My head swam with thoughts of right and wrong, my son, and my husband as I looked intently into the eyes of a man as he pushed his hot stiff cock into my cunt. Returning my stare the man was grinning. Not a look of mere satisfaction but, a look of triumph. On my right my peripheral vision picked out my husbands face agape watching as the second man of a group of six surrounding the bed were taking turns fucking me. To my left a reflection in a full size mirror I witnessed my debasement as the man humped his ass up and down. Though the first man had spewed his hot cum into me I was so full of emotion that even though I was open and wet, I wasn't peaking with orgasms yet. But one long exhilarating ride. I reviewed in my mind how I got here and the events that led up to this moment.
I thought I was normal but if you think about it normalcy is a matter of degree. However, two months ago lying in bed after a particularly good session of sex my husband of 20 years asked what our next phase of life might be. You see our son and only child had gone to his first year of college not 2 weeks prior and it was empty nest for us.
We began talking about how it was going to be fun having sex when and where we wanted, I told him I couldn't wait to be nude all over the house. He related some of his fantasies he had for me and I just listened without saying anything. One of his fantasies he told me would be to watch me get gangbanged.
I am a practical sort and when my husband wants something I usually find a way to get it for him. I bought him a Harley-Davidson motorcycle for Christmas one year. So when he asked me to pull a train I took the idea in stride. I told him I didn't want to but if he insisted I would think on it. Usually that meant I was not going to but I try to let him down easy.
The idea of being together naked with him in our house was making me Horney often so I was already using a vibrator daily. It was easy to guess that he couldn't keep up with my libido when he would fall asleep early most evenings. Sex was once a week and I needed a lot more than that.
Then a month and a half ago, lying in bed after sex, my husband asked me again if I would entertain a group of men while he watched. I responded I hadn't thought any more about it. Leaning over me on his elbow he whispered he really wanted this. I told him I didn't want to but if he was sure I would do it for him. Just as I said that I could feel a globule of his semen trickle down the crack of my ass and I shivered with excitement and apprehension. There I said I would do it. I was a very sexual person but I wondered if I could have sex with another man if it came to that. There was no doubt my husband would definitely be moving ahead with plans to change me into a slut. My husband was the only man I'd been with and I had no reason to believe he had cheated on me. I think he had sex with someone else prior to our having met, but I rarely thought about it. I resigned myself to my fate and tried to avoid thinking of this group sex orgy for the rest of the day.
One month ago my husband began planning. I told him I didn't want it at our house for obvious reasons and I didn't want anyone to have sex with me that either of us knew. I guess my propriety was more important than the risk of having sex with strangers. He said he had already thought of some guys and would let me know.
Then the question of the original reason for sex being a way to procreate, I asked my husband about birth control. I reminded him I was still young enough to get pregnant.
He said he didn't want the guys to wear condoms so I would have to make do with my diaphragm. Also he wanted me to find something sexy to wear at least at first.
After that our sex was more frequent. Randy must've been very excited about this. I cannot say that if I had offered sooner I would be having a lot more sex, but I would.
On Friday one week and a day before the big day after my husband had really given me quite a ride we again discussed the preparations for my abandoning my virtue and surrender to wantonness. He asked me if I had thought of something to wear. I told him I had ordered a mini wrap dress and a black satin knee length cape to wear. I asked him how many guys he found willing to fuck me.
He told me five guys not including him were lined up. I asked him if I knew them and he said I met one at last years Christmas party, other than that he didn't think so.
It surprised me my husband would want to include men he knew, because I always thought cheating on my husband was tantamount to cuckolding him. I guess he knew what he wanted.
I asked him where it would take place and he told me he hadn't decided yet. With that he gave me a big kiss and told me he loved me for doing this.
As for me, I was numb. I wanted it for him but wasn't sure about myself. However, to tell you the truth, if he was to say he'd called it off I would've been disappointed. On the other hand being 40 years old I would be relieved. These guys may not want me. I decided I would go to a salon and get a makeover.
Three days later I'm in the salon getting a cut and some makeup. Mulling these things over again, what if they reject me? Am I pretty enough? Can I physically have sex with six different men one after the other? What if they wanted more, more of what?
After the salon I went home and tried on my new pink wrap dress and draped my cape over it. Slipping into my 4 inch matching pink heels I looked into the full length bedroom mirror. I looked stunningly sexy. I thought I might lose my breath for a minute.
The garage door opened signaled my husband's return home from work. I got my outfit off fast because I didn't want him to see it before the big event. Not unless he asked me to show him anyway. I went down to prepare a dinner for him nude and his homecoming besides dinner tasting good, we fucked like bunnies on the dining room table for dessert.
He informed me we were going out Friday night and I would be wearing a blue knee length dress made of rustling taffeta and wearing high heels. That would be all. After what I had promised to do this coming Saturday I figured going out without bra or panties in a shimmering dress was nothing and so I nodded in consent.
My life was changing and as I pointed out before I wasn't sure I wanted it this way or not. My husband and I fucked first and made love afterward again that night. The sex was great! I knew I could stop what was coming up this Saturday but did I want to? What if my son found out?
Thursday brought more anxiety. What would it be like? Could my husband stop the men from hurting me if they got rough with me? Would my husband stop them if they got rough with me? Will I like it? Will I like it too much and want it again? Will it break up our marriage? What if he thinks I like it too much and thinks I'm a whore? I didn't usually drink during the day but I needed something.
Friday I found the dress I was to wear hanging on the back of the bedroom door. An envelope attached had a bracelet and ring for me to wear. Of course with mixed feelings of trepidation and wanton lust I put the dress on and the jewelry. I applied my make up carefully but heavily. The looking back at me from the mirror wasn't me. I looked completely different. My body was actually slim looking and I had a smile on my face that was natural. I was moist with excitement. My heart was beating wildly when two hours later, I was at Sweet Waters a four star restaurant, with my husband.
I was embarrassed with nothing on underneath my dress but at the same time sexually keyed up and trembling with excitement. I liked the way my husband was turned on to me. He really hadn't been this keyed up over me in a long time. I didn't care how I looked or came across to others, I wanted to please my husband and then have him take me home and fuck me.
In the back of my mind I thought of what would transpire in the next 12 hours? Would my husband love me tomorrow night? Could I have sex with six different men one after another? Am I a whore? Maybe this dinner with sans panties and bra is enough and my husband will cancel tomorrow?