MY WIFE LINDSAY SHRIKED "I WANNA GET FUCKED SO BAAAAD" while her wet cunt spasmed around my penis. I held her hips tighter, ramming my pelvis into her butt, shoving my cock deeper into that quivering juicy vagina from behind. Her fourth orgasm of our bedtime fucking was the hardest of the night, making her shiver and shake and gasp for air. It was delicious. It put me over the edge, and I shot my load into her cunt.
Drained, her body fell away from my penis onto the bedsheets. Her long dark, reddish hair was matted from all the sweat, tangled from me pulling at it. Her 34B-cup tits glistened with perspiration, her knobby pink nipples pointing straight out for the last 90 minutes. And her shaved pussy, over her long legs, was smeared in a mixture of her pussyjuice, my cum and our sweat. That 5-foot-6 frame of hers, a divine size 6, smelled like a gymnasium from our animal fucking.
We'd gotten so turned on talking about our upcoming Superbowl party, three nights away. We'd planned every detail meticulously. She couldn't wait for it, and neither could I. She even stopped slutting around for the last 2 weeks, a lifetime by her standards. She wanted to SAVE all that sexual energy. We laughed, collapsing on the bed together, that maybe she'd wasted some of that energy tonight, but I assured her that a good slut like her would find all the energy she needed.
The next three days passed slowly, but finally it was Super Sunday. The early afternoon we spent getting the preparations -- beer of all kinds, chips n dips, and pizza ingredients to make some pies. Then with my help we got Linsday ready. We jointly shaved her pussy, legs and armpits; we wash her hair thoroughly; amply dapped not-so-subtle perfumes; and I watched her apply just a dash of makeup to her eyes. Then she put on the outfit we'd planned: first a white high-cut thong, which arches over her hips and diving down inside her buttcrack so her ass looked almost naked. She also put on a bikini top, made of thin-fabric triangles barely surrounding her 34B tits with a strap behind her back and a second strap around her neck. Then she put on a tight haltertop that showed tummy, and a pair of white cotton short-shorts that clung to her skin so tight like it's painted on.
To get her all horny, right before everyone started showing up, I make Lindsay watch me strip and I jerked myself off on the bed, getting a couple of minutes' help with her sucking my penis, until I cummed hard all over myself. The relief was great, for me at least. Lindsay, being the 27 year old slut she is, was forced to do nothing but lick my salty gooey cum off of my skin, and she dutifully swallowed it good. It leaves her so wet in her tight thong and shorts.
The game kicked off around 6:18, but the guys come over by 5. We set this up through the Internet; it's all local guys, but none she'd met in person. To entice them, I let each of them have phonesex with her that week. And, at my request, each guy shows up at the party with a Bill of Health -- you know, a negative blood test result dates within the last week. So much more fun when you aren't worrying about shit.
When each guy walks in the house, she get eyes instantly ravaging her body. The guys are:
-- Alan, a studly and muscular white guy with short-cut brown hair, married and about 35 years old, 6-2, 200 lb;
-- Bob, a young single guy with longish brown hair, 5-9 180#, he's 24 years old;
-- Chris, curly blonde-haired 31 year old single cutie, he's short (5-6) and wirey (150 lb);
-- Dave, a brown-haired married 28 year old, a little taller (5-10) and lanky (165 lb); and
-- Earl, a light-skinned black guy who's 30 and single, former football player, he's 6-0 and a muscular 210lb.
They were all nice guys -- and, better, horny guys. The two married guys, Alan and Dave, made appropriate lies to their wives to come to the party. Earlier that week I even talked to both wives, you know, calling them to ask if Alan/Dave were there, so the wives knew their hubbies were actually going to a superbowl party and not out cheating with some slutty married whore.
As they arrived, everyone hooked up with beer and kicked back on chairs around our big-screen TV, watching the pregame, but always keeping eyes on Lindsay. As she walked around in her tight outfit, she could tell the guys were staring at her ass as she bend over, and at her tits too. She winked often and giggled, which she does alot anyway, but especially when she's horny for cock. Lindsday I'm sure saw everyone's rock-hard cocks in their pants, bulging and huge, everyone is so hard to give her hours of pleasure.