MILF Sluts Chapter 01 - Forced Gangbang Fantasy For My Wife

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My name is Ken.

And right now I’m doing my most favorite thing in the whole wide world.

Eating my wife’s pussy.

We were in our marital bed and Julia had her legs clamped tight around my head. I was intoxicated with the scent of her arousal. That, coupled with her sweet, delicious moans drove me mad with lust.

But still, I want to make my wife scream in ecstasy before I indulge myself.

I ran my tongue up and down her slit, drinking in her sweet nectar.

My tongue encircled the hard little nub at the top and she mewled in response, digging her fingers into my hair. It hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, the kind that tells me I’m doing it so right.

“That’s so good,” she cried.

I groaned into her cunt, redoubling my efforts.

Then I use my hands. My fingers slide into her with no resistance; she was so aroused. The other hand caressed her firm abdominal tummy. Julia was a hiking instructor, so she constantly worked out this hard body of hers. I would’ve stayed there but I wanted more. My hands grabbed more than a handful of her obscenely huge tits. I tugged at a gumdrop hard nipple and she moaned in response.

“Oh fuck baby, keep doing that,” she begged.

We’ve been married for a good few years now. We’re both engaged in our careers. Hers was her hiking business and I was a business analyst. Okay, not the most glamorous job in the world, but the money is good.

My fingers twisted into a ‘come hither’ motion and rubbed against her G-spot, the way I knew would push her over. She clamped down and bucked her hips into my mouth.

“Oh god! I’m cumming!”

Her entire body tensed. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her aching pussy as her orgasm travelled through her entire body, starting from her core and right to the tips of her fingers.
Eventually her climax subsided and her body relaxed, sinking back into the bed.

I climbed up to meet her lips with a kiss.

“That was lovely, thank you,” she said, smiling at me.

I gave her a hug and my cock throbbed against her thigh.

She raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“Very much so.”

Without waiting any longer, I climbed on top of my beautiful wife. I pushed her legs open with mine and I guided my cock towards her slit. I rubbed my cockhead against her inflamed lips and disappeared into her.

“God, that’s good,” I said.

“Uhuh. Its very nice, baby.”

I rocked my hips in at a steady pace, gyrating back and forth and letting my cock enjoy the hot, warm sensation of her pussy.

That’s the thing about Julia, she loved being eaten out, but when it comes to sex, it was just nice. Being a considerate husband, I needed to find out what made her tick.

“Honey, are there anything you want to do?”

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Do you have any fantasies you haven’t… tried yet?”

She chuckled and caressed my face. “Oh Ken, that’s very sweet of you, but it’s fine. I’m happy with what we’re doing.”

“Please be honest honey, I need to know. Sex is amazing for me…” I said and pushed my cock deeper into her, feeling the walls of her pussy milking me. “…but I need it to be amazing for you too. I promise I wouldn’t freak out.”

Julia bit her lower lip. She looked up as if deep in thought. I could almost see the gears cranking in her head, weighing out what to do.

“You promise you wouldn’t freak out? That you won’t think less of me?”

I chuckled and gave her a kiss. “Never, I promise I’ll be cool no matter what.”

I said that, but something churned in the pit of my stomach. I had a feeling her confession would change things, and I just unwittingly pried open Pandora’s box.

“I…” she breathed. “I always wondered what it’d be like to fuck a man.”

“If you didn’t notice, that’s what is happening right now,” I laughed.

“I mean… Another man.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry baby, is that too much?”

I kept on thrusting, but a cloud fogged in my head. “Yeah that’s fine,” I smiled. “So, was there any guy you had in mind?”

“No… but I always… wondered what it’d be like to try a black guy.”

“Oh god,” I blurted out. My cock pulsated at that. I never pictured Julia having sex before with another man, and I found the thought both infuriating and… arousing? Her pussy suddenly felt hotter, creamier. “You never been with a black guy before?”

I met Julia well after her college years. And I learned early on in my dating life to never ask a lady her conquests.

As if they’d tell the truth.

“So you imagine a black guy come take you out for dinner and then seduce you and then have sex?”

“Not quite,” she cooed. I noticed her hand drifted to her clit, teasing herself while I was fucking her.

“Then what?”

“I… Oh god, do you really want to know?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should stop.”

“No!” I blurted out. Something felt strange, more intense, more sensitive. Different. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest, I could hear it in my ears. “I’m okay. Please let’s carry on.”
“I fantasise about a big, strong black man storming in here… He doesn’t ask, baby. He takes me.”
“Oh god…” I gasped. I felt my cock twinge in her.

Like a true confessor, once she started, the words just tumbled out of her mouth. All the while, she kept playing with her clit.

“He wants to fuck me hard. And I wanted it baby. I wanted him to use me like a piece of meat.
He has a massive, hard cock and all he wants is to use my pussy to get himself off. He’d fuck me so good and he’d make me cum from it. Then he’d leave me, not even a thank you, just leave me on there like a cheap whore.”

“Julia…” A toxic pit bubbled inside me, yet I didn’t understand why it turned me on so much!

I always treated her with love and respect.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t cum when I made love to her.

She wanted it nasty. She wanted to be fucked.

“God, that’s so wrong,” I choked. “You want to be a slut?”

She moaned a loud out sensual sound. Something I haven’t heard before. “Yes.”

For some reason that made me want to fuck her even harder. I wanted to push my dick deep into her womb.

“You’d let another man… cum inside you?”

She tightened her hips around me, I sensed her toes curling. “Yes.”

“You’re such a slut,” I growled. I pumped even harder, pushing the moans out of her lips.

“Would you suck him off?”

