any new information. After he told her he'd ask around about the gangbang she'd been hounding him for results. Not getting anything from him or other sources she wanted to know if Jill had anything new.

"Well, I heard something this week that might shed light on this whole thing. If I can believe what I was told there was another consensual gangbang."

Ronnie almost spit out her wine. "What? Was it more of the same or was it different people? When did it happen? Oh, my God! Is our little community turning into Peyton Place?"

"Hey, that's all I know. I'd want to confirm it with some other people before I'd believe it, though." Sipping her wine, Jill tried to appear casual but her heart was racing. Would Ronnie rise to the bait and take the conversation to the next level? She did.

"This is absolutely delicious. Can you imagine? Just between us, I'd love to be the lucky woman, or women getting screwed by a bunch of men."

"Why would you want that? What would it do to your marriage? What would happen if the word got out?"

"For the sake of maintaining appearances I wouldn't want it to get out. That aside, I'm thirty and have been married almost ten years. If this is what I have to look forward to for the next forty I'll kill myself first. How's your marriage? Good? Well, you're a lucky girl. Joe and I argue and hurt each other as often as not. We're constantly at each other's throat. Honestly, if things don't change I have to leave him and start over before it's too late. Christ, I've got to find some peace and happiness before I lose it."

"You think being gangbanged will do that?"

"Well, it might give me the release I'm seeking. I've fantasized about doing one since I was a teenager. Now that I find it happening in my own backyard I'm getting jealous thinking, why can't that be me? Sure, I want one. Maybe that will counter all the self-destructive shit Joe and I are engaged in."

"How would Joe feel about this? From what we've heard these have been consensual gangbangs. Or, would you do it without him knowing?"

"We've talked about it so he knows where I'm coming from. He thinks I'm crazy for wanting this. Would he agree to it? Probably not but, so what? What do you think?"

The moment of truth arrived more quickly than she thought. The dilemma was to confess or not, and to help or not. "I don't think there's an easy answer here. Tell you what. Let me call off for the rest of the afternoon and we'll talk this over. Maybe if I understood what's really going on with you and Joe I might be able to give you a more informed answer."

They spent the rest of the afternoon and another bottle of wine considering the possibilities and ramifications. When they left it was understood that Jill still owed her an answer to the basic question, what did she think about Ronnie being gangbanged? Of course, implicitly Jill would have to reveal her recently having had two herself.

Billy

"No kidding. So, Ronnie wants a gangbang of her own. Does she know about you and your fantasy fulfilled? No? Well, are you going to tell her? If she knows about you she can put two and two together and figure out that her husband has fucked you a couple of times. Won't that be fun when she finds or figures it out? I don't want to be anywhere near their house when she does. I just hope there won't be a lot of collateral damage. You and I should have been prepared for community outrage and friends abandoning us like rats on a sinking ship. Shit. The Law of Unintended Consequences strikes, again. But had we foreseen this possibility and taken it into account before we started we might not have gone ahead with it. Shit. What do we do now?"

"Well, one thing's for sure, I'll not make any apologies. I am a consenting adult. I did what I wanted and have no regrets. Take Angie as an example. She knows and hasn't abandoned us. Although I understand Doug had some reservations in the beginning he's all right with it, now. Remember when the rumors started after the first one? All the wives were outraged. But, as they talked it over [and over] their responses morphed into admiration for the mystery woman. Some even envied her. Ronnie is a case in point. If they're judgmental or so offended that they're scandalized I don't want them as friends. They can go their separate ways. They won't be missed."

"I'll remind you of those words should the need arise. Okay, so what are you going to tell Ronnie?"

"Everything. And, you'll be there when I do!"

Doug

"I've got to tell you, Doug, it was fun and exciting. I was hot the whole time. We've gotta try this BDSM stuff. It amplifies all your sensory responses. If it felt good before it'll feel better doing it."

"How do you know?"

"Ask Billy and Jill. They'll tell you. It made their sex better. In Billy's words it was 'awesome.' Come on. Let's try it. We can start light and easy. As we know more and know what we like we can add layers of complexity until we find out where we want to be. Hey, if we don't like it we can walk away. First things first, though, are you dominant or submissive?"

"How in the world would I know?"

"What have you fantasized?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. I don't believe that for a minute. What have you fantasized?

"I'm too embarrassed to say."

"What? Now you've got to tell me. Come on, give it up or you don't get any, not now, not ever. You're cut off until further notice!"

