(I wrote this story for Donna, as she was perpetually wasted and sexually wiped-out during this escapade. It is from my perspective and observations of our week in San Diego. Scott)



During the middle of August, a few weeks before the new school year, Donna's folks took the children for a week on a vacation to Disneyland. Our friends, Bob and Char, had rented a beach house near Pacific Beach for the summer, but couldn't stay the last couple weeks. Therefore, they offered us the place for the remaining time and we took advantage of a week away from the kids. Approaching forty, Donna still looked like a college fox in her Brazilian thong bikini. The first day at the beach she had quite a number of admirers on the beach. Donna always laughingly told me it was from her revolutionary flirting skills and poise; I always rebutted, "Having a spectacular pair of legs and nice tits and ass is not a skill." She's the type of woman that you might see in a B movie, only she's truly brilliant, naturally beautiful, very professional, and has perfect DD-cup breasts that God gave her.

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The fact that she was a highly sexy thirty-nine year old MILF spread like wildfire at the beach and actually got Donna even more "Hot Points," as some of the young men began calling it. I sometimes wish I were more ignorant to men gazing at her, but hey, I'm neither naive nor stupid when it comes to what they are staring at; it's not the bikini, it's what's under it. She truly is gorgeous and will be stared at, especially by the college boys, males in general for that matter. It's been said that if men stare at a woman as she walks by, she's beautiful, but if both men and women stare, she's hot. Donna is definitely hot and also a "hotwife". At 5'3", 122 lbs, gorgeous ass, perfect curves, flawless skin, and an amazingly cute innocent looking face, the fact that she is a wife and mom really made little difference. If she were a bottle washer, the testosterone-filled young men at this beach would have been attracted to her.

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Just into our second day there, we ended up driving to Thruster's Bar along Pacific Beach. Donna had been having thoughts regarding the approach of her fortieth birthday, so I decided to let her flirt with the college men and see where it led. We ended up staying the entire evening hanging out and dancing. We couldn't help noticing several of the college age guys sitting on the outside patio. As we walked to the side of the patio, we noticed they had a small table pulled out playing a drinking game, which required the loser to down a shot. It appeared they must have all been losing.

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Donna quickly said in a joking manner as we walked up, "Boys, that's a game where even the winner's a loser in the morning."

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They all laughed and began brutally heckling her to join them. Now, I'm not the type to enter a pissing contest over simple heckling, never have been never will be, but Donna on the other hand can't help herself. She's hard-wired for it and doesn't even know it.

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She playfully began firing right back saying, "First of all, most of you lightweights are already buzzed, and second, I'm not one of your little girly buddies who follows you around and fakes being tipsy after a shot or two."

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That stoked them even more. After another twenty minutes or so of this back and forth banter, she finally said, "Fine... Fine. Okay! Even if I lose, I'll be able to walk when most of you are curled up in the fetal position on the floor."

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I must say I was trying my damnedest not to laugh, because I knew full well what a lightweight she was in the drinking department with hard-liquor and full-on trying to bluff guys who majored in drinking. After a few more minutes of this harassing joust between Donna and her antagonists, she and I went into the bar to get some drinks. I arrived back out on the deck long before Donna as we all waited for her. We began chitchatting about everything and nothing. They must have told me a hundred times how they were going to take her to school on drinking, bragging about what power drinkers they were, how many times they had played this game, and how much they could hold.

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At times thinking they might be overdoing it, they would quickly begin saying, "Oh, but we'll take it easy. Anyone can quit at any time."

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I actually began wondering if anyone would be coherent by the time she came back out. With every passing minute, I began thinking Donna might have been right about most of them ending up on the floor. With the game paused, they continued to pound beer and shots the entire time. Just as I was about to see what was keeping Donna, she pushed the door open and walked out. I noticed she was wearing her bikini top and short skirt, quite normal I suppose for where we were, but not what I was expecting with six drunken college students sitting around. She had apparently gone to the ladies' room and removed her blouse.

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Instantly one of the buzzed college students said, "Scott, please forgive me, but I have to say this, Donna, you are positively the sexiest wife alive."

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She quickly giggled slapping him on the shoulder saying, "Don't try to soften me up, buddy boy, you'll be passed out soon and I'm going be laughing at you tomorrow. That is if you can drag your way out of bed in the morning after the hangover I'm going put on you."

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They were all razzing one another full force. I just sat watching, cracking up as they played their drinking game. After several rounds, one of them said "Scott, with the utmost respect, sir, I believe your wife is cheating so we might need to raise the stakes."

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I simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, "Yes, she does appear to be kicking your asses. What's on our mind?"

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He immediately uttered, "Strip shots."

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Now Donna was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in mid-speech saying, "Oh, aren't we funny, I'm winning and you're all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!"

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I should mention that Donna had been overtly flirting with these young men for a couple of hours by this time. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on. In fact it took only a few times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though, she warned me that flirting was not the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was not enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in the bedroom. She was free to fuck other men. So fucking in front of me became our spicy lifestyle. As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her, insisting that "Strip Shots" separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn't even see the setup being orchestrated.

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I knew full well that they were basically letting her win and carefully timing their moment in which the payoff would be her sitting there completely nude. I have to say that I began getting turned on by the possibility as well. I've seen Donna nude a million times, even in front of a pack of horny young men.

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I kept my mouth shut for a while when suddenly I blurted, "Awe hell, baby, you're cleaning their clocks, they'll be the ones sitting there looking silly."

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As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying, "For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I'm winning and are trying to make me quit."

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Every guy there couldn't help but glance at the crotch of her thong as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was wildly teasing when she would occasionally lean back. Her thong was very tightly stretched over her crotch and pussy. The subtle outline was unmistakable to all who could see. She didn't realize it, but she was playing right into their ploy and I was basically inching it along.

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I too began pumping her up saying things like, "What are you worried about, you've only lost three hands?"

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Ultimately I figured what the hell; I would love to see her slip her bikini off in front of them. There's no doubt she was in rare form, but in my opinion not nearly intoxicated enough to go through with it yet. After several more minutes, she apprehensively said, "Good grief, let's at least go somewhere private if we are going to be this immature."

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They all immediately began picking up the cards and carrying on as they gathered their drinks, and razzing the hell out of her with things like, "Oh, you won't play. You know you won't."

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She and I must have winked at one another twenty times during all this, almost in reassurance to one another that it was all in good fun. The young men followed us to the beach house. After getting in the room and getting all set up, they began to do shots before the game even started again. Donna wasn't to be outdone as she too threw back a few "Jack Daniel" shots from a bottle we had brought with us. At this juncture I could tell she was hell bent on going through with it, but also knew she was unwittingly confident that she had been legitimately winning all along. It was quite comical watching her sneak on a pair of flip-flops. I knew she was going to consider that part of her wardrobe as she gave me a sneaky grin. On the very first round, she and three others had to lose an article of clothing. Donna, threw her wrap skirt onto the bed, but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to drink for at least ten minutes before they even began the next round.

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To everyone's surprise, Donna legitimately won the next two rounds leaving three of the guys sitting in just their underwear. Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the game. And believe me, she had talked enough trash up to this point, she would have a hard time backing out. Before dealing the next hand, and the fact that someone would undoubtedly end up nude if they lost, they actually added an addendum to the rules. Even with the new rules, I could plainly see that Donna was having second thoughts, agreeing that those who became nude could get dressed after five minutes of humiliation while the remaining players worked towards victory.

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As the next round was dealt, I watched as she stared at her cards with an "Oh, shit" look. She laid down three cards and was re-dealt along with the others, when she unconsciously murmured, "You've got to be kidding me."

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They all began chuckling saying, "Oh, the big winner didn't get the card she needed?"

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She instantly replied, "I don't know what you're all laughing at, two of you are about to be sitting there the way you came into this world, and all I'm losing is my flip-flops."

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They instantly began whooping and hollering about how she didn't have flip-flops on when the game started, etc., etc., but she held to her guns and they let it ride. Once again, they all playfully began harassing one another when Donna began riding the losers saying, "Hey this was your all's idea. Remember, oh, let's separate the chicken-shits. Oh, let's separate the chicken-shits. Lose the underwear fellas."

