EROTICA | HOTWIFE | CUCKOLD | WIFE SHARING

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My tongue went at her as those groans became more intense. I wanted her to cum, to find that pulse of pleasure she desired. Suddenly, the bed shifted. Tom had his cock in her face, batting her with it as it grew harder. She tried to get it in her mouth, but he playfully kept it just out of reach. Our eyes connected. He nodded for me to continue.

And I did, becoming a pussy-eating machine. Increasingly aggressive, my tongue scorched her flesh, stabbing and licking at every part of her crotch.

I could feel her tensing, her body glowing with the power of the coming release. Tom knew it too. He delivered his now stiff rod to her mouth so she could suck on him when she came. She gobbled that shaft, lavishing it with her attention as she came off the bed, crying out.

A finger tapped my head. It was Archer, standing behind me. "Fuck her. Right now."

He did not need to repeat it. I scrambled onto the bed, pulling her hips toward me, plunging my cock inside for the most wonderful warmth ever. She glanced over Tom's cock with wide eyes, seeing me take her as hard as my hips could produce.

The groan coming out of that throat drove me to push even harder, driving into my wife while my eyes feasted on her own hunger for Tom's cock and the pleasure. Our eyes seemed locked together.

This connection, formed over 10 years of life committed to each other, had been transformed. I felt it in my very bones. I wanted to give her this, to be the one making it possible.

Something inside me opened up, a rush of elation. IT WAS ME!! I was the one giving her this pleasure. It had been my choices that made it possible. Fuck, I suddenly realized… I loved this!

I pulled out abruptly. This slut needed more. I signaled for Archer to take my place. He was in her as quickly as I could get out of the way. Tom took that as his signal to let loose. He savaged her mouth, thrust after thrust. The two guys quickly matched their paces as the groaning now became harsher, deeper. She was falling back into the pleasure I had mostly heard last night.

I wanted this for her. As she fell harder into the pleasure, I focused more on the same. I grabbed her nipples as I moved beside her, pulling them harshly away from her body. She squealed at the sudden change, pushing her chest out for more. Chris did this last night. Sandy loved it. My hands pinched and slapped those luscious mounds as my face fell on them, biting, licking, suckling. I couldn't get enough of them.

When the blast approached, we all sensed it coming. They spitroasted her with glee as she vibrated underneath them. I pulled back slightly, taking both nipples with my pinching fingers, stretching them so far away from her body, I felt they might tear. Yanking them hard.

Her entire body shook. We savaged my wife, taking her higher and higher. Tom's cock popped out of her mouth as a wail filled the entire house.

My screamer of a flower was in full bloom now! She was flopping against Archer's continued plunges, but it seemed like my nipple torment was driving the intensity. Her chest constantly followed my movements as I lifted, then relaxed her buds.

She thrashed on the bed, mewling as the sensations controlled her, finally collapsing back, panting heavily. Tom and Archer stepped away from her. They both nodded to me, then left the room. Neither had even cum. My heaving bride certainly had. Over and over.

Once her breathing settled down, Sandy reached up, pulling me down onto her lips, guiding my shaft back inside her. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Her hands pulled me in tighter, clasping me against her chest. I have never felt such emotions flowing between us as we both came gently, feeling that love grow stronger.

As we came up for breath, Sandy whispered for me to roll off her. She sat up, crossing her legs in front, pressing them against my side.

"We need to talk, babe," she said.

I looked at her, wondering how bad the news was going to be. She just smiled, putting her hand over my mouth, shaking her head no.

"Another confession is due," she said. That really put me on edge. Her last few confessions have been hard enough to take. Now, after all that pleasure, she wants to make another one?

"I've been harboring some anger toward you… about how this happened," she started. "Especially the way you implied I was ready to run off with any cock that wanted me. That really hurt my feelings. It was insulting in so many ways I couldn't even process it. First, it implied I had no self-control and would do it with anyone that pointed a dick at me. And second, it implied I was a washed-up hag, unable to get action if I wanted it. Let me assure you, I have had plenty of opportunity to play around, especially with your frequent business travel."

The hard turn of my stare just made her smile. She touched me gently up my torso, down to my cock, still tingling from the incredible session.

"Let me assure you, Mr. Smithson, not doing so was a matter of choice. That you didn't recognize that, after all our years together, fed that anger." Her eyes left mine for the first time, reflecting the hurt that might have found a more permanent home.

"But that wasn't the worst part. What angered me most was your insistence that I'd go out somewhere to get gang fucked without telling you. Or that I would do it at all without your complete agreement. Jesus, Kade. Is that really what you thought of me?" Tears formed as she looked at me, a sadness growing.

The conversation with Tom earlier flashed back at me, warning of the same thing. I tried to speak. She placed her hand over my mouth again. "Let me finish, okay?" With the pleading look in her eyes, I settled back on the pillow, waiting.

