Teen Bride Charna Dates My Best Friend
This is the fourth part in the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. The first part, "Teen Charna, My Bride to Be" described how we met in an adult bookstore. The second part, "Teen Bride Charna's Honeymoon Adventures" described the beginning of the exhibitionism and the public sex that escalated in the third part, "Teen Bride Charna Discovers My Best Man is THE Best Man." This part describes how the best man at our wedding and my best friend was able to provide extramarital sexual excitement to my beautiful young wife on a regular basis. His boldness in public situations was extremely arousing to Charna, and her submissive nature caused her to throb when Dick shared her with my work colleagues.
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Charna had pictures and I had an audiocassette documenting her first adultery. She had discovered that the best man at our wedding fucked her better than anyone else ever had, including me. I was thrilled that the cock she had found belonged to my best friend, and I knew both she and Dick wanted to continue their affair (if it can be called an affair if a wife is fucked by another man with her husband's full consent). I had already told Charna that Dick could use her cunt whenever he wanted, and she relayed that information to Dick.
Until we left Denver, Dick would call Charna about once a month during the day when I was at work. He would describe his plans and tell her how he wanted to use her cunt. He would then instruct her to ask me for permission. I never knew he had called until I was fucking her. Dick's first request she relayed by saying, "Dick wants to use my cunt...ooohhh god honey I love how he fucks it...ooohhh god ooohhh that's it fuck my nasty cunt oohh fuck me...oohh my god he wants to let Don fuck me honey...oohh I don't know if I can ooohhh damn...oohh do you think it will fit in me?...Dick wants to let ...ooohh honey your cock is so hard...Dick wants to let Don fuck me with his huge black cock ... ooohhh god are you going to let Don fuck me?"
Since the mental image of Don's huge cock fucking my young bride's cunt pushed me past the point of control, as soon as I returned to reality I gave my enthusiastic approval. I made her call Dick to relay my permission and to set up a time. Although her conversation was brief, when I spoke to her about what Dick had asked her when she had answered yes, she confessed that he had asked if I was fucking her right then. I told her that the next time she gave him my approval, she would have to let him hear us fucking the way I had heard them fucking.
As Saturday approached, I thought about how to make the phone a more exciting tool than it had already been. I did two things. First, I bought two speakerphones. One was going on our headboard, and the second I gave to Charna to give to Dick. Secondly, I had Charna call Dick to try the speakerphone while I was fucking her. I made her talk to Dick about all the things he wanted he and Don to do to her, and then I made her request that they call on the speakerphone from Don's house when Don was close to slipping his huge cock into my wife's cunt.
Saturday about 10 PM the phone rang. "Honey, we are...ooohhh god we are at Don's house...ooohhh god honey we are all naked...ooohh damn they are both hunks...ooohhh damn I'm sopping...I'm on his couch...ooohhh god oooohh honey Don is finger fucking me...ooohh god his finger is almost as long as a cock...oooohhh god it feels soooo good... he's got two fingers in my cunt." My cock began a meteoric rise to complete hardness. My fantasy picture began to form.
"It sounds like you're in a well." I wasn't used to speakerphones.
"That's the speakerphone you gave Dick. We can all talk while our hands are free." Ahh. Another major advantage of speakerphones.
"Great. Hi Don. Hi Dick." They responded in unison. This was the foremost advantage. Everybody could hear everybody.
"Charna, what are...uunnngg aahh shit...where are your hands?" I wanted to complete my image.
"I'm stroking him...ooohhh god ooohh damn honey I love this...oohhh god Don keep doing that ooohhh pinch my nipple... he's so damn huge honey ooohhh god and his cock is sooo hard...I've got both of my hands on his cock...oohh Don honey your cock is beautiful... ooohh that's it finger fuck me...honey your wife loves being naked with Don's cock." Interesting. Naked with his cock. I could tell what part of Don was of interest to my wife.
"What's Dick doing?"
"He's taking pictures...ooohh god honey don't worry...oohh god you are so nasty...I told him you wanted my wedding ring...ooohhh god oohh Don oohhh don't stop...my ring in the pictures if I'm touching their cocks." Image complete. Cock throbbing.
"Did you tell him...uuunnngg damn this is great...about making it obvious they weren't married."
"Dick said he was going to take...oohhh god honey everybody will see single guys fucking a wife...ooohh god honey I love you... she's letting guys she isn't married to fuck her...mmmm I'm the wife...oohhh Don your cock is so huge...oohh faster ooohhh that's it rub my clit...honey are you touching yourself" I guess she was trying to form her own mental picture.
"I'm trying to hold back. My cock is...uunngg god it's twitching...if I touch it I'll come." I didn't want to come until Don was inside her.
"Hold off honey...ooohhh god I love your cock throbbing like that...don't come yet." I was such exquisite torture. I loved it exactly as it was as well, but I knew any little thing could set it off.
"Dick, can you...uunnngg shit... take those pictures now." Charna had already informed Dick about the type of photos I wanted.
"Yes, we'll do it now. Do you want me to tell you what I'm photographing?" I knew he would be good at it, but I wanted Charna to tell me.
"No. Unless Charna has her mouth full, I would rather have her tell me." I was so much in love with her sex talk.
I did hear Dick giving directions. "Don, you sit back on the couch. OK, now Charna you sit on him and kind of lay back on him so I can see everything. Good. Charna, you tell Kirk what's happening now." I already had an image, but when I can match her audio input with my image, it multiplies my arousal.
"Honey I'm laying...oohh god I'm so exposed...I'm on Don. He's sitting on the couch and I'm laying back on him...ooohhh god oohh my legs are sooo spread...honey he's feeling my nipples." Charna was so much better at this than Dick would have been.
"Charna, put your hands next to Don's while he feels your tits. I need to see all 20 fingers in this picture." Uuuunngg shit. It was what I had requested.
"Ooohh god this is soo horny...ooohh Don that feels so good...oohh god pinch my nipples...oohhh harder oohh that's it...honey they don't have any rings and it's only my wedding ring...mmmm god now he is touching my twat...ooohhh god he's touching my clit...oohh god ooohh that feels soo good Don."
"Get all your fingers down by your pussy. That's it. Don't put your finger in yet Don." I knew there was no way I could really hear the shutter, but I could almost swear I did.
"Ooohhhh god this is so hot...oohhh god honey Don's finger fucking me again...oohhh god honey ooohh god." Don must slipped his fingers back in her cunt and begun to finger fuck her very hard.
"Hold your ring finger up for the camera. Pretend like you are showing your wedding ring to a friend for the first time." Hot, hot, hot. She was holding up her wedding ring while she was being finger fucked
"Oohh god honey that's so sexy...oohh god I'm so wet...ooohh god ooohh he let his cock...ooohhh god look at it...oohh it's sticking up between my legs." It had to be resting against her cunt. I knew we were getting close.
"Stroke it Charna. I want to make sure all your fingers are in the picture and your ring finger is on his cock. Yes, that's beautiful. Your hand is so light in comparison to Don's black cock." Dick and Charna were a great team. It was almost like I was there watching it.
"Ooohh god what a great cock...honey my ring finger is in the picture while I stroke him...oohh god honey oohhh."
"Hey Kirk, I think they are both ready. Is it ok for Don to fuck your wife now?"
"I can't wait...uunngg damn...Don, try to get that huge cock inside her cunt. Don't hurt my beautiful wife. Talk to me Charna." Nobody was sure it would fit. We all knew she had never had one that big try.
"Oohhh god ooohhh god Kirk Don's rubbing the head of his cock on my clit...I'm so wet. Oohh he's starting it in ...oohhh I don't know if it will fit...Don it's too big... oohh honey he'll never get it in...god it's sooo big... oohh god Don you are stretching my cunt...noooo god nooo it won't go any further." I almost told everybody to stop and bring the love of my life home, but I held my tongue for just a while.
"Noo god oohh Don stop for a while...oohh god let me get used to you...it's huge...oohhh honey he's only in about halfway...I'll never be able to fit that monster in me...short strokes...oohh god ...I can feel it going deeper...I've never been so full."
"Don, you go very slow with her. If she can't take you, let her give you another blow job." I planned on fucking that cunt for the rest of my life and I didn't want it damaged.
"She'll be just fine, man. She just has to get used to it."
"Don honey ooohh god that feels soo good...ooohhh god you are soo deep...are you all the way in?...oohhh god you are...oohhh honey I'm stuffed... his cock is all the way in my cunt...oohh Don I love how you fuck me...oohhh god fuck me fuck me...mmmm I love his cock honey ...oohh god nobody has ever been so far up my cunt Kirk...oohh Don's fucking your bride...oohhh god ooohhh god oohhh honey ooohh god I'm coming ooohh god ooh god oooohhh keep stroking ooohhh god ooohh Don honey ooohhh I love your cock ooohhh god I love your cock in my oohh god in my cunt." I'd say she got used to it real fast once Don got all the way in.
"I'm coming too...uunnngg damn I can't wait to see these pictures...uunngg shit." I love to come when my wife does, even if she is being fucked by another man and I am alone.
"That's it honey...oohhh god come with me...oohhh god I love getting fucked."
I wasn't sure if the last comment was directed toward me or toward Don. I guess it could have been for both of us. I hung up so she could have as much fun as possible until she got home.
Dick "made" her fuck both of them that night. Since both Dick and Don are photographers, Charna brought another set of photographs home in her purse. These showed Don fucking her while Dick photographed the action, and then Dick fucking her while Don was the photographer. They both had huge cocks and the pure ecstasy in Charna's face is obvious in every photograph.
And of course, these pictures got passed around my office too. Naturally, when the word (and picture proof) got around my office that both Dick and Don had fucked my wife, it became a sort of free-for-all when talking about what a slut she was. I would always tell Charna who had said what about her while I fucked her and she loved hearing it in the actual raw language they used. The nastier it was, the more excited she got. Several of my colleagues kept asking me if they could fuck her too. Finally, I just started telling them to ask Dick.
This eventually led to another six guys from my office getting to fuck my beautiful bride. I don't know if they bribed Dick to let them or what, but after she had been on a date with Dick she always came home after being fucked by both Dick and another one of my office mates. Dick photographed it each time she was fucked, whether by a new guy or by a guy whose cock she had already ridden, and you can't fathom the depth of my gratitude. Our photography collection continued to grow, and one of my favorite pastimes was to document and decorate the albums after she had confessed her feelings and related the full story about when the photographs were being taken.
Dick always told Charna to ask me if it was ok to use her cunt the way he had planned. I never talked to Dick about Charna and he never talked to me about her. He would tell her how he wanted to use her cunt and tell her to ask my permission. If it wasn't acceptable, whether for scheduling conflicts or her period or behaviors I considered dangerous or not enjoyable for Charna, I would tell her to tell him no. At the time she had no interest in being fucked in the ass. She has also permanently avoided pissing games, pain games and some of the other odd sexual games people play. If she wanted to play them, I wouldn't have stopped her; but she has explicitly stated these games were a total turn off, so I protect her from those guys who want to play them. I still believe that one of my fundamental responsibilities as a husband is to protect my wife, and I have always taken that job very seriously.
