Be Careful What You Wish For

February the 1st 2008 I guess Charles had begun to badger me about fucking other men after we had been married for just a few years. Well, badger isn’t quite the right word for it, but he let it be known to me that it was, at least, a fantasy of his. When we fucked he kept hinting to me how much he knew that I would love to see him suck another guys come out of my pussy. So, you can imagine his amazement when he came home one day and I told him in detail about my having it off with a couple of guys! (Oh dear, did I say COUPLE?) When we were first married, we used to live in a plush apartment complex in the centre of London and on this particular day I had stupidly locked myself out of the apartment as I stepped out to check the post. I had just got out of the shower so all I had on were my panties and a bath towel. At the mailbox I had bumped into Patrick, my opposite neighbour, who had invited me to wait in his own apartment and to phone and wait for the locksmith to arrive. It wasn’t too long before one thing led to another, and suddenly he was fucking me with his eight-inch fiend. Now, once I get going I find it hard to calm down again. Patrick was exhausted, but I was begging for more, so the next thing I knew, he had invited several of his friends over. Apparently he had called them when I had excused myself to use the bathroom. It was the first time I had more than one man at a time, but after that day I knew that it would not be the last. I took them on one by one until an hour before Charles arrived home. (The locksmith still had not arrived, although perhaps I hadn’t even heard him knock with all the noise that was going on at the time!) Then I fucked all four of them at once. The biggest, fattest cock lodged in my pussy, the second biggest in my ass, one in each hand and the smallest in my mouth. It only lasted for about fifteen minutes but it actually felt like hours. Once Charles arrived home and read the note on our door stating that I was in Patrick’s apartment, I excused myself to the guys and went home to tell Charles all about my busy day. Charles stared sheepishly at his shoes but when I finished I noticed the bulge in his pants. Smiling wickedly, I immediately assumed a dominant role. I told him that he would be my slave for that evening. “Now I have a gift for you,” I told him. I motioned for Charles to recline on the bed and, dropping the towel I exposed my recently fucked slit, he knew right away what I wanted him to do. The sight of our neighbour’s cum oozing out of my fiery hole drove him wild. I climbed onto the bed and sat on his face. He sucked so hard that I felt as though I was going to be turned inside-out. When I felt that he had cleaned me completely, I dismounted and proceeded to dress in the black lace bra, a pair of stockings, a garter belt and crotchless panties that excited him so much. I placed his finger in my slit then placed it in his mouth. Then I brought myself off on his fingers. By eight o'clock, I had him blindfolded. Occasionally I would let him know that I intended to keep his tongue very busy that night. When the doorbell rang he almost shook with anticipation; what could I have in store for him? After a while I returned to the bedroom and kissed Charles. He was more than a little shocked when I passed him a mouthful of cum. “I told you there was more." I teased as I grabbed his erection and then removed the blindfold. Taking his hand I led him into the lounge where a group of naked men were sitting around drinking beers. I could not believe how terribly aroused I got knowing that Charles was watching as each of the men fucked me just long enough to stick their cocks inside my hole and shoot a load of semen into me. I had a man on each of my breasts and another man straddling my face. Instinctively, Charles knew what I wanted him to do. One by one he grabbed their steely cocks and let them have their way just long enough to leave their juice and move on. This went on for about an hour and a half. His poor cock was so hard it hurt. I caught him touching himself and reprimanded him, telling him that I would only allow him to do that once he had cleaned me out good and proper. Letting the men know that the party was now over, I showed them to the door, said our goodbyes and returned to the bedroom. The air was thick with the smell of semen and sweat. I looked at Charles and ordered him onto his back once again. He did as directed and soon he was gulping down so much man milk that I felt he would have his yearly take of calcium and zinc in the one sitting. As the last of the party's offerings were sucked from my pussy, I climbed off his face and knelt over his cock. Unfortunately, on this occasion, Charles had not been able to control himself and I came face to face with a semi limp cock and a groin full of his own cum. He now knows about the art of controlling himself and that way he feels the benefits of reward.