I caught my wife with her fingers in her nookie jar, literally, the evening I got home early from work and found her in her bathrobe watching porn on the com puter. She was momentarily embar rassed at being caught, but not nearly as much as I was when she told me what she was watching and why.
“These are the scenes you were looking at last night,” she said. “You forgot to erase your history. I was wondering what kept you up so late. Apparently it was all these videos of men shar ing their wives with other men. Is that what turns you on? The idea of sharing me with another man?”
“Well . . . no . . . not exactly. I just—” I stuttered and stammered, kicking myself mentally for not clearing the history of what I’d been watching.
Rita sounded accusatory, but she had in fact had her fingers in her pussy when I walked up behind her. Maybe the thought of being “shared” turned her on too! With that possibility, my embarrassment turned into arousal.
I slid my hands over her shoulders and inside her robe. For a 37-year-old mother with a son in college, my wife has a toned and fit figure, with firm breasts and upturned nipples. Those nipples are extremely sensitive, and as I pinched them, she let out a sensual mewling sigh.
“What about you?” I said. “Does the thought of being shared with another man turn you on?”
Rita squirmed in her chair. On-screen the wife and her lover were fucking eagerly while the husband sat nearby and watched.
“I don’t know, maybe,” she said, sliding her hand toward her pussy again. “Maybe a little.”
From the passion she expressed when we made love that night, I was sure the idea of being shared turned her on more than “a little.” After she came once while we fucked and again with her fingers, I said, “I think the idea of fucking another man really does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “Yes, I have to admit, the thought is pretty arousing.” She hesitated, then asked, “Have you been thinking about it? Does the thought turn you on too?”
“I have,” I said. “And it does. Especially if—”
She waited for me to finish. Finally she said, “Especially if what?”
I took a deep breath and manfully forged ahead. “Especially if the man climaxed in your pussy. If some handsome, virile man fucked you and filled you with his seed.”
Rita turned toward me. In the dim light from the open bathroom door I could see her eyes wide, staring at me intently. After a long pause she said, “You know I’m still fertile. And I’m not on birth control. Your vasectomy is the only thing keeping me from getting pregnant. What you’re suggesting could lead to—well, to consequences we might not be ready for.”
“I know,” I said. “The risk of that is one thing that makes it so exciting.”
“You’re saying you’d be okay with it if I got pregnant?”
“I’m not saying we should try to get you pregnant. I’m just saying that the thought of you fucking another man and possibly being filled with fertile sperm turns me on.”
She turned to look back at the ceiling. After another long pause she said, “It turns me on too. A lot.”
Two days later I came home to find Rita once more at the computer looking at porn.
“Come look at this,” she said. “You won’t believe how many porn categories there are. There are videos of double penetration, anal sex, threesomes, gang bangs—even something called bukake, where a bunch of guys squirt come all over a girl’s face. What a waste of semen that is!”
I stood behind Rita rubbing her shoulders while we watched the screen. “So what category tickles your clit?” I asked. “Which videos turn you on? Besides wife sharing?”
A rosy blush spread all over her cheeks. “Well,” she said, clicking the mouse, “I think these are pretty sexy. It’s called a cream pie.”
A close-up image came on-screen of a cock deep in a woman’s vagina. The couple was fucking doggie-style, the man grunting in orgasm as the woman moaned in pleasure. After a moment the man’s dick slid out, slick with creamy juices. The camera moved close to the woman’s pussy lips, which began to contract as she squeezed out a thick rivulet of milky semen.
“At least this way we know he came inside her,” Rita said. “Otherwise it’s hard to tell.”
The camera was still on a close-up of the woman’s dripping pussy when she reached back between her legs and ran her fingers between her gooey lips. As she poked one finger and then another in her slit, she said, “Look, she’s wearing a wedding ring. I wonder if it was her husband fucking her.”
“More likely the husband was behind the camera,” I ventured. “That’s where I’d want to be.”
Rita turned quickly, looking back over her shoulder and up at me. “No, I don’t think so, mister,” she said firmly. “If I really fuck another man, it will not be on camera.”