As our unique triangular relationship evolved, all three of us found our indirect communication system to be a special brand of eroticism that stimulated each of us for different reasons. Charna was the messenger relaying requests and approvals or denials between Dick and I. She never asked Dick to use her cunt in any particular way, and she never asked me to approve or deny any of Dick's requests to use her cunt. Dick made the requests, and he was extremely original and thoughtful in all of his proposed scenarios. He liked to go to interesting places to see interesting people and to do interesting things, and Charna fell in love with his bold sense of adventure. I was the protector and final word on any requests. I know Charna, and I made my decision based on two considerations. First, would she enjoy it? Second, would she be safe? I never asked for any input on the decision, but I will have to admit that I was not always at my objective best when I made it. I was always fucking Charna when she relayed his request to me, and I admit that my decisions were often influenced by the strong sensations I was feeling in my cock.
Dick uses language as foreplay, and he always found it arousing to verbally excite his girlfriends by descriptions and directives. There is always an air of dominance when Dick is with one of his girlfriends. The telephone is his non-contact way of whispering stimulating comments in his girls' ears. Of all his girlfriends, Charna's response was the most intense. He enjoyed making girls stretch their self-imposed sexual limits; and none of them responded like Charna. He would sometimes talk to her for an hour, and he was the king of obscene phone calls. She vibrated with arousal, and this enabled him to talk freely about any fantasy. He has a great imagination and a wonderfully dirty mind, and Charna is his perfect soul mate. He knew that he could say anything at all to her, and he could talk about doing anything to her that his dirty mind could imagine. She resonated with excitement when he talked dirty, and he couldn't say anything too dirty for Charna. He liked being able to go out with her alone, and when he talked to her about using her cunt he would always state he was asking her out on a date. Direct eye-to-eye-contact conversation between Dick and I about what he wanted to do with my wife's cunt wouldn't have ever been comfortable for either of us. Our method was best for Dick because he got to say anything he wanted to a beautiful and wonderfully responsive girl without having to speak to her husband (or dad or boyfriend, etc.) or to worry about whether she wanted to marry him. He not only enjoyed using my wife sexually; he enjoyed using her as the communications conduit between us.
I was tremendously aroused each time Charna relayed Dick's request for permission to use her cunt. All three of us said it in that way—use her cunt. As I fucked her, she would tell me in detail what his plans were for her cunt on their date. It enabled me to still have final control, and there were requests I vetoed. Dick always observed any limits I placed on her, and except for the first night at Don's when she had given him a blowjob, he never assumed anything I hadn't given permission for was acceptable. I knew exactly who was going to use her cunt and how they were going to use it each time she went on a date with him. The anticipation was electric, and I was always fully charged when I fucked Charna in the few days leading up to her nights with him. So was she. I appreciated the respect Dick showed by asking my permission, and the respect he showed by abiding by my decisions. By making Charna tell me what he had done to her and then making her ask if it was permissible to use her cunt in new ways, I found a verbal arousal button in my brain that was extremely powerful. He knew I liked hearing Charna relate her sexual adventures to me, and he knew I was grateful to him for instigating the adventures. It excited me in a purely masculine manner to think my wife's cunt belonged to me, and that I could give permission to anybody to use my wife in any manner I desired.
Dick and I both found the indirect communication to be arousing, but Charna absolutely wallowed in it. She was both the messenger and the subject of all the communications; but the aspect that thrilled her most was that she wasn't asked for any input about the decisions, and the decisions were only concerned with her body. Her cunt was the object we discussed—who could use it, when they could use it, how often they could use it, where they could use it, etc. but she was not asked for any input. If Dick and I decided some new guy could fuck her, it was decided: he fucked her.
An almost immediate improvement to our communications system was that Charna would call Dick with my decision while I was still fucking her. She would have relayed Dick's request to use her cunt while I was fucking her. I would think for a while as I stroked inside her cunt, then tell her to call him to tell him that he has my permission to use her cunt in that manner. It was an even further stimulant to be fucking my beautiful bride while she talked to the man who fucked her better than anybody, including me. Furthermore, the subject of their conversation, was how he was going to fuck her and who else was going to fuck her. She invariably came when she told Dick that "Kirk gave his approval: Don (or Walt, etc.) can fuck me too on Saturday." I was always close behind.
Dick further refined the way we communicated by making Charna call me on every date. She was always as naked as possible when she called and Dick was always where he could hear her side of the conversation. He made her ask for permission to do the same thing I had already approved, but now they were in the position where it was imminent.
One time she had relayed Dick's request to use her cunt by saying, "Dick called today and he wants to use my cunt...oohhh honey I get so excited when he calls...he wants my cunt Saturday. He wants to take me to an X-rated movie theater...ooohhh god honey keep fucking me oohh god I love your cock ooohhh...and he wants to let some strangers finger fuck me."
"Unngg shit you'll probably be naked...uunngg I want you to feel some cocks too."
"Ooohh honey that's what Dick said...ooohh god fuck me fuck me...he wants me to stroke them so...oohh honey oohhh god how many guys will see me...he wants them to shoot their cum on me. Dick wants to...ooohhh god ooohhh I hope so...ooohh he wants to strip me naked and let everybody touch me."
On their date she called and I recorded this self-disclosure. "Honey, we are at...oohh god honey I love this...it's Kitty's video arcade...do you remember our first fuck...ooohh god I was so turned on...oohh honey you were so handsome...oohhh god ooohh and so bold."
"I'm glad I talked to you first Charna...you might be married to somebody else now. That was a great fuck."
"Ooohhh god it was great...I was so turned on...I'm turned on now honey. Dick wants to know if it is ok to take me...oohh honey all those perverts in the back...he wants to strip me so strangers can touch my naked body...oohh I'm so turned on...old guys finger fucking me... I'm on the pay phone and there are guys watching...oohhh god Dick has my skirt lifted in front so...oohh god honey I can see their eyes on my cunt...they can see him finger fuck me...ooohhh god ooohhh I love him honey... ohhh he's finger fucking me...oohh god I want their fingers too...oohh he's got it in my cunt right now...ooohhh god ooohh god he wants to let them...oohh god rub their naked cocks...oohhh god honey...on my naked skin."
"Can they see your tits now?"
"Only by seeing through my top. You picked this sheer one."
"Don't you like it?"
"You know I do...oohh god Dick move your finger faster...their eyes are burning my tits."
"Take it off for them."
"Ooohh god honey ok...oohh god Dick I love this...honey, it's in my purse."
"You hold your skirt up so Dick can finger fuck you and feel your tits too."
"Ooohh god my nipples are so sensitive...oohh god Dick's touching them...he wants to let them come on my tits...ooohh damn this is good...he wants me to stroke their cocks honey...oohh god oohh Dick oohh god I love you oohhh god ooohhh honey ooohh I'm coming oohhh all these guys ooohh god honey they are watching me come ooohhh it's sooooo dirty."
Each of their dates was entirely based on sex. I loved selecting the clothes she would wear for each of her dates with Dick, and she never wore more than a skirt and top and two shoes. Sometimes she wore a dress and two shoes. The risk associated with the behavior I had already approved escalated each time. Their first date at Don's house had no likelihood anybody would catch them doing anything, but as their affair continued Dick would expose Charna in increasingly more public areas. Dick stripped Charna in buses, glass-enclosed hotel elevators, taxis, convenience stores, clubs, outdoor concerts, adult bookstores and theaters, college libraries, and of course in his car. She was almost always starkers when she was in his car, and he generally had a towel placed on her seat so she wouldn't discolor the fabric with her pussy juice.
He and the man he picked to share her with would fuck her in places where it became almost certain they would be seen. As their dating continued, it became unusual for her to return without telling me who had watched them while Dick and my other work colleague fucked her. Dick has a lot of performer in him, and Charna has a tremendous exhibitionistic streak in her. The nastier it gets when other people are seeing her, the more pleasure she feels. Each time she walked out the door I knew there was a decent chance both of them would end in jail, but the reward far exceeded the risk for all three of us. The risk was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
I always had the recorder ready when she was on a date with Dick, and I have many recordings of conversations I was having with her while somebody else was fucking her. Dick almost always made her talk to me on the phone while he fucked her. I bought him a speakerphone as a gift for his first date with her, so my recordings while she was on a date with Dick are great because I can hear both of them. He always plugged it in to any nearby phone jack if he could, and I always made Charna thank him for me because he was so considerate that way.
Of all the purchases I have ever made at anytime in my life, my cassette recorder, the speakerphones I gave Dick and the one in our bedroom, and Dick's camcorder gave me the best value for the money. Our marriage bed has been immeasurably more interesting because of these three technology marvels. Later in Dallas we added a cell phone to our technology kit, and Charna in sexy clothes plus these communications tools have enabled me to see, hear and feel her excitement in a realistic way. I love being able to so closely share the great sex my wife, who I couldn't possibly love more than I do, is getting outside her marriage bed.
She always returned home well fucked after a date with Dick, but she would still enjoy everything I could give her. I would fuck her for as long as I could keep going, and if I could have gone longer she would have loved it. Dick always kept her overnight, and she always had come in her cunt from Dick and at least one other guy. While I fucked her, she would relate how the men on her date had used her cunt and her mouth. If Don had been the other man Dick had given her cunt to, she brought the pictures home with her. She always brought the videotape with her, and I made copies for Dick and whoever else had fucked her.
For Christmas during our second year of marriage, I gave each of the guys who had fucked her a framed, signed photograph. Each photograph showed Charna sitting beside my work colleague or my longtime friend. Charna was totally naked with her pussy spread and my friend was the only other person in the picture. My friends were fully clothed sitting next to her, sometimes feeling her tit and sometimes not. One picture was taken in a hospital waiting room, one with them sitting on a park bench. Others were taken in a bar booth, in a taxicab, on a bus, at a bus stop, in a train station, in an office building lobby, in the front row of a college lecture hall, in a tree house, in the cab of an 18-wheeler, and in the lobby of an X-rated theater. Charna wrote a very personal note on each one, and each note personally thanked them for the pleasure she had received from the fucking she had been lucky enough to receive from them. She signed them all, "Kirk's wife, Charna." Several of these were prominently displayed on desks at work
Only one of the guys I worked with became a problem. He was a little weasel anyway and I don't know why Dick let him fuck her. He was the latest one Dick had let fuck her, with my grudging approval, and I had just given the Christmas photos to everybody when he started in on me. He said anybody must be able to fuck her better than I could, and if she was his wife he wouldn't let her fuck around. I said he was full of shit and told him to cool it. When he didn't, I decked him and went into his office to pick up the picture I had just given him. It was the only time I ever talked to Dick directly about the way he could use Charna, but I told him that chicken shit little bastard was not to ever get near her again. He never did. All the rest of the guys at work loved fucking my wife and some of them even thought our marriage lifestyle was cool. All of them knew both Charna and I got off by them fucking her so much. As long as the comments didn't insult Charna, I loved overhearing conversations about how they had used her pussy. They knew I told Charna what they said at work, so they often spoke loudly when they wanted me to tell her very specific nasty things. I always did because it turned Charna on so much. They knew Charna told me about them too, and sometimes she would come home from a date with specific comments she had been directed to relay to me. It was all about sexual pleasure and good-natured fun, and since we all enjoyed it...well, where was the harm?
I'm sure some of the guys that might have liked to fuck her didn't even try because they were not outgoing enough or they were already married or even (yikes) their religious beliefs were strong enough to avoid the temptation. She didn't have to worry about pencil dicks or limp, floppy cocks because the guys that owned them would have to live down the picture proof at work. Everybody knew Dick was the gatekeeper to Charna's pussy; and that in order to be allowed to fuck her the price was being photographed.
