An erotic novella based on a true story by James Leonore.
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My name is James and in the ten years that my wife, Jenny and I, have been together, I have watched her turn from a meek and mild young woman into a wildly, sexually overactive nymphomaniac.
In the first eight or so years of our relationship, we would have sex anything between two and five times a week, but in the last two years there has been a rapid upturn in her sex drive. She started to practically demand sex two to five times a day! This didn't bother me until obvious changes in her manner began to occur. She started spending longer and longer on the internet and wouldn't let me see what it was she did, minimizing all the windows if I came anywhere near.
She began to wear less and less round the house, this was very arousing for me personally and it used to lead to some great sex sessions, but about three or four weeks later she decided to start wearing nothing at all and would walk round the house completely naked. And this is where all the trouble started.
She started answering the front door wearing only a small towel or something similar, and then later when she decided that she didn't even need that anymore; completely naked just poking her head round the door to talk to whoever was there. The moment she got in from work she would strip off in the porch and just carry on the rest of the day naked as if it was something that everyone did.
About two months later our washing machine broke down and we had to send for a man to come in and fix it. I had to plead with her to wear something while the man was at the house; she relented and put on a pair of slippers and the smallest, shortest dress she could find with nothing underneath. The mechanic arrived to fix the machine and I decided to stay in the kitchen with her and the man while she made us all a cup of tea. The phone rang in the lounge and I had to go and answer it. I was only on the phone for about two minutes, but when I went back into the kitchen she was standing there drinking her tea without a stitch on. The man was oblivious to this because he had his head in the back of the machine. I quickly dragged her out of the kitchen and made her put her dress back on. However, because of the phone call, I now had to go out and leave her in the house alone with the man. I was dreading it, but she promised me that she would keep her clothes on until the man left. "I won't disappoint you!" she said to me as I was leaving. My heart sank; I just didn't think I could trust her anymore. My own wife and I couldn't trust her!
When I returned home, some two hours later, I found her in the lounge again naked. She told me that the man needed to get a new gearbox for the machine and would return on Monday. I asked her if she had done as I said and kept her clothes on. "Of course, what do you think I am?", came the reply. But she seemed to deliberately say it in a way that really meant the opposite. Then I remembered, I was going to be out all day Monday, but I made her promise again to keep her clothes on just while the man was here. She agreed.
Monday came and went and all seemed normal until Tuesday evening, when the phone rang. I answered it and it was a man called Jeff from her insurance company, so I left her in the lounge to deal with the call. We spend most of our time in the front room which doubles as a music room too, but I couldn't resist listening in to her end of the conversation. Not very much was really said and what I heard was all in hushed tones anyway, the conversation was roughly as follows, but remember I could only hear her end of the call.
"It's okay, he's gone now"
"Yes, I think Friday will be okay. He's out all day until eight o'clock"
"Did you ask round your friends?"
"Great! How many will there be?"
"Oh FUCK, that's wonderful"
"Yes, yes. I'm wanking now"
"Will they all be able to do me?
"Three or four times each! Oh fuck, I can't wait. Oh, I'm coming!"
At this point I heard her orgasm violently. I had never heard her use language like that before and I felt like running in to find out what the hell was going on. But something stopped me from doing so, something was exciting me! Her conversation came to an end and I quickly rushed back into the front room and sat down again before she came back in. I was now used to seeing Jenny wandering round naked as she now sat down next to me. She then lied about the call, telling me that they just wanted to ask her if she wanted one of her policies topping up. That disappointed me really, that fact that she even bothered to make up a story about the call. Normally she wouldn't have said anything at all.
It was then that I had a little idea of my own. A little while before, maybe a month or two, I had bought a pair of wireless spy cameras off Ebay for a laugh and now I decided I would put them to good use. The picture quality isn't exactly amazing but its good enough. I cancelled all my engagements for Friday and had a good think about what I thought she would do, how she would think. I decided that the best room in the house for what I thought she was getting up to was the games room; it is large and just has a snooker table in the middle. So I set the cameras up in there. With tall bookcases round all the walls it would be easy to hide them so they weren't noticed.
So, as usual and as she expected me to, I left the house at 10:30 am. I waited at the end of the road and watched the house. Nothing happened for ages. At five to twelve she came out of the house, got in her car and drove off, thankfully in the other direction to where I was hiding. What the hell was she up to? I had convinced myself that she would be staying at home and that the "party" would come to her, so to speak. Quarter of an hour later she returned carrying a plastic bag, it didn't look like it had much in it though. I was still very perplexed and trying hard to contemplate what was going on and what would happen next, when two cars pulled up at the end of our drive and five men got out. One of them was smoking and he was looking up and down the road in a very shifty manner. He dropped the remains of his fag into the gutter and said something to the other four men. As I was about seventy yards away, naturally I couldn't hear, but whatever he said made them take a look up and down the road too, then they turned and made their way up the drive to my house. I was just about the break cover when another car and a van pulled up at the house. One of the men came back down the drive from the house to meet them, and he stood at the edge of the road while they parked up. Four men got out of the car and another three out of the van. I instantly recognised the driver of the van as our washing machine repairman, and he turned to shake hands with the one who had returned from the drive. Repairman said something and they all laughed and headed up the drive together.
I doubted if any more would be arriving, so I waited a few minutes before walking back to the house with my mind racing. Each house in our road, and there are only a few houses, has a long drive up to the door which is very well hidden from the road by trees. This made me think that she was almost certainly naked for these men when she answered the door to them. I crept round to the rear of the house and climbed the back staircase that would take me onto the first landing; from there I could get to the attic stairs and my study. There I had set up the two receivers for the cameras and connected them up to my computer. Even before I switched everything on I could here them all downstairs, and boy did they sound enthusiastic. It took a couple of minutes for the PC to get going and the DVR software to fire up before the images from the games room came into view. It looked like they had put a sort of ground sheet that you might use with a tent over my snooker table, "How considerate" I thought sarcastically. I couldn't see Jenny anywhere and the men were starting to wonder the same by the looks of them. Then she came in to a round of applause, she was naked again of course, she stood at the end of the snooker table and lifted herself up onto the end.
"Right then, while I put on a little show for you, you can all get your clothes off" She then lay back on the table and started wanking herself off furiously while the men removed their clothes. They couldn't take their eyes off her while they undressed and neither could I. I couldn't believe this was happening! The men all stood there, they were all as hard as iron, as Jenny climbed back off the table and stood at the end. One of the men walked forward, picked her up and immediately started fucking her on the end of the table. He was really laying into her, fucking her very hard indeed.
"Yeah, fuck me hard. Dump your cum inside me" she said. One of the other men decided to stuff his cock into her mouth at this point, effectively ending her pleas to be abused. She started off in control when the men had arrived at the house, but it was the other way round now. They were in control now and she was being completely dominated, I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. Here was my wife in an impossible situation, a situation of her own making, and I had decided to let it go on. She had made her bed and now she was getting more or less raped in it, and I was not going to raise a finger to help her. This is what she had wanted though, so it couldn't possibly be called rape, but on it went anyway.
