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My Wife at the Graduation Party (v10.21)

Preface: I have read and enjoyed many first time hotwife stories. They all had a couple attend an event and she was slowly seduced while her husband watched. This is my attempt at this type of story. I hope you like it.

Special thanks to ChrisDavis13132 for beta reading this story.

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I never felt prouder of my wife, Brooke. She not only earned her B.A. in education, but she also passed the state exam and was a certified teacher. After the commencement ceremony last night, I took pictures of Brooke, her friend Ella, a hot Redheaded friend of Ella’s, and some frat guys they knew. Since no one bothered to introduce me to the guys, I nicknamed them beard, Dude, and Bro. Beard was the big muscular guy with you guessed it, a beard.

Dude and bro looked like brothers. Dude was dark-haired, bro was blonde. I gave them those names because Dude always started or ended everything he said with Dude. Bro did the same thing, but with bro. I gave them those names because I saw them checking out a girl and heard their conversation. “Dude, she’s hot.”

“Yeah, she is bro.”

“I’m gonna try and get her number dude.”

“Bro, she’s Tom’s girl.” I couldn't believe anyone talked like Spicolli anymore.

While I snapped pictures with six cell phones, Ella said, "Hey Brooke, I'm having a grad bash 2morrow. Y don't U & UR husband, Randy, join us? It's our last chance 2 B 2gether. Gary, Brad, Doug & Cindy will B there."

So let me tell you about Ella. She had become my wife’s best friend despite the fact she wasn't even twenty-three. Her most outstanding feature was the thirty-eight C cups she got for her eighteenth birthday. They were a gift from her father. I was more than a little creeped out by that. The other reason I avoided her was how she talked. She sounded like an IM. I never met anyone that spoke like a tweet before, and it grated on my nerves. Ella loved Brooke and had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on me. I know because she told Brooke she thought I was hot and offered to be our unicorn if we ever wanted a threesome. Brooke and I discussed her offer. We declined. It wasn’t that we didn’t want a threesome, but not with someone that young and immature.

Ella always invited us to every party she had. We went to the first one, her nineteenth birthday, during freshman year. It was awkward, and not just because the place she called home was worth more than most people earn in a lifetime. The age gap made me... uncomfortable. Even Brooke, who was younger than me, felt out of place with kids barely out of high school. They were still in the drink till you puke stage. Even though none of them could imbibe, legally. We had left that stage of life behind.

Ella loved to tell Brooke about the shenanigans at her parties. Strip games, drunken dares, screwing as people watched. Ella was a hedonist and lived a wild and wanton lifestyle with little to no supervision from her globetrotting parents. We aren’t prudes by any stretch of the imagination, but the age difference made me feel like a lech. While Ella and Brooke remained close and spent time together, we didn’t socialize with Ella's other friends or go to her parties.

I opened my mouth to decline, when Brooke said, “Of course we'll be there. I wouldn't miss it.” Then they all hugged and kissed as I returned phones to their owners. Not one of them said thank you, to me, as they took their phone. Each one hugged and kissed Brooke once more before they walked away. Not one of them said goodbye to me. ‘That was a little rude,’ I thought. ‘They could have at least said goodbye or thanks, or something.’ I shrugged it off, took Brooke’s hand, and headed off to meet our families for a celebratory dinner.

As I started our car I asked Brooke, "Why'd you agree to go to her party. I thought we agreed to avoid those drunken orgies?”

“They’re not orgies. It’s just young people having fun like we did not that long ago. Besides, except for Ella, Cindy, and Gary, everyone else will be flying home in a few days. We'll never be together again. I'd like one day of fun with them first. We spent years of our lives working, studying, and stressing. We deserve to have fun together for a change.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I admit, but I still had reservations. “I would prefer not to spend my day off at a party watching frat boys getting drunk and acting like fools, as they try to get into a fake-titted bimbo’s pants.”

“What're you 80,” she teased. “They're not that much younger than you. It wasn't that long ago we were the ones getting drunk and acting like fools. Hell, if you hadn't been a drunken fool the night we met, I wouldn't be Mrs. Robinson today.”

“Okay… okay, I concede. You win, we'll go.” I laughed as I turned into the restaurant’s parking lot.

“Good! I bought a new swimsuit for her party, and I can’t wait until you see it. You’ll love it.” She got out of the car before I could respond.

My brow furrowed in thought as I hurried to catch up to her. ‘We just got invited to this party. How did she already have a new bikini?’ I was about to ask when we rounded a corner and found our families waiting for us. I decided to let it go. We had a great dinner, except for our parents telling her how little money teachers make, how little respect they get, and how hard they work. We plastered our ‘whatever’ smiles on our faces and made non-committal sounds. After dinner, we said good night and drove home.

I woke up to the sound of a woodpecker slamming his head into a tree. “I gotta find a way to discourage Woody from waking us up at the crack of dawn,” I complained to Brooke when I saw her eyes were open.

“How about at the crack of Brooke?” She threw the covers off her body and eased her panties down her sexy toned legs. She spread her firm thighs apart and offered her womanhood to me.”

I rolled over and got between her legs. My mouth found her left thigh and I kissed and nipped the tender flesh. Her arousal grew as my mouth moved toward her creamy center. “Baby, just so you know, I downplayed how wild these parties get. They do turn into orgies.” Brooke ran her fingers through my hair. My dick twitched and went from semi to full schwing when I imagined seeing some of the barely legal coeds wet, naked, and fucking. “I want to be a little wild today. How would you feel if I flashed my tits?” I growled and nipped her clit, something I know she loves. “OH FUCK! You like the thought of me showing my boobies to frat boys, don’t you?” I bit her nubbin hard, and she screamed in pleasure.

She moaned when my tongue flicked her clit while I inhaled the pungent earthy aroma of her sex. I was about to drive my tongue into the folds of her sweet spot when her phone rang. She was incapable of ignoring her phone when it made a sound, it was Pavlovian, she had to answer, no matter what. I ignored the distraction and tried to focus on my favorite pastime.

“Hey girl what's up?” She purred as she pushed my head away from her thighs, swung her legs off the bed, and stood up. It was another of her quirks. She had to pace while she talked on the phone. I reluctantly sat up and watched as she spoke with the person I hated most in the world. I had no idea who it was, or what they wanted, but whoever it was, had cock-blocked me. I sat there annoyed and listened to her side of the conversation.

“OH, shit! That sucks!"

"Of course, he can do that."

"We'll stop at the store, it’s on our way."

"Be there ASAP."

“Love you too. See you soon babe.”

She put her phone down and looked at me, “The caterer was in an accident, the food for the party is strewn all over the interstate. Ella remembered you’re a chef and asked if you'd be willing to cook lunch. She already gave her kitchen staff the day off. There's no one else. She called Publix and ordered the food. She said add anything else you’ll need. I told her we’d pick it up since it’s on our way and you have that big ass truck. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll make it up to you tonight."

I hid my disappointment. Between finals, the state test, and some shit at my job, we hadn’t had time to be a married couple in almost two months. “No worries, babe,” I lied. “I guess we gotta go soon huh?”

“She looked at the clock on her nightstand. The order won't be ready for another forty-five minutes. We have time to shower and pack our swim gear before we head out.” I got out of bed and looked down at my still-hard cock. Brooke leaned forward and kissed it, which made me moan in delight. “If you do a good job today, I'll give you a special treat tonight.” She swiped her tongue over the slit in the crown. My knees buckled and I grabbed the bed to stop myself from falling.

