This is a sequel to my previous story, Size Matters. Only the first part, including Carol saying that I couldn't handle watching her in a gangbang, really happened.
In the late '70's through the early '80's, the divorce of my parents left my father and me as bachelors in the house alone. Dad's womanizing was a factor and as proof of his love of the female form our house was stocked with various adult magazines. This was at the beginning of truly accessible home video and in one of these magazines, I had read an article from an author describing his casual study of women's preferences in adult video. Nearly all, he said, were fascinated by MFM, MMFM or even more lopsided scenes. I never forgot about his observations.
Fast forward to the later years of my marriage to Carol. This was around the time that internet access was just becoming common and more user friendly. Carol had been unfaithful early in our marriage and though things were tolerable, that it wouldn't end well was clear. Nonetheless, we were still together and having regular intimacy and she had lost none of her looks. Indeed, she looked as good as ever. And included in our bedroom routine was watching adult movies. When ordering movies for us to watch, I always kept in mind what I had read in the magazine.
One evening, while sipping drinks and watching a movie featuring an attractive though overly made-up woman being fucked by a roomful of well hung men, I commented to Carol, "I bet you'd like to be in her position!"
"Yeah, right. You couldn't handle it," she scoffed.
"You're probably right. But it's hot to think about. You probably couldn't handle it either, I mean, look at all that action, it's too much." Now keep in mind, I was pretty certain that sooner or later our marriage would end in an unpleasant way. But while it was still intact, I had considered that since she had been unfaithful before I might be able to induce her to engage in some erotic acts that had been stirring in my imagination for some time. Especially of the variety where she would be the center of attention. I had often thought about what it would have been like as a peeping Tom years ago, watching her fuck her boss, and I found it tremendously erotic in spite of the circumstances.
As for the scene currently playing on the screen, although I have always preferred the honesty of amateur porn, the woman in the scene was clearly enjoying the attention and was losing herself in pleasure. Load after load was being pumped into her neatly trimmed pussy and she seemed to be unable to get enough. It was very hot, not too much lighting to spoil the sexiness of it. The woman would lie back being fucked as another guy would kneel beside her face, feeding her eight inches of cock which she happily devoured.
After we finished our drinks and the scene, we fucked while I made reference to the scene, saying that I'd love to see her taken by a bunch of big cocked men. She responded passionately, cumming multiple times even though physically, I'd done nothing out of the ordinary.
A few evenings later, she came to bed in one of my favorite "fuck me" outfits: a cowl necked, silk shirt and string bikini panties. She had a great, round ass and high, firm tits with small pointed nipples. As she climbed onto the bed she asked, in a toss away kind of tone, "how in the world do those people get together in groups like to do that?"
I assumed that I knew what she was referring to but wasn't certain so I said, "what groups are you talking about?"
"You know, all those guys getting together to do that woman. I mean, how in the world do that many men get together to do that?"
"It's a movie, they're all paid to be there, of course. Just like the woman. But you remember a couple of years ago when Sam broke up with that blonde haired girl, she showed up at his place one night when he was having a party and she stayed for a week with a bunch of our single guy friends fucking her every night."
"I heard about that," she said, "but I didn't believe it."
"It was a hundred percent true."
"Well, I don't understand how people can do that. I'd be afraid that everyone would know. It would be so embarrassing." So, the possibility of people finding out was the source of her doubt, not the act itself.
"Some women just like it I guess. And there's never a shortage of guys wanting to fuck an attractive girl."
After this exchange we began fooling around and I fucked her for a while then, I pulled out and got up.
"What are you doing?" she said, puzzled.
"It's the next guys turn," I said and went into the bathroom and put on the 8" penis sleeve that I had been heating in a large bowl of warm water. I returned to the room lubed the sleeve and began to inserting it into her already soaking pussy. "I'm Ted," I told her. "They said you were giving pussy away.."
She went nuts and came several times all the while addressing me by my alias, "Oh, Ted, you have such a big dick. Damn, it feels so good, so deep. Please don't stop."
A week or so later she again tossed me a question from out of the blue. "How do people who want to do that stuff know how to find each other?"
"You mean the gang bang stuff? When I was still living with dad, he had stacks of these pamphlets with ads for local swingers. I know for a fact that at least a couple of the women he circled in those things came to the house a few times, sometimes with their husband. Dad and a couple of those guys you used to see there back then would fuck the woman in front of her husband. But these days, I bet there's websites where people find groups like that."
"Really?!?! I swear, these people are crazy. I mean, I could never do that."
"I guarantee you, there's a lot of people who don't have your reservations." I left it at that. Don't push too hard, was my thought.
The next week as I was ordering some parts online, she spoke from the couch saying, "look on there to see if there's really those kind of ads you were talking about."
"What, the swinger ads?"
"Yeah, try and search for it."
"Ok, but I don't really know what to enter. I'll try typing our zip code and the word 'swinger'" I said.
The page loaded with a lot of irrelevant stuff but a couple of pertinent things, too.
"Here, look," I told her. There was a couple of sites for local adult connections. "Which one shall I try?"
She got up from the couch, looked and pointed over my shoulder to one of them. "Try that one."
I opened the page, and on it we could look for free at a limited number of the ads.
"How can you tell what you're looking at?" she asked.
"It's got filters, here, see? You just pick what you want to see and open it, I guess."
Without filtering, we saw one titled, "Big Men to Satisfy Hot Woman." She pointed and said, "open that, I want to see what it says."
I did as instructed. The ad had several thumbnails showing men in various states of nudity.
She read the text of the ad aloud. "'We're a group of local men experienced at satisfying horny women, single or married, who can't get enough. We're discreet, we're all big and ready to roll. Holler!' Open the pictures, can you?" she asked.
I clicked on one of the thumbnails and we say a photo of a slim, hairy gentleman with a quite adequate package, smiling beneath his sunglasses.
"God, these people are crazy. I can't believe they'd put themselves out there for everyone to see. Close that, I can't believe it."