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This went on for at least five minutes when they simply stood up, scooted their underwear down, and kicked them off. Donna watched for a couple of seconds, but as they pushed them down exposing their pubic hair and the tops of their cocks, she turned her head and put a hand over her face with a rather huge smile, but quickly turned back towards them trying to act as though it was completely normal. As a husband in this peculiar situation, I instinctively glanced at their packages. Let's face it, if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their cocks, you will compare yourself to what she will no doubt see, no matter how much you act as if you're not. I immediately noticed that one of the guys was completely average, and from what I could tell, he was nervously quite un-erect. The other young man on the other hand, had a slightly aroused thick yet limp cock that flopped out of his underwear. I knew Donna looked right at it, but played it perfectly nonchalant. It was larger than mine, and that bothered me for a split second, but not enough for me to let it interfere with what was transpiring.

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Both guys draped a hand and arm over their genitals as they sat there with Donna relentlessly harassing them saying, "Oh, let's play strip shots, let's play strip shots... Remember you have five minutes, yep you do."

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Not more than a few minutes later, she and the last guy wearing underwear dealt their cards, and by this time Donna was seriously feeling the shots she had consumed over the course of the evening. As she picked up her cards, again she got that intense look of, "Oh, shit," as she intently focused and repositioned her cards several times. She ultimately laid her cards down in a reluctant, "I've been cheated" manner.

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After being re-dealt, she instantly threw her cards face down and said, "Ok you win. I quit... Hey, you said I could quit anytime."

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They all simultaneously began laughing high fiving one another, "Oh, no, Oh, no, you have to. Remember us chicken-shits sitting here naked, what's up with that? Let's put our money where our mouth is... We had to. Yes, yes, we had to, take them off."

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She quickly looked at me grinning almost as if hoping I would say something. Her knees began bouncing a mile a minute as she nervously put her hands over her mouth. She kept bouncing her knees nervously, when finally she stood up with her mouth half opened expressing a nervous smile, and said, "I see there are no gentlemen here who might insist that I maintain my dignity."

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They all began roaring, "Nope, nope, none here, Oh, no, none here," With one eventually saying, "At least you'll have our respect. So will it be the top or bottoms?"

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She stared at me again for a couple of seconds and then turned away as she nervously giggled, "I must be nuts."

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She hurriedly put her thumbs on the sides of her bikini bottoms, and slid them down to her knees as she quickly sat and raised her feet off the floor and removed them. You would have thought this was an off-post military bar with thirty GIs the way they carried on.

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She then sarcastically said, "Good Lord, enough. Haven't you ever seen a woman's pussy before?"

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They all began repeating things like, "Not as fine as yours, not as fine as yours... Scott, your wife is so fucking hot. Oh, my God you're hot. Donna, you're so fucking hot."

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She couldn't stop giggling, telling them "Do you realize I'm thirty-nine years old, and you guys are what, barely twenty-one? You should be chasing those "girls gone wild" types I see running around here."

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I could tell after the initial exposure, she was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and compliments. They never did finish the game, but continued sitting there nude and semi-nude well past their amended five minute rule chitchatting and harassing one another. After an hour or so had passed, one guy began talking about going out and finding an all-night massage joint, mentioning that he had heard that if you tip really well you might get lucky. Donna immediately told them that if they got behind the wheel of a car in the shape they were in they would most certainly regret it, but they insistently kept rambling on about it.

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Finally one of the guys said, "Let's stop talking about and just do it." He rose up and began scanning the room as he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, feeling his pockets and looking around the floor.

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Donna then mischievously said, "You're not getting the keys," as she jumped on the sofa and pulled her bikini top off fully exposing herself.

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He immediately began laughing replying, "Ok, what did you do with them?"

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Donna put her left hand behind her back acting as if she had them when he playfully knelt on the sofa beside her, and jokingly began tickling her. As he did, I can't tell you what a maximum turn on it became watching Donna tightly clinching her legs together while raising her feet off the floor. As she did, it exposed her beautiful bare ass and pussy, and I knew several of them had to see it from where they were sitting.

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She kept repeating as she playfully shoved with her right hand and blocked his hands with her knees, "No you can't have them; you're going to thank me tomorrow. You can't have them, you're all too drunk."

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After a short while watching, I became wildly turned on by it, eventually blurting, "I know how you can get the keys."

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He turned and joking said out of breath, "Hurry, tell me please. God she's strong."

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One third of my reply was the alcohol talking, while the other two thirds was my overwhelmingly intense fantasy speaking, when I uttered, "You're just not reaching in the right spots."

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He quickly laughed saying almost out of breath, "I can't get to her hand, she's fucking strong as hell."

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I then replied, "Tickling won't get them, but groping might!"

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Donna's mouth dropped slightly as she replied with a half-smile, "Oh, nice, Scott, you just told a guy to grope your wife. Do you want to see them drive like this?"

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I slammed back the rest of my drink and said, "No, I just wanted to see him grope you."

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After staring at me for a reaction, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, asking me "How's that, honey? Guess what? He still doesn't have the keys."

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All but one of the guys began nervously laughing, putting their shorts back on and gathering their things, with one chuckling as he exited the door, "Hey if you get the keys and she doesn't kick the living shit out of you, we'll be back in the room, come get us."

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The one inebriated guy, Brian, who stayed behind, quickly began laughing telling his friend Dan, who by the way nervously still had his hand held to Donna's breast, "Um, I don't think the keys are on her boob. You might want to keep looking."

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Now if you remember, Donna's entire mental makeup won't even allow for her to back down. She would even fuck this guy to keep him from driving at that moment. Right or wrong, I began exploiting it to the fullest. As much as I love her, she's absolutely mental when trying to prove a point, and with the amount of alcohol she had consumed it was enhanced by a factor of ten, so either way, she was as likely to let him feel her entire body as she was to kick him across the room. What she hadn't counted on however, was my ever growing erotic desire to escalate it into watching one or both guys put their hands on her. It kept running through my mind as my cock engorged. My fantasy was progressing in leaps and bounds. I had fantasized about several of them fucking her while I watched. I rose up and walked towards the bed. As I did, I walked to the opposite side of the young man knelt beside her and moved up towards her head.

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As I walked, I could feel my half-swollen cock between my legs and managed to move in such a way that, thank God, it fell along the left side of my shorts. My mind began processing a million thoughts per second. As I got to the top of her head, I playfully grabbed her arms, pulling her left hand from behind her back and pinned both hands back to the cushions.

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She instantly said, "Ok, there, see I don't have your keys."

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Midway through her saying it, I playfully put both her arms between my legs and tightly held them. I then reached with my right hand and fumbled for a second between her legs, when after finding her pussy, I quickly inserted my middle finger inside her. I then removed my right hand from her crotch and pulled at the underside of her right thigh trying to spread her legs. She continued clenching her legs together, as this guy Dan, the one who was tickling her for his keys, began moving down toward her feet. As he got to her feet, he playfully put his hands on her knees as if trying to spread them. This went on for about thirty seconds when I finally grabbed behind her ankles and pulled both her feet up towards me. As I did, he quickly stepped off the end of the sofa, instantly throwing his shorts down, and climbed back on the cushions. By this time it was plainly obvious what I was trying to make happen.
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Donna then looked into my eyes and said, "We need to stop, Scott, before I lose my will power and fuck these boys!"

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His cock was completely erect standing straight up towards the ceiling and hard as a diamond. Being in his very early twenties, it was obvious his cock was ready the instant a situation arose. I immediately noticed the large veins running in every direction down his solidly excited cock as he knelt on the foot of the sofa. I also noticed his large set of nuts as his sack freed from between his legs. This might seem too biological, but being that this was an absolute new situation to this young man, and the fact that I am an experienced swinger, I began thinking that they had no doubt been manufacturing as much sperm as they possibly could during this time of intense infatuation and ultimate sexual reality. His hands were actually trembling with anticipation. Even though these events transpired in only seconds, I missed nothing. The one safe thought in the back of my mind was that I knew Donna could not hold back her sexual urges now.

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That actually drove me more erotically insane. The fact that she was only half-heartedly struggling, intensified the moment, and to me, green light everything that was happening. I continued holding my wrist behind her ankles and slightly pulling them towards me, when this young man leaned his chest against her feet and fumbled with his cock for a few seconds. Donna flinched for a split second as I was sure the head of his cock touched her pussy lips. When Donna flinched and slightly pressed her feet against his chest, pushing, he quickly raised back up as if wondering what to do next. As he leaned back off her feet slightly, I quickly noticed the head of his cock was glistening with my wife's vaginal juices and probably his own pre-seminal fluid. I'm sure he only slightly pushed the head of his cock against her before she flinched. The slight moment I fingered her, she was soaked.

