I have been with my wife for 6 years now. She had confided in me that all girls have a gangbang fantasy from time to time. She claimed she would never want to fulfill it in real life however. I figured I could eventually convince her to have a MFM threesome after a few drinks. I had been waiting for the perfect opportunity that it might happen spontaneously, but it had proven more of a challenge than I had previously thought. I guess I'll have to make it happen rather than wait for it to happen.
She was normally demure, with only a bit of wild side that would exhibit itself when she was sucking dick. However, in her golden window of drunk, that was a different story. Just after poor coordination and before slurring her words, she was a dirty talking, nasty, porn star that was all my own. The challenge was lining up that window with a girl or guy who might tickle her fancy. She is notoriously picky, I don't know how I passed the cut.
We had role played bringing another guy into the bedroom with us. She played along for me. I think she would enjoy the real thing a whole lot more than pretending. There's one way to see if she would like the real thing more than pretending. It might breach her trust, completely backfire, and ruin our relationship. But it might be a lot of fun and it could be the highlight sexual experience of her life. How many other women get the chance to do something wild and crazy like this with permission (and encouragement!) of their partner?
We set up the babysitter, planned our big night out. Picked up a bottle with some mixers and chasers. Had dinner at a fancy, trendy restaurant. It was a pretty standard night out for some, but quite enjoyable for us typical homebodies. She looked stunning. A tight pink dress. I kept trying to slide my hand up her leg but she kept swatting me away.
"Later", she would say and then give me the sexy puppy dog eyes and do her patented lip bite.
I would catch sneak peeks down her shirt as she leaned over to read the menu. I couldn't wait to bury my face in between them. After she had a few drinks, my hand was allowed to slide further. Reaching her panties at times, before being rejected. Neither of us wanted dessert, at the restaurant at least. Check please. My butterflies were amplified. Normally I am thrilled with anticipation at a night of drunk dominance of my personal whore, but this night would be different. I hope she will enjoy it. I know I will, whether she does or not.
Back to the hotel room. Normal beginnings. A few more drinks. She feigns embarassment as I shove my head between her legs. I place her hands on the back of my head. She massages and pulls at my hair as I pleasure her. Her soft whimpers evolve into loud moans. I ask her if she is ready to be my dirty whore for the night.
"Yes," she says with trepidation.
Not good enough. I ask her again and then drop my tongue lower, brushing her tight bum.
"Hey!" she says.
I shove my tongue in her ass as she squirms.
"I asked you if you were ready to be my dirty whore for the night. I got a weak answer. I won't remove my tongue until I get an answer I believe," I say.
I continue on for another few minutes as she bucks her hips and tries to escape my grasp. She finally realizes she isn't escaping and begins to relax and enjoy the act being performed by her husband. Usually she finds that act vulgar, but the alcohol was helping her enjoy herself.
A few minutes of tongue fucking pass before she smirks and declares in a slow sultry voice, "I am ready to be your dirty FUCKING whore for the night."
I stand up. She dutifully slides off the bed and wraps her lips around me. Grabbing at my ass she pushes my cock to the back of, and then down, her throat.
"This is why I married you," I say, which only serves to increase the rate at which her head bobs up and down.
I stand her up, pick her up, and throw her on the bed. I open the night stand, pull out the noise cancelling headphones and blindfold, and toss them to her.
"Put those on," I command.
She obeys.
So far, all is going according to plan. Am I really going through with this? I pull out my phone and send the group text.
"Room 334, 20 minutes, knock quietly."
Gulp. Well, no going back now. I play some sensual music through the headphones.
I speak loudly so she can hear, "I am going to tie you up. If you want to stop you say "Safe word". If I hear you say "No" or "stop" that will just encourage me to go harder."
"Yes sir," she moans.
I have trained her well. I tie her up. I begin teasing her. She is soon begging me to fuck her. I manage to hold off for 15 minutes, until she is in a near frenzy. Filthy words spew from her mouth and I smile, knowing that the alcohol has done the trick. I line up my cock and slowly sink the entire length inside her.
The guttural scream that she emitted probably woke up the entire hotel floor. I give her a quick smack across the face and tell her to shut the fuck up unless she wants us to get kicked out. I continue fucking her, deep and slow as she moans only slightly more reserved than before. I nearly miss the light knock on the door.
"Who is that?" I think, before remembering. "Oh shit, they are here," I whisper under my breath.