I reached down and cupped both of her breasts in my palms. “Well, okay,” I said. “No camera. But you’d let me watch, wouldn’t you?”
She leaned back in her chair, with the back of her head against my chest. “Maybe,” she said. “I think watching might be okay.”
By now my cock was brick-hard, and it wasn’t from watching the video. We proceeded to check out half a dozen more cream-pie scenes, including one where a woman in a DP got both her ass and pussy filled with come at the same time.
As we watched, Rita said, “You know what amazes me about today’s porn? All the women have completely shaved pussies. Even most of the men shave their balls. When did all that happen?”
“When we were raising a teenager,” I said. “But it’s not too late to catch up. I’ll shave you if you’ll shave me.”
Rita grinned and closed the Web browser. An hour later we were both baby-butt bald and in bed, fucking like crazy. My wife was on her back with her ankles over my shoulders when I paused in mid-stroke and just looked down at her.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s be serious for a minute. Would you really do it?”
She wiggled her hips, urging me to continue.”
“Do what?” she asked with a great show of innocence.
“You know what. Let another man fuck you and fill you with come.”
“Would you want me to?”
“I asked first. Would you want to?”
“Maybe,” she said. “It would depend on the circumstances.”
“Let me put it this way,” I said. “If I was okay with it, would you let a virile, handsome, hard-bodied young stud fuck you until you were screaming in orgasm while he filled your hot pussy full of creamy potent sperm?”
“Damn,” she said, grinning up at me, “since you put it that way, I think I’m going to have to say yes.”
“And you’ll let me watch?”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “When I do it, you can watch. If the man doesn’t mind. Now get your ass busy and fuck me.”
I did fuck her, with renewed vigor.
With Rita changing her response from “if” she did it to “when” she did it, I knew we were moving seriously close to fulfilling the fantasy we had been flirting with. When she climaxed, I climaxed too. It occurred to me that the sperm blanks I was squirting in her pussy might soon be replaced with some man’s live ammunition.
We spent some time discussing what kind of man Rita might take as a lover. He would have to be intelligent, nice, virile, healthy, potent and preferably good-looking. We considered one of the young studs at our son’s college. We knew our son’s dormmates thought Rita was a major MILF, but we finally decided it should be someone a bit more mature.
We spent two weeks looking for the right man to entice into filling my wife with potentially fertile semen. We didn’t discuss the pregnancy issue again, silently deciding to first get Rita well-fucked by a virile lover and just let the sperm swim wherever it would. The thought of what might happen set my pulse racing, and I knew Rita was excited too.
The man we finally decided on was a work colleague of mine, a 25-year-old unmarried junior executive named James. Rita hadn’t met him, but she took my word that he fit our criteria.
We conjured up a dozen devious ways to get James in bed with Rita. Then finally decided I should just ask him if he wanted to fuck her. So I did. I told James it would be a favor to me, because I had problems with my prostate that even Viagra hadn’t been able to help. I sealed the deal by showing him a picture of Rita naked, posing seductively for the camera.
“Goddamn!” he said. “She’s fucking gorgeous. Of course I’ll help you out, buddy. Just say when and where.”
“What about tonight?” I said. “Say seven o’clock?”
When James showed up at ten till seven, it was obvious that he was impressed with Rita, and she with him. He was still in his suit and tie, totally looking the part of the handsome, virile stud I had promised her. She was wearing a sexy silk dress that showed off her figure perfectly.
After introductions and a few minutes of nervous chitchat over glasses of barely sipped wine, Rita and James both looked relieved when I said, “Look, we all know why we’re here. Why don’t we head upstairs?”
When we got to the bedroom, I asked James if he minded if I watched. He hesitated, then said, “I’m not bi, if that’s what you have in mind.”
“Christ no, I’m not either!” I said. “I just want to watch.”
He looked at Rita, who nodded. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess it’s okay then.”
I sat down in an easy chair in the corner of the bedroom.
When Rita stripped off her dress, she was wearing only a black lace thong and thigh-high lace-topped stockings. James opened his pants. His black boxers were enhanced by an impressive bulge. As he took the pants off, he pulled a foil packet out of a pocket. “I’ve got condoms,” he said.