We had discovered the magazines Gallery and Variations during the time we were engaged, and our interest continued to escalate in the early part of our marriage. We loved reading the stories about wives being fucked by other men. We also loved looking at the "Girl Next Door" photographs in Gallery, and we both enjoyed many orgasms while talking about submitting her pictures so millions of men could beat off seeing her beautiful shaved cunt. On her eighth date with Dick, he questioned her about whether she would like to have her naked picture in a dirty magazine. She eventually admitted we had spoken often about it and that we both loved the idea. Dick was a man who got things done, and within a week he had made her ask for my permission, then he submitted a set of 30 pictures to Gallery. The tamest had her fully open while cupping her tits, the rawest showed her fucking Don. Three months later her tamest picture was in Gallery, but it was still the hottest picture in that issue. The caption by the picture said, "Charna, photographed by her lover and her husband's best friend, Dick."
After their twelfth date, while I was in her, she said, "Dick wants...oohh god honey this is sooo nasty...he wants all your friends to be able to use your wife's cunt...ooohhh god I'm his slut and your wife...he wants to let them use my cunt...ooohh honey fuck my cunt...can they use my cunt anytime they want? He wanted me to ask you...ooohhh god honey what are you going to say...oooohhh god oohhh will you give your permission for them to come over anytime...ooohhh god fuck me fuck me...whenever they want to fuck me."
"Not while I'm there...uuunnnggg damn...and not on weekends... And no new guys... uunngg your cunt is so tight...and you have to stay naked all the time... and you can't go anywhere with them...uunnnngg god I'll come home everyday to a full pussy...and you have to turn on the cassette recorder each time...uunngg you're going to be getting fucked all the time. Call Dick and tell him."
Charna had Dick on the line in less than a minute. "Dick honey, Kirk said ok...Ooohhhh god ooohhh honey fuck me ooohh god I love your cock... You can tell all of them they can come over to fuck me whenever they want...Ooohh Dick honey I'll finally get enough of your cock. You'll come over to fuck me a lot won't you?...Oohhh god I'll be getting fucked so much. I love their cocks...that's it pinch my nipples hard...ooohh for god's sake oohhh honey oooohhhh god ooohhh ooohhhh ooohhh it's so nasty oooohhh god I'm coming oooohh god oooohhh ooohhh I love the way you oohhh god fuck me."
Sure enough, until we moved to Dallas my friends would show up anytime that I was gone. Our office was an engineering office, and most of us were professional engineers. Every one of the guys Dick had let fuck my beautiful wife was an engineer, so it wasn't difficult for them to leave for an hour during the day. Our working hours were somewhat discretionary, and since Don was our section manager and he liked to "visit" my wife as much as anybody, Charna's cunt was exercised several times each workday. Since I was usually home on the weekends, her cunt was comparatively rested—albeit undoubtedly unwillingly—two days per week unless Dick took her out on a date. I usually fucked her twice on Saturday and twice on Sunday, but she was becoming accustomed to much more.
When it first started I wondered if she could take the pounding. When we moved I wondered if she actually had a limit to her lust. Whatever anatomical organ produces pussy juice must have been quadruple sized in Charna. If there was ever a girl that the word insatiable applied to, Charna was that girl. In that four-month period, except for weekends, I never fucked her without another load in her cunt. We fucked at least twice a day, and while we fucked I would find out whose sperm my cock was using as a lubricant. We would listen to the cassettes as I fucked her, and she would add her own commentary.. Sometimes they would be there in pairs, and she loved giving head while being fucked. Toward the end it became the norm for all six of my colleagues to show up at different times every day. She always let them in while she was nude, she stayed nude, and she let them out while she was nude. She was still nude when I got home, and she wouldn't shower until after I fucked her. I liked smelling her, feeling her, hearing her, seeing her and tasting her after her daily fucks with my friends.
Despite the fun we had in Denver, there was no doubt my career goals were being adversely affected by our brand of recreational sex. I knew we couldn't stay in Denver, so a friend and I had submitted a business plan to open a structural engineering firm in Dallas. While in college, he and I had talked about opening a firm someday, and he had moved to Dallas right after graduation. He had contacted me to say he was ready, and when I responded favorably it didn't really take that long for it to happen.
Once I had given notice and they all knew their great piece of ass was on her way out of town, the entire office was in shock. Dick asked Charna to ask me if he could use her cunt on my last day of work. Dick had also given notice, but he wasn't moving to Dallas. He was headed for Silicon Valley. He told her he wanted to throw an "office party" for all her "intimate acquaintances". She also said he had requested that I let him do all the planning and that we trust him. He said he wanted it to be a surprise for Charna, but since neither Charna nor I would know it would be a surprise for both of us. I immediately approved his request, and then I told Charna I was almost sure she was going to be gangbanged. She loved the idea, and each night when I fucked her she would make guesses as to what Dick had planned for her cunt.
Dick and all my other friends were gone from the office much more than usual that last month before we left, and each night I would find out they had been to our apartment. I was walking down the hall one day and I was sure I heard Charna's voice in Walt's office. I opened the door and both Walt and Scott were talking to Charna—on Walt's speakerphone. It didn't take long to figure out that somebody was fucking her at the time. I could have recognized the moans and oh gods from Mars, and it was evident that this conversation was exciting for all of them. I entered without invitation and quietly listened. Don was fucking Charna at my apartment on my wedding bed using my speakerphone and Don was using my wife's cunt as the three of us listened. I was immediately hard. Walt and Scott were actively questioning Charna, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she was forced to undergo this confession of sin. Don wasn't much of a talker, so the conversation consisted of Charna describing what Don was doing to her, how good it felt, how good it felt when Walt or Scott fucked her, etc. This was the standard banter I loved when I fucked her, but this time there was an added edge because Walt and Scott were constantly asking specific and very pointed questions using all the nasty words she loved so much. As soon as Don exploded his seed into Charna's cunt, by which time she had willingly confessed to three powerful orgasms, Walt and Scott said they were on the way. As they walked out the door, I thought this company might have gone under if I hadn't decided to move Charna away.
That night I listened to the cassette she had recorded when Don fucked her as she talked to Walt and Scott. I told her I had listened at the office, and that I wanted her to call me from now on—I could inform everybody so we could all listen. For about the last three weeks we were in Denver, she would call me a couple of times per day while she was being fucked and I would connect any of the six who answered yes to the question, "Charna's on line 3. Can you pick up?" We didn't get any work done while she was being fucked, and I throbbed from hearing her and all the comments being made while she was getting it. I had been stimulated by Charna's verbalization for a long time, and I think each of my co-workers were beginning to understand how exciting it could be to listen to somebody get fucked. We all love to watch Charna, and there is no doubt she is one of the most beautiful women in the world, but the enthusiasm and passion in her verbal accounts of fucking were so unique as to be singular. Each of them talked to her about the big party while they fucked her, but except for Dick—who wouldn't tell—none of them knew any more than Charna and I did.
Dick asked me directly if I was worried about burning bridges before I left. His question was somewhat work related, but I knew it didn't have anything to do with work—it had to do with Charna. I knew the answer he wanted, and since it was also more truthful than not, I said the company would never give me a good recommendation so he could do whatever he wanted. He replied that he was in the same boat, which I knew wasn't true, but I also knew he could write his own ticket he was such a great engineer. I played along with his game. Whatever it was, I knew Charna would love it. He handed me the clothes Charna had worn the night Dick first fucked her—the clothes he had kept on the rear view mirror in his car since. He requested me directly to have her wear them to the office about noon on Friday. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I knew all six of my work buddies who regularly fucked Charna were taking Friday afternoon off, supposedly to give me a going away party. Since I wasn't invited to go anywhere and because there was never any effort to prevent me from overhearing anything about Charna, I knew they were actually going to take Charna out on a date. All of them. Dick had been planning the night for a month, and I knew that she would come home with a full pussy and some great stories.
I told Charna to be especially exhibitionistic in my office—to let the people I work with see how slutty she could be. There wasn't much that could be done to her blouse to make her tits any more obvious—after all, it was extremely sheer and her tits were on full display when she wore it. Alterations could be made on her wrap-around skirt, however, and I asked her to take it to a tailor to 'let her show more.' I was leaving because of the wall put up preventing advancement, and that wall was placed there not because of my job performance, but rather because of my wife's sex life. If I was being hung for a horse thief, well ... you know.
Charna was as beautiful than any actress or a model I have ever seen, so when she walked into the office about 11:45 I could see shock, lust, awe and jealousy reflected in every eye. Her tits were clearly visible beneath her sheer blouse, and her nipples were fully erect. In the two years we had known each other, her tits had gone from a B cup to a C cup without losing any firmness. When she had given it to Dick, her wrap-around skirt enabled her to show off her pussy if she really tried. After the alterations, her skirt enabled her to hide her pussy if she really tried. She didn't try. When she walked, her shaved pussy was easily visible every other step. Her hair was beautifully done, she had on a nice pearl necklace (I thought to myself that it might be, as referenced by ZZ Top, the first of many), her high heels were thin and tall, and her perfume was powerfully appealing. She was a wet dream realized.
She strutted up the hall and went into the office of each guy whose prick had been repeatedly inside her cunt. Several of us followed, and we watched her give her usual open-mouthed kiss and full-body embrace to each of them. Walt openly grabbed her tits while she kissed him and she just kept on kissing for as long as he felt her up. There were probably 10 guys following her from office to office when the weasel, and that was the name I always called him even to his face, came out of his office to see if he could join in all the fun. I told him to get in his office and stay there until she was gone or I would hurt him worse than the last time. He slithered back into his hole.
Dick's office was the last she entered. He greeted her with his typical passionate French kiss, and Charna's returned his kiss with the fervor she reserved for Dick only. Their cock to cunt height match enabled them to dry fuck in a manner that was nearly unique to them, and they put that capability on display for all of their audience. Charna's arms were around Dick's neck, and Dick's hands were pulling Charna's ass onto his hard on with strength. Her legs were spread about a foot, and I knew her cunt was grinding on his erection. I had listened to her admission that Dick was her favorite dance partner many times. It had nothing to do with his rhythm or his coordination, it had to do with his ability to make my wife orgasm by dry fucking her on the dance floor. Charna's breathing had quickened considerably, her moans of pleasure became more soulful, and her movements had become more urgent when Dick quit kissing her to whisper in her ear.
She turned to face us, then stripped her top off and handed it to Dick. He stepped behind her and whispered in her ear again. She moaned, then she began to caress her tits. He continued to whisper and she continued to moan. She was pinching and pulling her nipples vigorously when he whispered something that made her stop. The only word I could decipher was cunt, and Dick pronounced it very distinctly. He backed away as she moaned "Oooohhh yessss, yessss." She unbuttoned the one button on her skirt and handed it to Dick. He again moved behind her to whisper in her ear. I finally noticed Walt was using Dick's camcorder, the one I had given him as a present to myself, when Charna backed up to Dick's desk.