"This is bullshit. Where is it written that you have to know everything about me? For Christ's sakes, you'd be the last to tell me everything about you. Wait, I don't want to know. I couldn't deal with it as weird and as fucked up as you are. I think this conversation is evidence of that."

"Give it up."

"All right but no laughing or making fun of me, okay? Okay. Sometimes I dream you're sodomizing me. When I do I wake up with a raging hard on. If you're there I want to have sex and it's generally rougher than at other times. If you're not there I jerk off."

"Ewww. Well, that explains it. Your morning and middle of the night fucks are more intense than your evening fucks. I can tell you your dick is longer and harder then. Well, I'll just have to get a strap-on and strap you on. This'll be great. Maybe then you'll get some idea of what it's like to be on the receiving end.

"Okay, here's my thing. I really got off being a dominatrix. I guess that means my preference is to dominate. Even if we've got it right I think there should be a role reversal at some point so we understand the alternatives."

"There's something else. If there's another gangbang I want in. I've always wondered what it would be like."

"Oh, sure. You just want to fuck Jill. You've had a thing for her ever since you met her. I'm not sure I like this idea. If it's another chick it would be different, but I won't commit to you fucking Jill, not yet."

Ronnie

"Hey, Ronnie, it's Jill. I've given your idea a lot of thought and think I've come up with something. Maybe we could talk it over in a relaxed, comfortable way. I thought if you could come over sometime today [Saturday] or tomorrow we could pick up where we left off. Yeah, I know tomorrow's the guys' game day. If that works better for you we can use the den. Okay, Sunday at one works for me. We'll just mooch their munchies. Coffee or wine? Red or white? Too early in the day for red, I've plenty of white to pick from. See'ya then. Bye."

"Hey, you drove over? Well, they're settled in for the game; no need to bother them. Make yourself comfortable; I'll be right back.

"Billy has one of those little refrigerators in here. I'll just keep the rest of the bottle chilled till we need it. I brought another along, just in case. After all, we went through two of them Friday afternoon. I've laid in some popcorn, nuts and chips. There's other stuff out there if you want.

"Okay, here's what I've got; more information about the gangbangs that might help you decide what you want to do. First let me get something." Jill left the den and returned with Billy. Closing the door she turned to Ronnie and told her that they were the couple hosting the gangbangs. Specifically, that she was the mystery woman.

Ronnie was speechless. She didn't say anything for a few moments but her eye movements gave her away. She was thinking. The first words out of her mouth were, "That son of a bitch! If he thought our home life was bad he has no idea of what is to come. How was he, Jill? Was he a good fuck or just mediocre? Son of a bitch!"

"I'm not going to answer that. But I will say that he did exactly what you told me you want to do. I don't see a lot of difference here. But, maybe you weren't being honest when you said you wanted one of your own? I kind of doubt it. Joe told me a couple of weeks ago that you wanted to be gangbanged and asked me to talk to you. He didn't ask that I talk you into or out of anything. I felt you out Friday and concluded that between what you and he said, separately, that it was a heartfelt sentiment on your part and not a rouse to simply uncover more information."

"Was that before or after you fucked him?"

"Actually, he talked to me about this between the two times I fucked him."

"What do you think about this, Billy; your wife fucking all these guys?"

"The first gangbang was my idea. Afterward I thought it was a big mistake and took it pretty hard. Jill came up with a novel way to hold a second one and it turned me around. She can fill you in on the details. Let me just say this, I think we understand each other better now than ever before. We also have more respect for one another and the others' needs. I'll leave now to get back to the game. If you need me again send Jill. I'm not sure you want to walk into the family room and confront Joe in your present frame of mind." Billy slipped out of the den. Just as he closed the door a huge roar erupted in the family room. He missed the play.

"Well, where do we go from here? You can walk out the door and I'm guessing our friendship will be over, or we can talk this thing through and end up someplace that preserves our friendship. Which is it?"

They talked and talked. By the time they finished the second bottle Jill had brought her up to date. Covering her motivations, scripts and sexual responses she left nothing out. She spent a lot of time discussing Billy's arguments before the first gangbang and his reaction to it afterward, and how their marriage was almost torn by it. Ronnie excused herself to use the bathroom at that point, but not before asking Jill to get Joe. Jill used the opportunity to use another bathroom. Returning through the family room with more wine she motioned Joe to follow. When they got to the den Ronnie was seated, waiting for them.




