Kara's Bachelor Party Gang-Bang

A few things up front. This is a "hotwife" story, not a "cuckold" story. No one is being cheated on, and Kara and her husband love each other. Her adventures with other men are an added spice to their loving sex-life.

This installment of Kara and Clay's adventures has a bit more plot, and less BDSM relative to the last couple installments that took place at The Keep. (Still plenty of hot and sometimes rough sex though!)

Clay also finally finds out more about Kara's history.

The Kara Unleashed series depends on some amount of continuity, and the stories should ideally be read in order, like chapters in a book.

Kara and Clay are still on their journey, and their experiences are evolving as the series goes on.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI's don't exist and birth control is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, as well as a pregnancy risk.

Fantasy is fine, but real women in the real world are quite unlikely to share Kara's sexual tastes.

No AI was involved in the creation of this story!

The Kara Unleashed stories so far:

#1 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 01

#2 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 02

#3 - Kara and Clay Visit The Keep

#4 - Kara and Clay Return to The Keep

#5 - Kara and the Bachelor Party Gang-Bang

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The Idea

The email was titled "I'm getting married", and it was from Justin Hewitt. Justin and I had gone to Boston University together, so I opened it. Once I got past the social pleasantries, the gist was that the event was in a little over a month. The bride was originally from San Diego, so the wedding would be here. I was invited, and since I lived there, would I be willing to meet with his best man and give him advice on venues and activities for his bachelor party?

It's funny how even pretty solid college friendships can fade after you all graduate and go your separate ways. I hadn't really stayed in touch with any of my fraternity "brothers", but I'd kept in touch with Justin. The first few years after graduation we'd hung out now and then, when one of us had the time to make the trip between San Diego and Denver.

We'd gradually drifted apart as our lives and careers got busier, and we both spent more time with new friends and girlfriends. He hadn't been able to make it to my wedding, and while I like to think he'd have invited me to his even if it wasn't being held in San Diego, I wasn't completely certain.

Regardless, we'd once been pretty close, and I was happy to get a chance to see Justin again, and glad to help out as best I could.

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The best-man, Trevor, was in San Diego for the weekend. We met for lunch downtown, at a brewery that Kara and I both liked. It was one of the rare restaurants that didn't have distracting TVs on every wall, or music so loud that you had to yell at your dining companions. There was just enough background noise to give us some privacy.

Before jumping into the party discussion, we just shot the breeze for a while. Trevor had that kind of pushy car salesman energy. Not quite last-chance used cars, but definitely not upscale like Ferrari where the customers come to you and ask to be put on the waitlist. He seemed like exactly the kind of guy you'd get to plan a bachelor party if you were casting the part in a movie.

We had started to run low on the "what do you do" and "how long have you lived in San Diego" kinds of topics when our food arrived, and we got down to business. As we ate, we talked about hotels, local sites that the groomsmen would find worth seeing, and the like.

He downed his third Scotch, and veered from restaurant recommendations to where he could get some "action" down here. I suggested a few of the rowdier bars in the Gaslamp area. Satisfied, we moved on to how the groomsmen could get around in San Diego, and I gave him the scoop on pedicabs and the trolley.

I thought we were about done when he said, "So the other thing I was hoping you could help with, you being local and all, is finding a girl."

"A girl?" I asked, confused since I thought we'd already covered the nearby meat-markets.

He nodded. "Yeah, you know. A girl. For the party."

Oh, ok. Of course. "So, like a stripper, right?"

"No," he said, "Gonna need a serious slut." He had a little trouble with the word "serious" thanks to the three Scotches.

"We wanna go way beyond the usual shit where the girl gets topless and gives the groom a lap dance."

"So... like, gives him a blowjob?" I asked.

"No, man, I want this to be fucking off the hook. BJs are just the beginning. I want a whore that's going to let everyone at the party fuck her, and maybe do some kinky shit." He gave me the I'm-so-serious look. "Off. The. Hook."

He motioned to the waitress for another drink as I had a sudden and obvious inspiration.

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Kara stared at me, an incredulous expression on her face.

"You told him I would be the prostitute he's looking for?"

"No, no, I didn't commit you to anything," I quickly said. "I just told him I could put him in touch with someone who met his requirements."

Ok, that wasn't strictly true. I had been so excited by the thought of Kara in that situation that I'd all but promised him that she would do it. Based on her less-than-thrilled reaction, I realized I may have gone a bit too far.

"So your plan is to pimp me out to your friends? For money?" Her expression and voice were cold.

"No, I--"

She didn't wait for me to finish, stomping up the stairs. I heard the bedroom door slam. So much for my brilliant "inspiration".

Backstory

"So... I want to explain my reaction earlier." Kara had come back down the stairs looking much less angry than she had when she'd gone up them twenty minutes ago, to my great relief.

She took my hand in hers. "What you said was a little too close to things from my past, and it kind of triggered me. I know that wasn't your intent."

I said, "It wasn't, but I probably should have presented it a little more carefully. I'm sorry."

"Well... yeah," she said. "But I'm not mad. I haven't really shared any details about my time with Damon."

She drew a deep breath, and said, "Let's sit down. It's past the time when I should have told you about that chapter of my life."

I gave her an "are you sure" look, and she gave me a sharp nod.

We sat down, me on the sofa, Kara in the big comfy chair that faced it at an angle, and she began.

"As I know I've mentioned before, going to college in Miami was when I first explored my slutty side. It started with merely being 'easy' -- not that unusual an experience for a lot of college girls. Then, I had a couple of threesomes."

I nodded, and said, "I'd call a threesome less common, but not particularly unusual. College is, after all, a time of experimentation for a lot of people, both women and men."

"Exactly. My next step, though, was gang-bangs. That still doesn't make me unique, but it's a big step up from having your date's athletic roommate walk in on you having sex, and you inviting him to join. The majority of those gang-bangs, as you might guess, were at various campus fraternity houses."

Well, that certainly meshed with the experience at my fraternity reunion that started this phase of our adventures. She had seemed quite comfortable at my old frat house in general, and with being taken upstairs for a gang-bang in particular.

Kara grinned. "Starting about halfway through my Junior year, I became very popular with the Greeks." She looked down demurely as she added, "I was the reason a couple of fraternities saw a surge of pledges my Senior year."

I laughed, "That does not surprise me."

"Most of those gang-bangs were really more just letting a series of guys take turns with me. I believe the favored term is 'pulling a train'. A couple of times it was two guys at a time, one in my pussy and one in my mouth, with maybe a third playing with my boobs. "

I asked, "Ok, but what about your bondage and submission experiences? And pain? That didn't start at those gang-bangs, did it?"

"No, in college my submissive side only showed when I'd get extra excited the few times a boyfriend would playfully hold my arms down, or maybe pinch my nipple. Genuine bondage and S&M, that all began when I was with Damon." She shrugged. "The seed had always been present. He just watered it."

"My sluttiness tapered off as I got closer to graduation. I had a few pretty challenging classes I wanted to do well in, and I'd already started the process of looking for a post-graduation job."

She smiled. "I found one too. It was right there in Miami, which was good. I had no real desire to move back to Chicago -- too cold, and no ocean. Miami was the only other place in the country that I was familiar with at that point."

I'd known the general path she'd taken after college, but she'd redacted any of the real details about her love/sex life in that period, so I was finding all of this very interesting. Even after three-plus years of marriage there were still a lot of things I didn't know about my wife.

"My new job kept me pretty busy, but I still found some time to date. Nothing serious."

I raised an eyebrow, and she answered my unspoken question. "Yes, yes. There were also a few one-night stands. Not hard to find hookups in a place like Miami."

"Not hard anywhere for a girl as hot as you," I said with a wink.

She shrugged, and didn't do the false-modesty thing most girls might have. My wife knew how she looked, and never pretended that she didn't.

"And then, maybe six months after I'd graduated, I met Damon at the beach. I was laying on my back, and sunning myself in a somewhat secluded area where girls got away with being topless. Even then I was an exhibitionist. This guy comes up to me, and with all the confidence in the world, says, 'Hope you put plenty of sunscreen on those amazing tits. Unless you like it when they hurt, that is,' and then he winked at me."

"That's... bold," I said. "Most girls would not respond well to that at all." I wondered why he thought that would result in anything other than a slap, or a face-full of pepper-spray. Did he feel like the risk was worth the reward with a girl like Kara? Maybe she gave off some sort of submissive vibe?

"True, it was cocky." she said. "But as you well know, I'm not most girls. I'd always been a little ashamed of my kinky side, and he was the first guy who sounded like he might not think I was perverted." She gave me an apologetic look. "He was also really hot."

"Hey, that's fine." With a small grin I added, "I dated a hot girl or two before we met." I did not add "but none as hot as you", even though it was true. It would have sounded like I was expecting her to reciprocate, and too much husband-and wife banter seemed out of place at the moment.

"I was instantly wet," she continued. "I think I would have fucked him right then and there if we'd had more privacy. Topless was one thing, but actual sex on that beach was a step too far, even in Miami."

I gave her a knowing smile. "So when did you fuck him?"

"That night." She blushed. "I may have let him covertly finger me there on the beach, though."

If I hadn't known how she felt about Damon, the image of Kara half-naked on a public beach while a stranger played with her pussy would have been extremely hot. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd gotten her off, and I almost asked, but this didn't seem like the time.

"We dated for a couple weeks, with him being the only guy I was fucking during that period. He was introducing me to a world of bondage that I hadn't known existed. Damon was happy to teach me, and I was happy to learn."

Looking slightly embarrassed, she said, "After three weeks, I moved in with him."

I guess my surprise showed, because she nodded and said, "Yeah, that was quick. Too quick, of course. I may have known a lot about sex, but I was pretty clueless when it came to serious relationships."

"Once I was living with him, things got more intense. Not romantically, but in sex. He started bringing me to events with the BDSM group he hung out with. It wasn't really a club or anything, just a loose network of like-minded dominants and their submissives."

Wow. I'd had no idea just how much stuff like this she'd done, although she'd certainly alluded to her being experienced as we'd started our kinky adventures together.

"That's when the occasional gang-bangs started. Most of the time I'd be tied up in some way, which I discovered I really liked." She tilted her head towards me for emphasis, and added, "Really, really liked."

"Um, yeah," I said, smiling. "I have kind of noticed that."

"After a while, Damon began to loan me out to some of his friends. I was a little uncomfortable going off without him, but he told me how hot it was that I'd do that for him. At that point, pleasing him was probably more important than it should have been. So I went along."