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I then moved my wrist from behind her ankles and put my hand between her thighs and began to apply pressure trying to suggest to her to spread her legs. As I did, this guy put his hands on her knees and suggestively began pushing them apart as he leaned in.

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As she leaned her head forward looking at him, Donna very lucidly and softly said, "Just cum in my pussy."

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I leaned down once again and began kissing her with my hand still between her half opened thighs. As I did, I began to feel her thighs tremble and very slowly relax, as she slowly spread them. I then gently pulled behind her right knee in an attempt to expose her crotch in the wildest, most sexually exposed way possible. I could still feel slight yet controlled resistance from Donna, knowing she had decided to take him inside her, and in some carnal way I was suggesting to her that the more she spread, the deeper she could take him. I'm sure that only a small fraction of husbands who have ever had this fantasy are lucky enough to experience it, and in reality, most are probably more comfortable fantasizing about it than actually witnessing it. I must say that up to this very moment, I was once again ready for this stranger to empty his balls inside my wife's cervix.

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Let's face it, willingly having the head of another man's cock positioned against your wife's cervix, in an act that will cause him to fill her vaginally with a few hundred million sperm, knowing she will be carrying his seed in her for days, is a mental bazooka. But again, this had escalated to the point that it was going to happen, and I chalked it up to a simultaneous state of apprehension and want. This is what wife voyeurs and swingers enjoy observing and witnessing. As I continued kissing her wildly, she suddenly exhaled and softly gasped into my face. It was intensely erotic as I smelled a combination of her vaginal juices and a strong aroma of alcohol on her breath. I knew she had just felt the head of his cock breach her vaginal opening and was experiencing his entire length slide into her depths. As we awkwardly and wildly kissed in a combination of her gasping and exhalation, I began to feel that he was no longer taking short thrusts, but had developed into harder and longer rhythmic thrusts.

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A few seconds into his forcefully thrusting his pelvis against hers, I leaned up to finally view what I had waited all night to observe. As I did, Donna continued to squeeze my hand and hold it to her face.

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As she held my hand tightly with her eyes squeezed closed, she repeatedly gasped, "Scott, he's going inside me, oh, my God, Scott, he's going inside me."

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When I was completely raised up, I instantly noticed his soaked and glistening cock rhythmically sliding into her pussy. I was amazed with how wet his cock appeared. Even the front of his pubic hair was becoming wet with her vaginal fluid. I couldn't take my eyes off of her crotch. When he was fully inside her, he would occasionally and very slowly raise his body on a back thrust. As he did, his cock would wildly stretch and spread the top of her pussy lips, making the sides of her pussy tightly bulge out and cling to his cock. I still am engrossed when another man's unprotected cock is actually inside my wife. As they fucked like this for a few minutes, he distinctly changed rhythm and began erratically thrusting, intensely gritting his teeth, moaning, and pulling at her ass.

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This went on for nearly twenty seconds more when he finally let out a roaring, almost possessed, "AAAAAHHHHHHH, FFFFFFFUUCK."

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As he did, he strained and violently slammed all the way inside Donna's pussy. As he held this death lock inside her for at least five seconds, she instantly jerked up onto one elbow and gasped, "Yes, inside me..."

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As she pressed against his chest and sharply gasped a few times, he sharply plunged deep and a strong jet of semen shot into Donna's cervix. Donna kept her hand on his balls as he leaned in, grabbing his balls and squeezing them lightly. There was no doubt in my mind that he had blown the first few shots of semen as deeply as he could into her pussy. He held the thrust too long. I knew the instant he shot the first jet of his seed inside Donna, her first gasp said it all. She closed her eyes tightly and probably didn't even know she did it, but she raised her ass up and thrust her pelvis against him just once before getting his attention, and as she did, she let out a moan I hadn't heard for some time. It was as if the head of his cock spewed a shot of seed point blank into her cervical opening. I was mesmerized!

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Knowing full well that the first few shots violently shot into Donna's vagina, I then watched as he withdrew and bolted several thick gelatinous, milky streams onto her stomach. As he continued straining and squeezing his cock, the jets of semen began to reduce to thick, dripping globs, which turned into him squeezing the last few lubricating drips onto her inner thigh. With the volume he put on her stomach and the force with which the semen shot from his cock, I couldn't imagine what the first few and most powerful jets must have felt like for her, point blank against her cervical opening. Of all the things to remember, I knew full well; even when Donna was pushing against him when he first tensed up, telling him to come inside her, she felt the first powerful thick jets of his seed explode inside her. It was unmistakable!

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After he was completely spent, looking as if he might pass out, he slowly withdrew and fell onto the floor at Donna's right side. I was so utterly worked up watching, I instantly threw my shorts off and maneuvered between Donna's legs. As I did, I immediately noticed a slight cloudy white stream of semen which had drained from her vagina down between her ass cheeks. The bottom of her vaginal opening was gaped about the circumference of a hotdog with a translucent drain of his semen running from her vagina to a small puddle touching her ass and the sofa cushion. I can never fully describe in words how mind blowing it is; I took my middle and index finger and very slightly spread her inner vagina. When I did, I began to see his semen slowly pool in the glistening space I had created inside her.

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Very soon after Dan realized I was going to fuck Donna, he went to the chair and began to get dressed, saying nothing. His friend who had been there the entire time had already made his way over to the edge of the sofa, having thought it might be his time to capitalize. He just knelt there holding his cock, and I knew for certain he thought this was his open invitation, but it wasn't. I was only thinking of positioning my cock and sliding the head of my cock inside her. As the head of my cock got to her vaginal opening, I effortlessly leaned in and the warmth of her semen-filled vagina took my breath away. In an instant I felt her warmth all the way to my scrotum. She was so filled with his semen I found myself completely inside her simply leaning down to kiss her. As I was completely engrossed watching my soaked cock very slowly and methodically going in and out of her pussy, Brian who had sat there quietly and witnessed the entire incident, slowly sat on the edge of the sofa arm.

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In only a couple of seconds, he slowly began touching Donna's breast. My mind was a twisted mess at this point, and I had enough erotic euphoria and semen built up to populate a new planet. Donna kept her face towards the wall as he cautiously and softly caressed her breasts. As I glanced from my cock to him caressing her breasts, I had to withdraw or I would have certainly come. As I watched for a few more seconds, an insistent devil on my shoulder caused me to reach out and peck his shoulder. As I did, I quietly mouthed and motioned with my hand, "Fuck her."

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Being yet another twenty-one year old young man, he rose from the sofa arm and was ready before I even got it out of my mouth. The tip of his cock was smeared with what had to be his excitement having watched the most vivid sex act of his life. The last thing I would ever want to do is take away from the actual account by sounding generically pornographic, but by my ignoring him from the onset, after having gotten between my wife's legs, I hadn't noticed his cock erect at this point. He was the young man I had pointed out earlier in the evening, one of the ones who lost their underwear on a losing hand; the same one who had the half-erect very healthy sized cock. It was painfully apparent by this time; he was at the very least an inch longer and perhaps an inch thicker than either me or the guy who had just fucked her. The more I slowly thrust and watched him touch her breasts, the more I talked myself into wanting to watch him fuck her.

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My fantasy then decided that I needed to see it. As I moved up alongside Donna, I didn't glance any longer; I fully looked at his cock. Without trying to bolster the events even in the slightest, he was as thick as Donna's forearm and perhaps eleven to twelve inches. I immediately waved for him to wait as I began kissing Donna, again having an internal struggle that was absolutely wearing me out. I knew full well she hadn't seen his cock other than when he was half limp at the card table during the game and she had no idea what was about to happen. I repeatedly asked myself if I really wanted her to feel the size of him, knowing that she would truly experience the feeling of a cock larger than the first. I began kissing her as I fucked her, and then I just withdrew. As I withdrew, I reached between her legs and began to finger her. As I did, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed in the most erotic sensual way I believe we ever had since her last bachelor party.

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After only ten seconds of this, I turned my head and began kissing her neck as I turned my head farther and removed my finger from her pussy. One last time, I thrust my finger inside Donna when she sighed and thrust her hips against my hand. I removed my finger from her pussy and immediately pointed to her crotch. After I did, this young man nodded at me, as I went back to kissing her and now feeling her breasts. Even with my head turned from him, I knew he quickly moved between her legs and was awkwardly positioning himself. He didn't enter her straight off like I thought he might. Instead, he began fingering her unlike the first young man. This went on for a few minutes, with Donna sometimes moaning and moving her hips. Just as I was contemplating turning and motioning for him to fuck her, both of Donna's hands moved and squeezed the side of my arms as her eyes popped wide open and her mouth flew open in a panicked gasp.