“I’d let him do anything he’d want to me, baby.”

I groaned a deep, feral groan. All of a sudden, a need claimed me. I shoved my tongue into her open, gasping mouth, she went wide eyed. We were always sweet and gentle, and now I wanted to do more. It wasn’t really me. Something feral uncaged inside me, and I needed to establish my dominance over my slut wife. I pried her teeth apart and pushed in more, tasting her tongue. She moaned and kissed back at me.

“Fuck…” I rasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

“Me too baby!” My wife cried out and she bucked her hips and then she cried again, letting her orgasm take over.

I ejaculated inside her. Hot spurts of cum blasted deep inside her as she shuddered and trembled. I buried my face into her neck and nipped her, and she moaned in response.

Spent, I collapsed onto my wife and we spent several minutes not saying anything.

Julia never climaxed like that with me inside her before. She usually needed her toys to finish things off.

And I never experienced an orgasm quite like that before. It was so intense, so otherworldly.
Slowly, I eased myself out of my wife, unmindful that my cum bubbled out of her pussy and seeped down her slit and onto the bed. I rolled to the side.

“That… was intense,” I said.

She said nothing for a while and then she turned to get a better look at me.

“Sorry baby. I don’t want you to think less of me. It was just a fantasy.”

I wasn’t 100% of what to say to that.

“Its okay. I was the one who asked. If anything I should be grateful for your honesty.”

“It’s not like I’ll be going around finding other men to fuck.”

“I know. We’ll find one together.”

***

Its been a few days after our revelation.

Julia thought I went mad. At first she thought it was a test, that I was gauging how faithful she was to me. And I kept comforting her, making sure she understood that I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.

We made love a few more times after that day. And each time, in the throes of passion, I’d threw the idea out again, about her fucking another man. It was like adding a spice in our bedroom. It was a guaranteed sure thing for her orgasms.

It’d pushed buttons I never thought of before. She started cumming when I was inside her. Admit that is what she’d so desperately wanted.

And I got so fucking aroused from it.

Did I want to see my gorgeous wife get fucked by another man? I think so.

I didn’t know why, but it was what I wanted.

I delicately approached the issue. She relented at last. It wasn’t the fantasy that was the problem, it was the aftermath that was what she was afraid of. I reassured her again, which seemed like what I did more than anything lately. I told her that this is what we needed to keep the spark going in our relationship.

One evening after work, we trawled through the internet looking for someone suitable. I held her hand as we surfed several websites. We signed on websites looking for swingers and hot wives. It was like a new world to me. Before now, I was perfectly satisfied with my sex life. I assumed extracurricular activities were just excuses to legitimise cheating.

Loads of guys messaged us. Most of them were quite douchey; saying how much they wanted to fuck my wife although there were several nice guys.

But Julia wasn’t interested in them. Once she got round to the idea, she started getting more involved in the process. It was her fantasy after all, might as well let her get the most out of it.

We were like that for several nights, surfing unsuccessfully but at least it had an added benefit- Julia would end up so horny, she would want sex straight afterwards.

One day however, we received an email from a guy named Marco.

Marco said he thought Julia was gorgeous and he hoped he was suitable for what we were looking for. He had an image attached to the email and when we clicked on it, Julia’s mouth dropped.

Marco was from what I could tell, quite a tall black gentleman. He had an easy smile and was wearing a very well fitting suit. I could tell by the way Julia looked at him, that he was the one for her.

I typed a quick excited reply, that we were interested. He returned my message about an hour later.

We hit a slight financial roadblock.

Marco wasn’t just a guy looking for a fuck. He was a professional escort of sorts, specialising in role plays. He sent us a private, invitation only link to his website.

Christ.

It was a very tastefully made website. Marco was a premium member there and we had to pay to play.

I wanted to forget about it. I wasn’t going to pay a guy to fuck my gorgeous wife.

“Let’s find someone else,” I said.

“Baby, wait,” Julia replied. “At least check it out. I don’t think its a scam.”

I sighed and relented. I could never say no to my wife.

We looked deeper into it and learned that Marco offers an in depth fantasy package. That is, anything we want realised, he will assess and decide if he can provide.

I was taken aback at how professional he was. He wasn’t fazed at all when we explained what Julia wanted. He said he will get back to us in a few days with some ideas.

The sex that night was more intense than normal. Julia was practically expecting a good fucking from Marco and we haven’t agreed to anything yet!

After a few extremely long days, broken up with some lovely sex, Marco did indeed get back to us.

He offered an intense fantasy package. $1000.

I almost choked at the price tag.

But Julia didn’t seem to mind. We were making good money so the cost wasn’t her priority.
The experience was.

Truth be told, I didn’t know what to expect.

All we were told was to go to an address in the weekend and coordinate with Marco. He made it extremely clear, repeating himself several times that Julia is the one in complete control at all times. It was all her show. Not even I had that power, as far as Marco was concerned.

He told us Julia to remember the safe word, ‘Pineapple’ and the moment that word comes out of her mouth everything would end. Minus expenses, we would be refunded too. Completion of contract depended entirely on Julia’s satisfaction.

Marco certainly thought things through.

We were told to go to a cabin in a nearby mountainside.

Julia, being the resident mountaineer, knew the mountain; she even made a few climbs herself.

The cabin was a good hour’s ride by car, and then about two hours hiking up into the mountain. We started our journey late Saturday afternoon, after Julia returned from the gym. Despite having such a taxing job, Julia never missed the chance to stay in shape. We eased out of the city, and was caught by an unexpected build up of traffic on the highway. I flipped radio stations, alternating between music and local news. Most of it was boring, except for a police alert about criminals escaping from a prison van after an auto accident on a nearby highway. We didn’t make much of it, except to wonder if it was what contributed the longer than usual jam.