"This went on for maybe a month. I wasn't neglecting my career, but more and more all my free time consisted of thinking about sex, preparing for sex, and of course, having sex. The gang-bangs were getting more frequent, the bondage more complicated and lengthy."

"Was he making you do things you didn't want to?" I asked. I felt my anger rising, and tried to keep it out of my voice.

"No, no, he never forced me. Every slutty, kinky, submissive, masochistic thing I did was of my own volition. I didn't do anything then that I wouldn't do today."

I guess I still looked like I was considering a trip to Miami, because she gave me a reassuring smile, and said, "It's not like I was a dog being dragged along by its leash, being taken someplace it doesn't want to go."

I wouldn't have put it that way, but it pretty accurately captured my concerns.

"No, I was more like a dog straining against the leash, trying to go somewhere it shouldn't. I was having fun."

Blushing just a little, she cheerfully said, "Yes, before you ask, on occasion a literal collar and leash were involved."

Huh. Ok, now that was certainly an interesting image!

"Not to belabor the dog-on-a-leash simile, but that's where my relationship wasn't healthy. Why is a dog on a leash? A major reason is to keep it safe. Damon was quite willing to let go of my leash, when I needed some restraint in my life."

"Am I saying that women are weak-willed creatures that need a man to control them? I think you know me well enough to know that I'm not."

Indeed, Kara was anything but weak-willed. In her normal life, both personal and professional, she had no problem expressing herself, and standing up for herself. Her job required her to be in charge of important aspects of the business, which included speaking her mind to members of the company's C-suite, even when it might be something they didn't want to hear.

No, when she gave up control for her gang-bangs, or BDSM at The Keep, it was always quite willingly.

She continued, "But many of us have times where we get too immersed in something that, while fine in moderation, can be an issue when we let it get out of control. Drinking, gambling, skipping class, buying shoes, and yes -- sex. Male or female, we can need family, friends or partners to be an objective voice of reason."

"That's where Damon let me down. Worse, he encouraged my excesses for his own benefit. You get turned on by me getting fucked and misused because I enjoy it, and you love seeing me happy. For Damon, it was all transactional; I was a way for him to get to play with other women."

I gave her a questioning look.

"By encouraging me to be wilder," she explained, "I became more valuable. A girl who would let guys do some of the more extreme things with me put him in a better bartering position. Want Kara for a couple hours? Ok, I get your submissive for the weekend, or I get both of your submissives for the night. Stuff like that."

"I thought all the deeper and deeper forays into BDSM that he was helping me make were just for me. I was enjoying it all. It just took me longer than it should have to realize it wasn't being done out of love."

I said, "Babe, you were fresh out of college, and naive. We all were at one point."

"Yeah, I know that now. Was he a dick? Yes. But in his defense, I was a grown adult, and not his responsibility. So, no, I wasn't bitter about the things he had me do -- I enjoyed every bit of it. What tainted it for me was the realization that a guy I thought cared about me, and maybe even loved me... didn't."

"The dual realizations that I was letting myself get immersed in that lifestyle to a potentially unhealthy -- at least for me -- degree, and that rather than loving me, Damon was using me struck at the same time."

Oh, my poor Kara. I could start to understand why she'd kept this all in until now, and I was very happy that I hadn't pushed her to tell me about it until she was ready.

"I broke up with him, of course."

She smiled wistfully. "My reaction may have been a bit extreme, but I was young. I decided to become the 'wholesome girl' you met and married. No more sex at all until I met you. Certainly no gang-bangs! No bondage, and no masochism -- beyond asking you to be a little rough with my boobs at times."

Knowing Kara's healthy sex drive, the part about no sex between leaving Damon and meeting me was almost the most shocking part of the entire story.

She came over to the sofa, and sat on my lap. I put my arms around her, and held her close.

She said, "So you can see why your plan made me flash back to Damon, even though I know that you and he are nothing alike. Sure, you'd be excited by your wife entertaining at that bachelor party, but I know what would be most important to you is my enjoyment."

"Oh, babe," I said, "It is. I'd never want you to do something that you didn't enjoy at least as much as I would."

She snuggled into me, wiggling her pretty little ass in a very pleasant fashion.

She sounded thoughtful as she said, "You know, if I met him -- or a guy like him -- today, things would go very differently."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, no, I certainly wouldn't have a relationship with him. But Damon was charming, sexy, and... creative. No, I'd have fun with him, but that's all it would be -- fun.

She shrugged. "He wasn't really that different from a lot of the guys that fuck me at The Keep, or even the ones at your fraternity. I allow them to use me for their fun, and that's fine."

She grinned wickedly. "After all, I use them for my fun."

The Plan

We fixed dinner without any further discussion of the bachelor party, which was good, at least for me. I was still processing all the things she'd told me about her time with Damon.

After we were sitting down at the table, plates full and glasses of wine poured, she said, "So who did you tell this Trevor that I was?" One eyebrow raised, she gave me a crooked smile. "I'm assuming you didn't say I was your wife."

I laughed. "No, I said you were someone my architectural firm had occasionally used to... incentivize various important clients."

"Ok, that's plausible, I guess. But still -- I thought we'd agreed no more friends."

"The guys at my old frat weren't really..."

She held up her hand. "You know what I mean. And it sounds like this Justin is an actual friend."

"I know, I know. To counter that, we've been out of touch. He's never seen you, and he lives a thousand miles from here." Our long-term avoidance of social media had been serendipitous, as photos of my wife not being strewn about the internet avoided potentially awkward situations, both personal and professional.

"Ok, good points," she said, and I was encouraged by the note of interest in her voice. Kara took a lot of pride at how good she was in bed, and I knew how much she enjoyed it when guys appreciated her.

Sounding like she was thinking out loud, she murmured, "Hmm, this does seem like too good of an opportunity to pass up. This would be a great chance for me to take more initiative and show off my skills. The bachelor party scenario is a porn classic for a reason."

I didn't say anything. This was, after all, her decision, and I wanted to let her make it without my influence. She'd had enough of that from Damon, I now knew.

"The Keep is a lot of fun, but in that venue I'm more of a passive... receptacle," she said with a grin. "Ok, I'll admit, I kind of love the thought of being able to be more actively slutty."

The grin became an evil smile, and in a seductive voice she said, "Sort of like I was at your frat reunion party. Only at those parties, I was still worried that I'd shock you if I was too slutty, so I definitely held back."

Moving closer, she put her hand on my crotch, and rubbed gently. Her voice became even more sultry as she said, "I don't think I have to worry about that now, do I?"

She kissed me before I could answer, and then with a practiced motion she unzipped my pants.

"This looks like the answer to that question," she said, pointing at my hard cock.

"It is," I said. I used both hands to grip her hair, pulling her down onto her knees and forcefully sliding my cock into her mouth. Tying her down and whipping her tits may not be my thing, but we have both always enjoyed the occasions when we indulged in a bit of rough sex.

After a couple of minutes she pulled her head back, looked up at me, and said innocently, "Is this what you want all the guys at that bachelor party to do to your wife?"

"Yes," I growled, before standing, picking her up, and carrying her up to our bedroom.

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We were lying in bed, pleasantly exhausted, when she said, "Your instincts were good, this is a great opportunity. Let's do it."

Her decision didn't surprise me. Kara had been extra passionate just now, a clear sign that she was genuinely excited about this new adventure.

I rolled over to face her. "So, one big question. Are you comfortable taking money for sex?"

Although she still hadn't given me every detail about her sex life before we met, I was pretty sure she'd never sold it.

She said, "Yes, but I think I'd like to do what Tawny does -- give it all to charity."

Tawny was a friend that Kara had met at Comic-Con last year, and over the last six months, they had become close friends. Close enough that a few weeks ago, they were having drinks together and Tawny confessed to Kara that she was a lover of gang-bangs. Not surprisingly, Kara reciprocated by outing us as well. I guess it takes one to know one...

Since then, I've noticed that Kara feels a little more comfortable with her "hobby". Obviously she was comfortable enough to be doing it, but she always felt a little guilty for having those desires, and that seems to have abated quite a bit.

This is all relevant because while Tawny apparently charges for the parties where she gets gang-banged, she donates the money to charity. It's part of her kink, I guess? The details are hazy, at least to me.

"It's totally up to you, babe. I know you're not doing this for the money. If you want to give it all to some worthy cause, you know I'm on board."

That resolved, we talked about more details until we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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Kara agreeing to go ahead with this crazy plan last night meant a lot to do today. I'd hastily set up a special email account that Kara could use to communicate with Trevor, and by lunchtime they had made plans to meet for a drink at his hotel this evening. As Trevor had put it, they should get together and "close the deal".

So now we just had to decide how much Kara should charge. Yes, it felt weird to be discussing how much money my wife was going to sell herself for.

Based on some rapid and interesting internet investigation, I threw out what I thought was a somewhat high, but still feasible, number.

She thought for a minute, the confidently said, "Yeah, let's double that."

I looked at her skeptically. Even factoring in the number of guys who'd be splitting that cost, it was a lot.

With a vampish smile, she said, "Well, if I'm going to be a whore, I'm certainly not going to be a cheap whore."

Kara hadn't come out and said it, but we both knew it: the more money she charged, the more they would expect for it. And she was charging them plenty.

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We had a light dinner as Kara was excited, but nervous, about her upcoming meeting with Trevor.

Sure, she'd role-played a bit at the fraternity parties, but that had mostly been maintaining the ruse that I wasn't her husband. Pretending to be a member of the oldest profession, and negotiating to be gang-banged was a different story.

"Do I look ok?" Kara asked, having spent a good hour choosing her clothes, styling her hair, and applying the makeup she rarely wore.

"Babe, you look perfect." And she did, having chosen an outfit that somehow managed to make her look classy, yet also very sexy. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a very stylish ponytail, and her high-heel shoes were just one small increment above "business" and into "fuck me" territory.

Then I noticed her hand. "Hey, don't forget to take off your wedding ring."

"What, whores can't be married?" she said teasingly.

"No, no, not saying that," I laughed.

With a shrug, she said, "Then I'm going to keep it on. I'm betting that Trevor is the kind of guy that would love the idea of fucking another man's wife." She gave me an impish smile. "Plus, it makes me feel even sluttier."

We kissed, and she was off, leaving me nothing to do but wait. And fret. I wasn't sure that Trevor would meet the price she'd decided on, and she'd made it clear she wasn't going to negotiate. Kara being in complete control of her price made her feel better about selling herself, especially since the money was going to charity.

