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Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 01

By: altego



I greatly appreciate the assistance of my editors for this story. Firstly, Angle Love. She does a great job of gently correcting my grammatical mistakes and making this a better-written story. If you find any mistakes in the finished product, I assure you it is a change I made after her review. Secondly, P_A_Solcrofft. He does an outstanding job of reviewing content and providing feedback on story lines and flow from beginning to end. 

Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism, swinging, and group sex. If such matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned. 

Finally, all characters in this story are of the legal age to have all the sex they want, with whomever they want without breaking any laws. 

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Her lips were wrapped wetly around my cock. I was near totally mesmerized as she alternately licked, nibbled and sucked my shaft as one hand held the base and the other lightly rolled my balls with such exquisite sensitivity. I could tell that she was not simply sucking my cock to prove she could; rather, she loved sucking cock. I could see it in her movements and in her eyes. 

My wife's mouth continued to work magic. I can say that I've never truly seen her enjoy giving head so much. Her eyes were glistening, her hair was mussed up, and she was attacking it like a starving animal. I loved seeing her just like she was at this moment; a total sex starved creature with her tiny dress pushed up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and juicy pussy to the room.

Things were beyond amazing and I knew they would never be the same, because you see, the lips on my cock were not my wife's and the cock she was sucking so ravenously was not mine.

Let me start from the beginning.

My wife, Abby, and I are not swingers and we do not go around looking to fulfill kinky, sexual fantasies. In fact, we might be considered quite boring. We married each other right out of high school and are approaching our 25th wedding anniversary.

That's not to say that neither of us has fantasies and didn't enjoy our own great sex and sharing of stories. In fact, we had shared quite a bit and had enjoyed exploring them immensely though we had managed to do it all within the confines of our marital vows. 

I only say we might be considered boring, because our sex lives have slacked off over the past few years. There was a lot to blame for that; raising kids, work responsibilities, you name it. Through living day-to-day lives, sex had somehow lost the priority it once held in our marriage. We still loved each other very much and are naturally affectionate to one another, but we had just lost that sizzle.

That gives you an idea where I'm coming from. To skip forward a little bit; my wife Abby and I have tried to get away on occasion to enjoy some alone time and just relax. We've travelled a few hours away by car or plane, enjoyed the amenities of an upscale hotel, and just be together while we recharged our batteries. Since we didn't get to make the trips very often, they were our primary source of quality sex as a couple. You know, the events when we would take a lot of time with each other and enjoy the entire experience immensely. 

We'd always get a little more risqué with our sex since we knew it might be awhile before we had more quality time. Traveling a distance away ensured we wouldn't run into anyone we knew. While away, we'd try different things. Sometimes we'd play minor BDSM games, fuck out on our balcony, or experience various other small adventures. They always got us wound up and ended with big smiles on our faces as we headed back home and what had become normalcy.

This trip was just like any other as it started. We had selected a nice Casino in Vegas to spend the weekend in its hotel. I'm not really into Casinos or gambling, but Abby does enjoy it, so I indulge her on occasion. Neither of us is gambling fanatics, so we go prepared to gamble away a particular amount of money. Then we're happy to stop once it is gone. If we win, then more the better.

Abby is still gorgeous at 43 years old. When I look at her, I still see that girl in the mini-skirt that would be waiting for me when I picked her up for dates. At 5'7" she is taller than many women. A blue-eyed brunette, she has all-natural good looks. While she's healthy and fit, she is in no way a work out fanatic that spends hours every day at the gym. 

Her 34C breasts are gorgeous and have suffered only slightly as time takes its toll on their perkiness. Her ass though is . . . wow. It is what originally attracted me to her. I literally had no idea I was an ass-man until I saw hers for the first time. It is the perfect heart shape with enough meat to make it jiggle nicely with a hard spank. I could, literally, stare at it all day and often do my best to do just that.

She has a natural grace that carries through in her movements and speech, which allows her to make friends instantly with her smile and personality.

Now, granted, I am biased, because I've been married to her for a long time, but her beauty is further attested by the glances, gapes and stares she receives from every male above the age of 18.

I am no troll either. At 6' 2" and a healthy 200 pounds, I am considered good looking, but am very aware that I married above my station; so to speak. However; our love has been rich and lasting, as we have proven through our long marriage and unbreakable friendship.

Now it's time to tell you about the trip that occasioned this story. 

After the flight we arrived directly to the Casino and checked in. The place was huge, bright, gaudy and completely over the top as all casinos are. Additionally, this was the latest and greatest on the strip so it had not suffered the decline into a state of sadness, as so many of the past greats had done. Not yet anyway. 

Since we don't get away as often as we like, we try to do it right, and had reserved a large suite for our weekend. As we arrived in it, we were impressed by the style and detail of the room, which had a large master bedroom, a living room area with a full bar, and a hot tub on the balcony. Needless to say the bathroom was opulent with its huge size, glamorous décor, large tub and a separate shower.

Abby had stocked up her suitcase with sexy outfits and we weren't there any longer than a few minutes before we were all over each other. My cock had been semi hard since we started the trip due to anticipation. Therefore, the second we were alone, it was out of control. 

We made out like teenagers for about 15 minutes, but both eventually agreed that we would save our real fun for later. Besides, it would just give us both time to get hotter for one another while we waited. Also, we had two nights here, so there really was no hurry.

We showered and dressed for our dinner reservations. Abby always stunned me when I saw her all dolled up and this time was no exception. She wore a simple black dress that was sleeveless and had just the right amount of dip to show off her cleavage. She wore black heels to match and topped it off with her pearl necklace that I had gotten her for her previous birthday. She required no hose, because her legs are perfect. As I zipped her up and kissed her neck, I took a short groping tour that uncovered, literally, her lack of panties.

"Oooooh, you're going to drive the boys crazy tonight," I crooned, as I nibbled on her neck.

She replied so naughtily with, "Mmmmmmm, that's the plan baby. Maybe we'll bring one home with us." 

She knew how to keep me revved up, because that's one of my extreme fantasies that I'd shared with her. Though, I knew she wasn't serious, the desire was completely and utterly amazing.

Sexily, I replied, "Well, if we get separated and you're a naughty girl, make sure you take pictures for me." I followed up with a laugh and a wink, which elicited the same from her.

Our dinner was fairly uneventful as we ate a light meal and did some romantic dancing in the restaurant. I could sense the eyes on her and it made me happy, as I liked to show her off. Of course, dinner being uneventful doesn't mean that I didn't take the opportunity to slip my hand up her short dress to fondle that luscious ass, or run my fingers lightly over her neatly trimmed pussy. I was never disappointed, because she was very wet, and I very much enjoyed walking around with her wetness and scent on my fingers.

After dinner, it was time for gambling. Watching her swish through the casino and get looks was just making me more horny, but I knew it'd be a few hours of delicious torture yet, as it was time to indulge Abby's gambling craving. 

We'd already established our monetary limit and while it wasn't a significant dollar amount, Abby always knew how to make smart bets and make hers last longer. I refuse to believe she's luckier than me 'it's likely true', but I usually lose my limit well before she does and so will end up waiting around on her, or playing the nickel slot machines until she's finished.

As we typically do, we started at the slots, and hung out together, just enjoying the moment while we kidded around and had fun. The place was rather crowded; of course, but we didn't care and were often able to find machines together.

Eventually, we wound up at her favorite game in the casino, roulette. She could somehow manage to play the game for a long time and usually ended up either even or slightly ahead. She placed smart but conservative bets, so she never made a lot of money at it. Regardless, she was only there to enjoy it and not to get rich.

When we arrived at the table, my allotment was already half gone and Abby had shown good luck at the slots and was up a couple hundred dollars. Of course; she would have happily split it with me, but we both knew that gambling was more a time killer for me and held no real interest. There was a range of other things I'd rather do than gamble, so she kept her winnings for use at the roulette table.

As we found one with two spaces open, we crowded in and began to play. I won't bore you with the details of the roulette wheel spins. But suffice to say, after about 30 minutes, I was nearly broke and Abby was ahead. 

We had been playing that time with a group of people that came and went, but had seemed to settle on three other men and one woman besides Abby and me. Abby is very outgoing, and while I can be socially challenged at times, I can be quite charming when needed. It wasn't long before we were joking and having a nice friendly conversation with the other regulars at the table.

They seemed to know each other well and it turned out they were a corporate team in Vegas on a work project and were staying over the weekend. When asked if they were staying in the casino, they all laughed and one of them explained that the company had put them in some rat hole on the outside of town. They were only on the Strip for some fun.

They had been a team working on projects together for years and had that casual, relaxed atmosphere around them that was easy for Abby and I to penetrate. Of course, it's easy to strike up a conversation when your wife is smoking hot, and the way the guys were snatching glimpses of Abby made me smile with all the fantasy ammunition we'd have for later in bed.

The guys' names were Greg, Ted, and Derrick. They were decent looking guys ranging from early to mid-thirty's. The girl's name was Susan. She was a pale-skinned redheaded beauty. At 38 years old, she was shorter than Abby by about four inches, which put her at about 5'3". She wasn't slim or plump, but what I'd consider curvaceous. In a nutshell, she was easy on the eyes and I was catching glimpses of her as the guys were eyeing my wife. 

In truth, I knew it was all fantasy play, because all four of the team members had families back in the city in which they lived, but my mind is a vivid place and I was having fun with it. That is, until I ran out of money. I made it longer than usual by mimicking Abby's bets, but she's cautious and I went for it a couple of times and found myself broke. She and I laughed about it, because it was the same old story that had played out in casinos in other places. There I was broke and she had a long way to go yet. 

