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Married
by oldfart (flcurry@mindspring.com)

***

A writer of erotic stories wants to experience a gang 
bang. She convinces her husband, who finds he enjoys it 
after all. (MMF, orgy)

***

"But I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant, and 
you'll be there with me, so nothing will go wrong."

"Dolly, don't be ridiculous, There could be lots of 
things that could go wrong. What if one of them hurts 
you before I can stop him? What if... What if I get 
jealous? What if word gets out? What if you get VD? No, 
honey, I won't let you do it! Why do you even want to?"

"So I'll know what it feels like. Look, I've never had 
sex with anyone but you. "She's thirty-three years old, 
and she's only slept with one guy." I like sex with you 
a lot, but I might like it differently with other men. 
If I do, I want to know what it feels like, while I'm 
still young enough to pull it off, and I can do it only 
if you to share the experience with me."

"But, a gang bang? Why? Why not just sleep around? This 
is way too dangerous. What if things get out of hand?"

"It won't. They won't. I've got it all figured out. No 
one will even know anyone else's name. It'll be totally 
anonymous. We'll rent a hotel room. I'll put an ad in 
the paper. We'll interview each man beforehand. You'll 
be with me all the time and I'll tell you when I want 
to stop. If you don't want me to go through with it, 
I'll back out. Even if you just feel uneasy, I promise, 
I'll stop. Please be open-minded, Tom. I really want to 
do this."

"Is this research for another story?"

"Well, yes, but I also want to see how much sex one 
woman can reasonably take."

"Then ask some prostitute, or masturbate."

"But I want to know for myself, for me. And I lose 
interest in climaxing when I masturbate. Besides, it's 
not as the same as actually having sex. Come on, Tom, 
please. You've got it up more than once lots of times. 
I really like multiple intercourse with you, and I'm 
sure having additional partners will keep me going. 
Tom, please let me do this. I promise, it will be just 
this one time."

Tom looked at her in wonder. He didn't believe it at 
first, but now he saw that Dolly was deadly serious. 
Strangely, as he gave it some consideration, he 
actually felt the stirrings of excitement in his loins. 
"Face it, buddy," he told himself, "it's pretty erotic 
to have a wife who is so fascinated by sex that she 
would be willing to do a gang bang."

Dolly had always been an excellent lover, especially 
recently. She was enthusiastic and always willing. She 
had learned to suck cock really well and to grab and 
manipulate his inserted cock with her cunt muscles when 
they fucked. Maybe the other men would be a little 
envious to find out that such a sexy woman was married 
to him. 

Would she really do it? If he knew Dolly she would. 
But, what would it mean to their relationship? He knew 
he loved her, and she loved him. Hopefully, nothing 
could change that. But the whole idea was so scary, and 
yet so sexy!

"You'll really back out if I say so? Even at the last 
minute? And stop if it bothers me too much?"

"I said I would and I will. Please, Tom, at least think 
about it. C'mon. Heck, you might even enjoy it."

"You're sure? OK, maybe you're right. It might be 
interesting to see how I'll feel. The idea scares me, 
but maybe it will work. OK, let see if we can pull it 
off."

* * *

"What's the Bowflex for?" Tom looked at the box sitting 
in the hallway.

"For me to work out on. Sex isn't a low calorie 
exercise. I've got to be in good shape. I don't want to 
give out physically before I'm fully satisfied 
sexually, and I didn't know how long that will take. 
I've also got this." She held up a new cookbook. The 
title read: "Low Fat, High Energy. Plus I've got a new 
exercise schedule full of stretching and bending, 
especially the inner thighs."

"Wow, you're really serious." Tom shook his head. 
"Maybe I should work out a little myself."

"You'd better- I want you in the mix as well."

* * *

Over the next three weeks, Dolly stuck to her routine. 
She even managed to lose a little weight, bringing 
herself to a trim 110 pounds. Her firm flesh glowed 
with health. 

Tom was taking it pretty well; he had helped her 
interview the men. They advertised for potential 
partners, looking for about twenty five total. They 
specified that they wanted men who were competent love 
makers. The whole idea was for Dolly to have as many 
climaxes as possible, not just fucks. Tom was surprised 
at the number of males who responded to the ad. They 
even had a number of women respond. Dolly considered 
that, but finally decided she wanted to keep it to 
straight sex, though. That's what her storyline 
required. 

He and Dolly had discussed how they would do it and 
planned it in some detail. She was glad to find that he 
actually seemed to be getting turned on by the idea. 
She sure was. Their sex life was better than ever. The 
week before the event they had sex twice a day, both 
when they went to bed and when they woke up the next 
morning.

She and Tom decided to keep the hotel room pretty cool, 
since so much physical exertion would be going on in 
it. So to keep herself warm, Dolly had bought two new 
baby-doll pajamas. They were pink-and-white with short 
puffed sleeves and a fringe of lace at the hem. Dolly 
knew she would feel better, and thought she would 
probably look sexier, if she were partly clothed. 
Actually, Tom had suggested the idea. She would buy the 
baby-dolls and wear just the top. As he pointed out, 
they wouldn't interfere with her fucking, and her cute 
little slit and bottom could peek out enticingly 
beneath them. 

They talked at length about whether she should shave 
her public hair. She had done it a couple of times, 
years ago, and had liked the feeling, but had 
eventually gone back to letting it grow. They decided 
to leave it the way it was. 

It was fine and soft, anyway, and might provide some 
extra protection for her if she were fucked too long or 
violently. Even though Tom would be there, and they 
didn't expect any problems with the men they had 
picked, he might not move fast enough if one of the men 
got too excited.

And lastly, they decided to be scientific. Since Tom 
would be there anyway, they decided that he would note 
the beginning of each sex session and record the times 
that that it took Dolly to climax. 

Dolly knew she had an easier time cumming than many 
women did, but she felt that it would be interesting to 
know exactly what her reaction time was, especially 
after she had come a few times. She felt warm and 
excited about what she was going to do, and she 
sincerely wished she wouldn't get tense and not be able 
to enjoy the men sexually as much as she hoped to. 
Fortunately, as the day got closer, she felt calmer and 
more sure that everything would go all right.

* * *

Finally the big day arrived. After leaving their kids 
with her sister and brother-in-law, she and Tom drove 
to the airport and rented a car, then drove across town 
to the motel. The sun blazed in the blue sky and 
Dolly's spirits were as high as the fluffy white clouds 
that sailed through the heavens. Tom checked them in at 
the motel at about five in the afternoon, paying cash 
and using a false name. 

Dolly couldn't stop giggling. She felt giddy and 
jazzed. They went directly to the room. Dolly had had a 
hearty lunch, and was far too excited to eat. Tom 
unwrapped the food and drinks he'd brought for the men 
to consume while they waited, and he snacked on some as 
they got things ready. 

While Tom spread one of the large white beach towels 
they had brought onto the bed, Dolly took a long hot 
shower. She came out glistening, her hair slightly 
damp, very relaxed. With Tom's help, she rubbed skin 
lotion over her whole body, between her legs and onto 
her breasts. A small drop of perfume behind each ear, 
on her shoulders, under her arms and just above her 
slit, and she was ready.

"You get me first, darling. I need to warm up." She 
pulled Tom into the bed and on top of her. He pushed 
her onto her back, spread her legs and went down on her 
eagerly. She was already sopping wet with anticipation, 
of course, but she got even more excited as she held 
his head as he devoured her. Good God, her man sure 
knew how to please a woman! Dolly thrashed and moaned 
as Tom tantalized her aching clit. 

Soon she couldn't wait any more and wanted him in her. 
Tom dropped his pants and noted the time. They both 
laughed at the artificiality of it, and then he pushed 
his hard cock into her. He rooted it around inside, 
poking and prodding. She squirmed under him, enjoying 
his fervor. Soon she threw her arms around him and 
pushed up against him, crying out as she came. A few 
minutes later he gasped and groaned and climaxed 
strongly, deeply, into her. Afterwards, they hugged 
each other, content.

The doorbell rang. Tom got out of bed, tucked his shirt 
in and zipped up his pants. He looked down at Dolly. 
She smiled up at him; their lovemaking had been fast 
but enjoyable. Tom felt a pang of sadness as he eyed 
Dolly's sweet body. Her breasts were still firm and 
well shaped. Her stomach was almost as flat as it had 
been when they were first married. Her ass was still 
trim and tight. Her legs were long and slim. But it was 
her cunt, her beautiful, sweet, cunt, that he loved 
more than anything else, and that was the place he felt 
most at home. 