I took the earliest exit and weaved the car pass lesser known roads and we didn’t lose too much time before we got to the mountain range.

Julia parked the car at an inn at the base of hill. The owner Mr Jenkins, was an old friend of Julia’s grandad. He eeked out a successful business letting out rooms for prospective hikers and climbers who needed somewhere to stay and a safe place to park their vehicles. It was quiet this time of the year but Mr Jenkins had no qualms about letting us park in his lot for a few days.

Julia made small talk with him while I fired a quick message to Marco; everything is still as planned.

I had to admit, I was getting excited. I didn’t know what was in store for us exactly, but wondering made my cock throb.

After collecting our essential luggage for our weekend and for tracking, we set out for the mountain cabin.

The journey was a gentle trek along a beautiful creek. The evening was already set by the time we got there and surrounding woods were veiled in darkness. Despite the moon hanging in the sky, it was not always visible because of the thick brush. Along the way we passed by some other cabins belonging to other guides, but none showed any signs of use.
It was almost seven when we arrived.

Our cabin was the farthest away and the nearest neighboring building, which we passed, was a good half a mile before it.

I held my wife’s hand. “We can turn back, you know? We’ll rent one of Mr Jenkins’ rooms, rest up and head back tomorrow.

Julia’s eyes glazed over. She looked towards the cabin and then back at me.

“I want to.”

I nodded. Once we went in, there was no turning back.

Julia opened the cabin door and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful and rustic cabin. There was a fireplace in the living room area and a basic stove for cooking.

In an effort to attract more and more tourists, the local government installed electrical systems to all cabins. We didn’t have worry about not having power. However for hikers, beyond this point was pure wilderness. Tourists and explorers willing to stay in the mountains in the night had to travel with proper gear.

Julia asked me to collect some fresh water from the creek. I took a flask and went out for water. I took a Julia went to take in the surroundings. I felt at peace when I was in the wilderness like this. The air felt crisp and the gentle lullaby of the creek soothed my soul. The temperature dropped quickly so I filled my flask and returned to the cabin.

We had a simple dinner, which we had brought with us. There was no bed so we unzipped our sleeping bags. It kind of made sense, this cabin was more of a way station for hikers, not for staying in for long periods of time.

Someone knocked the door. Julia and I looked at each other.

This was it.

“Who is it?” I shouted.

The door knocked, each time it rapped, pangs of excited anticipation travelled through me.
Julia nodded and signaled me to open the door. I left my sleeping bag and headed to door.
As soon as my shadow danced over the door, the door slammed in and I was thrown on the floor. Julia cried out. I looked up and two men appeared before me. The first one was mountain of a man. He easily filled the frame of the door and had to duck his head to come inside. He his body filled out his outfit.

And he was black.

In real life, he was a lot bigger than I expected.

Marco.

The second guy looked younger. He looked about the age to start college or something. They smiled at us with cruel grins. Both were in orange coveralls. A tendril of fear creeped down my spine- guys in prison movies wore coveralls like that.

Marco was holding a revolver in his hand, the muzzle pointed towards us, and the other was a white guy was casually playing with a small knife. It glinted menacingly in the light of the cabin.

“Hello,” The Marco said. “You guys on vacation?”

No one spoke a word.

Julia and I both were frozen stiff.

It took a moment for me to gather myself. This was part of the game. We paid Marco and his associate $1000 to role play as escaped convicts, to come and claim my wife. All Julia had to do was utter the safe word, and all this will stop.

“Brett,” Marco said. “Check that they’re not hiding any weapons.”

“Sure, boss.” Brett rifled through our bags. After he made a mess our belongings, he pointed towards our hiking gear. “They’re clean, but that stuff looks strange.”

“That’s our hiking gear.” Julia replied. “We came here to climb the mountain.”
Marco didn’t reply, instead he went to the gear, grabbed it, and thrown it outside.

“You can get it, when we’re gone.” He turned to his accomplice. “Check their body.”

Without a word, Brett was onto me. He patted down my whole body, he was rush and thorough, like he done this a thousand times before. He looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. I tried not to flinch; he smelled like sweat; must’ve been from the exertion of climbing up here. Satisfied with me, he turned his attention to Julia.

Julia swallowed a gulp and she looked at me. Otherwise, she made no sign to show she wasn’t happy.

Brett wasted no time running his hands all over her body. He went from her toes up to to her hips. He was taking his sweet ass time too. He rubbed his hands along Julia’s thighs, deliberately feeling her soft flesh. Julia gasped.

I waited for her, any sign and we’ll stop this. Her face seemed flushed. I could tell that she was enjoying it.

Marco pointed the pistol at me and had his head turned towards my wife. “You move, sugar. And I’ll blow the head off this loser. Who’s he, your husband?”

The gun was so close to my face, I could see the orange tip of the gun. I sighed visibly. For a split second, I assumed it was a real gun. Marco and his friend had gone all out for this ‘performance’.

Julia went rigid. Her throat tightened and she nodded her head.

“Don’t try to be a hero and you’ll live. Misbehave and your husband will eat a bullet.”

Brett was too busy groping Julia’s body. His hands ran all over Julia’s curves, his fingers were like filthy tentacles probing every soft nook and cranny of her body. His hand cupped the mound between her legs, forcing a gasp out of her. He gleefully rubbed his hand over her crotch. Then he reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing them tightly. He caressed Julia’s shoulder before running down and mauling her big, heavy breasts.

Waves of jealousy lashed through me as I watch another man touch my wife like this.

