Ch. 04.2 - My Wife Gets Gangbanged

My stories weave deeper as the chapter progresses, with twists and love as a journey. Thank you all for reading and the comments thus far. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. For those haters, I actually don't know why you're even here. Your comments only made me laugh more.

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A week later...

It was a quiet Friday night with no crazy... plans or events in our mind. Just us, cuddling in the bed after a steamy session.

"I still can't believe you actually let a stranger fuck you," I murmured, voice low with a teasing tone.

"Why? Did you... mind? I thought that's what you would've wanted or... desired." A slight worried expression revealed across Jen's face.

"Oh, no no! Absolutely not. Yes, it's... incredibly sexy and it... turns me on... a lot." I gently stroked her face, admiring her beauty even after having her beside me all these years.

Jen's tension eased, relieved that she didn't do something that had upset me. "What about... letting him cum in me, hmm?" She whispered while holding my gaze.

I groaned at the thought of a stranger who came inside of her. My wife. "Fuuuck..."

She grinned, brushing her fingers lazily down my chest. "I thought so... was it the stranger or was it him cumming inside of me?"

Her hands reached my cock where the answer was obvious -- erected and hard for her again. Jen leaned into my ears and whispered with a sultry tone. "Or perhaps... both?"

Ugggh... this woman of my life...

A pause stretched between us after her tease before I asked, "So... how did it feel? Being used by your trainer and a complete stranger right outside of your home?"

She hesitated. "It kinda scared the hell out of me, to be honest. I panicked when I realised we're just right outside." Her voice tinged with hesitation and concern, but as she looked up at me, that slow sultry smile spread across her flawless face. "But... I enjoyed the fuck. The thrill of being exposed, outside, the idea of just being taken like some..."

"Cheap whore?" I finished for her, sensing her slight hesitation.

She giggled softly and her smile widened into a wicked grin, eyes now filled with lust. "Oh you would like that, don't you?" She whispered. "And what if I tell you, it did feel that way. Like I was just picked up off the streets and... used."

She paused for a moment, eyes staring right at me with lust.

"And I fucking like it."

I let out a raspy breath, choked and groaned out loud. "But... you're still my wife--not some street whore. And... even if you do become one..." I reached down and squeezed her tits, "you're my whore."

She giggled, feeling my hard cock pressing against her thigh. "Mmm... filthy words always do this to us, don't they?"

She pulled back suddenly, her gaze narrowing with amusement. "Wait--did you just say you wanted me to become a whore?"

"Err... n-no. I mean... not really," I fumbled on my words. "Just meant that, even if you did, you would still be mine. No matter what."

Her eyes sparkled. "Nuh-uh. I heard it. You said 'become a whore'." She leaned in close, whispered as her fingers wrapped around my shaft. "Tell me, did you mean it?"

"I... fuck--yesss..."

"Hmm...," her voice soft, dripping with seduction. "Does the idea of your young, pretty wife sleeping around and getting fucked by men--strangers, turn you on that much?"

I looked into her eyes, breath hitched. "Y-yesss... but... only if you enjoy it too... that's what makes it real."

There was a pause.

The air laced thick with lust.

"And... if I told you...," she slither against my body, her soft tender skin brushing against mine, sending waves of electricity through my body. Her voice, right next to my ear. "I do? That, I'm enjoying this more than I expected?"

My cock twitched in her hand.

She grinned, satisfied at my reaction. "I'm just saying," pulling my hand over her bare tits. "If you want to continue this... debauchery fantasy of yours... I'm ready."

"Then that's the best thing I've ever heard," wrapping her tight into my arms as I kissed the curve of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "You're really getting into this, huh?"

She chuckled softly. "Enough to play out any fantasy of yours."

She tilted her head to meet my gaze.

"And yes, I'm starting to really enjoy being your slut wife."

--

"Yes, boss," the waiter reported over the call.

"How did it go?"

"Exactly as planned, sir. Better, even."

"Good, good. And how was it?"

"G-god... Sir, she's in-incredible. That body, that energy and how she... Ugh... And..."

"And what? Tell me."

"S-she... let me finish inside her."

A deep grunt of approval came through the other end. "Mmm, good lord."

"I didn't think a woman like her... so elegant, refined and... exquisite, could be such a filthy little treat. I crave for more."

A low chuckle of satisfaction. "She's addictive, isn't she?"

"Yes sir, very much so."

There was a pause.

"Perhaps, it's time. You might hear back from me again, hopefully soon."

"Yes sir, anytime!" The waiter beamed at the sound of it.

--

Monday morning came and I was already at work but my thoughts were still entangled in the heat of those memories--Jen's body, her moans, the image of her trembling with orgasms.

Even as a man who sleeps beside her, does everything with her, admires her body and reaction for all these years, I can't get enough of her.

