1
A friend was getting married and we had the bachelor's party at our house. I decided, with my wife, Karen, gone for the evening that hiring a stripper was a must. It was a good idea and she put on a sexy show for over an hour. Karen returned home, just as the stripper was leaving. She asked who that woman was in her house. We told her, and that the fee was two hundred dollars. Instead of being upset, my wife said she should have become a stripper. By then, the boys were fairly drunk and feeling randy. Karen was tipsy, too, for she had a few glasses of wine with her girlfriends. She partied more with us.
She asked what the stripper did for that much money. I told her it was the usual, taking off her clothes. Karen mocked us by opening the top buttons on her blouse and rocking her hips. All of the fellows immediately clapped and shouted, "Go, Go-Take it off," as they did with the dancer we hired. I did not say anything to stop her, as my wife stripped to her white-lace bra and panties with them cheering her on. She shook her boobs and danced in her high heels. Karen ran her hands up her thigh-high nylons and slid them seductively over her panties. She reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, but then she chickened out, and that was the end of her burlesque show. Everyone wanted more.
She asked what else the stripper did for them. We told her a lap dance for the groom. Still half-naked, she then sat on the groom's lap and rubbed her tush on his crotch. He always had the hots for my wife and appreciated her playfulness. He gave her a ten-dollar bill. Others reached into their pockets, but I said that was all for her teasing performance. They called me a party pooper.
All of the horny guests were flirting with Karen, and she loved the attention. She put on a shirt but left it open and just her panties covered her ass. They had her surrounded and would not keep their hands off my wife. They were poking her breasts and patting her on the butt. Karen was getting excited with the groping guys feeling her out. I could see a wet spot on her panties. One of them took hold of her hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. She squeezed his fat lump with a smile.
A few minutes later, I saw her standing with that same aggressive guy in the hallway. Karen's hand was inside the fly of his slacks. She was feeling his cock in the flesh. They saw me coming and parted. Karen said that she was waiting to use the bathroom as her excuse. I told her that maybe she should go to bed. She snubbed that advice. He went to the living room and muttered something to the others. I easily guessed what he was bragging about to the boys, for he was letting them smell his finger as proof.
The groom and I were drinking shots of whiskey, toasting to old times. Most of the other invitees were from his workplace, and we were buddies all along. He started talking to me about how he was unsure of the giant leap into married life. It was one of those conversations between two drunken friends. While we were chatting privately, Karen went into the kitchen for another glass of wine. There were at least twelve guys at the party, and I could not keep track of all of them. A few were in the kitchen with my wife.
When I offered the groom another beer, he shouted that I was coming into the kitchen. Karen bolted out and hastily passed me. She was tight-lipped and wiping off her mouth. Her bra was missing from under her shirt, and something glistened on her breasts. That wet spot on her panties clung to her pussy and created a distinct camel toe. I wondered what they were doing. The partying pals with her were tucking in their shirts and zipping up their pants, when I entered the kitchen.
The groom followed me and wanted to talk more. He was distracting me on purpose. I told him that I suspected something was going on with Karen, and he had better not be in on it. He did not warn them that time. I stopped in the dining room to check out the situation and saw my wife sitting between two men on the couch. They were making out with her. One had his hand inside of her panties, and she was stroking their cocks. I shushed my friend and whispered that we should watch to see what happens.
She was asked if ready for another session with her mouth, by a man with a huge cock standing in front of her. Karen nodded, before she put her lips on his hard cock. He held her head and pumped it into her mouth, while she jerked on the other stiff dicks beside her. Karen moaned when she swallowed his cum. Another fellow took the position and she sucked him off, as well.
The groom said this was hot and wanted to join the heated action. I had to agree. Karen never did anything as bad as this before. It was as if we were watching someone other than my wife at the mercy of these men, but it was she, and I could not let this continue. They were forming a line, when I busted them. I acted pissed-off and said the party was over. I told everyone to get the fuck out of my house.
After they left, I asked Karen how many men she blew and if anyone fucked her. She said three in the kitchen and two in the living room, but she swore that nobody had his cock inside of her pussy. She told me that it started with them kissing and touching her. Their hands were in her panties, while she jerked on their cocks. Then they wanted her to blow them. She told them no, but they pushed her down onto her knees. Their cocks rubbed her face and lips. She begged them not to, but they held her head and forced their cocks into her mouth. It was one after another. She never swallowed so much cum.
I told her to be honest and asked if she liked blowing them. Karen nodded sheepishly that she did. She admitted that she would have sucked for them, all night. My wife said she was sorry and promised never to do that, again.
2
The following Sunday, one of the fellows that attended the bachelor's party happened to show up at our house. He had to refresh our memories that his name was Paul. I remembered that he was the man with Karen in the hallway and the instigator of her affair. He also had one of the bigger dicks my wife spent sucking that night. I guessed why Paul was here. I saw, too, that Karen was keen with anticipation from his unexpected arrival. He brought two six-packs of beer and wondered if we would be watching the football game. We welcomed his company as a fellow fan.