He grabbed her boobs with his both hands and pinched them so hard that Julia cried out.

“You searched enough,” Marco chuckled.

“Aww shucks.” Brett relented. His eyes glazed over with feral excitement; his breathing was rapid and erratic, he was lusting after my wife.

“Boss, I think it’d be wise to rid them of their clothes.” He looked at Marco. “They won’t get far being butt naked in the cold.”

Marco spat. “Don’t beat about the bush. Just say you wanna see this bitch naked.” Marco smiled at us. “You heard him. Now do as he says… take off your clothes.”

Cold fear ran down my spine. I knew we were no match for them. But I had to do something. I can’t let them defile Julia. Or did I?

Julia shot me a look. She was acting like the worried hostage but there was something else too. I think she was enjoying this scenario.

I remembered that me saying ‘pineapple’ wouldn’t necessary stop things. It was all in her power.

Julia started removing her clothes. She unbuckled her belt and after unbuttoning, pulled off her shorts, giving me partial glimpses of her pink panties, which was hidden under the tails of her shirt. Then she removed her shirt and let it all fall to the floor. I stood there mouth agape. A mixture of fear and excitement pooled in my gut. I’m used to seeing her body around the house, but never like this. This felt completely different Julia used her arms to uselessly cover up her bra covered breasts and groin.

The other guys were eating up the sight too. The swells her breasts heaved up and down, she shivered slightly maybe from the cold or the blatant attention her body was getting. I felt shame burn on ends of my earlobes, I didn’t want to be lumped in with these guys but I couldn’t stop myself from drinking in her alluring body either.

“That too, honey,” Brett said, licking his cracked lips. He tilted his prop knife towards my throat, waving it just below my chin as if to drive home the point.

Julia didn’t any encouragement; she hooked her hands around her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her massive tits bounced back to life from the unexpected freedom. They swayed side by side in a way that went straight to my dick.

My throat felt dry and I swallowed. She then hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and rolled it downwards to her knees and then kicked them off her feet. She stood there in all her perfect nakedness, completely exposed to three sets of hungry eyes.


I wanted to turn away from her, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing my naked wife. I was spellbound. I forced myself to turn away, but my eyes continued to steal glances of Julia’s gorgeous body. This was the first time I saw Julia completely naked for other men. The realization drawn a groan out of me, desperate and full of need. My stomach churned with lust and jealousy, she was mine, I didn’t want her being ‘enjoyed’ by these bastards.

Her breasts were full and voluptuous, dark areola dusted around thick mouth-watering nipples. A dark brown thatch of nicely trimmed hair sat below her belly button and disappeared down between a juicy pair of creamy thighs, making a perfect vee. I felt the gentle stirring between my legs that was slowly solidifying into aching hardness. I felt so ashamed of lusting after Julia like this, despite being in such a ‘terrifying’ situation.

I remembered that I was not alone. Brett ordered me to strip. I didn’t resist. One by one, I removed my shirt, shorts, vests and underwear. I was self-conscious that Julia would notice my throbbing erection, worried that she thought less of me enjoying such a scenario. Brett grabbed our clothes and threw them out of the cabin. We were completely naked in front of them.

The cabin was deathly silent. Julia’s naked beauty was so enthralling that both of them must’ve momentarily forgot why they were here in our cabin. Their eyes feasted the on display before them; their eyes wide open with lust and excitement.

I tried to keep my head down, my eyes were constantly trying to steal a good look of her, and Julia caught me. Julia must’ve felt our eyes gazing her lustfully because her face reddened. She stood there, no longer trying to cover her private parts.

“Oh my,” Marco hissed, his eyes was fixated on Julia’s pussy. “You are really a masterpiece, sweetness.”

Brett stirred ,no longer able to wait anymore. He opened the front of his prison coveralls and a sizable cock on peeked out from the opening. He was jerking his cock, his face taut with need.

Julia looked at him. Her lips parted only slightly, but I caught her tongue subtlely lick her lips.

Suddenly, Brett charged towards Julia. She gasped out as the breath got knocked out of her, Brett pinning her to the wall. His fingers pawed her pussy, rubbing his digits coarsely along the length of her slit. I saw her lips opening under his assault. Brett’s face was stiff with exhilaration. His cock ground against the side of her thighs. One hand groped Julia’s pussy, the other grabbed her ass, pulling her close to him, not letting her escape.

A bile of jealousy bubbled in my throat, I was going to grab him, consequences be damned, but Julia’s eyes pleaded with me. She didn’t want me to stop this. My fingers dug sharply into my palms.

Julia then groaned. He forced two of his fingers buried inside her pussy, burying them all the way up to his knuckles. Brett didn’t seem to pay any attention to her and he pumped his fingers in and out of her ferociously.

The room was filled with the sound of the Marco snickering and the sound of the schluck, schluck, schlucking of Brett’s fingers invading Julia’s cunt. She couldn’t help but moan. First her face was rigid and tight, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Then she cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure. Was she aroused? There was no way she’d be enjoying this. My hands cupped my groin in a half assed attempt to hide my erection.

“She’s so fuckin’ wet.” The room was filled with the lewd sounds of him finger fucking my wife.

“She’s a dirty bitch is what she is,” Marco sneered. “You haven’t had a real man for while I bet.”

“S-shut up,” Julia snapped. Marco only widened his smile in response.

Brett buried his face over Julia’s breast and sucked in a nipple. He wasn’t gentle like me. Roughly chewing at Julia’s tits, his mouth made messy, slurping sounds with every stroke of his fluttering tongue, drowning her breasts in his filthy saliva. His fingers pumped mercilessly in and out of her and her hands braced against his wrist, futile trying to hold back the onslaught. Every time his fingers pulled back, copious amounts of my wife’s nectar would come out with him.