Dolly was a necessity to him, the center of his 
existence. Now, he feared that his life with her was 
about to change irreparably. During all of the time 
that they were married she had clung to him, and he had 
been faithful to her. Now she was going to move beyond 
that, beyond him alone, and share herself with other 
men. 

Still, she was her own master. He would not deny her. 
She wanted this, and he would not interfere. He stood 
for a second, then bravely walked through the living 
room, opened the door and welcomed the first four in. 
He asked them to wait, and then stuck his head back in 
the bedroom. Dolly had donned the pajama top and was 
sitting demurely on the bed. "Still want to go through 
with this?"

"Bring 'em on." Dolly fluffed the pillows and lay back. 
Her nipples were hard and pointy under the sheer top. 
She looked ravishing, her cheeks glowing and her eyes 
bright. Tom saw her blush, and then she smiled at him 
and mouthed 'I love you.' He shook his head in wonder, 
stepped into the living room and motioned to the first 
man, opening the door wide for him and following him 
in. 

Dolly looked up at the candidate that she and Tom and 
decided would be her first. She remembered talking to 
him during the interview. This fellow had impressed 
them both with his levelheaded seriousness. He hadn't 
been nervous, macho or embarrassed when she and Tom had 
described what they had in mind. He had nodded and said 
he would "be pleased to participate." Now he gazed 
solemnly down at her, and she blushed and her sex 
tingled as his large brown eyes scanned her half-naked 
body crouched on the bed. Tom sat down in a chair, and 
noted the times of his lovemaking with Dolly, as the 
man started to undress. "So," he said, "am I your 
first?"

"The first other than my husband," Dolly nodded toward 
Tom, who blushed despite himself. 

"Don't be afraid to let me know what you like," he 
said. "I want you to really enjoy fucking me. I know 
I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

He removed his shirt and shoes, dropped his pants, and 
slid his boxer shorts down his legs and off. He stood 
still for a few seconds, letting them both look him 
over. He was tall and slim, with wide shoulders and 
strong runner's legs. His skin was a luminous blue-
black, and his hair, short beard and chest pelt curled 
tightly against his skin. 

"Wow, you have a great body," Dolly told him. Dolly had 
wanted a black man and an oriental man as her first two 
sex partners, partly so she would know what interracial 
sex was like, but also to add variety and interest. 

The rest of the man's body was smooth and almost 
hairless. He did have a thick matted bush of public 
hair though, starting at his navel and flowing down 
around his crouch. His penis sprang out of the middle 
of it like a black trout out of a stream, his dark 
balls hanging loose below. 

"Thanks. And I know how to use it."

"You keep in shape."

"Yeah."

"Doing?"

"Round ball."

"Hope you don't dribble," she said smiling.

"I've never had any complaints." He walked slowly over 
to the bed, his pendulous meat swinging side-to-side, 
put his knee on the sheet, and crawled onto the bed 
with Dolly. 'With my wife,' Tom thought. 'So she's 
really going through with this.' He shook his head 
again. 'She can't have properly prepared herself,' he 
thought. 'After all, it's not like she's challenging 
her physical strength, but instead the resilience of 
her sensitive sexual organs. How can she know they 
won't be damaged? This is not the way normal people 
act.' His throat felt sore and he swallowed. He hoped 
he wasn't going to be sick.

The man kneeled in front of her, looking down at her 
shining face. His white teeth gleamed a wide smile. He 
put his fists on his hips and clinched the muscles of 
his ass. His penis jumped a little. Dolly started as it 
moved, then swallowed, nodded and licked her lips with 
her small pink tongue. His strong legs framed his 
hanging dark organ, which was now dangling right in 
front of her face. Since this was the first time she 
had seen any adult man's penis but Tom's, outside of 
videos, she studied it with interest. It looked a lot 
different than Tom's, even aside from its color. Tom 
was circumcised, his glans plainly visible. This man's 
cock was entirely covered with skin, except for a small 
opening at the tip. "May I?" she asked.

"Please do," the man said. She reached out and touched 
it shyly, letting her small fingers play over it, 
weighing it in her hand. 

She jacked it back and forth, and it started to swell 
even bigger. "Ewww?" Dolly said admiringly. She 
cherished the feel of it getting harder in her hand. As 
it grew, she noted a reddish flush under its dark 
surface. She rolled the warm flesh with both hands now 
and watched in fascination as it rose before her and 
the foreskin pulled back. The smooth glans was darker 
than the shaft. A clear drop of pre-cum seeped out. 

Dolly looked up at the man, touched it with her thumb 
and spread it over the cock head, turning it shiny. She 
smiled questioningly, her face luminous in the soft 
light from the lamp on the bedside table. The man 
looked down at her and nodded. Dolly continued to play 
with his cock, squeezing and rubbing it.

As she played, Tom clinched his jaw. He had seen lots 
of cocks before, of course, in gym class at school and 
in the locker room and the showers at his health club, 
but this one was unique. The woman he loved so much, 
and who, he knew, loved him as well, was about to let 
it enter her body. This particular cock was going to 
fill his loving wife's sweet vagina, where only his had 
been before. That didn't bother him so much. 

Dolly's body was hers, and she could use it as she saw 
fit. He did feel somewhat inadequate, though. After 
all, he had made love to Dolly thousands of times over 
the years and had brought her to many joyous climaxes, 
and had even given her two healthy children, but he 
obviously wasn't enough for her, sexually, any more. 
Tom wasn't jealous of this individual man; that, at 
least, was one advantage of a gang-bang. No, Dolly 
obviously didn't prefer any other man to him. It was 
just that suddenly, for some reason, she needed more 
sex than he could provide. His chest felt tight, as 
though he wanted to cry.

The black man reached out, put his large hands up under 
Dolly's pajama top and hugged her skinny ribcage. She 
preened as his palms played over her round breasts, his 
thumbs flicking her nipples, and shivered as his dry 
palms caressed her sensitive skin. She rubbed his upper 
arms and shoulders, feeling the tough muscle 
underneath. She stared hard into his eyes, wondering 
what he was thinking. She found herself fantasizing 
about what life would be like if she and he were 
married. He was well groomed and healthy, obviously a 
professional who made a good income. 

She wondered what he did for a living, and how he spent 
his spare time. If he were her husband, how would their 
friends treat him? How would his friends treat her? If 
she had children by him, how would the other kids in 
school react to her kids? He leaned down and kissed 
her. She kissed him back, tasting his soft coppery 
lips. The man lowered two fingers between her legs, 
pushed her labia apart and inserted a digit, finding 
her wet and ready. She groaned as the tip entered her, 
and her vagina pulsed with excitement.

The man rose up and ranged his hips in front of her, 
his cock fully erect now and pointing straight at 
Dolly's face. She took it in her hand again, inspecting 
it closely. It was nicely stiff and long, extending, 
she guessed, about seven inches from the man's loins, 
maybe more. 

It was quite massive as well, looking to be well over 
an inch and a half in diameter. She leaned forward and 
tasted it, carefully licking around the head, but when 
she tried to put it in her mouth, she found that it was 
too big to hold comfortably. She licked down its 
length, though, wetting it with her tongue. She sucked 
the tip again and it seemed to grow a little larger and 
stiffer. The man moaned with pleasure and took Dolly's 
face in his hands, pulling her away from him. He 
shifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed her upper 
body back toward the bed.

Dolly leaned backward until she was reclining on her 
elbows. She shifted her legs out from under her until 
they straddled the man's knees and tipped her hips up, 
exposing her welcoming pussy. It gleamed pink and 
ready.

The stranger supported himself with one hand on the 
mattress while guiding his dark member down toward her 
with the other. She was forced farther and farther back 
as the man's body came down on hers. She breathed in 
deeply, drawing the smell of him into her lungs. 

Stopping him with one hand against his chest, she 
looked down as his stiff meat approached her cleft. The 
dark bulb disappeared behind her pubic mound. She 
spread her slim thighs wide, as the tip touched her 
welcoming pussy lips and pushed them apart. "This is 
it!" she thought to herself. "Now I'll find out what it 
feels like to have a cock other than Tom's inside me!" 
Then her mouth formed into an "O", and she sucked a 
breath in as the black man's bulbous glans popped into 
her, and she fell back on the bed. Tom wrote down the 
time and waited.

