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Accidental Wife Gang Bang

I'd been enjoying sharing my wife with guys. She wanted more-was loving all the sex. Really loving it she went from a normal lady who was happy getting fucked a couple times a week to needing sex all the time. She loved new guys and different dicks and the whole thing. I was having a blast and set her up with a black guy I met on line with a big dick and yeah you guessed it she loved it. Started seeing him on the reg and she wanted more. He brought a friend in and they would double team her. She wanted more tho so I started setting up things with other guys.

Found a bunch of black guys she liked and got with. Was so into it. Then met another black guy, really big like a boxer and with a really big dick. She Liked liked his pic he set wanted him. I went to say she was interested and he had messaged me a little angry demanding that I let him fuck her. Like every other guy was polite and laid back and this guy was different. I responded that yeah she wanted to. He said he was gonna fuck her like she's never been fucked. He said her pussy would be sore for a week. I was a little nervous like what if he's abusive? I told her he was more aggressive than the other guys and it excited her. She said she had been fantasizing about getting fucked by a real thug kind of guy. He demanded that I just drop her at his house. I dropped her off and left her there.

She came home two days later. She was there from Fri afternoon to sunday night. He was right her pussy was sore for awhile. She told me the story. He took her clothes off as soon as she walked into the house, stripped her naked except for the heels she was wearing. That what she wore all weekend. He got her on her knees and she sucked his cock right inside the door. She looked up and he was facetiming her to a friend watching her suck his dick. The guy was saying how hot she was and that he loved how blonds suck cock and the guy said to his freind don't worry she'll be sucking your cock as soon as you get her. My wife said she stoped sucking and said what the said something like bitch suck my cock-do what your told and he slapped her ass ereally hard which number stung bad and nimber two turned her on.

So she sucked and fucked this guy and then not only the facetime guy but two other guys showed up and her weekend turned into a crazy sex weekend of her fucking all this guys friends. She said they hung out having drinks and smoking and fingering her, getting their dicks sucked and fucking her when thye wanted. She said she fucked 11 guys a few were there and fucked her as much as they could the others stopped by fucked her and lleft, a few would stop back in others just once.

She said it was fun but overwellming. Too many dicks I think but she was certainly satified. Said most off them got ruff slapping her ass and fucking her face and things like that. She swallowed a lot of cum and came more times than she remembered. She needed a long break after than then one night she was sucking my dick and just said hey what do you thinK? maybe I can srta fucking around again? She started up and here we are she's talking about that weekend and wondering if she could handle it again. My filosophy is simple if you want it go for it. We'll see I thionk she wants it. I wonder how many guys she'll fuck this time.

Wife Got Stuffed On Thanksgiving Cont

After I watched my wife give my buddy head and he came down her throat I went back upstairs to bed. I waited like 15 mins and was surprised she didn’t come up. So I went back downstairs and my wife was working on my buddy’s cock again. Now she was laying naked next to him with her head in his lap slowly sucking him hard. I was thinking wow that he could go again so fast
However my wife is very sexy and I guess because it had been so long Since he got any he was already getting hard.

After she got him hard , I knew this time she was going to want to try him. She straddled him and slowly lowered her pussy down on his hard rod. Once she got him balls deep inside of her she really started to bounce on his cock. I knew why she sucked him first so she could get a long ride without him cumming too soon and that she did.

She rode him hard and fast for a good 10 minutes. She looked incredible honestly. She has an amazing ass and I took my cock out to stroke this time watching her fuck him. I never said anything to her about it but I have been stroking pretty much every day with the imagine of her riding him