My god, she never been this wet for me.

Marco’s face was tight with lust. He only watched up to this point. While keeping an eye on me, he undid his coveralls and let it slide off his body. He was in nothing but a pair of briefs, which failed to hide his tenting hardness.

I swallowed. I never seen a man this well built in my life. Every inch, every part of him was hardened, solid muscle. I thought I was relatively fit, joining my wife on the odd hiking adventure, but I was nothing compared to him.

Marco’s body was built like a warriors.

He put his fingers inside the waistband of his brief and lowered it down his thighs. Once free from it’s confines, his gigantic cock sprung out, looking like a lance ready to penetrate someone.

And I had a feeling who he had in mind.

Brett was still busy finger fucking Julia. His two fingers moving in and out of her.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He asked my wife.

Julia moaned, and hissed at him. “Screw you.”

“I can feel your pussy tightenin’ up around my fingers. Hows it feel to let a stranger pleasure you like this?”

She only cried in pleasure at that. Each time he moved his hand, his thumb would graze her clit.

His hand was solid. A snake tattoo curled around his wrist and up his arm. Veins bulged from exertion.

“Shit…” Julia said. She must be feeling really good.

A cruel grinned pull up the corners of Brett’s mouth.

He redoubled his efforts, practically pushing Julia up against the wall.

And then she cried out. Even from the other side of the room, I could see her entire body tensing, shuddering against what must’ve been an explosive orgasm. Her hands gripped his for support, she arched on her tip toes. Eventually her legs turned to rubber and she collapsed on Brett. My heart ached a little. From where I was standing, she was bracing him for support, panting and gasping for breath. It almost looked intimate, like a pair of lover’s intertwined.

All of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, making a wet, sloppy sound with it. He turned Julia facing the wall and then used his legs to sweep her legs open like a cop would do when they frisked a perp.

I knew what was going to happen.

“No don’t!” I cried out, but Marco pushed me back with one hand. He was strong. I was an active guy but despite that, I could tell there was a difference in strength. His eyes were hard. I could do nothing but watch.

Brett grabbed his cock and guided his cockhead towards the opening of Julia’s tender pussy lips. He was obscenely big. He was so thick, it’d be like pushing a baseball bat into her.

“Get ready for the best fuck in your life, slut,” he drawled. Julia didn’t resist, she was still weak from her orgasm.

One of his hands grabbed Julia’s hips, his finger clutching her pelvis bone. With the other, he guided his cock up and down her slit earning a groan out of her inflamed lips.

“Last chance sweetheart, just say the word.”

I waited for it to come out of her mouth. Was I ready for this? Oh god, I made this happen.
But nothing came out of her mouth. I watched and watched, waiting for those lips form the beginnings of a ‘p’.

Then he eased it inside her. Julia cried out as inch after inch of a stranger’s cock disappeared into Julia. My throat felt so constricted, I was sure someone was strangling me.

I could see his cock slowly entering inside my wife’s beautiful pussy. He hissed as his hips rested against Julia’s ass, he was balls deep inside her. He kept her pressed against the wall. Brett thrusted his pelvis, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. He pistoned in and out of her mercilessly, pulling his cock almost out of her and then forcing it right back into the depths of her pussy. I could tell Julia was taking it, enjoying it. If she wasn’t, her sultry moans certainly suggested otherwise. I felt my cock twinge with envy. A drop of precum beaded out of my slit and ran down my shaft. I wished I was hidden away, so I could relieve myself. I couldn’t with Marco so close to me.

Weird gurgling noises were coming out of his mouth. He would groan and yip and spittle would come out, spraying all over Julia’s round peachy ass. For a twisted moment, I sorely wished it was me fucking Julia against the wall like that.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m going to fill your cunt up!”

Suddenly, he emitting a sharp choking sound. His fingers clawed into her hips and jabbed his manhood deep inside her. Julia moaned as he brayed, his hips and ass tensed and I knew he was cumming inside her.

Another man was shooting his load inside my wife!

To my horror, my cock pulsated violently. I desperately needed to take it into my hands and relieve it’s pressure, but I had to control myself.

Weak from the exertion, both Brett and Julia collapsed on the floor, panting and gasping.

Then he pulled his cock out, which came out with a lewd ‘plop’ sound. His cock was softening and beads of his thick cum dripped out from his pisshole. Using his hand unceremoniously, he shook his cock and a few more droplets fell onto my Julia’s pussy and bush.

I decided that I hated him. I hated how he literally used her as a piece of meat and was just as quick to discard her like that.

I looked at Julia and our eyes met. She turned her head away from me, settling on Marco. He was stroking his cock lightly, I assumed he was getting ready for his turn.

Who wouldn’t want a turn, after seeing how sexy she was? I looked at Julia’s pussy. Her lips were open, inflamed with use and arousal. Her bush and lips were coated with Brett’s cum and a stream of thick cum trailed out of her pussy, running down her milky thighs.

As soon as Brett moved away, Marco took his place. He handed the gun over and took Julia by her arms and led her to our sleeping bags.

Julia didn’t offer any resistance and did as she was told. I couldn’t help but watch in amazement as she walked by, her gorgeous tits swaying gently and her ass moving as she walked. I almost groaned with need as more cum travelled down her leg, dirtying the floor beneath her.

Julia had already been fucked once and now she’s getting another cock straight after. Marco led her onto the pile of unfurled sleeping bags. Julia led down- her position was in such a way that her pussy was facing me. I had an unobstructed view of Julia’s pussy. Her rosy lips were opened, exposing her inner pinkish depths, her curvy brown pubic hair dried with smeared cum.