Karen freshened her make-up and changed clothes. She put on a tube top, having her nipples clearly seen. A ball cap and cut-off shorts with half of her cheeks showing completed her outfit. Paul did not waste any time and flirted with Karen in the kitchen. He stood behind her, while she made snacks, and massaged her bare shoulders. My wife melted in his hands. I knew that she was already simmering with sexual excitement, for she was reading an erotic novel and had been playing with herself, all morning long.
After bullshitting about how our team might win this one, we took our seats in the living room to watch the game. I was in my lucky chair, while Karen sat next to Paul on the couch. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he placed his hand on her thigh. She reciprocated with hers sliding close to his crotch. Their eyes were on me, while she kneaded his cock, and he rubbed her pussy. They snuck in a kiss or two, as well. She then complained that it was chilly and laid a blanket over their laps.
I could tell by the fidgeting that they had pulled down their pants. My wife stroked his cock underneath the blanket, while we watched the game. I pretended not to notice the tented wet spot or the hard pumping motion going on under the cover. I had to listen without recognition to the wet slurping of his fingers inside of her pussy. Karen was jacking him off and sneakily doing it, hoping I was not aware.
I wondered how far she would go. I went to the bathroom and took a magazine with me, so she'd think I'd be in there awhile. I made it fast and purposely did not give her the detectable finishing flush that she listened to hear. When I returned, the blanket lay sprawled on the floor, and I saw Karen bent over his lap. She had his huge cock in her mouth. My wife was blowing him. I cleared my throat, and Karen jumped to the other end of the couch.
"Bob, I know that I promised, but I want to do it again. Paul has a nice big one. Please let me do it for him."
I told her that promises were made to be broken, and she could finish what she started. He saw that I was not mad, and she hoped that I did not mind. I gave them permission to have their fun, as long as there was no fucking between them. They agreed as they took off their clothes.
Paul had a very big cock, at least eight inches long, with a thick shaft that curved slightly upward. His hard cock throbbed and proudly bobbed on its own. A droplet of glistening pre-cum formed on the tip of the crown, before a strand of his sweet honey stretched and snapped. I noticed that he shaved his balls, which were as large as duck eggs with his left one hanging heavier than the right. Karen caressed them and moaned. They felt full of desirous cum, which soon would ooze down her throat.
Our team was losing, so I put on a porn movie to have an excuse for me to jack-off, but I was watching them the whole time. Paul sat on the couch, and Karen knelt between his legs. My wife made love to his cock. She rubbed it on her face and licked his huge balls.
"I am glad that you came back today, Paul. I love your big cock," Karen told him while stroking it with both of her hands. She milked his savory clear pre-cum and buttered it on her lips.
"I figured you would want another taste of my cock. You like being naughty with a cock in your mouth," he said. "I knew from watching you at the party. At first, you acted as if you were against the idea, pretending it was dirty and bad, but you loved sucking our dicks. You had an orgasm as soon as you put your lips on a cock."
"Oh, god, I had dreams of doing that," Karen conceded. "So many cocks came in my mouth."
Paul then looked at me. "You liked watching her blow us, didn't you, Bob? It turns you on seeing your wife sucking on another man's cock."
"She gives the best blowjob. How could I keep her to just myself?" I went along, but it was true what he had said.
"You are so right. Your wife is a good little cocksucker, and she should spread her expertise around. Is that not what you want, Karen, to put your lips on a hard cock and make it feel so good that it comes in your mouth?" he asked.
My cock throbbed in my hand when I saw her nod. My wife was being submissive to him. She wanted coaxed to perform. The brazen bull continued.
"Now do it for me, Karen. Blow me. Suck my dick and make me come," Paul told her.
Without hesitation, my wife put her lips over his cock and made half of it disappear. Paul pumped Karen's head on his cock. The thickly-veined shaft sunk deep to the back of her throat. Her hand was between her legs, and we could hear her fingers sloshing inside of her wet pussy. My wife had an orgasm while blowing Paul. She came on her fingers with this bull's big dick in her mouth.
"Just imagine this fat cock in your pussy, fucking you hard, and making you come, all night long. Would you like that, baby? How about it, Bob?" he tempted us.
Karen looked at me, and I at her, but neither of us gave a response.
"Suck it, Karen. That's it. Pull on my balls, too. Oh, honey, you are the best. You could play with my cock and blow me like this, everyday," he said. She hummed harmoniously in agreement and sucked harder on his dick.
"Oh, you fucking cum slut, you are making me come. Keep sucking me," he said and held her head on his cock. His legs were shaking as he came inside of her mouth. Karen swallowed his cum. She licked his shaft clean and thanked him very much.