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When I heard the door to our condo being unlocked, I leapt from the sofa, then tried to look casual as I met her at the door. She'd been gone a little longer than I would have expected, and while I wasn't concerned, I had been anxious.

"So?" I asked.

"So we need to think up a good reason why I don't accompany you to the wedding," she said with a mischievous smile. "Seeing as how I'm the entertainment at your buddy's bachelor party."

"Babe! I knew he'd go for it," I exclaimed as I gave her a hug. "Tell me all about it."

We moved into the living room. Kara sat down in one of the chairs and began undoing her ponytail, while I sprawled back down on the sofa where I'd been reading.

"Well, he was just as you'd described -- definitely a strong salesman vibe. But you didn't tell me how handsome he is."

I guess I hadn't. Unless a guy looks like Quasimodo or a movie star, I sort of just place them into the looks-like-a-normal-guy category. Kara, however, had a much more refined rating scale, and I never knew where a given guy would fall on it.

"We made small talk about San Diego for a couple minutes, then our drinks came and he began listing things he wanted to be sure I'd do." She shook her head and laughed, "Trevor must watch a lot of porn."

"So I told him I would list the things I didn't do, since it would be a much shorter list."

"I bet it was," I said.

"Then," she said, "I told him my price. He tried to talk me down, but I told him the price was the price, take it or leave it. He stared at my tits for a minute, then he smiled and said we had a deal, with one condition."

I'd been lying back on the sofa, but now I sat up and looked at her questioningly.

"He wanted to take me to his room and fuck me. As he put it, 'You wouldn't buy a car without a test-drive, would you?'"

"You didn't let him, did you?"

Even though I knew she wouldn't have, the question still popped out. I instantly regretted it, afraid it sounded like an accusation, like I didn't trust her. So far, I'd always been there when she was having sex with other guys. I hadn't yet decided how I felt about her fucking some other guy without me present, and she knew it.

"Well... no, I didn't fuck him," Kara said, looking down at her lap.

The emphasis she'd placed on the word "fuck" told me that while she hadn't fucked him, something had happened. I stopped feeling so bad about my question.

There was a long pause, and then she looked up at me and said quietly, "I had to make a judgement call. I hope it's okay."

I felt a little twist in the pit of my stomach, but I also felt my cock twitch and begin to harden.

Kara is very conscientious about only doing things we've previously discussed, and that I'm comfortable with. We work hard on our communication, telling each other what we're thinking and feeling. That said, it's impossible to anticipate every possible scenario, and even if we could, it's tough to predict how we'd actually react to them when they happen. Feelings and sex, and feelings about sex are complicated.

Sure, there have been a few times when we've been out of sync, but having a solid marriage means you discuss, explain, and apologize as needed. The bottom line is that I try to give her some leeway, and she tries to rein in her natural tendency to be... well, let's call it "adventurous".

"So, what did you do?" I asked, a little concerned and a lot excited.

"We got on the elevator, and I punched the button for the top floor."

"Is that where his room was?"

"No. Before we got on the elevator, I made it very clear that him fucking me tonight was not on the table. I just wanted to give us a minute of privacy."

"Once the doors closed, I took off my blazer, handed it to him, and pulled up my blouse. I hadn't worn a bra. He fondled my breasts, squeezing them, and rubbing my nipples. He even licked one. Right before the elevator doors opened, I pulled my blouse back down."

"That's it? That's all?" She had done almost as much with her provocative dancing at my frat, and I hadn't seen all of that either.

"I may have rubbed his dick through his pants as we rode the elevator back down to let him off at his floor," she said coyly. Then, with a happy grin, she added, "It felt big."

"Well," I said, picturing Trevor playing with my slutty wife's bare breasts in semi-public, "that's really fucking hot." I wondered if that elevator had security cameras, and if some unknown security guard had watched the whole thing.

Kara came over and sat on my lap, and her eyes lit up as she felt my hard cock beneath her.

"Wow. Just from letting some guy feel me up in an elevator?"

She kissed me before I could tell her how I kind of wished that she'd gone back to his room with him.

Sweet Candy

The bachelor party was being held in one of the big "party" suites at the Maru Oceanfront Hotel. I arrived at around 7:00, and Trevor introduced me as a friend of Justin's who had helped with the bachelor party, as well as setting up some of the other things for the wedding party to do while visiting San Diego.

Neither Kara nor I was into the cuckold or humiliation aspects of her being a hotwife. Me being just another one of the guys eliminated any risk of them misunderstanding the situation, and it also prevented any of them from being self-conscious about doing utterly filthy things to a woman in front of her husband.

The living room was huge, with three sofas and several big comfortable chairs, so it easily held the nine of us. One side was open to a dining room with a wet bar. The other two walls had a big set of double doors, which were closed, and a door to the bathroom.

My wife was due at 8:00, so we were all just sitting around and drinking, although most of us were taking it slow, wanting to avoid "whiskey dick" when we were looking forward to having fun with a hot girl. And, of course, we were talking about that as yet unseen hot girl.

"So, hey, Trev, when does what's-her-name get here?" asked a big body-builder guy whose name I'd instantly forgotten -- I'm not great with names.

"Yeah!" said Mort, "Let's get this party started." At least I thought his name was Mort.

"Any minute, you horndogs. And her name is Candy."

Kara had used her real name at my fraternity reunion party, something that in hindsight we kind of regretted. Since at least one of these guys was an actual friend, we decided a pseudonym would be wise in this case. Candy seemed not only appropriate to the situation, but it might also allow me to salvage a slip of the tongue mid-word.

"Well, I hope this Candy is gonna be worth what we're paying." There were mutters of agreement -- I'd gathered that Trevor had gotten some pushback on the cost of tonight's party.

"Don't worry, she is," said Trevor. "I did some, you know, quality control."

Mort laughed, "That mean you fucked her?"

Trevor nodded, and with fake modesty, he said, "Yes. Yes I did."

Most of the guys looked impressed, with some a little envious. The muscular guy snorted, obviously skeptical.

Of course Trevor would lie about that. Not for a second did I think Kara wouldn't have told me if he had, and a guy lying about having sex with a girl is almost a cliche. For a second, I was reflexively pissed, but since very shortly she'd be happily spreading her legs for him, any outrage seemed kind of pointless.

"Big 'ole titties too. Like a 'D' cup," he reported. "Nice and firm. Maybe too firm to be real."

I started to say, "nope - all natural 32 double-Ds," but caught myself. Just because I'd found tonight's entertainment didn't mean I should know too much about her! Anyway, he'd been close on her cup size, and right about them being firm, especially for breasts of those proportions.

Trevor was still telling us what I knew to be completely imaginary details about how he'd fucked her, when there was a knock on the door. I'm not sure how a knock can be sexy, but this one was. Or maybe I was projecting since I knew who was knocking. Mort didn't look at all athletic, but he eagerly jumped up and opened the door, then ushered my wife into the room.

She was a vision. Shoulder-length blonde hair perfectly framing her beautiful face, wearing a short, low-cut red dress that showed off her breasts as well as her long legs. The dress was made of some shimmery material that clung enticingly to her curves, and it was thin enough to clearly show her nipples poking against it.

Even though I'd watched her get ready for tonight, I was still struck by the differences from Kara's normally wholesome, understated appearance. Now, don't get me wrong. It's not like she runs around wearing a gunnysack -- she always looks good. She's got a dazzling collection of outfits and lingerie that I get to enjoy seeing her in. It's just that she almost never flaunts her stunning body in public.

Instead of tiny stud earrings, she had on huge sparkly hoop earrings that had to be at least four inches in diameter. They almost touched her shoulder.

She was also wearing makeup, which she almost never did in her real life. I'd never been a big fan of makeup, and I was happy she normally wasn't either. I felt that most women truly looked better au naturel, and that was doubly true for a woman as innately beautiful as Kara. Maybe the guys here would find her altered and slightly exaggerated features sexier, but I was not in that cohort.

Kara sashayed into the open central area formed by the chairs and sofas, then posed for a moment.

The lone Latino member of our group exclaimed, "Damn, look at those titties!"

She looked at him, and gave them a shake, making them bounce side-to-side under her dress.

"Fuuuck," he said. It appeared that he was a boob-man.

She let the guys stare at her for a moment longer, then said, "Hi. I'm Candy."

"You sure as fuck are," said one of them.

She smiled and let the chuckles die down, and then continued. "We're going to get to know each other a lot better tonight. So for now, let's get things started with introductions."

She looked around the room. "Which one of you is the groom?"

Justin grinned and raised his hand as all the rest of us pointed at him.

Kara gave him a smile that was full of promise, and said, "I'll save you for last."

She walked over to the guy who had been so impressed by her boobs. He was short and stocky. A firefighter as I recalled. I was pretty sure his angular good-looks were doing it for my wife, and were maybe even why she went over to him first.

"You are?"

"Pablo."

"Nice to meet you Pablo. I'm glad you like my tits."

She leaned forward, giving him a great up-close view. He didn't hesitate, putting his hands on her boobs and fondling them through her dress. She let him have his fun for a minute, then straightened up and moved on to the brawny dude.

She stood in front of him, and he offered his name. "Hey, I'm Freddy."

I'm a pretty big guy, and I put in my time at the gym. Freddy wasn't bigger than me, but he obviously spent way more time at the gym.

"Hi Freddy." She reached out and put a hand on his bicep, which he reflexively flexed.

"You look like you could pick a girl up like she was a doll." Kara licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, a sure sign she was turned on. If part of your kink is being treated like a plaything...

He nodded, gave her a self-confident smile, and gestured for her to sit on his lap. Kara climbed onto the sofa and straddled him, being sure to press her breasts against his well-defined pecs.

Freddy slid his hands under her legs. Cupping her ass, with her thighs resting on his forearms, he lifted her up off of his lap, and straightened his arms. Yep, way more time in the gym. She gave an almost inaudible moan as he held her there for a ten-count, then slowly returned her to his lap.

For a moment, I thought she was going to fuck him right there, but she got off of his lap, then said breathily, "Like a doll."

Of course, she couldn't skip me, even though I was pretty sure she already knew my name. I was next on her circuit.

"You look like another guy who likes boobs," she said, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, I do like boobs, Candy." As you well know!

"Do you want to see mine?"

I nodded, and one of the other guys yelled, "I sure do!"

