"My Wife's Friends Save The Day."
by Lustdarkly.
A follow up to: "My Wife Entertains My Friends."
There was a bounteous supply of snacks and beer to hand as the four of us sat down in front of the cinema-sized TV. Graham, Steven and Craig are my best friends going back to our school days. At first glance it looked like we were about to watch any old game but only the alcohol was being consumed and the four of us were anxious. Any minute we'd receive a Skype call from the colossal prick James Thompson and Graham had rigged it to show through his big screen. We were at his house 'cos we wanted the best possible viewing experience. My wife, Karen, was at his home right now and she was about to be fucked by six athletes. Plus James Thompson. And the guys', their wives were there too.
It all started the day before. Since the night of our... orgy, I suppose I should call it. The eight of us had grown closer in our friendship. The girls' especially. Sam, Kay and Michelle were besotted by my Karen. They dined together, went for drinks and best of all, James Thompson - the prick - had gifted my Karen with a gold card membership to his exclusive, posh, expensive as fuck, spa, gym and health suite. So, they all got in free and are treated to food and drink, mud baths and massages, etc, gratis. The four of them have been abusing the facilities somewhat.
They were in the health suite; a small area with a steam room, solarium, sun-beds and sauna, etc, enjoying a long soak in the jacuzzi. Karen told me they were at that moment in high spirits, having an animated discussion about feminism and its rules and laws and how they're different for every person. Was it acceptable to be a slut, for instance, and still be a feminist? Karen said yes. Of course it was, if it was a choice. She's right, I suppose. But anyhow, a guy in speedos had just entered and was attending to his locker. His soaking, toned body distracted them entirely. They ogled the muscles in his back, rippling as he towelled his hair; his ass, apparently, so I'm told, looked like it was sculpted from marble. Of course... it had to be James Thompson, didn't it? When Karen recognised him she excitedly called out his name, surprising him. He cheerfully jumped in the jacuzzi at their invitation.
"Having a nice time? Is the place busy?" he asked , nodding a friendly hello towards two older ladies heading for the exit.
"No, we've got the place to ourselves at the moment."
"Oh, really!" he smiled wolfishly. "Karen, stand up."
Karen did as she was ordered, standing in her respectable one-piece swimming costume. James tugged both straps off her shoulders and yanked it right down, exposing her nakedness entirely.
"James!" she shrieked, plunging back down into her seat.
Open-mouthed, Sam, Michelle and Kay didn't know what to say but Karen's naughty grin reassured them.
"James, you cheeky fucker!" said Samantha. "Do you always just do what you want? Karen's not your toy, you know."
He chuckled like a naughty school-boy. "Actually, that's exactly what she is. Isn't it?" He said, kissing Karen's neck. Karen smiled, with her eyes closed, her lips parted. She sat in his lap, exposing her full breasts for him to play with, kissing his mouth with such eroticism it made the girls stop breathing.
"Wanna suck my cock?"
Karen nodded enthusiastically, retaking her seat. Shedding his briefs, with his arms behind him around the rim, his hips rose to the surface. "Behold, the mighty Kraken!" he joked as his cock and balls appeared. No one laughed. They were all transfixed by his incredible member. Semi-hard, it was still fucking huge and perfectly formed. As Karen wrapped her tiny mouth around the head, the girls flushed with desire. They sat frozen, enjoying the show. And keeping an eye on the entrance because at any moment, someone could come walking in.
Of course, that's exactly what did happen. But the girls got to enjoy watching Karen's impressive cock-sucking skills for nearly ten whole minutes before that happened. Two young teenage men came charging through the doors but they were laughing, so absorbed by their own conversation they didn't see Karen and James break apart or notice anything suspicious as they passed. But only because they didn't look. The three girls were bolt upright like they'd just been shocked - with rigid wide eyes - and Karen so deep under the water it was level to her nose. When the boys shut the sauna door behind them everyone looked at each other and exploded with nervous laughter.
"Are you still on for tomorrow night?" James asked Karen. She nodded, reaching for his cock.
"God. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"What's tomorrow night?" asked Kay.
"Spin class at my place." James explained. "My team are coming over for a final training session. We're all doing the London Marathon next week. It's a big deal 'cos we're representing a Children's Hospital Charity, so we don't wanna fuck it up! We've been training solidly for the last six months. So as a little treat for the boys... we're gonna fuck the life outta this pretty little thing here." he smiled, kissing Karen's smile.