As Charna sat down, she looked at me with passion and love. I believe I was the only one out of the crowd that was seeing her eyes, so probably nobody else saw her mouth "I love you." I knew her cunt was drenched because of all the male eyes on it even before she reclined on her elbows and brought her heels up on the desk. She momentarily brought each leg up to remove her high heels, then placed her bare feet on the edge of the desk. Her cunt was projected as far toward us as it would go while still keeping her feet on the desk and her legs were spread almost to a full split position. She was sopping wet and I could see her squeezing and clenching her pussy at a pace that would match a typical fucking rhythm. She was watching our eyes, and I watched her eyes search out the focus of each one of us. I knew she was seeing the lust each of us had to feel, and because I knew her so well I knew she was precariously perched on the edge of an orgasm from seeing so many eyes focused on her cunt.
Dick slid his chair to the side of the desk so our view of her entire naked body would be unimpaired. He sat in the chair and whispered in her ear. The index finger from each of her hands gently pulled the lips to her cunt wider so we could see inside her fuck hole quite far. Dick whispered again, and she began to masturbate, first gently and them with more urgency. Dick continued to whisper, then reached under her knee to put two fingers up her cunt. She continued to massage around her clit, and as he whispered he began to finger fuck her harder and harder. The intensity of her moans and the accounts of the pleasure he was providing matched the vigor of his fingers, and it couldn't have been more than a minute after he started to finger fuck her before she exploded.
"Ooohhh god Dick ooohh I love this ooohhh god I'mmmm coming ooohhh god I love their eyes oooohhh aahhh that's it finger fuck my cunt ooohhh god ooohhh I love it when you make me do nasty things ooohh god oooohhh aahhh.
He kept whispering in her ear the entire time he fingered her snatch. The only time I had seen her finger fucked in real life was in our apartment when Dick brought her home after the first night he fucked her. That was private. This was close—no more than 5 feet separated my eyes from her cunt being finger fucked. I was rock hard and she looked ripe for the plucking right where she was.
Dick must have been a mind reader. He said, "Kirk, she's all ready to be fucked. I've got my camera ready and a ton of film. Walt's going to keep running the camcorder. It's your turn to let us see you fuck her. This is one of her surprises. She loves to have an audience when somebody fucks her. Use your wife's cunt the way she likes us to use it."
I grabbed her hand and slowly walked her down the hall toward the weasel's office. Several hands took liberties with her exposed skin as she passed, and she slowed down so she could enjoy it even longer. Some of the hands touching her most intimately were wearing wedding rings, and I felt a jolt as I saw a wedding band disappear into Charna's cunt. I let them have a pretty good feel, then gently pulled her away. I swung the weasel's door open and told him to sit quietly. I swept his desk clear and laid Charna back on the desk. "Charna, get in the same position you were in on Dick's desk." Then I told the weasel, "Don't touch. Don't talk." as I stripped totally naked. I was springboard stiff. I glanced to insure Dick was photographing everything, then slid smoothly into Charna's cunt.
"Uuunngg damn your cunt's so hot its burning my cock." I wanted them to hear as well as see how I fucked my wife.
"Ooohhh god honey fuck me...ooohh fuck your nasty wife's cunt."
"Dick's right. You like letting them...uuunngg...letting them watch me fuck you, don't you." I'm not a performer, and I would have preferred fucking her in our bed. I did owe it to all of them, however, because I had seen photos of all of them as they fucked her.
"Oooohhhh honey you know I do. I've wanted you to fuck me in front of them for a long time...ooohhh god honey I love your cock ...oohhh god I love their eyes on me."
"What about Dick's camera?...uunngg...he's taking fuck pictures he'll show everybody." I would at least get to see how I looked when I fucked my beautiful wife.
"Ooooohhhhh honey ooohhh he always...oohh god stroke harder ... oohhh god I'm so bad but I love how he passes them around. These guys have probably all seen pictures of different guys fucking me." I could guarantee it.
"Everybody who works here has seen many pictures...uuunngg damn I love to fuck you...of you being fucked. A lot of them have...uunngg damn your cunt is soaked...they've done more than see guys fuck you...uunngg they've put their cocks inside your cunt." A mental image of other guys fucking her while I fucked her was commonplace. Having those other guys watch me wasn't. That was Charna's fantasy.
"Mmmmm honey they're great...ooohh god I love the way you fuck me ...ooohhh that's it pinch my nipples hard...ooohhh god oohh I love the way each of them fucks me...aaahhh I think they're going to fuck me today." I did too, but we still didn't know anything. Dick could keep a secret.
"Yeesss, I hope so...uunngg I am so turned on...every one of them is going to fuck you. Where are they going to...uunnngg...fuck you?" I knew she didn't know, as did all the guys dating her later, but most of her audience had no idea what was on her agenda for the night. They didn't even know she was going to leave with them and not me.
"Ooohhh god honey oohh I don't know...ooohhh god fuck me...I don't know anything about today."
I had been standing next to the desk while Charna lay atop it. Dick directed us to change position. I pulled her to her feet, then bent her over so her elbows were on the weasel's desk. She was facing him, and her face was only a couple of feet from his. I could see his eyes focused on her tits so I knew Charna could too. If he would have bent forward in his chair he could have kissed her while he felt her tits. I felt justifiable pleasure from the torture I was subjecting him to. I entered her cunt doggy style.
"Do you like not knowing?...uunnngg damn your cunt is wet...they could do anything they want to you." I had mixed feelings. I guess, if I had been forced to choose, that I would have preferred to know.
"Mmmm I don't know...ooohh your cock is so hard...I have been having all sorts of dreams about tonight...ooohhh god fuck me hard." It did do that. The unknown always brought sexy dreams.
"You could ask your date...uunngg god I love getting you dressed to go out with Dick...ask him what plans he has for your cunt." If there was ever a time he would spill the beans, this was it.
Dick and Walt were moving around so they could get the best camera angles with the available lighting. Dick was standing by the weasel when she asked Dick about his plans for her, "Oooohhh god ooohh honey fuck me...oohh god Dick, how are you going to use my cunt today?"
"Don't worry darlin' you'll love it. We are going to use your cunt over and over and over. And your cock loving lips. Lots of people will watch us fuck your smooth cunt, and the cameras will videotape your cunt so your husband and millions of others can see his friends fuck you again."
"Ooohhh god fuck me fuck me ooohh god I love your cock in my cunt...oohhh Dick honey I love the way you talk to me...ooohhh god honey that's it rub my clit... ooohhh honey don't you love how Dick talks to me?" Actually, I did. I loved it because he was able to talk her into more orgasms and more pleasure than any man ever had. I wanted her to experience the maximum possible pleasure in this life.
"Uunnngg I do...he knows exactly what to say...uuunngg your cunt is so tight and hot...your cunt starts dripping as soon as you hear his voice." It did. Pavlov's dogs salivated when they heard a bell. Charna's cunt dripped when she heard his voice.
"Ooohhh god it does...fuck me oohh my god fuck my cunt...aahhh your cock feels sooo good...I love your cock honey." Twist that knife in your gut, weasel. It was my ultimate answer to his contention that 'anybody must be able to fuck your wife better than you can'. I watched his face turn redder and redder as she spoke the music to my ears just a couple of feet from his face.
"You love any...uunngg damn you're tight...love any cock in your cunt...not just mine... Uuuunnnngg... right?" I didn't know about any cock, but she sure liked nearly all of those that had been inside her juicy cunt.
"Ooohhh honey yesss oohh god yes I like all cocks... Ooohh god stroke long strokes ooohhh god I love this...you are sooo big...ooohhh god do you know where they are taking me honey?" We had already done this.
"Nooo...uunngg it's a mystery date...uunngg with 6 guys...they might all have their hard cocks...uunngg I'm almost there slow down... all their cocks touching you at the same time." My fantasy was revealed. I was perilously close to the brink of orgasm.
"Ooohhh god honey oohhh I'mmmm coming ooohhh god ooohh god you're so deep ooohhh god and so thick oooohhh god...that's it pinch my nipples...ooohhh honey harder fuck me harder oohh this is soooo good." Those in the audience who had already fucked her knew this was a typical vocalization when my wife came, but I'm sure the rest of them had fantasy material while they fucked their wives or girlfriends for months.
I had occasionally watched the weasel since he was right in front of me. He was squirming as he peered intently at Charna. It served him right.
"I'm going to let...uunngg you are the hottest piece of ass ever...do any of you guys want to feel my wife up now? Uuunngg hold on I want to make it easier" I pulled out and stood Charna up. "Let me get on the desk. You can ride my cock." Dick wasn't the only one who could direct this mini-production.
I flopped onto my back and she climbed on the desk, then lowered herself onto my prick. I didn't have anything to push off of with my feet so she was going to have to fuck me—she was the rider and my prick was almost like an inanimate dildo. She was facing all the guys inside the weasel's office as she slid onto my prick, so every inch of her gorgeous face and body was visible to every eye in the room except the weasel's. He got to see her back..
"Ask them to feel you up Charna." I especially wanted the guys who hadn't fucked my wife to get a chance to touch her. She was so responsive and so smooth, her tits and cunt were so gorgeous, and her entire body was so perfect that I wanted them to have one chance in their lives to touch perfection.
"Don, will you...ooohhh god honey I love riding your big cock...Don will you pinch my nipples?...ooohhh god this is my favorite thing in the world...oohh god honey I love feeling your cock stroke in my cunt...oohh god oohh I love fucking your cock."
"It's my favorite thing...uunngg your cunt is soooo hot...that's it Don make her nipples tingle...uunngg she can come by nipple stimulation only...do you guys know how sensitive her tits are?" Some of them, maybe even most of them, had at least heard the stories.
"Ooohhh god Don honey ooohh that feels wonderful...ooohh god honey his hands are the best...oohh god they can all see your cock pumping my twat...oohhh ooohhh you like it when they see me don't you?" We had already touched that base too. She was the one that kept the running commentary, and if it had been me I probably would have said stuff like 'I love your cunt' and 'I love to fuck your cunt' about 50 redundant times.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Charna...uunngg your cunt is so smooth...it would be a crime if others couldn't see your beauty. Don't all you guys think she is beautiful?" Shit. Class, all together now. I knew there was a reason I didn't like performing.
There was a chorus of consent. "Ooohhh honey I love letting them see me ooohh god this is so nasty...ooohhh god ooohhh Scott will you rub my clit while Kirk fucks me?"
"You guys who haven't fucked my wife, come on over and help...uunnngg this will be a good day for you...uunngg god that's it touch her everywhere...uunnngg damn babe I'm ready...uunngg ride me hard."
"Ooohhh god honey I love their hands and their eyes all over me...oohhh god honey you're sooo hard...oohhh god ooohhh god oohhh ohhh ooohhhh god I'mmmm coming oooohhh god honey oohh your cock ooohhh that's it come in me ooohhh god I can feel you shooting in me oohh oooohhh I love it."
I grunted through my come. Dick didn't give us much time to relax in the afterglow of a fine climax. They all helped her up and she dropped her blouse over her head, buttoned the one button on her skirt, and strapped on her high heels. Walt handed me the videotape, then she and her entourage unhurriedly departed. I went to my office. I was just sort of daydreaming when I looked down at the street. All seven of them got into a limousine. I made a wish of love as I watched the limousine pull out. I wanted her cunt to be filled over and over—filled to the point where she eventually felt she didn't want to be fucked any more. I was convinced she had never reached that point in her young life
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I realize your time is valuable. Using your time to provide feedback is a gift. If you would be willing to spend some time for me, I will treasure the gift.