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He didn't slowly or gently try to enter whatsoever. He thrust with his body weight and she took his entire cock within a second. As I turned sharply, I saw his pubic hair smashed completely against her shaved mound. She immediately raised her ass off the sofa placing a hand to his chest. I fully knew then she was aware she was being fucked by the other guy in the room. The look on her face said volumes as he held his cock all the way inside her. At the same time though, I knew she hadn't seen or counted on what he was shoving inside her. As he finally began thrusting, she began slowly moving her hips in unison. A few times she pressed her hand to her stomach as if he was entering her too far. In hindsight, I realized that there was no way she would have had the same experience if he had fucked her first. The fact that Dan had shot some of his semen inside her, made it possible for Brian to fuck her brains out, short-lived as it was.

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Before I could even wrap my mind around the fact that he was stretching her pussy and entering depths she hadn't felt in some time, he shoved inside her and began jerking his entire body like having an epileptic seizure, when his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYEEEAAAHHHH... AAAAHHHH FFUUUCCKKKK."

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As he convulsed and shoved his cock as far as he possibly could inside her, she screamed and instantly took her hands from my forearms and placed them behind her knees, pulling her legs up and outward as far as she could spread them, as if trying to insure she could take his spurting cock as deeply as possible. After only a few seconds into his exploding inside her, it was obvious he couldn't and wouldn't pull out; with how she was spreading and screaming it wasn't humanly possible. As he jerked and held his thrust inside her, I noticed that Donna took her hands from behind her knees and grabbed the top of his thighs digging her fingernails into his skin. She spread her legs and forcefully pulled at his ass trying to get him as deep inside her as she possibly could. There will never be a sight as wild as that in my life, of that I'm sure.

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The sight of her beautiful tanned hands on his white ass, the sight of her wedding rings on his ass, watching as his cock unbelievably spread and delivered massive amounts of sperm into her pussy, her gorgeous tanned feet and red toenail polish pushing onto the sofa and pulling at the back of his thighs... No words could ever completely do it. It was almost like an out-of-body experience as I watched his scrotum smash against her semen greased pussy and ass, with his nuts clenched up into his sack. Since it was absolutely my doing, I just turned up the bottle of Jack, and in my mesmerized state, watched the half inch space between his ass and nuts pulse rhythmically as she violently spread and took his semen. By this time, I was somewhere between a nervous breakdown and one of the most sexually erotic experience of my life.

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As he completely finished, he began apologizing almost as if he had done something wrong saying, "Oh, shit, oh, fuck, I'm sorry."

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After coming back to reality, Donna and I were both caught off guard by it, as we both immediately said, "Relax, it's okay, it's okay."

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I immediately realized as did Donna that being a stellar student, probably never trying anything risky in his entire life, he probably thought he had just been part of what is so often covered in the media, a swinging sexual incident. We immediately began telling him it was okay, and that it simply happened.

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Donna kind of blew my mind when she began saying, "You're not in trouble. You are twenty-one and I am thirty-nine, we are consenting adults who just had intercourse, just relax. You came inside me because I let you."

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As soon as she said it, he recovered quickly from his panic and sat on the chair. I realize this will be considered shallow given what was going on at the time, but during this young man's consoling, I was drawn to my wife's pussy. As she leaned up on her right elbow, a load of his semen pushed out of her vagina, and as she rolled to her side, it smashed between her legs and ass, with most of it sliding down the back of her upper thigh. She very nonchalantly grabbed a throw pillow and scooted it between her legs to soak it up. As she continued speaking to him in a reassuring way, I could see occasionally, as she would move or scoot up more on her elbow, more of his of semen would push out and leak from her. There was a puddle of semen on the cushions that had leaked from her and she was completely oblivious to it.

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We continued this reassuring speech with him for a few minutes, when he began to put his shorts back on and regain his dignity by saying, "Thank you for having me here tonight. Donna and Scott, I don't know what to say other than, thank you. I'm going now, thank you, I'm sorry, yes, thanks, thank you. I'm sorry if I... thank you... Bye."

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Just as soon as he walked out the door, Donna looked at me and rolled her eyes as she fell to her back onto the sofa and said in a joking voice pressing her hands tightly to her eyes, "Oh, that was some wholesome family fun!" She then looked at me and very calmly asked, "It wasn't what you expected was it?" Before I could answer she continued, "It certainly wasn't what I expected tonight."

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I quickly replied, "Yes and no. I'm still taking it all in."

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"What about me?" she chuckled sarcastically. "When did our vacation become this fuck my wife thing? I thought this was going to be a relaxing vacation."

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She continued staring at me when she got a huge grin and said, "Geez, I really can't believe you really still enjoy that. What on earth makes a man want to see his wife being fucked by another man?"

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As she was asking it, I didn't have a definitive answer whatsoever, I only replied "No clue, I guess some do, and I just confirmed I'm one of them."

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She kind of shook her head smiling, rose up, grabbed her clothes, and told me she was taking a shower, that I need not think I was going to pursue the experience, explaining that she felt like my slut and wanted to simply shower and come to bed. Her face plainly said it all as she exited the bathroom, "I just got fucked by two guys, almost half my age, my husband wanted it."

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We were the first ones out there the next morning, having an odd moment of blissful peace as we smelled the ocean air, felt the slight breeze, and occasionally held hands in obscure chitchat. As the sun got to full force, and folks began emerging from their cottages, we began drinking somewhat. And when I say somewhat, we both decided that if what made us feel so much like shit, actually made us feel so much like shit, well then maybe the laws of the universe might dictate that that it might make us feel better if we partook of more.

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After several trips back to the room for drinks and to cool off, she said, "If I even suspect that they told their friends and I somehow get targeted as the easy wife slut, I'm up for a gangbang!"

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I blindly replied, and honestly having no idea how they would play it, "They'd be nuts to say a word considering what happened, and how it happened. They were both a little shook up and scared by the incident. I wouldn't worry about it."
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She simply replied, "We'll see, but I'm serious."

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At around 10:00 A.M., one of the guys emerged from the beach and walked over to the back deck. He immediately saw us and proceeded toward us. He began to scoot a lounge chair up beside us and, almost in a whisper, began saying, "I'm so sorry if things got carried away last night. I spoke to Dan and we'd like to keep this on the down low if possible. We've had time to think about it and it almost seemed like we were forcing ourselves on the situation, and that scared us a bit afterwards."

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I could see the relief melt onto Donna's face. I'm sure she thought they both would tell everyone they were there with, and actually so did I. She quickly said, "Don't worry about how things happened or what happened. It just happened. It's all okay, and I agree with keeping it quiet. It was very mature of you to tell us that though." She then hugged him and thanked him again.

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Later in the afternoon, the other fellow came telling us much the same thing. After hearing both say such welcome words, Donna finally began having a vacation attitude again. We all sat there drinking and talking up a storm for hours.

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At one point Donna said, "Hey we're going to clean up on some crab legs later at The Crab Shack, maybe you guys can tag along." Her attitude said it all; their stock went up one-hundred percent when she realized they actually hadn't mentioned a word to anyone about the previous night.

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They immediately replied, "Oh, hell yes, we've been there twice and it's worth the cash."

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As we continued sitting there baking in the sun and periodically jumping in the ocean, it was approaching 5:00 P.M. when Donna said, "Okay, I'm done with the sun. If we are going to do this, we have to get ready. Come back to the house at 6:30 P.M., and we'll all leave from there."

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I could still tell she was elated that they hadn't told a soul. They both emphatically thanked us for being so cool, and agreed instantly that they would be at the beach house at six-thirty sharp. After being in the house for a half hour or so, watching Donna prance around in a wrapped up towel after her quick shower, polishing her toenails on her simply gorgeous tanned cute feet, standing naked putting on her thong, along with her very teasing sun-dress, and unbelievably sexy, slip-on, five-inch heels, I became aroused more than anyone knows. Once during this time, she leaned over and picked up a bottle of polish she had dropped on her way back to the bathroom, and the beautiful crotch of her baby blue thong was exposed vividly, tightly pressed against her pussy. It was breathtaking.