"What the fuck?!" all the girls reacted with horror! "Seriously! How many guys?"
"Seven of us. All in. There's nothing to worry about. They're all close friends of mine and they're all clean and fit and healthy. Karen's in safe hands... although..." he paused.
"What? What is it?"
"These guys are fucking huge! And fit! And well... "
"Karen's tiny!" the girls stated the obvious.
James nodded. "Yep. By the time we're done with her, I'll be surprised if she can walk."
"James!" Sam exclaimed. "For fuck's sake!" They were all immediately concerned.
"Hey, it's okay." Karen said, "I'm really looking forward to it. James will protect me, won't you?"
He nodded but there was that wolfish look again in his eyes that the girls didn't like one bit.
"Why don't the three of you come along? Join us. The more, the merrier."
"No fucking way! We don't cheat on our husbands!"
James shrugged. "So tell them. Karen and her dick of a husband have worked out a pretty sweet compromise as far as fucking around goes. You three can do the same. Or, if you don't want to be fucked in a roomful of athletes, just come and watch. No-one'll mind."
"Really? Can they come watch?" Karen sat up, excited. "Please come! Pleeeeease!"
"I'll need to talk it over with Craig." Michelle said. Kay and Sam agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
"God, Karen." said Sam, "Do you think you'll be able to manage seven men on your own?"
"Sure she can." James answered for her. "She's a slut."
"Would you stop calling her that! She's not a slut!"
"She is. Look. I'll prove it." He got out of the jacuzzi enjoying the way their eyes were glued to his cock. "Come with me slut."
Karen followed nervously. James covered his modesty with a towel but she was still naked. Taking her hand, he led her across the room to the sauna in which sat the two teenage boys. He opened the door and went inside with Karen. Two minutes later he emerged alone and said, "See? She's a slut! God, she's cock-mad! Well. I gotta go. Nice seeing you all again. Come tomorrow if you please. Karen has my details."
Nervously the girls waited, watching the doors for new arrivals and debating whether to approach the sauna and rescue their friend. But Karen emerged much sooner than they expected and she was grinning from ear to ear, they saw with much relief. Her boobs were covered in thick sticky white cum. There was a ton of it! There was some on her mouth and chin but mostly it was all over her breasts. She skipped lightly over to them as, in the same moment the two boys came shambling out and hurried past, tucking and adjusting their parts. Crimson faced, they kept their eyes on the floor and went hurrying past for the exit mumbling thanks and goodbye.
"What happened?" the girls half stood, keen with excitement.
"Well... James told them they could do whatever the wished to me... and. Well. My boobs certainly got a lot of attention!" she grinned.
"They didn't fuck you?"
"No. I don't think it even occurred to them! They couldn't stop playing with my breasts! Hell, I don't even think they knew I was attached to them!"
The girls were pissing themselves with laughter - Karen too - when in walked two elderly gentlemen with fuzzy round bellies and knobbly knees and cute little wrinkled swimming trunks.
Karen screamed comically, her tiny feet pattered the floor and she went dashing off out of sight to the shower area, her gorgeous round ass jiggling in full view of everyone.
"ARH! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!" the girls screamed as one, laughing fit to burst.
One old guy clamped his hand over his eyes and then peeked through wide fingers, laughing along with them.
"Oh, ladies. That's made our day that has!" they said.
The girls wanted to go. That was plain from the get go. I mean, God, watching Karen fuck was hotter than anything any of them had ever dreamed, and any chance to see her in action, and gang-banged by seven athletes, no less, it was unmissable. But that was only part of it. They wanted to be there to make sure things didn't get out of hand. To protect her. The trouble was convincing the husbands to let them go. The idea of them going to an orgy of sweaty, huge cocked, athletic, good-looking muscle-men, and staying faithful seemed so far-fetched that even the girls had a hard time believing it. Luckily, Kay came up with a solution; they'd film the event - or better still, a live feed so the boys could watch from home as it happened. The guys speedily agreed. They wanted to watch Karen fuck even more than the girls.
Everything was set up when the call came in. Graham answered and James Thompson's huge leery face came into view on the gigantic TV.