"Well, you're going to need to be patient," she teased. "The groom gets to unwrap this early wedding present."

"Seems fair," I said, putting a not completely feigned note of disappointment in my voice."

Eyes sparkling again, she said, "You can touch them though." She leaned forward to bring her boobs within easy reach.

"I'm not sure I should. I promised my wife I'd behave myself tonight."

"Oh, c'mon. Give them a squeeze. You know you want to." She tilted her head. "Your wife won't mind."

I hesitated, and Pablo started a chant of "Squeeze them. Squeeze them," with some of the guys joining in.

I'd planned to anyway, with my reluctance being just for show, and this made it easier for me to appear to succumb to peer-pressure. I cupped a breast in each hand, and gave them a quick, hard squeeze, and she squealed. "Ooh, yes. That's how it's done."

She winked at me and moved on to a lean Black guy with a neatly-trimmed goatee. I vaguely remembered him from my days at BU, and he'd mentioned that he was now a professor there, but his name escaped me also.

He looked her in the eyes and said, "Neal."

Kara started to get down on her knees, but stopped almost immediately. She gave a quick laugh, and said, "Oh, that's your name, right?"

"Yes it is, but don't let that stop you," he said with a chuckle.

She laughed again, and wagged her finger at him. "Not just yet."

Kara turned around and backed up to him, wiggling her ass in invitation. Without hesitation, Neal flipped her dress up, exposing her bare ass.

"My, my, Candy. What's this?" he exclaimed happily.

Nestled between her ass-cheeks was the jeweled base of a butt-plug. The facets of the jewel shone red, matching her dress.

"A girl has to be prepared," she said coquettishly. Kara had always done things to be "clean" for anal sex, whether it was with me, or for any of her previous parties. The butt-plug, however, was a new touch. I liked it. Another fun little surprise.

She looked at over Trevor and gave him a wink as she added, "I bet some of you guys are pretty big." I knew she was alluding to when she'd rubbed his dick through his pants, but I'm sure they all took it as confirmation that he had indeed fucked her before tonight.

Turning back to Neal, she said, "I hope that includes you," as she rubbed his crotch.

Despite the "big black cock" thing being a popular theme in porn, research shows that Black guys average out only slightly larger. For Kara's sake, I hoped he met the stereotype. While she wasn't what I'd call a size queen, she definitely enjoyed big cocks.

He smiled and said, "I guess you'll find out later."

The next guy said, "I'm Mort." Hey, I'd gotten his name right. He looked to be one of the older guys here, stocky and wearing a dark beard. From comments he'd made earlier, I knew two things about him. One was that Justin knew him from some car club, and two, that he was not what you'd call refined.

Mort pulled her onto his lap, and said, "How about we stop foolin' around and get to the fucking?"

"Haven't you heard that good things come to those who wait?" she purred. "I'm very good."

He slid his hand between her legs, and she gently -- but firmly -- pulled it away. "No, yet, you naughty boy. The groom gets me first."

"Ok," he said, sounding piqued. "But when I do get to fuck you, I'm gonna make you regret being such a teasing little bitch."

Some of the guys shot him a look, maybe afraid that his threat might cause her to call the whole thing off. If they thought a promise to punish her was a threat, it's only because they didn't know my wife.

"Ooh, I hope so." Kara sighed as she climbed off of his lap. Yep, that's my girl!

I saw looks of surprise on a few faces, but Freddy and Pablo just looked thoughtful.

She got to Trevor. "Well, you I know," she said.

Instead of leaning forward, she cupped her breasts in her hands, and jiggled them, saying, "I don't need to show you these, do I?"

We laughed, and Freddy said, "Way to go Trevor", in a tone that was not just congratulatory, but that suggested that now he actually believed that Trevor had fucked her.

Trevor smiled, but I thought I detected a little apprehension on his face, as he worried that she'd say something that would conflict with his story about having already fucked her. He looked relieved when she quickly turned to move on to the next guy.

As I watched Kara go from guy to guy, teasing them, I realized that all this "foreplay" was for my benefit as much or more than for her to learn all their names. She would regularly look over at me to see that I was enjoying seeing her tease them. Which I very much was. A roomful of guys staring at my wife and lusting after her definitely fed my kink.

"Hi, Candy. I'm Bill," he said. Bill was older than the rest of us, so obviously another groomsman who wasn't a friend from Justin's high-school or college years. I think that he'd said he had met Justin at work, so that made sense.

"Hi Bill." She turned to sit down in his lap, and he gently but firmly placed a wide-spread hand on her butt, not feeling her up, but stopping her.

"Probably shouldn't. I'm a married man."

She turned to face him, smiled, and said, "Oh, I understand, Bill." He gave a slow nod.

"Too bad, though. I was looking forward to a silver-fox like you showing these guys how it's done," she said with a wink.

"Sorry," he said, and rarely have I heard someone sound so genuinely sorry. "I've always been faithful to my wife." Brightening up a little, he added, "My wife doesn't mind if I look, though."

"Good. I'll make sure you enjoy the show." She teasingly "booped" his nose, and he blushed.

"So, what's your name?" she asked the next guy.

"Uh, Adam." He sounded unsure.

"You like what you see, Adam?" she asked as she faced him, then turned profile, giving him a good look at her breasts and her ass through that sheer dress.

"Uh, yeah," he stammered, turning just slightly red.

Kara picked up on his discomfort, and quietly said, "Am I making you uncomfortable, Adam."

"No! No. I been with plenty of girls." He paused. "Just not one like... you."

"You mean a whore?" Kara said, not sounding accusing or offended, just matter-of-fact.

"No, no, no," he stammered. "I mean, I haven't, but no, no. You're just so..." he cupped his hands out from his chest and waved them, making the standard "big boobs" gesture.

In the discussions before Kara arrived, he'd been silent when the topic was sports, but animated when someone had brought up the latest super-hero movie. Maybe I was stereotyping, but I pictured him playing board games with skinny goth-girls, and having awkward sex with them. I was pretty sure it wasn't just Kara's awesome breasts that he was dazzled by. A beautiful, curvy woman who was comfortable with her sexuality and wanting sex as much as any man was probably something he'd seen only on his computer screen.

Kara straddled him as she'd straddled Freddy. She leaned in, whispered something in his ear, and then pulled back to see his reaction. He nodded, so she whispered in his ear again. He was grinning as she climbed off of him.

Justin, the man of the hour, was last. Unlike Bill, he had no problem with her nestling her perfect ass onto his lap. He possessively placed one hand on her hip, and one on her thigh as she sat sideways across his legs.

"I know you're not married, but you're about to be." She looked down at the hand on her thigh. "I gather that's not a problem?"

"Nope."

"So a girl sitting on your lap," she said as she slowly ran a finger across his cheek, "isn't going to end your marriage before it even gets started?"

"Nope."

"What if a slutty girl does more than just sit in your lap?" Taking ahold of the hand he'd placed on her thigh, she slid it under her dress and up to where he had to be touching her pussy.

"My fiancee and I have a deal about tonight," he said with satisfaction. "She said, and I quote: Starting tomorrow, you're all mine, but tonight you get a hall-pass, so have your fun."

"Dude, that's freaking amazing," exclaimed Freddy.

"Well," Justin added wryly, "she also said that I couldn't ask her about her bachelorette party."

"Oohh, your girl's gonna get her some strange," laughed Trevor, as he leaned over to punch Justin in the arm.

"Shit, Marge told me that if I did anything tonight, she'd have my balls," Bill said sadly.

Mort said, "Sounds like she already has them, bud." He gave a smug smile. "What my wife doesn't know won't hurt her. You know what I mean?"

Kara wasn't thrilled when some guy cheated on his wife or girlfriend by having sex with her, and neither was I. But we'd come to terms with it. Our logic was that Kara wasn't seducing these guys, and she wasn't trying to "take them away" from anyone. She wasn't even after a relationship. The bottom line was that they were adults who were entitled to make their own decisions, good or bad.

"Well, all I can say is that it's good to be single," said Neal happily. He got nods from the also-unattached groomsmen.

"Then I guess I can go ahead and do this," Kara said as she slid off of Justin's lap.

Standing between his legs, she pulled her dress up and over her head, and tossed it onto a coffee table, leaving her dressed in nothing but her red stilettos.

Behind Closed Doors

The guys stared at her in silence for what seemed like a long time. She was worth staring at.

Kara's narrow waist served to emphasize her breasts, which were spectacular. Genetics alone were responsible for not just their impressive size, but also their surprising perkiness. Her ass was, in my opinion, perfect. It was womanly but not excessive, with her devotion to Pilates and running keeping it deliciously taut.

Her legs were long and toned, and the polish on her carefully manicured toenails perfectly matched the now-discarded dress as well as the high-heels she still wore. Kara's freshly-waxed pubic area was smooth and inviting, with her vagina invitingly framed by perfectly-shaped labia.

Finally, Neal broke the spell, "Trevor, I withdraw my earlier quibbling about how much this is costing. She's absolutely ravishing."

Mort said, "Yeah, she's a fuckable little piece all right," earning him a disdainful look from Neal.

I could almost feel the waves of lust emanating from the pack of guys, which was no surprise. Kara stood there, basking in their stares, and I knew that not only was she loving their attention, she was anxious for them to act on the desire she could read on their faces.

"Well, Mr. Groom, what do you want to do with me?" she asked.

Justin looked around at his groomsman. "Even though I got a hall-pass, I still don't want any of you wankers giving a play-by-play at the reception." He looked at Trevor as he added, "Or as part of your goddamned best-man speech."

"C'mon, Candy," he said to my wife. "Let's get that fine ass of yours into the bedroom." He gestured towards the closed set of double doors with his head.

You'd think that after what happened when Kara was negotiating with Justin, that we'd have discussed this as a possibility, but we had not. It just hadn't crossed my mind that there might be a guy here tonight who would want to fuck her in private. I had assumed that half the fun was it being kind of a spectator sport.

She glanced at me, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second, then she looked down at Justin and said, "What? And deprive all your groomsmen of a show? I've got something special planned for you." She didn't want to tell him "no", but she also didn't want to do something I hadn't told her I would be okay with. Her posture had stiffened a bit, and I hoped the other guys didn't notice.

"Ah," he said as he stood up, "they'll be fine."

I managed a laugh. "Sure, Justin, have fun and don't worry about us just sitting out here with nothing to watch." I saw all the tension leave Kara as I said it -- she knew that was me giving her my blessing to go off with Justin.