My Coworker

My confession is, when i was younger, married around 28 years old. I worked with a guy. We were friends at work, usually chatting about random stuff at times. We saw each other many times on shift.
My father made some hand crafted furniture. I told him about it and he wanted to see some. I told him it was my fathers hobby and he nor my mom were not home during the day to see it. (We worked 3'rd shift).
I arranged to meet him at my parents house to look at some of the furniture. We were alone in the living room looking at a small table when he started to get really friendly with me . Putting his hand on my shoulder and gently stroking down my arm in a sensual manor. He started telling me sweet things about how much he liked me and thought I was attractive and always wanted to kiss and make out with me. I told him to remember I was married and he said he knew but that didn't matter to him. He pulled me close and hugged me. I have to say I did have a subconscious attraction to him but never intended on doing anything at all. I found myself returning the hug and before I knew it he was kissing me deep. I must have become somewhat limp and relaxed. Next thing I knew he scooped me up and put me down on the carpet on my back. He had one hand under my shirt and the other had my short pants pulled down in the front. I started to resist at that point knowing what he wanted. He then took both hand and pulled my pants and panties down below my knees. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down and grabbed my pants and panties and pulled them off my legs in an upward motion keeping me off balance and on my back. Holding me then with one hand on my chest with his weight he had his jeans down and got between my legs. His knees on my thighs with his weight. It hurt badly and it made me relax and legs open to get him to get off. He reached between my legs and inserted something inside me. I don't know what it was but i suspected later it was some type of birth control. He then proceeded to push himself inside me and fuck me. I squirmed and protested telling him to stop and get off at first. He kept going and finally I just gave in, my body liked it and my reflex pulled my knees up to let him fuck me unrestricted. I lay there moaning lowly as he drove into me faster and faster. In my guilt I loved it. He was some bigger than my husband so it was definitely different. When he came he pushed in and held. Then got up, pulled up his pants and left me there naked from the waist down, shirt and bra pushed up exposing my breasts and cum leaking out of me on my parents carpet.
I lay there several minutes before getting up and cleaning the mess.
I went home and never told anyone.
Next night at work, he acted like nothing ever happened. I kept my distance from him and he left there a month or so later. Have never seen him since.

An Unusal Separation, Part Two

This is the follow up to #48267, wherein my wife of ten years Maggie decided that it was time for us to separate (after a multi-month dry spell of our sex life) and encouraged me to have sex with her friend Ashley that was staying with us at the time. There was wine. And Warhammer minis.

As I mentioned, that first night when Maggie essentially kicked me out of our bedroom I did not go fuck Ashley as she suggested. I spent the night on our couch, a sobbing mess. The next day, I tried to get it together. Ashley found me on the couch mid morning, asked me to help her in the garage looking for something in the boxes she was storing over there.

Day One
So in our garage it's just the two of us. Remember, Ashley is slightly chubby, pale skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and long dark hair. I initially didn't like her at all but over the months she stayed with us she won me over, and of course now my wife (soon to be ex wife) was telling me to fuck her and that she'd go along with it. Ashley was wearing shorts and a black tank, hair in a very loose ponytail. I noticed for the first time a tattoo on her thigh, an interesting rose and wrought iron band that went around the top of her thigh (like an open cuff style bracelet). I asked her about it.

"My only one," she said, and told me she got it when her grandmother, Rose, passed away. They were very close. She pulled up her shorts just a bit so I could see it better, nothing too sexy here until she turned around to show me the side and I saw just a peek of her butt where she was pulling her shorts up.

So we got to work moving boxes around and eventually (nearly an hour and half later) found what she was looking for, a special hairbrush. We also rearranged the space where her boxes were stored so that she could get to her stuff a bit easier. One thing I really remember from this experience was the garage smelling intensely like Jasmine, what I would later know to be her perfume.

That night, when we all bedded down, I went back to my couch and Ashley was sitting there. She told me she knew something was wrong and asked if it was her fault. I held it in for a good long while, then with a big sigh the tears started again. No sobbing, thankfully. I told her Maggie was seeing a lawyer and that we were done. I didn't mention the other part. For my trouble Ashley hugged me and held me. It was nice, soft, jasmine. I slept that night.

Day Two
Maggie is gone all day, so Ashley and I do yard work and run an errand or two. That night I went to knock on Ashley's door. I could very faintly hear the music she was listening to, and she was quietly singing along. I stood there for maybe a full minute just listening, then went back to the couch and thought long and hard about that tattoo and the little extra show I got to see the day prior.

