Her eyes and face turned towards to where he sat off to the side. Except for that little turn of her head, she was facing her audience directly... just as she'd been told to do. Squatting on her heels but not sitting. Legs spread open. Back pressed hard against the wall.
She wasn't completely naked. But that tiny little pleated skirt she was wearing, the one that didn't quite cover her ass when she met the men at the door earlier, didn't cover anything at all in this position. Likewise, the thin, low cut, stretch top that had shown off her hard nipples and a wide expanse of cleavage when she welcomed them inside her home, was now pulled down below her tits which only served to thrust them up and out for all to see.
She searched her husband's face, hoping - but not expecting - to see some signal that she was forgiven. Even as she did, her hand stayed busy doing just as she had been instructed to to, working that little pussy of hers into a slippery, wet, frenzy. She alternated between sliding her fingers over her swollen clit and then pushing them inside, fucking herself. Maybe if he saw how obedient she had become his irritation would soften and he would put a stop to the show she was performing.
He recognized the meaning behind the look, and it irritated him. "Please. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again. Look, I'm doing just what you told me to do. I'm a good girl, right? I promise I'll behave myself from now on." That look was obvious and he'd seen it before, although he knew it to be untrue. He had found out that she had fucked yet another man, the latest in a line of men who now counted themselves amongst those lucky to have their way with his hot little wife. She'd do it again. There was no doubt about it. He knew she would do it again.
But there was another look that he saw in her face. This one he also knew, but this one brought him an inner satisfaction. "Oh, shit! You know I can't wait much longer. I'm losing control! It's getting so fucking close. If you don't tell me to stop soon, it will be too late. Do you really want me to do it? Do you really want me to make myself come right here in front of all these men?" This look carried a certain nervousness.
He knew why. Carrie's orgasms were wild. Powerful. She was unlike any other woman he'd known, and he understood how it played a huge part in her constant cheating. This girl loved sex. She fucking loved it. There was no faking of orgasms with her. Many times, her climax came with her body shuddering all over, a scream from deep inside, eyes rolling back, then a fountain of liquid spurting from her pussy. When she hit that peak, it didn't satisfy her need. It only served to light a fire that took a long time to extinguish. She would beg to be fucked all night long in every way imaginable, coming over and over and over again.
Today, there was no reprieve. She saw him make a little nod of his head, but she could see from the stern look in his face that it wasn't a sign that he was releasing her. It was a nod that told her, "Go on. There is no going back for you tonight." She needed to finish what she started.
She turned her eyes away from her husband just in time to see the three men begin stripping off their clothes. She saw the hard cock of the man living next door... another one from across the street... and a third guy from a few houses down... "I might as well just invite the whole neighborhood!" he'd yelled in anger that day he'd caught her for the umpteenth time. "You're going to fuck them all eventually anyways, so let's just get it over with." A few days had passed, and now that's just what he had done.
The sight of three cocks surrounding her was too much for Carrie. There was going to be so much sex today. So much fucking sex. The thought of it immediately made her pussy pulse and twitch. "Oh SHIT! Oh FUCK!" she squealed, the dirty words helping to push her right over the edge. "That's it! I'm going to come! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" And with that, she could no longer support herself in that squatting position. She collapsed backwards, her legs flying wide open, her pelvis thrusting upwards, and her hand a blur as the fountain inside of her began to erupt. "Yes! UHHHH!! Oh my fucking GOD, YES!" she screamed out from deep inside her soul.
The men watched her in amazement as she squirmed, quivered, and shook all over from the powerful climax. They saw her jam her fingers deep inside her pussy as she came, while her other hand flew to her tits and pinched one of her nipples hard. Then her hand slid from her pussy and a stream of juice shot into the air, proof of the powerful release from deep inside of her. She slapped her spread pussy a few times as she came, screaming out in grunts and cries of lustful, animalistic release.
As often happened, she had nearly blacked out from the pleasure. So, at first, she couldn't understand what was happening as strong hands pulled her up to her knees. When a cock brushed against her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked on it without really thinking... automatically. She loved sucking cock, and it felt especially good right then... an oral pacifier to help soothe the shaking left over from her orgasm. The tremors were now only inside of her, but they put her in a state somewhere between the peak of excitement and the edge of wildness. She slid her mouth up and down, sucking hungrily as she enjoyed so much the wonderful feeling of the thick shaft stretching her wet lips and the bulging head sliding across her tongue.
It wasn't until she felt another pair of hands on her head, pulling her away from the cock she was sucking, that she started to remember just where she was and what she was doing. She didn't want to let go of that first cock, but, as soon as her head was turned, she found herself rewarded with another one shoved into her mouth that was just as hard. This time, she looked up into the eyes of the man she was so willingly servicing. She knew men liked that. It made them feel in control.
Carrie tried to focus all her attention on pleasuring this man, but hands that squeezed and groped her body quickly distracted her. The other two men were exploring all the curves and crevices of her body... places that should have been forbidden to them. Her nipples were still sensitive from her recent orgasm so she moaned in pleasure when rough hands ran across the them. Moments later, she gasped and reflexively slid a hand down between her legs, rubbing her pussy as the men's fingers found her hard nipples, pinching them... and not so gently either.
She let go of the cock she was sucking to look back at the man behind her, but as soon as she did she was instead pushed forward onto her hands and knees. It made it easier to slide their hands over the curve of her ass and down between her legs. Fingers from one of them entered her pussy, sliding in and out for a short time before being replaced by the fingers of another man. She spread her legs open for them, making it easier to explore her. A gasp of delight escaped her throat.
Carrie's body immediately responded to all the stimulation. Her pussy gushed and she felt a hot tingle of sexual desire wherever they touched her. But, it was more than just the physical touch. She felt dirtier than she ever had and that is what electrified her body.
She could look over and see her husband. He had moved a little closer, but wasn't taking part in the party that these men were having with her. He was only watching today. Being used like this right in front of him really drove home the lesson of what a dirty little fuck slut she was. She was a married woman who should have been faithful to her husband, but instead she was in her living room on all fours, mostly naked as three other men had their way with her right in front of him.
Feeling a small pang of guilt somewhere deep inside, she decided to reach out to the man that had married her 10 years ago. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked him in a lusty, breathless voice. "Did you want to see your wife surrounded by men? Did you wonder what it looked like to watch her suck on their hard cocks? Is that it, baby?"
Her husband moved closer and Carrie wondered if there would now be a fourth cock that she would need to take care of. But, as he got closer, he instead put his hand on the shoulder of the third man. "She talks too much," he said. "Maybe you could stick something in her mouth that would make her shut up. What do you think?"
The neighbor nodded then moved in front of her. "I've got just the thing," he said as his cock pushed up against her lips. "I think this will keep her from talking so much."
Playing along, Carrie kept up her dialogue. "What? Isn't a girl allowed to talk anymore?" Her lips were pressed against that cock, so her words were a bit mumbled. "This isn't very nice. I was just trying to ask if you..."
That's all she got out. His cock pushed passed her lips as she was talking and cut her off when it hit the back of her throat. He was a little more forceful than the other two had been... probably feeling like he could do what he wanted based on what her husband had just told him. He took her head in his hands and she felt his fingers wrap around her pony tail. As he pulled and lifted her hair, it exposed her beautiful face, emphasizing the graceful curve of her jawline and shapely neck. But his intent was much more basic... now he had a nice handle to hold onto as she sucked his cock. He could use just one hand to control her. Pulling her hair a bit tighter, he pulled her forward and firmly pushed her down onto his rock hard cock.