Every attempt at focusing my work draws me back to that intoxicating scene right outside of our house.

Such riskiness. Danger, in fact. What if neighbours saw it? What if someone we know came over? What if... so many "what ifs".

But god, it was hot. So. Fucking. Hot.

It's almost... no, not almost. It really is like watching your own private, explicit porn unfolding right before your eyes--except that my wife is that irresistible star of it.

Those words she uttered echoed through my mind, burning into my memory.

I... like getting fucked by strangers. And... yes, I want to... get fucked more often by... anyone.

I want men to pounce on me like an easy lay, fuck me anytime they want, any way they want, like the slut I am... and because my husband enjoys it so.

I let out an involuntary grunt.

A little too loud.

"Shaun, bro, you good?" Daniel's voice came, snapping me back. "You've been spacing out all morning."

"H-huh? Oh--yeah, yeah," I stammered. "Just... it's nothing."

Daniel's raised eyebrow says he wasn't buying it. The both of us had become close over the years--almost brothers.

"Alright, man. Just lemme know if you need anything. I mean, anything."

"S-sure, thanks."

Daniel hesitated a moment then carefully asked, "Speaking of, how's Jenny?"

I saw a tint of blush across his face and only began to notice it now.

"Jen?" I replied casually. "She's doing great. Working out a lot, toning certain... areas, but yeah, very good. Why do you ask?"

I watched as Daniel shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "O-oh. I err... Good to hear that. T-that's good."

I smiled as I enjoyed watching his awkwardness. "Yeah, well, her trainer's been helping her out on the areas she wanted to work on, keeping them tight and firm..."

I smirked as I gave him a slight nudge. "If you know what I mean."

Daniel gulped nervously. "R-right... right. I'm sure she will look... even more a-amazing."

Wait... something felt off with Daniel. How did I not notice before?

Is he infatuated with Jen? Or had he always been the whole time?

It never occurred to me but now, the signs were clear--his nervous breakdown whenever he's near her, his stares, awkward shifts and more.

Intrigued, I decided to find out more. "Oh I'm sure of that. Her trainer makes sure of that too. Cause he can't stop staring when focusing on those specific areas." I chuckled.

"Her trainer is a... he? And... parts of her... body?" Daniel stuttered, mentally trying to shake away the visuals forming in his mind.

"Well yeah, I mean there aren't any female trainers in that gym. And of course, a beautiful one always draws attention."

Unsettled, Daniel's curiosity could barely be contained now. "You mentioned parts of her... body--never mind, sorry. Shouldn't have pry further."

"Dude, what are you talking about? We always do this, don't we? Together with Rob, Neil and Mike."

"Yeah, but that's different! Those were ladies whom we don't even know!"

Yes, the group of us occasionally indulge ourselves in exchanging comments and dirty talks about the ladies that got our attention--as all men do.

"Ok fine, yes but just think of Jen as a woman you saw the other day at the bar then." I tried reassuring him.

"But she isn't! She's my best friend's wife, for goodness sake!" Daniel had an alarmed expression that I read as a mixture of frustration and excitement. If I hadn't known him better, behind that facade hides the real perverse he had but struggles to restrain those thoughts.

I can't help but find it amusing knowing what he really felt. "I understand that Danny, but I'm telling you--it's ok. I'm fine with it! Just for once, don't think of her as being just your best friend's wife. She's a woman. A hot one as a matter of fact--at least she is to me."

I leaned closer to him and stared into his eyes. "Or are you telling me you don't think she's hot? You don't have dirty thoughts about Jen?"

"N-no! O-of course I do! I-I mean..." Daniel shot back almost instantly, then realising that he might have admitted it too quickly. "Who doesn't, you know? I'm not the only one."

"I know. I hear that a lot. Even from her trainer. So yes, it's fine. Just tell me. I wanna hear it." I gave a strong pat to his back to give him that assurance again.

He stared back at me with a genuine concern, thinking if I'm crazy or just really not bothered by it.

Hesitantly, he cautiously pressed on. "You sure?"

"Yes, Danny. Plus, you're a close friend to both me and Jen. Nothing you say will offend us. What was it that you wanted to say?"

Daniel looked away and muttered softly. "This is fucking crazy...," then turned back at me.

"F-fine, fine! Look, I don't know if you know but Jenny is fucking hot, ok? And I don't mean just... any type of hot. Sometimes when you aren't around, the guys and I are just swearing how amazing she looks."

My cock stirred hearing that.

"Like what? Tell me."

His breathing quickened and swallowed audibly. "L-like... well, I mean how... Erm..."

"Spit it out already!" I was trying my best to hold back from showing my excitement and lust.

Because I know the guys don't hold back when they see a woman they enjoyed ogling.