Day Three
That morning was the day Maggie was going to see the lawyer, I believe, so again I'm alone with Ashley. She brings me breakfast on the couch - toast, scrambled eggs, OJ with bourbon in it (good girl). We sit side by side and eat.

She asks me, " are you okay, what's going to happen with all this?" I told her I had no idea, but today was the day that it would start to be official. There was paperwork involved now. I hadn't mentioned Maggie's proposition, but here I shared "she's trying to set me up with someone, if you can believe that."

"Who?" Ashley looks concerned. I looked at her for a long time saying nothing. She fully blushes after a few minutes. "Really," she says it like she's trying to cover up something.

"Yeah."

"Like take her place?" she asks. "Just like that?"

"Maybe."

"I couldn't wear her clothes." We both laugh hard at that one, maybe a bit too hard. Maggie is slimmer, more athletic.

She's still blushing, she reaches for my OJ and bourbon and takes a hard swallow. I don't know why but that's when I notice she's wearing MY t-shirt, an old Ozzy Osbourne shirt I forgot I had hung up in the guest room. I went through a phase in high school.

And I just lean over, take the glass from her hands, and kiss her. Soft, orange juice on her lips, that jasmine smell. And we're kissing each other at that point, softly, continuously, no rush and no one else on earth but the two of us. I slide my hand under the blanket she has in her lap and stroke her thigh, right on that tattoo and just under her shorts on the outside of her thigh.

Her hands are on the side of my face and back of my neck, nothing like Maggie's kisses at all. Ashley is trying to bring me into her and give affection to what feels like my entire head and neck. We're holding each other tightly at this point, I'd let her suffocate me if she wanted to at that point. She pulls me down on top of her, and her legs start to wrap around me. We’re still in no hurry, and some of our kisses are silly, playful, some intense and passionate, some take my breath away, some make me want to weep. She is pulling something out of me.

I stand and she pulls off the t-shirt, exposing her large, soft, chubby breasts and cute tummy, little muffin top. I kneel and start kissing up her right knee, up to her hip, across her stomach, and finally toward her breasts, which she has pushed together and pressed into my face. Again, this suffocation feeling mingled with passion is overwhelming.

Sitting there in her short grey shorts, no top, breasts pressed together, smiling, blushing, inviting me to come on over. This image will stay with me forever.

I think I’ll stop here, but she did give me an incredibly sensual handjob-tit wank, and I shot all over her beautiful breasts. We showered after that, and we team fingered her in the shower to an orgasm, where I held her while she shuddered and turned to jello in my arms. At dinner that night, Maggie joined us and she smiled watching us together - she knew it had happened at that point. First time I saw Maggie smile genuinely in months.

That night I went to bed with her, and haven’t left since. Maggie and I did separate and did so incredibly amicably - I’m pretty sure Maggie had met a woman and has been trying to figure out her sexuality. She hasn’t dated anyone that I’m aware of, but she’s mentioned a friend a couple of times that I didn’t know when we were together, Sheila. I can’t be upset if someone had that kind of revelation and was stuck being married to me.

Maggie took all the furniture (barring what was in Ashley’s room) and the car, I got the house. I willingly gave Maggie money to help her get started. The master bedroom is empty currently, Ashley and I will be taking it over after all our new furniture gets here in January. We have a fenced in backyard, Ashley wants to get a dog as soon as possible.

There is definitely a new lady of the house.

Wife Got Stuffed On Thanksgiving

My buddy recently got divorced so my wife and I invited him over for a small thanksgiving dinner with just us and to watch some football.

It was nice to see him and we had fun talking and watching the game. I could catch him checking out my wife every now and then and after a few drinks he told me how lucky I was and that he had not gotten laid in like a year.

My wife hung out with us and we watched a movie. We all had a decent amount to drink and he started to talk about his ex and how shitty everything had gotten. I was surprised when he broke down crying and my wife went over to hug him. After we talked some more I told him to stay on the sleep sofa in the basement and my wife and I went to bed.