Julia caught my wandering eyes and shame burned through me. Two intruders were ravishing my wife and I stood here pathetically, enjoying her getting fucked as if I was watching a porno. I tried to look disgusted, but it was weak. I was sure that Julia had noticed my erection.

Marco positioned himself between Julia’s legs; obscuring my view of her delicious pussy. All I could see was his ass which moved forward slowly.

“Fuck, sweetness, you got a fine lil’ pussy right there,” he drawled as he slathered his cock up and down Julia’s slit. My wife slammed her eyes shut and her face was tight with pleasure.

“Excuse me ma’am, there’s a real shortage of ladies in prison and we couldn’t pass up a chance with a filly like you.”

He lifted his ass in the air, his hand holding his cock and repositioning himself at the best angle over Julia’s pussy. Julia moaned as his erection pushed inside Julia’s hole. I couldn’t decide if it was reflex or intentional, but Julia rested her hands on his broad shoulders.

“Holy fuck, you’re still tight after taking Brett’s huge cock.” He pushed and pushed, his face a mask of pure bliss. I was worried he might split my wife wide open but she looked like she was enjoying it. Marco took his time, letting her pussy get used to his girth. It felt like time slowed right down as inch after inch of his impossibly long cock disappeared inside her.

And then it was completely buried inside Julia, his balls resting against her porcelain white ass cheeks.

Once his cock was fully inside Julia, he waited for a few moments, as if he was savoring a fine wine. Then his hips bucked and he started fucking my mother. His pumping was a mesmerising rhythm; it was slow and steady, and judging from Julia’s glazed over eyes, it gave her a chance to enjoy it too.

There were no sound in the cabin, other than his feral grunts and the occasional moan that escaped Julia’s lips. With every stroke, I could see his cock moving completely out of my mother’s pussy and again plunging back into her ravenous depths, his balls striking heavily on her ass. His shaft was slick with juices; either his Brett’s sperm or Julia’s nectar. Probably both. Her pussy lips clung shamelessly to his cock as he raked in and out of her.

I was getting a view of a lifetime. I stopped pretending and hungrily gazed at my wife’s pussy getting fucked by a stranger. If it continued any longer, my cock might not need any assistance from my hands- it’d ejaculate by itself.

Brett stood near me, his cock was hard again. With one hand he was holding the gun, which he was trying to point at me clumsily as his eyes were glued to the show going on in front of us.

I was mesmerized watching Julia getting fucked by another man. I tried to guess what was going through Julia’s head right now; was she scared? Or was she enjoying it?

Was she a slut deep down, just like I called her in bed?

Suddenly, Marco increased his tempo. He grabbed Julia’s shoulder and rammed his cock ferociously into her pussy.

Julia cried out with each thrust, sweat beaded her forehead.

He thrusted rapidly, deep and hard. His throat made incoherent guttural noises. His pumps and groans reached to a crescendo.

All of a sudden, with a low growl, he hurled his hips forward, hard and rutting, and buried his cock deep inside Julia’s pussy. His ass cheeks were completely sucked in as if he wanted to bury his entire pelvic region inside her. He howled like a lunatic.

I stood there powerless as Marco’s ass bucked as he ejaculated in my wife. Julia hugged him fully and cried out too. Evidently she was cumming hard on his cock.

I felt a pang of jealousy because I never made her cum without stimulating her clit.

Marco remained there for a while before collapsing over Julia’s spent body.

Brett’s cock was fully erect now. He fondled his balls and waited for his friend to move off Julia. After a while, Marco forced himself up onto his feet. He looked tired from exertion, his legs wobbled a bit and his cock looked completely limp.

Brett handed over the gun and positioned himself between Julia’s legs. He guided his cock at the entrance of Julia’s worn out pussy. Slowly his cock sank back into her depths. I glared at him, filled with jealously. He was a lucky guy today, getting to fuck my Julia twice.

Marco sat near me, his gun pointing towards me casually. He panted wildly. He looked tired; the episode with Julia must’ve drained him out. His cock was hung between his thighs; the juices on his flaccid cock already started drying. After catching his breath, he finally looked at me.

“Enjoying the show?” He pointed towards the floor where Brett pounded away relentlessly at my wife’s pussy. “Your wife is the best fuck I had in a while, and I fucked some right whores.” He said it loudly, making sure Julia heard every word.

I ignored him. I didn’t appreciate him comparing Julia to whores, but looking at her, moaning away as if she enjoyed it, she certainly looked like a whore.

Then he saw my swollen cock and his mouth spread into a wide grin. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Of course not!” I snapped at him. “I mean, no, but…”

“Your dick says different. Little damn pervert is what you are.” He chuckled to himself.

Heat burned at my cheeks, but the scene so titillating that there was no way I could have controlled my erection. I wanted to avoid his gaze so I averted my eyes. But nothing helped, as my eyes were again back to my wife. Marco sensed this and laughed at me, understanding my dilemma.

“Fuckin’ hot… cunt…” Brett grunted into Julia’s breasts. He had trouble stringing words together.

All of a sudden, he pulled his cock out of Julia’s gaping pussy, making her gasp in surprise. He stood up abruptly and directed his cock towards her face, his hands a blur on his cock. He howled, aimed and blasted his cum at her.

Globs of hot, thick cum hit Julia’s once untarnished face. I fell on her like thick strings of glue. Some wetted her lips and cheeks. She gasped openly so some cum went into her mouth. With every jerk of his cock, more and more strands shot out from his crown, splashing over her face and below, covering her neckline and upper mounds of her breasts. Julia whimpered at first, slamming her eyes shut. But she took it. She just led there and let the bastard mark her with his scent. Something primitive stirred in my bowels.

