Every year since we got married, my wife Ann and I have followed a similar tradition for Thanksgiving weekend. Like the wholesome couple we are, Wednesday is spent volunteering at the downtown rescue mission. Thursday is the big dinner with my in-laws, and Friday is spent decorating the house for the Christmas season. Saturday was normally a shopping day or just an opportunity to relax before the stress of the holidays set in. This year, however, we filled that Saturday with a new activity.
The dynamics of our marriage had altered rather significantly over the past 14 months or so. After just over two years of marriage, a sequence of events had led to our opening up about our sexual desires. One particular secret fantasy we shared was group sex. Since then, we had enjoyed five episodes with at least one more person, and an undeniable progression of debauchery was evident. What shocked me the most wasn't that we had actually experienced scenarios that I had previously thought only happened in pornography, but that those experiences actually enhanced the bond and adoration we had with and for each other.
As much fun as these trysts were, we didn't intend to make them frequent occurrences. We didn't want to get carried away or miss the point, which was that these occasional anomalies in our sex life were designed to add a little extra excitement from time to time. Beside, being full-time employees and parents, it's not like we had large amounts of time to set these sessions up in the appropriate fashion. However, we found the more we experimented with group sex, the more we wanted to do it.
This fall, things really began to escalate. Within five weeks, we had three group sessions, all while we were planning yet another. An additional interesting effect of this type of lifestyle is how quickly you grow comfortable with ideas that originally seemed ridiculous. For example, four months ago, Ann and I barely agreed to a threesome, and neither one of us was sure if we could actually pull the trigger on performing with another man present. Now, we were heading to a hotel to host a gangbang with four other men while my dear, sweet wife was ready to be the center of attention.
Yes, while just about a year ago I would have never imagined allowing another man to even touch my wife in a sexual way, November 24, 2018 came along, and I was eager to let four other men whom I barely knew, to be honest, join me in fucking my wife. Two of these men had already accomplished the feat with me once each, and we enjoyed their company so much that we decided to invite them again. The other two we would meet in person for the first time tonight.
Over the past several months, we ended up essentially having our pick of men for my wife to enjoy. The first of these was Shawn, a 32-year-old, 5'9" black man with a muscular build who (not to be stereotypical) would have the biggest cock in the room. He clearly worked out too, as evidenced by his muscular build. He had joined us a little more than a month ago during our second multiple-male group session. That was the first time I got to watch two men stuff my wife before I joined, and it was unbelievably exciting.
Next was Cole, the other man who had joined me in banging my wife. He was 6', 42 years old and had an athletic frame and actually looked a bit younger than he was. His cock was probably the smallest of the group, about 6", but Ann had loved having it in her ass a few weeks ago when we met him in a bar, hit it off and came back to our house to double-penetrate Ann on our living room floor. Sandwiched between our two toned bodies, Ann experienced her most intense DP orgasm that night in her brief history with the act.
The other two men were new to our group. Like Shawn, we had met them online. The first of the two was Mike. He was a little older than Ann and I (who are in our early-to-mid 30s) at 46. He was an average build, and we would find out his cock was a little smaller than he had led us to believe, but at least he showed up. Honestly, what intrigued us the most was that he is Indian, which added to the diverse flavor we had going here. Like I said, Ann had walked into the luxury of being pretty selective here. I'm confident if you could see her for yourself, you would understand why.
Finally, there was Tim. He would be the third white guy, including me, who would be giving my wife all she could handle this night. He is 41 and was the tallest at 6'1". His build was average and his cock about the same as mine. When we had chatted online, he was very laid back and genuine, so we were happy to give him the final spot.
And of course there was Ann, the main attraction. At 5'5" and a thin frame that had recovered nicely from childbearing, she rocked a tight, round ass that got more than its share of glances in public, C-cup breasts that intoxicate me, and beautiful tan, Italian skin. Her long, dark brown hair, which would hang down straight for tonight's occasion, framed her lovely face, complete with round eyes, deep and brown, and pretty lips which made for the sweetest yet most seductive smile. Tonight she wore a short, white dress and matching white high heels that were open-toed. Besides that, she wore a dark brown necklace, a matching bracelet around her right wrist and two silver anklets on her left ankle to advertise the fact that tonight she was a hotwife.
Our night started off as innocently as one would expect for a moral, young couple like us. After an casual but romantic dinner, we went to an 8 pm showing at a nearby movie theater that took us until almost 10:30 pm. Most nights, we were long done with our day by that point. This time, 11 pm was just the start of the wildest experience of our lives as we arrived at the hotel of our choice.
The last time we had gotten a place for the night, it was a cheap motel for the sake of saving on cost. This time, though, I wanted to make sure that Ann didn't feel remotely degraded, which I was aware was a real risk when being ravished by a group of horny men. I made sure to splurge a little on the location to make the setting classy, showing our guests that Ann was a woman demanding respect. After all, this event was truly about pleasing and honoring my wife, treating her like the goddess she is. It was well worth the hit on my wallet. A couple of the other guys even offered to help cover the cost, but I didn't want Ann to feel like they were paying us for sex.
Cole showed up first about 10 minutes to 11 pm, followed shortly by Shawn. Mike came right on time. He had already seen pictures of Ann but remarked how she looked even prettier in person. Ann, flattered, thanked him and chatted with him a bit as if she wasn't about to perform for him like a pornstar. We then waited almost 15 more minutes until Tim arrived. We had started to think he wasn't coming, as I sort of expected at least one no-show for this kind of thing. He apologized profusely and said he had run into traffic. He tried contacting us, but I had limited our communication to online as I wasn't sure about giving the two newbies my phone number.
