THE PLAN
For the longest time, I had been trying to get my wife, Omni, to participate in a gangbang. It was exciting for me because she was mine...she was not going anywhere. It's kinda like you bought a Vette and you just wanted to show it off to your buddies, knowing that they wouldn't get to drive it, I was it's owner.
We had been together for 15 years and married for 5. Needless to say, after 15 years, the sex just wasn't the same anymore. We were like best friends, but we both had sexual urges that needed fulfillment.
My wife was 5'6", 90 pounds (a size 0!), she had long blonde hair and her tits were a handful, but they were her own. Her ass was perfect, and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her tight little body.
The main issue was I wanted her to initiate the gangbang and have a great time, which would show me how nasty she could be. I wanted her to display her animal instincts to the guys; I didn't want her to be coached by me. The only sticking point was that me and the guys had to be the dominators, and you to be a submissive wife whore. You were expected to never utter the word "no," after any given command.
I also liked her to jack me off while she looked at porno mags, porno videos or told me a nasty gangbang story while stroking up and down on my 6" cock. During my hand job she would say things like: "Wow, look at that big black cock...that lucky girl, she gets to service all of those cocks...oh my God, baby, she's got all her holes filled...Oh I'd love to swallow all that cum, too..." All the mags, videos, and stories centered on ethnic guys per my request. One time, she was stroking my cock and telling me a gangbang story. It didn't take me long to cum as this story was especially dirty. I decided to ask her again, while the irons were hot, if she would do an ethnic gangbang for real.
"Hey baby?" I started, "I'd still love for you to be in a gangbang with some ethnic guys."
"Honey, I don't know why you keep asking me...you know I won't do it," she said.
"C'mon baby," I pleaded, "It would really spice up our sex life. I would love for it to happen, but I would want you to get into it, you know, act like you're having a blast, a total slave and slut to a group of hung men. If you're not going to enjoy it, then forget it. Just watching you with some hung guys would be such a turn-on for me. I would want you to use them, for your pleasure, not for mine or for theirs. What if I were to get some men together?"
She actually paused for a second, not shooting down my proposal immediately, and appeared to be thinking about it! My cock sprung to life again. "C'mon, you know I love you and we'd never have to see them again. You could just have some fun and then we'll move on," I told her.
"You wouldn't care?" She asked in a voice that conveyed a question and statement.
"No, c'mon let's do it, I've been begging you for this for the last 5 years. But I have to stress that me and the guys would dominate you while you obeyed every command. Look, if we tell you what to do then you would be absolved of any guilt, you'd just be following our orders."
"Well....our sex life has been kind of stale. I can't think of the last time we made out. If I do it this once, you'll quit asking me because that pisses me off, it's a total turn-off," she said.
"Yeah, I promise, this would make our sex life a million times better...just look at my cock!" She looked down and my dick was as hard as a brick and pointed up at a 135° angle.
"Well...OK, if you can get some guys with awesome cocks, then I'll do it. They would have to be at least 7", if I'm going to do this, then I want to go all out."
"You'll do it then?" I questioned.
"Yeah, fine...if you set it up, then I'll be your nasty whore and promise to service all of them with reckless abandon. Agreed?"
"Yes, yes, baby," I said excitedly, we then embraced and I told her I'd set it up for the weekend.
SHOWTIME
It was Saturday evening and we drove out of town to a small bar. "Baby, we're heading to the Vogue so you can get a buzz, I know you're a total animal when you're drunk, so......"
You say OK and after a 15 minute drive, we enter the bar to drink some alcohol. We go inside and immediately I order you 2 shots and a pitcher of beer. I pressure you to drink the shots and the beer as fast as you can and within 15 minutes all the alcohol is gone. Since you're only 95 lbs, the alcohol almost instantly takes effect and then I say: "Alright, we're going to the truck stop down the street and you're going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do! You're gonna be my little whore for the night, agreed?"
"Mmmmmm-hummmmm, yeah, sounds like fun," you mumble and we pull into the truck stop. We walk in and as you enter the restaurant area of the truck stop all the guys are looking at you and time seems to stop. You're wearing the flowered dress and pink thong that I had provided for you as well as some 5" black high heels. No bra. There are seven guys in the restaurant, bug-eyed and staring at you. I then proceed to tell you to sit at a square table in the center of the room. You sit down and cross your legs. You're facing all the booths that line the window and I sit next to you. After a few minutes of the truckers eyeing you, your buzz really starts kicking in, and the sight of all the guys watching us makes your pussy wet. I then tell you to uncross your legs, sit back in your chair, and put both of your high heels up on the corners of the table.
