I lied on the bed, catching my breath. I had stopped counting orgasms, but it was probably already higher than the usual number. My husband Alex and I had made a bet of sorts, about whether I could stay quiet through whatever he could throw at me sexually, and I had so far withstood the first two rounds. He was lying next to me, stroking his hand up and down my chest, the pads of his fingers massaging my flesh and his trademark smirk aimed up at me.
"Ready?"
I took a deep breath, but didn't respond. I looked down at him. My lips were curved at the joke between us, as we both knew it didn't matter if I was ready or not.
"Alright. Up we go."
Alex snaked his hand under my lower back and helped me to stand next to the bed as the door swung a little wider and two men walked through. I swallowed anxiously, now less sure of myself with three imposing men surrounding me. I tried my best to wipe any doe-eyed anxiety off of my face before I swung back around to face Alex. His mouth stretched into a wide grin, he squeezed my thigh and moved away. One of the men was taller, with short black hair and a sharply angled nose. He had dark serious eyes that reminded me of a hawk's, and already had his shirt off, baring a slim torso with a happy trail of course black hair. The other was a somewhat shorter Asian man with shoulder-length black hair, who's chest and arms dwarfed the other mans. I didn't recognize either of them, and pinked a little at what their presence meant for me. I silently named them Hawk and Bulk.
"Turn around and face the corner, D." Alex' voice was husky and had lost the playfulness it had held moments before.
I swallowed and, clasping one elbow in front of me, faced the corner. I heard some shuffling, and then Alex pulled my shoulder to indicate I could turn again. As I turned, the first sight I caught was bulk lying on his back on the bed, his clothes discarded on the floor beside him. Hawk stood, equally nude, with his arms crossed next to him, watching us patiently. Alex pulled me over and guided me into squatting reverse cowgirl on bulk. He reached into the drawer and grabbed the lube again, applying it liberally to his fingers before rubbing them all over my asshole. He lowered his face to my clit, his tongue darting out and licking one long line from my cunt to the top of my clit. I shivered as he raised up, his face hovered in front of mine, staring into my eyes as his pushed his fingers in and out of my still sensitive hole. He guided me down and I felt bulks cock stretch my asshole open again. The deep timbre of his voice washed over me, his moans compounded by his thick hands coming around and clutching the sides of my waist. Once I was all the way down, Bulk's hands firmly gripping my sides, I felt an even fuller sensation than the plug. Bulk was at least 6 inches, and thick, and I felt utterly impaled on him. I wiggled aimlessly, trying to find a position that didn't feel so inescapable. He settled me into place and then pulled me back onto his hard chest as his hands released my hips to roam over my breasts.