I hung around and chatted with everyone at the table while we consumed alcoholic beverages and generally got closer. I was content for a time to watch Abby and Susan play, but eventually my boredom meter pegged out and I needed to move on. Since we got out like this so infrequently, I didn't want to rush Abby along and she was having a good time in good company.

Softly, I whispered in her ear. "Hey baby, I'm headed to the room to catch some expensive pay-per-view while you make our fortune. You stay as long as you want and have fun. I'll come check on you after it ends, okay?"

She turned and kissed me tenderly sending a thrill and a shiver throughout my entire body. "Okay love, Keep warm for me and I'll see you soon. If you watch porn, make it extra kinky for me." Looking at her stack of chips on the table, she looked back at me, winked and continued, "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

Letting my fantasy run away with me, I replied, "Remember, if you're not a good girl, then you have to get pics."

"Shut up!" She said with mock sincerity, punching me lightly in the arm. "I was talking about money, silly ass."

"Oh . . . money. Well no need to take pictures of that," I said laughing out loud. "Unless it's hanging out of your panty waistband. Oh wait, you're not wearing any of those," I finish with a wink of my own and a squeeze on her ass that was only separated from my hand by the very thin material of the dress.

I then bid the group of people at the table farewell for a little while as I was broke and hated to watch them all have a good time without me.

Everyone was smiles and platitudes as I headed toward the hotel section of the casino and my elevator. While I do love porn, I don't really watch much on pay-per-view. What I was interested in was the latest action superhero flick that was between the theater and rental periods, so I knew that would keep me occupied for a while and maybe Abby would be done by then.

Unfortunately (or maybe it should be fortunately), I only got 30 minutes into the movie when it crashed. It just went offline and put me back to the order screen. When I tried to resume, it then wanted to charge me for it again. I called the front desk and explained the issue, which they were happy to rectify. The only snag was that I'd have to watch the first 30 minutes again. Typically, that isn't an issue, but I wasn't caught up in this movie yet, so had fallen out of the mood. Either way, I had the credit on my account if I wanted to start it up again.

It may not have been the movie's fault that I wasn't into it, because I believe it was likely more of a case of being extremely horny and playing different fantasy scenarios through my head. With that in mind, I decided to head back downstairs and see if I could lure Abby away and up into our room. 

Of course, the casino was huge and crowded. There were tons of people about and it was a good little walk from the hotel elevators to the roulette table where I left Abby and the crew. Due to that, I could get up to it relatively undetected without even trying and therefore see them way before they could see me.

So it was from a distance that I saw her laughing and cutting up with the people at the table, which were the same as when I left only 30 or so minutes prior. As I was walking up to them, something caught my eye that was off; something not quite right about the situation. While they were all laughing and joking, Derrick appeared to be getting very close with Abby. 

Though I have alluded to it previously, this might be a good time to tell you, that to the core I am a voyeur. I am that pervert that loves to watch. Don't get me wrong, I love to touch too, but watching someone else is so exciting. It ranges from anything to do with casual people watching, to catching them in the act and getting turned on by it. It doesn't happen often and you cannot plan it, of course, but I have had the opportunity or two to see couples fucking through the windows of their homes and it is one of the biggest thrills I've ever experienced. 

No, I don't stalk houses and peep through windows. Instead, it is an opportunistic perversion. If I'm in a high-rise hotel and the couple in the building across the street decide to walk around naked and later have sex, then yes, I will watch every delicious moment and hope to get off in time with them.

But this feeling is beyond anything I had ever felt, because this time it was my beautiful bride Abby that I was getting to observe and she had no idea that I was doing it. How could I pass up this opportunity?

I need to say that while there was a tinge of jealousy, I reiterate that I love to show Abby off and so it is not unusual to catch other men looking at her. I don't get upset, I am happy that my wife has still got it.

I checked my watch and knew that Abby wasn't expecting me back for at least another hour and likely longer. I decided then what my course of action would be for the short term. I was going to watch and see what happened. 

My heart raced and my breathing increased as fantasies rolled through my head. Of course, at the time, I knew they were just fantasies, because Abby had never entertained, or even pretended to entertain the idea of making any of my fantasies like that come true. We were just not that kind of people. Regardless, the fantasy I was creating in my head was going to be great ammunition for later when we were in our room together.

As the place was very crowded still, it was easy for me to blend in with the other people walking around and it wasn't unusual at all for gamblers to wander around seeking that magic machine or game that would provide them with the most riches for the least risk.

As I watched while trying to appear casual, I saw that Derrick was indeed getting closer and I began to understand why it might be made easier for him. They were all drinking and Abby seemed to be drinking along. She didn't look drunk, rather, maybe a little tipsy and relaxed. She couldn't drive a car in her current state, but it wouldn't really be cause for me to worry that she was being coerced into anything.

I continued to watch and see the group of them laughing and talking. I'm not sure why I got the impression I did, but the conversation seemed to have drifted into a less socially acceptable topic. It was the way the guys and Susan grinned, and the way that Abby giggled and blushed a little bit. Though, she didn't seem uncomfortable enough to extricate herself from the situation, instead, she seemed to be enjoying it.

Beyond the laughter of the group, I soon saw Abby and Derrick whispering and lightly laughing. After a few moments of that, Abby looked around a little nervously. It was almost as if she was trying to see around the crowd to see if I was there and about to catch her doing something wrong. However, the others at the table were all in good spirits and I was nowhere to be seen, so she seemed to relax.

When I saw his hand rest on her shoulder while they continued to whisper and smile, I didn't think too much of it, but when he moved it down her back and gently squeezes her gorgeous ass, my heart leapt in my chest. "Holy shit!" flies through my head and my cock leapt in my pants. In truth, my exclamation may have been verbalized out loud. Luckily, it was a casino and that kind of talk would draw nothing more than a casual glance from any people near me.

I expected her to turn and slap him, but instead she giggled and playfully pushed his hand away. He quickly moved it back to her shoulder as they both laughed and she looked around again. I could tell she was nervous that I would appear out of nowhere. I wonder if I did show up how that would have changed things. I also wondered if I wanted to show up, or see what developed.


Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 01



It's then that I was really bad. I had that feeling that only a voyeur can really get. Especially one that is watching his wife in a situation like that, where she was obviously entertaining that man's advances and was entirely unaware of me watching. Deep inside, I knew that cuckold fantasies turn me on. Though truthfully, I don't like the stories where the cuckold is humiliated by the wife and her dates, or made to wear women's clothes and be called a girl. If a guy spoke to me like they do in some of the cuckold stories I've read, I'd beat his ass and send him packing without any hesitation. Abby and I had played a lot of games and humiliation of the other had never been a thrill for either of us.

Okay, back to topic. How was I bad? I pulled out my phone at that moment and checked the time. I'd been gone about an hour so far. So I chose that moment to send Abby a text. In the message I told her that the movie had crashed and that the hotel had restarted it, but that I'd have to live through the first hour again. I also told her that I was content with that, because the movie had been great so far, so if it was okay with her, I'd still be in the room another couple hours so she was on her own for that time. Okay, so you know it now. I lied to my wife. Deal with it.

As you know if you've been to one, the casino is kind of loud due to all the sounds of machines, music playing etc, so I wasn't sure that she'd hear her phone when my text arrived. However, about 30 seconds after tapping the Send button, I saw her slip her hand into her clutch and pull her phone out. I could only assume she had it set on vibrate mode. I watched as she read my text and smiled broadly as her new friend read it over her shoulder. She began to type me a reply as he moved his hand back down her back and slowly stroked her ass over her dress. This time, however, whether it was because her hands were too busy, or she knew that I wasn't around to bust her out, she let him. 

Soon, I received a reply to my previous text. It said, "Okay baby, I'm having fun hanging out with these folks and am still winning. Take your time and I'll plan to stay down here as long as I'm winning. I love you!" I couldn't help but smile. This could get interesting after all. 

After she put her phone away, they put their heads together and began conversing quietly. The others at the table were not oblivious, but rather playfully rolling their eyes, pointing and laughing at the two of them. During the entire time, his hand never left her ass. In fact, his hand looked very comfortable there.

I saw him talking to her and she was giggling every few seconds, so I knew she was enjoying the conversation. During that time, beyond my belief, his hand moved from her ass to her leg and about every time she giggled (which was a lot for her), his hand moved higher up her thigh. 

After a few more minutes of this, I saw her give a small jump and grab his arm tightly. I saw his arm making small movements and could only guess that this new man was stroking my wife's naked pussy. She soon loosened her grip on his arm and relaxed into him. After another minute of this, he whispered into her ear again and I saw her nod to him. 

When she nodded, they immediately went into action. They both scooped up their chips and excused themselves from the table to a chorus of laughter and "yeah rights" from the man's companions.

My heart was now jumping up my throat. Where were they going? The rational side of me said it was to go play another game, but in reality, I knew that not to be true. 

The question in my head was this, "Was my wife about to do something she's never done before? Without me?"

I had that mix of sick to my stomach feelings and the urge to see more. I just had to see what happened next, but truthfully, deep down, I still didn't think anything would. As it turned out, I was deluding myself.

I moved locations as they headed across the casino and to the hotel portion. I casually walked behind them and maintained my distance in the crowd. Eventually, I saw them go down a hallway. I was jumping to all kinds of conclusions at this time, but thought for sure they couldn't be headed to a room, because Derrick's company had stuck them out on the edge of town. Though I did have a start of panic if they were headed for our hotel room, because Abby fully expected to find me there, and I was not. Fortunately, that fear was short-lived as they headed out the door to the pool area and this area was much less crowded than the gambling floor.