Daniel's expression torn, he paused for a long moment and sighed heavily. "Jenny ranks first in the list of woman the guys would love to fuck. A-and... I... me too."

I swallowed hard.

The guys wanted to fuck her. Like... really fuck her. My friends wanted to fuck my wife.

I met his gaze calmly. "Really? That's what the guys said? That's how you feel too?"

Daniel just gently nodded, wondering if admitting it verbally would offend me more.

"Sorry, Shaun. I--we shouldn't have felt or think of Jen this way--"

"No no, don't apologise. In fact, I find it flattering. I'm sure Jen would feel that way too. To be ranked at the highest amongst all the women we ogle, I mean--wow." I interrupted him.

"Really?" His voice cracked in a high pitch tone. "You don't m-mind?"

I decided to push further. I was curious to know exactly what the guys said about Jen.

What they wanted to do to her.

How they are lusting after her.

"No, I really don't mind. Jen enjoys the attention a lot too," I smirked.

I was hard now. My mind filled with lust.

"So," I leaned back in my seat and asked casually. "Tell me. How are you imagining taking Jen if you had the chance?"

He blinked in disbelief.

"W-wha... what?"

"I said, how would you..." I paused momentarily before continuing. "Fuck Jen?"

Gulped...

"I..." Daniel shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he sported a tent in his pants. "I-I shouldn't think of my best friend's wife that way."

"You mean, you don't jerk off to Jen? Or you won't fuck Jen if you had the chance?" I pushed further, provoking him on.

Daniel adjusted more in his seat, pulling his pants slightly for his sporting erection.

"I..."

I know he does. Probably more than I could've imagined.

"What's that scene you imagined in your mind as you jerk off to her?" my voice cracked a little, unable to hide away my excitement any longer.

"I-I... imagined... fucking her in your house while you're away," Daniel exhaled shakily. "Bending her over the couch and fucked her from behind."

I swallowed visibly.

Nothing crazy with the scene.

But imagining your best friend in your house fucking your wife while you're away. Having full access to her body any time, any way he wants it.

That's fucking hot.

The confession hung thickly between us, the thrill charged the air. "So you've fantasized. For how long now?"

Daniel hesitated for a moment before another confession. "S-since the day... I saw her."

"Wow."

It shouldn't be a surprise. And I wasn't upset.

Excited actually.

Knowing someone so close to us had lusted after Jen for so long. Imagine every moment they met, he could be ogling at her.

The way she dressed.

The curves of her body.

Her assets.

The scene in my mind is now giving me a mental orgasm.

"Damn," I murmured, genuinely amused and aroused. "You've hidden that well. Too well..."

He looked anxious, watching my movements with caution. "Y-You're really not upset?"

"No. Why would I? Jen's my pride. Like a trophy--not objectifying, but admiring. It makes me feel good knowing men desire her."

He laughed nervously, visibly relieved. "Honestly, I thought you'd punch me for admitting it."

I chuckled quietly and patted his back again. "Relax, Daniel. We all have fantasies and dirty thoughts about a woman we desire. Jen's no different. I bet many men had fantasized about her in many different ways."

Daniel let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his body slowly relaxing back into the chair. The flush in his cheeks lingered, but the tension in his shoulders softened.

Now, how should the scene unfold? Would Jen be ok with it too?

Things would probably not be the same again with Daniel.

--

I unlocked the door and stepped in.

"Babe, I'm home!" I called out.

Moments later, Jen slid into view like an angel. The evening glow spilled over her, catching the sheer white silk of her nightgown.

Beneath it, her crimson laced bra and matching g-string hinted visually like a sin.

The way she dressed left little to imagine.

The swell on her chest, pushed high with ample cleavage.

The curves, framed by the gown clinging to her body.

Her flawless slender legs flowing down, fully bare.

O-oh, god... wow.

She glided closer, hips swaying and greeted me with a soft, sultry voice. "Heyyy... welcome home! Tired?"

Her fingers slithered down my chest softly. "Let me help you unwind."

"Mmm... sounds like the perfect way to end the day," I said, eyes still flowing up and down, drinking in this seductress. "I honestly wouldn't mind coming home to this every night."

"Oh?" She stepped in closer, lips brushing near my ear. "And... what would you like to see me do in it?"

The heat from earlier, reignited. "Maybe... bent over the couch..."

"That g-string pulled halfway down and..." The scene Daniel imagined, flashed through my mind.

She grinned, voice dripping lower and velvety now. "And? Fucked by a cock?"

I nodded.

"Yours..." Her eyes shimmered with wicked naughtiness. "Or someone else's, hmm?"

I let out a guttural groan.

"You would like to see another man -- a stranger -- in our house, bending your wife over the couch and fucking her like the little slut she is?"

Fuuuck...

