The rest of the week had the ever present thought of a gangbang hang over our heads. She was always preoccupied, thinking about what might happen. I think she was more worried about what she couldn't think about happening. She had done several events with two customers before, but now we were talking about 5 guys. I was worried about how the dynamic changes going from two guys to a roomful of guys.
With two, there was an intimacy and still some manners and structure. With 5, it becomes a feeding frenzy and she wouldn't have any control. She always talked about staying in control as long as she could as she was the "sex professional". With 5 guys, I didn't think she realized she would have no control and her body was theirs. They would decide how she would be used. My neighbor told me they had never done a gang bang, and my guess was they would make the most of this one time opportunity.
The night came around and my ex-wife began to get ready. The guys didn't have any special requests except she dress as a teacher. Even though each of them paid for her before and knew she was a teacher, the fact they were going to gang bang her made it more exciting if she was dressed like her daytime career. With that in mind, I suggested she dress like she used to, before all of this new life.
Rather than stockings and other sexy things, we went back to her previous choices in underwear, what I used to call the J.C, Penney look. Her bra was your basic white, one that opened up in the front as her tits really weren't that big. Her panties were similar to granny panties, white and came out of a pack of three. For the rest, I had her put on a pair of knee-high argyle socks, then matched it with her penny loafers. The outerwear was a white button-down oxford shirt and a blue pleated skirt. Standing there, she looked like a model for the Preppie Handbook. I figured that look would make the guys think they were fucking their high school teacher right after school was done.
I still had to tell her about my special request of our neighbor. I wanted to wait as long as possible so she really didn't have a chance to think or argue about it. Finally, I walked up to her as she was finishing up and told her, "I had a special request of the guys."
"What?"
"I asked our neighbor to film this."
"What? Oh no, you know how I feel about pictures. I can't be on film! Of your wife being gangbanged?
"I do. I want it for a few reasons."
"What could they possibly be?"
"As I told our neighbor, I want to make sure they don't hurt you. No rough stuff. If there is, all of this ends. Second, I want to see you in action. I want to see just how much of a professional you've become!"
She started to object, but I told her if there was no film, there was no gangbang. I knew that would do it as she had committed, and once she committed, she never wanted to go back on her promise. She looked down and reluctantly agreed to it.
"Okay, it can be filmed. So now I'm a porn actress in addition to being a prostitute, huh?"
"Interesting addition to your resume, isn't it? Well, act as much as you want. I just want to see you get fucked by a bunch of guys."
She looked at me kind of coldly, as what I said didn't romance what she was doing, being fucked by a roomful of men. For a minute I actually thought she would change her mind. We kind of stood around and then got a call from our neighbor that all the guys were there and ready. I told him their entertainment would be there in a minute.
She heard me call her the entertainment, and then a small smile came upon her face. She was back in, knowing she had a job to do. The shy soft spoken high school teacher was now about to entertain five guys at one time. This was always a hidden fantasy and now it was really coming home. She took a deep breath and then told me something I didn't expect.
"Don't stay here while I'm down there. "
"Why?"
"I don't want to think you're up here while I'm being, well, the entertainment for a room full of men. Go have a few beers at the tavern. Just be back before I'm supposed to be home."
I agreed. I didn't know what I would do if I stayed. I know my mind would have raced with all sorts of thoughts and fantasies. I didn't want to sit and think, or perhaps even hear her being made air tight and cum on.
She started toward the door, blew me a kiss, and then headed down the stairs. Before she even got down the stairs, I heard my neighbor's door open. He had the camera rolling and you could hear my ex-wife say, "Already? Save some film for the good stuff!" She got in the door and you could hear the voices of five middle aged johns and my twenty something ex-wife call girl, the full time high school teacher about to become paid for gangbang whore.
I went to the bar and sat for a while. I watched some basketball game, but my mind was not on what was on the TV. I couldn't stop thinking about what was being done to my ex. It was about 45 minutes in. How many cocks had she sucked by now? Did she fuck anyone yet? Did she get dp'd or were they waiting for the end to do that? How many guys did she get to cum so far?
I had a few drinks and decided I need to go home. I looked at my watch and realized it was an hour and a half in. She would be home in about hour or so. I got to our apartment and walked past my neighbor's door. I tried to listen to hear anything I could. I knew I was getting a film of this event, I just wanted to hear it in real time. Like previous times, I couldn't hear anything, so I headed upstairs and made myself another drink.
My ex-wife was scheduled to be home at 10 - a three hour gangbang, About 10 PM the phone rang. I picked it up and it was neighbor on the phone. He wondered if they could buy another two hours of my wife. I did love that word buy, and I loved the selling her part. I said sure, that it would be fine, but it would be another $500 and he agreed. In the background I could hear her grunting and yelling that she was going to cum, followed by what sounded like two slaps. Someone was fucking her from behind and slapping her ass. There it was in real time -- my ex- wife being gangbanged while I was on the phone listening to her get fucked. I asked my neighbor if she was alright, and he responded that she was working the room and wearing out the group.
True to their word, the clock struck 12 and I heard my ex on her way up the stairs. I thought she was moving a bit slow, and I was guessing she was worn out. She turned the door knob, and made her way into the apartment. Just like the other times, she was clean as a whistle and no evidence of being in fucked by multiple men. The only sign you could see was that she moved slower than normal. I wanted to hear everything.
"How was it? You ok?'