The mass of hard meat slid quickly up her slick vagina, 
expanding it as it went. She gave a little grunt when 
it bottomed out against her cervix. The man didn't pull 
out immediately, but remained fully inserted, pressing 
large against her insides. Dolly sighed. His cock felt 
very good in there, as Tom's always did. She stared at 
the face of the stranger above her. 

He looked down at her, and his brown eyes sparkled. She 
felt a moment of disorientation, she was so used to 
seeing Tom's pale face and blue eyes there, and then 
she lifted a hand and touched the stranger's cheek. He 
kissed her palm then pulled back out of her a little 
and leaned down and kissed her warmly on the lips. She 
kissed him back, then opened her mouth and licked 
between his lips. He opened his mouth and let her 
tongue explore the inside of his cheeks and his teeth. 
He moved to kissing her cheeks and neck and moved his 
hips back a little, then steadily forward again, 
forcing more of himself into her than he had before. 

Again she grunted, and the man looked down at her. "Is 
it okay?" he whispered. She nodded, and he drew back a 
little, then slid forward a third time, going even 
deeper. Dolly swallowed in awe as the hot meat filled 
her. His cock was considerably bigger than Tom's, and 
she was having some trouble accommodating him. Little 
tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she blinked 
them away. 

He slid back again, then pushed in strongly, until he 
had finally forced his pubic bone against her clit. Now 
that his cock was all the way inside, Dolly lay still. 
The man rested on his elbows, his hands holding her 
head. He lowered his face and kissed her forehead, then 
lowered his mouth and nibbled her ear. She stretched 
her body sinuously, and hugged his cock, squeezing its 
base with her cunt, and rubbed her engorged clit hard 
against him. 

He squirmed around above her, massaging her breasts 
with his chest. She felt a surge of primal sexual 
pleasure and let out another sigh. This was even better 
than she had hoped. The man pulled up her pajama top 
and plumped and tweaked her breasts. She put her hands 
behind her head in acceptance as he kissed, nipped and 
suckled her tits. Then he lifted his body up with his 
arms and started moving in and out of her.

As the man's muscular ass bobbed back and forth, Tom 
gritted his teeth with exasperation. So, she was 
actually doing it. Now he had to endure while another 
man fucked his pretty wife, and he even had to watch. 
Tom's view was restricted to Dolly's legs laying flat 
on the sheet and the man's ebony back, ass and legs 
moving between them, but he could hear the squishing 
sound of the man's cock moving in and out of Dolly's 
cunt and the sounds of heavy breathing and moans the 
two were making. Dolly started moaning loudly with 
obvious pleasure, the man was panting and grunting, and 
Tom blushed with embarrassment at being present at such 
an intimate moment. 

Still, his face flushed as he watched the heaving 
bodies. His cock stirred. The man's hard muscles flexed 
under his ebony skin and a sheen of perspiration formed 
on the surface. His hips moved steadily, back and 
forth, as though exercising on a gym machine Tom 
shifted around the table so he could see better. Dolly 
was rolling her head and making little noises in her 
throat. The man arched above her, his eyes staring down 
at his cock. 

Tom could just barely make out the dark flash of cock 
meat on the backstroke, but he could hear the man's 
stomach slap Dolly's lower belly as he smacked his 
pubis against her clit. Tom winced. It was as though he 
were watching an X rated movie. Neither his wife nor 
the stranger was paying any attention to him. They were 
living only for themselves, and what they were doing to 
each other. 

Dolly started gasping and crying out, the mattress 
vibrating as her bottom bounced anxiously on it. She 
raised her knees and put her feet on the man's hips, 
tilting herself up. Tom recognized the signs. He bit 
his lip, waiting, and, predictably, she screamed out 
loud when she climaxed. The man groaned louder as 
Dolly's inner muscles massaged his implanted love tool. 

Tom shook his head, surprised that Dolly could have 
actually cum so soon. Then he remembered that he had 
brought her to climax only a short while before, so she 
had probably still been turned on from that. In fact, 
as he thought it over, he found he was actually pleased 
for her. Dolly certainly seemed to be enjoying what was 
happening, and Tom did like to make her happy. He noted 
the time of her orgasm on the pad, and returned his 
eyes to the bed.

Dolly rocked up on her elbows and looked down at the 
shiny black cock as it continued to slide in and out of 
her now-satisfied cunt. To her it was a beautiful 
sight, not at all sordid or base. She had always 
enjoyed having sex with Tom, and was glad to find that 
she liked it as much with this other man. The person 
spearing her so well had a hard attractive body. 

He was years younger than she was and it made her proud 
to know this handsome stranger desired her sexually. 
His long cock drove strongly up into her and filled her 
wonderfully full. He was sweating with effort, she was 
a little glowy herself, and he was obviously trying to 
add to her pleasure, moving his hips around when fully 
inserted, to stimulate and tantalize her clit. His 
engorged cock was very hard, like a plastic dildo or 
her vibrator. 

Her sensitive cunt lips grabbed at the slick sides as 
they slid by. Suddenly it swelled larger, the man 
stopped and shuddered, and Dolly readied herself as he 
erupted his alien sperm into her. She hugged him 
closely as it spurted strong and hot against her 
cervix, pleasuring it like Tom's always did, but this 
time excitingly foreign and mysterious. 

She looked up at this welcome intruder as he gasped 
above her, enjoying his passionate enthusiasm, 
wondering again who he was, what his life was like. She 
would never know, just as he would never know anything 
about her except how she made love. Her eyes were 
shining, and she felt glitteringly alive. She 
scrutinized him and tried to commit this event to 
memory. She caressed his back as he collapsed and lay a 
few minutes on her soft and satisfied body, nuzzling 
him as he kissed her face and rested his head against 
her neck. "Right, baby, you're sure as hell no 
dribbler," she whispered to him. He grunted, rocked 
back, pulled slowly out of her and stood up. 

"You're hot, Momma. You're a lucky guy, dude," he said 
to Tom as he dressed, putting his shiny used penis into 
his slacks, buttoned his shirt and walked out. 

Dolly straightened her pajama top and with knitted 
brow, looked over at Tom. Her concern was not for 
herself, she had thoroughly enjoyed her first extra-
marital experience, but she was worried that her 
husband might not have. Tom looked at her steadily; she 
couldn't read his expression. 

She was still extremely turned on though, her vagina 
was anxiously anticipating another visitor, and her 
nerves were singing out wonderfully. She sure didn't 
want to have to stop now. Tom raised one eyebrow at his 
wife questioningly. "Well?" he said. She smiled 
brightly and nodded. Tom nodded back. He could give her 
this if she wanted him to. He opened the door and 
invited the second man in.

This man, although ethnically Japanese, was almost as 
tall, but much heavier, than the black man. He looked 
like a Mexican outlaw, with his slightly swarthy skin 
and stiff black mustache. He nodded to them as he came 
in and went to the corner of the room to take his 
clothes off. As Dolly watched him undress, she recalled 
being unsure of him during the interview; he was 
physically so big. He pulled his knit shirt over his 
head, exposing a massive chest and belly. 

"He must weight 250 pounds," Dolly thought as he 
dropped his slacks and exposed thick, solid legs. A 
bulge in his briefs betrayed a partially erect sex 
muscle. Dolly motioned him over, and he moved to stand 
in front of her where she kneeled on the bed. She 
reached out, grabbed the waistband of his briefs, 
pulled them over the bulge, and lowered them to the 
floor. 

His cock was even whiter than her husband's, and a real 
contrast to the black one she had just had. She lifted 
it up. It was smaller than the last man's, at least so 
far. She leaned down and kissed it, holding the tip 
between her lips as she ran her hands down the man's 
hips to his thighs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him 
to her, pulling his cock into her mouth and caressing 
it with her lips and tongue. The man groaned and 
started breathing hard. She frigged him with her lips, 
taking him deeper into her throat as she got used to 
him.

Tom watched as his wife swallowed three, then four, 
then five inches of hard meat. He had seen her suck his 
cock, of course, but from the top it didn't look like 
much. From this vantage point her talents were much 
more impressive. "How can she take so much?" Tom shook 
his head in wonder. 

Dolly pulled back, holding the pale cock in her hand 
like an ice cream cone, gave it another couple of long 
licks around the rosy head, then sat there, looking the 
man over, calculating. She nodded her head decisively, 
rolled over and presented her round rump to him. Her 
twice-fucked slit glistened wet and ready, the damp 
pubic hair around it shading from light brown at the 
edges to dark brown near her hole, an inviting bulls-
eye. 

