Sharing Wife With Strangers
The doorbell rang, piercing through the sultry air of the dimly lit bedroom. Jen slowly rolled over to glance at the clock on the nightstand, the red digits glowing 11:36 PM. She sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the king-sized bed, the plush carpet tickling her toes. Her husband Mark mumbled sleepily beside her, one arm still wrapped possessively around her naked waist.
Jen pulled on her silk robe, knotting the sash around her slender middle as she padded silently down the grand staircase that dominated the entryway. She peered through the peephole, her heart skittering in anticipation at the gaggle of well-dressed men milling on the porch. They were all regulars, familiar faces from the private chat rooms and forums she frequented under the alias “NaughtyNancy”.
With a deep breath, Jen unlocked the heavy oak door and stepped back, letting it swing open with a theatrical creak. The men tumbled inside, their hungry eyes roving over her skimpy attire. The one in the lead, Dick, pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss as the others piled in behind him.
“Miss me, dirty girl?” he murmured against her lips, one hand cupping the curve of her ass.
Jen melted against him, already feeling the first stirrings of arousal. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she purred back, nipping at his bottom lip. “Come on, everyone’s eager to play.”
She took Dick’s hand and led him upstairs, the other men trailing after them like eager puppies. As they entered the master bedroom, Mark was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist. He wore a cocky grin, his eyes alight with anticipation.
“Hey boys,” he called out, his voice graveled with sleep and something darker. “Ready to make my wife scream?”
Amidst whoops and hollers, Jen climbed onto the bed and knelt between Mark’s legs. She leaned down and ran her tongue along the length of his cock, feeling it grow and stiffen under her ministrations. Mark moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as the men stripped off their clothes, their erections bobbing lewdly.
Jen sat up and stretched out on her back, draping her arms over her head in a wanton display. “Alright boys,” she husked, “show me what you’ve got.”
The men converged on her like a pack of starving wolves, groping and stroking every inch of her quivering flesh. Mouths latched onto her nipples, sucking and nibbling as fingers probed her dripping slit. She thrashed and moaned, arching into their touch as the pleasure mounted.
Jen felt a heavy body press against her side as a cock rubbed against her thigh. She reached down and grasped the thick shaft, angling it towards her lips. “Mmm, ready for my mouth, baby?” she asked, licking her lips.
“Fuck yes,” breathed the man. It was Jack, a childhood friend turned occasional lover. She’d sucked him off plenty of times in their frantic trysts, but it never got old.
Jen opened wide and took him to the hilt, relishing his groan as she swallowed around him. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, one hand stroking what wouldn’t fit. All the while, she arched her back and ground against the cock rubbing between her legs, letting the other men continue their ministrations.
Soon the bed was a writhing mass of flesh, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the air. Men lavished attention on every inch of Jen’s petite frame while she writhed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around the fingers plunging inside. She sucked and stroked with abandon, her own pleasure mounting as she brought the men closer and closer to the edge.
Just then, Mark rolled Jen onto her stomach and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his straining erection with one smooth thrust. Jen cried out, the dual sensation of penetration releasing her inner slut. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his pelvis as he pistoned in and out.
“Holy fuck,” he grunted, his hands digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, you naughty little whore. Take that dick while I watch you get railed by all my buddies!”
Jen could only whimper in response, too consumed by pleasure to form coherent words. She clung to the sheets as men took turns fucking her from every angle, slamming into her wet heat until she was a shuddering, incoherent mess. Mark’s fingers found her clit and rubbed in fierce circles, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
With a hoarse cry, Jen fell over the precipice, her pussy clamping down around the cock buried inside her.Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as she writhed and bucked, her inner walls milking the men for all they were worth. They groaned and jerked, spilling their loads inside of her as she collapsed onto the bed, spent.
As the men pulled out, Mark flipped Jen onto her back and covered her body with his own. He kissed her roughly, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he slid his softening cock back inside. He fucked her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure, until he finally found his own release with a guttural moan.
After, the men cleaned up and dressed, giving Jen lingering looks as they headed for the door. “Same time next week, gorgeous?” Dick asked with a wink.
Jen snuggled against Mark’s side, still glowing with satisfaction, and nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it,” she purred, blowing the men a kiss.
As the door closed behind them, Jen sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. Another successful gangbang in the books, her needs fully satisfied. She shifted closer to Mark and draped a leg over his hip, the sticky evidence of their coupling smearing between them. He made a low, approving sound and pulled her flush against his body.
“Love you, baby,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
“Love you too,” Jen whispered, already drifting off, a blissful smile curving her lips. To her, this life of fulfilling every imagined craving was already too good to be true.