We talked a bit about him and she said she didn’t realize how bad off he was and I casually mentioned yeah that the poor guy hadn’t gotten laid in over a year. She didn’t say anything more and we both went to bed.

I woke up at like 230 am with a raging headache and went to take some Advil. I noticed my wife wasn’t in bed and figured she was probably not feeling well either. I went downstairs in the kitchen and didn’t see anyone so I decided to go to the basement to see if maybe she was down there. I didn’t see her in the main area and that’s when I got a suspicious feeling to look in the guest area where my buddy was. I peeked around the corner and there was a little light from outside so I could see ok

My buddy was sitting on the couch naked and my wife was topless just wearing her panties and sucking on his very long hard cock. I was stunned but I didn’t do anything. I just stood there and watched for 5 minutes while she gave him a very sexy blowjob. I heard him ask him where he wanted to cum and he said wherever she wanted.
He said it had been so long he was just happy to cum. So she kept sucking and swallowed his entire load. A rare thing that I usually get on my birthday.

I Watched And Let It Happen

About 15 years ago, I was working in New Orleans for a couple of weeks. As I strolled after night back to my hotel I was along the river but on the other side of the flood wall, past the convention center and the hotel. I saw across the street a couple about 18 years old or so fallen out drunk. She was really cute, nice body, looked like C cup titties and wearing a mini skirt. A homeless guy was close to them and he didn't see me. I moved into the shadows. He kept sliding toward her. When close, he touched her arm and jostled it a bit. Neither of the couple moved. Next he shook her at the shoulder, nothing. I kept watching.

Eventually he moved to her tits, she had on a tight top but obviously no bra. He was shaking them, squeezing them. Then he reached under her top and was feeling her bare tits under it. She moved a little giving him the chance to raise her top over her tits. They were perfect, beautiful with half dollar areolae and pencil eraser nipples that were dark pink. He started sucking on them and checking for any movement from her or her boyfriend who by no was rolled over about 3 feet away. Then he pulled up her mini up over her hips. Pulled down her panties and I got to see her gorgeous black haired bush. He was finger fucking her while sucking on those pretty tits. Soon he had his cock out and got on top of her and I watched as he pushed gently in and out of her. Soon he stopped, was pushing in and I knew he was cumming inside her pussy. It wasn't until he pulled out and walked away that I got the full realization that I'd watched a r**e. Not only watched, but got hard and was wanking off to it, and did absolutely nothing to stop it.

I put my cock away, walked across the street and with the street flood light so close I got a better look at her body and her face, she was incredible. Then I saw dripping out of her black pussy hair, the white cum the homeless guy put into her beautiful pussy. And I did nothing but watch and let it happen. I think back and wonder if that girl knew she'd been r**ed, or did she and her boyfriend think they did it before they passed out? Did she get pregnant, not realizing the baby was from a homeless guy r****g her?

I feel terrible some times, but I keep seeing her lying there so perfect, so beautiful with cum oozing out of her black haired, just fucked pussy.

I Just Wanted It To Be Over

I was begging for it, and a one of the kinkiest guys I fuck with arranged a gangbang for me. I was full of myself and wanted 10 guys, I got 12 and thought that was great. It went on for hours, I was sore after the first three guys, they wouldn't stop, I don't know why but after the first few guys everyone started going bareback and I was a mess. I keep myself trimmed but since it was going into cold weather it's thicker hair down there and it was a mess, I could feel it all dripping out of me, I was laying in a pool of mancum. The guys just kept coming, some rolling me over and getting me on hands and knees for doggie, others wanting sucked hard before fucking. Others just came into the room I was in, shut the door, inserted and fucked till they came. The lights were off, I never even saw some of their faces.