“No need,” Rita said. “Don’t worry about it.”
They both hesitated a moment. Then Rita stepped forward and tilted her face up for a kiss. While they kissed, James palmed one of her breasts and she curled her fingers around his cock. The kiss grew more passionate. Then she pulled back. Dropping to her knees, she slid his boxers down and took his cock in her mouth.
Rita gives exquisite deep-throat blow jobs, but we had decided that she would save that aspect of her expertise until after James planted his initial load of semen in her. After just a few minutes of sucking his cock she stood up, slipped off her thong and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs wide, open ing her glistening wet pussy in invitation. “Are you ready to fuck me, James?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a smile. “I’m way ready.”
He crawled on the bed and with his first stroke slid deep in her pussy. She arched her back and moaned loudly. He began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. I watched with my cock in my hand, totally aroused and amazed at the man’s stamina. When he was finally at the brink, he asked hoarsely if he should pull out.
“No!” she said between breathless moans. “Don’t pull out!” She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and pulled him tight against her vagina. “Come in me!” she said. “Fill me with your hot come!”
With a loud groan he obliged, shoving his cock in deep and holding still while he ejaculated. He seemed to be erupting inside her for several minutes before he finally relaxed and let his cock slip out. He rolled to one side, sighing in satisfaction.
“My God, you’re amazing,” he said. “If there’s an option to do this again, count me in.”
She smiled. “That might be arranged,” she said, “but no promises.”
James dressed and made his exit, saying he would see me at work the next day. From the smile on his face, he was obviously happy to have “helped me out with my problem.”
When he was gone, I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand up the inside of Rita’s leg, over her lace stocking top, to the wet flesh of her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, and I saw a trickle of come leak out and drip down on her anus.
“Um,” I said, “looks like your lover left a really big load. It’s dripping out onto your ass.”
She gave me a satisfied smile. “He fucked me for so long, I didn’t think that he was ever going to come. And when he finally did, I didn’t think he was ever going to stop. He kept squirting and squirting. Christ, the guy must have spasmed 20 times.”
“So did you enjoy the experience?” I asked. “Would you do it again?”
“I did,” she said, a big smile on her face. “And yes, I would do it again.” Her expression grew serious for a moment. “How about you?” she said. “Did you enjoy it too, watching me? No regrets? No jealousy?”
“None at all,” I said. “It was incredibly arousing.”
“Good,” she said. “Right now what I want is for you to fuck me.”
I grinned. “Sloppy seconds?”
“Do you care?”
“Not at all,” I said, quickly taking off my pants. “Just knowing you’ve got a pussy full of another man’s seed turns me on more than you know.”
I slid my cock in my wife’s come-filled cunt. In a matter of minutes I was adding my semen to James’s.
The next week Rita got her period, and we both breathed a sigh of relief. But we still wanted to share another experience like the one with James. Our opportunity came sooner than we had expected or planned. A day or two after Rita’s period was over, a young black man named Paul stopped me in the parking lot on the way to my car. I had seen him in the office before, but he worked in a different department and I didn’t really know him. I was surprised when he stopped me, and more surprised at what he said.
“I’m a friend of James,” he began. “We play golf together a couple times a month.” I didn’t say anything, won dering if this conversation was going where I thought it was. “I understand he did you a favor, and I was wondering if . . . if I might offer my services as well.” He said this with a knowing smile, and I knew, even though James had promised to keep his damned mouth shut, that Paul was totally aware of what had happened.
I was pissed at James, but the idea of including a black man in the dangerous but erotically thrilling game Rita and I were playing was kind of exciting. I told Paul I would check with Rita and let him know if and when his “services” might be required.
When I talked to Rita that evening about a repeat performance with a different man, she was immediately turned on. We agreed to have Paul come over to the house the following Saturday morning. I didn’t tell her that he was black.
When he showed up on Saturday she was completely surprised, but I could tell she was also very aroused. Again we decided to forego the formal ities and chitchat and head up to the bedroom. On the way up the stairs Rita held my hand. Leaning close, she whispered, “I could kill you for this, you sneaky bastard.” But she grinned and squeezed my hand excitedly, taking the stairs two at a time.