This is the fourth part in the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. The first part, "Teen Charna, My Bride to Be" described how we met in an adult bookstore. The second part, "Teen Bride Charna's Honeymoon Adventures" described the beginning of the exhibitionism and the public sex that escalated in the third part, "Teen Bride Charna Discovers My Best Man is THE Best Man." This part describes how the best man at our wedding and my best friend was able to provide extramarital sexual excitement to my beautiful young wife on a regular basis. His boldness in public situations was extremely arousing to Charna, and her submissive nature caused her to throb when Dick shared her with my work colleagues.
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Charna had pictures and I had an audiocassette documenting her first adultery. She had discovered that the best man at our wedding fucked her better than anyone else ever had, including me. I was thrilled that the cock she had found belonged to my best friend, and I knew both she and Dick wanted to continue their affair (if it can be called an affair if a wife is fucked by another man with her husband's full consent). I had already told Charna that Dick could use her cunt whenever he wanted, and she relayed that information to Dick.
Until we left Denver, Dick would call Charna about once a month during the day when I was at work. He would describe his plans and tell her how he wanted to use her cunt. He would then instruct her to ask me for permission. I never knew he had called until I was fucking her. Dick's first request she relayed by saying, "Dick wants to use my cunt...ooohhh god honey I love how he fucks it...ooohhh god ooohhh that's it fuck my nasty cunt oohh fuck me...oohh my god he wants to let Don fuck me honey...oohh I don't know if I can ooohhh damn...oohh do you think it will fit in me?...Dick wants to let ...ooohh honey your cock is so hard...Dick wants to let Don fuck me with his huge black cock ... ooohhh god are you going to let Don fuck me?"
Since the mental image of Don's huge cock fucking my young bride's cunt pushed me past the point of control, as soon as I returned to reality I gave my enthusiastic approval. I made her call Dick to relay my permission and to set up a time. Although her conversation was brief, when I spoke to her about what Dick had asked her when she had answered yes, she confessed that he had asked if I was fucking her right then. I told her that the next time she gave him my approval, she would have to let him hear us fucking the way I had heard them fucking.
As Saturday approached, I thought about how to make the phone a more exciting tool than it had already been. I did two things. First, I bought two speakerphones. One was going on our headboard, and the second I gave to Charna to give to Dick. Secondly, I had Charna call Dick to try the speakerphone while I was fucking her. I made her talk to Dick about all the things he wanted he and Don to do to her, and then I made her request that they call on the speakerphone from Don's house when Don was close to slipping his huge cock into my wife's cunt.
Saturday about 10 PM the phone rang. "Honey, we are...ooohhh god we are at Don's house...ooohhh god honey we are all naked...ooohh damn they are both hunks...ooohhh damn I'm sopping...I'm on his couch...ooohhh god oooohh honey Don is finger fucking me...ooohh god his finger is almost as long as a cock...oooohhh god it feels soooo good... he's got two fingers in my cunt." My cock began a meteoric rise to complete hardness. My fantasy picture began to form.
"It sounds like you're in a well." I wasn't used to speakerphones.
"That's the speakerphone you gave Dick. We can all talk while our hands are free." Ahh. Another major advantage of speakerphones.
"Great. Hi Don. Hi Dick." They responded in unison. This was the foremost advantage. Everybody could hear everybody.
"Charna, what are...uunnngg aahh shit...where are your hands?" I wanted to complete my image.
"I'm stroking him...ooohhh god ooohh damn honey I love this...oohhh god Don keep doing that ooohhh pinch my nipple... he's so damn huge honey ooohhh god and his cock is sooo hard...I've got both of my hands on his cock...oohh Don honey your cock is beautiful... ooohh that's it finger fuck me...honey your wife loves being naked with Don's cock." Interesting. Naked with his cock. I could tell what part of Don was of interest to my wife.
"What's Dick doing?"
"He's taking pictures...ooohh god honey don't worry...oohh god you are so nasty...I told him you wanted my wedding ring...ooohhh god oohh Don oohhh don't stop...my ring in the pictures if I'm touching their cocks." Image complete. Cock throbbing.
"Did you tell him...uuunnngg damn this is great...about making it obvious they weren't married."
"Dick said he was going to take...oohhh god honey everybody will see single guys fucking a wife...ooohh god honey I love you... she's letting guys she isn't married to fuck her...mmmm I'm the wife...oohhh Don your cock is so huge...oohh faster ooohhh that's it rub my clit...honey are you touching yourself" I guess she was trying to form her own mental picture.
"I'm trying to hold back. My cock is...uunngg god it's twitching...if I touch it I'll come." I didn't want to come until Don was inside her.
"Hold off honey...ooohhh god I love your cock throbbing like that...don't come yet." I was such exquisite torture. I loved it exactly as it was as well, but I knew any little thing could set it off.
"Dick, can you...uunnngg shit... take those pictures now." Charna had already informed Dick about the type of photos I wanted.
"Yes, we'll do it now. Do you want me to tell you what I'm photographing?" I knew he would be good at it, but I wanted Charna to tell me.
"No. Unless Charna has her mouth full, I would rather have her tell me." I was so much in love with her sex talk.
I did hear Dick giving directions. "Don, you sit back on the couch. OK, now Charna you sit on him and kind of lay back on him so I can see everything. Good. Charna, you tell Kirk what's happening now." I already had an image, but when I can match her audio input with my image, it multiplies my arousal.
"Honey I'm laying...oohh god I'm so exposed...I'm on Don. He's sitting on the couch and I'm laying back on him...ooohhh god oohh my legs are sooo spread...honey he's feeling my nipples." Charna was so much better at this than Dick would have been.
"Charna, put your hands next to Don's while he feels your tits. I need to see all 20 fingers in this picture." Uuuunngg shit. It was what I had requested.
"Ooohh god this is soo horny...ooohh Don that feels so good...oohh god pinch my nipples...oohhh harder oohh that's it...honey they don't have any rings and it's only my wedding ring...mmmm god now he is touching my twat...ooohhh god he's touching my clit...oohh god ooohh that feels soo good Don."
"Get all your fingers down by your pussy. That's it. Don't put your finger in yet Don." I knew there was no way I could really hear the shutter, but I could almost swear I did.
"Ooohhhh god this is so hot...oohhh god honey Don's finger fucking me again...oohhh god honey ooohh god." Don must slipped his fingers back in her cunt and begun to finger fuck her very hard.
"Hold your ring finger up for the camera. Pretend like you are showing your wedding ring to a friend for the first time." Hot, hot, hot. She was holding up her wedding ring while she was being finger fucked
"Oohh god honey that's so sexy...oohh god I'm so wet...ooohh god ooohh he let his cock...ooohhh god look at it...oohh it's sticking up between my legs." It had to be resting against her cunt. I knew we were getting close.
"Stroke it Charna. I want to make sure all your fingers are in the picture and your ring finger is on his cock. Yes, that's beautiful. Your hand is so light in comparison to Don's black cock." Dick and Charna were a great team. It was almost like I was there watching it.
"Ooohh god what a great cock...honey my ring finger is in the picture while I stroke him...oohh god honey oohhh."
"Hey Kirk, I think they are both ready. Is it ok for Don to fuck your wife now?"
"I can't wait...uunngg damn...Don, try to get that huge cock inside her cunt. Don't hurt my beautiful wife. Talk to me Charna." Nobody was sure it would fit. We all knew she had never had one that big try.
"Oohhh god ooohhh god Kirk Don's rubbing the head of his cock on my clit...I'm so wet. Oohh he's starting it in ...oohhh I don't know if it will fit...Don it's too big... oohh honey he'll never get it in...god it's sooo big... oohh god Don you are stretching my cunt...noooo god nooo it won't go any further." I almost told everybody to stop and bring the love of my life home, but I held my tongue for just a while.
"Noo god oohh Don stop for a while...oohh god let me get used to you...it's huge...oohhh honey he's only in about halfway...I'll never be able to fit that monster in me...short strokes...oohh god ...I can feel it going deeper...I've never been so full."
"Don, you go very slow with her. If she can't take you, let her give you another blow job." I planned on fucking that cunt for the rest of my life and I didn't want it damaged.
"She'll be just fine, man. She just has to get used to it."
"Don honey ooohh god that feels soo good...ooohhh god you are soo deep...are you all the way in?...oohhh god you are...oohhh honey I'm stuffed... his cock is all the way in my cunt...oohh Don I love how you fuck me...oohhh god fuck me fuck me...mmmm I love his cock honey ...oohh god nobody has ever been so far up my cunt Kirk...oohh Don's fucking your bride...oohhh god ooohhh god oohhh honey ooohh god I'm coming ooohh god ooh god oooohhh keep stroking ooohhh god ooohh Don honey ooohhh I love your cock ooohhh god I love your cock in my oohh god in my cunt." I'd say she got used to it real fast once Don got all the way in.
"I'm coming too...uunnngg damn I can't wait to see these pictures...uunngg shit." I love to come when my wife does, even if she is being fucked by another man and I am alone.
"That's it honey...oohhh god come with me...oohhh god I love getting fucked."
I wasn't sure if the last comment was directed toward me or toward Don. I guess it could have been for both of us. I hung up so she could have as much fun as possible until she got home.
Dick "made" her fuck both of them that night. Since both Dick and Don are photographers, Charna brought another set of photographs home in her purse. These showed Don fucking her while Dick photographed the action, and then Dick fucking her while Don was the photographer. They both had huge cocks and the pure ecstasy in Charna's face is obvious in every photograph.
And of course, these pictures got passed around my office too. Naturally, when the word (and picture proof) got around my office that both Dick and Don had fucked my wife, it became a sort of free-for-all when talking about what a slut she was. I would always tell Charna who had said what about her while I fucked her and she loved hearing it in the actual raw language they used. The nastier it was, the more excited she got. Several of my colleagues kept asking me if they could fuck her too. Finally, I just started telling them to ask Dick.
This eventually led to another six guys from my office getting to fuck my beautiful bride. I don't know if they bribed Dick to let them or what, but after she had been on a date with Dick she always came home after being fucked by both Dick and another one of my office mates. Dick photographed it each time she was fucked, whether by a new guy or by a guy whose cock she had already ridden, and you can't fathom the depth of my gratitude. Our photography collection continued to grow, and one of my favorite pastimes was to document and decorate the albums after she had confessed her feelings and related the full story about when the photographs were being taken.
Dick always told Charna to ask me if it was ok to use her cunt the way he had planned. I never talked to Dick about Charna and he never talked to me about her. He would tell her how he wanted to use her cunt and tell her to ask my permission. If it wasn't acceptable, whether for scheduling conflicts or her period or behaviors I considered dangerous or not enjoyable for Charna, I would tell her to tell him no. At the time she had no interest in being fucked in the ass. She has also permanently avoided pissing games, pain games and some of the other odd sexual games people play. If she wanted to play them, I wouldn't have stopped her; but she has explicitly stated these games were a total turn off, so I protect her from those guys who want to play them. I still believe that one of my fundamental responsibilities as a husband is to protect my wife, and I have always taken that job very seriously.