I was thinking hard as I stayed a little bit behind them. I had been out to the pool area earlier in the day to survey the location and knew there was very few secluded locations, though some did exist. I also knew they were not leaving the hotel, because the parking garage was the opposite direction. I quickly decided that they might walk around the pool for a few minutes and if I followed them straight out that I might run right into them. Besides, by then I had consumed a couple beers and needed to piss badly, so I detoured into the hotel restroom next to the pool. 

I was incredibly torn up inside and equally turned on. The result was that my cock was hard as steel. There was a row of four stalls with the one on the end being a handicap accessible stall, so I entered the next to the last one. It's not that I don't appreciate the extra room of the handicap stall, but I just make a habit of not using them. 

Once in the stall and unzipped, I knew that I'd have to take my mind off of the things that could be happening between Derrick and Abby, so my cock would go down enough for me to urinate. It was helpful that I feared I'd lose them if they came out of the pool area before I was done; so the fear made it easier to lose my hard-on long enough for me to take the pressure off my bladder. I really felt the need to hurry because I didn't want to lose them. 

I had just managed to complete the process, zip up and unlock the stall door when the door opened and someone walked in. I thought nothing of it, until I heard Abby's voice. She said simply, "Give me a minute to freshen up and I'll catch up with you."

His response was friendly and mischievous, "Okay, Abby, I'll make sure the coast is clear." She giggled as the door closed blocking the sound of her laugh as he came further into the restroom. 

Upon hearing her voice, I had frozen and stayed inside the stall where I was. I never moved or made a sound. However, I did wonder what the hell he meant by ensuring "the coast is clear".

The bathroom in this casino was definitely upscale in the fashion of casinos. Everything was shiny and bright, the floor was marble or some similar stone and the stalls were actually near full height with privacy doors that had locks on them that changed from "unoccupied" to "occupied" when you turned the lock. 

The truth is, that as long as I stood still, he'd never know I was there. I didn't even need to get on top of the toilet so my feet were out of view. Of course, it's not like he'd recognize my shoes if he could see them, but it was about to work out to my advantage in a way that I had not foreseen.

First, I heard him walk over to a urinal and then I heard the sound of his piss hitting the porcelain. He whistled quietly while he took care of his business and when he finished, I heard him wash his hands. 

"At least he's clean," I thought to myself as he dried his hands using a hand dryer.

It was then that I found the stall both an advantage and a disadvantage. As stated, there were four of them in a row and I was in the next to the last one. He walked down the row of stalls and tapped on each door, asking if it was occupied. 

As he approached my door, I held my breath and when he tapped and asked, I kept completely silent. I had already unlocked it before I heard Abby's voice so all indications were that he would go by, but if he decided to stick his head inside each one, I'd be so busted.

I was already trying to think of an excuse in my head, as I heard him move to the last one in the row, which was the extra large handicap accessible one, and open the door. He paused for a moment with the door open, like he was taking a long look inside of it, and then I heard the stall door close again. 

Initially, I thought he was actually in the stall next to me, but I immediately heard him as he walked back to the men's room door and opened it to exit. My sigh of relief at not being busted was short lived as I heard him say, "Are you ready? The coast is clear."

Again I heard the sweet tenor of Abby's voice. She was nervous, but the excitement was plain when she asked, "Are you sure we won't get caught?"

"I'm positive," he replied with the smile showing through in the sound of his voice.

My head exploded as the thought coursed rampant through my brain, "Holy fucking shit! They're coming in here!"

While I did manage to keep from explosively exhaling air, I have no idea how the sound of my heart beating hard against my chest was not echoing loudly through the men's room as I heard them move down the row and into the last stall.

"I really shouldn't be doing this," Abby said, but she didn't sound remotely convincing to me, or I'm sure to Derrick.

"It's okay Abby. You said hubby was caught up in the movie and these stalls are perfect for this. You said after our discussion that you had to see what I was talking about, and I can promise that you won't regret it. No pressure though, if you want out let's go back to roulette." He said this all fluidly with sincerity and a hint of confidence. 

"No, no. I'm excited about this, but just nervous, as I've never done this before. You're just lucky I've got a few drinks in me buddy," she said with that nervous giggle that I've heard several times already.

I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about, but whatever it was, they needed privacy so I could guarantee it was something that would, at the least, greatly bend our marital vows. 

The music from the casino was piped into here as well, but was playing somewhat more softly. At the moment, it was playing some of the latest pop hits and it was over the most recent song by a musical diva that I heard my wife begin kissing another man. I know this because there were moans and soft gasps as their mouths made the noises that can only come from a hot make out session. 

I knew that most men would have never gotten this far without interrupting. I also knew that I should end it, but I was, in fact, experiencing one of my greatest fantasies. I had the raging cock again to prove it. As their moans increased in volume, I was able to quietly unzip my jeans and loose my prick from its confines. Fortunately, the music was just loud enough to muffle my sounds.

It was then the restroom door opened. Suddenly everything went quiet next door, as whoever came inside the room, went to the urinals and did his business. He, however, was not as clean as the man currently making out with my wife, because he did not wash his hands before leaving.

As soon as the door closed, I heard a giggle from Abby followed closely by a gasp from her. "Oh my god, Derrick, it's huge!"

He laughed softly and said, "I said you wouldn't regret it . . . But . . . you have to see it in person to fully appreciate it. Why don't you take him out for me."

With her saying in awe, "It feels so big." I hear the sounds of someone settling on the toilet seat. I can only assume it is Abby from the general location of the voices.

When I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down, I make my decision. I've got to see this somehow. I need to see it for myself before the excitement kills me. The question was, how? I look up and see there is about a 3-inch gap between the top of the stall and the ceiling, which means that it leads into the other side. There's no way that I can see the action through there though. I couldn't possibly get high enough to even see the tops of their heads. 

Then it came to me. I'm nothing if not a smart guy and I know my technology well. I had in my pocket, my wonderful smartphone. Which, of course, has the latest smart phone camera capabilities.

As the sound of his zipper being lowered was followed closely by the sound of a belt buckle, I quietly mounted the toilet seat in my own stall. As the rustle of jeans indicated they were hitting the floor, I turned the volume off on my phone. This would prevent both any text or call noises, as well as quiet any camera sounds. Tapping the camera app with my thumb, I changed it to front camera video mode, and carefully slipped it through the gap so the camera lens was peeking over into the next stall. 

The width of the stall wall was minimal, but did manage to block a good portion of my phone's screen, which left me with two options. First, record the action or second, catch glimpses of the action. I decided that I would try to create a happy medium, but I wanted this recorded for posterity so I could watch it in detail at a later time. 

Regardless of my final decision, initially, I was able to catch a partial glimpse of the image that coincided with the sounds of my wife's oohs and aahs. 

"So you like it, I see," he says with a laugh.

"Oh my god yes, Derrick, it's beautiful and so big." The captivation was evident in my wife's voice as she fondled the large cock of a stranger in a bathroom stall.

Strangely enough, I felt no jealousy about his cock, because I had an overwhelming urge to see Abby handle it. I peeked at my phone screen to ensure it was still recording and thought of what I'd see later.

I stopped concentrating on the screen and instead tried to tune my ears to the noises next door. Sure enough I heard Abby continue to enjoy the view and I could hear the sound of skin against skin as if a hand was moving up and down a hard shaft.

When I heard the wet smack of lips, Derrick said, "Yes baby, use your mouth on it. See how much you can get inside of it."

I can only assume that was exactly what she was doing because her only response was more of a, "Mmmmpf, mmmmmpf."

I had to hold my phone with my right hand, so I could only stroke with my left, which isn't my dominant hand, but I just had to stroke my cock in time to the wet sounding slurps coming from the other side of the wall.

"Play with your pussy for me Abby." The statement was quiet, but commanding as it left his mouth. "I know it's wet for me, because I was playing with it earlier, remember?"

I heard nothing in response, but I did hear Abby moan, as I assumed she had just lifted up her short skirt and begun to play with her beautiful pussy for him.

Suddenly, I heard a popping noise as you hear when suction is broken along with a sigh of disappointment from Derrick. I heard rustling and the jingle of Abby's clutch. It sounded like she was digging inside of it. I couldn't help but wonder what she was digging for. Part of me hoped it wasn't a condom, but an equal part of me hoped it was. The answer was not at all what I expected, but I found a lot of joy and hope in it. 

When I next heard her voice she said, "Baby, take my phone and snap a couple a pics of me sucking your cock for my hubby." 

"What?" he asked in obvious surprise.

Abby giggled and said, "I'm going to put him to the test. He's always said that I can be bad all I want, but I need to take pics or get it on video for him. I've always thought he was mostly kidding, but now I wonder if it wouldn't really turn him on, so I'm going to have them, just in case."

Derrick warmed up to the idea and I heard him snap a couple of pics as the slurping and sucking noises got louder and faster. 

"Oh fuck baby, yes, just like that. Holy shit, you're a great cock sucker Abby," Derrick moaned and groaned as my wife gave him what must have been a world-class blowjob.

As he finished his last statement, I heard the sound her phone makes when a text leaves it to head out into the nether and to whatever destination it was pointed.

Abby must have heard it too, because the sound of sucking stopped immediately and she confronted him, "What the hell did you just do? Did you send my husband a pic? Please god, tell me you didn't?"

Laughing, he replied, "No, no baby, I didn't send it to your hubby. I, uh, sent it to Ted, Greg and Susan at the roulette table."

"You did what?" she exclaimed. She was beginning to sound a little panicked.

"Relax Abby, just relax," he said soothingly, "I told you that our team had a special relationship. You had to know that they knew what you and I were doing, right? Don't worry, they won't do anything with it and your secret is safe with us."

I fully expected her to blow up and leave him there, but was totally amazed to hear her laugh softly, and say, "Well, I hope it was a good picture that you sent them." No sooner had the words left her mouth and the slurping noises continued anew along with her moans as I assumed she began working her pussy harder.