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After Jill closed the door Joe asked Ronnie what she wanted. She got up, approached and slapped him hard hissing through her teeth, "You bastard, you filthy, rutting bastard! Is that all any of you ever want? Did you ever consider what my finding out about it might do to our marriage? The kids and I should walk out the door and let you get your sex in gangbangs."

Sitting down she warmed a little and said, "I'm sorry. I had to say that to get all the hurt and anger off my chest, and preserve what little dignity I have left. The problem is, for all your faults, and they are many, I love you. I can't hold you to blame for acting on the same urges that are driving me. You just acted first. So, here it is, I'm having a gangbang of my own. Jill is going to plan it with me and, should I need help, she's volunteered it, or a friend of hers. I think you've met her, Mistress Shannon? I just talked to her on the phone and she remembers you. She said you were 'acceptable.'"

Joe was relieved but didn't like the idea that he wasn't to be included in the planning or execution. "Look, like it or not I'm involved in this thing, if it even happens at all. Just so we're clear, I'll be a part of this and have an equal voice. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's your body and libido, but it's my wife. Case closed. This is not negotiable. Clear? Good."

Ronnie and Jill started planning but not before opening their third bottle of wine. Billy drove her home that afternoon.

Bits and Pieces

Jill organized a luncheon with Ronnie and Angela. They agreed that the next gangbang would be at Jill's house because of the cover 'game day' gave them. Ronnie would be the one banged. Jill and Angela would be there to help manage the men and to make sure everything went smoothly. They left undecided whether Jill and Angela would fluff. While Jill felt sure it wouldn't be a problem with Billy, Angie was unsure about Doug. Moreover, Doug wanted to be one of the bangers.

The format was to be conventional, that is, no masks or BDSM. It would be straight fucking. Everyone could cum as many times as they were able. Only Ronnie would get fucked. Jill and Angie could do anything else but in no case could they get any of the guys off. However, once the gangbang was over, all restrictions would be lifted. It promised to be a long and draining day.

When Doug found out there was another gangbang planned he applied pressure to attend. Angie coyly demurred to gain the leverage she needed to be able to fluff the other men. This was a defining moment for them because prior to Mistress Shannon they had never strayed from their bed [Well, almost. Doug didn't know about Angie's indiscretion with Billy]. Married seven years and two kids later they felt secure enough in their marriage to give it a try. Doug agreed to go along with Angie fluffing men and she agreed to him fucking Ronnie [but not Jill].

Ronnie assured Jill and Angie that Joe knew of their plans and agreed to it. That was not quite true. Other than the confrontation at Billy and Jill's house they had not brought it up, again. However, both noticed that the anxiety level at home had de-escalated to the point where they weren't constantly at each other's throat. It was in this environment that Ronnie told him of the plans already made.

"Joe, I met with Jill and Angie the other day to plan my gangbang. We've got it all figured out."

"Whoa, I told you I wanted to be involved."

"That's why I'm going over it with you, now. Changes can be made at any time."

"Who's Angie?"

"Mistress Shannon. She's a friend of Jill's that goes back to college."

"I thought she was from out of town."

"She lives a half-hour away. The whole out-of-town thing was to convince you guys that no one would know who you were. Turns out she went to school with Jimmy and Jill. Okay, here's what we've planned." What remained unclear was Joe's role. Would he even be there; would he participate, or not?

After much discussion and a sudden case of cold feet, Joe decided not to go. He would drop her off and pick her up but wouldn't be there for the gangbang. Privately, Ronnie was relieved. Their tumultuous marriage not withstanding she didn't want him embarrassed or made uncomfortable in front of his friends. More selfishly, she thought she could enjoy herself more if he wasn't there.

"How does this look?"

"Nasty. Do you know how to work that thing?"

"Duh, let's just say it's intuitive. Now, turn over while I get some lube. Are you ready, Doug? I've got my end in, now it's time for your end. I'll go real slow and stop after I get the head in. After your butt's adjusted to it I'll skewer you with rest. Remember, I'm using the little six inch one. After we're sure this works we'll try the eight incher."

"Jesus H. Christ! That's uncomfortable. Ow! Hold on. Hold on. Don't play Mistress Shannon with me. I'm thinking we should have got each other cranked up before trying this. Ooooh. That's better. Now take it slow. Goddamn it. I said, slow. Rather than just pushing into me try pumping and go a little deeper each time. That's better. Is that you hard up against my ass? No. Oooof, that wasn't too bad. Now, start fucking me."