She knelt down and my belt came off in a second with my pants dropped as she fished out my already hardened member.

Her tender fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking in slow, reverent fluid motion.

"My husband's cock is soo hard thinking about strangers fucking his wife," She whispered close to my cock, her warm breath against my skin. "In any way they want... right in our home."

She stuck out her tongue, eyes on me as she licked from the bottom of my shaft slowly up to the tip.

"While you watch." And she engulfed my cock in her sweet, warm mouth.

But she maintained her eyes on me -- those dangerous, seductive gaze.

Gllg... Grgh... Ugh...

My cock twitched in her hand. And I knew how this night would end.

And it did.

Entangled on the couch, her body curled in my embrace, I ran a slow hand along the curve of her hip. "You know," I began. "I found out today that Daniel's been secretly lusting after you."

She blinked. "Daniel? He... what?"

"Yeah, surprised?" I said with a grin. "I should've known -- the signs were clear back then. I just didn't expect it I guess."

Jen pushed herself up, looking at me with amusement. "Daniel lusted for me? Seriously?"

I nodded. "Dead serious."

She let the idea sink in for a little before giving a soft laugh. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised." Collapsing back onto my chest, her eyes drifted to the ceiling.

"And what if I tell you that the others were lusting as well?"

"You mean, Rob, Neil and Mike?" She glanced at me.

"Mmhmm. They err... actually had a ranking list of women they wanna fuck." I chuckled at their childishness.

I let that sit for a moment.

"And... do I even have a chance to rank in their list?" She asked finally.

"A chance? Babe, you ranked top in the entire list!" I exclaimed with pride and excitement.

Her body shudders silently, and she lets out a breathy laugh. "Oh please, you're kidding. You guys practically ogled hundreds of women and you're saying I rank top. Not gonna believe that."

"I'm serious. That's what Daniel said. They even exchange filthy ideas and thoughts about you whenever I'm away."

Her only response was a soft chuckle. I was certain it was getting to her now.

"Do you want me to prove it to you? Or better yet, they prove it to you?" I murmured that almost too quickly.

How would she react to that? She just crossed the line of playing so close to home and now I'm encouraging her to play within the friends circle?

Her voice dipped low, with some hesitation. "Hmm... Is my filthy husband fantasizing about his co-workers gangbanging his wife now?"

She caught me.

She always knew what I was thinking.

Her eyes flicked down, noticing my hardened cock again.

"I knew it," she whispered. "Your heart's racing. And he's up again." Nodding towards my crotch.

Her fingers creeped downwards from my abdomen, right above my crotch.

In a fluid motion, her fingers wrapped gently around my shaft, rotating like a pro.

"So, tell me baby... Is that what you want, hmm? Do you want your co-workers to fuck me?"

"I... if it happens, I won't stop it."

"Ahh... Should they... fuck me right in front of you or..." She tightened her grip around my shaft. "Perhaps, they have me for a night -- like a whore wife -- and fuck me however they want?"

FUCK...

Daniel's scene flashed through my mind again...

"Hmm?" She tilted her head, brows arched.

"YESSSS..." I grunted.

She crossed over, body to body, my cock pressing against her wet slit, lips close to my ear dripping with lust. "Yes... what? Your co-workers can fuck me anytime? Or yes, that any man can have me for themselves for a night?"

I shivered.

Her words took me away. This woman...

I nodded frantically.

And she knew what it meant.

Her lips parted, expression in half mockery, half... almost genuine. "I see. So... any man who lusts after me can have a night? To fuck me?"

I jerked hard and adjusted my cock to pierce right into her cunt.

"AHHH! OH FUCK!" She screamed at the sudden intrusion.

I smirked. "If that thought gets you wet and horny, then yes. I want every one of them to see, feel and enjoy what I have."

Jen let out a laugh, biting her lips. "God, you're so twisted. And somehow that made me love you so much more."

"Maybe," I pulled her down to kiss her deeply. "But you're just as twisted as I am. We're a perfect match. And I love every inch of you."

She smiled, agreeing.

Because we knew -- that night, we had already crossed that line. Together.

--

A couple of nights later, we had another steamy, breathless session when Jen finally spoke up.

That night, would be the one that stripped away every last barrier and hesitation we had.

The sex was great. Marvelous, as always.

But something else still lingered -- hunger.

"So," she rested on my body, her cheeks just over my heart. " How should we proceed? What... how do we make it real?"

I knew she had thought about it for days now. Whatever we decided on, it wasn't on impulse.

We both considered, with our hearts and mind.

"We need to plan it ahead. We don't force it. Let it happen naturally--with you leading it."

She nodded in agreement. "But..." she added, letting me know there was a concern on her mind.

"If I'm going to let it happen," I said slowly. "It has to be someone we trust. Someone who knows and plays by our rules--keep you safe."