With a glance at Tom, who nodded, the big man crawled 
up behind Dolly, ran his hands over her tight buttocks 
and fitted his cock tip into her waiting labia. He 
pulled on her hips and slowly probed her center. Dolly 
turned her head and watched as he worked it all the way 
in. 

As Tom recorded the time, the man pulled out a little, 
aligned himself, then whapped his haunches hard against 
Dolly's bottom, pounding his cock viciously back into 
her, shaking her with his lunges. She screamed with 
surprise. Tom stood up, but stopped when Dolly raised 
one hand while gasping with obvious pleasure. 

He sat down and eyed them while the man's hard member 
continued to piston in and out of his wife. He could 
see this cock clearly. It gleamed with Dolly's juices 
and the semen that he and the other man had injected 
into her. Tom smelled the classic smell of sex. He 
tried to imagine what Dolly must be feeling. Her 
buttocks were spread wide, seemingly receptive. The 
oriental man's hanging scrotum with its two large 
dangling balls swung up hard against her clit on the 
in-stroke. The globes of her ass vibrated as his loins 
hit them. Dolly grunted in time with each ramming blow.

As this, her third man this evening, banged away, Dolly 
moved her slim hips around, whimpering and crying out 
when a particularly hard thrust found her. The man 
fucked her well and tirelessly, Tom admitted, moving up 
and down, back and forth, his hands rubbing Dolly's 
back and asshole and reaching down to hold her breasts 
as he drove his hard organ in and out. 

Dolly was working hard herself, weathering the stronger 
blows, engulfing the hot meat that fortunately for her 
wasn't as big around as the black man's, but which felt 
longer. Of course, Tom seemed to go deeper when he 
fucked her doggy style, and that was sure how it felt 
with this man. She spread her legs wider, opening 
herself to it. 

Now that she was used to it, the hard oriental cock 
slid into her well-fucked cunt easily, but the size of 
the man's body resulted in some substantial blows to 
her bottom. She rocked back and forth as his upper 
thighs attacked her round buns. Finally she braced 
herself against the headboard with her hands, absorbing 
some of the shock with her arms. 

Tom saw her arch her back. He caught himself panting in 
time with the man's strikes and his wife's moans. Tom 
clinched his teeth and whimpered as Dolly clinched her 
teeth and sucked in little gasps, then Tom moaned out 
loud as Dolly pulled back her lips and opened her mouth 
to scream as another stroke hit, and her third orgasm 
of the evening filled her. Tom collapsed back in the 
chair, then pulled himself up and noted the time. He 
looked over at Dolly, who was gasping and crying, 
trying to support herself as the man continued to pound 
his meat into her. 

As he watched his wife indulge in her new sex partner, 
Tom found himself wondering: "What would it be like to 
be able to have intercourse time after time, climaxing 
again and again until you were fully satiated?" as 
Dolly seemingly could. As a man, he would never know 
what really continuous sex could be like, unless he 
tried anal sex as the recipient. 

He wondered how many times he could achieve an erection 
if he had a group of pretty girls to inspire him. At 
best, he probably couldn't climax more than four or 
five times in a session, while Dolly seemed to have no 
such physical limitations. He had heard about men who 
could climax without ejaculation, and promised himself 
that he would look into that possibility in the future. 

Drawing out of his reverie, Tom looked up as the man 
grasped Dolly's hips, pulling them hard against his 
groin as he groaned and came. At first the man held 
Dolly's ass tightly against him so he could deliver his 
sperm as deeply as possible, but, as Tom watched, he 
could see that the white foamy emission was starting to 
bubble back out of Dolly's cunt, frothing out around 
the man's hard, inserted cylinder, and soaking their 
entangled public hairs. 

The man looked down and saw what was happening, then 
pulled back until his cock head was just barely 
inserted. His strong pumping continued to fill Dolly's 
distended vagina. When he had topped her up, he 
carefully let his still-stiff cock slip slightly back 
until her lips closed up around it, climbed off the 
bed, dressed, and Tom let him out.

Dolly had collapsed with her shoulders slumped on the 
bed, her ass still riding high. Tom and the two men had 
left her vaginal chamber swampily full of hot semen, a 
strange and lascivious feeling that she had never even 
imagined before. The heat if it infused her lower 
belly. She rolled her hips, and the mass moved around 
slowly, as though it was alive in there. She flexed the 
muscles of her lower body, sloshing the hot syrupy 
sweetness around inside her. As she luxuriated in it, 
it began to stiffen up, hardening into a foamy plug. 

She pressed her hand sensuously to her belly, then 
reached up between her legs and, using her fingers, 
capped off her slit, sealing her opening. Still rolling 
her hips, she clinched and unclenched her stomach 
muscles, forcing the copious load hard against her 
confining fingers, building the pressure inside her 
vagina. She clenched her stomach hard again, and then 
quickly removed her fingertips from her opening. 

A spurt of glutinous white shot out of her, landing in 
a sticky pool on the towel. She closed herself up, and 
then pressed again strongly against the mass inside 
her, flipping her fingers in rhythm, sending pulse 
after pulse of it into the air. Breathing hard and 
grunting with the effort, she continued ejaculating 
until she was empty. 

She rolled onto her hip, avoiding the wet spot, then 
stood up and walked carefully to the bathroom. Tom 
looked down at the white pool; there must have been 
nearly a half a cup of semen there. Folding the soggy 
towel carefully, he took it off the bed and spread a 
dry one out. 

He could hear the sound of tinkling, followed by a wipe 
and flush, then water running and splashing. Dolly came 
back in looking somewhat spaced out, her eyes half-
closed, but smiling contentedly. She sauntered over and 
kissed Tom passionately on the mouth, grabbing his head 
and pulling him hungrily toward her. Even after her 
ablutions, he could smell the sex in the air. She 
rubbed the crotch of his jeans with her hand; her 
wedding ring gleamed. 

She turned and walked sensuously back to the bed, 
shoulders turning, hips swaying, her tight round ass 
bouncing below the pajama top. She smiled at him over 
her shoulder, clearly ready for more. Tom grinned in 
spite of himself. It might be an act, but it was a damn 
attractive one. 

She lay down languidly on the bed on her side with her 
slim legs slightly spread, leaning on her elbow. The 
baby-dolls tented her upper body, but her cute patch of 
damp and matted pubic hair, and her ready and waiting 
shining slit, beckoned for attention. She nodded. Tom 
went to the door and called to the third man.

This man was shorter and younger than Tom, but built 
stronger. He was very handsome, reminding Tom of James 
Dean. "Hi, guys," he said informally. He eagerly 
stripped off his shirt, undershirt and jeans; he wore 
no underpants, and jumped onto the bed, smiling with 
anticipation. Unlike the other two men, he was already 
fully erect, his hard cock sticking out stiffly from 
his fuzzy brown bush. 

Dolly looked at his compact muscular body with 
admiration. "Isn't he beautiful?" she asked Tom as she 
ran her hands over the boy's wide shoulders, down his 
hairy chest to his hard stomach, her fingers touching 
his tight abs, then eagerly down through his curly 
public hair. She squeezed his hard cock, hugging it. 
"And he's certainly ready!" The boy looked at her like 
a puppy, practically panting with anticipation. "Is 
this your first gang-bang?" she asked. He nodded.

"I'm glad I didn't have to wait any longer," he said, 
happily.

The boy leaned over, put his hand on Dolly's cheek and 
kissed her on the lips, then lowered his head and 
lifted her pajama and kissed her nipples. He continued 
a while, nipping and sucking her tits, as she held his 
head to her breasts. He lifted his face and kissed her, 
while she rubbed his strong shoulders and back, then 
she rolled him onto his back, his hard root rampant and 
challenging. Dolly smiled with anticipation. She felt 
complimented by the boy and eager to please him. She 
crawled over next to him, took his tool in her mouth, 
and sucked it rapidly. The boy arched his back. 

"Don't!" he pleaded. She raised her face and smiled 
down at him. She rose up on her knees, and he helped 
her climb on top. 

After she had stroked the underside of his eager member 
with her vulva, wetting and stiffening it even more, he 
held it steady while Dolly ranged herself up and 
lowered herself cautiously down. She felt the head 
enter her and stopped momentarily, letting the kid 
align it a bit before she lowered herself further. Tom 
watched it disappear into her. Again his cock stirred. 
He could almost feel Dolly's sweet muscles caress his 
hard rod.