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Funny thing though, she wasn't even close to ready by around 6:30 P.M. Knowing this could be a while, I began making us drinks. I purposely poured hers extremely strong thinking that if there was any shot whatsoever of having lightning strike twice this vacation, it would help loosen her up. Several times she made a horrid face when she took a drink, saying "What the hell did you make me? Is there any coke in here at all?" We had slowly drunk mixed drinks all day long, but the ones I was now making were damn near straight "Jack".

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The guys ended up calling my cell phone at ten minutes till, telling us they were running late because one of the guys they were with had car trouble and that they would be there no later than 7:00 P.M., apologizing and begging us to wait. We told them we would wait, but Donna insisted they needed to hurry since she was now ready. They finally knocked on the door a few minutes before promised and seemed out of breath as if they had run to the front door. Donna was in the bathroom when they arrived primping and such, but heard them come in.

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Both immediately saw me drinking my drink when they asked, "Do you think we could have one of those? Everyone we are here with has sponged and drunk everything we've bought."

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I told them to pour whatever they wanted. Donna at this point had disappeared once again into the bathroom, as she began taking off her fingernail and toenail polish. She was fanatical about matching polish. She told us several times, "Hang in there, I'll be quick."

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To me, I knew that meant ten minutes tops. They both were already feeling no pain, but I continued allowing them to partake of our alcohol, and they did, big time. At one point Dan mixed a drink and walked to the bathroom, and just reached his arm in the closed door, saying, "Here, polishing your toenails can be a stressful thing I've been told you might need a drink."

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They both giggled and then she said, "What a gentleman, now go."

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It was almost as if everyone, including these young men, was trying to forget the previous night had ever occurred, or at least pretending to. A couple of times Donna came out and grabbed another color of polish making a playful face at us as if to say, "Kiss my butt, I need my perfect color." Let me tell you, when she pranced out with her beautiful dress three-fourths up her beautifully tanned thighs, with it perfectly hugging her ass, everyone went silent. She was stunning. There was no shred of doubt in my mind that they were immeasurably turned on by her being the sexiest older woman they had ever met, but most assuredly they were more turned on by the fact that they had both fucked her less than twenty-four hours before.

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The ten minutes I suspected she would be tweaking her nail polish turned into more like forty minutes, especially now that she was talking to her mother on her cell phone. Donna, even while speaking to her mother, at one point said, "I'm out, bring me another."

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The two guys almost fought to see which one could take her another drink first, when one spilled half the one he was carrying just taking it to the bathroom, while the other spilled half his reaching it in the door. Donna finally came out after hanging up with her mother. I could tell she was as bubbly as ever and in a great mood as she said, "Oh, I see you hogs forgot about me again and decided to drink without me."

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They both again began making her a drink as she smiled at me with a wrinkled nose as if she had two slaves. One of the guys then began to say, "We should actually wait until about 9:00 P.M., because you are sitting elbow to elbow with people before then. You'll have to wait for a half hour to get a refill on the crab plate."

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Donna got a bummed look as she heard that and began saying, "We need to slow down on our drinking or we'll be crawling in that place." As she said it, she took a huge drink of her "Jack & Coke." We all began razzing her telling her to practice what she preached.

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Around 8:30 P.M., and after lots of playful banter back and forth about who was drinking too much, one of the young men said, "We better be careful or we might find ourselves in the same situation as last night."

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Donna was taking a huge gulp as he said it then looked straight at me replying, "You realize it could happen again; Scott?"

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I quickly began pouring myself another drink snidely replying, "Not until after we have some crab legs anyway."

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They both began whooping, "Oh, no, you are so in trrrr-oooub-llll... Oh, damn, dude; you're so in for it... Hey, we didn't say a thing about it, it was all Scott. We are being perfect gentlemen."

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At this point Donna gave a straight-faced grin and said, "Let's just go for crying out loud." We all began taking our last gulps when, as Donna passed by me for the door, I grabbed her and slowly spun her towards me holding her ass, and began kissing her. She returned the kiss for a few seconds and then broke it off saying, "Ok, let's go already."

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I once again pulled her to me and began kissing her while Dan walked past us and got the door. In a giggling pulling motion, she began backing towards the door murmuring as we kissed, "Let's go already..."

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To my amazement, and I'm sure Donna's as well, Dan, as he held the door open leaning his back against it, reached and pulled up the back of her dress. I already had it halfway up her ass, as he slid his hand under the back of her thong. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him do it and immediately moved my hands to her hips. We stood there for a few seconds as he squeezed her ass cheek, when she said laughing, yet straight faced, "Are we fucking leaving yet?"

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We finally left the house, but I continued pulling at her and kissing her as we walked. She grinned as we walked as if to tell me, "It's going to happen again." As we did, Dan began playfully pulling up the back of her dress feeling her ass under her dress as we walked toward the car. Just before getting to the driveway, I pulled her into the edge of the car. Dan was with the two of us the entire time feeling her ass. As I did, she got a very somber look and said, "Scott, not now. I'm hungry." She then said plainly, "I'll think about it later."

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I then began grabbing the sides of her thong, and had slid them down to her knees in only seconds. She held to the top of them momentarily, but as Dan put his hand between her legs and began fingering her, she released them and whispered, "You've got to be kidding me... Here?"

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There we were in the poorly lit drive next to the beach house. It's amazing what one's mind records in a moment such as this. To me the fact that it was actually happening again, made where it was happening a distant second on the list of things. As Dan fingered her standing on her left side, I lifted her and sat her ass on the edge of the fender she was leaning against. As I did, I managed to lift her legs slightly and removed her thong altogether. Dan almost instinctively knew what I was doing and moved between her legs as he hurriedly pushed his shorts down.

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As he began kissing her and getting his shorts down low enough to free his cock, she murmured as they kissed, "Let's at least go to the house."

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Just as the last syllable left her lips, he positioned and thrust the head of his cock about an inch and a half inside her pussy. He stopped kissing her and leaned back for more leverage and began forcefully getting an inch deeper with every thrust. Only a few seconds into this, she pushed at his chest and hopped off the fender saying, "Am I the only one who has any sense here?"

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She then picked up her thong and briskly walked out of the drive past Brian, standing by the back door of the house watching in awe, and hung a right. We quickly followed into the porch. As she walked down the hall back towards the living room, she turned and asked very sarcastically, "Are you all coming, or should we do it out in the middle of the street? Would that be better?"

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After getting back to the bedroom, no one uttered a word; she simply grabbed the bottom of her sundress and lifted it over her head, and pulled Dan down on the bed as she fell to her back. Dan began removing his shorts in a panic as he kicked them off the foot of the bed. As they began to kiss, he went to position himself to enter her when I watched her reach between her legs and grab his cock. She placed him perfectly between her pussy lips and he thrust gently. As he gently thrust, Donna spread her legs in the wildest way I had ever seen. She grabbed her knees spreading and pulling them upwards as far as she could. The view of his cock entering her, watching his nuts get closer and closer to her ass, was a mind-altering experience. I think it was at this very moment that I fully realized how incredibly lucky I was. You have no idea how sexy your wife is until another man is fucking her. No matter how many times I have watched this, it's always incredible.

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The very sight of seeing your wife's pussy tightly wrapped around another man's cock, watching it become soaked with her vaginal juice, as he thrusts his entire length inside her, is beyond words. As they continued to fuck wildly, I poured myself a drink. My hand nervously trembled with excitement when I noticed Brian taking off his T-shirt and shorts. Now granted, she had already fucked them both, but having both of them on her at once was the perfect sight. Brian got to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor beside the bed, and began kissing Donna and feeling her breasts. I then sat in a chair diagonal from them and began taking my shorts off. I slowly began stroking my cock as I watched these two young men completely have her.

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After not more than thirty seconds into Brian kissing her and feeling her breasts, he rose up and leaned his cock toward her face. Donna instantly took hold of it with her right hand, pushing it away from her cheek. She continued to hold it, but kept her face looking straight at Dan as he hammered her pussy. As she held Brian's cock, she glanced at me for a second and gave a mouth wide open yelping gasp and a half smile. She knew full well I was in erotic bliss as I stroked my cock. She then slowly turned her face to Brian's cock as she gasped and her body violently jolted. She began to gently put her lips over the head of his cock, just holding it in her mouth. As she did, Dan slammed a forceful thrust inside her pussy. She instantly threw her mouth wide open in a gasp. While her mouth was open gasping, I plainly saw streams of his pre-come stretched between her lips with a clear sticky stream connected from the corner of her mouth to the head of his cock.