The noises continued for 30 more seconds or so and then Derrick said, "Stand up and let me put this fucker into your pussy baby." 

The popping of lost suction noise occurred again and Abby replied immediately, "I'd love too hun, but my pussy is for my hubby. That I'm sucking you is bad enough, but he'll want to fuck me later and I won't give him a stretched out pussy. That is, unless, he asks for it that way." She ended the statement with a laugh. 

I felt both pride and a small amount of disappointment, but I couldn't help but wonder what she had in mind. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she sounded like she had a plan of some kind she intended to see through. But who was I to guess what was on her mind? She'd already gone much further than I anticipated or dreamed.

"Okay, okay, but keep sucking me baby, I'm very close," he replied and seemed content to get whatever he could out of her.

Scant seconds after the blowjob sounds began again. I noticed my arm was getting tired from holding the camera, but I was hoping to catch his orgasm on my phone. It was at that time that the restroom door opened again and all sounds stopped.

I expected to hear the usual process of a man coming in and using the facilities, but this time it was two of them. They were laughing and I heard one of them say, "He said they were in this one somewhere. Derrick, Abby are you in here?"

"Yeah guys," Derrick says, "We're in this one. Come on in the water's fine."

I nearly fell off the toilet seat and drop my phone as the next-door stall opened and I heard two more bodies shuffle in.

Abby was equally surprised when she said, "Guys what the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!"

All three laughed and Derrick said, "Come on baby, you're already being a naughty girl, don't you want to be even naughtier? They've already seen the picture, so what's the difference if they watch in person."

Abby said with a lot less anger in her voice than I expected, "This wasn't what I was expecting when we agreed to this. Where is Susan?"

To my ears, I'm not sure there wasn't more surprise than anger in her voice, and the husky timber to it told me that she had already reached and passed the point of no return. She was hot, horny, and ready to go.

Greg said, "Susan is outside waiting on us all."

Derrick injected quickly, "Just keep going Abby, don't stop. And don't forget to play with your pussy for the guys. They want to see how pretty it is."

With a small moan, Abby went back to work and the noise got louder as the intensity increased. 

Derrick said, "Ted take her phone. Abby wants more pics."

Ted replied, "Oh yeah, I can handle that."

Derrick was really moaning now and I'm sure he was close. Ted and Greg were complimenting Abby on her technique and cheering her on, when I heard a couple more zippers fall. Apparently, they wanted to stroke themselves as they watched.




Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 01



I heard the camera phone clicking next door and lifted my head up to peek at the screen of my own phone. My eyes were glued to it for about ten seconds as I saw Abby's hands reach up and take a cock in each hand to begin stroking the other two cocks offered to her. As she did that Derrick reached out to hold the back of her head and started to fuck her face aggressively.

I wanted to stare at it all night, but the video would be crap later, so I put it back down and listened.

The sounds indicated she was taking it like a champ and loving it as they were all four moaning aloud now. Less than 30 seconds later, Derrick could hold out no more. He made a small groan and said, "Oh fuck yes Abby, suck my cock you fucking slut. Slurp down my cum!" This was accompanied by the sounds of Abby sucking harder and faster as she was apparently trying to do exactly that.

After all sounds subsided but Abby's moans as she made purring sounds like she was lapping up something heavenly, Ted said, "Let's fuck her now!"

He was quickly interrupted by Derrick as he said, "No man, she's not into that." Then directing his attention to Abby he said, "Unless you're ready to be fucked now Abby."

I heard her make a noise that must be licking her lips, as I'm sure her hands were still stroking Ted and Bill's cocks. "No, no pussy guys, I'm sorry, but let me finish you both up like I did Derrick."

Immediately, moans began to alternate between the men as I could only assume she was taking turns on their cocks. I knew her hands were busy so when I heard wet sloppy noises and Abby moaning, I couldn't help but take a peek at the camera to see what I could see. While fucking was not allowed, it did not stop Derrick from slipping a finger inside my wife's cunt and ramming her with it violently while she sucked off the other guys.

It was going so fast and she was so turned on that she had to stop sucking cock long enough to experience an explosive orgasm. Her scream would have reverberated throughout the general area if someone had not clamped a hand over her mouth. 

My own orgasm coincided with my wife's. As she let loose in what was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever heard her experience, my own cock let loose with rope after sticky rope of cum that shot out and landed on the wall of the bathroom stall. I was only fortunate that Abby was out of control or her noises likely wouldn't have drowned out my own.

At this point, there was no reason to continue to describe the events in the bathroom stall. I can only tell you that the entire thing only lasted maybe fifteen minutes and after Abby started sucking Ted and Greg's cocks, they were filling her mouth with their spunk in less than 5 minutes. Yes, she's that good of a cock sucker. After all were momentarily satiated, they straightened up and the men walked out of the stall while Abby straightened herself up. When I heard the door open again, it was to another woman's voice, Susan. She said, "Honey, how are you doing in there?"

Abby replied with, "Oh my god honey, that was amazing." 

Susan just laughed and said, "Hurry up hun, the coast is clear and we can get you into the women's restroom and get you cleaned up."

With that, I heard a little more rustling in the stall next door and my wife quickly exited the men's restroom where she had just sucked the cocks of three strangers.

I knew the girls were now in the ladies' room and the guys were likely hanging out close by, so I stayed in the stall for another 10 minutes. I used that time to quickly review the action I caught on video and I was already getting hard again from watching it when the video disappeared and Abby's pictured showed up on the phone indicating she was calling me.

After initially being startled and nearly dropping it, I slide my finger across the answer button and put it to my ear. Trying to sound natural and not guilty of anything I said, "Hey baby, what's up!"

She laughed and sounded very cheerful as she said, "Hey honey, do you remember those people we met at the roulette table?"

"Why, yes honey I do, it wasn't that long ago for this old man," I replied with a laugh.

She continued in good spirits, "Good. Well we are done gambling for a bit and I was wondering if it's okay if they come up to our room for a while. By the way, are you in the bathroom? There's an echo when you talk."

I laughed addressing her last question first, "Yes hun, I'm in the bathroom but am almost finished. Yes, by all means bring them up. It sounds fun!"

With a sexy laugh she whispered into the phone to me, "Oh yes baby, it will be fun."

"See you then!" I replied and disconnected the call as I was sneaking the door open to see if they were around. 

When I didn't see any of them, I did my best to stealthily head for the hotel elevators. I could only hope they had gone somewhere else to talk before Abby called me and that I could beat them there.

When I got there, it looked like the coast was clear, so I did my best fast walk to get inside of one and nervously looked around hoping not to run into them there.

Thankfully, I made it before them and was in the room for five whole minutes before I heard Abby's key in the door and she came inside yelling, "Honey, I'm home!"

End of Part 1



Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Back at the Suite

This is the follow-up and final chapter to "Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 01." For context, you should read it first. 

I greatly appreciate the individual efforts of my editors for this story: Angel Love and P_A_Solcrofft. Their grammatical corrections and content/storyline related suggestions are without compare. If you find any mistakes in the finished product, I assure you it is a change I made after completion of their meticulous reviews. 

Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism, swinging and group sex. If this subject matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned. 

Finally, all characters in this story are of the legal age to have all the sex they want, with whomever they want without breaking any laws. 

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She seemed cheerful and was actually glowing when she arrived in the room with our guests in tow. I knew that glow, because I had seen it many times. Just from that look on her face, I knew she was just getting warmed up and it made my cock twitch in my jeans. I took a closer look at her to see if there were any tell tale signs of her indiscretions and I'll be damned if she didn't look fresh as a daisy. I doubted I was pulling that look off nearly as well. My appearance was nothing more than a quick clean up attempt before making a mad dash to the suite. I knew that I still had a lot of cum leaking down my leg and was still slightly flustered from the entire event.

For their parts, our guests were smiling and they all greeted me with smiles and handshakes, which included a long warm hug from the only other female in the room, Susan. It was the hug that first caused me to notice the underlying tension in the air. She was hesitant at first, as if nervous about something, though she hid it quickly enough. It could have just been the pause of a woman who was uncertain how another man's wife would react to her hugging him, but it was enough to cause me to take a second look at our male guests. Sure enough, the smiles were there, but all eyes were twitching back and forth between my Abby and me. Apparently, they were skittish due to being unsure how I would react if Abby decided to tell me what they had all been up to. Inwardly, I could only smile and think, "Good, they have the sense to be worried." 

For my part, I greeted them like old friends and for some reason felt much better about the entire situation knowing these people had the decency to feel, at least, a little guilty about conspiring and participating in my wife's very recent blow bang experience. Of course, they might not have felt guilty as much as they were just worried that I would pull a gun and murder them all. I supposed that would be on the list of possible responses to their actions and indeed many husbands would lean to reacting in that manner. However, unbeknownst to them, I am not one of those husbands.

I greeted them with the same level of happiness they were showing with a, "Hey gang! Great to see you again! Make yourself at home."

"Yes, please do." Abby chimed in as she walked up and gave me her own hug. Her embrace was equally warm like Susan's without the hesitancy and I wondered if she noticed my cock hardening against her body. I almost chuckled when it struck me that she might think it was that way due to Susan's hug a few moments previous.

She then touched my arm and tugged me in the direction of the master suite, "Scott, darling, can I speak with you for a minute?"

"Uh, sure," was all I could muster as I smiled at our guests and allowed my wife to lead me from the room.

As we moved out of sight, she hugged me tight and kissed me hard, quickly slipping her tongue deep into my mouth. I caught her up tightly and kissed her back just as hard. While I enjoyed it immensely I was also paying very close attention to the taste in her mouth. To my surprise, she tasted mostly of mint, so her cleanup was almost perfect. However, I am almost positive that I tasted the very slight tang of cock on her lips; the same taste that was on her lips after sucking my cock and then kissing me. In reality, it could've just been my imagination.

