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

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit, really?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please no. Anything but that!"

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

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

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

"Nope."

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

"Why'd she do that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was Billy doing all this time?"

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

Ronnie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think being gangbanged will do that?"

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

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

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

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

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

Billy

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

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

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

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

Doug

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

"How do you know?"

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

"How in the world would I know?"

"What have you fantasized?"

"Nothing."

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

"I'm too embarrassed to say."

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

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

"Give it up."

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

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

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

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

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

Ronnie

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that before or after you fucked him?"

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

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

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

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

They talked and talked. By the time they finished the second bottle Jill had brought her up to date. Covering her motivations, scripts and sexual responses she left nothing out. She spent a lot of time discussing Billy's arguments before the first gangbang and his reaction to it afterward, and how their marriage was almost torn by it. Ronnie excused herself to use the bathroom at that point, but not before asking Jill to get Joe. Jill used the opportunity to use another bathroom. Returning through the family room with more wine she motioned Joe to follow. When they got to the den Ronnie was seated, waiting for them.
After Jill closed the door Joe asked Ronnie what she wanted. She got up, approached and slapped him hard hissing through her teeth, "You bastard, you filthy, rutting bastard! Is that all any of you ever want? Did you ever consider what my finding out about it might do to our marriage? The kids and I should walk out the door and let you get your sex in gangbangs."

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

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

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

Bits and Pieces

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who's Angie?"

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

"I thought she was from out of town."

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

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

"How does this look?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Bang

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

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

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

"Hi, guys!"

"Holy shit! Is that you, Ronnie?"

"Oh, my God!

"No way!" And on, and on.

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

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

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

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

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

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