The Fuck Jar

Finally, we were off.

A hotel in a geothermal resort town for the weekend.

Her mother was fashionably late again to look after the kids for the weekend but at least she was here and we could hit the road.

It was a beautiful mid-winters day with blue skies and a perfect mix of sunny weather albeit a comfortable chill in the air which made for a picturesque journey.

We had been planning this for months as her high pressure job as a specialist in a local hospital quite often left her drained and stressed.

Mine was not so bad running a small farm and organising the house and kids but I too looked forward to reconnecting and relaxing with her.

She had carefully chosen a hotel on the edge of the lake in the resort town specifically because it had a large in room spa conjoined with a generous open room shower in our unit.

The spa was absolutely a prerequisite, as the house I was supplied with my job had no bath, something she craved dearly and missed after her quite often troublesome days.

Showers are nowhere near as relaxing as a long deep soak.

The downstairs court foyer area had a large communal pool supplied by a geothermal spring that was surrounded by palms and ferns.

Perfect for a mid-winters relaxation getaway.

The boot was loaded with our luggage, her one case and my two.

I always took far too much stuff.

Small treats and alcohol were loaded in another case with massage oils and candles and other goodies.

Life had been good to us and for the most part fulfilling. I could work my job around the kids and take care of the house and our rental houses we owned.

This made her free to pursue her career and build on it.

Even after 13 years sex was always on tap with us having it most days but was often interrupted by our young children one way or another.

We both looked forward to not having that happen for at least a few days.

Having no kids banging on doors because they wanted trivial things or were fighting or couldn't sleep could sometimes make having sex a second job some days and we both looked forward to being able to fully let go without those transgressions.

Regardless, we had a good life balance and were not just lovers but best friends and always both worked hard at making each other's needs met.

Every morning started an hour early than needed with me making coffee and tea and we would spend that time talking in bed before she left for work.

It allowed us some freedom because generally the whole house was asleep, there were no outside noises until the dawn chorus of birds awoke, a comfortable ambience where we could converse about our lives and future plans, our worries while we held each other and talked.

It was a good time too, to throw in a quicky if the mood suited and we had time.

She knew how men felt when they were horny and was surprisingly understanding about it, quite often if she wasn't in the mood she would tell me to jerk off beside her and let me finish on her tits or arse or other times just let me fuck her if I didn't take too long.

My wife wasn't adverse to cum and often fantasised about multiple guys fucking her and cumming on her face, vag and in her mouth, well anywhere on her.

She loved the idea of groups of men being turned on by the sight of her naked body and being the centre of their adoration.

She also like the thought of being used as a hole to satisfy their needs.

It made her extremely horny, sexy and excited.

Darkly hot and dirty.

One of our favourite things to do during sex was dirty talk, not your typical dirty talk though but a long running commentary from me going deep into our fantasies of group sex and sometimes involving domination and humiliation.

Having a solid work ethic and responsibility and power over people unbalanced her some days and she craved some domination over her instead, occasionally, because it bought back a sense of equilibrium, along with a feeling of relief through erotic release.

I would narrate to her what would be happening to her during the fantasies and as I gently fucked her in the start of it she would ask questions occasionally to steer her towards her pleasure that she wanted on the day until it increased pace with arousal.

"Where will we be."

"A nice hotel room in the CBD."

I would describe the scene in great detail until she asked another question.

"How many men will there be." She would ask as she slowly eased into the vision unfolding in her head as I described it, warming to it.

"Five, maybe ten, depends, I could organise more." and on I would go, building a mental picture of who they were and how they came to be joined in with us and carefully paint a scene with words.

Sometimes it would be three to five men or could creep up to fifteen or twenty, it just depended where she wanted to go with it on the day and how aroused she got.

"Will they pay you for me to be fucked " yet again I would run into descriptions of what they would pay and what for.

These weren't so much questions but more pointers on where she wanted the direction of it to go.