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As she turned back and put her lips over the head of Brian's cock, he began slowly thrusting inside her mouth. She was exhaling and moaning through her nose in the most erotic way imaginable. After a few minutes of this, Dan began straining in that very familiar way I had seen before. As he slammed violently the last few times, he crushed his entire body weight against her as he began flexing his ass and moaning like he had lost his mind. Donna instantly removed Brian's cock from her mouth continuing to hold it and arched her head back into the mattress. As I mentioned before, Dan was the young man who had the unusually thick cock, and he was making it count as he shot his semen as deeply as he could inside her vagina. As he flexed his ass and raised his body, his cock wildly stretched Donna's pussy. Every time he would flex his ass and give a jerking thrust, his nuts would draw high up in his scrotum.

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I was mesmerized as I watched. Donna's entire crotch was greased with a cocktail of both their sexual fluids. Around ten seconds into his explosive insemination, I noticed a film of semen accumulating at the bottom of her stretched pussy. As it built up, I began to notice it sticking between his nuts and her pussy. There's no porn or sexual material on earth that would compare to what I was seeing. After a couple of minutes of what seemed like he was trying to squeeze that last swimming sperm in his cock directly into her uterus, he slowly caught his breath and watched his cock as he slowly withdrew it from her pussy. When the head of his cock finally exited, Donna's pussy quickly drew back together as a plug of his semen leaked from her and slowly drained down the middle of her ass. As he walked towards the bathroom, I walked over and stuck index and middle fingers into her pussy and pressed down and slightly spread my fingers. As I did, the sight of the thick semen pool inside her was intoxicating.

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As I pulled my fingers from her, I leaned in and effortlessly slid the entire length of my cock inside her. The sounds and the feeling of how soaked she was blew my mind. My pubic hair and nuts were a sloppy mess within seconds. As I slowly fucked her and watched Brian methodically thrust his cock in Donna's mouth, I knew I couldn't last long. As I continued slowly thrusting and pressing with all my strength against her, Brian let out an "AAAHHHH FFFUCK, AAAAHHHH FFFFUCK, OOOHHHH MYYY GODDD."

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I stopped thrusting completely as I watched. He was freakishly rigid as I watched his cock move and pulse inside Donna's mouth. I was almost in an out-of-body experience as I watched him shoot his semen into her mouth. He jerked his body as he arched his back and moaned like wild. I could see Donna holding the back of his cock to keep him from thrusting it in too far. I thought at any second she would either gag or spit it onto the sheet. He stayed bone crushingly tense like this for at least a minute, when he began panting in almost a sense of relief. I closely watched Donna in utter wonderment as to what she would do with the semen. He had been shooting it in her mouth for at least a minute and she was just holding it in her mouth as he ejaculated. When he was without a doubt completely finished, he at a snail's pace slowly jerked and gasped as he began to withdraw from her mouth.

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As he did, Donna's lips slid down and closed at the tip of his cock, and I watched as a thin thread of his semen stuck to her lips. She then wrinkled her face, almost as if taking a shot of 190 proof liquor, and swallowed. As she swallowed, a small leak of semen oozed from the corner of her mouth. She immediately gasped and dropped her head to the mattress. The scent of semen she exhaled towards me was something I'll never forget. After witnessing this scene, I must have only thrust four or five times, when the pent up testosterone in me surged to my entire midsection. I thought the head of my cock would blast apart as it exploded a bolting jet of seed into the deepest realm of her vaginal canal. It was bar none the strongest ejaculation I have had lately. I pushed her knees up to her shoulders as if trying to get my sperm deeper than the billions of sperm already coursing inside her.

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I think I would have stayed ultimately thrust inside her for a half hour, but after several minutes, she said in a whispering giggle, "My God, Scott, I can't believe what this weekend has done for us." She knew I just had the most intense orgasm of my life.

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After she said it, I slowly withdrew and watched my semen mixed with Dan's leak from her pussy. I didn't get to enjoy that part for long though. After twenty seconds of catching her breath, she grabbed the sheet and wiped her crotch. After she composed herself, we all sat around talking about any subject other than what had just happened. There was no doubt we were all in utter shock, and trying to come to grips with it. I know for a fact that my mouth was small talking and engaging in conversation, but the recent images of what had taken place were burned into my mind, and I was so undeniably and erotically still worked up over it. It was reminiscent of the first time ever having a threesome, only much more powerful. After about an hour of chitchatting, we once again found ourselves in an entangled sexual encounter, taking turns with Donna. We all three fucked her pussy and her mouth until around 6:00 A.M. At that point we all nearly passed out from exhaustion and sexual overload.

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We all slept until around 2:00 P.M. and, after we all awoke, fucking Donna was at anyone's whim. There was no more coaxing the moment whatsoever. We didn't leave the room for the last few days of our vacation. It was nothing for me to walk to the bathroom, and upon my return see one of the young men behind Donna slamming his cock inside her. She was fucked in the bedroom, shower, bathroom, living room, back deck, hallways, and kitchen. The last couple of days, we all stayed in a sexually intrinsic mindset, becoming sexual recluses as we stayed in the beach house, only leaving a few times. We ordered out, didn't answer the door for the weekly maid service; we just stayed in the house having sex with her. By this time Donna knew, as did I, that every one of their friends knew what was going on. That was perfectly fine by me, Dan, and Brian. I was in absolute wonderment with how Donna became so into being fucked again. It became very obvious that she loved me watching her repeatedly fuck, and a rekindling of our love for swinging.
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You would think at some point one of us would have gotten tired of our sexual re-awakening experience, but we didn't, not even close as I saw it. We slept, we ate when we were hungry, we watched TV, etc., but we mostly fucked my wife Donna in every way imaginable. It's hard to describe how one minute we were watching TV with one of the young men lying behind her on the couch and right out of the blue he would nonchalantly shove his cock into her wet pussy. It became such a non-issue after a while. In fact, several times as I watched them keep their cock inside her after they delivered their load into her pussy, they would just continue lying there watching TV or continuing a conversation like it was the most natural thing in the world. I always glanced as I watched their cock slowly deflate. I became so insanely turned on as their cock would slowly slide out of her. It was almost like a fat greased and slimy slug very slowly exiting her vagina.

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It was surreal watching their semen leak from her pussy with the head of their soaked cocks still semen greased and resting at the entrance of her pussy lips. At one point Donna said she was tired of everyone having an orgasm and bringing her close when suddenly it was over.

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Knowing, almost as if reading her mind I replied, "Why don't you use your toy?"

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She acted shy about it, saying "Oh, my God, not in front of you guys." She immediately replied, "Listen, women are far different from men in that respect. Men can have an orgasm almost on command; women have to have a bit more stimulation and not just any stimulation. It has to be damn near in the perfect spot for the right amount of time. We got cheated."

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They both chuckled and hung on her every word. After Donna saved their confidence, she scooted further up on the bed. I sat on the loveseat at the foot of the bed. Dan was lying on his right side with just a T-shirt on and Brian on his left with nothing on. Donna sat at the foot of the bed between them turned to her right side as she spoke to them. Donna looked at me several times in the beginning as she began placing her toy at her clitoris, but as she always did, she began biting her bottom lip in intense concentration. I slowly began stroking my half limp cock as I watched. Dan continued stroking his too, but being twenty-one was hard three seconds after she started. The reason I thought she wouldn't go through with it is because I didn't think they could keep their cool long enough for her to even get close. Amazingly though, they stayed with their backs to her. She began moaning and really getting into it as if we were at home.

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After at least five minutes, she began raising her hips and thrusting it inside her and quickly bringing it back out, slamming her legs together, and holding it to her clit. This went on for about three more minutes when Dan rolled to his back. By this time Donna was in a focused trance and didn't even care that he was looking. I could tell that it was the most mind-blowing experience of his life as he watched her clench her legs and quake as the stimulation sent sexual electricity through her body. Not more than a minute of his rolling onto his back, he continued stroking with his left hand and placed his right hand on her inner thigh. She instantly turned her head when they began a wild erotic episode of kissing. He quickly leaned up on his right elbow and began kissing her neck and breasts. She was so close to gushing; I knew he was going to absolutely blow it. However after less than a minute of him kissing her neck and breasts, she frantically threw the toy to the foot of the bed and pulled at his side.