"Hey, I kind of like this. I can use my hips better and drive with my legs this way. There, take that you pussy. Jesus, it's too bad I can't cum through this thing. I'd give you an enema you'd never forget! I like this. It'll be very easy for me to get off with this thing on. There, oh, Dougie, this is great. Hey, start thrusting back at me. Yeah, Baby, that's it. That's it. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!

"That's a whole new sensation. How was it for you?"

"I don't know. Other than helping you get off it didn't do anything for me. No, I don't think a longer or softer dick would make a difference. Just so you know, I'm always ready to try new and different things. And, as long as it's good for you I'll go along with it for your sake." Not being entirely selfless Doug had an ulterior motive. Unknown to Angie he had bought nipple clamps. "Here, let me try these on." [They were the type that clamped harder when pulled.]

"Yeow! Jesus, they hurt. Take them off. Take them off, now. Goddamn it. What are you trying to do you sadistic bastard? They hurt! Well, maybe not so much now. That's better. After the initial shock wears off they're tolerable. You know somehow my nipples are connected to my pussy. This little tingling of pain in my nipples is getting me hot. Oh, I can deal with this just fine. Yeah, Baby. Hey don't pull that chain. Go for it. Yeah, this is working. Come now, fuck me harder you bastard. Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh. Jesus Christ! I'm cumming, again."

Billy and Jill were worried. Instead of a gangbang for Jill things were snowballing and were now nearly out of control. Their hosting someone else's gangbang made them to realize that left unchecked they would have one every weekend for someone. Could doubling up to include Saturdays be far behind? Did they want to continue down this path, or was an alternate path or none at all preferable? They had no idea. "Billy, I'm going to find out if we can shift this from our house to someone else's or a hotel with conference or ballroom facilities. We'll have to go ahead with Ronnie but I'm getting nervous about our house getting on people's radar screens. I mean, have any of the neighbors said anything to you?"

"As a matter of fact, several have. They know we have a 'game day' every Sunday and have asked to come, too. I've been begging off but I can't do that forever. To be honest, I'd like to pass this off to someone else. Let them do the organizing and hosting. Have you heard anything from the wives?"

"Yeah, but nothing that is putting pressure on us like the husbands. Although, a few asked if I'd consider opening the game day to include wives. You know, have a coffee clutch or something while the game is on. Shit. I'm calling some of the hotels right now."

"Well, it turns out that they have sales and banquet staff that book this stuff. It's after normal work hours so I'll follow-up with them tomorrow."

The Bang

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. There's been a change in plans. You'll notice Joe is absent. He couldn't make it. In his place I have recruited a friend, Doug. His wife and Jill go back to their college days. She knows what's going this afternoon and is okay with it. As a matter of fact, you'll meet her in a few minutes. Oh, I almost forgot Jill isn't pulling today's train. Don't worry; we've recruited someone to take her place, too. Turns out you all know her, except Doug."

Everyone was sitting on the edge of their seat. What was going on? No one had told them there was to be a gangbang today! Who was this Doug character? Was he reliable and discrete? Why is his wife here? Maybe she's Jill's replacement? No, that can't be, Billy just said we all knew her and Doug didn't. Who is she?

"Ronnie, please join us in the family room." Ronnie came out smiling and wearing the same dressing gown Jill had worn at her first gangbang, down to and including the broach at her throat.

"Hi, guys!"

"Holy shit! Is that you, Ronnie?"

"Oh, my God!

"No way!" And on, and on.

"That's right. I've been a bad girl and must be punished. The same rules you used for Jill apply today with one major exception. I like my ass played with. No penetration but anything else goes. We'll use Jill's last gangbang's format but without a dominatrix and BDSM. We'll go until I have no more takers. That's right, every last drop you can muster will either have been deposited in or on me by the time we quit. I'll douche periodically so that I don't get too messy. Any questions? No? Okay. Before we begin I'd like to stretch out a little first. Billy? The music, please."

Ronnie assumed classic stretching stances and started working her core and hamstrings. As she did the dressing gown fell away revealing that she wore nothing underneath. In preparation she had gone through a workup similar to Jill's that included a full body waxing. A naturally beautiful woman she was made more so by being comfortable with her nakedness. The two bottles of wine she shared with Jill and Angie earlier helped as well. Stretched out she undid the broach and removed the gown to spend a few moments with each of the men encouraging them to familiarize themselves with her body. By the time she finished her circuit she was glowing. She was also aroused. Her pussy's outer lips had a pinkish tinge to them and the inner ones peaking out were glistening with her juices. "Oh, and by the way, there's something else that's different this time. Jill and Angie, please join us."