"Alvin."

That name hung between us, thick with understanding and consent.

"I thought the same too."

A hungry smile spread across her lips.

"I think he would be perfect..." Her voice purred.

She began slithering on my body, her breath raspier and she leaned over to kiss me with hunger.

She's a woman in heat.

"I want it," She whispered against my lips. "I want you to see me change. To become it..."

Her lips parted like she wanted to say more, but I kissed her first, slow and deep, as I claimed her.

"Let me talk to him and have it arranged."

She nodded. And in that moment, we knew.

We weren't just playing with fire anymore.

We were feeding it.

--

A month later...

"Hey Sparky. Looking good today huh?" Jen remarked as she entered the gym, glowing more than usual as the post-confession confidence radiated effortlessly through her form.

"Hey, gorgeous! Thanks, you look... extraordinary," Alvin replied playfully. "Each time I see you, you just seem to... glow even more. More beautiful than ever." His eyes lingered for a second too long, worshipping this woman in ways her body and character flowed in unison.

Her teal sports bra barely held her ample chest in as it revealed a lot of her cleavage with the low cut top.

Her mid-thigh gym pants accentuated her curves as it wrapped around her body like a second skin. It fits so perfectly on her that one could vividly see the shape formed by her labia.

She was absolutely magnetic.

The gym wasn't full today. There were only 5 guys working on different stations, each of them seemingly distracted when Jen walked in.

They went about their usual workout routine as planned, letting things flow naturally.

Moments later, Alvin's phone rang and he stepped away to answer the call.

"Hey, maybe you can take a break or perhaps try out a few other stations as well. This call is important, I need to get it sorted first."

"Oh, ok sure," Jen smiled as Alvin disappeared to a corner of the gym.

She looked around and noticed how the guys were already ogling her in different ways and forms.

That sent a tremble down her spine.

Not with fear.

But with excitement.

Let's see how it goes then...

She casually approached a station which she had trouble working with in the past, and started at it.

Each time she lifted the weights, her body arches like a perfect S-shape--Her heaving chest protruded out as her midriff tucked in, revealing her toned abs. Her bums would perch out in a fluid round shape down to her slender thighs, like a meticulously sculpted piece of art.

As she lowered it down, the weights caused an involuntary bounce to her chest -- so soft and succulent.

Drops of sweat slid down along her cheeks -- that pretty face of hers looked incredibly tantalizing with her lips parting as she exhaled.

The young man working on the same station beside her couldn't stop stealing glances at her body.

And she knows.

That makes it even more exciting.

But just as before, she began to struggle after a few lifts.

"Ungh..." a soft strain escaped from her, that may have also sounded like a moan.

Right before she buckled and lost grip of the weight, she felt a sudden warmth engulfing behind her, the weights weightless.

It was the young man.

"Are you... alright?" The voice, strong and deep, felt near her ear.

Jen could only manage a nod.

Because she felt it.

Something poking at her bum from behind.

She stifled a moan from escaping, but she didn't move--didn't react either.

Neither did the young man. As if he didn't want to.

After setting the weight down, he remained still behind her -- indulging in this fleeting moment -- his hands resting on her waist.

Without making it obvious, Jen leaned back slightly, deepening the physical contact, making it even more undeniably arousing.

Just then, a looming shadow appeared beside them as a tall bulky man stood there, admiring her from the side.

Jen looked over and realised it was the same man Alvin had told her about -- the one who had groped his client.

A soft gasp escaped from her.

Her arousal spiked.

"Need more help, gorgeous?" The tall bulky man smirked, eyeing her up and down. "You look like you can barely stand still," he added, noticing how she was leaning onto the young man.

"O-oh, no I... I'm fin--" Jen spoke softly but was cut off by the bulky man's sudden move.

His left hand pressed against her back, firmly bending her forward, while his right arm daringly stretched across her chest as though supporting her.

But his fingers were already wandering carelessly, deliberately -- gently massaging her soft tits beneath the sports bra.

"This position will be more comfortable for you. Less strain on your muscles... and you can relax while we hold you," the bulky man explained.

But the image... the scene -- it was wrong.

So wrongly right.

Jen's back arched as she bent forward, the tall bulky man holding her firmly in position, his hands held on her tits, while the young man's obvious tent pressed against her gym pants from behind. Her hands reached forward to balance herself, her head tilted to look at her assailants.

The kneading of her chest.

The distinct hardness pressing from behind.

The vulnerable lewd position she was in.

It was all too much for her.

"Unnnh..." She finally let out a soft moan.

Just then, another shadow appeared on her left. Jen turned around and saw his face -- Alvin.

"I left you alone for just a short while... and look at the position you're already in," he said with a satisfying grin.

"I..."