As our unique triangular relationship evolved, all three of us found our indirect communication system to be a special brand of eroticism that stimulated each of us for different reasons. Charna was the messenger relaying requests and approvals or denials between Dick and I. She never asked Dick to use her cunt in any particular way, and she never asked me to approve or deny any of Dick's requests to use her cunt. Dick made the requests, and he was extremely original and thoughtful in all of his proposed scenarios. He liked to go to interesting places to see interesting people and to do interesting things, and Charna fell in love with his bold sense of adventure. I was the protector and final word on any requests. I know Charna, and I made my decision based on two considerations. First, would she enjoy it? Second, would she be safe? I never asked for any input on the decision, but I will have to admit that I was not always at my objective best when I made it. I was always fucking Charna when she relayed his request to me, and I admit that my decisions were often influenced by the strong sensations I was feeling in my cock.
Dick uses language as foreplay, and he always found it arousing to verbally excite his girlfriends by descriptions and directives. There is always an air of dominance when Dick is with one of his girlfriends. The telephone is his non-contact way of whispering stimulating comments in his girls' ears. Of all his girlfriends, Charna's response was the most intense. He enjoyed making girls stretch their self-imposed sexual limits; and none of them responded like Charna. He would sometimes talk to her for an hour, and he was the king of obscene phone calls. She vibrated with arousal, and this enabled him to talk freely about any fantasy. He has a great imagination and a wonderfully dirty mind, and Charna is his perfect soul mate. He knew that he could say anything at all to her, and he could talk about doing anything to her that his dirty mind could imagine. She resonated with excitement when he talked dirty, and he couldn't say anything too dirty for Charna. He liked being able to go out with her alone, and when he talked to her about using her cunt he would always state he was asking her out on a date. Direct eye-to-eye-contact conversation between Dick and I about what he wanted to do with my wife's cunt wouldn't have ever been comfortable for either of us. Our method was best for Dick because he got to say anything he wanted to a beautiful and wonderfully responsive girl without having to speak to her husband (or dad or boyfriend, etc.) or to worry about whether she wanted to marry him. He not only enjoyed using my wife sexually; he enjoyed using her as the communications conduit between us.
I was tremendously aroused each time Charna relayed Dick's request for permission to use her cunt. All three of us said it in that way—use her cunt. As I fucked her, she would tell me in detail what his plans were for her cunt on their date. It enabled me to still have final control, and there were requests I vetoed. Dick always observed any limits I placed on her, and except for the first night at Don's when she had given him a blowjob, he never assumed anything I hadn't given permission for was acceptable. I knew exactly who was going to use her cunt and how they were going to use it each time she went on a date with him. The anticipation was electric, and I was always fully charged when I fucked Charna in the few days leading up to her nights with him. So was she. I appreciated the respect Dick showed by asking my permission, and the respect he showed by abiding by my decisions. By making Charna tell me what he had done to her and then making her ask if it was permissible to use her cunt in new ways, I found a verbal arousal button in my brain that was extremely powerful. He knew I liked hearing Charna relate her sexual adventures to me, and he knew I was grateful to him for instigating the adventures. It excited me in a purely masculine manner to think my wife's cunt belonged to me, and that I could give permission to anybody to use my wife in any manner I desired.
Dick and I both found the indirect communication to be arousing, but Charna absolutely wallowed in it. She was both the messenger and the subject of all the communications; but the aspect that thrilled her most was that she wasn't asked for any input about the decisions, and the decisions were only concerned with her body. Her cunt was the object we discussed—who could use it, when they could use it, how often they could use it, where they could use it, etc. but she was not asked for any input. If Dick and I decided some new guy could fuck her, it was decided: he fucked her.
An almost immediate improvement to our communications system was that Charna would call Dick with my decision while I was still fucking her. She would have relayed Dick's request to use her cunt while I was fucking her. I would think for a while as I stroked inside her cunt, then tell her to call him to tell him that he has my permission to use her cunt in that manner. It was an even further stimulant to be fucking my beautiful bride while she talked to the man who fucked her better than anybody, including me. Furthermore, the subject of their conversation, was how he was going to fuck her and who else was going to fuck her. She invariably came when she told Dick that "Kirk gave his approval: Don (or Walt, etc.) can fuck me too on Saturday." I was always close behind.
Dick further refined the way we communicated by making Charna call me on every date. She was always as naked as possible when she called and Dick was always where he could hear her side of the conversation. He made her ask for permission to do the same thing I had already approved, but now they were in the position where it was imminent.
One time she had relayed Dick's request to use her cunt by saying, "Dick called today and he wants to use my cunt...oohhh honey I get so excited when he calls...he wants my cunt Saturday. He wants to take me to an X-rated movie theater...ooohhh god honey keep fucking me oohh god I love your cock ooohhh...and he wants to let some strangers finger fuck me."
"Unngg shit you'll probably be naked...uunngg I want you to feel some cocks too."
"Ooohh honey that's what Dick said...ooohh god fuck me fuck me...he wants me to stroke them so...oohh honey oohhh god how many guys will see me...he wants them to shoot their cum on me. Dick wants to...ooohhh god ooohhh I hope so...ooohh he wants to strip me naked and let everybody touch me."
On their date she called and I recorded this self-disclosure. "Honey, we are at...oohh god honey I love this...it's Kitty's video arcade...do you remember our first fuck...ooohh god I was so turned on...oohh honey you were so handsome...oohhh god ooohh and so bold."
"I'm glad I talked to you first Charna...you might be married to somebody else now. That was a great fuck."
"Ooohhh god it was great...I was so turned on...I'm turned on now honey. Dick wants to know if it is ok to take me...oohh honey all those perverts in the back...he wants to strip me so strangers can touch my naked body...oohh I'm so turned on...old guys finger fucking me... I'm on the pay phone and there are guys watching...oohhh god Dick has my skirt lifted in front so...oohh god honey I can see their eyes on my cunt...they can see him finger fuck me...ooohhh god ooohhh I love him honey... ohhh he's finger fucking me...oohh god I want their fingers too...oohh he's got it in my cunt right now...ooohhh god ooohh god he wants to let them...oohh god rub their naked cocks...oohhh god honey...on my naked skin."
"Can they see your tits now?"
"Only by seeing through my top. You picked this sheer one."
"Don't you like it?"
"You know I do...oohh god Dick move your finger faster...their eyes are burning my tits."
"Take it off for them."
"Ooohh god honey ok...oohh god Dick I love this...honey, it's in my purse."
"You hold your skirt up so Dick can finger fuck you and feel your tits too."
"Ooohh god my nipples are so sensitive...oohh god Dick's touching them...he wants to let them come on my tits...ooohh damn this is good...he wants me to stroke their cocks honey...oohh god oohh Dick oohh god I love you oohhh god ooohhh honey ooohh I'm coming oohhh all these guys ooohh god honey they are watching me come ooohhh it's sooooo dirty."
Each of their dates was entirely based on sex. I loved selecting the clothes she would wear for each of her dates with Dick, and she never wore more than a skirt and top and two shoes. Sometimes she wore a dress and two shoes. The risk associated with the behavior I had already approved escalated each time. Their first date at Don's house had no likelihood anybody would catch them doing anything, but as their affair continued Dick would expose Charna in increasingly more public areas. Dick stripped Charna in buses, glass-enclosed hotel elevators, taxis, convenience stores, clubs, outdoor concerts, adult bookstores and theaters, college libraries, and of course in his car. She was almost always starkers when she was in his car, and he generally had a towel placed on her seat so she wouldn't discolor the fabric with her pussy juice.
He and the man he picked to share her with would fuck her in places where it became almost certain they would be seen. As their dating continued, it became unusual for her to return without telling me who had watched them while Dick and my other work colleague fucked her. Dick has a lot of performer in him, and Charna has a tremendous exhibitionistic streak in her. The nastier it gets when other people are seeing her, the more pleasure she feels. Each time she walked out the door I knew there was a decent chance both of them would end in jail, but the reward far exceeded the risk for all three of us. The risk was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
I always had the recorder ready when she was on a date with Dick, and I have many recordings of conversations I was having with her while somebody else was fucking her. Dick almost always made her talk to me on the phone while he fucked her. I bought him a speakerphone as a gift for his first date with her, so my recordings while she was on a date with Dick are great because I can hear both of them. He always plugged it in to any nearby phone jack if he could, and I always made Charna thank him for me because he was so considerate that way.
Of all the purchases I have ever made at anytime in my life, my cassette recorder, the speakerphones I gave Dick and the one in our bedroom, and Dick's camcorder gave me the best value for the money. Our marriage bed has been immeasurably more interesting because of these three technology marvels. Later in Dallas we added a cell phone to our technology kit, and Charna in sexy clothes plus these communications tools have enabled me to see, hear and feel her excitement in a realistic way. I love being able to so closely share the great sex my wife, who I couldn't possibly love more than I do, is getting outside her marriage bed.
She always returned home well fucked after a date with Dick, but she would still enjoy everything I could give her. I would fuck her for as long as I could keep going, and if I could have gone longer she would have loved it. Dick always kept her overnight, and she always had come in her cunt from Dick and at least one other guy. While I fucked her, she would relate how the men on her date had used her cunt and her mouth. If Don had been the other man Dick had given her cunt to, she brought the pictures home with her. She always brought the videotape with her, and I made copies for Dick and whoever else had fucked her.
For Christmas during our second year of marriage, I gave each of the guys who had fucked her a framed, signed photograph. Each photograph showed Charna sitting beside my work colleague or my longtime friend. Charna was totally naked with her pussy spread and my friend was the only other person in the picture. My friends were fully clothed sitting next to her, sometimes feeling her tit and sometimes not. One picture was taken in a hospital waiting room, one with them sitting on a park bench. Others were taken in a bar booth, in a taxicab, on a bus, at a bus stop, in a train station, in an office building lobby, in the front row of a college lecture hall, in a tree house, in the cab of an 18-wheeler, and in the lobby of an X-rated theater. Charna wrote a very personal note on each one, and each note personally thanked them for the pleasure she had received from the fucking she had been lucky enough to receive from them. She signed them all, "Kirk's wife, Charna." Several of these were prominently displayed on desks at work
Only one of the guys I worked with became a problem. He was a little weasel anyway and I don't know why Dick let him fuck her. He was the latest one Dick had let fuck her, with my grudging approval, and I had just given the Christmas photos to everybody when he started in on me. He said anybody must be able to fuck her better than I could, and if she was his wife he wouldn't let her fuck around. I said he was full of shit and told him to cool it. When he didn't, I decked him and went into his office to pick up the picture I had just given him. It was the only time I ever talked to Dick directly about the way he could use Charna, but I told him that chicken shit little bastard was not to ever get near her again. He never did. All the rest of the guys at work loved fucking my wife and some of them even thought our marriage lifestyle was cool. All of them knew both Charna and I got off by them fucking her so much. As long as the comments didn't insult Charna, I loved overhearing conversations about how they had used her pussy. They knew I told Charna what they said at work, so they often spoke loudly when they wanted me to tell her very specific nasty things. I always did because it turned Charna on so much. They knew Charna told me about them too, and sometimes she would come home from a date with specific comments she had been directed to relay to me. It was all about sexual pleasure and good-natured fun, and since we all enjoyed it...well, where was the harm?
