It’s strange how one evening can change your entire life. My wife’s friend, Alice, asked us to join her and her husband for dinner with some of her colleagues. I thought it would be boring. Her husband is a bit dull, and we wouldn’t know anyone else at the party, but Kate really wanted to go, so of course, we went. Halfway through the meal, Alice started feeling unwell.
She probably ate something that didn’t agree with her, so they went home. We were left there alone, not knowing a soul. Kate had a few drinks and was quite cheerful. After dinner, there was dancing. We danced a few songs, then I went to the bar for another drink, and when I returned, some guy asked Kate to dance.
“Go ahead,” I said, “I’ll take a break.” And off they went. I sat and watched them, but the lighting was dim, and they kept disappearing into the crowd. When Kate returned, she was quite flushed.
“Did you overexert yourself?” I asked. “No,” she replied, looking very embarrassed. “He kept putting his hands on my butt.” Well, maybe the evening wouldn’t be so boring after all. I’ve often fantasized about watching Kate with another man, but knowing how reserved she usually is, I never thought it would actually happen.
“Did you like it?” I asked.
“I-I don’t know,” she said, blushing even more. Then another guy came over and asked her to dance. She didn’t even wait for me to say anything, she just got up and went. This time, when she returned to our table, she was breathing heavily.
“I need you,” she said between breaths. “Take me home, I need you!”
She was obviously ‘excited,’ but I didn’t want the evening to end just when it was starting to get good.
“Let’s go,” I said, took her hand, and led her away. We walked down the hallway past the restrooms to the cloakroom. I pulled her inside and turned off the lights. When I slid my hand under her short dress, I was surprised to find her panties soaked. I quickly pulled them off, spread her legs, and buried my face in her neatly trimmed pussy. It only took a few flicks of my tongue on her clit before she was gasping in orgasm.
“Oh God! I needed that,” she said as she recovered.
“Now tell me, what happened on the dance floor?”
“I… I’m so ashamed. I let strange men grope me. I’m sorry,” she said and started crying.
“There, there,” I said in the most soothing way I could. I had my own problems; my cock could explode any moment.
“It’s okay! Really, it is. I don’t mind if you have a little fun.”
“Are you sure? It’s all my fault, I drank too much. Those men probably saw it and wanted to take advantage.”
“I think they would have tried even if you weren’t drunk. You look so sexy in that short dress, no wonder they’re attracted to you.”
“Oh,” she said, slipping into her girly voice. She always does that when she’s in a sexy mood. “Do you really think I look sexy?”
“I always think you look sexy. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Oh, you’re just saying that,” she protested, but I could see she liked it.
“Well, those two guys you danced with certainly thought so.”
“Hmm… um, there’s something you don’t know. You probably didn’t see it because we were on a crowded dance floor, but I never danced a whole song with one partner.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused but interested.
“They kept passing me between them, and each one was bolder than the last. They touched my breasts and stroked me in front.”
“In front? You mean they played with your pussy?”
“Yes, exactly! Does it sound terrible if I tell you it turned me on?”
“Not at all. You’re a very sexy woman; of course, you’d get turned on when someone stimulates you. That’s completely normal,” I replied, trying to make it sound like the most ordinary thing in the world. God, my cock was really hurting now.
“But then the last one slipped his hand into my panties, and I almost came, but the music stopped. Then I came back to you.”
She must have been drunk to talk to me so openly. She enjoys sex in the dark bedroom, but she would never talk about it. And another thing she would never do was suck my cock, so I thought this was a great opportunity to get her to do it in her drunken state.
I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She didn’t hesitate when I put my cock to her lips; her mouth opened and swallowed me whole. I practically fucked her throat, but not for long because I was too excited. I held her head as I came in her throat for the first time in our married life. God, it was beautiful.
She stood up, laughed, and kissed me. There was no trace of semen on her lips; she had swallowed it all.
“That was nice,” she said. “Why haven’t we done that before?”
I couldn’t believe it was the same woman; she must have been really drunk.
“Can I go dance some more? You know, with other men?” she said with a big smile.
“Of course, you can, darling. The more men, the better.” My cock was rising again.
“You’re so good to me,” she almost purred.
