This is the fourth and final segment of the story of how my wife, through an coincidental seduction by her son's wrestling coach, changed from shy and reserved to a true hot-wife. This section pushes some boundaries and while she has confessed some regrets, I have none. I love what she and our relationship as become and have no desire whatsoever to return to the mundane sex life we had before.
This telling is pieced together from her own recount, the video captured on my spy-cams and my first-hand experience, for continuity I will continue to tell the story from my point-of-view as I have thus far. It involves wife sharing, group sex and non-consensual (or at least impaired consent) sex, drugs (prescription) and a lot of good times, if any of these things offend you please read no further. I appreciate the encouragement in the feedback I have received, and please forgive me that I am but a novice writer, an engineer by trade; I do sometimes make grammatical and spelling and word usage errors.
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After Jill said goodnight and placed the phone back in the receiver cradle, she went back to the master bedroom and took a long shower, put on her usual T-shirt, and walked back to the kitchen where she prepared a cup of hot chocolate, took her Ambien, ate a few cookies and retired to the bedroom to watch HGTV until she fell asleep. She did not remember what time the following events started.
Sometime after midnight Jill awakened to find Tim, one of Eric's teammates, standing at her bedside his fly was open and he was busily stroking himself as he stared down at her. When she looked down at herself she saw that the T-shirt was raised above her breasts and she was completely exposed below. As she looked back to Tim the realization of her intruder sunk in.
"What the fuck!" she screamed, "Tim, get the hell out of my room," as she pulled the T down to cover her exposed body.
"I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't think you would wake up," Tim squeaked as he back peddled to the door while trying to tuck his hardness back into his jeans.
"What are you doing in my house? What are you doing in my room? How did you get I here?" She yelled a barrage of questions, not sounding nearly as angry as one might expect in such a situation.
She followed him down the hall toward the living room not missing a step without yelling more questions, never giving the guy a moment to answer. With each step and each question her arms flailed in every direction exaggerating her displeasure, and causing the tail of the shirt to repeatedly rise over the swell of her vulva, exposing the little landing strip of dark pubic hair that pointed the way to heaven.
When they reached the open expanse of the living room Jill was shocked to find that Tim was not alone. Dispersed through the room were senior classmates of Eric; Gary, the state champion heavyweight wrestler who tipped the scales just under 300 pounds yet was by no means fat, Maurice, captain of the basketball team, a just under 7 feet tall African American Senior, Tomas, starting center for the football team who had already signed with a major SEC college, Robby, the smallest of the bunch who wrestled below Eric's weight, and Pepper, who to my knowledge didn't participate in any sports, or anything else that I was aware.
Passed out in the recliner was Eric, his girlfriend had become ill during their date and after dropping her off he found this bunch at the arcade and they had been drinking, and they drank a lot. Tim was still trying to get his pants zipped as he back-peddled into the room, and Jill's tirade had caused everyone to stop and observe the drama playing out before them.
"What the hell are you BOYS doing in my house?" Jill extorted, placing her hands on her hips, which resulting in pulling the T-shirt taunt across her tits as it pulled up the hem just slightly above the folds of her vagina.
The boys all stared in disbelief or shock, I can't say if it was because of her anger, Tim's exposed manhood, or Jill's exposed pussy but not a word was said. Their eyes seemed not to even blink as they stared at my beautiful wife.
Finally Maurice spoke, "we are so sorry Mrs. Thompson, Eric was too drunk to drive so we brung (sic) him home, we didn't see no cars in the driveway so we thought you all was gone. We weren't stealing or anything, just hanging out."
"Tim was hanging out in my bedroom..." she started but was interrupted by Gary.
"He still is," Pepper blurted while pointing to Tim's partially zipped jeans and still very exposed penis.
The room burst into laughter, Pepper fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. Jill turned to Tim to see the cause of their uproar and tried vainly to stifle a giggle, before finally bursting into laughter herself. Tim was not pleased. He reached down and tried yet again to tuck himself in and pull up his zipper. As he did it caught the tender flesh on the underside of his penis and he let out a blood curdling scream.
Jill rushed to aid him, dropping to her knees in front of him and reached for his fly. Tim quickly covered it with both his hands.
"Do you want help or not?" Asked Jill sitting back on her heals, unaware that both globes of that wonderful butt were visible to the rest of the group now behind her.
Tim reluctantly dropped his hands and as Jill reached for the zipper a blood stain was growing around the trapped member. When Tim saw the blood he immediately heaved and vomited, most of the projectile falling onto Jill causing her to lunge back screaming and the front of her white T-shirt to become almost transparent. Jill regained her composure and knelt and reached again for the zipper. When she tugged down on the tab, Tim screamed again then fainted, falling into Jill knocking her backward, landing with Tim between her spread legs his freed again cock slapping the hood of her clit.
"Help me, get him off of me," Jill pleaded, trying vainly to push the comatose Tim from her.
She pushed at his shoulders trying to raise him enough that she could unwedge him from between her spread legs, every attempt at pushing him off resulted in him to falling again onto her, repeatedly dropping his full weight on her chest and abdomen. Although Tim was unconscious his cock had an awareness of its own and quickly engorged, see-sawing at her cleft with every attempted escape.
Gary rushed over, grabbed Tim by the collar and belt and lifted him away. Jill pushed herself to a sitting position with her legs still extended in front of her and tried vainly to cover herself.
"Thank you Gary," she offered. "Someone go to the medicine cabinet and grab the gauze and Neosporin for me please."
Gary stood above her staring down at her exposed pussy and transparent t-shirt revealing the hard nubbins of her tits, his own erection causing the front of his trousers to tent.
The now rousing Tim yelled, "let go of me freak!"
As requested Gary let go and Tim face-planted on the floor with a loud thump rolling onto his back moaning, holding his nose with one hand and his erect, still bleeding dick with the other.
Robby handed the gauze and ointment to Jill.
"Thank you Robert," she said politely as she reached for poor Tim's member.
