Harry announced to me and to everybody else, "I am going to fuck her face while she kneels in this chair. I need a volunteer to continue spanking her ass. Who wants the honor?"
Then, to me, Harry said, "Take off your shirt. These fellows want to watch your boobs bounce while you are being face-fucked and spanked at the same time."
Well, I could hardly have been any more exposed or embarrassed, so I took off my top and my bra. While Harry stuffed his cock into my face over the back of the chair, somebody else continued the spanking on my red bottom. A cock was sliding in and out of my mouth; my ass cheeks were quivering from the spanking; and my boobs were swaying in time to both. I was thrilled out of my mind and in a sexual tailspin [pun intended] - completely dominated by these men - ready to do whatever they told me to do. Before, I had no idea that spanking would make me so compliant, so willing to abandon my previous limits. Except screwing. I do have standards. A bedrock policy was that nobody could fuck me except Hubby.
Harry used my mouth vigorously until he let out a groan and shoved his cock as far into me as possible. Then I felt a pulse in his cum tube followed by a mouth full of sticky, salty semen. I swallowed it all.
When Harry called out, "She's available. Who's next?" Hubby interrupted saying, "Hold on fellows. You each get only one turn, either a spanking or a blow job. I don't want you guys to wear her out. I have enjoyed watching you guys work; but I will want some time with her myself after you go home." Although I did appreciate the limits Hubby just set, that announcement made my face turn as red as my bottom.
I stayed kneeling I that chair as a couple more skippers stuffed their cocks Into my mouth and obtained their relief. Usually, somebody was slapping my bottom and fondling my boobs; except for one kind man who contented himself with caressing my sore bottom. I appreciated that.
After I had sucked the final cock, all of the men were lolling in their chairs, relaxed and content and I was feeling thoroughly used. Then Pete, skipper of the
Fish Finder
, requested that I go back to the kitchen and prepare drinks for everybody. In the kitchen, my mind was too fucked over to mix anything at all complicated, so I just opened seven cold cans of beer and put them on a tray. When I carried the tray, carefully this time, out to the skippers, I was in such an erotic fog from the spankings and the cock sucking and the total exposure, that I forgot I was naked. It startled me when some of the men stroked my bottom and my boobs as I passed the beers around. I was in such a suggestible and receptive state of mind that I enjoyed this sexual attention from men who were not my husband. I had no idea that being spanked would make me so docile and compliant. I felt humiliated and embarrassed; but also proud and thrilled at the same time. Who understands a woman's mind?
After the skippers departed for home, or their boats, or the Harbor Bar, Hubby didn't want to clean up the house or even let me do it. He had something else on his mind.
When we went into our bedroom, he undressed instantly and showed me the biggest erection I have ever seen on him. Remember, I was already undressed. He shoved me onto our bed. I was so excited already that I did not need any foreplay. Hubby jammed that big cock into me and proceeded to give me the best, most intensive screwing of my life. Unfortunately, the sex did not last very long. I guess Hubby was as stimulated as I was, so he released his cum into my vagina after only a few intense minutes of shoving that enlarged cock into me. I screamed with pleasure, so happy to be with my own man after all those other guys.
We both wondered whether more spankings would be in our future. I think we both agree that my bottom will be turned red again by somebody. Soon.