"Here's the thing. After our video call with Tom, where I brought myself off in front of you both… I still can't believe I did that… While I was calming down afterward, I started crying. At that moment, I had an epiphany. I suddenly realized who was at fault here. And it wasn't you. All the little pieces of the last few months drew a very stark picture of ME, not you. Of what I had been saying and how I was acting around them. I had to face the truth of that anger. That all your uncertainty was a reasonable reaction to the not-so-subtle message that I WOULD do just that. Go to them, no matter your wishes."

She leaned over, kissing my skin, rubbing the thin chest hair. "My growing desire was so intense, I'll confess, I thought about it."

Tears formed in her eyes. Genuine sorrow. "It suddenly occurred to me that all this flirting had given you mixed signals that hurt you and damaged your trust in me. That all my anger was misplaced. I should have directed it at my behavior, not yours. I was acting like a petulant child, demanding what I wanted."

She moved up, burying her face in my chest. I could feel the tears pouring out of her.

"I am so sorry, my love… so sorry. Kadon, no matter how strong the fantasy, I would never do that. It would have been unfair to you. Unfair to us. Unfair to our family."

I sat up. Our lips found each other again. We were necking like we had just met. The tears in her eyes told me of the sorrow she felt. She pulled back again.

"This is my promise to you, Kadon Smithson. Never. Let me repeat. That will NEVER happen! I will never attempt to make any fantasy a reality without you there beside me, sharing in the thrill. If you decide it is too much… that you no longer want to play… I will accept your judgment. You and my family are the most important things in my life. That was the case 10 years ago when we got married. It remains even more so today. Can you forgive me?"

I started her by laughing, pulling her over my knees on the bed. Her ass hung in the air… so tempting. I remembered the moans of her receiving a spanking last night.

<whack>

My palm crossed her tight ass cheek.

<whack>

Another found its way to the other side. Six more followed, alternating between the reddening flesh. She jerked in my lap, trying to get off, groaning at the genuine pain. It wouldn't have mattered. I had her held tightly in my grasp.

None of the hits left a mark, but it was hard enough for the guys to hear down the hall. They came running in.

"Oh, no," Tom said. "You're not doing that without us. We want in on this."

Soon, all four of her guys were on the bed, alternating swats on her ass as she squirmed, playfully trying to get away… but not really. None of their strikes were any harder than mine, yet the sheer volume of them reddened those lovely cheeks further. It didn't take long. Sandy moaned at the growing pressure.

Tom left abruptly, returning with a hefty sized butt plug and some lube, sitting them quietly on the bed. He nodded to me, mouthing 'you know what to do.' The guys stopped, returning to their rooms. Before I could do anything, I heard showers flowing.

I massaged her cheeks. She purred at the sudden turn to pleasure. She tried to turn her head to look at me, but I pushed her face back into the bed so she couldn't see what I was doing.

My hand found its way into her slit. Sandy was gushing with arousal. She really enjoyed that. Maybe we should try some spanking for real?

I drizzled lube on her rear bud and the butt plug, pushing it inside her, slowly and firmly. She grimaced at the pressure as the bulb widened, then let out a sigh of satisfaction when it found a home.

"Your men have plans for you, my slut. Including using this hole however they like. Lots of hard ass fucking, I am told." I emphasized my point by jiggling the plug. Sandy settled across my lap. I could feel her purr, almost giddy with anticipation. "Tom wanted you to be prepared for it."

I jiggled the plug harder while my other hand found her clit. The active movement had her quickly on edge, ready for another blast, until I stopped just short of her reward. A welcome frustration came out as a whimper.

Chuckling as I helped her off the bed, I said, "That's payback for my ruined orgasm yesterday."

"Now that's just plain mean," she giggled. "You know I just did that because they told me to."

That twinkle in her eyes… that pleading look of feigned innocence… fuck… I so love this woman.

"Sure you did," I chuckled.

That got us both laughing. "For now, let's go for a quick shower," I said. "Your plane leaves early evening. They are going to keep you especially busy… all afternoon long. We have to get you packed."

Her shriek of joy fed my own needs as we walked arm-in-arm to the shower. The way Tom talked. I knew they had plenty of plans for both of us.

I became completely submissive in the shower, scrubbing every part of her body… in between kissing, of course. Sandy had brought exfoliating gloves and scented body wash this trip. I used them all over her. I even got down on my knees, cleaning her legs and feet.

All the playfulness of the bed seeped away, as if she instinctively knew what I needed here was something stronger. Throughout the shower, she gave me detailed instructions on what I should do, controlling my every move.

While on my knees, she smashed my face into her sex, ordering me to lick her until she came. My tongue eagerly found her slit as she grabbed my hair, moving me where she wanted. My shaft throbbed as I gave myself over to her control.

Funny, as I look back on all this, her orgasm in the shower may be the hottest thing we did. Feeling her trembling with release while on my knees licking her… Holy fuck! That was hot!

I dried myself, then dried her. Standing in front of the mirror, after brushing her teeth, she gave me a hairbrush. I was standing behind her, soaking in the ravishing woman that had become my partner in life, and now in so much more. She told me to take care of her luscious auburn hair that fell to mid-back.

