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.
I open the door. All 4 had showed up. I thought 1 or 2 or even 3 of them would bail and be no-shows. I guess no red-blooded male was going to pass on a chance to get a piece of the fine ass they had seen in the pictures I had posted. I quickly review the rules with them and invite them in.
She thinks I am getting a different dildo or cock ring to fuck her with, so she is patient. Little does she know what's in store for her. I return to the edge of the bed and play with her pussy. The young Italian kid, probably no older than 21, quickly approaches and drops his jeans. When my wife was 20 she would've jumped at the opportunity with this thin, chiseled college student. She would surely reject the notion today, saying something like "He is too young for me". Good thing she had no say in the matter tonight.
I motion him over, and he quickly mounts her. His hips smack against her ass as she moans. I pray to myself that she is too drunk to notice the difference between our performances. This jackrabbit fucking continues. I glance around the room.
The three remaining guys couldn't be more different. There was the older, ridiculously good looking, George Clooney fellow. Next was the light skin black guy with green eyes, something like Steph Curry's cousin. And finally, the tall white hulking football player who had to be 6'5", 275lbs. His pictures didn't quite display his large stature and I was regretting inviting him to this tryst.
The Italian kid is still going to town, setting the bar high for the rest of us. Luckily she still doesn't seem to have a clue. The fucking continues to a crescendo, and the Italian kid pulls out and coats her back.
"Fuck, that was incredible. What has gotten into you?" she purrs.
I feel pangs of jealousy. I motion to the Clooney fellow. He approaches her, and begins to methodically work her over with his fingers and tongue as she moans. I notice his cock didn't fit his frame when he disrobed, but I didn't want to stare at it. Now, as he lined it up and rubbed her pussy with it, I got worried. It was normal length, but thick. I hope she was drunk enough to not realize that that was not my cock or a dildo.
Her body tensed as the head was placed against her slit. He gradually pushed forwarded, spreading her lips apart.
She moaned, "Go slow".
As his entire cock filled her up, he began to slowly move it in and out.
"This feels incredible," she thought to herself. "Is this a cock ring or a dildo my husband is using on me?" she wondered. The pace increased slowly, but still smooth and rhythmic. "This feels different," she thought. She suddenly began to get worried. "This is still him right? It doesn't feel fake." Her worry began to take over. "He wouldn't actually, would he?" she thought to herself. "Babe, that's you right?!" she asked with concern.
"Fuck", I thought. I thought she might not figure it out, and I could send the guys home as my little secret. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," I mutter.
"Babe, take the blind fold off," she demanded.
I didn't know what to do. What if she freaks. Her older lover continued his pace. She squirmed her head to free the blindfold. I noticed her slipping out and try to reapply the blindfold before her eyes adjusted but it was too late.