At the end which resulted in me having sucked to completion 5 times, and taken all 12 cocks I got fucked 21 times and my friend did the last time in my butt inviting any of the remaining guys in to watch. My friend asked me how I liked it and I told him I'd never do it again. I was so sore, just getting pounded and pounded. I never came, I was a mess, the bed was a mess I had sperm all over me. I don't know what I expected but that wasn't it. I guess I knew it was about being a fucktoy, a total slut and I wanted to experience that side of it, but I think I like being kissed while it's going on. I got fucked or sucked guys a total of 26 times and never got kissed or even rubbed to get me off. From about the 3rd guy I just wanted it to be over. Three or four of the guys were really thick, two of them really long too and it was really uncomfortable, they just stuck it all the way it and went to pounding.

Now I know what its like, I don't want to experience it again. That was Saturday, today is Wednesday and I have trouble crossing my legs without feeling it down there. I had sex for the first time over a year ago, have had 9 different partners till this weekend, now it's 21 guys that have been in me. I wish it hadn't happened. My friend called this morning asking if I was up for it again this weekend, he picked up some great weed, and the guys have been asking for it again.

NO

An Unusual Settlement

Last February, my marriage ended, though at the time I didn't know it. My wife of nearly 10 years, Maggie, started withholding sex from me, claiming she wasn't feeling well every time. To my credit, I tried to support her at first. But we started fighting about it, and by early April we were in a dead bedroom situation, and I resigned to a sexless fate. We both came from some pretty broken homes with infidelity, so agreed to keep trying therapy and even medical consultation. She was absolutely miserable, but at that time I didn't realize it.

Late April, Maggie's best friend Ashley comes to see us one night for a dinner. I do catering as a career so I'm always good to entertain friends, even when someone doesn't tell me they are coming so I can prepare a bit better and have decent wine in the house. Nonetheless, I make do (as usual). A good meal and some cheap table wine, and Ashley is telling us she has lost her job thanks to Coronavirus and isn't going to be able to make rent. Maggie tells her without missing a beat to move in with us and take our guest bedroom. Well I had been using that space to paint my minis for Warhammer, but okay - we'll help out her friend, of course. Also, yes I'm a huge dork - sit down.

Not a great start to all this, I hated Ashley for about a good month. And she knew it so she was trying extra hard to win me over. Ashley isn't bad looking - really dark hair worn loose and long, super pale skin, light blue eyes. She's chubby but not unattractive. Ashley started touching my arm when she spoke to me, helped me in the kitchen, my designated sous chef since Maggie never had an interest (Maggie hated taking orders from me), and lots of long talks over experimental wines.

At this point we are sitting in mid-July, and things are pretty good. Still no sex for me and Maggie, but with a new person in the house, at least there is someone to talk to - and a few of those conversations drifted into our marriage. I tried, really hard, to keep all that out of our talks but it was nice to have someone to talk to. I relocated for Maggie due to her job so I had to adjust while she had a social circle to support her, so having Ashley suddenly a torrent of blocked up social energy just came out of me. I know, not much of a confession yet and I'm getting emotional. We'll get there.

August, and one night Maggie and I are getting ready for bed. I turn off the lamp, and she says, just as we settle in, almost so quiet I don't hear it "I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry."

I'm in shock, and ask and ask if I did something wrong. She says no, and I ask if there is someone else. She says no to that as well. So what do we do, I finally say, still in the dark.

"I want a divorce," she says. "I'm going to see a lawyer this week."

I'm still not mad, but I'm starting to hurt more than a little bit. I start to get out of bed, I'm not planning to stay here tonight. "I want you to go fuck her," she says. I ask who.

"Ashley. She'll fuck you, she wants to. Go fuck her, stay with her tonight."

I ask if this is a joke. Maggie turns on the bedroom lamp and I see those calculating eyes. No joke, she says. She's good for you, and I want you to go fuck her.

"I'm scheduled to see a lawyer in two days. I do care about you, so take a head start with Ashley. I trust her, she's been a friend for a few years, and I know she will treat you right."

I didn't go fuck Ashley that night, instead I slept on the couch and cried all night. No shame, I was with Maggie for ten years and there were feelings there.

It took me a couple of days, but I did eventually go visit Ashley in her room. If folks want to hear about that, I'll share it (going on a bit long as is). Ashley is definitely a giver.

