From our hotel balcony, I watched as three members of the Lambda Lingus fraternity (another made up frat house name done to protect the lascivious) entered our suite. I observed as each one helped in removing Renee's clothing and then took turns stroking her pussy and caressing her tits. She in turn, sucked each man's hard cock.
It had been two days since our escapade at the Alpha Beta frat house and I still couldn't maintain an erection long enough to make sex worthwhile. My pecker was exhausted and pleading for a prolonged rest. I'd wanted to join the group in this gangbang of my wife, but knew I'd be embarrassed.
"It's no big deal, I can call it off," Renee had told me.
"No, I want you to enjoy this week of freedom," I unselfishly told her. She'd gone to some effort to set this meeting up and she deserved to enjoy a few hours of stud servicing. "How about I watch from outside?"
I convinced her it might be stimulating for me to play the cuckold voyeur. Oh, indeed, I was very excited. But, my penis wasn't ready to stay up for an extended period of time. Instead, I watched as Renee was hoisted onto two waiting shafts; one going into her ass, the other up her now bald pussy.
Her pubic hair had been shaved the previous day by a similarly smooth young male member of the swim team. He'd shaved most of his body to reduce drag in the water and she'd become so intrigued by the idea, that she had him delicately razor off her wispy bush.
I'd observed that action also from the balcony. Though I thought Renee's now barren pubic mound look sexy as hell, I still wasn't able to keep my erection going for any length of time. Rest was the only cure. I estimated another full day.
Renee bent into an uncomfortable looking position and managed to have the third companion place his erection into her mouth. She'd mentioned that she'd never been able to have all three holes filled at once and it was something she'd fantasized about for years. It surprised me when she managed to extend the precarious contortion long enough for the oral contender to erupt. Rather than cum inside her mouth, he pulled out and squirted his thick deposits of cream all over her face.
The other two continued pumping away at her two remaining holes while she shouted verbal vulgarities indicating how much she was enjoying the pounding they provided.
My hand made its way to my crotch and massaged my half stiff schooling. It was telling me that it wasn't going to return to full mast until it was good and ready.
I watched as the taller of the two men pulled out of her ass and shot his considerable load onto her buttocks. It seemed to be double the amount of anything I'd produced in decades.
Still covered in the spunk from the first two, Renee rolled back on the bed as the final frat man disengaged from her coochie and exploded over her loins. His glop dribbled down her hairless naked pussy. Her crotch looked so amazingly sensual as it glistened from the deposit of a younger man's semen.
I suppose some men would be jealous of their wife being pleasured by so many more vigorous and virile men. Instead, I was thrilled to see her enjoy those undertakings after so many years of self-denial and devotion to me and our family.
I heard her through the glass windows say, "Thanks for cuming guys. You were all amazing. Good luck with your studies," as they dressed and began to leave.
As I reentered the room, Renee lay back onto the bed, still naked and still drenched with the seed of the three men. "You know, I should make you lick it off," she said teasing me.
"I'd rather have a good pasta primavera," I joked back. "I'm starving. I didn't think you'd go that long."
She looked at the clock. Her latest exploit had lasted over two hours. "My god, I had no idea I had that much stamina." Renee hurried off to the shower and in fifteen minutes we'd headed out the door.
She hadn't bothered with make up or any other cosmetic enhancements. "You still look gorgeous. The Alpha Betas were right. You are out of my league."
She kissed me and said, "Nonsense, you're my perfect teammate; I wouldn't be in the game without you." Renee had a glow that I didn't remember seeing before. She seemed to radiate sexuality.
At dinner, she insisted I order the oysters. She said, "I've heard they help with getting back a man's stamina. You're going to need it in another day."
She refused to tell me what she had planned, but I could tell by her impish grin, she had something up her sleeve. It would take me another full day for my penis to stand ready for action. In the meantime, I played some of the best golf I've ever managed. I wished I had a recording of some of my rounds.
While I golfed, Renee fucked. I returned from the course and she gave me every lurid detail of her activities. One involved a shy young man that had been rejected by every fraternity on campus. He sat in a bar alone drowning his misfit status, when she spotted him and insisted on hearing his story. He was tongue tied at first, but she got him talking.
"So, Mark, you didn't get in to any of the organizations?"
"Nobody wants me."
"I'll tell you. I slept with a bunch of them this week. They aren't a big deal. When you're done with college, being a part of a fraternity won't matter one bit in your life."
"But, I'm looking for the fun they offer now." Young men at that age so rarely see the big picture.
"I can't help you get accepted by Greek society, but I can offer you what a bunch of them enjoyed this week." She put her hand on his knee and then kissed him.
She went back to his dorm room and they put a sock on the door knob. Renee spent the next hour in his small bed as she made love to him. When she left the room she said, "I can truthfully tell you, this is the best sex I've had this week with any of you collage guys, because you were the most honest with me." She kissed him goodbye and he watched as she walked down the cinderblock hallway. It may not make an enormous difference in the course of his life, but it eased a moment of doubt for one young person. I'll always admire Renee for that.
By the end of the week, I was ready to play again. I still hoped to share her with one or two of the students, but things were about to go a bit differently. I awoke on Friday morning, our last full day in town. To my surprise, Renee was already up and dressed and we were not alone. Sitting on the bed next to me was a young woman. Her hair was straight and blond, framing her slender face and hazel eyes. She wore a baggie red sweatshirt, jeans and wedged flip-flops.
As my senses began to sharpen, she smiled at me and nervously said, "Hi, you must be Tom. I'm Patricia."
I fought to clear my head. I hadn't had that much to drink last night; I would definitely have remembered bringing an eighteen year old girl back with us. "So, what brings you here this morning, Patricia?"
"I need your help. I have to get in to the Kappa Chino house."
"I don't have any door keys. Maybe you could try an opened window," I suggested in my groggy state.
I heard Renee laugh and was grateful she was there to explain this odd situation to me. "I came across Patricia yesterday. She's in her freshman year and needs to become a member of the Kappa Chino sorority."
Patricia looked very serious and said in an imploring voice, "I just have to get in, I'm a legacy. My mother and her mother were both in Kappa Chino."
"You can see how important it is to her."
I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I had on a tee shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. For some reason my brain seemed unable to engage with the situation. "So, ladies, how do I fit into this picture?"
Renee and this girl looked at each other. It was Patricia that said, "Could you ask him? Please?"
"Alright. Patricia is on the cusp of initiation, but she failed one of her trials. Kappa Chino has given her one last chance to prove herself. She has to have sex with a man who's over fifty. That's where you come into play."
"Can you tell him the rest? I'm so freaked," Patricia said in an annoying tone our daughters used when they were younger and really, really wanted to get their own way.
"It seems Patricia is a virgin. So, you'd have to be her first. Once more she has to make a video of it on her phone, so the girls from the sorority can verify that Patricia has, well... How do I put this?"
Patricia blurted out in a teenaged whining voice, that I knew very well, "I have to lose my cherry to an old guy."
I insisted on seeing two forms of picture IDs to verify Patricia was over the age of eighteen. I also pointed out that being referred to as an "old guy" wasn't much of a turn on for me. Finally I asked, "Wouldn't you rather give your virginity to someone closer to your own age?"
"No, that doesn't bother me. My mom got popped by a guy who was over sixty and Grammy lost it to a man in his mid-fifties when they got into the Kappas. It's a part of our family legacy."