She broke the kiss and said, "Scott, baby, I had so much fun!"

"Gambling?" I asked teasingly.

"That and," She paused and looked at me nervously then, like she was thinking hard about whether to continue or not. Of course, she had no idea I was aware of her activities. Therefore, watching her face go through a range of emotions, I was pretty sure that the idea cemented in her head earlier about showing me the pictures taken of her servicing the guys didn't seem so concrete anymore.

"What baby, what is it?" I prompted her. I knew that she was on a precipice, and regardless of her recent action, I knew my wife well. If she tried to hide something from me, it would eat her up inside. I decided that I had to gently nudge her along.

The truth is that I love my wife very much. Yes, I had a ton of conflicting emotions that consisted of anger, jealousy, and betrayal. Regardless of those emotions, I also remembered the pleasure and excitement I experienced listening to her play with those cocks in the next stall over from me. I knew that I could have stopped it at any moment, but I didn't. In short, the depth of my perversion was overpowering any anger or jealousy I felt. In fact, the dose of those emotions was more like adding the right amount of spice to a good recipe than it was an overpowering amount that destroys the entire meal. Therefore, I was more than willing to hear her out.

"Abby dear; what kind of fun were you having naughty girl?" I whispered sexily. "I hope you took pictures like I asked," finishing with a wink.

She smiled nervously, "What if I did?"

I grinned like the Cheshire cat and replied, "Oh really? Tell me all about it honey. What did you do? Tell me, I've got to know."

She laughed suddenly, "Scott, you are such a pervert. Do you know that? A dirty, dirty pervert."

I laughed, "Of course I am. You knew that when you married me. Now stop dodging my question," I teased, "did you take pictures? If so, I want to see them."

She got solemn suddenly when she said, "Baby, tell me. Are you serious? If I did something would it turn you on?"

"Oh, hell yes, so very much. I'd have to hear all the details," I replied quickly and seriously so she knew that it was the truth.

Without warning, she pounced on me. She kissed me crazily as we tumbled back onto the bed, and then began ravishing my neck with her hungry mouth as she told me over and over again how much she loved me.

As she continued, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Baby, we have company!"

She replied with a laugh, "Honey, you've got no idea." 

But, of course, I had more than an idea about the events of the past hour. What I didn't know was what other plans she had for the evening. In a rush of breath and excitement, she began to tell her story. If you've read the first part, then you already know it so I will not rehash it, but I can tell you that she didn't skip any details. She told it concisely and did not deny how excited she was to hear about Derrick's big cock from his friends around the table and how tempting it was to know he was not only right there beside her, but also wanted very much for her to see it. 

Of course, they both knew that if they could ever get her to a place where she'd see it, that she would most likely go further. I was impressed that she didn't try to make it seem like she couldn't resist after she saw it. Rather, she was upfront about her lust and desire to worship his oversized tool. 

As she pulled her phone out, she said simply, "Prepare yourself."

I took her phone and stared at the first picture taken. I then swiped my finger across the screen to switch to the next and the next. I savored each and every photo and reveled in my wife's naughtiness. While I reviewed them, my cock sprang to life as she eagerly massaged my shoulders and nibbled my neck. Of course, I cannot say my cock sprang to life, because it had never gone completely limp. Let's just say that it went to the next level of hardness.

"Oh baby, those are so sexy, and I really do love them, but... I think I have a surprise for you too." I whispered as I handed her phone back after the last picture went by.

"What is that? Were you bad too?" She said teasingly. I could tell in her voice that she was curious, but not seriously worried about any trouble I could've gotten myself into.

I laughed and then prepared to share my secret by saying, "Kind of." Then I simply handed her my phone with the video ready to play, "I was able to catch some interesting footage while I was out and about earlier."

She took the phone and gave me a perplexed look, before hitting the play logo displayed on the screen. She looked confused at first, and then she realized what I had captured. With a loud gasp, she looked at me with shock, "How did you get this? Where were you? Did someone send it to you?"

I winked and then shared my side of the story. It was a huge relief because I would've had so much trouble keeping that secret too. I gave her the same courtesy she provided me and spared no details. I also didn't try to lessen my guilt in the affair. Initially, I thought she was going to be angry about my spying, but I think as it sunk in to her, she realized that my offense was on a lesser scale than her own.

After our stories were swapped, we both hugged long and hard. Our secrets now out in the open and our love still strong.

As I held her tightly, I said, "Uh baby, we have company outside. I'm sure you remember because I can still taste their cocks on your lips," I finished with a wicked smile.

She gave me an equally wicked smile and replied, "I know baby. They came to finish what they started, with your permission."

I had suspected the plan, but it wasn't until that moment that reality smacked me in the face. If I was willing, I was about to witness my "almost" totally faithful wife be greatly and truly fucked by the guys waiting outside the door to our bedroom. With a stupid and stunned smile on my face, all I could say was, "Holy shit."

After a pause, I continued, "But what about Susan? Tell me baby, what will I be seeing?" The possibilities were rolling through my head and there was no shortage of material custom made for my fantasies. 

She winked then, "Well, that's the thing Scott. They told me all about themselves at the table. They are a corporate team with a very special relationship. They are all swingers. When they are home, they and their spouses all play together. So, all the guys out there have had her and vice versa," after a brief pause, she continued, "however, when they are on the road and away from family, they do not play with each other at all. It's a special arrangement they have with the family back home. I don't claim to understand it all, but they are allowed to do things like this with us while away, but not with each other.

"I guess what I'm trying to say," she continued, "is that Susan is for you."

I had no need to answer, because I got that big ole grin on my face again that made my decision obvious to her and anyone else within a 5-mile radius. Not to mention, my cock sprang to maximum hardness instantaneously and pressed hard against her hip where she was lying on me.

She smiled and climbed from the bed tugging me along by the hand, "Come on honey, let's go greet our guests," she said with a wink and a smile.

I followed along beside her as we entered the living room. When we got there, our guests were quite subdued as they lounged, drank, and just chatted. I'm sure their nervousness had increased in intensity while we were out of the room, and while they tried to appear relaxed, they also looked poised and ready to spring for the exits.

Abby smiled and said, "This dirty bastard knew already. He recorded it on his phone!" She then let out a laugh and continued, "needless to say, he's in."

Their reactions were predictable as the looks on their faces followed the path of emotions from confusion, to uncertainty, to finally settling on full comprehension of what Abby had said. There was a collective sigh of relief as the near palpable tension left the room. Smiles shone all around as they got up and we shook hands again like we were just meeting for the first time. 

Derrick shook my hand firmly and said, "You're a lucky guy Scott; your Abby is really something else."

I replied with a simple wink, "No need to tell me that; I'm very aware, as you know." 

You might think that we all immediately got naked and jumped in a pile, but it didn't work that way. We settled in, fixed drinks, and got to know each other somewhat. We quickly regained and continued that easy-going thing we had downstairs at the roulette table. Abby started out sitting with me, but after 30 minutes or so, she was busy refilling drinks and Susan replaced her beside me. Abby, seeing the switch and catching the cue, settled in between Derrick and Ted on the sofa. 

The feeling I had was beyond odd, as Susan worked her way into a more intimate cuddle position against me as my wife settled similarly in between two guys, both of whom she had been drinking loads of cum from very recently. Even after everything that led up to this point, I still felt guilty for touching another woman other than wife. However, thinking to myself with good humor, I was determined to sacrifice and see this thing through.

The casual conversation continued as it did before, but with us simply having swapped positions. However, it wasn't long before Derrick and Greg had their hands on Abby's legs and were gently caressing her as we all talked. It had the effect on Abby that prevented her from really participating in the conversation due to all the squirming and heavy breathing she was doing. Likewise, I had somehow managed to wrap my arm around Susan's shoulders as she lifted her leg and hooked it over my own. With her encouragement, I moved from uncertainty about what to do next to a man on a mission.

Abby and I looked at each other then. Our eyes locked as we both became caught up in the situation she had orchestrated. She was now certain what a pervert I was, but I found myself torn between my own desires and the uncertainty of her own. I had no doubt she wanted to have more sex with these guys, and that she would enjoy it greatly as I watched, but I wasn't really sure if she was ready to see me take another woman in front of her. I wondered if she really wanted to see it, or if it was just a concession in the grand scheme of things. I was sure I'd be fine after watching her, but I was afraid she might not be as fine after watching me.

I had almost talked myself into simply watching my wife, which was really the fulfillment of my fantasy in the first place, when our eyes performed that lock across the room. She smiled at me dreamily as the men's hands wandered higher up her legs and their spare hands found and kneaded her breasts. With the look she gave me came a nod of affirmation as her eyes shifted to Susan. She moaned with lust at the exact moment that Susan's lips made contact with the side of my neck. 

I could only smile back, but now with complete understanding. I held Susan tighter, leaning down toward her, and for the first time in over 25 years I kissed another woman besides my wife. It was electric as her mouth assaulted my senses. You might think lips are lips, but to me it was a whole new world: Her taste, her scent, her technique were all foreign and so exciting. It was all the more exciting because Abby was sitting across the room watching.

Susan and I quickly moved from what was an exploratory kiss to something much more passionate and urgent. I had nearly forgotten that like me, she had only been a spectator to the events that had unfolded so far this evening. Well, she didn't get to watch like I did, but she knew what was happening in that bathroom stall when her friends disappeared inside and did not come back out right away.