As it turned out, her little experience in the elevator with Trevor had been a good practice run for this situation, as it had allowed me to assess my feelings after he'd played with her boobs. In addition, my disappointment that she hadn't gone ahead and had sex with him had been a surprising, but significant, revelation.

Pablo joined in on giving him shit. "Yeah, man, don't feel at all guilty making us listen while you bang her."

"No guilt at all," Justin said happily, as he smacked my wife's bare ass, hinting for her to get moving towards the bedroom. She gave a little squeal, and started walking.

I'd heard this hotel catered to various swinger and kink events, and what I saw when Justin opened the double-doors lent a lot of credence to those stories. In the center of the room was a big round bed with no headboard. There were five or six upholstered chairs surrounding it, so any spectators could comfortably watch whatever was happening on the bed. Tasteful yet pornographic art hung on the walls, and a variety of interestingly-shaped pillows and cushions were stacked on a chaise lounge in one corner.

As Justin closed the doors, I caught a glimpsed of Kara sitting down on the bed. The bed that another man would momentarily be joining her on. This would be the first time I wouldn't be there to watch as she had sex with someone else. Well, at least since she'd married me, of course.

When she'd told me about refusing Trevor's request to fuck her when she was at his hotel, my feeling of disappointment had surprised me. Based on that, my excited reaction to seeing that bedroom door close with Justin and my wife on the other side did not come as a surprise.

Sitting there and imagining what they were going to do, while being unable to watch, was perversely erotic. Kind of like the pleasure that can come from being enticingly teased. Would they start with a blowjob? A kiss? Or was she just lying back on the bed, her long legs spread wide as she welcomed him onto her and into her?

It was quiet for a minute or two. I strained my ears, but couldn't hear anything through the annoyingly-solid bedroom doors. None of the guys around me were talking; I guess they were wanting to hear what was going on as well. Unlike my burning desire to know what was happening, they were merely curious, since it wasn't their wife having sex in the other room.

Then, we heard Kara exclaim "Oh, fuck, yes! Like that!"

My cock reacted instantly, and I shifted in my chair to try and keep my burgeoning erection from being obvious.

It was again quiet for about thirty seconds, and then she began yelling "Oh" over and over, and at regular intervals that left no question as to the cause. This continued for maybe five minutes, with the repeated exclamations of "Oh" occasionally punctuated with a "Deeper!" or an "Oh my god".

"Shit, that bitch hasn't stopped squealing," said Freddy. "Our boy Justin is apparently quite the stud."

"Yeah," chuckled, Pablo. "Dude better save some for his honeymoon."

"Screw his honeymoon," scowled Mort, "I'm more worried about him wearing out the whore's pussy. Don't he know she's got a lot more guys to fuck tonight!"

Being able to hear my wife casually referred to as "the whore" was one of the benefits of staying incognito. It gave me a twisted thrill to have guys talk like that about her, at least in this context. I mean, Kara and I both knew she wasn't technically a whore, as she wasn't doing it for the money. Fucking guys for free might make you a slut, not a whore. But Justin and the rest didn't know that. They were paying to fuck her, so in their minds she was exactly that: a whore.

Finally, she made one very loud, drawn-out exclamation. "Oh! My! God! Fuck fuck fuck," and I knew she was having an orgasm. I'd seen her have countless orgasms with me, and in the last few months I'd seen her have them with other guys, but this was the first time I'd just heard her have one. I sat there, imagining the scene taking place in the other room, and was amazed at how turned on I was by this new experience.

After a few minutes, the doors opened and Justin strode back into the living room. He'd put his clothes back on, but he looked way more disheveled than when he'd started. With a grin, he said, "Holy fuck, she's good."

"Better than Janet?" asked Mort.

What an asshole, putting Justin on the spot like that. Still, I was curious to hear his answer.

"Um, well, first off," he said, pointing at Mort, "fuck you."

That got a group laugh, but Mort seemed unfazed.

"And second, you'll all just have to see for yourselves."

Trevor laughed. "So, does that mean we all get to fuck Janet too? How else are we gonna know?"

Justin smiled, and shook his head, "You asshole. You know what I mean."

"Ah, bummer," said Pablo. "Janet's hot."

There were nods of agreement, and Justin said smugly, "Yes. Yes she is."

Fun with Circles

After a few minutes, "Candy" came out of the bedroom, no doubt after taking the timer to make her makeup and hair perfect again. She was wearing only her heels and a smile full of promise, and I wasn't the only guy there who made a little intake of breath upon seeing her.

She walked into the open center area, and knelt down. With the exact tone and facial expression she might have used if she was asking a guest if they'd like something to drink, she said, "Would any of you guys like your dick sucked?"

Other than Justin, who was leaning back in his chair and looking quite satisfied, every one of us stood up, and there was a flurry of affirmative responses like "yes", "fuck yeah", and even a "yes, please". This included Bill, who quickly amended his response by sitting back down and sighing, "But I shouldn't."

The rest of us formed a circle around her. Belts were unbelted, and zippers were unzipped. Adam may have been the youngest guy there, and I had the impression he had the least experience with women, but he was the first guy to get his cock out.

Kara turned to him, and Adam took a half-step forward, placing his already-hard cock inches from her face. She ran her tongue around the head of it, then leaned under and licked his balls a little, teasing him before running her tongue up the length of his shaft, and then taking it into her mouth.

"Fuuuccckkkk," said Adam as he stared down at her.

She worked his cock for a minute, then moved on to Freddy, where he got the same treatment -- balls, shaft, and then a minute of her sensually using her mouth to fuck his cock.

Pablo was next, and by this time he was too excited to allow her any teasing. As soon as she turned to him, he gently but firmly guided her mouth onto his cock.

Then, it was my turn.

Kara had surprised me -- pleasantly, I should note -- a few times in her hotwife journey, and now it was my turn to surprise her. I'd been behind her in the circle when she'd started with Adam, and She hadn't realized I was present until she got to me.

She looked up at me, genuine surprise on her face since before I'd always just watched.

"A blowjob doesn't count as cheating, right?" I said with a shrug. While I wasn't thrilled to have these guys think I was being unfaithful to my wife, I wasn't overly concerned either. Other than Justin, I didn't expect to see any of them again after this weekend, so there was no harm in letting them think what they would.

"I guess not," she purred, before thoroughly licking my balls. Knowing that her tongue had just licked three other guy's balls made it even sexier, and I think it excited her too. She was making little moans as she ran her tongue over them.

That was nothing compared to how it felt when she finally took me into her mouth. She gave me an awesome and aggressive blowjob, and that combined with having been watching her with the other guys, made it all I could do to not come immediately. Reluctantly, I gave her cheek a subtle tap to remind her to move on to Trevor, who was next in rotation.

Trevor grinned like an idiot the whole time his dick was in my wife's mouth, and I knew he was enjoying finally getting to do more than touch her tits.

Mort was next, and unlike the other guys, he didn't just let her use her mouth to pleasure him. He did let her lick his balls, but the moment her lips touched his cock, he took two fistfuls of her blonde hair, and began fucking her mouth.

"Open up, Candy," he growled, and Kara opened her mouth wide, and let him plunge in as deeply as he could. He wasn't big enough to enter her throat, at least not from that angle, but he was going deep enough that she was making quiet "glurp glurp" noises with each thrust.

He'd been doing that to her for a longer time than she'd spent with anyone else so far, and finally Neal, who was both the next and the last guy in the circle, nudged him and said, "Hey, I think she needs a break."

Mort started to protest, but saw the expressions of most of the guys, and successfully "read the room".

"The cunt's all yours," he growled, letting go of Kara's hair.

From their teasing banter when she'd met Neal, and the way I'd caught her glancing at him, I knew she was looking forward to fucking him, and not just because she hoped he'd have the fabled "big black cock". Which, by the way, he did.

Sure, his getting Mort to stop hadn't been totally altruistic. I'm sure he was anxious to have her lips around his cock, but in this context I know she'd have seen it as chivalrous. Neal, my friend, she is going to do you good.

I was not wrong. She spent twice as much time teasing his balls with her tongue than she had on anyone else. Of course, her attention to his ballsack was punctuated with enthusiastic licking and sucking of his cock.

Where Mort had been fucking her face, it was the other way around with Neal. She was the one pushing her head forward to sensuously welcome his cock into her mouth. Despite its size, she had no trouble getting every inch of it in, slowly taking it deep, then holding it there as long as she could to let Neal enjoy the sensation. She'd slide it back out just as slowly, licking the head as it cleared her lips.

While she caught her breath, Kara took his cock in her hand, softly rubbing the head of it on her cheeks, her lips, and even her nose. She'd lick up and down his shaft, then repeat the cycle, taking it into her mouth again.

After a couple minutes of that treatment, Neal gently put his hands on her cheeks, and held her off of his cock, saying, "Candy, that was absolutely incredible. Too good even -- you wrap those lips around my dick one more time, and I won't be able to resist filling that pretty little mouth with cum."

She looked up at him and said teasingly, "And that's bad why?"

He smiled as he replied, "You know why."

"Is it because it's my pussy that you want to feel surrounding your nice hard dick when you come?" Despite his hands still being on her cheeks, she leaned forward and lightly licked the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue.

Neal gave a visible shudder as he answered, "You know it is."

"Good," she breathed, leaning back. "I want that too."

After Neal, it became somewhat of a free-for-all. She'd suck a guy for a second or a minute, with no discernible pattern. A few guys would hold her hair or her head and fuck her mouth like Mort had done, but only for a few strokes. And that included Mort. For the most part they let her orchestrate the blow-bang, with their main attempts at control centered around not having an orgasm -- it wasn't just Neal wanting to save that for later.

However, my wife being very skilled with her mouth meant that not everyone succeeded in putting off their orgasms.

Pablo was the one enjoying her talents who suddenly growled, "Oh, fuck, I gotta come!" He pulled his dick out of her mouth and switched to jacking it with his fist.

Instantly, Kara struck a perfectly submissive pose -- arms behind her, and back arched to make her tits thrust up and out. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, giving Pablo a perfect target.

His aim was good. With a few final strokes, he shot a thick jet of milky-white liquid into her mouth as he exclaimed, "Oh, yeah. Take it, little puta!"