The main point of this story is how my now ex-wife gave me a pretty solid assist in finding someone else after we split. Weird, but thanks I guess. Thanks to all of you who might read this, it's good to get some of it out.

Sis And Law Vs Niece

My wife's older sister is 54 and absolutely fit. She's not quite a model, but she's petite and fit and obsessed with not aging so she can still fit in teenager's clothes without looking like a saggy old hag trying too hard. She mostly pulls it off except for a few outfits that she just should let go at this point...but the average mini skirt and tight pants and even bikinis she pulls off just fine, maybe if she'd just stay away from the booty shorts...that seems a little desperate...

Anyhow - lately she's been very aggressive with me, trying to get me to respond to her, and a few times pretty much said flat out hat we should have sex.

I'm torn between the yes and no...I've been hooking up with my niece...her daughter...since she was in high school. So she's my niece but not a blood relative, but still I get it's not the best situation. The daughter-niece is now 29 and we still get together a couple times a year even though she is also married and recently had her first child (not mine). She's hot, too, not in the way her mother is, but taller and a little thicker with a cute round butt where her mother is flat.

So I'm stuck to some degree. I'm already hiding a relationship with my niece from everyone. Even though the sister in law wants to hook up, I'd hate to ruin either my marriage, my side action with my niece, or both. Somehow the status quo works, and I'm tempted to take the risk to see what the sister in law is like in bed, something I've thought about for years.

My FWB Club

Growing up I knew I wanted to be a normal wife and mother. The thing was, all my friends were guys as I LOVED playing sports, but I was attracted to other girls more. The first person that kissed me was the across the street neighbor girl my age. She called our kissing "practice" for when we got bf's. I found I liked kissing her a lot. Practice sessions started getting so hot we'd take off all our clothes while kissing and explore each other during and afterwards. She got to eating me out and we really liked it. She loved eating me out and I was happy to let her.

She always wanted me to eat her out like she had been doing to me. I wanted to as well but whenever I'd get near there I'd feel too grossed out to lick much and stopped and stalled. I happily did everything but eat her out, much. I thought that was a good compromise but it wasn't. She started being mean to me and we stopped messing around. After a while we became frenemies.

As I was losing my friend to frenemy status a cute guy friend at school offered to show me his if I show him mine. The idea of finally having an excuse to expose myself to him excited me so I agreed. He told our guy friends and I ended up doing the same thing again with the rest of the 6 boys in my circle of guy friends.

My guy friends and I started playing fairly innocent sex games after school. With me being the only girl in our group it always revolved around me. At first I felt picked on but I liked the attention enough to keep returning and participating. This was when I saw, felt, jacked and sucked on my first boners. They were all different. I soon felt like I had 6 boyfriends and I loved it. Eventually, I got each one of them to be able to eat me out like my frenemy used to. Way later than that we all started losing our virginities with me. One was my first and I was the first for all of them.

At school and at my house we were all just friends. My parent's made it clear I wasn't to do anything but group date in public places until college. On the other hand, at each of my friend's homes I was their son's steady girlfriend. The boy's parents LOVED that their sons had a hot girlfriend he was banging and gave us space and condoms. Not once did they get upset catching me naked in their homes. Seriously, I could have dinner at their home naked and screw their son on the couch as the parents watch tv in the room with us and the parent's would just beam with pride in their son. The double standard was shockingly hilarious.

Our FWB group splintered, ended and got together a bunch of times. We all got together and messed around each time one of us got married. I met my husband through one of them so he knew about my FWB group before he even met me. He was impressed with me and fell for me pretty fast. It was cute.

A while after I was married I let myself get talked into doing a 'solid' for a female friend by being the third in a threesome for her faience. It was my first time with a woman since my frenemy so I was hesitant. Turns out I'm ok with eating out now. Not wild about it but a good sport now. My husband's response was the same as my FWB group; they all wanted their own FMF threesome with me. It took a while but we did. I still try to give my husband one at least once a year.

I still have my FWB guys. We don't all live near so we get together when we can. I love that my husband and two of their wives know and are supportive of our little FWB club