I had heard all of the jokes while I was going through training, "Hey Mark, we're having meatloaf tomorrow night, wanna come over and fuck Lisa?" I kind of thought this was just part of the bravado required to be part of an elite fighting unit. Little did I know, this wasn't just bravado!
I will not say "which" elite fighting unit in order to keep my charge to be a "quiet professional", but once I had completed the grueling training that had seen the vast majority of candidates wash out, I was assigned to a twelve man team. I had suffered enormously and been through hell to make myself one of the very few to share this honor.
During my first couple of weeks with my new team, I was given different tasks to perform as part of my initiation. Most were painful, humiliating, or a combination of both. I completed all of these tasks with enthusiasm, proud to be part of the team. Then my final initiation task was explained to me. I was to bring my wife, Kari, to the team room Friday, after hours, for the rest of the team to "initiate" her!
Kari was in no way a prude, having had a few sexual partners prior to the beginning of our relationship. But in the three years we had been together, married the last two, we had been monogamous, though we had shared fantasies about her being with other men. I was pretty sure being gang banged by twelve alpha males was not what she had in mind.
"Okay, I'll do it!" Kari told me upon hearing what my final initiation task involved.
"Just like that?" I said dismayed.
"You've sacrificed everything else to be part of this unit, why not me?"
"I don't want to "sacrifice" you." I said apologetically.
Kari held my head in her hands and kissed me deeply. "Listen," she said, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm really scared by the thought of what you've told me, petrified in fact! But I want to support you any way I can, and I have to admit, I'm also dripping wet right now thinking about it!"
"You want to do this?"
"I want to try, just don't let them really hurt me, okay?"
We made love for hours that night. As I lay exhausted, knowing I had report early in just a couple more hours, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking "what an amazing girl I married" and I also kept visualizing her being ravaged by my team. I finally fell asleep with an aching hard on.
When last muster was dismissed Friday evening around 7 PM, the entire team retired to the team room to crack a beer, relax, and prepare for the nights festivities.
Keith, our team leader, stood up and announced, "our newest team member, Mark, will complete his initiation tonight, and as I know that you all know what that means, I will remind you to be respectful at all times, everything done must be consensual, and no PERMANENT damage is to be inflicted."
This was all followed by raucous shouts of approval from the team members and some gestures that served to make me very apprehensive. One team member, Scott, bent over with his hands on his knees while Craig, another guy in the crew, repeatedly slapped his ass as Scott yelled "Do me! Do me!"
Everyone's attention was on Scott and Craig, and no one had noticed that Kari had joined us right in the middle of this little performance. She was staring at the two of them with her mouth agape.
I saw her first, and as I ran over to her, the room fell silent.
"Hello, I'm here." She said to me, trembling in her white blouse and short black skirt.
"You don't have to do this." I told her, softly, where the other guys couldn't hear, and with an air of genuine concern.
"It'll be okay," she whispered. "I've known that I wanted something like this for a while now. Might as well be for a good cause." She said in a quavering voice as she grinned up at me.
"Okay, but you can back out anytime you want to." I told her.
"Let's get this thing started" I meant to announce in a loud strong voice, but my voice came out weak, and a bit shaky.
All of the guys stared hungrily as I spun her around to face them and started unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse.
Kari stared around the room, taking the time to look each one of my team members in the eye, and then she shrugged off the blouse and unclasped her bra from the front, letting her beautiful full C-cup tits fall free for their inspection.
Her nipples grew hard immediately and she reached up and began to rub and tweak them as she rolled her hips from side to side and asked to the room in general "where do you want me?"
"On your knees," responded Keith. As team leader, Keith would be in charge of the night's activities, ensuring Kari's safety and that things did not get too out of hand.
Kari moved nervously to the center of the room, knelt, squeezed her tits together, tilted her head back and opened her mouth.
"You've got yourself a real trooper here, Mark." Keith said as he unbuttoned his BDU's and pulled out a respectably sized cock that was rigid and ready for action. The other guys voiced their agreement as they stepped up to encircle Kari, producing hard dicks in an assortment of sizes.
Before I could register that this was really happening, Kari was stroking a dick with each hand while sucking on Keith's purple helmet as other team members groped and abused her exposed tits. She was getting slapped in the face by hard cocks as each gut jockeyed for his turn in her mouth.
This went on for a while before they pushed her forwards on all fours so they could gain access to her juicier parts while they continued to face fuck her. They left her short skirt on, but removed her panties so they could take turns finger banging her while she sucked one cock after the other. I went last.
Once she had at least tasted the cock of every man on the team, Keith commanded everyone to take a break. He asked Kari if she was okay to continue.
"I'm fine" Kari answered, I just need to get fucked!" she announced loudly and the room erupted in cheers. I smiled at her proudly as she continued touching herself invitingly.
"Good! Then you'll love this next part." Keith said as he and everyone else started to disrobe completely and a green field table with a cot mattress on top of it was placed in the middle of the room.
"This is called "the two-minute warning" drill." Keith began. Every guy on the team is going to fuck you for two consecutive minutes, one guy right after the other, including your husband. If one of the guys comes in you, he is disqualified and is banned from participating in the rest of the night's activities. If you come at any point during this drill, you will have to recycle. Meaning, you will have to start over from the beginning. As a minimum, you must successfully complete this drill for Mark to complete his initiation. Understood?"
"I think so," Kari said apprehensively. "How do want me to position myself?"
"Your choice," Keith said grinning at the group of horny men. "How do you want to be fucked for the next 24 minutes?
Nervously, Kari approached the field table and looked at it for a moment, as if considering her options. Then, with an air of determination, she bent over the narrow portion of the table, with her feet still on the ground, spread her legs, and flipped her black skirt up onto her back. She gripped the far edge of the table with both hands, and then with her beautiful round ass and glistening bald pussy displayed perfectly, she looked over her shoulder and asked, "who's first?"
"Team leader goes first" Keith said, and with that he grabbed her tiny waist and shoved his brick hard cock deep into my wife's soaking wet pussy and steadily pumped her for exactly two minutes, when the next in the queue replaced him.
Kari took the first five guys without much incident. She moaned and grunted as the rhythmic pounding continued for ten minutes, but it was obvious she was concentrating on completing the task at hand.
It was not nearly so easy for her as the next five enjoyed their two minutes each. I could see by the look on her face and the rhythm of her breathing that she was trying to control her body's need for release. Kari has always been capable of multiple orgasms when being well fucked by me alone. I had my doubts she would be able to take the other eleven strange cocks without falling over the edge.
Keith had purposely placed Chris in the eleventh position. Chris' nickname on the team was "Mule" for what were now obvious reasons. This would be her roughest two minutes yet. Kari let go of the table and attempted to spread her ass cheeks with her hands when she felt the extent of his penetration. Her breath became ragged, and her face turned scarlet as the team counted backwards..."30, 29, 28." Chris started pounding her so hard the table was inching forward. "11, 10, 9."