"Hi, guys, this is Angie, Doug's wife." Both came in wearing absolutely transparent hip-hugging wraps that barely covered their pussies, and nothing else. The wraps were held in-place with a button riding on their hip. "We here to join in. We're your fluffers. Our jobs are to get you ready and keep you ready while you're waiting to fuck Ronnie. Hell, we'll even take care of you afterward, too. The only restrictions are we can't be fucked and you can't cum. Short of that, anything goes. Yes, you can play with our assholes, too, but no penetration. Of course, that means we can play with yours. Angie, got anything you want to add?"

"Just that this is a first for Doug and I so we'll try not to fumble the ball." As the laughter died down several men noticed the gold skull charm in her navel.

"Okay, guys one last surprise. Jill and I found a massage table sturdy enough to take the pounding we're going to give Ronnie today. It's in the garage. I need someone to help bring it in. Doug? Okay. Meanwhile, Jill will show the rest of you how she wants the furniture arranged so we can set the table up. Angie, please start the porn on the wide screen. We'll start in a few minutes. Ronnie, are you ready?"

Getting on her knees in front of Al she stopped licking his dick long enough to say, "I'm good to go."



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"Hey, Joe, come on in. Everyone's left except Ronnie. Yes, yes, she's fine. A little worn out maybe, but just fine. To tell you the truth, we had some wine before we started. Yeah, I know it was early in the day but we all wanted something to take the edge off. We've been drinking martinis ever since. Right now I'd say she's feeling no pain, of any kind. Come with me. She's in the family room. Can I get you anything to drink? Beer it is.

"Hey, Ronnie, Joe's here. I'm going to set him up with a beer and then leave you two alone. If you want you can leave without letting us know. Billy and I'll be upstairs. Of course, get us if you need anything. In the mean time, the first floor is yours. Take what you want. Do what you want, for as long as you want."

Joe came into the family room expecting to see his wife disheveled, her hair, make up and clothing in total disarray. Instead he found her as he would on any Sunday afternoon, jeans, shirt and sneakers. There was something different though, she had a glow about her and was sitting in a totally relaxed pose, a leg pulled underneath her on the couch. Leaning back with her drink she had a warm smile on her face that could have been the result of having just fucked six guys all afternoon long, the alcohol, or both.

He had dreaded returning to Billy and Jill's to pick her up. The afternoon would change the dynamics of their marriage or end it. The gangbang was a huge gamble for them but the alternative was worse. They were becoming estranged and unless something changed there would be a separation or divorce. If that happened it would be complicated; kids were involved. To avoid that they were highly motivated to change the direction of their marriage. Certainly, Ronnie being gangbanged would force a change but it would not have been his choice for a catalyst. He acknowledged he was partially to blame for her insisting she do it. He had recently been in two himself. Perhaps she wanted to level the playing field before seeking remedies to their downward spiral. 

When Ronnie found out Joe had gangbanged Jill she was mad at him and herself, not for his infidelity and Jill's wantonness, but for him having acted on his fantasy before she acted on hers [she had fantasized being in a gangbang, too]. Her cool reception to his fucking someone else was more the result of her having had a brief affair with Billy than being betrayed. Neither spouse knew about the affair. It was a brief fling two years ago. In fact, no one knew of it. Sparked more by circumstances [both were drunk at the time] than attraction at one of the countless parties the couples attended, their familiarity with each other let curiosity run its course. They had met several times after to explore if there was a relationship in the offing and play out the excitement of having sex with someone other than their spouses. The element of danger from being found out added to the passion and lust they felt. It was rewarding and pleasurable but ultimately not life altering. They remain friends and successfully hid their indiscretion from others ever since.

[Well, that's not completely true. Ronnie had lashed out at Joe during a particularly hurtful row and told him she had slept with one of his friends but refused to say who. Joe was unsure then and now if it was true or an attempt to hurt him during their argument.]

Ronnie had used Jill's gangbangs as leverage to have her own. Joe went along with it [primarily out of guilt] but was made so uncomfortable with the idea that he chose not to join in. As they discussed it [more and more] Joe concluded that her motivation was more a need to pay him back for his infidelity than anything else. [He got it wrong.] This realization more than anything else convinced him to go along with her plans.

So, here he was, sitting across from his wife struggling to find an opening line that wasn't judgmental or threatening. He went with something innocuous, "Hi, sweetheart. Everything okay?"