I went into our bathroom and jumped into a cold shower to ease my swelling while Brooke packed everything she thought she might need. After my shower, I pulled on my swimwear. I threw some things in a daypack and went to the kitchen and grabbed my favorite apron, my knives, and a few of my special homemade seasonings and sauces.

By the time I had all my cooking gear ready, Brooke finished her makeup. She wore a thin sundress that buttoned up the front. Only four buttons held the dress closed. She left the rest undone. The effect was erotic, to say the least. When she walked her left leg came out of the slit and you could almost see the entire leg. If you were lucky enough to be in the right spot, you would see her hip. Her long tan legs would catch many eyes as we shopped, and the top was so loose that if she bent over her valley would not be hidden at all.

Anyone facing her as she walked would be able to see her bikini bottoms. I ogled her for several seconds and felt proud she was my woman. I loved when people leered at her. It gave me a thrill. There was a small green-eyed monster that fought for control. It whispered that she was mine, and no one should see that much of her body.

“Is that appropriate,” I asked as I wiped some drool off my chin.

Brooke glanced at my crotch. “You like it. Besides, it's a pool party.” She said that last bit like I was a moron. “I put this on over my bikini because I didn't think it was appropriate to go shopping in a swimsuit. This’ll be easy to strip off when we get there.”

My cock throbbed at the word strip, as my imagination pictured her naked in front of her classmates. For some reason, that image was a huge turn-on. She stood up and lightly kissed me, then took my hand and led me to our car.

There was a chill in the air, so when I started the car, I turned on the heat. The radio announced that it was "64°, mostly sunny, with a high of 81°, with a forty percent chance of thunderstorms later in the afternoon. I knew that meant the pool water would be chilly. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk hypothermia and doubted I would get in the water.

We were treated to a gorgeous sunrise and no traffic. When we got to Publix, they were still unlocking the doors. The senior citizens that waited with us kept giving Brooke the side-eye. As we entered, two guys had a hard time getting a cart from the corral. I swear they had to give themselves whiplash as Brooke walked past them.

We got the food, and I added a few things I needed. We loaded it all in my car and drove to Ella’s mansion. When I say mansion, I mean a twenty-bedroom, thirty-five bathroom, fifteen-thousand square foot three-story home. It sat on fifteen acres with a four horse stable, two tennis courts, an Olympic-size pool, and of course, the outdoor kitchen. That kitchen had better quality appliances than the three-star Michelin restaurants I trained in. Some of the equipment had never been used.

Their pool house was bigger than any four houses I had ever been in, combined. I drove up the long winding driveway until a domestic stopped me. “I’m Randy. I have the food for Ella’s party.”

“Park next to the carriage house. I will have the food brought to you.”

“Thank you.” I parked, and we got out of my truck. I slung my daypack over my shoulder, grabbed our beach chairs and two of Brookes bags. She took her other two, and we walked the quarter mile to the outdoor kitchen. When we arrived, I put everything down on the picnic table and looked around to re-familiarize myself with the layout.

As Brooke and I set up the prep area, Ella ran over. Her oversized fake tits barely moved even though her bikini top looked more like a spider web than clothing. The only part of her breasts I couldn’t see was the nipples. Her pale pink areolas stood out against her pale white skin.

I shook my head as she hugged Brooke and gushed, “OMG. U r a lifesaver.” I groaned at her butchering of the American language. “I need ur help with the booz.” She grabbed Brooke’s hand and led her away.

"Well hello, Ella. So nice to see you. No, I don't mind working for free, so you don't look bad in front of your groupies. It's not like it's my job or anything, or that this is my first day off in three weeks," I muttered to myself as they flounced away hand in hand.

First, I got the smoker going for the chicken thighs and then started to make the dry rub for them. Once that was done, I poured the marinade for the steaks into a large baking dish. As I finished the little I could do, the house staff brought me the food. I got the steaks marinating, put the dry rub on the chicken thighs. I chopped vegetables for the salad and carved a watermelon into a shark, the school mascot. Once it was carved, I used a melon baller to scoop out the interior flesh for the fruit salad. I kept working as other guests arrived and were greeted by Ella and Brooke. They were typical trust fund assholes, who ignored 'the help' until they needed something.

Six or eight guys arrived all at once with the redhead from last night. I thought I recognized a few of the guys too. Distance made it hard to be sure. The new arrivals surrounded Brooke and they tugged on her sundress. I couldn't hear the conversation, but it wasn’t hard to guess. They wanted her to strip to her bathing suit.

I was about to walk over and shoo the ruffians away when she laughed and unbuttoned it. She held it closed and then flashed like a guy in an overcoat. They all cheered, which made everyone else look over. The few who caught sight of my wife’s body joined in the cheer. She wormed her way out of the group of guys who watched her walk toward me.

The guys high-fived and talked about her body and how she flashed them. ‘That must be one hell of a suit,’ I told myself as I saw a few of the guys shoot me dirty looks. “Do those guys know you're married,” I asked when she was within earshot.

“I only know Gary, Brad, and Dave. I think they know. It’s not like I introduced myself as Brooke the married lady. I told people, but I can't swear who knows and who doesn't.” She kissed my cheek then whispered, “I wanted you to see my bikini first, but the Alpha Eta Pi boys wouldn't let me leave until I showed them, so I gave them a quick flash. But you get to take off my dress and see the whole thing. She stepped back and smiled.

I reached up and pulled open the dress. I drank in the front of the swimsuit. I’m a chef, not a fashionista, so I don't know the terminology to describe what she wore. It looked like one of those Japanese bondage harnesses. There was a small triangle that covered her mons and two smaller ones that covered her areola. I stared at her dumbfounded, until Brooke asked, “Do you like it?” I nodded as she shrugged the dress off and turned around so I could see the straps on her back were clear. It looked like she was naked when you saw her from the back. My cock swelled and I licked my lips as I stared at her firm ass. I wasn't even sure if anything was covering her perfect rosebud.

“Brooke, we need you for a game.” A male voice called. I stood there and stared at my almost naked wife. My dick throbbed at the thought of all the people who would see her like this. She kissed my lips. “Can I go have fun?" Her tone left 'daddy' unspoken. She sounded like a little girl asking for permission to play with her friends. I nodded, she kissed me again and flounced off. I watched her ass as she returned to the pool. I lost sight of her when the frat boys swarmed her. After a few minutes, everyone but Brooke jumped in the water. Brooke jumped in soon after and yelled out “Marco.”

Everyone responded, “Polo.” I shook my head at how immature they were. I hadn't played Marco Polo since middle school. I tried to follow the action, but I was busy with prep. I wanted to get everything ready so all I would need to do is cook. Once it was all set I planned to join the festivities.

When I looked up it seemed that Brooke had caught someone. But she was still 'it’, She caught a few more and each time there was a struggle. My phone alarm sounded, so I tore my eyes away from them and went to the smoker to add more wood. When I shut the door, I heard a cacophony of male voices ring out. I looked over and saw Ella on the pool deck, her swimsuit bottoms in her hand. She slowly turned as everyone in the pool cheered and whistled for the bottomless hostess. Once they all got an eyeful, she pulled her bottoms on, then placed the blindfold over her eyes, jumped in, and called “Marco.”

I wondered why Ella flaunted herself like that, so I paid more attention. I watched Ella as she tried to catch someone. She submerged when she got close to Red. Red scurried away. After this was repeated a few times, with different people, a guy yelled, “FUCK! She got me.” Ella popped up, tossed a black… something... onto the pool deck, and handed him the blindfold. I realized Beard was the one getting out of the pool. When he stood up, I saw he was naked. ‘The black thing must be his bathing suit.’ I smirked when I realized this was a strip version of Marco Polo.