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Alvin pressed on.

He tugged her hands and tried to turn her around gently. The two men shifted with her movement -- hands and crotch never left her body, not even for a second.

Now facing Alvin, Jen could clearly see the large tent forming in his pants.

"What, getting turned on just watching me in this position with these men?" She smirked.

"God... can you blame me?" Alvin's eyes flickered, soaking in the scene right in front of him. "This body... this view -- I bet all the men in this room right now want you."

Jen looked at him and turned to look around her -- all five men were surrounding her. Watching her.

Lusting for her.

Her breath quickened. Hitched.

He wanted me to take the lead...

She looked up again at Alvin and said the words -- the green light we agreed on.

"Then take me."

Alvin kneeled down, eyes at her level meeting her dazzling gaze. He could see the lust already building up.

But he needs to be sure.

For Jen, and for my sake.

"You sure, Jenny?" He whispered. "You don't have to cross the line if you aren't ready yet."

She smiled sweetly at his gesture, for caring and looking out for her even though he really didn't have to. At that moment, she knew we had chosen the right person to do this.

She knew she would be safe.

"Well, that line was already crossed that very night. He would love this--We both want it," she murmured. "I... need it."

That was all Alvin needed.

He stood up and dropped his gym shorts, revealing that lovely, huge eight inches of meat she had been dying to see again.

He inched closer, as though there was still some shred of hesitation left.

His large cock bounced just right in front of her face.

A gentle sweaty, musky smell swept across her face and she shivered.

His strong hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair in a commanding grip. As if responding instinctively, she reached for his thick shaft, lips parting wide to engulf his swollen head into her warm, wet mouth.

"Oooh fuuuck, Jenny..." Alvin groaned. "You're fucking hot."

The kneading grew stronger. Harder. Now, both hands on each tit.

A tongue licked across her shoulder up to her neck -- Someone, she didn't know who, was tasting her.

Jen felt fingers hooking onto her gym pants now and began tugging it down.

Her mind raced as it began to unfold.

She was soaking, her body burning, even as a flutter of nervousness coursed through.

Another set of fingers slid beneath her top, removing her sports bra to reveal her naked tits. The bulky man mauled her breasts this time, without reserve -- his thumbs brushing over her nipples until she moaned softly over Alvin's swollen tip.

"Unnh... Ahhh..."

"Fuck... you're absolutely gorgeous," the bulky man said. "Your tits are so naturally soft and heavy. This feels soo damn good."

Heightened by the scene, the air thick with lust, Alvin took control of the pace as he gripped both sides of Jen's head and began thrusting faster, deeper, harder -- driving himself relentlessly into her throat.

Gllgg... Glgg... Grgh... Ungh... Gllggg...

Wet, obscene sounds echoed in the room as Alvin used her mouth with abandon. He fucked her face as if it were her pussy -- lost in the heat of desire.

Jen's gym pants were tugged down to her knees, leaving her nearly naked in the middle of the gym room surrounded by horny, desperate men.

The young man dropped to his knees, inhaling a deep breath of her feminine scent like a drug.

"Fuuuuuck... this is heaven," he murmured, eyes locked on her wet, glistening sex. "What a beautiful, delicious pussy..."

Without hesitation, he dived in, tongue sliding over her folds as he explored her, savouring every drop of her taste.

"Ooooh, fuck! AhHH!" Jen screamed in ecstasy from all the touches by different men, across various parts of her body.

"Oh god, don't--AHH--don't stop--please--" she pleaded, eyes half-lidded, lost in the heat.

Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...

The young man continued tongue-fucking Jen's pussy aggressively as Jen began pushing back hard as well -- grinding against his face, pushing his tongue deeper in.

Just as quickly as Alvin's cock exited her mouth, another cock appeared and stuffed straight into her mouth.

The tongue on her pussy disappeared.

A bigger, harder tip was trying to push through her folds -- a cock.

She doesn't know who it was. And that adds even more thrill for her.

She's beginning to enjoy more and more on the idea of a stranger fucking her. Raw.

With a deep growl, the first man slid into her.

Jen gasped.

"Owhh (Oh)... wwoohh (god)..." her voice muffled with a cock fucking her throat.

She could feel every inch of the cock stretching her tight, wet pussy. And it sent her into overdrive.

Jen pushed back into him as the first man began to move, each thrust gaining intensity as more inches disappeared into her heat.

Smack... Whap... whap...

And within minutes, the first load exploded inside her -- waves of hot, powerful torrent blasting deep into her.

The first man pulled out, and the next one quickly lined up at her entrance.

This one was bigger. Thicker.

The unknown man scoped up some of the cream leaking from her and rubbed it against her folds, smearing it over and lubricating his swollen head.

"UNNNGH!" Jen moaned, the sound muffled by yet another cock filling her mouth.