Taking a sip of her drink to give herself time to frame a response, she said, "Just fine. Thanks for asking." As soon as the words left her mouth she realized they were too formal and didn't convey her true feelings. She tried, again. "I'm sorry, Joe. That's the alcohol talking. It's not what I want to say nor the way I want to say it.

"Physically, I feel fine. I used so much lube and with all the fluids I'm not even raw. My muscles are sore from over work, but it's a good sore. The kind you get after a really hard workout. I'm guess it's the lingering effects of all those endorphins. No one abused me although some were pretty rough, but that's the way I wanted it. But, I am sexually exhausted. I think 'satiated' is the word.

"There are so many things I'm feeling right now it's hard to sort them all out but first and foremost you need to know I'm very much in love with you. One of the many reasons I love you is your letting me do this. I kind of forced this on you for spite and for that I'm sorry [That's not the real reason but she chose it knowing it would be well received by Joe.]. But, oh, my God! Having done it I now realize that there is more out there than I could have imagined. Oh, sure, you read about this stuff and listen to others talk about it but never really take it serious. Not longer. For me, it's wonderful and I want it to be a part of my life. The question is, can you live with that? No, wait! Before you answer that there are other things I have to say.

"My greatest fear is to lose my youth and prime without having achieved anything, without having done anything. When I'm in my fifties and older I need to be able to say that I lived life to its fullest with every intent of continuing to do so. This afternoon is a step in that direction. Yeah, I know raising our kids to be good and stable people is a wonderful accomplishment but doing that uses so little of me. Oh, don't get me wrong. Raising a family is hard work but to do it successfully requires using only a small subset if my abilities and satisfies only a small subset of my needs. What about the rest? When I reach late middle age I don't want my life to solely revolve around my family. I need and want more.

"Am I alright? I feel more alive right now than I ever have. Oh, my God, it's like being on a natural high. It's hard, maybe impossible for a woman to convey to a man the feelings and sensations she experiences when having good sex. If you have even the faintest idea of what that means then a woman having sex with a number of men and losing herself in a frenzy of involuntary responses is beyond your understanding. It is so satisfying, so enjoyable and so fulfilling that having now experienced it the only thing that could compare is doing it or something like it, again. I'm not talking an addiction here, nor am I saying that all sex must be this intense and sustained. Honestly, I don't think I have the physical or emotional stamina to fuck like this more than once in a while. But, knowing now what the rewards are I want to feel that intensity, again. And, can you imagine what it would be like with really talented men? Well, of course you can't. I don't even think I can but I'd give anything to find out. 

"As important as this is the bigger issue right now is you and our marriage. Can my realization and pursuit of sexual fulfillment co-exist with you in a committed relationship? I don't know. I think it can. I hope it can, but I don't know about you. How do you feel about all this? What do you want?"

Joe didn't know what to say. Clearly, Ronnie was reacting differently to her gangbang than he did to his with Jill. It seems that she would have to given the different levels of involvement and fundamental differences between men and women. If it were a perfect world though, he would want her to say she was glad she had finally had the experience but didn't care to do it again anytime soon, if ever.

Well, it wasn't a perfect world and he was staring at the prospects of this and God knows what all else becoming a staple of their marriage. "What are we talking about here? Are you saying you want an open marriage, you want to become a 'hot wife,' you want us to become swingers, become a slut and fuck anyone and everyone you want whenever you want, become a whore, or do you just want to cuckold me? Just what kind of marriage are you proposing?"

"What I don't want is you cheating on me. Although I understand it, you fucking Jill at her gangbangs without me hearing about it from you was a betrayal. You cheated me from being involved with an important part of you. Of course, maybe you've done it so often that it didn't seem important to you."

"Are you starting an argument or avoiding my question?"

"That's fair. I guess I want it both ways but we should limit this to answering your question. We can save the rest for later. The short answer is, I don't know. Well, that's not entirely true, I have no interest in cuckolding you. That's not who I am. It's not who you are so let's take that off the table. I guess for me it comes down to you fucking someone else and how I feel about that. Are you sure you don't want to answer that for yourself, first?

"No, huh? Well, let me start by saying that because I love you and have kids with you my hope is to remain married to you, but not to the exclusion of everything else. I don't see myself becoming a slut running around after men, either. What I do see is that occasionally a situation may arise that I feel comfortable with that may offer the potential for some really great sex. When it does I want to be able to act on it without having one of these soul-searching discussions about it. In short, I want to be trusted to be discrete and not put myself in positions that could harm you or me."

"At what point do I find out about it and from whom?"

