"So how are you?" asked a subdued Daniel.
"Liberated, thank you," said Sara with a tinge of hostility in her voice.
"I didn't call to fight, Sara."
"Then why did you call? It's got to be way easier to ignore me now that I don't live there anymore."
"Goodbye, Sara..."
"Well isn't it? I don't even know why you care. Now you don't have Sara the sex freak in your house anymore and you can get on with grooming your next wife."
"Are you still doing it?"
"What? You can't say the words? Am I still doing gangbangs? Yes, and loving it. Turns out the woman you married is a full blown submissive but I never felt safe even talking with you about it."
"Sorry I ignored you."
"I don't know, Daniel, maybe if I'd have been honest about my feelings we would have parted ways anyway. It probably doesn't matter. I'm free to do what I want and get my needs fulfilled. Yay, me," she sarcastically added.
"I called because I had something to tell you. It's something I've been feeling guilty about and after taking the high road with what you're doing I think it's only fair I be honest too."
"This should be good," said Sara even more sarcastically if that were possible..
"Okay, those times when I went out on trips with the guys, we didn't go where I told you."
"You're seeing a girlfriend?"
"No, nothing personal like that. We just...we hired some call girls and spent the weekend doing what guys do."
Sara started laughing, "So when you were supposed to be hooking fish you were fishing for hookers! That's hysterical."
Daniel remained silent as she laughed at her own joke.
Finally, "I felt that after you were honest with me I should tell you about our 'trips'."
"So, Daniel, did it piss you off that a woman might want to do 'what guys do'?"
"Ya, I guess so. It just seemed wrong for my wife...and...I just reacted."
"Did you and your buddies ever have a gangbang?"
"Ya, once, sort of."
"What's sort of?"
"Oh, a girl was supposed to show up with two other girls but she came alone and so we took turns. But we didn't plan a gangbang."
"Did you like it?"
"You're trying to trap me into saying something."
"All I asked is if you liked it."
"Yes"
"Me too. I love being their sex doll. They all want to fuck me, stick their cocks in my mouth...just use me..."
She heard the connection close, "Daniel? Daniel?"
***
By this time, Sara, aka WetnReady, was not only responding to gangbang groups looking for a woman but she had composed her own ad to offer her services. The constant problem was one of sifting out the serious from the frivolous or worse.
She was still performing for AssRider's group where she had met Charles but she wanted some variety too. Approaching her craving and maintaining safety and respect was a tricky proposition. The only sensible way was to make initial contact through the classified and then have a meeting with the group leader, either text or in a public place, and decide from there.
She leaned towards older men, thinking them more respectful but, at the same time, not wanting to miss out on hot, young talent. She fantasized about those young cocks subduing and ravishing her.
Finally she thought to ask Charles if he might be a go between and come with her to meetings or even initiate meetings. He had the experience, he knew what to ask, and most importantly, he had the hots for her and would do it just to spend time with her. She called him.
"Charles, I need your help. I want to get with other groups besides you guys but it's rough sifting through this stuff alone."
"You did pretty well finding us," he reminded her, "and we've had a good relationship. You're beautiful and smart. Trust yourself."
"That's just it. I want it so bad I don't trust my judgment. I want to know if you'll help me...I could pay you..."
"Fuck no, Sara, I don't want your money. I'll help you to a degree but I don't want your money. Why are you asking me?"
"Because I trust you, we're into the same thing, you even know my real name!"
"And you know mine."
They made a meeting time at a restaurant for dinner that evening. Sara was sitting at the table when Charles arrived. She stood anticipating some mutual embrace but he said, "Hello," and they sat down.
"I sense some discomfort about being here with me."
"Sorry. It's just...I like you...and I'm afraid of...I'm afraid of falling in love with you. If I keep a distance then I can continue to happily fuck you in the group."
"Okay, that's weird but it's your dick."
"You know. A certain amount of anonymity makes it more exciting and I don't want to wreck that."
"Okay, okay, thanks for helping me and I'll resist being fallen in love with. Besides, technically I'm still married."
Charles took a piece of paper from his jacket and slid it over to Sara. "This is contact info for a couple groups that we've swapped girls with."
"Swapped girls?"