I need to claim her for myself.

Gradually, Brett stopped jerking and he squeezed his cock to release the last drop of his cum over Julia’s lips. Then he massaged her plump lips with the tip of his cock, spreading the cum all over her lips like a brush.

“Suck it,” He growled, trying to push his cock into her mouth. Julia kept her lips , so he turned towards the other guy and shouted. “Boss!”

Marco immediately drove the muzzle of his pistol against my temple. Julia looked at me wide eyed. She immediately took his cock inside her mouth and sucked on it. She ran her tongue up his shaft, licking the cum and her juices up.

“Eat it up. I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”

She obeyed. Using her tongue, she licked the cum around her lips and where she can’t reach, she scooped it up with her fingers and licked it off from there.

Her eyes were filled with elation. She struggled to swallow as the cum went down her throat. For some reason, that only made me more excited.

Once she finished cleaning up the cum, she still looked a complete mess with a lot of dried cum still clinging on to her. Satisfied, Brett moved away.

He looked at Marco, as if wondering what to do next.

Marco looked at me, a cruel wicked glint in his eyes.

“Your turn hubby… you fuck her.”

I didn’t have time to think things over; I was forced to my feet. Marco practically flung me like a rag doll. I tripped and crashed forward, landing right between Julia’s opened legs; her pussy only few inches away from my lips.

I looked in front of me; the most beautiful thing I ever saw was right before my eyes. Her lips were slightly open, exposing it’s inner pink folds and the dark depths deeper within. Her trimmed bush was coated with thick globs of white cum. Streams of semen oozed out of her pussy, slowly trailing down the narrow valley between her cunt and ass.

“D-don’t look…” Julia said, her face burned with shame.

A peculiar, fragrant aroma entered my nostrils; the musky smell of a well-fucked pussy. I going crazy as the scent addled my senses.

I wanted to feel that pussy. I wanted to taste that pussy.

I wanted to fuck that pussy.

As if reading my thoughts, Marco bent forward and faced me. “Nice pussy ain’t it?” He put a hand under his chin and tilted his head to the side, as if he was appreciating a painting. Then he winked at me. “You wanna fuck her?”

“Y-you’re not giving me much of a choice, are you?”

“No, but do you want to do it?”

“I…”

“You do don’t you! Dirty little fucker like you. I bet you jerk off every night fantasizing about your wife getting gang fucked. I don’t blame you, just look at her!”

He just stood there, laughing at me as my ears burned hot. I had my eyes fixated to the floor, the feeling of shame weighing heavy on my shoulders.

He turned to Julia who had finally opened her eyes and listened in to what was said.

“Honey, go help your husband, put his cock inside your pussy. It’s only fair that he gets a taste.”
Julia did not respond to him so he took Julia’s hand and wrapped her fingers over my aching cock. I gasped. Julia’s fingers felt cool and soft around my hardness.

“Put it inside!” The man barked, waving his gun over my face.

I felt Julia’s grip tighten around my cock. Slowly, she pulled my cock forward and planted it’s swollen head at the entrance of her pussy. My cock nudged at Julia’s enticing opening, ready to penetrate.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Julia,” I cried. Hot tears ran down my face, but it did nothing for my arousal. As horrified as I was, my cock throbbed in desperate anticipation.

“It’s okay honey…” she smiled. “Just… relax and focus on me. I wanted this.”

I had to do this. I had no choice.

I gently lurched forward. Julia’s well fucked pussy opened without any resistance. Julia gasped as my cock pushed into her.

I was on top of her, my arms on both sides of her holding me up as I looked down on Julia and her pendulous breasts. She was panting in anticipation or nerves, I wasn’t sure which. Sweat beaded her chest and ran down over the mounds of her tits, glazing over her hard nipples.

Because of all the fucking she took moments ago, her pussy was well lubricated and in a single thrust, my entire cock buried deep inside her. I pushed all the way up to the hilt, until my balls came to rest against her ass.

I remained stationary in this position. I wanted to savor this moment.

I can’t believe I was enjoying my wife’s gang fucked pussy. The inner walls of her vagina clasped my cock tightly. It felt like my cock was lost into a hot velvety abyss.

“Oh Julia…” I groaned. She felt perfect. “God, I love you…”

Her pussy clenched the moment the word came out of my mouth.

“Fuck her!” The command came, again snapping me back to the real world. Both men shouted excitedly. “Fuck her!”

I arched my body over, my hands gripped Julia’s hips and I started moving my hips. My cock slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. With every push and pull of my cock, Julia mewled softly. She looked right at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. With every stroke I felt Julia’s cunt contracting around my aching shaft.

Then I suddenly felt an unmistakable thrust of Julia’s hips.

I think Julia was enjoying this. Her face was tight and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was trying to appear passive, trying to control her emotions.

A primitive flash of need flowed through me. A part of me wanted her to lose control. I wanted to see her honest face, to see her crying and moaning in pleasure because of me. I pistoned my hips harder, driving myself deeper into her and Julia gritted her teeth in response, desperate to contain her moans.

The men came alive and moved closer to us. Brett moved near Julia’s head. His cock was hard again. He gripped his cock and directed it over Julia’s mouth, rubbing his cock head against her lips, painting them with his precum. Slowly, he forced his cock against her lips, until she relented and took it into her mouth.

Marco was so close to me, I could smell his masculine odour and feel his heat.

He extended an arm and then, a big finger glided over Julia’s inflamed clit. He slowly gripped her clit between his fingers and started rubbing it fervently.