Paul and Rita were both in casual clothes, and were both out of them in seconds. I sat down in the easy chair to watch. When he dropped his underwear, her eyes opened wide, amazed at the size of the cock that sprang out.
“Lay down, baby,” he said suggestively. “I’m going to give you every inch of this big black dick.”
In seconds she was on her back with her legs spread. He wasted no time working the largest cock we had ever seen slowly in her pussy. She wailed until she was fully impaled, then began to moan. I got up from my chair and knelt next to the bed.
Rita looked over at me with lust-glazed eyes and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered. “This is so fucking hot.”
“For me too,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.
Paul was holding himself up on stiff arms while he fucked Rita, giving me room to squeeze her breasts and pinch her very sensitive nipples.
“I think she needs a cock to suck,” he said. “Let her suck yours.”
“Do you, baby?” I asked. “Do you need a cock to suck?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want to suck your cock while he fucks me. Oh God, he’s filling me up. He’s so fucking big!”
I took off my clothes and crawled up and positioned my cock next to Rita’s cheek. She glanced up at me and smiled, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lick my cockhead. I shifted my hips and slid my erection in her mouth, muffling her moans.
Paul began shoving his dick faster in and out of Rita’s pussy. “Don’t pull out,” I said. “Fill her with your come.”
He groaned loudly and drove in deep and held still. The muscles in his ass twitched with each spasm as he sowed his seed in her fertile pussy. His orgasm triggered mine and Rita’s simul taneously. With her back arched and her hips jerking, she let out a wail, her body wracked by erotic pleasure. My cock slid out of her mouth but continued to ejaculate, sending spiraling ribbons of come over her face, coating her chin and cheeks and forehead.
After several intense orgasmic moments we all collapsed on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak. Finally Rita said, “My God, that was fucking incredible.”
Paul made the experience even more incredible by fucking Rita twice more before he left, filling her with fresh loads of semen each time. My heart raced with awareness of the risk we were taking, but once again Rita got her period right on time.
A few days later she said coyly, “Why don’t you invite Paul over to do you another “‘favor’?”
I grinned. “You come-hungry slut! I knew you would want more of that big black cock.”
“I do,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I’ll talk to Paul tomorrow.”
Instead it was Paul who talked to me when I caught up with him in the break room. When I not so subtly asked if he would like to fuck my wife again, he said, “Actually I’ve got a proposition I want to talk to you about.”
“And that would be?”
“James is getting married, and I’m throwing him a bachelor party. We were going to hire a stripper. But I’ve been thinking how much fun it would be to hire your wife instead. I think she might like it, and I know damn well all the guys would love it!”
I didn’t let on how stunned I was. But I was also turned on by the thought. “How many guys are you talking about?” I asked.
Paul grinned. “Probably just five, possibly six. Plus you, of course. You’d be welcome.”
“I’ll have to talk to Rita,” I said. “When is the party?”
“Next Saturday night. We’ve reserved a room at a nice motel out on the interstate. Come at ten o’clock.”
When I told Rita that Paul had suggested she be the entertainment at James’s bachelor party, her emotions ran the gamut from surprise and shock to anger to finally being flattered and turned on. “It’ll be five or six guys, all in their 20s,” I said. “Why don’t you just think about it?”
“I have,” she said with a broad grin. “And I’ll do it.”
I can tell you, it was a little disconcerting to hear my wife agreeing so quickly to participate in a gang bang! But the idea of five or six guys planting their seed in her was so exciting, it made my dick tingle.
We showed up at the motel at ten on the dot and found Paul, James and four other young guys watching porn on a laptop, horny and eager to fuck the fine cock-hungry MILF they’d heard about. Two of the guys, Mark and Skip, were black. The other two, Randy and Keith, were white. They were all nice-looking and seemed healthy and in good shape. Since they were all fairly young, I figured they were probably primed and potent.