Oddly, in all our years together, I had never done this, brushing her hair after a shower. This only became a natural extension of what we did in the shower. The slow, sensual brushing soothed and inflamed the beast within me, while watching her in the mirror. Her breasts jiggled with my movement.

While I brushed, I spoke to her. "Your men are going to give it to you hard. One after the other. Looking forward to that?"

"Mmm," was all she said.

"I see much pleasure ahead for you. Time and again. Too bad they don't have more guys to keep you busy." Her eyes moved away suddenly. I stopped, looking at her in surprise. "Are there going to be more?"

"Not today, silly," she said. "Tom thinks I might be ready for my next trip to town. Would that be okay with you… if we did more?"

I looked at her with a smile. "That Tom, always thinking ahead. Does my little slut like that idea?"

"Mmm…"

Strange how far we had come. As I finished the brushing, I couldn't have been more excited for her. The way her nipples poked out in the mirror, fully extended at the thought of more guys, just got me even more thrilled.

I smiled down at her in the mirror. "Think of it… No need to take breaks if there were more guys, right? How long do you think you can last with every hole filled?" I said, just as I set the brush down.

My wife spun around, pressing her chest against me, looking up. "Is that okay… if he brings more? Things have gone so great. I don't want this to disturb what we have found here."

I stroked her hair with my hand, reaching down for a kiss. "Your cuckold promised to obey. If this is what you want, I am good with it. I truly enjoy watching you let go. I'm only worried about you. If it gets too much, let me know. I have confidence that Tom will choose the right guys. He will take care of you."

She buried her face in my chest. Her shiver of anticipation pushed my cock even harder, pressing against her stomach. Her hand reached down, stroking me. "You really do like this? You're not ashamed the way I am with them… so eager?"

"This is your free-use weekend, babe. There is no shame involved. Your husband… and cuckold…" I chuckled, "wants you to get everything you can out of it. You have my full permission to let go as much as you want. For this weekend with my roommates and next time… however many Tom can find. I'm good with you being the dirty slut you carefully hid from me all these years. Let her out to run as fast as she wants."

I paused for a moment, thinking about the longer-term.

"Look, babe. This is fun, and I want you to let yourself go. Really do." I continued stroking her hair, feeling that affection that connected us so strongly. "But we have to keep it in perspective. We still have a life, and kids that will come here soon. Would I like this every weekend, or for you to go without me to gangbangs? No…"

I traced my hands down her shoulders, grasping her breasts in front of the mirror. "For this weekend and next visit, though, I think we can let your slut out to play. After that, we'll have to see how we're feeling."

I pulled her toward the bedroom, holding her in my arms. The three guys were already standing there, naked, waiting for her arrival. "Right now, that's another matter. I want you to get royally fucked as much as you want."

She crushed against my chest, wrapping her arms around me once again. "I love you, Kadon. More than ever. My promise earlier still stands. This will always be something we do together."

"I'll hold you to that promise. For now, though…" I smiled, as Tom and Chris grabbed her out of my arms, pushing her onto the bed.

The rest of the afternoon, those guys gave her everything she wanted. I went about the business of the day. I cleaned up, did some dishes, caught up on some work emails, even packed her bags for the return to New Jersey. No matter how loud the groans and grunts became, I did not go back into the bedroom. Her cuckold had discovered he liked to imagine what was happening as much as the watching.

And they gave it to her. Hard and focused. I finally had to go in for a 'clean up' in the late afternoon. Her plane would not wait just so she could cum a few more times!

On the way to the airport, all her uncertainty of before was gone. The dominant wife that arrived Friday morning was back.

"I told Tom your clean-up services would be available for whoever needed them as long as you stayed in the house. No matter what form that takes." That twinkle in her eyes left me stunned.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Going to leave that up to Tom to explain. He has plans for you. I have left explicit instructions with him… and I now give them to you… that you are to obey him when you are 'in session.' He'll let you know when that is." Visions of being on my knees in front of him filled my thoughts. She must have noticed the uncertainty as I drove. "I think you are going to like what we have in mind for you the rest of your visit."

"And for your next visit, too," I chuckled, lightly pinching her nipple poking out of the sundress she wore. She giggled as we pulled up to the airport.

Sandy and I had started on a new journey, that's for sure. My wife got the gangbang she always fantasized about, and her cuckold… well… he discovered some things about himself. Neither seemed interested in going back to the way we were before.

The plans for her next visit were already taking shape. Tom had arranged for 5 guys to be available at all times that weekend. My wife would get all she could handle.

As for her cuckold, Tom already promised my participation was going to be much more… active. He planned to use me in other sessions by myself, even when Sandy was back in New Jersey! I didn't know what he meant by that, but knew I would do whatever they told me. I had become hooked on my pleasure as much as she had on hers. Sharing my wife with my roommates turned out to be a wise move, after all.

THE END

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