With each answer to her *question* I followed it with a long running erotic monologue from me with her interrupting occasionally with a new *question* it to steer it to where she wanted.

Sometimes I would say men would pay a 20 dollar door charge each to fuck her, sometimes I would say one guy, perhaps a businessman, would pay me 500 dollars, for her to be his and a group of friends sex toy, while I watched, joined in or filmed and directed the action.

Sometimes I would say we had set up a website where groups of guys could book her for special events to be also streamed on onlyfans so other guys could pay to watch.

There were a multitude of scenarios, motels, hotels, private spas, after hours bars.

The list was endless but always, always involved many cocks.

"Will they be rough" she would gasp and moan.

And yet again I would change the direction of my talking and oblige with long stories of how rough they would be, all the while fucking her and increasing and decreasing the pace of my fucking with her excitement.

She loved to be fucked laying on her back while I lay sideways to her with detailed narrations fulfilling the fantasies she wanted on the day, as I said, generally involving group sex and sometimes humiliation and degradation depending on her mood and her state of arousal.

She would close her eyes, smile and whimper, ramming her fingers into her mouth occasionally once she was in a state of dreamy hypnotic ecstasy.

"How much will you charge them to fuck me." I would narrate that she was sometimes just worth a few dollars or a meal somewhere or she was well known and guys would pay top dollar just for the opportunity, sometimes it would be that it was my birthday and I had a free pass for 24 hours and I could organise a bunch of guys to do a gangbang, with me in charge of telling them what to do, with her dutifully complying to please me mainly but also her own desires.

There was always a safe word we had if she felt the boundaries were pushing too far but generally, it was a fantasy so the limits were broad and imaginative but logical, it couldn't be things that just wouldn't work in real life.

The only rule being, she was voluntarily compliant and agreed to be taken with me always in control and used in these scenes we created even if they got rougher and darker.

Keeping the feeling of her being safe was paramount in a fantasy as much as I guess it would be in real life.

"Will you tell them to call more of their friends if they cum and don't want another go.", She would interject in a scene I was building into.

I would push on telling her how many more she could handle and when she suggested numbers create more dialogue that suited how many more men would arrive and how and what they would do to her when they arrived.

"Will some of them just jerk off on me."

I would start with them just doing that before it escalated slowly with her on her knees surrounded by cocks, eight or ten, playing with them before getting more intense with the scene ending in a bukkake or oral sex or generally full sex.

"I don't want things to be different with us, it might change how you feel."

I would tell her I loved her and how stunning she was, that shouldn't other guys with my guidance, under my control, not have a chance to share in her body, to briefly experience what I get, that she was still mine to take home, that it would make me proud to see her pleasing me and them as the star gangbang slut wife.

For them to watch me enviously go home with my prize, knowing it was just I that could have her any time I please, unless I, and only I, chose otherwise.

"What if all the men want me to suck them and there's too many?"

I would go into great depth on how she would use a mixture of wanking, licking and getting face fucked to break up the pace, that I knew she didn't want any of them to leave unsatisfied.

"But people won't be happy with me if they want more but I can't give it to them, will you make them keep going."

I would relegate on how we would rest, and they would carry her through to the shower or bath and pamper her for a while before the action started afresh.

"If I get sore from too many different men, will you make them keep fucking me?" Again, stories of giving her cunt a rest while they jerked off or switched to fucking her arse. "I don't think I want them to cum in my mouth, will you stop them or....will you make me swallow it all."

What I knew she was asking is if I would dominate her into swallowing which turned her on immensely, so I would oblige with imaginative stories of guys coming in her mouth and her swallowing and cleaning their cocks up.

"If I get sore in my vag will you make them fuck me in my ass."

Again her mind was escalating to something more she wanted and on I would go.

"Will you tell them to tie me up on a bench or pool table so I'm just a fuck doll for them to just fuck me anywhere they want."