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Within three seconds he rolled between her legs and she began positioning him inside her as she arched her back. He violently slammed inside her as his scrotum smacked against her ass. She instantly let out a scream unlike anything I had ever heard. Brian rolled off the other side of the bed and jumped up, practically falling to the other bed. Donna was in a state I hadn't seen in a while. She had her hands on Dan's ass, and was spread eagle with her knees bent up almost to his arm pits. His pelvis was slapping so forcefully against her beautiful ass. Every third or fourth thrust they would grind with him fully inside her. It was breathtaking watching his thick cock stretch her pussy as they squished their genitals together, between the greased mess between her thighs and crotch.

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After about a minute into this, she tightly held one of his thrusts, digging her fingernails into his ass cheeks, she began moving her ass and hips in the most animalistic way imaginable. As she did, she began moaning in a way that freaked me out completely uttering, "DON"T MOVE... AAAHHHH GGODD... DON"T MOVE... AAHHHOOOHH MY GGODDD."

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At the end of her last forceful moan, I watched the space between her ass and pussy began a sort of pulse. They both remained absolutely still for at least ten seconds as she entered a backbreaking orgasm. There was no way to count, but it seemed like after perhaps the fourth or fifth time her vagina constricted in orgasm, vaginal liquid began seeping from her and running down her ass. With her ass slightly off the bed, it ran down to the back of her ass and to the sheet. As it did, it would drain in a small stream off the middle of her ass cheeks close to perhaps her tailbone, and then quickly drip, instantly it would run more, and then quickly drip again in perhaps a one second rhythmic pulse.

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After ten seconds or so of her orgasm, she began moving her ass and he began moving his cock inside wildly, but with almost no thrust. He kept doing this for about twenty more seconds when he ground out several forceful hip movements and practically yelled, "AAAAHHHHH YEEEAAAAA, AAAHHH FFFUUUCKK YEAHHH."

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They slowly ground their genitals together in this sticky seminal and vaginal cocktail, as he flooded her with his seed. If I had even touched my cock at this point, I would have made a colossal mess. I just watched in awe. They remained in this sexual trance-like state, clenched together as if trying to insure she was fully filled. A while after he completely stopped shooting his come in her, he finally began to remove his cock.

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Donna quickly grabbed his ass and said, "No please, just lie on me for a second!" Although she was at the end of her quaking orgasm, she was still extremely sensitive, and wanted to keep him inside her until it was ultimately over.

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Several minutes later, and after they began finally talking, he slowly leaned to his left and his half limp cock exited her. As she remained slightly gaped open, his thick load slowly built at the bottom of her vagina and drained down her ass. She lay there for about a minute with her feet up and knees bent rubbing her hands over her eyes, when Brian began to move over to the bed. In an instant he was buried to the hilt and she fucked him too. Dan and Brian both began saying they needed to go get a change of clothes, but would be back. Donna just kind of waved as if exhausted beyond belief. She just collapsed onto her back, and pulled the bedspread over her saying, "I absolutely have to take a nap. Can you please keep them outside for a couple of hours, or lock the door so I can sleep?"

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To my relief, as I too by this time was tired but not exhausted, found that the beach area was practically deserted. Dan and Brian came by about ten minutes later, but shouted to me that they were going to grab a bite, asking me if we wanted anything. I told them no as they waved and said they would be back. I don't really know how long I lay there before falling asleep in the lounge chair, perhaps ten minutes, but began hearing Donna speaking in a low tone. The cottage's sliding glass door to the deck from the bedroom was very hard to completely close, so if in a hurry or if just lazy like I had been at the time, it usually remained open about an inch or two. I wasn't sure if she was talking in her sleep or what, but rose from my chair and walked to the crack in the door. As soon as I put my face up to it, I saw one of Dan and Brian's friends lying beside Donna on his left side with his back facing me.

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From all that had taken place over the last couple of days, I was what you might call addicted, so I was always ready to watch her fuck. However, this time I thought I might watch and not let her know I was watching. It was almost a heightened turn on knowing she didn't know anyone was watching. Donna had her legs pressed together and he was practically leaning against her knees begging her to let him play with her. I could tell instantly that Donna was way more in the sleep mood than the fool around mood, and this would be the first time I hadn't been right there, which I'm sure to her made it a different thing altogether. There's a fine line between fucking with your husband watching and loving it, and fucking someone without him knowing. She continued insisting that he needed to leave and he kept pulling his swimming trunks down. After a few more seconds, his swimming trunks were down to his ankles, as Donna continued holding his hands from getting to her crotch. It was very benign in that I knew she was okay, and completely in control.

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Just as soon as I thought he had given up, he rather forcefully began pushing Donna's legs apart, as she sternly began saying, "I told you this isn't happening, so you can stop."

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As she was saying it, he forcefully spread her legs almost as if not playing any more, and leaned on top of her. In a millisecond, I saw him position and shove himself against her. I came from around the door and just before entering the room, Donna let out a moan and went completely spread eagle. He was thrusting and slapping his body into hers and, as he was frantically fucking her, I kept noticing Donna look towards the sliding glass door leading to the deck that she knew I had originally left.

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As he fucked her insanely, she began gasping, "Hurry and cum inside me!" I knew she was frantically trying to get him to ejaculate quickly, not wanting me to walk through the door she continued glancing at. After thirty seconds or so, she began pulling at his ass and moving her ass in unison with his, repeating, "I want you to come in me, come in me, OOHHH FUCK YES, come in me."

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This must have triggered what Donna was trying to get him to do, because within ten seconds, he slammed into her and began to ejaculate deep inside her. He strained and shot every drop of sperm he possibly could for around half a minute, when Donna immediately said, "Okay, you're done, now go."

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I guess after he came, finally coming to his senses, he began profusely apologizing thinking he completely overstepped his bounds, which he did in one way and didn't in another, if that makes any sense at all. I knew for a fact that she could have kicked him through the wall if necessary. I came so very intensely on the deck as I watched him flood her, more than the other times up to this point. In a new and bizarre way, it blew my mind more than if she had known, or if I had been sitting there with it completely planned. I never told her I watched it, but she later told me about it, but left out a great many details.

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Dan and Brian eventually came back and we all small talked for a while, relaxing and not doing much of anything. As the night progressed though, we all found ourselves between her legs and doing things married couples aren't at all supposed to do. I did notice that Dan by this time had become completely infatuated with Donna. I think he fell in love with her over the course of the unbelievable last few days. I began to notice that Donna was acting odd about it too, similar to the period after our first wife sharing experience many years ago. I had thought about it for a few hours off and on when I realized that I should announce that it was over. I figured I would say that it was a once in a lifetime experience for the young men, but it's over. I finally asked them to take off so Donna and I could have some time together, and they were very understanding about it.

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As they left, I looked at Donna as she was giving me a very concerned look not knowing what insane thing I was about drop on her now, and asked, "Why don't we stay for a couple more days, just us. No more insanity, just us. Let's go a few places and get out of here. Let's have some fun." Donna looked at me almost in a concerned manner. I knew she was about to drop a profound statement on me, and as it turns out I'm glad she did.

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Donna at this point finally brought me back to reality. It goes without saying; level headedness left me the night she took her bikini bottom off in front of several young men during that card game. As I stood there staring at her waiting for her to drop a profound statement on me, she leaned back against the wall and simply began staring at the ceiling, when after a few seconds she calmly said, "Scott... This has been one of the wildest experiences we have ever had, of that I'm sure. We'll probably never behave this fucking insane ever again because we're getting older. But know... it's always a possibility if the situation is right."

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She paused for a second or two when she stared right into my eyes and said, "Scott, when we were experimenting and I was indiscriminately being fucked God knows how many times now, it really was exciting and I've actually enjoyed most of it, trying to fulfill every fantasy you ever had, and maybe one or two of my own."

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Donna slept until almost 8:00 P.M. when Brian and Dan returned to party again. Unknown to me, but Donna had whispered to Tim, her forceful partner, to return with the others, because she had this gangbang fantasy. However, not only did her three lovers walk in the door, but they were followed by the two other guys from the first night, Mike and Steve. Well, if my wife wanted another gangbang, she was about to get it.