This was followed by a couple more substantial spurts that landed on her waiting tongue. She held it out as the puddle grew while he emptied his balls completely, then she slowly pulled her tongue and its coating of Pablo's cum into her mouth. Kara leisurely turned her head from side to side, mouth wide open, to give everyone a good view of Pablo's voluminous deposit, then she closed her mouth and visibly swallowed. She smiled, opened her mouth wide, and then again turned her head left and right to show that every drop of Pablo's semen had vanished down her throat.

Kara's love of exhibitionism was something I found incredibly sexy. Why just have a guy discreetly come in her mouth when she could take the money-shot on her tongue and then make a show of how much she enjoyed slurping it down?

Still standing over her as a final few drops of cum leaked from his slowly-softening cock and dripped down onto her tits, Pablo grinned and said, "Damn. My girlfriend won't fucking do that."

Pride is not what most guys would feel after watching their wife do what mine had just done, but it was certainly the emotion I felt. Knowing my wife was sexier than another guy's wife or girlfriend was a definite ego-boost.

That seemed to serve as a natural end to the blowjobs. Kara stood up and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, and the guys drifted off towards the bar or the bathroom. A couple of them retrieved their phones and checked emails or something.

Party Down

With Kara off in the bedroom, the guys -- being guys -- talked about her.

"Damn, I'm looking forward to getting some of that pussy," exclaimed Freddy.

Neal nodded. "You are not the only one."

"Nah," scoffed Mort. "I get plenty of pussy from the old ball-and-chain. Tonight I got other plans."

"Me, I can't wait to play with those awesome fucking titties," offered Adam.

Trevor said, "I have no problem getting laid, but sluts as tasty as Candy here are few and far-between."

"Yeah, that's no shit," said Freddy.

"That pretty little face is gonna look even better with my cum all over it," continued Trevor, getting a laugh from the crowd.

Was hearing these guys talk about how hot my wife was an ego-boost? Of course.

"Way more fun to fill..." Freddy tapered off as Kara came back into the room. She'd lost the high-heels, but had added lacy, barely-there panties and an equally diaphanous bra. We'd all seen her naked just a few minutes ago, so you'd think that her adding clothes would have been backwards progress, but somehow it wasn't -- she looked even sexier.

"Have you boys been talking about me?" she asked innocently, one eyebrow arched. No one said anything, but both Freddy and Adam looked slightly embarrassed as they nodded.

"Good. I'd hate to think you were bored with me already."

She walked up to Freddy, rubbed her breasts against him, and said, "Are you going to show me what it is you wanted to fill?"

With a grin he said, "Oh, yeah." He put one hand behind her back, and used his other one to scoop her up and into his arms. Apparently his muscles weren't just for show, because he carried her across the room like she weighed almost nothing.

He set her down on one of the sofas, and shed his clothes. The sofa he'd chosen was one of the deeper ones, and he laid down on it on his back, his hard cock standing up like a flagpole.

"Umm," Kara said. She crawled up between his legs, took his cock into her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down a few times.

Freddy groaned, and said, "Oh, come on Candy, stop teasing me."

She climbed off the sofa, removed her panties, then climbed back on to both the sofa, and Freddy. Straddling him, she slowly lowered herself down.

"Umm," he said as she worked just the tip of his cock into her pussy. She moved her hips up and down the tiniest amount, teasing just the head. Then, in one smooth motion, she impaled herself on the full length of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Freddy growled, as she began to leisurely slide her pussy up and down on his dick.

He reached up, and Kara said, "Umm, yes, play with my tits," as he wrapped his hands around them, squeezing and stroking. She sped up, and Freddy began thrusting his hips up to meet her, in perfect rhythm with her movements.

Watching my wife happily bobbing up and down on another man's cock was extremely hot; when I'd originally pictured her being a hotwife, it had been more like this. On the other hand, seeing her tightly bound and tormented in a dungeon had also become something I enjoyed almost as much as she did. It was quite surprising how much had changed for us in the past few months.

Freddy's hands were moving from her breasts, down to grasp her waist, and around to squeeze and fondle her ass. They were both getting more and more excited, and Kara was rocking back and forth, grinding on him as they fucked. Eyes closed, her face was a mix of concentration and pleasure.

With a low, quiet moan, Freddy's entire body tensed as he came, thrusting upwards forcefully, then clamping his muscular hands onto her hips, holding her down to ensure his semen was delivered far up into her pussy.

When his grip loosened, she leaned forward, lying down on him as his orgasm subsided, his erection slowly fading. After a minute, she carefully rolled off, her cupped hand held between her legs in an attempt to catch the small surge of his cum that ran out of her pussy.

I felt the little thrill I always felt when I saw the irrefutable graphic evidence that someone else -- often a stranger -- had so completely possessed my wife.

A few drops landed on the sofa, and a few drops on him, but she managed to intercept most of it. To the delight of her audience, instead of wiping it off, she sensuously licked it off of her palm, and then one-by-one she sucked each finger clean.

When Kara was with other men, I was used to seeing her basically being "used" by them -- a more-or-less passive receptacle for their lust. Tonight, though, Kara was the energetic partner I was used to her being in our bedroom. She was fucking them as much as they were fucking her.

"Hey, Bill. You changed your mind after seeing that?" Trevor asked slyly.

Bill, who'd been watching Kara and Freddy with a look of envy on his face, said wistfully, "Nope, wouldn't do that to my wife. Still just here to watch."

Our youngest groomsman said, "I guess I picked a good time to be single," as he slipped his arms around Kara's waist and pulled her into him.

"Yeah, you picked it," teased Pablo good-naturedly.

Adam flipped him off behind Kara's back, then slid his hands down to cup her ass-cheeks.

Kara nuzzled his neck, then said quietly, "How do you want me?"

"Over there," he said, pointing at a piece of furniture sitting just outside the cluster of sofas and chairs. It was a divan or maybe a daybed -- I'm not an interior decorator. Whatever its name, it was basically an upholstered sofa without a backrest, although it did have a cylindrical sort of armrest on one end, where a pillow would be on a bed.

Kara went over and laid back on it, spreading her legs invitingly. "Like this?"

"Oh, yeah," said Adam, staring at her pussy as he hastily undressed.

The guys shuffled some of the other furniture around to let them comfortably watch my wife get fucked.

I'd expected a young guy like him to want her in some exotic position, but he seemed happy with classic missionary, climbing on the bed between her wide-spread legs, and lowering himself on top of her.

"You ready, Candy?" he asked almost hesitantly.

"For fuck's sake," growled Mort. "Who fucking cares if she's ready? Just stick your prick in there, and plow the slut."

You'd think that after getting his rocks off in my wife's asshole that Mort would be a little more laid-back and drowsy, or even just tired from all that exertion, but apparently not.

Her attention reserved for Adam, Kara didn't even spare Mort a glance. "Oh, yes," she answered. "Give it to me."

She gave a drawn-out moan as, in one smooth motion, he slid his erection into her

"Damn, your pussy feels good," he said.

"Mmm, so does your cock," she breathed.

He started to fuck her, and she pitched in, thrusting her hips up in sync with his motion, gasping each time their bodies slammed together.

Kara's hands were busy as well, caressing his sides and his back while he plunged in and out with steady measured strokes. I quite enjoyed the rare occasions when she could actively touch the guys she was having sex with; so often she'd been tied down in some fashion.

From the start, Adam had been fascinated by my wife's boobs, and who could blame him? So was I! Even with her on her back, they rose up proudly, twin peaks topped with large pink areolas surrounding exquisite pink nipples.

Staring down at them as he held himself up, he asked her, "What you... what you told me earlier. Did you mean it?"

"Oh, yes, of course. They're all yours cowboy."

With a grin, he held himself up with one arm and fondled her breasts with his free hand. He began by rubbing them and gently rolling her nipples in his fingers. After a minute, he progressed to pulling her nipples and squeezing the entire breast.

I could see that Kara was enjoying it, because the more he squeezed and rubbed them, the more she gasped and moaned, moving her hands onto his butt and pulling him into her.

Almost pleadingly, she said, "You can use both hands if you want."

As he'd fucked her, Adam had gotten more and more confident, and with this invitation, all traces of his initial shyness and hesitation vanished. He shifted the hand that was holding him up from the divan and onto her breast. He now had a hand on each breast, his fingers digging into the soft mounds as he used them as handholds to support his upper body.

Each time he withdrew his cock, more of his weight would be transferred onto her breasts, pushing them upwards on her body and making her cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure.

I should have been glad it was fairly skinny Adam who was abusing my wife's tits like this; instead, I found myself imagining the kind of noises she'd be making if it had been the significantly heavier Mort mashing her beautiful breasts down onto her chest.

Kara had her hands on his wrists, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her tits as Adam sped up, his face contorted as he approached his orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts before he groaned, his cock moving jerkily as he came inside her.

As soon as he was done coming, he rolled off of her, releasing her breasts. He stroked them gently, saying, "Are you ok? I hope I wasn't too rough."

"No, no, it's all good," she reassured him. With a smile, she added, "I've had much worse than that done to them."

The thought that someone would take that as permission, or a challenge, or both had just entered my mind when Trevor said, "Oh, is that so?"

I should have known this wasn't a moment of carelessness on my wife's part. Instead of looking in any way concerned about Trevor's response, she gave him a provocative smile, and then shrugged. I don't know what the other guys made of this little interaction, but I understood. My kinky little wife was hoping that one of these guys -- most likely the ones yet to fuck her -- would give her more of the rough treatment that she desired.

As soon as Adam had gathered himself up and got off of the daybed-thing, Neal told her to get on all fours, and then climbed onto the bed behind her, his intentions obvious.

With her breasts dangling safely out of reach, it didn't look like Neal was going to be the one to try and go beyond how Adam had treated them.

"Oh, yeah, fuck her like a bitch," said Trevor.

Amazingly, with a wet and ready pussy inches from the tip of his hard cock, Neal gave a speech.

"This isn't about treating her like a 'bitch'. I happen to enjoy this position, and in my experience most women do as well. The angle allows --"

"Oh, holy hell, professor" said Mort. "We won't judge you for wanting to just grab that ass and bone her. Neither will she, this is what we're payin' her for."

"As I was saying," Neal resumed, "This angle allows deep penetration, and the ability to forcefully thrust, which we will both enjoy."

To punctuate his statement, he used his fingers to spread her labia wide, and slammed his cock hard into her pussy, making Kara yelp at the sudden forceful entry. His cock had turned out to be all that she'd hoped it was and I knew she had to have felt that down to her toes.

His hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her, each thrust almost as sudden and rough as the first one had been.