When the young man's cock had disappeared completely, 
and all Tom could see were two hairy, swollen red balls 
below his wife's ass crack, Dolly sat still for a 
while, moving her clit against the man's pubic bone, 
feeling him fill her. Then she slowly lifted and 
lowered on him, rising higher and moving faster as she 
went. Her body sang out with pleasure, savoring every 
inch. She tipped her head back, stretching her long 
neck. Tom glanced up from watching the man's hard organ 
invade his wife's cunt and saw her smile. 

Dolly and Tom fucked like this often, and he recalled 
the delicious slippery feel of her vagina caressing his 
vertical tool. She started bouncing up and down on the 
kid's stiff pole, zealously working it. Tom watched it 
disappear and reappear again and again between the two 
globes of her tight ass as her legs rocked away. She 
lowered a hand down and put two fingers around the base 
of the kid's hard spike, holding them there when she 
came back down, manipulating her clit while at the same 
time exciting her partner. 

"Oh, yeah," the boy groaned. Tom envied him, and 
thought again about what constant sex would be like. 
Maybe that was what souls did in heaven?

Dolly came down solidly against the boy and moved her 
hands to her hips. Tom saw her ass rotate and knew she 
was starting to work on the boy's cock with the belly-
dancing moves she had learned in a class she a taken a 
few years before. He envied the lucky kid. Dolly really 
knew how to make an implanted love tool feel great. He 
recalled the rolling caresses she delivered to his 
erection during what she lovingly called her "final 
exam." 

Suddenly the boy cried out loudly and came, and, as Tom 
watched, Dolly came too. Tom could just make out the 
pulsations of her puffy cunt lips when she rose up, and 
the pulsations of the boy's cock as Dolly's fingers 
wrung them into her, as she often did with him.

Tom counted over twelve strong pulses from the boy's 
cock, but mainly he could tell that climaxes were 
occurring because the boy and Dolly were screaming and 
moaning uncontrollably as they came. Dolly squirmed and 
bounced and rode the young stallion until she was 
exhausted. She collapsed back down and sat still a long 
time, leaning on her hands and panting, waiting as the 
hardness in her subsided. Then she lifted her hips and 
let the boy's flaccid instrument fall out. Tom sighed. 
He had been holding his breath. Dolly swung her leg 
over the boy's hips and sat on the edge of the bed, 
panting, while the boy got up, dressed and left. 

Dolly sat unmoving, her eyes closed. Her love for Tom 
sang through her. He was actually helping her do this! 
Her sex nerves still sent thrills of pleasure all over 
her small body. She was so grateful to Tom for these 
feelings he was allowing her to experience, that it was 
like he was making love to her in the form of the other 
men. It was a special high all by itself. She looked up 
at her husband, smiled, and nodded toward the door.

Tom smiled himself. He had been scared that he would 
feel jealous or anger about his wife's infidelity. What 
he actually found was pleasure. He was truly enjoying 
watching Dolly share herself with other men. For one 
thing, he felt less stress about his own ability to 
perform, since she could always go to someone else. But 
even more, there was something really exciting, even 
tantalizing, about her offering herself so eagerly. Her 
enthusiasm was contagious. He had never felt so jazzed 
before. He went to the door and motioned for the fourth 
man. 

This man undressed slowly and deliberately, neatly 
folding his clothes instead of letting them fall on the 
floor as the others had done. Dolly watched him with 
interest. He was skinny and somewhat older than the 
others. There were wrinkles around his eyes and gray in 
his hair. He had a little potbelly and gray hairs 
peppered his chest. His smallish penis hung limply 
between thin legs. He nodded to Tom as he sat down 
beside Dolly. He turned to her and said, "You are a 
very pretty woman," and gently put a bony hand on her 
thigh. 

"Thanks, I'm glad you think so."

"And I want to thank you for what you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, well let's face it, I could never have been 
able to have sex with someone as nice as you under 
other circumstances."

"How about a prostitute?"

"That I could never do, I'm afraid. I could never do 
anything to support that lifestyle. Those poor women?"

"You'd be surprised," Dolly replied quickly. "But 
you're willing to have sex with me?"

"Yes," he replied, looking over at Tom. "Why not?"

"No reason." She leaned back and spread her legs to 
him, smiling, wondering what he would be like. He 
seemed so old and hung up. But he lifted her top and 
gazed excitedly at her firm breasts. He felt them 
gratefully and took one nipple in his mouth. Sally 
leaned back as he suckled and rocked him in her arms. 
He moved to the other nipple and kissed, sucked and 
suckled that one until it was hard. Dolly shivered and 
preened as he made love to her full, bouncy boobies. 

He grabbed one of the pillows from behind her, plumped 
it and guided it under her hips. She reclined back, her 
hips now higher than her head. Her pajama top fell down 
toward her shoulders, exposing her stimulated breasts. 
She seemed to be offering herself to this man. She 
looked up at him as he lowered his face to her cunt. He 
buried his nose in her folds, and ran his tongue around 
her tissues and flicked her clit. She got excited; he 
was really good. 

She wondered where he had learned so much. He sucked 
gently, and she found her body rising to the occasion. 
As he licked and loved her, she shouted out loudly and 
came in his mouth. He licked up her liquids and kept 
after her clit. She continued to come, pulsing as he 
ministered to her. "Wow!" she thought to herself 
through the haze as she rolled and squirmed on the bed, 
"I'm going to have to teach Tom how to do this." Tom 
noted the time; this was her fifth orgasm. 

When she finished, the man rubbed his face on her muff, 
then rose up, moved up to her and stroked his floppy 
penis up and down her wet slit. As it stiffened and 
caught her clitoris, Dolly smiled. When he was hard, he 
pushed into her easily, and then remained fully 
inserted while he moved his hips, reaching down and 
massaging her clit some more as he fucked her. 

She grinned and moved her hips against him, obviously 
pleased with his technique. Tom saw her yawn and 
thought that maybe she was getting tired, but she 
ground her hips even harder as the man began to move 
horizontally back and forth, fucking her deeply. He 
bounced against her harder and made her belly and 
breasts jiggle when he hit. 

Dolly spread her legs wider for him, obviously enjoying 
herself. His erection wasn't as big as the earlier 
men's were, but Dolly didn't mind. As he reamed her 
with his male meat, she welcomed him by raising her 
legs and hooking them over his shoulders. He rubbed her 
firm thighs and reached down to spread the globes of 
her ass so he could get deeper. Dolly was relieved that 
she all she had to do was just accept him, and relax. 

He was talking to her, telling her how great she made 
him feel, and she was gratified that she could make him 
happy while enjoying herself so much. It occurred to 
her that the whole idea of the harem that she had 
learned about in her belly dancing class should be 
reversed. What the world really needed was to allow 
women to have multiple husbands. She was sure she could 
keep three or four men satisfied full time, and the 
extra incomes would certainly result in a rich 
lifestyle. 

The man started moving faster, and Dolly felt his 
climax build inside her. The emotion welled in her 
chest and she felt great joy. He yelled out, spraying 
her strongly. The man continued to pound her eagerly, 
even as he was still cumming. He pulled out pretty 
quickly, picked up his clothing and went to the 
bathroom to wash. He came out fully clothed, went over 
and kissed Dolly on the cheek and shook Tom's hand as 
he left. 

Tom walked back over to where Dolly still lay arched 
over the pillow and dropped his pants. 

His hard cock stuck out stiff and horizontal. "Now, 
that's something I can get around," she said. Dolly 
rolled up, sat on the edge of the bed, kissed it and 
took it in her mouth, sucking and lapping it with her 
tongue. She leaned back, hooked her feet on the bed 
rail and spread her knees, and Tom stepped toward her, 
his cock slipping into her well-fucked cunt with no 
effort on either's part. Still standing beside the bed, 
he started fucking his wife, diving down into her 
depths while kissing her face and rubbing her body with 
his cheek. She held his head in her arms and curled a 
lock of hair around her finger. 

He lowered his head to her breasts, lifted her pajamas 
and suckled first one nipple, and then the other as his 
hips pounded into her. She kissed his hair and leaned 
back as a light and fluttery climax suffused her. Tom 
felt her grab his cock deep inside, very pleased that 
he made her cum. 

As far as Tom could tell, Dolly didn't feel any 
different inside than she normally did, even after 
having had sex six times. Her insides were warm and 
very slick, of course, but her vaginal tube was still 
slim and tight, firm and caressing around his cock. 