Now, I never thought of myself as small. I was seven and a quarter long and almost an inch thick. I never felt insecure about my size, until I saw Beard naked. Even with shrinkage from the chilly water, he was fuckin’ huge. He had to be over six inches long, flaccid. This time the girls in the pool were catcalling as he struck several classic bodybuilder poses.

That’s when it clicked. Whoever was 'it' had to strip someone to make them 'it'. The new 'it' had to flaunt themselves before they tried to catch someone. That explained Ella’s show, and why Brooke was 'it' for so long.

I looked at the pool and saw Brooke’s long wavy honey brown locks. She was the closest to Beard and stared at his dick. I couldn't be sure, but I thought she licked her lips in desire.

He pulled on the blindfold and jumped toward Brooke. Brooke backed away from him as he hurtled toward the water. He made a huge splash that blocked my view. As soon as he surfaced, he yelled “Marco.” and lunged for Brook. I grabbed my beach chair and headed for the pool deck to get a front-row seat to the action.

I hoped to see a few naked coeds shake their moneymakers. Before I took a dozen steps, an impeccably dressed man approached me. “Sir, I am James, the Butler, and house manager. Miss Ella wanted me to let you know she would like to eat between one and two o’clock.” He gave a slight German bow complete with a heel click, did an about-face, and marched away.

I looked at my watch and cursed under my breath. To have it ready at one, I had to start cooking ten minutes ago. I glanced over and saw Red get out of the pool. I thought she was gorgeous last night in her cocktail dress. Today she wore a skimpy bikini that her large natural breasts fought to escape. Her firebush was on full display. She was… angelic. I sighed and turned from the sight, so I could get the meat on the grill.

As I watched the sizzling meats, I tried to keep track of the game, but with so much going on I missed most of it. While the food sizzled, Brooke walked toward me. Her unsteady gait told me she had consumed more than a few drinks and felt no pain. As she got closer, I noticed her bikini was askew. Her right nipple was exposed, and part of her labia hung out the side of her bottoms. She had a strange, dreamy smile on her face and looked both guilty and happy. Before I could tell her to fix her swimsuit, she gushed, “Honey, I need to tell you something.”

“I saw the game. I’m fine if you showed off a little bit.”

She touched my arm. “At first, we had to expose someone’s genitals. That person had to get out of the pool and flaunt themself. As the game went on, the rule changed.”

“Changed how?”

“Well, to catch a girl you had to get a finger or tongue inside her pussy. If you caught a guy you had to get his dick in your mouth.”

“Did anyone catch you after the rules changed?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the answer or what I wanted it to be. All I knew was that my dick pulsated at the thought of one or more of these guys fingering my wife, or her taking one of them in her mouth.

“No. Not really.”

“What does, 'not really’ mean?” I was annoyed at her evasiveness.

“Every time Gary was 'it' he would follow and grab at me. He felt my slit a few times but never penetrated me. Her voice held a note of pride that she had let a frat boy cop a feel but not finger bang her. “He tried to distract me and slipped his hand inside my top and played with my tit. I hope you're not mad. It was only a little harmless fun.” I looked at my wife and felt a rush of love for her. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. Her tits crushed against my chest. I kissed her hard and drove my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed, I reached down and squeezed her ass. When we came up for air I told her, “As long as you're having fun, I trust you. If things get too crazy, shout my name and I'll rescue you.”

“Thanks, babe, you're the best.” She kissed my cheek and headed back to the pool. She turned and walked backward while she shouted, “I'll send you a drink.” Then she turned and ran up to Beard and jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands cupped her exposed ass cheeks. He jumped into the pool still holding Brooke’s ass. They surfaced, still intertwined, and laughed.

While they laughed, someone yelled “chicken fights.” I chuckled and checked the chicken thighs. I added a bit more wood, then glanced at the chicken fights to find Brooke, but the activity made it difficult to find a specific person. As I scanned the crowd, something bothered me about what was going on in the pool. Unlike Gary, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Before I could puzzle it out, James came up to me and thrust a beer at my chest. “For future reference, I serve guests, not hired help. Don't expect more, unless that snooty bitch does more than flash her tits.” He stormed off without waiting for a response.

It took a second for me to realize that James meant my wife flashed him, and he thought I was part of the catering staff Ella hired, not a guest. “Fuck!” I wasn't a guest, I realized. Ella didn’t say hi or even speak to me when I arrived. She thanked Brooke, not me. No one except Brooke and James had spoken to me all day.

I wasn’t even 'hired help' because I wasn't being paid. That pissed me off. Only my pride and professionalism stopped me from serving 'blackened' New York Strip steaks. That, and my love for Brooke. I didn’t want to ruin the first day of pure fun she’d had in over a year.

Once the food was ready, I marched over to the pool so I could let Ella and her friends know. Before I got more than a couple of yards from the kitchen, James grabbed my arm. “You are to stay in the outdoor kitchen.”

I glared at him. “I was on my way to tell Ella and her OTHER guests that lunch is ready,” I snarled.

“I will let MISS Ella know. YOU stay in the outdoor kitchen,” He glared at me.

Our eyes locked. I seethed with rage but held back from going off on this self-important stuffed shirt for Brooke’s sake. I swallowed my pride and controlled my anger as I stormed back to the outdoor kitchen and made a plate for Brooke.

“Madame lunch is ready.” I heard him tell Ella. Everyone climbed out of the pool and grabbed towels to dry off. I searched for Brooke and watched her as she climbed the ladder. She was bottomless with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. Her legs trembled, as she wrapped a towel around her waist. Her stride faltered as she walked over to me.

“Hey, hun. It all looks so yummy.” She took the plate from my hands and kissed me. She had a faint taste of salt and sunscreen on her lips. She gave me her brightest smile, but there was fear in her eyes.

I smiled back; my anger faded as I looked at her beautiful face. “You may want to put on some sunscreen. Your face is turning red.”

Her shoulders slumped and her head dropped as she whispered, “It wasn't the sun...”

“What?”

“It wasn't the sun.” She couldn’t meet my eyes and her face reddened. “During the chicken fights, Ella lost her balance and was about to fall off Brad. Somehow, she saved herself but ended up backward. Then she knocked Cindy off Doug. Ella claimed it was her lucky position and she was right. No one could beat her.” I hated that my dick got hard as Brooke recounted the salacious details of what happened in the pool. I was both aroused by what she told me and scared that it would go too far, but I couldn’t even define to myself how far was too far.

“It came down to Gary and I against Ella and Brad. Since Ella’s position worked so well, I decided to try it. I mounted Gary backward and got ready to fight. As Ella and I struggled to knock the other one down, Gary's nose rubbed my clit. You know how sensitive my clit is, especially when I'm horny. Since we didn't finish, I'm horny as hell. At one point Ella almost knocked me off. Gary caught me but somehow the straps for my bottoms broke and they fell off. I didn’t realize I was bottomless, so I squeezed my thighs against his head to hold on, Then I felt his tongue inside me. I yelled at him to stop as I fought Ella but with my thighs covering his ears, he couldn’t hear me. As Ella and I tried to knock each other off Gary sucked on my clit and tongue fucked my pussy. I was so turned on I came hard. One of the best orgasms I ever had.”