"Ya, we trade pictures with these guys and if there's mutual interest we do occasional swaps. Of course, the girls have to consent to being swapped to begin with."
"Sounds like trading baseball cards."
"Sorta," he chuckled. "I mean, groups are always looking for new girls."
"Why haven't you tried to swap me?"
"Oh, we've discussed it but you're so hot some of the guys are afraid we'd lose you. They'd be pissed that I gave you that contact sheet."
"Thanks, I won't say a word, but aren't you afraid you'll lose me?"
"A little, but I figure you'd miss my rock hard seven inches pounding away on you."
Getting slightly turned on by his dirty talk, "You're probably right."
They tabled the sex talk and had a nice dinner, talking about his broken family and her impending divorce. But discussing group sex openly with a man was a fairly fresh experience for Sara and she was so excited it didn't take long to pick it up again.
"So, you guys think I'm pretty hot, do you?"
"You know we do. AssRider told me that when he opened the door and saw you the first time he felt like he'd won the lottery."
***
When she got back to her apartment later she spent the usual amount time sifting through the tons of men reacting to her nude ad. It quickly became easy to separate the guys who were specifically into gangbangs from the ones just interested in getting her to send them more pictures to jerk off to.
Her ad read, "Stunning dark haired hottie seeks group of men for gangbang. Use me and abuse me, satisfaction guaranteed. A little trust goes a long way. Gangbang only, no one on one. Respond privately to WetnReady.
Still, of all the offers, she hadn't connected with a single one because she was unsure of herself and worried about safety. The two names that Charles had given her made a good cross reference for matching up with her received responses.
Sure enough, she found both using a quick search among her crowded inbox.
'Hey girl, it sounds like we're looking for the same thing. We're a suit and tie group totally into gangbang and if that pic is real we should get together very soon. We promise to not be gentle. If cock and cum are your thing, let's talk. Reply privately to SuitnTieHerUp'
The post was dated two weeks earlier but she lumped it in with the rest of the avalanche. Now she followed the thread....
'Hey, WetnReady! Hadn't heard anything from you and your pic is haunting the gentlemen in our group. We need to talk. You won't be disappointed. Reply privately to SuitnTieHerUp'
'For someone of your quality I'm willing to grovel on behalf of the boys. Either you don't exist or I'm not trying hard enough. Seven executive cocks want to make you a happy girl. Reply privately to SuitnTieHerUp'
Sara just smiled and hit the 'private reply' button.
'SuitnTieHerUp, you'll be happy to know I DO exist and your perseverance has paid off. And, yes, that is my hardbody. To ease the pain of a delayed response I'm including 3 more pics to show the guys I'm worth the wait. Give me your texting number and we'll figure out day and time. Use me....'
As she typed she had to stop at one point to tend to an increasingly active pussy that needed to be touched. Even though the gangbang had become a real part of her life, her imagination still ran wild and masturbation was frequent. One of the pics she sent to SuitnTieHerUp was a closeup of two fingers and her stimulated, glistening genitalia.
As usual, Sara fantasized about what they might do to her. He had already indicated they would not be 'gentle' and as she increased the manipulation the orgasm took over her body and stiffened then released a blanket of pleasure. One on one sex didn't quite have the same effect as a group of lustful, anonymous men having their way.
In short time he replied and she sat down to text him, that being the preferred method. Private, portable and the ability to use a disposable number if anything went wrong.
'Hi, SuitnTieHerUp! This is WetnReady and it sounds like we're going to do this!'
'Yes, and everyone in the group is crazy excited to have you. Personally, after receiving those additional pics I haven't let go of my cock yet!'
'Flatterer...'
'Seriously, you're sexy and submissive, an unbeatable combination for ultra horny men like ourselves.'
'Thank you.'
They exchanged neighborhood information and came to the conclusion that they were within 4 or 5 city blocks from one another. Convenient but also potentially awkward should paths cross outside the gangbang.
'I'm sure you've been asked this before but is there anything you won't do?' he texted.
'Not that I'm aware of but I reserve the right to say stop if I get uncomfortable.'
'Of course. I will admit that we tend to get a little rough on occasion but no one has complained yet.'
