When we opened up our marriage, my wife said she'd want to close things up and settle down once we had kids. I always imagined it would be me she'd have children with, but she surprised me with a different proposal.
I'm getting ahead of myself. First, the open marriage. For my part, it was a bust. There aren't many woman interested in an average-looking, already-married guy. My wife, on the other hand, was met with great success. I guess there's a lot of guys interested in a slim brunette with perky breasts who wants some no-strings-attached fucking, even if she's already married. In a matter of months, she had not one, not two, but three steady boyfriends (that's in addition to me, her husband).
Opening up our marriage was supposed to spice up our sex life, but it just put a damper on things for me. When it had just been the two of us, my wife was usually pretty adventurous in bed, always willing to try new positions, and fucking me enthusiastically several times a week. When she got her first boyfriend, things slowed down for us. Now, she was spending the night with him on a regular basis, and when she was with me, she'd say she was tired and just lie there. At least I could do what I wanted with her, and once she came home my jealousy would compel me to thrust forcefully into her already-fucked pussy while pushing her ankles to her ears. When she got her second boyfriend, however, my wife began to place restrictions on what I could do. She was too sore to be fucked roughly, she'd say, so I had to be gentle. Once I got inside her, she would only allow me to move extremely slowly. On top of it, her pussy was usually so stretched out I could barely feel anything. Still, the thought of her going out and fucking two other guys, despite--or perhaps because it was so humiliating--turned me on so much I'd usually cum in a matter of minutes. At least I was still getting laid, even if the sex left a lot to be desired.
Things became intolerable when my wife somehow managed to get a third boyfriend. She was almost never at home, and when I did spend time with her she was so tired from sleepless nights fucking she'd practically pass out immediately. In the course of six months, the most physical intimacy I had with my wife were two half-hearted handjobs. Meanwhile, I could tell from the hickies on her neck, her often-ripped clothing, and her diminishing supply of panties (she said her boyfriends like to keep souvenirs) that she was living a life of frequent, passionate lovemaking. It was too much, and I finally asked my wife to close our marriage again.
She agreed, but on one condition. She wanted to have a grand finale before settling down with me and raising a family. But, just to make things interesting, she added an element of chance to the event. I still remember her going over the rules that day.
"OK, Zack," she said to me. "I'm off the pill, and this is the most fertile day of my cycle. Now, you and my boyfriends will get to fuck me all night. Once I'm pregnant--I'm sure I'll be knocked up by tomorrow morning, but we can always have another try next month--I'll get a paternity test. Whoever the father is will get a week on a luxury cruise with me, paid by the losers. And there will be other forfeits for the losers, chosen by the winner. Zack, if you win, not only will my boyfriends never get to see me again, but they've agreed to share their future wives and girlfriends with you. Alvin's forfeit is that the losers have to write public blog posts about how he is manlier than them and outcompeted them in fertility. Bertrand's forfeit is that the losers have to get humiliating tattoos. And Carl's forfeit is that the losers have to live as women for a year. That means wearing a dress or skirt every day."
"And panties and bras," added Carl.
"Zack, as my loving husband, you may go first," said my wife. I had been waiting so long, it was all I could do not to cum in my pants. I actually managed undress and enter my wife before ejaculating, but I came the instant I got in her.
"That's all?" my wife said as I withdrew my wilting cock.
"Now I can see why you opened things up," said Alvin as he approached my wife. "You need someone in your life who knows how to satisfy a woman."
"I sure do," said my wife. She didn't even try to defend me. Instead, she started passionately kissing Alvin while stroking his cock. Already, I could see he was bigger than me. Not just longer, but thicker too. No wonder my wife was always so worn out.
Alvin got my wife on her back and was soon thrusting in and out of her. "Fuck me good, baby," my wife said between moans of lust. "Fuck me deep. Put a baby in me--oh! Ah!" she began to cry out in pleasure while Alvin grunted, pumping her with his seed.
I was hard again and approached my wife, but she pushed me away. "Not your turn yet, honey," she said to me as she began to straddle Bertrand. "Mmmm...your cock feels so good in there," she said to him, ignoring me completely as she sat on his thick tool. Even from the brief glimpse I had before my wife took him into her, I could see that he too was bigger than me. "Oh, I'm going to miss riding you," said my wife. "I hope you win, so I can one last week with you." She didn't say anything else, because she spend the rest of the time making out with Bertrand. She kissed him even more passionately than she had kissed Alvin. Their kisses even seemed more than just passionate. They were loving. All the time they embraced, Bertrand and my wife were caressing each other. He may have been balls-deep in my wife's pussy, with his tongue halfway down her throat, but I was most jealous of the tender way Bertrand stroked every part of my wife's body and the way she returned the favor.
Bertrand lasted longer than Alvin, probably because they weren't fucking. They were, I had to admit, making love. But eventually, they did cum, their hands gripping each other more tightly, my wife moaning into Bertrand's mouth as their kisses continued even through their mutual orgasm. Bertrand and my wife stayed in their embrace for several minutes, cuddling while his cock shrank and withdrew from her dripping pussy.
All of a sudden, my wife's demeanor changed. "You're up next, Carl," she said in a deep, throaty voice. She got on all fours, displaying her pussy to Carl. I saw the look on her face change to one of excitement and anticipation. Behind her, I saw the source of her excitement. Carl's cock was absolutely huge. It must have been a foot long, and as thick around as a soda can. Despite his size, Carl had no problem fitting his tool in my wife's pussy. Getting fucked three times must have stretched her out and provided her with plenty of lubrication. As Carl started fucking my wife, a look of undisguised lust came over her face. She was enjoying this on a purely physical level, I realized. Enjoying having her most intimate area stretched and fucked.
As Carl fucked my wife, she grunted with each thrust. Then, her grunts turned to moans, the kind of moans she has when cumming. Carl continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and she returned to her grunts. Then, moans again. She was cumming over and over on his cock. After my wife had climaxed three times, Carl started to grunt, signaling his own orgasm. By now, my wife was beyond words. She just moaned gutturally as he filled her up. Drool dripped down her chin, but she paid it no mind, her eyes fluttering and hands twitching as she was driven to yet another orgasm. Carl's ejaculation seemed to go on and on. He had stopped thrusting and just focused on driving as deep as possible into her pussy. I saw semen drip from between my wife's legs as she was filled beyond capacity.