My world had spun out of control. I couldn’t believe she just admitted this guy ate her cunt to orgasm in front of her classmates. “So, who won,” was the only thing I could think to ask.

“Ella realized what was going on, so she stopped her attacks and watched us. Ella squirmed and grinned at us as she grabbed Brad's ears. I think Brad was going down on her. Before she could finish, we were told lunch was ready. When I got off Gary, he apologized for not stopping. I told him I understood. Then I came straight over to tell you. Are you mad? It was my fault. If I hadn't asked him to carry me like that it wouldn’t have happened.”

I took a deep breath to control my emotions. Anger and lust battled for supremacy and lust won the fight. I saw how happy she looked and realized that she was making up for the teen years she never had.

Brooke worked full-time throughout high school. I was only the second guy she ever dated, and we got married on our five-month anniversary. We were both virgins on our wedding night. Now six years later, the wildest thing we had done, until today, was road head on the way back from our honeymoon.

I decided to let her have a hall pass today. Whatever happened would be fine, as long as she went home with me. I kissed her and whispered, “If you're having fun, I'm happy. Enjoy yourself.” She kissed me, as I handed her the plate, then squeezed my hand and walked away. Brooke found a spot at the large picnic table, and I served the other guests who joined Brooke. Once they all had their food, I built myself a plate as they ate and laughed. As I made my way over to join them, the plate was jerked from my hand.

“Hired help is not allowed to eat with guests. Your lunch is in the staff kitchen. I believe it's tuna salad on rye today.” James told me in a huff. I was fed up with being treated like a servant, and about to go off on this wannabe Mr. Belvedere when Ella dashed over to us.

“What's the problem, James?” Ella looked at me than him. I forced my fist to open and blew out my breath to try and calm down.

“This hireling,” the word dripped with venomous disdain, “Keeps violating the terms of his contract.”

“This award-winning chef is both a guest and a friend. He’s Brooke’s husband who volunteered to cook lunch today as a favor to me after the caterer canceled. I think you owe him an apology.”

The look on James's face was priceless as I snatched my plate back. “Now hireling, go get me a beer!” The satisfaction I felt was enhanced by the smug tone in my voice and the look of loathing he gave me. He spun on his heel and stormed off.

Ella grabbed my hand. “Thanks for saving my ass. “I hope you join in the fun. The staff will clean up.”

I looked at her in surprise. “You’re not talking like a Tweet. What happened?”

She laughed. “I started doing that as a joke. It pissed off my folks, so I kept doing it when they were being assholes. Now it just slips out sometimes.”

I laughed with her and headed over to the group. Ella made introductions. Beard aka Big Cock was Gary, which didn’t surprise me but I felt butterflies in my stomach and a tingle in my groin I didn’t understand.

Dude was Doug, Bro was Brad. I shook their hands, then Ella led me over to Red aka firebush. She barely acknowledged me and turned away when I offered her my hand. “Nice to meet you too,” I spat. Cindy gave me a look of disgust with a flash of anger. I stepped back in surprise. Ella introduced me to the others, whose names I forgot over the years. I do remember the girls all hugged me, even the topless ones. That was nice. By the time I had met everyone, James had returned with my beer. I turned it upside down and said, “Pour some out for the homies.” I let it empty into the manicured lawn. “James, I need another beer,'' I shouted at him.

I saw his body stiffen and he paused. “Very well, sir,” he said through clenched teeth. I laughed and went to join my wife and relax. When I found her, I was a bit irked that she was sitting on Gary’s lap. There were no seats anywhere nearby, or anywhere else for that matter. I moved closer to ask her to eat with me, then stopped in my tracks. I realized her towel had fallen off and she was still bottomless. Her ass ground against the billy-club he had for a cock. I watched as I balanced my food and took a beer from James. I slammed it and shouted for another without taking my eyes off my wife’s naked ass as it rubbed Gary’s groin. I couldn't tell if he was inside her or not. She didn’t bounce, only rubbed her ass on him. Everyone around them talked amongst themselves, laughed at some inside jokes and shared experiences I wasn’t privy to. Even though I had been welcomed into the group, I was still an outsider.

Brooke didn’t join in the jocularity of her classmates, she concentrated on the orgasm she was about to have. I could tell by the expression on her face. I had seen it many times before. When she was about to cum, she concentrated on her pleasure to help it along. Her focus was so strong, she didn’t even know I was only two yards away. I ate as I watched my wife fuck another man. Her breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and pool water. Her face flushed, and I watched as the redness spread to her neck and upper chest.

Gary sat there and did nothing except take an occasional sip of his beer. Several others noticed and their conversations died as they watched Brooke, my wife, ride her classmate. Gary had a goofy smile on his face, while he sat there without any indication, he noticed what Brooke was doing.

Suddenly, her arms shot out and she grabbed the sides of the table. Her head hung down. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body quivered in pleasure. From my vantage point, I could see rivulets of girl cum that flowed from her pussy and ran down his muscular thigh. I damn near came in my pants when I saw her fluids drip off Gary’s leg, as her friends watched. Several people glanced at me, and conversations grew subdued with pointed looks in my direction. I went to my beach chair and sat down, unsure of how I felt. It was hot as hell to watch, but she was my woman. She denied me and rode him. I felt more than a little annoyed. Gary’s arm circled her waist, his hand resting on her breast. He looked over at me and winked as his hand squeezed her tit. I nodded at him, not sure if I wanted to know whether or not his cock was in my wife's pussy, or how it would feel to break his nose.

I ate my food and drank several more beers as I tried to come to terms with what I saw. I knew I wanted her to have fun, but I thought fondling and a little tease would be all that she did. I never expected her to go all the way. Then I remembered, she stopped her birth control several months ago so we could have a child. Since we hadn’t been intimate in a while, I knew she wasn’t pregnant, but she was due to hit her fertile period soon. Brooke never looked for me. She stayed on Gary’s lap and joined in the conversation. I felt buzzed. Everyone else had finished and there was still some conversation and a bit of grab-ass going on. Almost all the girls had been stripped of their tops and a few guys swung in the breeze. I felt sleepy from the beer and went to lay down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. The sun felt good on my face, but it stopped me from sleeping, so I put on my sunglasses and within minutes I was asleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later. It was cooler, and the shadows had grown longer. I feigned sleep so I could observe. Everyone was in the pool, playing volleyball. I saw two piles of swimsuits. One on each side of the net. As I watched Cindy leapt to spike the ball and I saw she was naked.

“Another strip game,” I muttered. Brooke was able to block the spike and Ella went up to return it but knocked it out of bounds. “FML,” Ella shouted as Brooke's team cheered. I saw Brooke was topless and she hugged Gary who took a quick suck on her nipple. Ella climbed out of the pool, and everyone turned to watch her. She did a bump and grind while she slid her bottoms off. She added them to the pile on the other team's side of the net and jumped back in the water.

Brooke served, this time to a guy who bumped it, Cindy set it and Brad spiked it. No one on Brooke’s team was close enough to try to return it. Brad pointed to a blonde who flipped him the bird. She climbed out and did a bump and grind while she removed her top, her bottoms were long gone. Once she was naked, she jumped back in and Brooke served. Cindy launched herself and returned the ball to Brooke so hard, that Brooke dove out of the way. The ball landed inbounds by a hair. Everyone laughed and cheered as Brooke looked at me, her nervousness was palpable. I snored, shifted a little bit, and awkwardly rubbed my nose so she would believe I was still asleep.