“Mmph!” A long, raspy moan escaped out of Julia’s mouth and around Brett’s massive cock.

Her resistance had finally crumbled and she surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure flowing through her body. Her mouth was filled with Brett’s cock, which she sucked eagerly now. She pushed her hips back against my cock, a clear sign that she had finally given up all her inhibitions.

I was reaching my peak. Seeing my wife turn into a sex craved slut had driven me perilously close to the edge.

Brett grunted. He had a fistful of Julia’s hair and yanked her mouth over his cock. It didn’t look like he needed to try very hard; her throat gobbled up and down with enthusiasm as she sucked and tongued his cock.

The other guy jerked furiously, while his other hand massaged Julia’s clit. Julia moaned openly now, her cries of passion were music to my ears, stirring an excitement I never experienced before.
She gripped Brett’s cock by it’s shaft, pumping up and down furiously while she sucked on the remaining length with her hungry mouth. She sucked him like she needed to feel him cum in her mouth. The room was charged with a sexual energy. I felt that we were all going to cum soon.

I was the first to succumb.

“I’m going to cum Julia” I cried out. Her eyes went wide but she didn’t stop me, instead she hooked her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, as if she didn’t want to let me go.

I lunged forward and drove my cock deep into Julia’s waiting pussy. With a howl, my aching cock shot load after load of hot, thick cum into her delicious pussy. My mind went blank as I climaxed.

Brett cried out and he yanked Julia’s head up by a fistful of her hair. He bucked his hips and shot his cum into her mouth. Julia didn’t flinch a bit. She moaned and kept on swallowing, her throat moving up and down as his semen travelled down to her stomach.

I felt Julia’s pussy shuddering violently along the length of my pulsating cock. Her pussy was convulsed hard; gripping and releasing me. I was so busy relishing the delicious feel of Julia’s pussy that I almost didn’t notice Marco cumming. He ejaculated with such a force, his cum shot out in an arc and landed all over Julia’s tits, face and belly.

Slowly, the cabin went quiet except for the sounds of us breathing and trying to regain our breath.

I was completely drained. I let instinct take over and I bent forward and hugged Julia. My cock was still buried into her pussy and I had no intension of pulling it out. My head was rested over Julia’s heavy tits.

Brett had already pulled his cock out of Julia’s mouth. Julia had sucked every last drop of cum out of his cock. Her lips glistened with semen.

Eventually, the two men stood. Julia was still panting, but gentler this time. She clasped one hand over my back and the other stroked the back of my head, as if to soothe and comfort me.

We couldn’t stay like this forever though.

Reluctantly, I eased my softening cock out, which came out with a loud ‘plop’ sound. A noise that now sounded quite familiar to me.

I moved away from Julia’s body and sat against the wall. Julia didn’t try to move; she continued to lie in the same spread-eagled position. I was filled with perverse pride as my cum oozed out from her wide open pussy.

I looked at Marco.

He was busy putting his coveralls back on. Finished, he turned to Brett who was fully dressed now.

Marco turned back to us, a smile spread across his face. He looked at me and then over to Julia. She also seemed dumbstruck.

“Thank you Julia. That was a nice fuck, it was certainly one of the best I’ve ever had.”

I think my wife blushed at the compliment.

Then he winked at me.

“Thank you Ken, for the show. Your wife’s got a hell of a pussy. Don’t ever let her go.” Then he opened the door and they were gone.

The room was filled with a heavy silence. Neither Julia nor I said a word to cut through the tension. We were slowly coming back to our senses, I think. Whatever just happened in the cabin had left us speechless.

Forged in the fires of illicit passion, our relationship had changed forever. I gang banged my wife and worst of all, I enjoyed it immensely. I didn’t know how Julia felt; she wore a mask of indifference.

Julia stood, no longer bothering to cover herself. She walked out of our cabin and I followed. Julia looked around, perhaps to see if they indeed have left and then gathered up our clothes and the discarded hiking gear.

Without a word, we brought our things back into the cabin. Once everything was inside, Julia grabbed her clothes and took a bar of soap from the bag.

“I’m going to wash. Are you coming?” It was the first words she uttered since the incident.

I nodded and followed her to the stream outside. While I washed myself, Julia submerged into the stream, thoroughly cleansing her body. Parts of the stream were deep enough to submerge into.

In the silvery moonlight, I was able to see Julia lathering up her tits and pussy with soap. I felt a gentle stirring between my thighs and tried to control it unsuccessfully. Julia was aware of me watching, but she didn’t seem bothered by it.

She finished bathing, wiped her body and put some clothes on. I followed suit and we returned to cabin.

As soon as we entered our cabin, I made sure the door was securely locked. We rearranged our sleeping bags and settled into it. Julia was turned away from me.

Tentatively, I hooked one arm over my wife’s tummy. I felt her hand clasp over mine.

“Do you have any regrets?” I managed to squeeze out.

She was silent for a few moments. All I saw was the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

“No.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Very much so.”

My cock stirred, sandwiched between my wife’s soft ass cheeks.

“Would you do it again?”

“Yes.” She turned back to face me. Her eyes glowed with intent. “That was amazing.”

I smiled and kissed her. And she kissed me back. We lay there taking turns kissing and building our bond back up, kiss by kiss.

“Does that make me a slut?” Julia asked.

“No. It makes you my slutwife. And I love you for it.”

She smiled one last time, and soon after, she drifted off.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I don’t remember when sleep overtook me.


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[SamWarrens]

Great story! Is there a sequel?
Would love to read more.

[SamWarrens]

Great story! Is there a sequel?
Would love to read more.

[jzz175]

Loved the story! Please continue.