This headed into BDSM and was one of my favourite areas to play though never ever included any slapping or play pain which try as she did, did not enjoy, but BDSM is a large shop to walk around and the ideas and scenarios were boundless.

"Will you film it and sell copies."

She loved the idea of being a whore to groups of cocks but at the same time a famous one that earned money and the envy of other woman for her sexual prowess and various men that lusted after her that couldn't get the opportunity could now watch these and jerk off about her at least.

At any one time ever was I cuckolded, or not in control, as a party to the scenes.

It's not that I didn't like it, it just didn't interest me or her.

Because I was always the one in control, organising and directing or a player, it kept the scenes safe for her and comfortable because I was the one in command of everything.

She just played the part of the submissive wife pleasing her husband and his fantasies and hers.

As I am creating these fantasies and detailing these things to her, with each question I would steer it towards where she wanted to go and her excitement would increase.

Sometimes it would escalate to her being held by the back of the head while on her knees and pissed on, fingering herself to orgasm, after they had come on her while being drenched at the same time with abusive compliments.

Another one of her favourite things being, as each guy came, they would pull off their condoms if they were wearing them, and empty it on her chest and tits only after the last guy had cum, for me to scoop it all up and smear it across her lips and into her mouth praising her for being the best gangbang slut.

Afterwards being pulled by her hair and roughly face fucked by me while she cried.

Not tears of pain or hurt but tears of joy and ecstasy as a sub would only know.

Sometimes it included her carefully applied make up being smeared over her face, once it was saturated by their piss and cum, she would only be referred to in the third person as 'Cunt' which would be written in crude letters on her chest by me in lipstick.

"Cunt, get on your knees and start sucking."

"Cunt, bend over the table and spread your ass cheeks, show us what a whores pussy and asshole looks like."

"Cunt, get them guys some beers then get on your back on the table and spread your legs, I want them to see if your meat is worth the 20 bucks they gave me to fuck you is worth it."

"Cunt, after they are done fucking you I'm going to make them laugh at what a worthless cumrag you are, then you are going to clean yourself up and get ready for round two so you can up your game and make it worth their while."

"Everyone is going to remember Cunt as the best fuck toy they have had."

On other occasions when she was playing the role of 'Cunt" she was either allowed to say yes or sorry or nothing at all to any questions or commands.

She was to always look down and not into my eyes and do everything I ordered her to do.

I regularly read sex stories on adult literature sites to either keep my material fresh and have new fodder for her, or if she thought of something she hadn't bought up before, I could quickly sink into that direction the new fantasy would go, and not fumble it, or lose the mood by stalling my narration.

As we pulled into the carpark I was pleasantly surprised by how the hotel and amenities perfectly matched the website pictures and description.

The spa bath turned out to be an actual spa and not a spa bath and was large and luxurious along with the large open room shower with the drain in the centre of the room.

The views across the lake were sweeping and almost biblical, with being in the second floor with a large balcony, it was the perfect setting for the weekend we were looking for.

Even if we didn't have our erotic story sex it was going to be an epic getaway.

We had eaten on the way down so I suggested we go downstairs and test out the geothermal waters in the centre of the complex.

"Let's grab a few beers and some gins and hit the pool" I said looking forward to winding down after the long drive.

To help her prepare for our weekend I made sure would be looking her best, not a difficult job for her by any means.

I arranged a few days naked sunbathing at different times over a couple of weeks and made sure I organised things around the house so she could get in some extra workouts in between her shifts as a Specialist.

Two days before we left I sent her off to get her cunt waxed and hair done. That always made her feel clean, hot and horny.

In her early forties she was of petite build and 5 foot 3 inches, with a models face.

Her high chiselled cheekbones offset her deep set eyes, this coupled with full lips and small chin exuded an air of quiet innocence, she quite often reminded me of how Japanese or Korean woman are like, I always wanted to sleep with one, they fascinated me with their quiet exaggerated femininity coupled with delicateness and exotic looks.