Brooke climbed out of the pool. She looked like Venus rising from the waves. She was nude, not even a scrunchy in her hair. She sat on the edge and spread her legs. Her back was to me so I couldn’t see what she was doing but the way she moved left no doubt. She was openly masturbating for everyone to watch. They all gathered around to get a nice closeup of her moist slit. I grew hard at the salacious show my wife put on. I could hear faint moans and knew she was close. Before she could get there Cindy called, “Time!”

“Fucking mothershittng fuck,” she screeched as she forced herself to stop.

“New rule,” Ella yelled before Brooke could move. Everyone looked at her. “From now on, whoever wins the point gets to personally strip whoever failed to return the ball. If that person is naked, the winner gets to choose what they do. Any objections?” Everyone looked around, but no one said a word. Brooke was about to jump into the pool. I sat up, stretched, and yawned. Brooke spun around and hid her breasts with her left forearm, her right hand covered her mons. ‘Little late babe. I saw you jilling off for them, but you hide yourself from me.’ I was miffed by her actions. I looked at her and pretended to be confused. “Brooke, are… are you… na… NAKED?” I asked.

Everyone in the pool sucked in their breath and closed ranks. They gathered into groups and murmured as Brooke wrapped herself in a towel and pranced over to me. ‘Glad you’re having fun babe,’ I thought with ire. I watched her and considered how to handle this. I wasn’t mad she finger-banged herself for her friend’s titillation, I was mad she felt she needed to cover up. That made me feel like shit. ‘Does she not trust me? Or is she ashamed? Why didn’t she want me to know what she had done,’ I thought. I had no problem with what had happened. When she hid herself, I felt that was... improper. There was a part of me glad she could be so free. I'd never seen this side of her before but hoped I would again.

She sat on my lounge chair. “After lunch, we decided to play volleyball, but we kept arguing over the score. We decided that each time a team lost a point someone would lose a piece of clothing, the first team naked lost. After the first game, we decided that the person that fucked up would be the one to strip, and if no one fucked up, then the person who scored picked someone to strip. The second game lasted too long. My team was down by five. I was the only player wearing something. My team decided I wouldn't get near the ball. Ella changed the rules. Now if the person that failed to return the ball was already nude, they had to masturbate for one minute. No one on my team wanted to do that, so I was making every play until we lost. This is the tiebreaker. Next point wins. We can win, baby, especially if you're cheering for us.”

“So you’re willing to be naked and masturbate for casual friends and strangers? But you cover yourself when you sit with your husband? What are you ashamed of? Me? Or your actions?” My voice filled with disapproval. I spoke loud enough for everyone in the pool to hear. Every eye turned to us and watched to see what she would do.

“You’re not mad,” she mumbled.

“No. I agreed to let you have fun today, so have fun. The only rule is you come home, with me, when it ends.”

She looked at me puzzled, then realization dawned in her eyes. I watched as her body relaxed and she dropped the towel to the ground. She stood up and stretched to let everyone see her lithe form. After she stretched, she bent over and kissed me, a deep soulful kiss, full of passion and promise. My toes curled in pleasure. I knew at least part of the reason she did this was to show her ass and slit to everyone in the pool, but I didn’t care. It’s not like they hadn’t seen her fuck already.

When she broke the kiss, I whispered, “I watched you and Gary at lunch. I saw you cum all over his cock.” Her eyes grew large, and a gasp escaped her lips. Before she could say or do anything, I raised my voice and said, “Go kick their assess babe.” As she turned, I swatted her so hard on the ass I could see my handprint.

I noticed all the girls in the pool gave me a weird smile like they knew something I didn’t. The guys glanced around, not sure if I was ignorant or apathetic to the obvious climax that was cumming. Once Brooke was in the pool, I stood up and sat on the edge. I watched the game and got an eyeful of the other ladies. I hoped I'd see a few of them frig themselves.

Cindy served and Brooke returned it. The volley lasted a long time when Brooke went for the spike. Cindy jumped to try and block it. The ball rolled down the net and landed in the water. Cindy only had her top left. If she stripped her team lost. Otherwise, Cindy would choose something for my wife to do. The two teams argued over where the ball landed. From my position, I knew what happened. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text message as everyone argued.

Once I sent the message, I looked at the two teams. I cleared my throat and announced, “I know what happened.” Everyone turned to look at me. I smiled as I leered at the wet boobs on display.

“How can we trust you,” Ella asked. “You won't go against your wife.”

“Well, here's how I see it. Brooke ignored me all day to slut around.” I winked at Brooke so she would know I wasn’t mad. “The way I see it, if both teams agree to accept my ruling, I have to choose between a naked Cindy or Brooke jilling off. Both appeal to me. I have a thing for Cindy's firebush.” I leered at her tits as they bobbed on the surface of the water. When she realized my eyes had latched on to her succulent boobs, she covered them and turned away from me. I shrugged, not sure why she was such a shit.

“Or...” I paused and everyone stepped closer to me. “Cindy can, without fear of reprisal, get my wife to do anything she wants. Once Cindy is naked, her team loses. There's no way anyone can have her do something embarrassing since the game will be over. There’s no risk to her at all. I find both options… enticing.”

Both teams huddled and discussed my offer. Brooke spoke up. “We accept if they do.”

“No.” Cindy hissed. “He’ll make me strip so his wife will win, and he gets to see me naked.” Her teammates surrounded her and I couldn't make out what everyone said, but soon she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever!”

“Cindy, Brooke please join me,” I said as I stood. I went to the lounge chair I snoozed on. They walked toward me; their wet tits jiggled with every step. It was enough to make me consider a pool in my yard. “So, before I announce who won, Cindy, what will you make Brooke do if you win the point?”

“That's not fair,” Brooke hissed. “If it's something your perverted dick likes, you’ll say she won.”

“I think after your little Nooner with Gary, you shouldn't be telling me what's fair.” Brooke opened and closed her mouth several times but didn't say anything.

Cindy thought for a moment and said, “Make her masturbate to orgasm.”

“I hoped for something more imaginative, to make her nervous. Oh well. Brooke, check your phone.” Every eye followed my wet and naked wife as she walked over to her small bag and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and tapped the screen a few times. She jogged back to us; her tits bounced with every step. She showed the phone to Cindy which showed I texted Brooke seven minutes ago.

“Fuck! We lost! Cindy told her team. Brooke jumped into the pool, wrapped her arms around Gary, and kissed him like he was a soldier who had returned home from Afghanistan. Cindy sat on the edge of the pool and slid in.

“Wait,” I called out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “I believe Cindy owes us a piece of clothing.”

Everyone cat-called Cindy and someone chanted “take it off.” Soon others joined in. The chant grew in volume as we got louder until she stood up and swayed her hips while her hands ran over her tits. After a few minutes, she shimmied out of her bottoms and revealed that beautiful firebush. We all cheered and clapped for her as she struck a pose.

My eyes feasted on the beautiful naked woman only a few feet away, and I felt my dick swell, then everyone jumped when a bolt of lightning struck a tree in Ella’s yard. The girls screamed in terror and the guys froze in shock.

“Get out of the pool,” I screamed and scooped the frozen Cindy into my arms. I carried her to the pool house. I deposited her inside and ran back to help get everyone else to safety. To their credit, the guys on the pool deck pulled people out of the water. Most of the guests were out of the water and headed to the pool house.

I saw Gary get out of the pool last, as I held the door open until Gary went inside. Before I shut the door, I looked around one last time and made sure no one was still outside.