The other men had left her brimming, and their semen 
gushed out onto his balls, but the delicious squeezing 
ability of her internal organs was unimpaired. He moved 
more quickly, breathing hard and cumming very soon 
after, adding his donation of sperm to the mixture she 
had been collecting all evening. After he pulled out, 
Dolly sighed and sat up, and kissed and licked his 
penis until it was clean.

"Are you OK, honey?" he whispered as Dolly lay back on 
the bed, while he buckled his belt and zipped his fly. 
He walked over and wrote down the last times.

"I'm very OK. This is everything I hoped it would be, 
and more. How about you?" 

"I'm feeling pretty good. In fact..." He gestured 
toward his still hard cock. She laughed, God, she loved 
him, and then she helped him change the towel. 

While Dolly went to the bathroom, Tom went to the 
bedroom door. He looked out to find that the last man 
had let in the four additional that had been scheduled 
for the second hour. Tom called two of them in and 
asked them to undress. Dolly returned and saw the two 
naked men with Tom. Her eyes went wide, wondering. What 
was going on? Just what did Tom have in mind for her? 

Her husband led her over to where they were standing. 
They were both a little overweight, and there were 
rolls of fat above their cocks. Dolly grabbed their two 
cocks, one in each hand, and, looking to make sure Tom 
was watching, started stroking them. As they hardened, 
she fell to her knees licking and sucking on them 
alternately. She giggled, working on each in turn, 
having an excellent time, until they got big and hard. 
When they had stiffened, Tom motioned her to stop. 

He looked at her kneeling on the floor, one cock in 
each hand and a big smile on her face. Her body looked 
so small between the large male bodies. Each man 
probably weighed twice what she weighed. Their legs 
were as big around as her narrow waist. If she stood 
up, she would barely reach their chests. But Dolly 
didn't look the least bit worried. She held the two 
cocks proudly. They were stiff and long. Tom couldn't 
imagine how her small body could have room for them. 
Well, it had already performed some marvelous tasks, 
and most likely it would do so again.

He had her get on the bed on her hands and knees, her 
feet hooked over the edge of the mattress, then he 
spread her knees apart until her round smooth ass was 
stretched wide, her well-worked labia puffed, her 
vaginal opening ready and waiting. He had the more 
erect of the two step up behind her, insert his cock 
and begin banging away. Tom recorded the time, and then 
had the other man get on the bed, and present his cock 
to Dolly's face. She took it into her mouth and 
continued her earlier efforts, using her tongue to 
control the depth so she didn't choke. 

As Tom watched, Dolly moved amorously between the two 
men, her fine body resplendent, her bottom being 
pounded by one man's hairy cock and her mouth being 
thoroughly invaded by the other man's rosy erection. 
Her skin shimmered, drops of perspiration covering it. 
She rolled her ass around and moved her head, sucking 
on the two cocks with her two mouths, coaxing them to 
cum. Although the man behind her tried to hold back, 
and actually managed to avoid cumming a couple of times 
by sheer force of will, Dolly kept enticing him until 
he couldn't hold it any longer. 

He finally erupted, but, at Tom's command, kept moving 
in and out of Dolly as he did. Tom even counted for 
him, snapping his fingers in time, so that he could 
keep the same rhythm he had used while fucking as he 
ejaculated. Tom had the second man get off the bed and 
quickly led him to position behind his wife. When the 
first man had finished, even though he was still hard, 
Tom made him step away and the other man quickly took 
his place, starting to fuck 
Dolly immediately, with nary a break in the rhythm. 

Dolly started galloping now, moving back and responding 
ardently to the second cock she had prepared so well. 
She had been really turned-on when the first man 
climaxed without stopping his fuck. Having a second 
cock instantly replace the first was enormously erotic. 

The last few loads of semen were being pushed hard 
against her womb, and she imagined them being forced 
through her cervical opening by the hydraulic pressure 
of the second man's hard rammer. His thighs pounded her 
buns, his balls pounded her clit, and she bit her lip 
and came with a scream. Tom walked to the table and 
wrote, then returned to the bed. He and the first man 
watched as Dolly eventually received another injection 
of foreign sperm to augment what she had already 
absorbed. Tom checked his watch. She had been fucking 
continuously for over 25 minutes.

After they had dressed, Tom let the two men out and 
called in the next man. Dolly was panting, her face 
flushed and sweat running down her temples. She stayed 
on her hands and knees, looking up at them. As the man 
undressed, Tom went over to her and touched her hip. 

She collapsed on her side onto the bed, still breathing 
hard. Tom leaned down and kissed her, then looked up at 
the now-naked stranger. Tom took Dolly's upper knee and 
pulled it aside, then took her other knee and forced 
her legs very wide apart, exposing her glistening pink 
genitalia and stretching her open. He stepped back, and 
adjusted the pillows so she was comfortable and well-
supported. The new man nodded to Tom, and looked up at 
him rather than down at Dolly as he climbed on top of 
her limp body, his small penis nestling in her sopping 
wet vulva. He stirred it back and forth as it grew 
larger, and, when it was engorged, he lifted his hips 
and fed it into her. 

She shook her head side to side as it went in, trying 
to talk, but nothing came out. Then she lay quietly. 
Tom wrote down the time. The new man fucked her gently, 
rotating his hips and moving smoothly in and out. He 
murmured into her ear as he took her. She raised her 
arms to hug him, but barely had the strength. After a 
few minutes, he arched his back and came strongly. 
Dolly dug her fingers weakly into his ass as he filled 
her, but Tom got no indication of her climaxing.

As that man left, the next walked in. He looked first 
at Tom, then over at Dolly, who was lolling on the bed, 
barely able to move. He and Tom stood together, as 
Dolly curled up on her side and apparently fell asleep. 
The man raised an eyebrow, but Tom shrugged and 
gestured to the bed. 

The man took his clothing off, settled his bare body in 
behind Dolly's, pulled the sheet over them, and claimed 
her exhausted cunt by fingering his erection into her 
from the rear. She moved a little as he entered, and 
cuddled back against him. He started thrusting slowly 
into her, then moved his upper body away, sliding his 
hips back and forth on the towel. His fingers played 
down Dolly's back, and they touched and toyed with her 
asshole. 

Tom watched them move under the sheet and found he was 
getting stiff again. The man finally popped off inside 
Dolly, puffing and grimacing. Tom watched carefully, 
but saw no response from his wife. After he had 
finished and the man sat up, Tom dropped his own pants 
and rolled Dolly over, face down, on the bed. 

As the man dressed and watched, Tom proceeded to skewer 
his wife's cunt with his own stiff meat, lying heavily 
on her prone body, his cock tip scribing the front of 
her internal cavity. She groaned under him. As the 
stranger looked at them, Tom pressed down and pushed 
hard. His cock swam around in the hot liquid that 
filled her. He had to work a long time before he 
finally felt Dolly cum. He himself spurted into her 
feebly, no jism left. The man clapped his hands in 
applause and exited the room.

Tom pulled back. Dolly lay like a dead person on the 
bed. He spread the sheet over her, and she moved her 
head to a more comfortable position on the pillow.

Tom checked his watch. She had been going strong for 
almost two hours. The next group would be arriving 
shortly, if he didn't leave the message at the 
answering service that they were not to give out the 
address. He thought of calling, but decided to wait and 
see how Dolly felt after she had had a nap. This was 
her show, after all.

After writing on the pad, Tom went into the bathroom to 
pee, then walked out to the kitchenette and got a drink 
of water. His cock was sore, and he wondered how Dolly 
felt. She was obviously physically sapped. Her sexual 
energy had to be ebbing after so many climaxes, and 
there may have been some pain involved in the more 
vigorous fucking she had done, and maybe even due the 
muscular spasms of all the climaxes she had had. She 
had been fucked eleven times and had climaxed seven. 
Wasn't that enough? 

'What is it she's trying to prove?' he thought as he 
walked back into the bedroom. Dolly was still lying on 
her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Tom pushed her 
legs apart and examined her cunt. It was swollen and 
lax, and runnels of bubbly white semen seeped out 
between the folds. He put two fingers into her and 
spread them apart. 

They slipped in easily, and the tips opened the soft 
and limp inner tissues widely. Dolly didn't move. Tom 
felt around inside her some more, slipping three, then 
four fingers in, testing, and then walked back to the 
living room, thoughtfully licking his fingers. When the 
doorbell rang he opened it, letting the next four men 
in. He picked the two biggest of them to go with him to 
the bedroom. As they undressed he explained what he 
wanted them to do.