I'm sure some of the guys that might have liked to fuck her didn't even try because they were not outgoing enough or they were already married or even (yikes) their religious beliefs were strong enough to avoid the temptation. She didn't have to worry about pencil dicks or limp, floppy cocks because the guys that owned them would have to live down the picture proof at work. Everybody knew Dick was the gatekeeper to Charna's pussy; and that in order to be allowed to fuck her the price was being photographed.
We had discovered the magazines Gallery and Variations during the time we were engaged, and our interest continued to escalate in the early part of our marriage. We loved reading the stories about wives being fucked by other men. We also loved looking at the "Girl Next Door" photographs in Gallery, and we both enjoyed many orgasms while talking about submitting her pictures so millions of men could beat off seeing her beautiful shaved cunt. On her eighth date with Dick, he questioned her about whether she would like to have her naked picture in a dirty magazine. She eventually admitted we had spoken often about it and that we both loved the idea. Dick was a man who got things done, and within a week he had made her ask for my permission, then he submitted a set of 30 pictures to Gallery. The tamest had her fully open while cupping her tits, the rawest showed her fucking Don. Three months later her tamest picture was in Gallery, but it was still the hottest picture in that issue. The caption by the picture said, "Charna, photographed by her lover and her husband's best friend, Dick."
After their twelfth date, while I was in her, she said, "Dick wants...oohh god honey this is sooo nasty...he wants all your friends to be able to use your wife's cunt...ooohhh god I'm his slut and your wife...he wants to let them use my cunt...ooohh honey fuck my cunt...can they use my cunt anytime they want? He wanted me to ask you...ooohhh god honey what are you going to say...oooohhh god oohhh will you give your permission for them to come over anytime...ooohhh god fuck me fuck me...whenever they want to fuck me."
"Not while I'm there...uuunnnggg damn...and not on weekends... And no new guys... uunngg your cunt is so tight...and you have to stay naked all the time... and you can't go anywhere with them...uunnnngg god I'll come home everyday to a full pussy...and you have to turn on the cassette recorder each time...uunngg you're going to be getting fucked all the time. Call Dick and tell him."
Charna had Dick on the line in less than a minute. "Dick honey, Kirk said ok...Ooohhhh god ooohhh honey fuck me ooohh god I love your cock... You can tell all of them they can come over to fuck me whenever they want...Ooohh Dick honey I'll finally get enough of your cock. You'll come over to fuck me a lot won't you?...Oohhh god I'll be getting fucked so much. I love their cocks...that's it pinch my nipples hard...ooohh for god's sake oohhh honey oooohhhh god ooohhh ooohhhh ooohhh it's so nasty oooohhh god I'm coming oooohh god oooohhh ooohhh I love the way you oohhh god fuck me."
Sure enough, until we moved to Dallas my friends would show up anytime that I was gone. Our office was an engineering office, and most of us were professional engineers. Every one of the guys Dick had let fuck my beautiful wife was an engineer, so it wasn't difficult for them to leave for an hour during the day. Our working hours were somewhat discretionary, and since Don was our section manager and he liked to "visit" my wife as much as anybody, Charna's cunt was exercised several times each workday. Since I was usually home on the weekends, her cunt was comparatively rested—albeit undoubtedly unwillingly—two days per week unless Dick took her out on a date. I usually fucked her twice on Saturday and twice on Sunday, but she was becoming accustomed to much more.
When it first started I wondered if she could take the pounding. When we moved I wondered if she actually had a limit to her lust. Whatever anatomical organ produces pussy juice must have been quadruple sized in Charna. If there was ever a girl that the word insatiable applied to, Charna was that girl. In that four-month period, except for weekends, I never fucked her without another load in her cunt. We fucked at least twice a day, and while we fucked I would find out whose sperm my cock was using as a lubricant. We would listen to the cassettes as I fucked her, and she would add her own commentary.. Sometimes they would be there in pairs, and she loved giving head while being fucked. Toward the end it became the norm for all six of my colleagues to show up at different times every day. She always let them in while she was nude, she stayed nude, and she let them out while she was nude. She was still nude when I got home, and she wouldn't shower until after I fucked her. I liked smelling her, feeling her, hearing her, seeing her and tasting her after her daily fucks with my friends.
Despite the fun we had in Denver, there was no doubt my career goals were being adversely affected by our brand of recreational sex. I knew we couldn't stay in Denver, so a friend and I had submitted a business plan to open a structural engineering firm in Dallas. While in college, he and I had talked about opening a firm someday, and he had moved to Dallas right after graduation. He had contacted me to say he was ready, and when I responded favorably it didn't really take that long for it to happen.
Once I had given notice and they all knew their great piece of ass was on her way out of town, the entire office was in shock. Dick asked Charna to ask me if he could use her cunt on my last day of work. Dick had also given notice, but he wasn't moving to Dallas. He was headed for Silicon Valley. He told her he wanted to throw an "office party" for all her "intimate acquaintances". She also said he had requested that I let him do all the planning and that we trust him. He said he wanted it to be a surprise for Charna, but since neither Charna nor I would know it would be a surprise for both of us. I immediately approved his request, and then I told Charna I was almost sure she was going to be gangbanged. She loved the idea, and each night when I fucked her she would make guesses as to what Dick had planned for her cunt.
Dick and all my other friends were gone from the office much more than usual that last month before we left, and each night I would find out they had been to our apartment. I was walking down the hall one day and I was sure I heard Charna's voice in Walt's office. I opened the door and both Walt and Scott were talking to Charna—on Walt's speakerphone. It didn't take long to figure out that somebody was fucking her at the time. I could have recognized the moans and oh gods from Mars, and it was evident that this conversation was exciting for all of them. I entered without invitation and quietly listened. Don was fucking Charna at my apartment on my wedding bed using my speakerphone and Don was using my wife's cunt as the three of us listened. I was immediately hard. Walt and Scott were actively questioning Charna, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she was forced to undergo this confession of sin. Don wasn't much of a talker, so the conversation consisted of Charna describing what Don was doing to her, how good it felt, how good it felt when Walt or Scott fucked her, etc. This was the standard banter I loved when I fucked her, but this time there was an added edge because Walt and Scott were constantly asking specific and very pointed questions using all the nasty words she loved so much. As soon as Don exploded his seed into Charna's cunt, by which time she had willingly confessed to three powerful orgasms, Walt and Scott said they were on the way. As they walked out the door, I thought this company might have gone under if I hadn't decided to move Charna away.
That night I listened to the cassette she had recorded when Don fucked her as she talked to Walt and Scott. I told her I had listened at the office, and that I wanted her to call me from now on—I could inform everybody so we could all listen. For about the last three weeks we were in Denver, she would call me a couple of times per day while she was being fucked and I would connect any of the six who answered yes to the question, "Charna's on line 3. Can you pick up?" We didn't get any work done while she was being fucked, and I throbbed from hearing her and all the comments being made while she was getting it. I had been stimulated by Charna's verbalization for a long time, and I think each of my co-workers were beginning to understand how exciting it could be to listen to somebody get fucked. We all love to watch Charna, and there is no doubt she is one of the most beautiful women in the world, but the enthusiasm and passion in her verbal accounts of fucking were so unique as to be singular. Each of them talked to her about the big party while they fucked her, but except for Dick—who wouldn't tell—none of them knew any more than Charna and I did.
Dick asked me directly if I was worried about burning bridges before I left. His question was somewhat work related, but I knew it didn't have anything to do with work—it had to do with Charna. I knew the answer he wanted, and since it was also more truthful than not, I said the company would never give me a good recommendation so he could do whatever he wanted. He replied that he was in the same boat, which I knew wasn't true, but I also knew he could write his own ticket he was such a great engineer. I played along with his game. Whatever it was, I knew Charna would love it. He handed me the clothes Charna had worn the night Dick first fucked her—the clothes he had kept on the rear view mirror in his car since. He requested me directly to have her wear them to the office about noon on Friday. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I knew all six of my work buddies who regularly fucked Charna were taking Friday afternoon off, supposedly to give me a going away party. Since I wasn't invited to go anywhere and because there was never any effort to prevent me from overhearing anything about Charna, I knew they were actually going to take Charna out on a date. All of them. Dick had been planning the night for a month, and I knew that she would come home with a full pussy and some great stories.
I told Charna to be especially exhibitionistic in my office—to let the people I work with see how slutty she could be. There wasn't much that could be done to her blouse to make her tits any more obvious—after all, it was extremely sheer and her tits were on full display when she wore it. Alterations could be made on her wrap-around skirt, however, and I asked her to take it to a tailor to 'let her show more.' I was leaving because of the wall put up preventing advancement, and that wall was placed there not because of my job performance, but rather because of my wife's sex life. If I was being hung for a horse thief, well ... you know.
Charna was as beautiful than any actress or a model I have ever seen, so when she walked into the office about 11:45 I could see shock, lust, awe and jealousy reflected in every eye. Her tits were clearly visible beneath her sheer blouse, and her nipples were fully erect. In the two years we had known each other, her tits had gone from a B cup to a C cup without losing any firmness. When she had given it to Dick, her wrap-around skirt enabled her to show off her pussy if she really tried. After the alterations, her skirt enabled her to hide her pussy if she really tried. She didn't try. When she walked, her shaved pussy was easily visible every other step. Her hair was beautifully done, she had on a nice pearl necklace (I thought to myself that it might be, as referenced by ZZ Top, the first of many), her high heels were thin and tall, and her perfume was powerfully appealing. She was a wet dream realized.
She strutted up the hall and went into the office of each guy whose prick had been repeatedly inside her cunt. Several of us followed, and we watched her give her usual open-mouthed kiss and full-body embrace to each of them. Walt openly grabbed her tits while she kissed him and she just kept on kissing for as long as he felt her up. There were probably 10 guys following her from office to office when the weasel, and that was the name I always called him even to his face, came out of his office to see if he could join in all the fun. I told him to get in his office and stay there until she was gone or I would hurt him worse than the last time. He slithered back into his hole.
Dick's office was the last she entered. He greeted her with his typical passionate French kiss, and Charna's returned his kiss with the fervor she reserved for Dick only. Their cock to cunt height match enabled them to dry fuck in a manner that was nearly unique to them, and they put that capability on display for all of their audience. Charna's arms were around Dick's neck, and Dick's hands were pulling Charna's ass onto his hard on with strength. Her legs were spread about a foot, and I knew her cunt was grinding on his erection. I had listened to her admission that Dick was her favorite dance partner many times. It had nothing to do with his rhythm or his coordination, it had to do with his ability to make my wife orgasm by dry fucking her on the dance floor. Charna's breathing had quickened considerably, her moans of pleasure became more soulful, and her movements had become more urgent when Dick quit kissing her to whisper in her ear.
She turned to face us, then stripped her top off and handed it to Dick. He stepped behind her and whispered in her ear again. She moaned, then she began to caress her tits. He continued to whisper and she continued to moan. She was pinching and pulling her nipples vigorously when he whispered something that made her stop. The only word I could decipher was cunt, and Dick pronounced it very distinctly. He backed away as she moaned "Oooohhh yessss, yessss." She unbuttoned the one button on her skirt and handed it to Dick. He again moved behind her to whisper in her ear. I finally noticed Walt was using Dick's camcorder, the one I had given him as a present to myself, when Charna backed up to Dick's desk.