I surveyed the group and saw everyone was naked except Gary. Going outside was out of the question as the storm raged. Another lightning bolt rattled my teeth, while Ella gave everyone towels to dry off and cover themselves. I felt a chill in the air. Between the setting sun and clouds, the temperature had dropped fast.

I made my way toward Brooke to check on her, and she shivered as she took a towel from Ella. I realized how cold everyone was. Once they dried off all they had to keep warm were wet towels, not great for insulation. I moved through the shell-shocked crowd to the fireplace and made sure the flue was open. I took the wood stacked nearby and built a fire to help warm the room. Ella had shut off the AC and poured amaretto shots to help make people feel warm until I got the fire going.

The booze helped until the crackling fire warmed up the room. Soon the shock wore off and people began to laugh at the near fucktastrophe. I sat on a loveseat furthest from the fire, so those who were wet and cold could huddle around it. Everyone had a towel wrapped around them and sipped their drinks as they soaked up the warmth.

“So what should we do now,” Cindy asked.

“We could play truth or dare,” Ella suggested.

“Everyone except Gary is already naked, so not much of a point to it,” Brooke replied.

Guests tossed out other ideas, charades, twenty questions, but they were all met with a resounding meh. Since there was no consensus on how to pass the time, Brooke looked at Ella, “Truth or dare,” she challenged.

Ella shrugged her shoulders and replied “Truth.”

“Of everyone here, who haven't you fucked?”

Ella looked around the room at each person, then back at Brooke. “You, and Randy.”

My eyebrows achieved escape velocity with that answer. Brooke laughed, “you slut.”

Ella smiled and replied, “Takes one to know one.” She looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?”

“Fuck it! Dare me, bitch.”

“Give our guy friends here a lap dance. They can do whatever they want to you as long as their dick is covered.”

Cindy tossed her towel aside and moved over to Gary. Ella turned on some hard rock and Cindy moved like a pro, one song per guy. The guys fingered her and played with her tits. After she danced for all the guys on the floor she went to sit down, without giving me a dance. “Wait a minute, what about me?”

Cindy glared at me. “The dare specified guy friends. I met you a few hours ago and we haven’t talked since. We are not friends.”

Everyone laughed, and I hid how pissed I was. ‘These assholes spent the day staring at and groping my nude wife. The first chance I had to get a little action and the bitch bails on a shitty technicality.’ I took a deep breath and didn’t respond. I didn’t want to come off as a petulant child. As she sat down, I muttered under my breath, “I’ll get you my pretty, and your little firebush too.’

Cindy looked at Brooke “Truth or dare?”

Brooke looked over at me nervously. “Tru...truth” she stammered.

“At lunch,” Cindy smirked. Everyone knew what the question was. I wasn't sure I wanted to know, despite myself, I leaned forward, and my cock started to swell. “When you were sitting on Gary's lap, were you dry humping or fucking?”

Brooke looked at me and I gave her a slight nod. “Well, there was nothing dry about it, but there wasn't any penetration.” I was shocked when a feeling of disappointment washed over me. I couldn't believe I wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy in front of her friends.

The game continued and no one ever asked me anything. Soon the room had warmed up and everyone had discarded their towel. I still had my swimwear on. The storm outside had died down and most of Ella’s guests decided to leave. Cindy, Ella, and Brooke were the only females left. For guys there was me of course, Gary who sat next to Brooke, Brad, and Dave. It was Dave’s turn.

“Dude, truth or dare?” he said looking at Brad.

“Dare me, Bro.”

“Dude, get a stick from the fire and burn off some of that jungle growing around your vine.”

“Not cool, bro!” Brad stood up and took a long thin stick from the woodpile and held it in the fire until it burned. Once it had caught fire, he burned off some of the wild hair around his dick. As the flame spread, he smacked himself until the fire was out. Brad did that a few times until he had cleared out a good part of the underbrush. I was surprised he didn’t burn himself. He had thrown down more booze than anyone else. When he finished, he threw the stick in the fire and looked at Ella. “Truth or dare bro?”

“Dare.”

“Bro, I dare you to make this room smell better.” We all laughed.

Ella stood up, went onto the bathroom, and came out with a can of air freshener. She sprayed it around the room until the smell of burnt pubic hair was gone. Putting the can down, she looked around the room. Ella’s eyes landed on my wife, “Truth or dare?”

Brooke looks up at me and with great trepidation says, “Dare.”

“I dare you… to kiss your favorite… EXPOSED… cock in this room.” While she spoke her eyes never left me, the only person still dressed. My cock went from laying in a hammock with a drink, to a boot camp recruit seeing a general in a millisecond. I gasped in pain, and I think I lost consciousness for a moment as every molecule of blood in my body flooded into my cock.

Brooke looked at me and looked a little uncertain and determined. There was no way she was going to back down from a challenge. I shrugged my shoulders and she shifted so she was laying on the floor, her head in Gary’s lap. His head rolled back, and he moaned as she started to move her head like a pigeon walking down the street. Her legs pointed toward me and slightly separated. I could see she was more than a little wet, and I shifted my cock to a less painful position.

Brooke lifted her head and looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?” She sat up and I could see a bit of drool on her chin and Gary’s cock glistened in the firelight.

“Dare,” Cindy said. There was a challenge in her voice.

“I dare you to strip my husband,” Brooke said with a grin.

‘Finally,’ I thought. ‘I get to have a bit of salacious fun.’

Cindy stood up, walked over to me, and pulled off my shirt. When I say pulled, I mean she took it off me like someone removing an arrow after a medieval battle. Then she pulled me to my feet and yanked my shorts down. She left me there with my shorts around my ankles and sat down. It was the single most unerotic experience of my life. How a gorgeous naked woman could make stripping a man a turn off I had no idea, but it was. My cock shriveled a bit during this operation. After she sat, she took a pointed look at my cock and let me see the cruel smile on her face. I sat down and took the swimsuit off my feet.

Without a word, Cindy returned to her place and looked at Brooke, “Truth or Dare?”

Brooke looked at my cock and licked her lips, “DARE!”

Cindy had the evilest smile I had ever seen. “Sit on your husband's lap, but don’t let his wee-wee...”

At those words, my dick swelled a bit, as I hung my head in shame and humiliation. ‘Why the fuck was Cindy being such a bitch to me,’ I wondered.

“...touch you. Then take Gary’s cock in your left hand, Dave’s in your right, and Brads in your mouth. Try to make them cum. They have to switch positions every 30 seconds until one of them shoots his load.

Everyone grew quiet, this was beyond the pale. I sucked in a breath to tell Brooke to refuse when Cindy gave me a hard look, and something in her eyes made me keep quiet. Brooke stood up and perched her naked ass on my knees, away from my erect cock. Her skin burned against my bare flesh, and I moaned in pleasure. As she sat there, naked men surrounded Brooke and I. She grabbed two cocks and took the third in her mouth and did her best to entice cum from their balls.

I thought I was erect before, but now… holy shit! My cock grew larger than I had ever seen it as I listened and watched my wife pleasure three cocks right in front of me. I couldn’t believe how aroused this insane situation made me. Gary, Dave, and Brad had only changed positions three times, so they were all back to where they started. I heard Brad say, “Fuck I’m cumming!” Then he blasted his load on Brooke's neck and tits. The sight of his buddy giving my wife a pearl necklace must have been too much for Dave who was in her mouth because I saw him tense up. Brooke pulled her mouth off his dick and let him spray his seed on her face and chest. My dick got so fucking hard it vibrated.