"Oh my God," you whisper, "all the guys will be able to see my open legs! I can't do that!"
"Baby, you agreed...so let's go," I demand.
"Well, my pussy is kind of wet," you say. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"Yep, and don't question me again. Put your legs up on the corner of the table...now!" I order.
You pull your miniskirt up to your waist and then set your high-heel clad feet up on the corners of the table. I get up and push your chair in, which spreads your legs even farther apart. The lighting is kind of low in the restaurant, still, the truckers can see underneath the table, but can't really make out any details...your most private areas are shadowed somewhat, but they can definitely see your pink thong covering your pussy and ass.
Next, I lean in and whisper: "Honey, pull your pink thong aside so all the guys can see your cunt and asshole."
You smile excitedly and look at all the truckers. Then you slowly pull aside your thong, exposing your cunt and ass to the cool, night air. You start rubbing your pussy and juices flow down covering your spread asshole. All the guys are watching and I love it! They can't believe what they're seeing. You look into each man's eyes and continue to work your hand in a circle around your clit.
Then I say out loud: "we're going into the bathroom and these nice truckers are gonna get to fuck all your holes!"
You agree and we stand up and head for the truckers bathroom. As we enter, I tell you to stand outside the door for a minute while I scope out the scene. I lifted up a toilet seat and I liked what I saw...this will do just fine. I put the seat back down and came back after a minute to get you. The seven truckers were feeling you up outside the door and a guy even bent down to put your nipple in his mouth. I came and pulled you in, the truckers following like a pack of wolves. One of the first things you noticed was that one of the toilets was off to the side and had no stall or doors, just leaving the toilet standing alone against the wall in the corner. There was a bench about seat-high in front of the toilet. I looked at you and told you to get out of your dress and leave only your high heels on. You do as I instruct, although kind of stumble a couple of times as your buzz is now really kicking in.
Next I say: "Ok dear, you're gonna get on your knees on the bench and bend over real far while you lick that toilet clean."
You're kind of shocked at first, but don't contest my order. "Lift up the seat, and lick the rim as well as the bottom of the seat." You stand down... "Bitch, do it NOW!" I yell.
You look over at me with a glazed look in your eye, I realize now that this was the point when the X started kicking in. I had slipped it into your beer at the Vogue, and now all your inhibitions were carried away, lost for the next few hours. You reach over and lift up the toilet seat. What you see shocks you...there is dried and fresh pee spots on the rim and about 7 or 8 pubic hairs also stuck to the rim. You look up under the seat and see about 10 round brown stains that vary in size from droplet to dime-sized, there's also a couple of elongated splashed shit stains near the back of the rim that trail over to the inside rim of the bowl. Here, on the back inside rim, there are several more brown drops, clinging to the white porcelain. "Omni, my wife, my love, before you get your fill of these guys nice cocks; you need to lick this toilet clean. Do it now!" I scream menacingly. "Oh, and since the showers are not working, what I need you to do is bathe each guy with your salivating mouth...no area is off limits...you must clean their balls and assholes with your tongue. Not only on the outside, but we need you to stick your tongue as far up their asses' as you can. Also, lick their hairs around their assholes, too!"
"Yes master," you reply timidly.
You got on your knees and bent over far, putting your hands on the side of the bowl. This revealed to the truckers a glorious sight in bright light: Your light-brown pubes were shaved into a triangle and your lips were shaved clean, as was your beautiful tiny pink asshole. Some chicks have a brown ring around their butthole, but yours was definitely pink, and it was pulled tight into you, giving an appearance of a star. Nice even sphincters, no puffing out...in short, it was the most perfect asshole I've ever seen. When you bent over your cheeks naturally spread open pretty wide, giving anyone a clear view of your asshole and pussy lips...heaven, pure heaven.
The truckers then moved up around you and encircled you and the toilet. I told them: "Alright, fellas, take off all your clothes except for your underwear." They followed my instructions and waited, stroking their cocks through their underwear.
"Get to it, baby-girl," I said.