Kara was exclaiming each time he shoved his cock into her, a steady chant of "Fuck... fuck... fuck."

"I like those titties swaying," said Pablo.

After he'd been banging my wife for a couple minutes, he slowed down a little. His more moderate pace let her catch her breath enough to say, "Does that big black cock look good going into that tight white pussy?"

It did.

I know a lot of people are into interracial porn because it's "taboo" and such, but for me, at least, it was all about the aesthetic. The contrast between them highlighted every inch of his impressive tool, glistening with her juices, and its unceasing appearance and disappearance into the soft sheath between her legs

"Yes I do," growled Neal. "Do you like how your pussy feels getting stretched around it?"

"Oh, god, I do, I do," she moaned, as she started rocking her body back and forth, continuing her quest to take these guys cocks as hard and as deep as possible.

By now, I'd seen a lot of guys take my wife from behind, but other than a couple of the guys at the original frat party, she'd always been restrained in some way -- bent over something, strapped to some type of sex-bench, etc. I loving seeing her get to be so actively slutty as much as I loved it when she was restrained and passive.

His efforts looked to be reaching a crescendo, and Kara must have felt it, because she wailed, "Oh, yes! Do it! Do it! Fill that pussy up!"

Neal didn't say anything, or make the slightest noise, but his strokes suddenly became slow and deliberate, and I knew he was giving my wife what she'd asked for -- another load of cum splashing against the walls of her pussy.

Her first orgasm of the night engulfed her, her legs shaking and her head thrown back, as she yelled, "Fill it! Fill it! Fill it!"

Neal waited for her to finish. As she collapsed forward onto the daybed, he pulled out, releasing a small gush of cum onto the upholstery. He stood, patted her on the butt, said, "Damn, that was good," and walked over to his stack of neatly-folded clothes.

"Looks like somebody's getting sloppy fourths," teased Freddy as Trevor approached the daybed where Kara lay, still face-down.

Trevor shrugged, seeming not at all bothered by the thought of sticking his dick into a pussy that was already full cum from three other guys. "Just makes it nice and slippery."

He slapped Kara on the ass, exactly where Neal had patted her, and said, "My turn to get me some more Candy. Turn over."

She eagerly complied, rolling onto her back, and giving Trevor's erect cock an appreciative look. Anticipating his next order, she spread her legs wide in invitation.

"Fuck, yeah," he growled, as he climbed on to the bed. Without a moment's hesitation, he mounted my wife. His cock may not have been quite as big as the one she'd just enjoyed, but it was big enough to make her gasp at her forceful penetration.

Unlike Adam, Trevor ignored her breasts, all of his attention seemingly focused on energetically pounding away at Kara's pussy. She put her hands on his butt, and started to stroke it. Maybe that was too much like making love, because he shook his head, saying, "No, put your arms up."

Kara looked momentarily surprised, but did as requested.

Trevor took one of his hands and used it to hold her wrists together, her arms stretched out above her head.

Kara moaned and closed her eyes, and I knew she was enjoying herself. Being restrained, even by only a hand, fed into her love of bondage and domination. Just because tonight's theme was about her being an active participant didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy a taste of the helplessness she relished. Her arms being pinned didn't prevent her from being able to move her hips. And she did, rocking them, and rising up to meet his thrusts.

He varied his speed and technique, which was something I would not have expected from him. I figured he'd just bang away artlessly and get to his orgasm as quickly as possible. That said, it wasn't a particularly long time before he abruptly pulled out and stood up.

"Kneel," he barked, as he carefully stroked his cock.

Kara hurriedly rolled off of the daybed, then knelt at his feet. She opened her mouth, expecting him to want a blowjob. Trevor shook his head, pushed up on her chin, and closed her mouth almost gently.

She immediately caught on to what he wanted to do to her. She looked up at him and placed her arms submissively behind her slightly arched back, making her spectacular breasts even more prominent. She looked so damned sexy.

Every guy there watched intently as Trevor gave his cock a few more strokes, and then groaned quietly as he came.

What could only be described as a fountain of cum erupted onto her face, leaving a thick white string that ran from her nose, down over her closed lips, and onto her chin. He gave another stroke and a second stream landed on her forehead, and in her left eye, which she tightly closed. Adjusting his aim, a third and final spurt covered her right cheek.

Not content to leave his deposits where they landed, he used the head of his dick to smear the milky fluid across her lips, coating them completely. The puddle he'd made on her cheek, he smeared around, up onto the bridge of her nose and almost into her right eye, which unlike the left, was still open.

She held her pose as Trevor -- and the rest of the group -- admired his handiwork.

"Damn, the prettier they are, the more I like giving them a nice faceful of cum," he said.

"Interesting," said Neal, looking at Trevor thoughtfully. "No doubt some subconscious desire to show them that while they may be proud of their beauty, to you that beauty is just a canvas for you to soil with the external physical expression of your own pleasure."

Trevor laughed, "Shit, professor, I always thought it was just because girls look hot with cum on their faces."

"Yes, surely," Neal said. "But the deeper question is why --"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," growled Mort. "Who the fuck cares why he likes to jizz on bitch's faces?"

"Yeah," Freddy chimed in, "Can't it just be hot?"

Neal opened his mouth to reply, paused, then closed it and shook his head, realizing that maybe this wasn't the right time for an intellectual debate. Or the right audience.

"The real question," said Adam, "is, dude, how long you been savin' that up?"

"No time at all. Shit, I could give her just as much tomorrow," Trevor boasted with a grin.

He tilted his head. "Huh. Maybe I will. I'm in town for a couple more days. What's your rate for, you know, some one-on-one time?"

Startled by the question, Kara tilted her head forward, causing a drop of cum to fall onto her breast.

She opened her mouth, unconsciously licking some of the cum off of her lips. Clearing a little bit of it out of her eye, she blinked a few times, then said, "Um, sure. I don't do business in the middle of a party, but you've got my email address."

It was my turn to be startled. When we'd talked about this, we'd both considered her playing the whore to be a one-time thing. Was she just smoothly avoiding his question, or had I unwittingly done some additional "unleashing" of my slutty little wife?

Mort

Trevor's fun concluded, Mort said loudly, "My turn, slut."

There were a couple of towels stacked neatly on a low table next to the daybed, and Kara reached to pick one up.

"No, leave it," he barked, referring to the layer of cum that she'd wanted to wipe off of her face. Trevor laughed, and Mort gave him a wink.

He was sitting in one of the chairs that had been turned to face the daybed, and was maybe ten feet away. Kara started towards him, but she'd only taken a single step when he growled, "No, not like that," and she stopped, staring at him.

"Get down on the ground."

She hesitated for a second, then, without breaking eye contact, she carefully got down on all fours.

"That's right, Candy. Just like that. Now, crawl on over here like a good little bitch."

"Hey, man," I said. "Just because she's a sex-worker doesn't mean you don't treat her with respect."

"Sex-worker?" He gave a disparaging laugh. "She's a fuckin' whore. I paid good money, I'm gonna treat her like one."

I expected my wife to be outraged, but instead I saw the little quiver she makes sometimes when she's super turned-on. I still didn't like his attitude, but it was obviously working for her, and wasn't that the whole point of tonight? I gave him a glare, but let it be.

She started crawling as he unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid dick out, letting it hang there, obviously waiting for her mouth.

"Yeah, look what I got for you," he said as she approached. "Be a good little cock-sucker and get it ready for you."

She did.

Now hard, he commanded, "Turn around."

She did that too, and he reached down and poked at the sparkly-red base of the butt-plug."This is in my way."

She lowered her face and chest onto the rug, then reached back and spread her cheeks wide with her hands.

Mort took a firm grip on the butt-plug's base, and I could see that she was trying to relax to make its removal easier. It had to have been getting uncomfortable after the many hours she'd had it inside her, not to mention having it in while the other guys fucked her.

To my surprise, instead of pulling it out swiftly, he slowly worked it out of her rear hole. The plug she'd chosen for tonight had a bulbous knob on the end big enough that even when removed slowly, it had to be painful. It popped free, and she gasped in relief.

Once again, Mort told her to turn around, and when she did, he held it inches from her face, his expectation clear.

I saw her make a rare expression of distaste, and she shook her head firmly. "Do all guys watch too much porn? Because that's not happening."

She looked at the rest of the guys as she continued, "I don't have many rules, but here's a big one. Despite all the prep-work I do to be very clean back there, once it's been in my ass, it does NOT go back in my mouth or my pussy. And that applies whether it's your dick, your finger, or a toy."

Somebody made an "aww" noise, and she repeated, "Does. Not. Go. Back. In."

This time there were just nods.

After she told me more about her time with Damon, I understood that her setting boundaries like this was an important part of her taking back control of her sexual experiences. I'd been proud of how sexy my wife was tonight, but I was even more proud of her for standing up for herself.

Mort looked disappointed, but he tossed the plug aside and proceeded to the next step, which was putting her in his chosen position through a combination of directions and manhandling.

She wound up looking at the ceiling, with her head and her shoulders on the carpet. Her ass was sticking up in the air, and against the front of the sofa. Kara's legs were bent back with her knees next to her head, and almost touching the carpet.

"Pile-driver. Nice," said Freddy, and both Trevor and Pablo nodded their approval of his choice.

I had made sure to discreetly place some bottles of lube here and there in the room, and Mort, showing more sense than I'd expected, reached for one and applied a generous quantity to his hard dick.

He stepped over her, one leg on each side of her body, his cock directly above her completely accessible rear entrance. Mort squatted over her, pushed his dick down to get the head nested against her tight little ring.

"All right, slut. Time to get your ass reamed good," Mort boasted.

Kara let out a slow breath as he began to push. A butt-plug does help prepare her for anal sex, but it can only do so much, and this was going to hurt at first. The steady pressure slowly worked the tip of his dick into her ass, and she grimaced as the head finally popped all the way in. Mort's cock wasn't huge. I estimated it at six or seven inches. It was, however, quite thick. When it comes to dimensions, that's the one for Kara to worry about since it's going in her ass.

"There, that wasn't too hard, was it."

Kara didn't respond, and he leaned down and slapped her left tit.

"Was it?" he asked again.

This time she shook her head, and whispered, "No."

"Now the good part."

Kara shrieked as he flexed his knees, using the weight of his body to skewer her with the remaining six inches of his shaft in one savage thrust. I'd been expecting him to work it in, and obviously so had she.