Our tongues danced and stroked each other as she moved from beside me to straddling my lap. As she did, I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist and pulled her into me. I then shifted our position, so that I could have access to her, but also be able to watch my wife. After Susan and I kissed for a few more moments, I reached up and wrapped her hair in my fingers and pulled her head back, disconnecting her mouth from my own. Her eyes were half shut with passion as her mouth continued to work after we disconnected. I ran my mouth down her throat, where I stuck my tongue in the hollow of her neck briefly before I moved down to her cleavage. 

She wore a denim skirt with a patterned blouse that was not slutty, but did show a nice amount of cleavage. I quickly began working my lips, tongue and ultimately teeth over her globes of flesh peaking over the top.

I knew what was going to happen here in our suite, and I saw no reason to spend a lot of time working up to things. Soon, I completed unbuttoning her blouse to see her red lacy bra underneath. I disposed of both on the floor in short order and began alternately sucking and lightly biting her nipples as they grew rock hard under my ministrations.

As I bit into her right nipple and tugged it out, she threw her head back and gasped, "Oh fuck yes Scott, fuck yes."

This encouraged me to get rougher with her nipples and soon she was grinding her crotch hard against mine. We were dry humping like teenagers when I gripped her hair harder, slapped her left breast hard, and mercilessly tugged and sucked on her right one.

Her reaction was immediate and unexpected. She momentarily froze and then a scream ripped through her body as she jerked and spasmed in the throes of an intense orgasm. One thing was for sure, she was either one of those mythical squirters or simply created an extreme amount of cunt cream, because her juices leaked through her panties and soaked my jeans. I held her nipple hard in my teeth as she gyrated on me and came for what seemed like forever. 

Finally, she collapsed and fell forward onto my chest. I heard, "Mmmmmmm, that's my hubby," which was spoken by Abby in a sexy voice and it drew my attention to her own predicament.

Susan breathed heavily into my neck and regained her senses while I took note that in the time her and I had been making out that Abby's breasts were now naked above the top of her dress while Derrick and Greg sucked on her nipples. To top it off, Ted was between her legs lapping away at her pussy. The sight was enough to make me nearly cum in my own pants as Abby gave herself to these men, and they pleasured her body.

Susan scooted herself from my lap and stood before me. She removed her soaking panties and smiled as she put them on her fingers and pressed them between my lips and into my mouth. Her cunt juices also tasted completely different from Susan's, but wonderful all the same. I sucked her panties as she first unbuttoned my shirt exposing my chest and then began working on my belt. Soon I was the first naked man in the room and I couldn't be happier.

After removing all my clothing, Susan kissed up my legs and finally brought herself to my cock. "Oh baby, your cock is gorgeous," she said, right before she began stroking it. Her eyes were glued to my manhood as I heard and watched Abby go into an orgasm with Ted's tongue planted up her cunt.

As Susan's mouth slipped over my cock, Abby quickly recovered and got up on her hands and knees so she could take Derrick's big cock into her mouth for the second time that evening, which brings us up to where I started the story. Here we all were: two beautiful women and four men. One woman was for me exclusively, my wife was for the other men, and we were all delighted.




Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 02



The visual was so intense. My wife with Derrick's cock in her mouth while her bare ass and juicy pussy were shown to the world, at the same time that a very talented mouth worked over my cock with a hunger and ferocity I had rarely felt. Susan suddenly slowed her cock sucking as if to enjoy it more. She took her panties from my mouth and began to rub them over my balls as she slowly worked her lips up and down my glistening shaft. I knew she was a swinger and apparently had worked very hard to perfect the art of cock sucking, because she was absolutely fabulous at it.

On the other sofa, Derrick was leaned back with his head against the backrest and groaning in pleasure as Abby worked his cock over with similar enthusiasm as Susan was showing mine. Ted stood beside her and fondled her while Greg moved behind her ass, which was so enticingly in the air. I watched as he ran his tongue up her slit and onto her asshole. She shivered and moaned, but never stopped sucking. 

The view was fantastic as I was torn between Susan's wonderful mouth and Abby's display of sluttiness. It got even more erotic as Ted moved closer to her head and she had to share time between Derrick's and his cock.

There was only one more decision to make and I had not thought about it until it happened. After Greg finished feasting on Abby's cunt and ass, he positioned himself behind her and began rubbing the mushroom of his cock up and down her soaking slit. It was so sexy as I saw her wetness glistening on his cock. 

Abby immediately stopped what she was doing and exclaimed, "Wait, wait, wait!" 

All action stopped around her as if someone hit the pause button on a recording. She took the opportunity to turn her head and watch casually for a few moments as Susan nuzzled and worshipped my cock. "Scott, baby, I have a question," She directed to me.

I could only smile, "Yes baby, you have me at the right moment to ask it."

Giggling, she said, "I'm going to fuck all of these cocks you dirty bastard and I'm going to fuck yours too. My question is, do you want me first or do you want me last?"

I had not considered it, but remembered her and Derrick's conversation in the restroom. I thought of her pussy over there hot and ready to be fucked; primed for it, in fact. And then I wondered what it would look like after the other guys finished with her. It would likely be red, puffy, and slimy with multiple deposits of cum mixed with her own juices.

My answer was simple as I stated with authority, "Fuck them good and hard my slut. Take all their loads, and then I will take my turn with your dirty, nasty cunt."

Greg said, "I was hoping you'd say that Scott," and with a mighty heave, he sunk his cock to the balls in my wife's pussy.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed as Derrick grabbed her hair and shoved his cock back into her open mouth.

The next 30 to 45 minutes were a blur, as there was less conversation and more animalistic grunting and growls from the males and the females in the room. Indeed, we were nothing more than animals for a while, as we let our primitive instincts take us over. As nails raked skin and hands smacked asses, the smell in the room became raw, sexual, and heady. 

At one point I had tiny Susan twisted up like a pretzel under me as I hammered her cunt while she begged for more. The rougher I got with her, the more she seemed to enjoy it, so I pulled her over my knee and spanked her ass until it was bright red. I was only partially surprised as she came again very hard simply from the sensation of being spanked. Before she could recover, I tossed her on the sofa and pulled her ass up into the air. I spit right on her puckered hole and shoved my cock deep inside of her, pushing right through the resistance of her sphincter and not even pausing as she screamed into the pillow. 

The guys laughed and Ted said, "You found her kink man, great job," as I raped her tight ass hard and rough until I finally deposited a very large load of cum into her bowels.

I am usually a conscientious lover and bringing Abby off is my top priority, but I used Susan's body for my own dark pleasure like I never had Abby. I do know that no matter how hard or raw I was with her, she had multiple orgasms. When we finished, I fell back on the sofa and she stretched across me and idly stroked my cock as we watched her friends fuck the living shit out of my bride. It was obvious these guys had worked together like this before, because they handled Abby in ways I'd never dreamed. 

The fact that they constantly switched places extended their pleasure and stamina so they could thoroughly pummel her. She was switched between cocks in her mouth and pussy to the point where I'm sure she had no idea who was in which orifice. She rode each guy and was ridden by each. She was never without at least two cocks, as she seemed to have orgasm after orgasm.

As she tired from the constant activity, the men each took a last turn between her legs. She stroked the other cocks as Greg hammered her worn out cunt and with a, "fuck yeah," he was the first man in over 25 years, besides me, to shoot his sperm into my wife's pussy.

My own cock, never going down after emptying into Susan, twitched back to full life as I saw his shaft pulse and testicles contract while they emptied inside of her. 

Greg stood up and high fived Ted, "tag in on the slut buddy." 

Ted didn't hesitate as he slipped between her legs and plowed her hard and fast. Greg moved to her head and slapped his cock against her lips beckoning her to clean him up; which she did without hesitation. 

Ted was ready to go and within moments was emptying his seed along with his buddy's inside her pussy. He pulled out and slapped her clit with his cock head as she jumped and twitched from the assault on her sensitive nub.

Derrick didn't take his spot between her legs. Instead he pulled her up and into his lap to straddle him. It was so sexy as her lovers' combined cum began to drip out of her pussy and down onto the biggest cock in the room. I knew Abby was tired, but it turned out she did not have to do much, because as she planted herself on Derrick's cock, he grabbed her ass cheeks and repeatedly picked her up and slammed her down on his cock as he thrust up to meet her.

Her hole was red and sloppy and his cock became covered in white creamy jizz as he hammered it. It was like he was masturbating his cock with my wife's cunt as he picked her up and dropped her back down. She held on for dear life, as Derrick groaned a final time, sunk deep inside of her and froze. I cannot imagine the huge load he injected into my wife, because it appeared that he came for a full minute. I could see huge amounts leaking out around their sex organs, but I knew much more had to be inside of her.

When he finally finished, he gently rolled Abby off of him and onto the sofa. She sprawled back happy and satisfied. After breathing deeply for a few moments, she gave me a glazed over look of complete ecstasy and said, "Baby, please finish me off."

Well, how could I pass that up? As I shifted to stand, Susan stood with me and held my hand as I walked over to my wife's used body. One thing I learned that night is that I can always be shocked, because I was totally surprised when Susan dropped to her knees beside the sofa and kissed my wife long and hard.

I stood, momentarily stunned as I watched with pure excitement, my wife take the tongue of another woman deep into her mouth. She was not tentative at all; instead, they kissed passionately. I crawled between Abby's legs and stared down at her sweat-covered body. I took a closer look at her pussy and while sure that seeing it red, swollen, and covered with the cum of other men should have disgusted me, instead it was just the opposite reaction for me as my already hard cock, moved to the man of steel stage.

"You're such a slut," I told Abby as the girls made out like teenagers in the backseat of a car. 

Due to her predicament, all I received in response was a, "mmmmmm." 

I grabbed one of her legs in each hand and gripped them at the back of her knees. Lifting them up, I pressed them back toward her and Susan, moving her pelvis up and opening her gaping, cream-filled cunt to my cock. 