"If it's planned I would tell you beforehand. If it isn't planned I would tell you about it after the fact, before anyone else did."

"Assuming the same holds for me you're talking about us having an open marriage, right?"

"I hadn't really thought about it in those terms but I guess I am. I want us to open our marriage. Can we do that?

"I have to think about it before answering."

Joe and Ronnie left shortly after that exchange. Returning from running the babysitter home he found his wife making dinner and the kids in the family room watching television. Everything looked and sounded normal. What lay beneath the surface was anything but normal.

Billy and Jill

"Oh, that was great fun. It was also the first time we got it going without all kinds of restrictions. If there is such a thing, it felt more natural. How did you like fluffing the guys and never being able to get off?"

"What do you mean? I got off several times before it ended. It was you guys that couldn't get off. It was more of a terrible tease than anything else. For me, the real fun began afterward."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, apparently Doug and Jimmy saved a little for me because we got it on in our bed afterward; the three of us. It was wonderful. They've had a thing for me for a long time that made it nice for me but better for them. You know, things like, 'Jill, I've looked forward to this for a long time.' And 'At last I'm able to fuck you without being just one among many.' It was sweet."

"Do you have an emotional bond or relationship with them?"

"No, not really. Both are certainly friends, good friends. But, I understand I'm more than just a fuck to them. While I really enjoyed myself, a fuck is all it was to me. You're the only one I make love to."

"Do you want to have an emotional bond or relationship with them?

"What? You mean like a lover?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh, shit! Where is this going? We've done this to act out our fantasies and help Ronnie. I've never considered taking on a lover or two as a fantasy or otherwise. Why do you ask? Do you want to take on a lover? I'm almost too afraid to ask. Do you?"

"Yeah, I think I would if I could find the right one."

"Holy shit! Do you have any in mind? Do I want to hear this?"

"Well, I'm very attracted to Ronnie and Angie. I wouldn't mind having either one as a lover. Of course, I have no idea how they would feel about it. [Pause.] Why don't you feel them out?"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck me? You're the one that dragged me through hell just so you could fuck a bunch of guys. Twice! Now, you're giving me a hard time for wanting to do the same. That's bullshit."

"If you want to fuck them then you ask them. Leave me out of it. Have you thought about how you having a lover would affect our marriage? It's one thing to fuck someone and enjoy the moment, and quite another to be committed to them. I think we need to think this through and be careful before lowering the bar. I can tell you that being married in name only doesn't work for me. We're either married or we're not. I don't want any part of polygamy or a polyamorous lifestyle.

Angie and Doug

"Wow! Do you believe that? That was simply amazing. I can't believe I was in a gangbang and didn't get fucked. Well, at least not more than once or twice."

"Huh? What are you talking about? You were fluffing and not supposed to be fucking anyone. Did you fuck someone? Jesus, Angie, why would you do that?

Angie turned in her seat to face Doug and told him to pull over. She wanted his undivided attention when she said, "You son-of-a-bitch. And just what the fuck were you doing all afternoon with Ronnie and then with Jill in her bedroom after the gangbang was over, catching up on old times, showing her the kids' latest pictures? You fucking hypocrite! Yes, I fucked someone today, two, actually. First Billy and then Charley. Billy, because I've always liked him and we've had a sexual tension thing going on for as long as I can remember. We've never acted on it until today.

[That's not entirely true. Prior to Jill's last gangbang Angie fondled Billy and gave him a brief oral treatment. Taking a shower after the gangbang she let him thoroughly dry her off before dry humping his leg. While they didn't have sex in the traditional sense, they purposely aroused each other and acted on it.] 

"Was it good? Did I enjoy myself? You bet your sweet ass I did! I met Charley at Jill's gangbang and was attracted to him. He's a very nice guy, kind of shy. He figured out that I was Mistress Shannon and we had fun reminiscing and laughing at our roll reversals while I fluffed him. After spending the afternoon helping everyone else get off I approached Billy. I needed relief and this was the perfect opportunity to finally fuck him. Boy, am I glad I did. He was wonderful. I'd love to fuck him, again. As a matter of fact, I think I'll call him and set it up. Afterward I approached Charley. He was reluctant but I insisted. He's a very good lover and I enjoyed him immensely. So, how were Ronnie and Jill?"

"You're right. I can't be upset with you. Yes, I fucked Jill after the gangbang. You know I've always had a thing for her. Just like you've had for Billy. And, like you, after the gangbang was over I had a chance to act on it, so I did. I know you wanted to be the one to okay or not allow it but my dick was talking to me and not my head.