The suite reserved for the evening’s “entertainment” had a sitting room and a bedroom. After introductions Paul asked Rita if she had any particular rules they had to follow.
“No spanking my ass,” she said. “And no photos. I don’t want my son to see me in a MILF compilation on the Internet. So turn off your phones and give them to my husband.
“Otherwise,” she said with a grin, “I guess anything goes.”
I took all the phones and put them in an empty dresser drawer. I had decided to stay in the background, just watching, but assured Rita that I would be there if she needed me. She had spent an hour dressing in the sexy outfit she was wearing. It took the guys five minutes to have her out of it and on the bed, naked.
As guest of honor, James got to fuck her first. The other guys drew straws to see who came next. I settled into a chair, my raging hard-on proof that no matter how kinky it might seem to some people, I was going to enjoy watching my lovely wife get fucked and filled with come from six virile young men.
James soon had Rita writhing on the bed, moaning. All the other guys had come into the room to watch. She glanced around the room, aware that she was putting on a live and very erotic porn show.
I got up from my chair and knelt by the bed, my lips close to her ear. “Do you like this, baby?” I whispered. “Do you like being fucked while a bunch of horny young studs watch you, waiting their turn to fill your pussy with come?”
She looked at me, her eyes glazed and half-lidded with unbridled lust. “Yes!” she said, her breath shallow, her voice hoarse. “I love it! I want all of them to fuck me. To fill me with come.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. They will. All of them.”
After James filled Rita’s pussy, the other guys took their turns. By the time Randy, who was last in line, fucked her, her pussy was so full of semen that it squished loudly with each stroke of his cock. After he finished, all organized fucking flew out the window. The guys began to fuck her in pairs, in her mouth and pussy at the same time. Then Paul and Mark introduced her to her first DP, with Paul sliding his large cock in her pussy while Mark penetrated her ass.
Rita let them fuck her any way they wanted, tossing all her inhibitions aside in an orgy of erotic pleasure. She was so eager for it that the few times no one was hard enough to fuck her, she resort ed to finger-fucking herself. In a final scene that had me almost coming in my pants, she was on the bed with Skip in her pussy, James in her ass and Paul in her mouth. She had Keith’s and Randy’s cocks in her hands, jacking them off while Mark squeezed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.
When we got home, Rita was trembling from the exertion of her gang bang. As we went inside, I put my arm around her to steady her. Once in the house, I took an envelope from my pocket and handed it to her. “Here, babe,” I said. “This is yours.”
She glanced up at me and said, “What’s this?”
“It’s yours, 1800,” I said. “The guys hired you as their entertainment. They all chipped in 300 apiece.”
“But I didn’t do tonight for money,” she replied.
“I know that, and the guys know it too. But take it anyway. They definitely got their money’s worth.”
She grinned and dropped the envelope in her purse, then looked at me and said, “Well, I got my money’s worth too.”
We showered together. I gently washed splotches of come off of Rita’s aching, sated body. As we lay down naked on the bed, she sighed and looked at me with a smile. “Honey,” she said, “you’re looking at a very well-fucked woman.”
“I can tell,” I said, reaching over to slide my fingers in her pussy. “You must have a gallon of semen in here.”
“I could use some more,” she said, “if you don’t mind sloppy seconds, or fifths, or tenths.” She giggled and spread her legs. I rolled over between them and slid my cock in her. The knowledge that six different men had fucked her repeatedly and filled her with their semen only hours before was so arousing, I came almost immediately in her used snatch.
That was a few months ago. Now Rita’s gang bang at the “Come-alot” is a distant but pleasant and still-arousing memory. It will have to remain a memory for now, even though Rita has mentioned several times how hot it was and how eager and turned on she would be to do it again.
But we’ll have to wait a while, since her baby bump is beginning to show. Of course we have no idea whose baby we’re going to have. If it’s black, which according to our gang-bang participation statistics is a 50-50 probability, I know we’ll have some explaining to do. But whatever happens, we’ll deal with it.
In the meantime Rita and I have a tacit agreement between us that someday she will once again get to be the erotic nexus in another anything-goes gang bang.—A.H., Omaha, Nebraska