She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as he actually placed a little of his weight onto her, his hairy thighs resting on her ass-cheeks. He kept his cock buried deep in her ass like that while she took quick breaths through her nose -- her mouth still closed, lower lip between her teeth.

Mort waited for her to open her eyes, then he raised his body up, withdrawing almost all of his cock, then began moving up and down, pistoning his thick cock in and out of her asshole, causing her feet to bounce up and down in midair. It was actually pretty impressive, since while Mort wasn't what you'd consider ancient, he was definitely not young.

Each time he drove his cock into her, she would whimper, but I noticed that it wasn't long before her whimpers turned into moans of pleasure. Her hands were free tonight, something that wasn't always the case, and she took advantage of that freedom to play with her breasts, squeezing them and pulling both nipples.

"Fuck, yeah," exclaimed Trevor. "Look at her play with her titties."

Mort started fucking her faster, and Kara used one hand to reach up and start rubbing her clit. Her moans got louder and louder -- obviously Mort wasn't the only one excited by his rough plundering of her tight ass.

"I think you're enjoying this too much, bitch," he taunted. "Maybe I should stop."

"Oh, no, don't. Don't stop. I'm so close," she whined.

He slowed a little, and said, "Please don't stop what?"

I watched, fascinated. Would she humiliate herself by asking him to keep abusing her ass?

"Reaming my poor little ass," she panted. So... yes. She would.

He stopped moving, the tip of his cock just inside her, and growled, "Beg, you little whore."

She rubbed her clit even faster as she wailed, "Please fuck my ass. Oh, please fuck it hard. Fuck my whore ass. Please, please."

"What else do you want me to do, whore?" he asked, mockingly.

I didn't know just what he wanted to hear, but my wife did. "Come in my ass. Please fill my ass with your hot cum."

He thrust the rest of his cock back into her, and she moaned a "thank you", but then once again he withdrew it most of the way and held it there. A couple of the guys laughed as she tried in vain to raise herself up and get more of it back inside her.

His tone and expression scornful, Mort asked, "And what are you after you take my load in your ass?"

"I'll be... a slut."

I guess that wasn't the answer he was looking for, because he remained motionless, waiting. Kara took a few seconds to realize her answer hadn't satisfied him, then she frantically started searching for the answer he wanted.

"I'll be a dirty slut! I'll be a filthy little cum slut!"

None of those did it either, and Kara moaned in frustration, still rapidly rubbing herself.

He smiled a superior smile. "Whose filthy little slut will you be?"

Kara shook her head, refusing to give him the answer he wanted.

Still smiling, he reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from her clit.

She whined, then her words burst forth in a wail. "Mort's! I'll be Mort's filthy little slut!"

He laughed, having gotten his answer, but he wasn't quite done yet. "And what will I own?"

"My ass! You'll own my ass! It'll be yours."

Still not letting her touch herself, he used his free hand to slowly tease her clit, making her moan in pleasure and frustration.

"If it's mine, that means I can fuck it whenever I want." He made it a statement, not a question.

"Yes, anytime. Any. Time," she panted.

He waited, continuing to tease her clit, keeping her excited but unsatisfied.

Kara's voice pleading, she said,"I'll give you my phone number, oh, god, I swear I will. Call me and I'll meet you anywhere you want me to. Just fuck me!"

He let go of her hand, and it flew back to her clit and resumed its furious rubbing.

"What about my friends?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Bring your friends! I'll let them all fuck my ass!"

Mort laughed, and began drilling my wife's rear entrance even more savagely than before.

I'm not sure if it was being made to beg and demean herself, or him laughing at her when she did, but it only took a dozen thrusts before she screamed something completely incoherent and arched her back, almost raising her shoulders up off the carpeting. Her entire body seemed to convulse as a huge orgasm tore through her.

"Fuuuck," grunted Mort, as in the middle of her orgasm, he pressed down as hard as he could, almost resting all of his weight on her. With his cock buried as far as it could go, he rocked his hips back and forth as he filled my wife's ass with his cum.

Fully spent, he pulled out, leaving her asshole gaping open. I watched, fascinated, as it started to slowly close.

"Gotta go clean off the old dick," Mort announced, to no one in particular, making, Neal roll his eyes.

He took a step towards the bathroom, then turned back and commanded, "Don't move until that butthole puckers all the way closed. I don't want you to let any of my jizz run out, you understand?"

She didn't move, obeying his order, or maybe just wiped out from his harsh treatment and her intense orgasm.

I looked at my wife, sprawled awkwardly against the sofa, her face covered with slowly-drying cum from one stranger, and her ass full of cum from yet another, and thought about how that whole scene had been incredibly hot.

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It wasn't until Mort returned from the bedroom that Kara finally got up, although I don't think it actually took her that long to recover. I was pretty sure that she'd waited because she wanted to show Mort that she'd heeded his instruction.

She kind of shook herself, and then came over to me.

"Do you still want me?" she asked quietly, her voice casual, just the party girl doing her job.

However, the somewhat out-of-place sounding "still", and the worry in her eyes, told me what she was really asking. My slutty wife needed some reassurance that she hadn't been too slutty just now. Even after all the kinky, submissive, depraved things I'd seen her do over the last few months, she still had moments of insecurity.

"Oh, Candy, you know I do," I said heartily. The day I didn't would never come. "But, no, that blowjob you gave me was as far as I go."

I lightly toucher her on the upper arm as I added, "I love my wife."

Her fears that she'd crossed some line in our marriage dispelled, she smiled, gave me an exaggerated shrug that made her boobs bounce nicely, and said, "Ok then. Your loss, sailor."

She turned away from me and headed towards the bedroom, only to be stopped by Mort. "Hey. You owe me a phone number. Gonna have a lot more fun with you, chicky."

He couldn't really think she'd been serious about that. I waited for Kara to laugh and move past him.

"Um, I don't have any paper," she said, looking meaningfully down at her nakedness.

"Don't worry," Mort said, as he gave her nipple a light flick. "I got a great memory."

She leaned in, whispered in his ear, then continued on into the bedroom, her time role-playing as Candy the prostitute done.

The Next Day

After Kara had left the party, it evolved -- or maybe devolved -- into a poker game. By the time it wrapped up, and I made my way home, Kara was sound asleep. She'd written me a little note. "I'm sorry, honey, I wanted to wait up for you, but super tired. Wake me when you get in."

I knew she meant it, but I also knew that she'd had an exhausting night. I slid quietly into our bed, kissed her forehead as gently as possible, and was myself asleep in seconds.

❖ ❖ ❖

When I woke up, Kara's side of the bed was empty, and I knew she was already out for her morning run. I lay there thinking about last night. Kara going off into the bedroom with Justin. Her performance with Mort.

Her behavior when Mort was fucking her ass had really surprised me. Not the anal sex part, I knew she liked that, but her allowing him to treat her the way he had. I really had been expecting her to call a halt to things. Even if it meant outing myself as her husband, I'd been ready to step in. Instead, beyond just allowing it, she'd been very excited by it.

I thought about it some more, and it dawned on me that there was a pattern. This wasn't the first time she'd been almost shockingly slutty -- she'd really enjoyed how rudely my old frenemy Finn had treated her.

So first Finn, and now Mort. When had she been at her most depraved and submissive? Not with the guys who were the roughest or the most creative sadists. No, it was with the ones who had shown her the least respect.

Obviously there were still some facets of my wife's personality that I didn't completely understand.

I was still musing, when Kara returned from her run. "I need a quick shower," she yelled, throwing me an air-kiss as she zoomed through the bedroom and into the bathroom.

An impressively short time later, she came back, freshly-scrubbed, and gloriously naked. She carried a small towel, which she placed on her pillow to protect it from her still-damp hair as she crawled into bed next to me.

"How was last night?" I asked.

Her face lit up. "Oh, my god, it was amazing," she gushed. "You were right, it was a very fun change of pace to get to be flirty and seductive. I love being roped up and just fucked, but having a little more control of things last night was fun too."

"I'm really happy to hear that, babe."

Looking a little bit more serious, she asked, "So... my going off and fucking Justin... how are you feeling about that?"

"Well," I said, "to be honest, I did miss being there." She made a small frown, and I hastened to continue. "But it was also much more exciting than I'd expected it to be. In a different way, sure, but still exciting."

"That is so good to hear," she said, smiling. "I enjoyed how naughty it felt to be alone with him, but I was worried that you would be bothered by it, despite giving me the go-ahead."

"I found that imagining what you were doing was kind of a turn-on," I confessed. "And the suspense was sort of deliciously painful, if that makes any sense?"

"Yeah, it does, it does." I presume that means you want to hear every dirty little detail?" she asked coquettishly.

I nodded, and she grinned, wrapped her hand around my semi-hard cock, and said, "Now?"

"Umm," I breathed, trying to focus as her hand stroked and teased me. "Not just yet maybe? I kind of wanted to talk about you and Mort."

Her hand stopped moving, which was good for my ability to concentrate, but bad in every other way.

"I was surprised when you didn't --"

"Yeah," she said, "if a guy acted like that at, say, The Keep, I'd have been outraged. But somehow, the way Mort was treating me just felt right."

Looking a little embarrassed, she added. "More than right. It was so damned hot."

"Just because you surprise me doesn't mean I don't support you," I said, trying to reassure her. "I love you being slutty, I'm just trying to look out for you." I wanted to add, like Damon didn't, but that was probably better left unspoken.

She said, "I know. You've been caring without being controlling, and I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate you trying to strike that balance."

"That's good to hear." Wow, really good. I'd been pretty sure I was failing, since I was kind of learning as I went.

Looking thoughtful, she said, "I'm still trying to understand just why that was all so hot myself." She chewed her lip for a minute. "He was paying for me, and that made me feel a little dirtier than usual." She gave a little shiver of delight.

"Maybe some of it was the age thing? I'm not a girl with daddy-issues, but there is that subconscious association of age with authority." She was quiet for a few seconds. "All I know is that the worse he treated me, the sluttier I felt, and the hotter I got."

I smiled at her. "Maybe bad boys just rev your engine."

She grinned, and her hand resumed teasing my cock. "I guess maybe they do."

"Mort's going to be pretty disappointed when he calls whatever bogus phone number you gave him."

"Oh," she said archly, "did I give him a fake number?"

Before I could react, she ducked her head under the covers, and I felt her warm, wet mouth engulf my hard cock.

Kara's next adventure will take place when she joins her friend Tawny for some fun at Comic-Con in The Tawny Chronicles story Tawny and the Comic-Con Team-Up.