Smack... Whap... whap...

The thrusting picked up pace quickly, his cock shoving in even deeper than the first.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, breathless gasps and different hands groping Jen's body.

Slap...

A sharp clap echoed through as one of the men smacked her tight smooth ass.

"OWWhhh!!!" She screamed, letting another cock out of her mouth.

The unknown man locked his arms around her and yanked her upright, while keeping his cock buried deep inside her.

Jen's stunning body and face were now fully exposed, for every man's eyes to feast on.

Her face reddened with lust, her cheeks messy and her lips slick with spit.

Her round and perfect tits stretched and jutted forward in all their glory, rising and falling with each breath.

Back arched, she looked like a masterpiece of God's. Not those skinny thin -- But elegantly toned, her flawless skin wrapped over her sculpted curves, creating that irresistible S-shape men could only dream about.

Wow...

Fuck...

Is she even real...?

Multiple groans and grunts filled the room -- so raw and primal.

With desperate hunger.

"Do you like being on display like this, huh?" The familiar voice cracked right against her ear.

It was Alvin.

It had been him all along.

Jen's eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and dazed, the realization hitting her in a wave. She gasped, body trembling.

"Uhh... y-yess..." Her voice was soft, barely audible.

"What? Say it. Say the whole thing," Alvin demanded.

Jen blinked, eyes widening as she drank in the sight. Every man was staring at her -- filled with lust, desperation, hunger, perversion.

And in that moment, something released inside her--like that final thread of resistance had snapped.

A perverse, sexy smile spread across her flushed face.

"I..." Her breath came faster, raspier. "I enjoyed being on full display... for every man who thirsted for me."

All the men cheered on.

She's the epitome of every man's dream -- a sex goddess.

Alvin turned her around, until she was facing the security camera in her full nakedness.

"Oh yeah? Even like this? Being recorded?" Alvin hissed. "Every man will now jerk off watching you being gang fucked by us."

Her body shuddered uncontrollably.

Her eyes rolled back as she nearly had a mental orgasm from that thought.

Fuuuuucckkk...

Her mind screamed with overwhelming sensation.

"You like that don't you?"

Jen nodded.

"You're every man's dream -- we all dreamt of fucking you, destroying you in every perverse way we could imagine." The tall bulky man said.

"And now, here you are. Gloriously naked, ready for us to ravage this... heavenly fucking body." Another man added.

"Fuck yeah. Bitch, I've dreamt of this since the day you walked into this gym. You've no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking of you--FUCK!" Another one yelled as he roughly mauled her tits with both hands before burying his face between them.

Every word thrown at her from these men, were like a confession in front of the goddess -- worshipping her beauty, her transformation, her as a whole.

And Jen drank it all in.

She's glowing even more than ever.

"Ever since that night with the waiter... and me," Alvin confessed, "I've fantasized about this. Taking you right here. In front of them. Letting them see what a perfect sex goddess you are. Worthy of our worship."

Jen's voice trembled, barely a whisper. "... Yesss..."

And this was only just the beginning.

Alvin let her down slowly, gripped her hips and began pounding into her with everything he had.

I've been dreaming of fucking her... oh g-god... I'm in her... finally...

Fuck! It feels so damn fucking good inside her! She's so tight too...

A storm of thoughts tore through Alvin's mind as he lost himself on the woman he had been desiring for so long.

A man stepped forward, kneeled down and grabbed one of her tit, squeezing hard before taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking greedily.

"Such perfect fucking tits," he growled against her skin.

The third man, already hard and stroking himself, stepped up to her face, bringing his cock near her lips.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours," he ordered.

Jen obeyed, her lips parting as he forcefully rammed his cock deep into her, groaning at the feel of her warmth. He gripped her hair, guiding her head as she sucked, moaning around him, her eyes fluttering with bliss.

Gllgg... Gllgg.... Gllggg...

Watching Jen being taken like this, was all too much for Alvin.

"FUCK--Jenny, I'm cumming! Where should I cum?"

The man let go of her so she could momentarily respond to Alvin. Strings of spit still connected from the cock to her lips, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, she coughed a little before she could speak.

"F-fuck... Unnhh... Cum... in me. You guys can cum anywhere you want. Please--keep fu--"

Before she could continue, the man jabbed her mouth back with his cock. He was now face-fucking Jen so brutally that tears started to swell.

Gllgg... Glch... Gllgg... Glch...

Slap... Squelch... Slap... Squelch...

A mixture of various obscene sounds came from Jen's thoroughly abused body -- men taking her at every inch of her body.

"I'm coming--I'M COMING! FUCK!!!" Alvin yelled as he erupted with force. Streams of hot nasty white fluid shot deep into her womb. Torrents flooded her inside.