He had the larger one lay down on the bed on his back, 
rubbing his cock so that it would get hard. Tom and the 
other man adjusted Dolly's slack body on top of him 
until she was lying with her legs spread, her opening 
just above the man's now-hard cock. Then Tom had the 
second man lie down on top of her. 

He positioned their two cocks together; one on top of 
the other, then, with Tom holding the sides of their 
cocks to keep them aligned, the men shifted Dolly 
slowly down between them until their tips were at the 
entrance to her passage. Tom reached out with his 
fingers and spread her slit apart, and guided both 
cocks until they were just started in. Then he grabbed 
Dolly's spread thighs and pulled her down further, 
carefully, until a few inches of both cocks were up 
inside her. They were about the same length and 
diameter. 

Tom and the two men were working her down some more 
when, suddenly, Dolly made a noise and opened her eyes. 
Tom held her thighs tightly so she wouldn't jump away. 
She stared down in alarm at the man beneath her and 
turned her head, looking up at the man lying on top. 
She looked around anxiously, finally looking down and 
spotting Tom. 

He nodded his head encouragingly at her, and drew his 
hands down, pulling at her thighs. She resisted at 
first, but when he wouldn't let her loose, and kept 
coaxing her, she grit her teeth and, with a grunt, 
pushed her hands against the sheet and rocked her body 
down, moaning, impaling herself further on the two hard 
cocks. The man on top raised himself up to give her 
more room. 

The man below her started hungrily kissing her nipples, 
exposed now since her pajama top was all bunched up 
about her shoulders. She started to slowly oscillate 
back and forth, moving just an inch or two, careful to 
not let either man slip out. The man on top buried his 
face in her hair. 

As she continued to rock, her vagina expanded some more 
until she got almost all of them in. She rotated her 
hips, clinched her muscles and squeezed at their cocks. 
At the request of the man on top, Tom came over and 
gently fingered his balls. His scrotum rose up. The man 
on the bottom was breathing hard. Dolly, sandwiched 
between the two men, was breathing hard herself. 

She spread her legs wider and pushed down harder. The 
upper man's pubic hair tickled her asshole while her 
clitoris was pinched by the pubic bone of the man 
below. Her vagina was stretched to the limit. That was 
it. She held them all.

Tom again brushed the balls of the man on top. His 
scrotum was tight and round now, as was the one of the 
man below. Dolly rotated her hips one more time, a look 
of mute panic in her eyes, biting her lower lip. With a 
cry, the man on top began to cum, as, at the first 
pulse, did the man below. 

Dolly groaned as the double consignment of strange 
semen exploded into her stretched vaginal cavity. She 
strained between them, and then came herself, 
violently, throbingly, clutching the two cocks 
spasmodically, jerking and squirming between the hot 
bodies as though trapped and trying to escape, her 
hands gripping and ringing at the wrinkled sheet. Her 
eyes closed and tears ran down her face. Tom noted the 
time and continued to watch her as the men filled her. 
They couldn't move so they just stayed still.

When both men were done, Dolly levered herself out from 
between them, sobbing. She staggered into the bathroom, 
and Tom heard the toilet seat fall. He could also hear 
crying. Tom came into the bathroom and put his hands on 
his wife's shoulders. She sobbed even more strongly. 
"What's wrong, honey?"

She couldn't talk. Finally she forced some words out. 
"What... Why did you...? What do you think I am?"

"What do you mean? Those guys didn't hurt you did they? 
I thought you would enjoy it. It's not every woman who 
gets to handle two guys at once."

"I feel like such a slut! I... It's... it's like they 
pissed inside of me! Am I nothing but a bag of flesh 
for men to spurt bodily fluids into? What won't I do 
next?"

"But honey, you came! I know you did. You got pleasure 
from it, I saw you. That's the purpose of tonight. Take 
the pleasure when you can. Come on, now, you'll feel 
better after you've cleaned up." With a kiss to her 
forehead, Tom left to fix the bed.

She looked down between her legs, tears still running 
down her cheeks. Her cunt was sagged and gaping. She 
felt as though her insides had been pushed around. She 
sat and panted, her forearms on her knees. Her legs 
spread as she tried to cool her hot cunt. Sullenly, she 
took a cold washcloth and put it between her legs. 

The cool moisture soothed and tightened her distended 
tissues. She shivered at they thought of what she had 
just done. She sat on the toilet, letting the semen 
seep out of her, as she laved her legs and hips. 
Slowly, she began to feel better. She stood up and, 
walking carefully, as she really was quite sore, 
returned to the bedroom. She threw her wrinkled pajama 
top into the corner and donned the fresh one. 
Immediately she felt even better, but was still a 
little disgusted. Tom finished smoothing out another 
towel.

"Had enough?" 

Dolly looked up at him and swallowed, then shook her 
head. "No, I don't want to end with that." She looked 
toward the bed with distain. Tom couldn't understand 
what was bothering her, but he knew he had gone too 
far. He had made a serious mistake. He shouldn't have 
taken over. He was not in charge here.

He went to the door and gestured to the next man, 
thinking to himself that this was becoming routine. The 
man came in and started undressing. Dolly stood eyeing 
him, then sat down on the bed and spread her legs to 
his gaze. She bravely licked her finger and lowered it 
to her weary clit, massaging it while he undressed. As 
she touched it, she winced. 

"I can imagine," the man said. He walked over, bent 
down and buried his face between her spread legs. She 
looked up at Tom and laughed out loud as the man's 
tongue touched her tender tissues. Tom licked his own 
lips, making Dolly laugh again. She continued to giggle 
as the man performed an excellent session of eating 
pussy. 

Finally, she lifted his head, and the man wiped his 
mouth on her muff. His erection obvious, he climbed up 
her body. She tried to sidle away from him, still 
giggling, as though his swaying club were menacing her. 
He reached for her ankles, caught them and pulled her 
back toward him, spreading her legs wide, then dropped 
his hips down, pinning her with his cock. She whooped 
as he filled her. They laughed together face-to-face, 
as she lay spread eagled on the mattress. 

With a grin he moved his shoulders up. She raised up on 
her arms to get a better view and saw that he was so 
long that, even though she was fully filled, a couple 
of inches of his cock still remained uninserted. She 
grabbed his hips and pulled them up close to her, 
stretching her vagina but engulfing him completely. She 
hugged the sides of his body with her legs and rubbed 
his shoulders with her hands. 

He tipped her back horizontal and started to slide in 
and out. Tom looked over at his dancing ass and yawned. 
Dolly saw him, giggled and crossed her legs behind the 
man's back. She held him to her as he rocked back and 
forth, his cock delving into her, stretching her vagina 
like a rubber band. His pubic bone rubbed her clit and 
her emotion climbed. She lifted her knees, and, as the 
man held himself tight against her, they both came, 
Dolly laughing with real pleasure. Tom had to help the 
man off; he was so wiped out by his climax. He 
staggered as he dressed and wobbled out. 

"One left."

"Send him in. I've got my second wind." Tom opened the 
door and welcomed the last man. They shook hands. Dolly 
had laid herself back down on the towel, her legs 
spread, her knees up. She rubbed her inner thighs and 
ass sensuously, cooing up at him. This man undressed 
quickly and jumped between her knees. She grabbed his 
penis and milked it as he loomed above her until it was 
hard. 

Then she pulled it down toward her vagina, guiding its 
tip into her and threading the rest of the length in to 
follow. She lay back and put her hands behind her head. 
The man started banging away at her. She felt him slide 
high up, and she climaxed almost immediately, 
surprising herself by her response. Tom made a note, 
this was number ten. The man bucked against her a few 
more times and came himself. His groans as frenzied as 
his lovemaking had been.

When he left, Tom checked his watch. "Almost nine. Want 
to call it a night?" 

"I can do some more."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Aren't you sore?"

"Somewhat, but not enough to quit." Tom was glad that 
her unhappiness had disappeared. He brought her a glass 
of water. The doorbell rang. He went to the living room 
and let in the next group. One of the men mentioned 
that he'd been expecting the cancellation and 
complimented him on his wife's stamina.

He led the first one in. Dolly was sitting demurely 
with her legs tucked under her, her pretty face 
beaming. The man undressed quickly. She rose up on her 
knees and, when he joined her on the bed, she playfully 
pushed him onto his back. Taking his limp penis into 
her mouth, she sucked him erect. She held him still 
while she viewed her handiwork, then she threw a leg 
over his hips and mounted him. 