When we returned to the main room, some speech was just ending. Someone announced that the entertainment would now begin. A guy and two girls came out and started performing the limbo dance. Music played, and they bent backward to pass under a horizontal bar. They couldn’t touch the bar or the floor with their hands. I sat Kate back at our table and went to the bar for another drink. I waited a while to be served because everyone else had the same idea of getting a drink while the performance was going on in the hall.
I heard the dancer calling for volunteers from the audience to try the limbo. And to my surprise, I saw Kate get up and join a few others on the dance floor. Suddenly, I remembered that Kate had left her panties in the cloakroom, and she was wearing that short skirt. I rushed to the dance floor to stop her, but I was too late; it was her turn.
Bent back as far as she could, she shuffled under the bamboo bar. I caught a flash; one of the spectators had taken a lewd photo of my wife without panties, showing everything to everyone around. I don’t know if it was the flash or just too much to drink, but at that moment, Kate slipped and fell with a thud. Three guys rushed to her and made a big show of checking if she was okay.
“We need to take her to the infirmary,” one of them said. They picked her up and carried her away. I followed them, but by the time I got to the elevator, the doors were closing. I returned to the hall to ask how to get to the infirmary. It was one floor up, and on the way, I saw another group of men getting into the elevator. I went up the stairs, and when I got there, I saw them disappearing through some doors, presumably into the infirmary.
As I approached the doors, the moaning from inside was getting louder; they had glass panels, the bottom half was frosted, but through the top half, I could see clearly. The men surrounded my wife, and through a gap between them, I saw that they had stripped her naked, and one of them was already between her legs.
When the gap closed, I saw her legs in high heels rise into the air. That guy must have put her legs over his shoulders and was about to fuck her. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I found my cock in my hand, furiously jerking off in rhythm with the fucking of my wife.
That guy grunted as he filled her with his cum, and another took his place. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see up close how my beautiful Kate was turning into a slut. I entered the room, and as I pushed my way in, one of the guys said, “Hey! Wait your turn!”
But another one said, “Let him through. That’s the husband, let him watch his whore.”
At this declaration, there was a cheer. “Alright, mate!” said the one who had stopped me before. “Come here.”
And they all moved aside a bit so I could squeeze to the front. Wow! It hit me full force when I saw my wife being fucked by one man in her pussy, another fucking her mouth, and two more working on her tits. I still had my cock in my hand, and it just went off on its own. My cum sprayed all over Kate’s belly.
I lost count of how many times I came. They took turns fucking her pussy and mouth. I think some of them got to her several times. Finally, they all had enough, and we were left alone. By then, Kate was really out of it, having passed out in a drunken sleep.
I set about cleaning her up. I found a towel and a washcloth and washed and wiped her breasts, face, and body, but something strange happened. When I spread her legs to clean her pussy and saw her red, swollen lips and the cum oozing from that stretched and well-used hole, an irresistible urge came over me to bury my face in her pussy. To lick and suck it all out.
My cock was red and sore by then, but I still needed to relieve myself one more time. As soon as I licked all the traces of cum around her pussy, I very slowly buried my cock into that delicious hole, filled with who knows how many men’s cum. The feeling was indescribable. The best comparison I can think of is ‘warm velvet.’ I moved my cock in and out almost imperceptibly, and I had already emptied my load repeatedly, but the knowledge and feeling that my wife had her ‘pussy used’ made me come again.
The next day, Kate didn’t mention her wild night. I didn’t know if she was ashamed or just couldn’t remember. I desperately wanted to bring up the topic because I wished we could do it again. I liked the idea of her being fucked by other men. I was lost in these thoughts when Kate brought the morning paper.
“Any mail?” I asked.
“No, no regular mail. But there’s a letter without a stamp, delivered personally and addressed to me,” she replied. When she opened the envelope, her face turned pale. She stood there like a statue, staring at its contents.
“What is it?” I asked and went to her. I took the letter from her hand and saw what had affected her so much. It was a photo of her doing the limbo dance without panties. The attached note said: “We all enjoyed our gang bang with you, when can we do it again?”
The photo and the message clearly reminded her of everything. How she had behaved like a whore. She started crying. I hugged her, comforted her, and told her not to be upset or ashamed. It was a beautiful evening, and I enjoyed it as much as she did.
Since then, we’ve had many evenings where a whole series of men took turns on Kate. We repeated it once with that first group, but she gets much more excited when it happens with complete strangers.