As Charna sat down, she looked at me with passion and love. I believe I was the only one out of the crowd that was seeing her eyes, so probably nobody else saw her mouth "I love you." I knew her cunt was drenched because of all the male eyes on it even before she reclined on her elbows and brought her heels up on the desk. She momentarily brought each leg up to remove her high heels, then placed her bare feet on the edge of the desk. Her cunt was projected as far toward us as it would go while still keeping her feet on the desk and her legs were spread almost to a full split position. She was sopping wet and I could see her squeezing and clenching her pussy at a pace that would match a typical fucking rhythm. She was watching our eyes, and I watched her eyes search out the focus of each one of us. I knew she was seeing the lust each of us had to feel, and because I knew her so well I knew she was precariously perched on the edge of an orgasm from seeing so many eyes focused on her cunt.
Dick slid his chair to the side of the desk so our view of her entire naked body would be unimpaired. He sat in the chair and whispered in her ear. The index finger from each of her hands gently pulled the lips to her cunt wider so we could see inside her fuck hole quite far. Dick whispered again, and she began to masturbate, first gently and them with more urgency. Dick continued to whisper, then reached under her knee to put two fingers up her cunt. She continued to massage around her clit, and as he whispered he began to finger fuck her harder and harder. The intensity of her moans and the accounts of the pleasure he was providing matched the vigor of his fingers, and it couldn't have been more than a minute after he started to finger fuck her before she exploded.
"Ooohhh god Dick ooohh I love this ooohhh god I'mmmm coming ooohhh god I love their eyes oooohhh aahhh that's it finger fuck my cunt ooohhh god ooohhh I love it when you make me do nasty things ooohh god oooohhh aahhh.
He kept whispering in her ear the entire time he fingered her snatch. The only time I had seen her finger fucked in real life was in our apartment when Dick brought her home after the first night he fucked her. That was private. This was close—no more than 5 feet separated my eyes from her cunt being finger fucked. I was rock hard and she looked ripe for the plucking right where she was.
Dick must have been a mind reader. He said, "Kirk, she's all ready to be fucked. I've got my camera ready and a ton of film. Walt's going to keep running the camcorder. It's your turn to let us see you fuck her. This is one of her surprises. She loves to have an audience when somebody fucks her. Use your wife's cunt the way she likes us to use it."
I grabbed her hand and slowly walked her down the hall toward the weasel's office. Several hands took liberties with her exposed skin as she passed, and she slowed down so she could enjoy it even longer. Some of the hands touching her most intimately were wearing wedding rings, and I felt a jolt as I saw a wedding band disappear into Charna's cunt. I let them have a pretty good feel, then gently pulled her away. I swung the weasel's door open and told him to sit quietly. I swept his desk clear and laid Charna back on the desk. "Charna, get in the same position you were in on Dick's desk." Then I told the weasel, "Don't touch. Don't talk." as I stripped totally naked. I was springboard stiff. I glanced to insure Dick was photographing everything, then slid smoothly into Charna's cunt.
"Uuunngg damn your cunt's so hot its burning my cock." I wanted them to hear as well as see how I fucked my wife.
"Ooohhh god honey fuck me...ooohh fuck your nasty wife's cunt."
"Dick's right. You like letting them...uuunngg...letting them watch me fuck you, don't you." I'm not a performer, and I would have preferred fucking her in our bed. I did owe it to all of them, however, because I had seen photos of all of them as they fucked her.
"Oooohhhh honey you know I do. I've wanted you to fuck me in front of them for a long time...ooohhh god honey I love your cock ...oohhh god I love their eyes on me."
"What about Dick's camera?...uunngg...he's taking fuck pictures he'll show everybody." I would at least get to see how I looked when I fucked my beautiful wife.
"Ooooohhhhh honey ooohhh he always...oohh god stroke harder ... oohhh god I'm so bad but I love how he passes them around. These guys have probably all seen pictures of different guys fucking me." I could guarantee it.
"Everybody who works here has seen many pictures...uuunngg damn I love to fuck you...of you being fucked. A lot of them have...uunngg damn your cunt is soaked...they've done more than see guys fuck you...uunngg they've put their cocks inside your cunt." A mental image of other guys fucking her while I fucked her was commonplace. Having those other guys watch me wasn't. That was Charna's fantasy.
"Mmmmm honey they're great...ooohh god I love the way you fuck me ...ooohhh that's it pinch my nipples hard...ooohhh god oohh I love the way each of them fucks me...aaahhh I think they're going to fuck me today." I did too, but we still didn't know anything. Dick could keep a secret.
"Yeesss, I hope so...uunngg I am so turned on...every one of them is going to fuck you. Where are they going to...uunnngg...fuck you?" I knew she didn't know, as did all the guys dating her later, but most of her audience had no idea what was on her agenda for the night. They didn't even know she was going to leave with them and not me.
"Ooohhh god honey oohh I don't know...ooohhh god fuck me...I don't know anything about today."
I had been standing next to the desk while Charna lay atop it. Dick directed us to change position. I pulled her to her feet, then bent her over so her elbows were on the weasel's desk. She was facing him, and her face was only a couple of feet from his. I could see his eyes focused on her tits so I knew Charna could too. If he would have bent forward in his chair he could have kissed her while he felt her tits. I felt justifiable pleasure from the torture I was subjecting him to. I entered her cunt doggy style.
"Do you like not knowing?...uunnngg damn your cunt is wet...they could do anything they want to you." I had mixed feelings. I guess, if I had been forced to choose, that I would have preferred to know.
"Mmmm I don't know...ooohh your cock is so hard...I have been having all sorts of dreams about tonight...ooohhh god fuck me hard." It did do that. The unknown always brought sexy dreams.
"You could ask your date...uunngg god I love getting you dressed to go out with Dick...ask him what plans he has for your cunt." If there was ever a time he would spill the beans, this was it.
Dick and Walt were moving around so they could get the best camera angles with the available lighting. Dick was standing by the weasel when she asked Dick about his plans for her, "Oooohhh god ooohh honey fuck me...oohh god Dick, how are you going to use my cunt today?"
"Don't worry darlin' you'll love it. We are going to use your cunt over and over and over. And your cock loving lips. Lots of people will watch us fuck your smooth cunt, and the cameras will videotape your cunt so your husband and millions of others can see his friends fuck you again."
"Ooohhh god fuck me fuck me ooohh god I love your cock in my cunt...oohhh Dick honey I love the way you talk to me...ooohhh god honey that's it rub my clit... ooohhh honey don't you love how Dick talks to me?" Actually, I did. I loved it because he was able to talk her into more orgasms and more pleasure than any man ever had. I wanted her to experience the maximum possible pleasure in this life.
"Uunnngg I do...he knows exactly what to say...uuunngg your cunt is so tight and hot...your cunt starts dripping as soon as you hear his voice." It did. Pavlov's dogs salivated when they heard a bell. Charna's cunt dripped when she heard his voice.
"Ooohhh god it does...fuck me oohh my god fuck my cunt...aahhh your cock feels sooo good...I love your cock honey." Twist that knife in your gut, weasel. It was my ultimate answer to his contention that 'anybody must be able to fuck your wife better than you can'. I watched his face turn redder and redder as she spoke the music to my ears just a couple of feet from his face.
"You love any...uunngg damn you're tight...love any cock in your cunt...not just mine... Uuuunnnngg... right?" I didn't know about any cock, but she sure liked nearly all of those that had been inside her juicy cunt.
"Ooohhh honey yesss oohh god yes I like all cocks... Ooohh god stroke long strokes ooohhh god I love this...you are sooo big...ooohhh god do you know where they are taking me honey?" We had already done this.
"Nooo...uunngg it's a mystery date...uunngg with 6 guys...they might all have their hard cocks...uunngg I'm almost there slow down... all their cocks touching you at the same time." My fantasy was revealed. I was perilously close to the brink of orgasm.
"Ooohhh god honey oohhh I'mmmm coming ooohhh god ooohh god you're so deep ooohhh god and so thick oooohhh god...that's it pinch my nipples...ooohhh honey harder fuck me harder oohh this is soooo good." Those in the audience who had already fucked her knew this was a typical vocalization when my wife came, but I'm sure the rest of them had fantasy material while they fucked their wives or girlfriends for months.
I had occasionally watched the weasel since he was right in front of me. He was squirming as he peered intently at Charna. It served him right.
"I'm going to let...uunngg you are the hottest piece of ass ever...do any of you guys want to feel my wife up now? Uuunngg hold on I want to make it easier" I pulled out and stood Charna up. "Let me get on the desk. You can ride my cock." Dick wasn't the only one who could direct this mini-production.
I flopped onto my back and she climbed on the desk, then lowered herself onto my prick. I didn't have anything to push off of with my feet so she was going to have to fuck me—she was the rider and my prick was almost like an inanimate dildo. She was facing all the guys inside the weasel's office as she slid onto my prick, so every inch of her gorgeous face and body was visible to every eye in the room except the weasel's. He got to see her back..
"Ask them to feel you up Charna." I especially wanted the guys who hadn't fucked my wife to get a chance to touch her. She was so responsive and so smooth, her tits and cunt were so gorgeous, and her entire body was so perfect that I wanted them to have one chance in their lives to touch perfection.
"Don, will you...ooohhh god honey I love riding your big cock...Don will you pinch my nipples?...ooohhh god this is my favorite thing in the world...oohh god honey I love feeling your cock stroke in my cunt...oohh god oohh I love fucking your cock."
"It's my favorite thing...uunngg your cunt is soooo hot...that's it Don make her nipples tingle...uunngg she can come by nipple stimulation only...do you guys know how sensitive her tits are?" Some of them, maybe even most of them, had at least heard the stories.
"Ooohhh god Don honey ooohh that feels wonderful...ooohh god honey his hands are the best...oohh god they can all see your cock pumping my twat...oohhh ooohhh you like it when they see me don't you?" We had already touched that base too. She was the one that kept the running commentary, and if it had been me I probably would have said stuff like 'I love your cunt' and 'I love to fuck your cunt' about 50 redundant times.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Charna...uunngg your cunt is so smooth...it would be a crime if others couldn't see your beauty. Don't all you guys think she is beautiful?" Shit. Class, all together now. I knew there was a reason I didn't like performing.
There was a chorus of consent. "Ooohhh honey I love letting them see me ooohh god this is so nasty...ooohhh god ooohhh Scott will you rub my clit while Kirk fucks me?"
"You guys who haven't fucked my wife, come on over and help...uunnngg this will be a good day for you...uunngg god that's it touch her everywhere...uunnngg damn babe I'm ready...uunngg ride me hard."
"Ooohhh god honey I love their hands and their eyes all over me...oohhh god honey you're sooo hard...oohhh god ooohhh god oohhh ohhh ooohhhh god I'mmmm coming oooohhh god honey oohh your cock ooohhh that's it come in me ooohhh god I can feel you shooting in me oohh oooohhh I love it."
I grunted through my come. Dick didn't give us much time to relax in the afterglow of a fine climax. They all helped her up and she dropped her blouse over her head, buttoned the one button on her skirt, and strapped on her high heels. Walt handed me the videotape, then she and her entourage unhurriedly departed. I went to my office. I was just sort of daydreaming when I looked down at the street. All seven of them got into a limousine. I made a wish of love as I watched the limousine pull out. I wanted her cunt to be filled over and over—filled to the point where she eventually felt she didn't want to be fucked any more. I was convinced she had never reached that point in her young life
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