“I need to get fucked now,” Brooke announced to the room.

Before I could suggest we go home and finish what Ella interrupted, Gary dropped to his knees and pushed her, and my, legs apart. He shoved his cock into her. Brooke screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Gary pushed into her, and a lewd squish announced how wet and aroused she was. Brooke rested her back on my chest and I looked down at her nude form. I could see cum had coated her mouth, chin neck, and right nipple. I let my eyes follow her body until I fixated on the union of Gary and Brooke. I watched his dick as it drove into her and made her abdomen bulge, and then as he pulled out. His large cock made her body lurch and tits quiver with each thrust.

Her moans and gasps drove me wild with desire as he fucked her. I noticed her leg muscles go taut and her hips rock to meet his thrusts. My head was about to explode, both heads, in fact. Beads of sweat formed on both their bodies as I did nothing to stop this guy from banging my wife. Brooke shuddered in orgasm, and I saw Gary’s face muscles tighten as he fought off his impending explosion. “I’m… going… to… cum…,” he gasped, as he drove deep into her one final time. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Their genitals mashed together, and he howled in pleasure as his balls unloaded his seed into my wife’s unprotected womb.

As I watched his cock spasm in Brooke’s slit, I realized she had stopped her birth control about six months ago, so we could try to have a child. I could smell my wife’s arousal and the pungent aroma of cum. Brooke sighed in contentment with a sweet, satisfied smile on her face. We all sat there in silence as Gary took several deep breaths. His cock grew soft and plopped out of her letting his overflow leak out and run down her legs. Gary sauntered over to Cindy and lay on the floor next to her and put his head in her lap. She started to stroke his head like he was a dog.

“That was the best fuck ever,” Brooke murmured just loud enough for everyone to hear. That was the last straw. I exploded and shot my load all over Brooke’s back as my hips thrust up into the air, lifting Brooke as it sought a womb to fertilize. As I shot my load Cindy started to laugh and clap.

She didn’t stop until I caught my breath and was able to speak. Before I could say anything, Cindy looked over at Ella and said, “I told you. You owe me one thousand dollars.”

“How the fuck can you tell?”

Cindy shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know but I’ve only been wrong once.”

I had caught my breath and looked at the two naked women. “What the hell is going on?”

Cindy gave me a huge smile. “As soon as I saw you, I knew you were a cuck. I told Ella and she didn’t believe me. I told her that I would have Gary fuck your wife in front of you and not only would you let them, but you’d cum without being touched.” She pointedly looked and the white slime on my chest. “Ella bet me one thousand dollars that I was wrong. Looks like I’m taking Gary on a weekend getaway thanks to Ella.”

“You and Gary are a couple?” Brooke asked. She still sat on my lap with her back on my torso. My eyes laser-locked on her slit as Gary’s cum oozed out of her.

“I’m a Domme and a cukcake for married men. Gary is my sub. We love to turn women like Brooke into hotwives and guys like you into cucky hubbys.”

I felt lightheaded and dizzy. She had played me all day. The disdain she showed me was planned and I must admit it did arouse more than my ire. I spoke with anger in my voice, an anger I didn’t feel. She gave me the single most powerful orgasm of my life; how could I be angry about that.

“So, you had everyone conspire to get my wife and Gary to fuck while you treated me like shit…,”

She interrupted me before I could go off on her like I thought I was supposed to. “Shut it cuck,” she hissed. “You loved every second of it. You want them to fuck again, don’t you? Or maybe these two,” she pointed at Dave and Brad, “Should tag team her? Do you like that idea, Brooke? Having two dicks in you while your friends and cucky hubby watch you cum over and over until they flood you with cum and get you pregnant.”

I looked down in shame and wonder as my dick jumped to attention again. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me,’ I asked myself as I felt Brooke quiver in delight and anticipation at Cindy’s words. Cindy smiled and looked at Dave and Brad and nodded. They stood up and walked over to Brooke who had sat up and looked at me. Her eyes filled with lust and desire, but there was a hint of nervousness on her face. The nervousness reassured me that she still loved me and valued my opinion. I grabbed her upper arms and spun her, so she faced me. I whispered, “Anything you want to do is fine with me, as long as you’re in our bed tonight.” Then I kissed her and felt her melt against me as our tongues dueled. Her hand caressed my cock and felt how hard it was. Her tongue licked the roof of my mouth and then she pulled away from me.

As soon as our kiss ended, Dave and Brad grabbed her, and… honestly to this day I have no idea how it happened. Dave stood between her legs and was in her pussy. His hands were on her hips, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body was parallel to the floor and Brad held her shoulders as he fucked her mouth. I blinked several times in rapid succession as I watched my wife get spit roasted by these two college hunks. I didn’t think I would ever see anything more humiliating and enticing in my lifetime.

“Come over here and Lick my cunt.” Cindy’s voice penetrated the fog of lust that filled my head. My head whipped around and watched as Gary sat up and Ella crawled over to Cindy. Cindy splayed her legs apart and I saw her sweet pink meaty slit for a few seconds until Ella dove onto that hot firebush. I wanted to stroke myself, I wanted to slip into Ella’s wet cunt. It pointed right at me as if she wanted me to fuck her. I went to stand up but couldn’t move. I didn’t understand why my body refused to obey my brain’s commands to move as I watched Cindy throw her head back and gasp in pleasure. I sat there and watched as Ella ate the best thing on the menu today. Cindy took a deep breath, and I watched her tits bounce.

Cindy noticed how I stared at her and smiled like a Nigerian tiger after it returned from the infamous ride. “Like what you see cucky? Bet you want someone to play with, don’t you? The only person available is Gary. He does look like he could use a blow job. What do you think? Do you wanna suck the dick that fucked your wife?” My eyes got as wide as an anime character, and I shook my head no. “Well, it either goes in your mouth or he makes your wife airtight. If you don’t suck, then no cummies for you. Your choice.”

My head swiveled and I saw Brad had sat on a side table, his dick in Brooke’s ass. I had asked her for anal hundreds of times and she said she would never do something so dirty. Dave was between her legs and fucked her pussy. I was now in physical pain from how hard my dick was. “Please,” I moaned as I got even harder.

“You know what you have to do.”

I looked over at Brooke, and she was oblivious to everything but her pleasure. I needed to cum, but the thought of Brooke having the third dick… there was no contest. “I’m straight,” I simpered and hung my head in shame. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gary jump up and walk over to Brooke. He stood on a settee and put his semi-hard dick against her lips. Her eyes never opened as she sucked in as much as she could. She leaned forward so he could touch the little dangly thing in the back of her throat. I felt a tear form in my eye from the pain of my erection. I blinked and wiped my eyes to get rid of the tears. Once my vision was clear, I looked around my personal torture chamber.

Ella and Cindy had switched to a sixty-nine. The air filled with the sounds of lewd slurping, and feminine moans and squeals of pleasure. Brooke made gurgling sounds around the huge dick lodged in her throat. Dave and Brad dripped sweat, and their bodies had tensed. I suspected they were about to cum. Dave growled which grew into a bellow of pleasure as his entire body spasmed when he filled her with his cum. My cock jumped at the sight of white cream flowing out of my wife’s pussy. Once he emptied his balls, he pulled out of her. When Dave had moved clear of my wife’s slit, Brad pulled himself out of her ass and moved between her legs. He slammed himself into her pussy and seconds later Brooke took her third load of cum in her fertile pussy.