I always found western woman to be slightly more brash, bolshy and hard in comparison.

Unless one day she surprised me with a hall pass to savour one, I guess I would never experience that, but it didn't matter, she carried the same air about her and it was close enough for me.

An air of vulnerability without weakness permeated from her that radiated an earthed gracefulness that drew people to her.

Though relatively short compared to the average woman, she had long shapely legs for her height.

Her round tight arse accentuated her perfect breasts and large nipples.

She regularly tanned, ate well and exercised and often passed as five or more years younger.

Long thick hair and the way she carried herself turned heads, and going out, it always gave me great satisfaction seeing guys looking at me enviously and fucking her with their eyes.

I was always fascinated that with her quiet demure and introverted personality she had a secret lust for erotic darkness.

The real secret, hidden from everyone but me, was her perfect looking pornstar vagina.

The type woman pay thousands to plastic surgeons to emulate with vaginoplasty operations to make their bits look more aesthetically pleasing.

Even after children, fucking her was an indescribable pleasure with how tightly it gripped my cock, almost like a well lubed fist.

Couple that with her pert firm nearly c cup breasts and large nipples I found it hard sometimes to not cum too quickly sometimes when I was fucking her.

Once she was in her bathing suit I grabbed towels and drinks and we headed off to have a swim.

There were a couple of families there and a group of five or so guys.

The water was bath temperature and steam rose from the pool hitting the cold winter air, it was perfect.

As usual there was roaming eyes from men and jealous looks from woman watching her as she entered the water.

It always happened and never bothered me, in fact quite the opposite, it made me proud that she was mine and no one else's.

A few drinks in I decided to move about the crowd in the pool chatting with everyone.

Working on a farm it was good to be out amongst people for once and making small talk which I enjoyed immensely.

The families drifted off after some time and soon it was just us and the five guys.

Turns out they were forestry workers staying 20 km out in the bush on a job they had been on for eighteen months, coming into town every few weeks to have a break and lived six hours drive away with their respective wives and girlfriends.

My wife decided she had had enough after some time and wanted to head back to the room.

"I'm off with her, come up to our room for a few beers later maybe," I suggested to the group of guys.

"May do that pal, for sure." they all said in reply and I gave them our room number.

We'd had a few laughs and the conversation flowed, so I hoped they did, but also didn't want to dampen our time together away from home.

Once back in the room my wife took her bathing suit off and slipped into a dressing gown. I had a quick shower and got changed and poured us both some drinks.

Abruptly, sometime later, there was a knock at the door, answering it, it was three of the guys standing there with beers.

"Come on in." I said enthusiastically.

I'm not sure about her, but I was glad to have a few more drinks and conversation with them.

She didn't seem to mind and it was great talking and laughing and comparing notes on farming and forestry.

It appeared they only got home every four months or so and was a tough life but extremely good money.

My wife got up after some time, apologised and said she wanted a shower.

Once she was in there one of the older ones looked around at the others, laughingly saying "Damn you are a lucky guy, we all think your wife is pretty smashing."

"Yea she's something else alright, I get that a lot to be honest, even after 13 years we barely fight and still have sex most days"

"Most days?" one exclaimed "Damn, I've had nothing from mine for over a year and the other guys are about the same, these woman of ours want the money, then get mad we aren't ever there at home."

"Fuck that." I exclaimed "I'd never handle that at all."

"It is what it is." another replied and sighed in resignation.

"Hang on, I'm just gonna check on my wife" I said.

Walking into the shower I could see her enjoying the high pressure water blasting her beautiful naked body.

Kissing her I then told her what the guys had just said.

"Well don't ever complain to me then you don't get enough."

"How the hell do guys go a year without sex..." Thinking for a minute, I smiled as an idea came into my head.

"Actually.....do me a favour." I said mischievously.

"What?" she said narrowing her eyes.