She cried out when his cock head forced itself through 
her tender tissues, but, as he pressed on up into her, 
she relaxed and started in working on him, moving 
carefully. She spent much time sitting, trying to grasp 
him deep inside. He gazed up at her, sometimes running 
his hands over her hips, sometimes feeling her perky 
breasts. She caressed him back. Tom felt a stab of 
jealously. He was glad she was enjoying herself, but 
she seemed to be enjoying this guy way too much. 

Dolly had again forgotten her husband was there. She 
agitated her sex up and down on the man's bulging bat, 
the prior sperm drying and cracking on her inner 
thighs. The man groaned with effort, but, each time she 
thought he was going to ejaculate, he grabbed her hips 
and stopped her from moving until he calmed down. 

Finally, when he couldn't hold it any longer, he burst 
forth inside her, and she came herself, an eleventh 
time. Afterwards, Dolly started to climb off, but the 
man immobilized her hips with his hands and held her to 
him. She looked down at him in some alarm. Tom got 
ready to intervene, but Dolly raised a hand at him. 
Something strange was happening! The man wasn't getting 
soft!

Dolly felt his cock move even higher in her. Instead of 
shrinking, it seemed to be growing! She waited, then 
gulped and followed his lead as he raised and lowered 
her on his enlarged staff. She rode him easily, 
greedily taking the pleasure he was offering a second 
time, until he came just as strongly as before. She 
didn't come, but she felt very good to feel him 
pounding within her. When he finished, she looked down 
at him questioningly and bit her lip, not knowing what 
to expect, but he didn't stay hard much longer. She 
climbed off of him and went to the bathroom again, to 
apply a cool compress to her cunt.

When she returned, Tom said, "I'll ask the rest to go, 
if you want." 

"No, it's all right. Send in at least one more." Tom 
shook his head, but walked to the door and called the 
next man in. Dolly stood as he entered. As he 
undressed, she inventoried herself. Her muscles were 
nicely exercised, and physically she could continue, 
but her cunt was sore and her insides felt numb. She 
knew she would have more trouble climaxing as the night 
wore on. 

She was still excited by the fact that she was naked 
with a strange man, though. The chance to look at, play 
and experiment with unfamiliar bodies and hard penises 
still excited her. She couldn't really explain why. She 
knew that she was doing something rather dangerous, on 
a lot of levels, and she also know that she would 
probably only do it this once. "Well, then," she 
thought, "I'll just have to get as much out of it as I 
can."

The man walked toward her. She looked down at his 
hardening cock, then down at her sore cunt while her 
forehead knit in worry. Finally, she stepped toward him 
and lifted his dick, rolling it with her fingers. When 
he was fully rigid, she climbed up onto a chair and 
beckoned him over. She put both hands behind his neck 
and had him lift her thighs up with his forearms. 

With the back of her knees lodged firmly in the crook 
of his elbows, she lowered her bottom. The man held her 
easily, but couldn't reach his cock to guide it in, so 
she asked Tom to put his cock head on her cleft and 
start it into her, which he did. She took a breath and 
said the word "Yes!" loudly and drove herself hard down 
onto him, burying him in her. 

Tom watched as they moved around the room, Dolly 
swinging herself carefully back and forth on the man's 
cock. She cried out with pain when she moved too fast 
or too roughly. Before long the man got tired and 
carried her over and pressed her back against the wall. 
He then proceeded to give Dolly a good solid fucking. 
She whined some as he penetrated her deeply pressing 
her back against the wall, but held on bravely until he 
was done. He pulled out; leaving her slumped on the 
floor, and got dressed as Tom called the third man in. 

Dolly didn't move. When the man was naked, he asked Tom 
what he should do. The two of them walked over to 
Dolly. They moved her until she was lying on her back 
on the rug. Tom raised her feet into the air. He spread 
her legs wide apart. The man dropped to his knees 
between them and lay down on her. He got into Dolly 
quickly, taking her as she lay, legs spread and cunt 
frothy. He bore down into her, smacking his pubis on 
hers. She grimaced in pain as he pinched the tender 
folds of her sex between them. He came strongly inside 
her, and somehow she herself came again. Number twelve. 

Dolly fell asleep. When she awoke, she rolled over to 
see Tom talking with the last man. Tom was explaining 
something to him, and he was nodding while taking his 
clothes off. He walked over to her and gently helped 
her until she rested on her hands and knees. The man 
slipped first one and then two fingers into her 
overflowing snatch, then slid them, one after the 
other, into her anus. She looked up at Tom, who 
shrugged. 

The last man's hard phallus touched her slickly 
prepared anal opening, and, pressing strongly, forced 
itself in. She closed her eyes and gasped as he 
distended her. He held still for a second then started 
thrusting in short little jerks. He worked her asshole 
like the other men had worked her cunt. After her 
asshole had dilated around him, he began to stroke more 
deeply. 

She looked up at Tom, and then her mouth dropped open! 
Tom had a raging hard-on! It was sticking out of his 
fly and he was stroking it lovingly. Dolly looked back 
at the man sodomizing her. She had him stop moving, and 
then the two of them dropped down onto the rug. She 
carefully rolled over until she was lying on top of 
him, face up. She had him put his legs between hers, 
then spread hers wide, opening herself as far as she 
could go. 

She waved Tom over. He dropped his pants and lay down 
on her. He pushed his cock into her cunt and carefully 
started pumping away. After about 5 minutes, Dolly 
stopped her husband, and rolled back onto her side, 
both cocks still tightly in her. She rolled over onto 
Tom. Sandwiched between the two of them, she 
alternately let the man on top stroke into her and then 
stay tight inside while she stroked her husband below. 
Her ardor grew. 

The two cocks provided entirely different sexual 
feelings. Tom's felt hot and hard in her vagina. His 
pubic bone rubbed against her clit when she moved on 
him. The cock in her ass stretched her butt hole wide, 
but she couldn't feel it inside. When it stroked her 
she just felt satisfied, entirely satisfied. The man 
was lasting a long time. So was Dolly. She felt like 
she could do this forever.

Finally the man couldn't hold it any more. He pushed 
all the way into her and came warmly. 

She felt his pulses, pressed her clit hard against her 
husband and came a final time.

The man pulled slowly out of her ass and walked into 
the bathroom. Tom hugged her to him. They remained 
lying on the floor. The man came out dressed and 
reached down to shake Tom's and Dolly's hands before 
walking out. Dolly looked at Tom.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, I called before the last guy came in. You looked 
pretty played out."

"Thanks. I peaked at about twelve, I think. Of course," 
she looked down at him mischievously, "if I'd done more 
like the last one, who knows how far I could have 
gone?" He shook his head. They lay there until Tom 
finally pulled out, still stiff. He dragged the towel 
off the bed, undressed, shut out the light while Dolly 
crawled in to bed. She cuddled up against his warm 
body. "How many in all?" she asked. Tom got out of the 
bed and retrieved the pad, turning on the reading 
light.

"It's a little mixed up, actually. Let's see, according 
to my count you had sex twenty one times with seventeen 
men, counting me. That is, if you count the guy who 
climaxed twice as having sex two times and my fucking 
you but not coming as one."

"Oh, I've got to give you both full credit. Now, where 
the hell did you get the idea of having me take on two 
guys at the same time?"

"From you. You said you wanted to experience things you 
never had done before. I hope they didn't hurt you."

"It felt like having a baby in reverse. But I have to 
admit that having those two cocks in me really brought 
me back to life when they both started pumping! 
Unfortunately, when I woke up like that between them, 
it was like I didn't know them; that I was just a thing 
for them to use. Well, no harm done, I guess. OK, so 
getting fucked twenty times is certainly reasonable for 
my heroine. How many climaxes?"

"Thirteen, I think. Lucky thirteen."

"Wow. No wonder I'm exhausted. Not bad for a thirty-
three-year-old wife and mother of two though. No wonder 
my insides feel dead. How do you feel about it now?"

"It was erotic, I admit. I certainly got excited 
watching you get fucked and seeing you enjoy it so 
much. Why, do you want to do it again?"

"God, no. It was OK this once, but it wouldn't be as 
interesting a second time. You're all the man I need."

"I'm glad, because I love having you for myself." Dolly 
snuggled into the crook of Tom's arm. 

As he looked down at her she yawned, shut her eyes and 
fell sound asleep.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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