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She sat down on the sofa and began to massage her own breasts, rubbed the crotches of a couple of guys and kissed one of them. He touched her gently and she let out an audible moan. Several hands touched her and she closed her eyes with a big smile. The hands soon were fondling her breasts and thighs, and within a minute her top was off and the shorts followed quickly. She was fondling three or four guys and soon was jerking off several guys cocks. I really wanted to just watch so I stayed towards the side. Dan walked in and saw the scene. As soon as my wife saw him, she motioned for him to come to her. She didn't wait a second, she took his massive cock out and stroked it until he was semi hard and went down on him. The hands were all over her body, paying attention to her nipples and her pussy. She pushed Dan down onto the carpet and sucked his cock while she was in the doggy position. One of the guys took the rear driving position and I could see her eyes widen as he entered her very moist pussy.

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She had a cock in each hand as she was being fucked while sucking on Dan. He moved so that another guy could take his place as the five guys all found ways to stimulate my wife. She was in heaven as the guy continued to fuck her harder now. She had three guys in front of her and took turns stroking and sucking their cocks. I was enjoying this scene tremendously. She obviously enjoyed being the center of attention. The guy behind her let someone else take his spot while he rested. Someone else got in front of my wife and she stroked him with her hand and then used her mouth. She serviced the three guys in front and others waited for their turn in the driver's seat. I watched my lovely wife getting fucked by the five guys. At one point she stopped sucking and said she wanted to mount someone. In a microsecond someone was beneath her and the circle of guys closed in around her.

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It was very erotic to watch her being serviced by two guys and her giving head and hand jobs to two guys on each side of her. She was moaning and repeating how good it felt. She would occasionally let out a muffled scream with a cock down her throat. I couldn't see what the two guys were doing but it looked like they were taking turns fucking her pussy. One of the guys getting sucked was about to shoot his load and she gobbled his cock as he did. I decided I wanted to get a closer look and moved into one of the groups in front of her. On my knees to the side of her, I could see a load of jizm all over her ass and back. As the guy she was riding came in her pussy, she was sucking on my cock. She would suck each guy for a while and stroke two cocks with her hands. She wanted to take a break to catch her breath so we shifted places while the guy beneath her moved out of her way.

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She rolled over on her back and the guys spread her legs wide. Somebody started eating her while I watched and waited for her mouth. She was orgasming like crazy from the guy's tongue. The other guys were face fucking her; her screams being muffled by the cocks shoved in her mouth and down her throat. One guy shot his load as she deep throated his cock. A guy with a cock that looked like it was at least 10 inches long took the place of the guy eating her. He just slammed it right into her pussy and within three strokes she was screaming again as the guys continued to face fuck her mouth and throat. The guy with the big cock came hard after a while and the cum was flowing out her pussy now. Another guy took his place and started fucking her as he sat on his knees and by taking his cock out of her pussy, began rubbing and teasing her clit with the cum covered head. Another guy who had been face-fucking my wife came on her face and hair.

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Someone tossed in a towel and a guy wiped her eyes and face. The guy fucking her sped up and came deeply in her pussy. Donna said she needed a couple of minutes break and the guys went 'Ahhhh' in unison. My wife laughed and said she'd only be a minute and would be right back. I knew she would. She was really loving this! She had this almost starved look in her eyes - like she could not get enough and would do anything to get it. And that was exactly how she acted. When she returned, she began telling everyone that she would let them use her anyway they wanted, and that she wanted to be gang-fucked by everyone as many times as they could. She was their fuck toy and should be treated like one. She was really getting the guys worked up as she talked and played with some of their cocks. She said she wanted to feel two cocks in her pussy. The guys just went berserk. They grabbed her and pushed her into the doggie position again. She was back sucking cock and jerking cocks.

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Guys who had not fucked her yet were playing with her ass and rubbing their cocks against her, leaving cum marks all over her ass and hips. One guy had his cock in her pussy now and she was really starting to get off from the rough treatment she was getting. She was built for being fucked hard and long. And that's what she wanted. The guy fucking her was slamming her as hard as he could and she was screaming "Harder! Fuck me harder!" I knew she was going be an animal later on. The guy started cumming and he pulled out of her pussy and put his cock up against her ass and held it there as the cum started squirting into her ass. She loved it. She normally wasn't that fond of anal, but now she was up for anything. However, once a guy committed to anal, he had to drop out of the gangbang afterwards. As he rolled away spent, a guy hoisted one of her legs and another guy slid beneath her, his cock throbbing. She grabbed the cock by the shaft and jumped on the guy, literally. It sank all the way into her pussy. Another guy, with a very big cock, got behind her now.

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He was rubbing his cock against her already full pussy and was able to get the head of his cock into there. I knew I wanted to watch this and wanted her mouth on my cock, too. I told her so, as the guys pushed further in. She took my cock and rammed it down her throat, my balls against her lips. The two guys had gotten her pussy really spread and were now both fucking her. Her mouth was incredible on my cock. She was cumming now and I was letting her work my cock however she wanted. It felt so nasty and I loved watching the two guys fuck the hell out of her. My cock felt like it was going explode and I grabbed her hair and shoved her head down. She didn't care and I kept her head as far down on my cock as possible. I started cumming and she never even flinched as my jizm went straight down her throat. I thought I was going black out for a second but didn't. IT was that awesome! I rolled away and another guy took my place. I grabbed a beer from the kitchen and returned to the back bedroom. It was so crowded in there now I had to stand in the doorway. It was so damn awesome to watch this many guys doing whatever they wanted to my very horny wife. She was still getting fucked by both guys and they were jamming it in as hard as they could. She just let them do whatever they wanted. The guy in back started cumming and he did the same thing as the previous guy did, only he put the head of his Cock against her ass then jammed the head into her. He was cumming hard into her ass and this feeling set the other guy off. She had both dudes cumming in her at the same time! She was frantic with desire even after this kinda of fucking. Our housemate had gotten into position and I knew what he was going do. He saw me watching in the doorway and said something like "she's the horniest wife anybody has ever seen..." and he probably wasn't that far off either.
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Tim was just hammering away at her twat as she grabbed another guy's cock and started sucking him. She was still going strong and I knew she wasn't done yet. She was taking some deep breathes and screamed, "FUCK ME HARDER!!" several times. She was not going to want to stop even after a dozen guys! Tim was ready to cum and he was banging his 6-4, 240 lbs body into her pussy as hard as he could. He actually let out a yell and started cumming into her as she orgasmed a couple more times. They both collapsed into a heap, out of breath and exhausted.

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What a performance from my wife! Several guys complimented her as she lay there still breathing hard. If they had been ready, I know she would have started fucking them. My incredible wife had fucked at least every guy in the room once and many of the guys twice. There were at least a dozen guys in various stages of recovery after fucking my wife. Her entire body and hair were completely soaked with sweat and semen. Cum was still just pouring out her ass and pussy as she rested on the mattress which was also drenched. She finally got the energy to get up, kissed me then walked out of the bedroom, heading for the shower. Five guys lay in her wake, completely done in by just one woman. It looked like a damn hurricane had blown thru the room.

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Donna then said she was going to take a much needed shower and off she went. Not more than a few minutes after emerging from the shower, she began packing our things and, within thirty minutes, we were in our car driving home. She was utterly exhausted as she curled up in the passenger seat, half naked, and fell fast asleep, wearing only her sundress. I pulled her tits out and hiked her dress to expose her shaved pussy. We had to place a beach towel under her to soak up a week's worth of cum. She slept for six hours straight barely moving at all while I played with her tits or fingered her still cum oozing pussy, much to the delight of many truckers along Interstate 8. I too was flat smoked and barely able to keep my eyes open as I drove, but I continued, thinking that if I just got us back home, we would somehow be back to normal. It took six hours getting back home, but after consuming what I'm sure equaled a gallon of coffee, we made it.

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I thought it might be weeks before she and I made love again after how many times she had intimate intercourse with me and the young men we had met, but a few hours after arriving at our home, we both rubbed up against one another as we passed in the hallway, and instantly began violently grabbing and tearing at one another taking our clothes off. We just dropped right in the hallway and had the wildest animalistic sex we had ever had in our home. I'm sure some have skydived, bungee-jumped, driven a Porsche 200 mph, or even flown on the space shuttle, but they never experienced what Donna and I did during this year's vacation. I can't tell you how many times we've discussed that vacation since. Funny thing is though; we've never got more than a few minutes into the conversation before we both wildly begin sexually attacking one another.

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We discussed trying it again next vacation, but every time we get worked up we find ourselves fucking. Yes, we always talk the good talk, but who am I kidding? The power of that experience will never leave our minds, and inevitably the tumblers will someday fall into place again... and I'm certain neither of us will be strong enough to fight it, no matter how old we get.

Scott