Brad pulled out. Gary who had grown nice and hard from her oral ministration laid her down on the floor and mounted her missionary style. He latched on her right tit and slammed his cock into her and fucked her hard. ‘She’s had more cocks today than she’s had her entire life,’ I told myself as I watched Gary fuck her for the second time. Until today only one other man had been inside my wife. Today she fucked three, one of them twice. That was more sex in an hour than we had on a romantic weekend. I looked at Cindy and Ella who had finished their mutual munch fest and had shifted so they could grind their pussies against each other. Gary slammed into Brooke one last time and howled as he shot another load into her. Cindy joined Gary in the howl as pussy cream exploded out of her and sprayed Ella who took one look at my face and joined the others in the orgasmic bliss, they had denied me. They all lay on the floor in their afterglow as the firelight danced on their hot sweaty satisfied bodies.

On the way home, I held Brooke’s hand, but we didn’t speak, and the radio was off. The only sound in the car was the tires on the wet pavement. For some reason, the squish of rubber on wet pavement reminded me of Brooke fucking three guys. When I saw the blue sign with the white H, I debated stopping. After all, they say to seek medical attention if your erection lasts more than four hours. By my calculation, I had been at least semi-erect for over six at this point. A tight mirthless smile flashed across my face at the pathetic joke. In truth, I decided my bedroom was a better place to get the relief I craved.

While Brooke showered, I set up our bedroom for a night of romance. I put out and lit some candles, turned on some light sweet romantic music, and put some of our favorite toys in easy reach. I stripped off my swim clothes and put on the silk kimono Brooke gave me for our honeymoon. I was about to get some chocolate when Brooke walked out of the bathroom in her no way Jose pajamas. She looked around the room and gave me a weak smile. She walked over to me and grabbed both my hands and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “I know I promised you to finish, but I’m worn out and sore. In the morning, anything you want to do, okay. I love you.”

I sighed in frustration but nodded, “Even your ass?”

She winced in pain but nodded. “Yes, you can fuck my ass, as long as you use a lot of lube. It’s still tender from Brad.” I kissed her and we hugged. She rested her head on my chest and I buried my face in her hair. We stood like that until she yawned. I kissed the top of her head again and let her go. She got into bed as I blew out the candles and shut off the music. By the time I had pulled on my sleepwear and got into bed, Brooke was asleep.

I tossed and turned most of the night. When I did sleep, I dreamt of Brooke fucking my boss, the entire staff at the restaurant, the customers, and every male and most females we knew. It was the first time since I was thirteen that I creamed my pajamas in my sleep. I slept later than I was used to. When I woke up, I didn’t have the normal morning wood. It was a giant redwood. I reached for Brooke and found her side of the bed was empty. I glanced at the bathroom. The door was open, and the light was off. Two sure signs Brooke wasn’t using it. I strained my ears and heard movement in the kitchen. I figured she was making me breakfast, and I smiled at the thought of fucking my wife as she flipped pancakes in nothing but an apron. I climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, licking my lips in anticipation of finally relieving the pressure in my balls.

I almost had a heart attack when I walked into my kitchen. Cindy was sitting in Brooke’s usual seat wearing a tube top and eating a bagel. Gary was in my seat, naked. Brooke was just as naked, and she was riding his cock. She didn’t even say good morning to me when I walked in. I know she saw me when her eyes widened, but she didn’t even slow down. If anything, she rode him faster.

I stepped into the kitchen about to demand they leave. Before I could speak, Brooke gasped in time with her thrusts, “Honey... Cindy and Gary… invited us… to go… with them… to a cute… little… B&B… they know… up North… this weekend… Their treat…, well Ellas… I… accepted… for us… We haven’t… gone… on a… romantic… weekend… in so… long…”

“How did that lead to you fucking Gary… again?” I asked like it was normal to wake up and find your wife fucking another man in your kitchen as his girlfriend ate your breakfast.

“They offered… to pay… for us… I had… to… thank… them… You should… have… woken up… twenty… minutes… ago… I was… under the… table… eating… Cindy… she’s… delicious…” I almost wept at those words. Not because she would spend the weekend fucking Cindy and Gary while I went bird watching or learned macrame. It was because I missed her first girl-on-girl encounter. It was something she wanted to try and promised she would let me watch when we found the right person. Then again, she promised to forsake all others too, and well you know what happened there.

I looked over at Cindy who sat there and nibbled at the bagel. I let out a strangled cry when she wiped some white cream from her face and her moist, pink, plump tongue slipped past her lips and lightly swiped the cream cheese off her finger. As I watched she lifted her left hand from under the table. On her ring finger, there was a contraption I’d never seen before. Even though I was unfamiliar with it, I knew what it was, and who it was for. I didn’t even wait for her to tell me to move. I walked over to her and stood in front of her. Within seconds my cock was locked in the cage. She pointed at the floor, and I dropped to my knees.

“Your wife has exceptional oral skills. But I made her stop before she finished me. I need a release. I haven’t cum since Ella fucked me yesterday. Eat me, and if you do a decent job, I’ll give you a treat. She turned in her chair, so she faced me. She opened her legs and I saw her lower half was nude and there was a trail of cream on her thighs. Her arousal filled my nose from several feet away. I walked on my knees between her spread legs and began to kiss and lick her thighs. From this position, I could see Brooke's pussy swallow Gary’s monster cock and when she slid up, I could see it glisten with her cream.

I tried to ignore that delectable sight and concentrate and giving Cindy the orgasm she craved. I used every trick I knew, things I learned reading my mom’s Cosmos and dad’s Playboys in high school. I used every trick I knew. No matter what I tried she didn’t cum. I felt someone yank my hair and pull my head away from Cindy’s slit. I looked up and Cindy glared at me. “You suck at licking. I’m going to have to teach you how to pleasure a woman. If you fuck as bad as you eat cunt it’s no wonder, it was so easy to get Brooke to fuck other cocks.” My face burned with shame.

Cindy held up two keys and showed them to me. “These are the keys to your cock cage. If you had done a good job, I would’ve given one to Brooke and let her, give you a mercy fuck one day this week. Since you can’t please me, no cummies for you. She took an envelope out of her purse and showed me the address. It was a quaint little town about four hours North, known for its romantic restaurants, scenic trails, and numerous B&B’s. She put both keys inside it and licked the flap. She pressed it against the table to seal it, and handed it to me. “Be a dear and put this in your mailbox.”

I wanted to argue but instead murmured, “yes Mistress.” Without giving it another thought I walked out my front door to the curb, wearing only the cock cage, and put the envelope in the mailbox. I knew what this meant. The cock cage was not coming off until next weekend. Seven long tortuous days I had to suffer through without an erection or orgasm. I groaned in frustration as I walked into my house in time to see Gary fill Brooke with his cum, again. I went to get myself something to eat, and heard Brooke tell Gary, “I took my temperature this morning, I’m fertile.”

That was the start of our hotwife and cuckold adventures. Brooke is about to have our fourth child, and I know none of them are mine. She still sees Gary and Cindy a few times a week, while I stay home with the kids. Occasionally I get a picture of them having fun. If I’m really good, I get to sit in a closet and watch as Brooke fucks one of her many lovers. Mistress allows Brooke to give me four orgasms a year. Our anniversary, Christmas, My Birthday, and one on a day of her choice. I hate how much I love our life.

Preface:

I have read and enjoyed many first time hotwife stories. They all had a couple attend an event and she was slowly seduced while her husband watched. This is my attempt at this type of story. I hope you like it.