"I'm going to fuck this slutty cunt good, you fucking whore," I said huskily. As I pressed the head of my cock into her cleft, it opened wide for me. There was no real resistance, but instead you have to fully appreciate the different sensations that occurred as I entered her wet, hot, and slimy pussy. It was totally different than any other feeling I'd ever experienced, and the squishing and squelching noises it made as I pressed deeper were beyond anything I had ever imagined. 

As my cock disappeared completely inside of her and my balls contacted with her ass, I actually felt cum from the other guys squeeze out and soak my balls. "Oh fuck!" Came out of my mouth in a long, drawn out breath as I reveled in the sensations. 

At my exclamation, Susan looked up at me from kissing my wife and smiled, "do you like your wife's cunt being filled with semen honey? I wonder if she'd like to suck yours from my asshole," and without another word, she stood, threw a leg over Abby's face and lowered herself down onto her mouth. 

The visual produced a growl of desire from me, and I began to slide in and out of my wife's cunt harder and faster. At this point, I didn't care if she wanted to suck my cum from Susan's ass or not, because she was just going to have to do it and love it. I couldn't see Abby's face, of course, but I saw her tongue quickly working over Susan's wet slit before moving further back to her reamed ass. If the sounds of slurping and gasps produced by both women were any indication, I can only assume they were both enjoying themselves.

With the show being provided, the other guys in the room stood up from their seats and gathered around to watch. I gripped Abby's legs harder and hammered into her repeatedly. I had come twice already this evening, so I had staying power and decided that Abby would need to be very sore the next day. Therefore, as I pulled back, I followed up by slamming hard into her each time. Feeling our pelvises collide and jarring her entire body into the cushions of the sofa.

At some point Susan really started grinding her cunt hard against Abby's mouth and reached down to twist and tug her cum covered nipples. I was more than a little proud of myself when I hammered Abby to yet another orgasm. Not just any orgasm, but one that actually made her attack Susan's asshole and pussy with fervor taking her over the edge too. It was another amazing sound to hear both women squeal in stereo as they experienced twin orgasms while being cheered on by the guys.

It was too much for me. I was in sexual overload, and hammered home one last time, before holding still and mixing my cum with that of everyone else that had fucked my wife that evening. As I came, Susan leaned over from her position on Abby's face and kissed me deeply before sliding off of the sofa. Once she was out of the way and my eyes locked with Abby's, I collapsed on top of her and we kissed passionately as we shared all the mixture of body fluids. We were both completely in love with each other and totally blown away by the experience.

Temporarily satiated, but all of us buzzed from the experience, we refreshed our drinks and hit the hot tub for a while. Luxuriating in the hot bubbling water, we all relaxed and let the water and heat wash our sins away. 

Abby took turns sitting in the other guys' laps as Susan stayed in mine, seemingly very content to let Abby enjoy and tease the other men. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling the other guys, Abby came to me and sat on the opposite side of Susan. There was no indication that she felt sorry for me, like I was being left out, or she was trying to show me that I still mattered. Instead, it was the natural attraction that we always shared; no matter how many people were in a room, we'd eventually be drawn together. With Abby on one side of me and Susan still in my lap, I was definitely reacting to the two hot women I had caressing me and showing me all their attention. Abby slipped her head close to me and we kissed tenderly as Susan nuzzled into my neck and began nipping and kissing me there. Soon, all three of us were in a hot make out session while the guys sat around drinking and watching us. 

"Sit on the edge of the tub baby," Abby compelled me. To which I was only too happy to comply.

As I gained my perch, the ladies took that opportunity to begin slowly kissing and fondling each other for all of our entertainment. My cock got so hard it hurt as I watched them, before suddenly; they stopped and began to show me the benefit of having two women and only my one cock. As one, they moved toward me and I was quickly lost in ecstasy as their mouths did incredible things to my organ. They didn't stop at swapping it back and forth, but soon I had a mouth covering my balls and swirling them gently with a tongue, while the head of my cock was wedged deep down a throat. At first, I could do nothing but watch, but as the pleasure intensified, I didn't know whose mouth was where, because my head was thrown back as a groaned in a sexual euphoria. There simply is no other feeling like it in the world.

After I could handle no more, the three of us practically tumbled out of the hot tub to get into a better position for me to better enjoy my ladies. We were all eager and ready for what was to come as Abby lowered herself over my face and pressed her well-used pussy into my mouth. I knew we had to have been in the hot tub for a while, but I was sure there was still plenty of cum inside of her from all the men present, including me. I had never eaten a cum filled pussy before, so I started out tentatively. However, after tasting it, I began to enjoy it, and I could tell that it was doing great things for Abby as she purred and ground away at my face. Soon, I was slurping away happily as Susan straddled my stomach and then lowered herself onto my rod. 

I only wished that I could see the image as Abby ground her pussy hard on my face, moaning in delight, as Susan alternated between riding me hard and grinding her pussy hard against my pelvis. I could tell both women's goal was to cum. As us men had used their bodies earlier, they were now using mine to pleasure themselves and I couldn't be happier about it. I felt the weight shift as they both leaned toward each other and I could tell they had begun a long and passionate kiss. I had already cum a record number of times this evening, but you just have no idea what a threesome like this can do for a man's potency. I didn't cum right then, but it took a great effort of will not to.

It was little Susan that came first. I felt her tiny pussy tighten and begin to spasm as I heard moans and gasps escape her lips while she road me hard and clung to my lovely Abby for support. Abby herself stopped and I could only assume, tenderly held Susan as she came back to her senses. As she rose up a little to hold Susan, I took the opportunity to kiss her thighs and nibble her puffy labia. I was now starving for her quim. 

As Susan relaxed and lifted off of my rigid cock, Abby leaned down into a 69 position and engulfed my cock with a renewed vigor as she cleaned her new friend's juices off of my manhood. I was very content at that moment to simply be with my wife as we pleasured each other in front of the others; however, I was soon to be introduced to yet another new thing. I sensed movement by my head and opened my eyes to see a man's hands grip my wife by the hips and lift her up higher onto her knees. Right there before my eyes appeared Derrick's cock as he rubbed the plush crown of it up and down Abby's cleft, now very wet with her juices and my saliva. 

"Oh yes, fuck me baby," escaped from Abby's mouth as I watched him spear her from tip to balls in one fluid movement.

"You're going to love this close up action man," Derrick said to me as his balls dangled precariously close to my face.

Indeed, he was so right. I rested my head on the floor and watched a sight that can typically only be seen in porn movie close-up shots. The difference was this was real life and happening right above me. His cock stroked in and out of Abby's sloppy sex as she cooed and moaned for more with her lips still firmly wrapped around my cock. His big balls dangled scant inches above my face as his pole was covered with vestiges of the cream that was deeply imbedded inside of her that I could not get out with all the tonguing and sucking that I had just given it. I could only think, "This is so fucking hot!"

Wanting Abby to get all the excitement she possibly could, I boldly lifted my head and pressed my tongue to her clit, eliciting a loud squeal from her as I made contact. She definitely wasn't expecting it, but was just as assuredly appreciative of my generosity. Derrick, sensing what I was doing, accommodated by taking shorter strokes and not going in as deep. Working as a team, I thoroughly tongued and sucked her clit while he pistoned his meat in and out of her fuck hole.

I knew I was already close to his cock, but I was soon to be much closer. When Abby wanted to be fucked harder, she started pushing back into Derrick's thrusts, which inevitably, brought my tongue into full contact with his shaft. At first, it was strange, but the three of us were so excited that I assumed none of us really cared anymore. I know that I didn't. In fact, I was in heaven as I ran my wet tongue liberally over both of their mated organs without preference. I never even made the conscious decision, but suddenly, I lowered my head and pushed my tongue out to its full length so Derrick's oversized balls grazed over it as he fucked my wife. It was a feeling I had often fantasized about myself, but I guess, a good start would be to give that feeling to someone else.

I've never considered myself gay or bisexual, and neither have I had any urges to experience sex with a man. Regardless of that fact, what I did to Derrick drew a long groan of pleasure out of him and he began fucking Abby deeper and faster. My head was now lower and out of the way, so he had better access to her cunt and the extra pleasure of my tongue was urging him on to higher performance. "Oh fuck yes Scott, keep doing that with your tongue man," he more gasped than said in coherent speech.

Abby, upon hearing that, must have had to see it for herself, because her mouth popped forcefully off my cock with a loud echoing sound. She lifted up higher on her arms to look under herself at what her pervert husband was doing now. Her voice was raspy and sexy as hell as she said, "Yes, baby, lick his big balls while he fucks your honey. Treat him nice as he treats me like a slut baby!"

Seeing her reaction, I got even more into it and was licking his shaft and balls as they pleasured my bride. It was apparently too much stimulation for him to last very long, because he was soon short stroking into Abby and groaning non-stop as he built to his next orgasm. With him taking shorter strokes, I took the opportunity to suck one of his testicles into my mouth and roll it around with my tongue as I sucked it gently. That turned out to be the end for him, because as I slurped him in, he yelled, slammed home one last time and began pumping his seed into my dirty wife's slutty cunt. I could feel his balls spasming and his shaft jerking as I held his jewel in my mouth until he finally finished filling her up. I knew it was a huge load from the sensations, but it was soon confirmed as he slowly pumped her and his sperm began slipping out around their sexes and dripping onto my chin and face.

When finally Derrick pulled out of Abby with a loud slurping noise, his cock fell right into my face. Again, without thinking, I sucked it into my mouth and began licking their combined juices from his cock. He held my head and gasped encouragement as I continued. Soon, after he was clean, I realized that my dear Abby had seen the entire thing. I loosed him from my mouth and looked her in the eyes. She looked incredibly turned on and in pure ecstasy. Apparently, she had liked what she'd seen. 




Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 02



Wanting to impress her even more with my lewd perversity, I grabbed her hips and plunged my face into her sloppy cunt and began to eat the cream pie her and Derrick had just created for me. It was salty and not unpleasant at all. That turned out to be too much for Abby too because her pussy began to spasm in an orgasm that was so intense, the cum inside of her squirted out in two or three short bursts onto my face, before renewing her attack on my tool with a vengeance. 

This time, she was determined to drain me dry and there was nothing I could do to prevent it as I licked and lapped at her sweet savory juices. When I did cum, it was an explosion which I thought would blow the tip of my cock off. The first spurt was so huge that it literally hurt coming out of the slit. I have no idea whether Abby was able to handle it all as it gushed into her mouth in torrents, but I do know that anything she missed was quickly licked up and swallowed by her. 

After we both came down from our mutual orgasms, Abby turned around and lay on top of me. We kissed long and hard and by the end of it, we realized that the others, who were all now crawling out of the hot tub and drying off, were applauding us. Abby giggled like a little girl and I laughed, as we climbed from the floor and stood with shaky legs. 

"That was fucking hot," Greg said with a big smile as he dried himself off. His cock was semi-hard and I knew that he'd be wanting more soon, and since my Abby was the only female not off limits to him, I knew she'd be busy again before long. 

Susan provided a temporary reprieve as she came over and grabbed Abby's hand, guiding her away. "Let's go clean up honey," she said as they walked away, "these boys can go all night." I wasn't close enough to hear Abby's reply, but it didn't sound as if she was done for the night either. 

While the other guys dried off and grabbed more drinks, I took a quick dip into the hot tub again to clean myself up. Whoever had to clean this thing out after we left, was going to have a job ahead of them. A secondary thought I had was hoping that it had been properly cleaned before we began our own activities in it. With everything else going on tonight, that thought only made me laugh to myself.

As I crawled out of the hot tub and dried off, we all stood around naked and talked about guy stuff. The guys could not compliment me enough on my hot wife and how sexually amazing she was. I could only smile through the praise and tell them that they were welcome. It was a new feeling to me, though I'm sure they all have shared this type of relationship for a while. It was an incredibly strange feeling to be completely open and honest sexually in front of a group of people. I could only guess that this was what a swinger's lifestyle was like. Though I wasn't sure that I'd be comfortable with Abby having sex while I wasn't around, or vice versa, I did begin to understand how couples could seek and live this type of lifestyle.

The ladies were gone about 30 minutes and when they returned looked very refreshed, and very sexy. Both were naked and smiling. Susan walked up and said with a big smile on her face, "She's ready boys," and then walked over to me. 

"What's she ready for?" I asked her. 

"You'll see," she said, still smiling.

For her part, Abby just looked over at me, smiled and waved. "I love you baby. Don't worry, I asked for this."

"I love you too and what did you ask for?" I asked, totally confused.

There's no other way to describe what happened next. The guys descended upon her like a pack of wolves on a wounded deer.

Ted walked up and gripped her throat and pulled her in hard for a kiss. It looked like he was trying to crush her lips and Derrick walked up behind her and smacked her ass hard enough to make her yelp through the kiss.

"What the fuck!" I said moving to interfere.

Simultaneously, both Abby and Susan screamed, "No!"

I turned on Susan and demanded, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Relax honey, this is what Abby wants, this is one of her fantasies," she said with a calming tone trying to bring me down from fight mode.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked. I couldn't tear my eyes from what was happening to Abby, but inside, I could not reconcile that these guys would ever truly hurt her. I also noted they were glancing over at me nervously as they were roughhousing my wife. It seemed only halfhearted on their parts, at least for now.

Susan explained hurriedly, before things went the wrong direction, "Scott, listen. This all began at the table, when we were drinking, breaking the ice, and getting to know each other," she started and then continued, "the four of us started sharing sexual fantasies and after Abby got comfortable, she joined in. I don't think she had any plans at that time, but as you know, she ultimately ended up sucking cocks in a bathroom stall." 

She stopped again and caught her breath. Smiling, she finished, "This is the continuation of her fantasy. She wants to be used harshly by several men."

It began to dawn on me then what I was seeing. I had heard this fantasy and we had played it the best two people could. Of course, in this situation, she'd want it for real. 

In her soothing voice, Susan said, "Don't worry, they will not hurt her and she has a safe word to stop it whenever she has had too much. Her and I talked about it, because I've done it before and she wanted to try it. I've spent the last 30 minutes preparing her for this. Scott, just let her enjoy it, okay?" 

Regardless of my past and present knowledge, it was still tough processing the transition from the nice guys we'd spent the evening with, to the animals assaulting and raping my wife now. Despite my initial misgivings, watching Abby in this moment, I knew what Susan said was true. Abby desperately wanted what was happening to her. 

I stared closely as these men took turns squeezing her throat, spitting in her face, and other things. The guys soon relaxed and began performing their roles with gusto as they realized that I was onboard. I could tell from watching Abby that she was totally into it. Her pussy was literally dripping with her own juices, and she was grunting like a wild animal as she took what they gave her. 

My cock sprang back to life and Susan saw the cue to move in on me and reached for my raging hard on. Now at this point, you might be thinking, "What the fuck! He's just gonna watch?" 

Well, the answer was quite the opposite, because I stopped Susan's hand cold by gripping her wrist hard in my own hand. I growled, "I'm not just going to stand by and watch this." 

As I saw the fear pass through her eyes as she thought I was about to put a stop to it. Instead, I smiled and winked, "I'm getting some of that slut's ass too. Let's go."

Greg and Ted had her pinned between them as they harshly fucked her cunt and mouth. She was drooling and bouncing everywhere as they used her body. Derrick was torturously twisting and pinching her nipples as she moaned and groaned like a filthy whore. Dragging Susan over by her wrist, I walked up to the group and laid a resounding slap onto my slut wife's ass. It was the hardest she had received yet and she cut her eyes at me and I saw a look in them I'd never seen before. It was a look of pure desperation. Not desperation to be set free, but desperate for more. Her animal instincts had kicked in and she was going for it.

For the next hour, we granted her darkest fantasy. It was me that took her asshole first that evening. We had done anal before, but always slowly and gently. Not this time, I squirted skin lotion liberally on my cock and while Susan was smothering her with cunt, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and ruthlessly slammed into the hilt. She screamed against Susan's pussy and I didn't care. I fucked her hard and fast while the guys cheered me on and I deposited my load into her tight, dark hole.

Susan dismounted as I pulled my cock out and I shoved it into Abby's mouth while the guys realized her ass was open for business. After I gripped her hair and face fucked her until I was clean, I went and sat on the sofa across the room and settled in to watch while the guys did their magic.

For the remaining time, she was gang fucked in every position and never gently. I grabbed my phone and video recorded the portion where Derrick and Greg held her between them and gave her the first double penetration sex of her life. The scream that ripped from her throat as both of those cocks simultaneously invaded her holes was likely enough to bring the cops running if our neighbors cared enough to call. Which, it turned out, they didn't. Vegas, right?

She was moaning and screaming nonstop as continuous orgasms seemed to wrack her body. I can tell you that we didn't take it easy on her. We gang fucked her like the worthless cock whore she was. By the time we were finished with her, she was nothing but a heap of sweaty, cum covered flesh, just floundering against the guys as they continued to violate her body in unspeakable ways. The only thing I can tell you for sure that never happened, because I listened very closely for it, was the use of the safe-word. 

As she reached full exhaustion and had no strength left, it finally ended. When the last guy could fuck and cum no more, they literally dropped her like a rag doll onto the sofa. She lay there just gasping for air, bathed in sweat and cum. Eventually, after regaining her breath, she was able to look over at me. When our eyes met I could tell that she just had the experience of a lifetime. It was confirmed by the out of this world smile that came across her face. 

Tiredly, she opened her mouth and these words spilled out, "Baby, I love you so very much." What could I do but go to her then? We kissed, what seemed like forever, but I could tell she was fading on me fast. 

I cradled her in my arms and picking her up, smiling at everybody in the room I said, "Thank you all so very much for tonight. Make yourself at home." 

I then took my exhausted and completely satiated bride to the master suite. I carried her straight to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet as I filled the bathtub up with hot water. When it was ready, I picked her up and settled her into the tub. I took my time and slowly lathered her up and cleaned her wonderfully abused body. 

She fell asleep in the tub before I was even finished, so I drained the tub, toweled her off the best I could and tucked her into the bed. 

I don't know why I felt the need to don a bathrobe after spending hours naked with these people, but I did anyway and walked back into the main room where everybody else was semi-dressed. I said with a laugh, "You guys really fucked her up. I can tell she loved it. I have no idea how I'll ever top that."

Continuing on, I said, "Find a place to sack out and you guys have a good night." 

I was pretty exhausted myself, as that night I had just cum well beyond previous limitations. I walked back into the room where my wife was passed out, crawled in the bed with her and passed out myself. Abby and I slept hard and very late the next day. After groggily bringing myself to a semi-conscious state with Abby in my arms, I noticed that the room outside seemed very quiet. When I was able to untangle myself from my bride and headed out into the room, I found our company had left sometime during the night, or earlier that morning. All they had left behind was a thank you note, with all their names and contact information. At the bottom was an invitation to take our next weekend getaway with them at their homes.

I reminisced about the previous evening for a few minutes, smiling happily, and decided that we would indeed be making that trip very soon. Then, I walked back into the master suite and dropped the robe I had donned moments before. I knew Abby would be incredibly sore when she woke up, but she was my slut and I was going to fuck her into wakefulness.

The end. For now.