"To answer your question, Ronnie is an extraordinarily attractive woman. Fucking her in a gangbang was a real treat. By the time I got to her she was loose and well lubricated. Even so, she was so aroused and into it that it didn't take her long to get me going. I lasted about as long as everyone else. If I can guess she enjoyed it, too. Either she's very good at faking it or she got off, as well. The second time was even better because the awkwardness of fucking someone you don't know was past and we were like old friends. It was great and I'm so glad I came today.

"The Jill fuck was also a first for me. Besides fucking someone I've always wanted to fuck I fucked her along with Jimmy. Yeah, that's right. I was in my first ménage a trios. It was different. It was fun and I'd like to do it, again. But, what I'd like to do even more is to fuck Jill one-on-one so I can experience all of her in the privacy of a bedroom, or wherever.

"Now that I've confessed all my sins, tell me, what did you mean when you said you're calling Billy to set up another fuck with him? What's going on? That's not anything we've talked about. Is this a one-time thing or are you saying you want to change our marriage? Your answer is important because I'm not sure what's going on and I'm not sure I can agree with you fucking around. A gangbang is one thing and an affair is something else."

"I don't know what I want. All I know is that after this afternoon we can't take anything for granted, our own or each other's behavior."

Bits and Pieces

Several hotels and convention centers nearby were interested in hosting a private party that included sexual activity. The hotels and centers wanted liaisons to take place in hotel rooms that they could rent but had to be persuaded to allow guest activities in a common, banquet room. No commitments were made but pricing was established.

Jill asked Ronnie and Angie if their homes were available to host future gangbangs only to run into reluctance and equivocation from both. That left using commercial facilities and the question left open if the participants would be willing to cover the hall rental cost.

Billy invited several of the neighbors to watch the following Sunday's football game at their house. Including wives it would be crowded. For the first time, wives of the game day regulars were invited. As predicted, the men coalesced in the family room to watch the game while the women gathered in the kitchen and front room. Several women noticed the charms Jill and Ronnie wore and commented on them. The explanation offered was that they were gifts from their husbands. Jill became evasive and offered no explanation when asked about the '2' that accompanied her charm.

Joe's absence was conspicuous to the regulars. Privately, Ronnie told Jill they were having a trial separation. It had been Joe's wish. He hadn't reconciled Ronnie's gangbang with what he wanted from their marriage.

When Jill wasn't being the hostess Jimmy and Doug spent time sounding her out about an encore of last Sunday's tryst. While flattered Jill begged off saying if the situation were right she might consider it. She didn't want to discourage them with an out and out refusal. Later, each separately pursued her wanting a private 'game day' celebration or weekday evening liaison. Both sensed a willingness on her part to meet with them but she refused to set firm dates or times. Each came away knowing that she wanted to meet them and it just remained to settle the details of where and when.

Billy played the gracious host well, attending to everyone's needs. In particular, he sought out Ronnie and Angie to see if there was interest on their parts to continue the prior game day's activity. Angie suggested that they include someone else in their plans in order to have a ménage a trios. After finding out that Doug fucked Jill with Jimmy she was eager to have one herself. To her surprise, Billy suggested they include another woman. A little while later he returned to say that Ronnie was interested in joining them. He thought they should find an opportunity to get together before their 'game day.' Apparently Billy didn't remember they had spent quite a bit of time together with Jill before Ronnie's gangbang and afterward.

Surprised and curious at Billy's idea Angie left the kitchen to find Ronnie only to run into her coming out of the front room looking for her. Both laughed and started giggling like schoolgirls before finding privacy in the den. They emerged later acting like best friends sharing a secret. Both headed for the bar and instead of refilling their wine glasses they made stiff martinis. Encouraged by their example, several wives switched as well. The first was Jill. Noticing Ronnie and Angie's conspiratorial behavior she joined them to find out what was going on. Everyone turned to see what was happening after they heard a loud "Oh, my God" erupt from the small cluster of women. Each was shushing the other but the martinis were taking their toll. Their only salvation was to remove themselves to the den closing the door behind them.




Passion and Lust Lost Ch. 04



Author's Note:

The story has found its way to this point and my quandary. There are countless directions it can take. It can also end right here. If you have unique ideas for continuation please let me know. Also, all comments to date have been from men [I think]. I would be curious to hear women's reactions. If you respond, please identify yourself as such. It's hard it make assumptions with some of these names to figure out who's who.

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