"UNNNHHH...!" Jen screamed along as she reached her orgasm, feeling those hot semen deep inside her.

Cheers erupted.

"Fuck, Jenny... You're unbelievable," Alvin pulled out, heaving breathlessly. "You're just so... fucking hot."

The rest of the men wasted no time waiting around. As soon as Alvin pulled out, another took his place with urgency -- like a need for relief.

He rubbed his cock along her slit that was now coated with a mixture of Alvin's cum and her own wetness, and pushed in with one hard thrust, making her cry out around the cock in her mouth.

But Jen felt no pain.

Only pleasure.

Because inside her, she's utterly soaked.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. "You were made to be passed around, weren't you?"

Jen's moan vibrated around the cock in her mouth. She pulled back, eyes glazed with lust. "Yes... I want all of you. I want to be filled... again and again..."

"How many men have you fucked before?"

She thought for a beat then murmured. "... 31."

"Fucking hell! Where did you find this slut, Alvin? She's been with that many and still this tight?"

Alvin also couldn't believe what he just heard.

He could only stare in awe at his beautiful friend. The number alone made his head spin.

"And... she's married," he added, while still trying to believe it. He leaned in closer, voice low. "You didn't tell me... you had that many."

Breath jagged, Jen turned to him, mouth still slick and open from being used.

"W-would that make it hotter for you?" she rasped. "To know... your gorgeous friend -- the one you've been secretly lusting over -- has been fucked by so many men?"

"God... damn yes."

She held his gaze -- both of them laced with hunger and lust.

"Then hear it from me," she said, voice low and charged. "I've always been a slut. I slept around with plenty of men -- even after getting married. This beautiful, toned body you've helped to sculpt... it's for men to fuck. To use. And I fucking love it."

A chorus of guttural groans and grunts erupted around her, raw and unfiltered.

What she said sent the man fucking her over the edge and beyond, he grunted loudly and erupted inside her as well.

"G-god... fuck, that was awesome." He pulled out and walked away.

Just as quickly, the next man stepped in, flipped her over on her back and grabbed her hips.

"Now, it's my turn and I'm not gonna be gentle," he growled.

Jen looked into his eyes. "D-don't... hold back... Give it to me -- Unghh!"

He slammed into her with full force, rough and relentless. Each thrust forced a cry from her, "AHHH! UNGH! FUCCKK -- O-OH GOD!"

The air feels hot and steamy now in the gym.

Sweat dripped all over.

White stains found everywhere -- mostly dripped from Jen's soaked pussy.

Alvin kneeled down beside her, brushing her hair from her face.

"Are you alright so far?"

She smiled weakly and nodded.

"Good. Because you're being such a good slut for us and we aren't done with you." Alvin smiled back.

"T-thank you... I want to be. I want to please all of you..." Her voice raspy, out of breath as the man continued pounding her hard.

The man who had fucked her earlier stepped up again, standing over her with his balls dangling just above her face.

"Suck me good, slut." And without waiting for her reply, he just sat down smashing his hairy sack into her pretty, flushed face.

Jen obediently stuck out her tongue to lick and sucked on his balls, wet and eager, making all kinds of sucking, popping sounds.

Slurp... Pop... Slrp...

She worked her mouth around him, taking her time, savoring the weight and taste of him like it was what she was made for.

Alvin watched right beside her, eyes widened by the level of perverse Jen is willing to go.

His cock involuntarily stiffened.

The man stood up again and grabbed the base, aiming at her mouth and started pushing in. The angle made it difficult, but Jen didn't flinch.

Inch by inch, she slowly and expertly worked his cock into her mouth.

The scene looked brutally obscene. The degradative act disregarded Jen's comfort as the man fed himself deeper down her throat.

Her neck bulged, veins flashing beneath her flushed skin.

Her eyes turned glassy, face bright red.

For a moment, Alvin almost stepped in, wanting to stop the act and protect her.

But he saw it.

He saw how Jen was trying, working her throat and making the cock disappear inch by inch into her.

It almost seemed humanely impossible.

It was too hot.

And he didn't feel like stopping it now.

"Holy... fuck," one of the man exclaimed.

"Jesus... Christ!"

"Look at her throat... fuck..."

And then, his base pressed to her face -- every last inch gone.

His entire cock had magically disappeared into her.

"AHHH FUCK! Slut, you're fucking good. GOD, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" he roared and yanked out in one hard pull.

Gaaa--kkhh!

And Jen gasped violently for air, with a guttural cough bursting out with spit, marking a mess on her pretty face.

Drool still connected to her lips, dripping down--the sight was pure obscene.

But the man didn't give her a break.

"OOOOOGHHH--!"

He plunged back down, deep into her throat again--harder this time--hilting himself to the base in a single motion.

Her entire body jolted like a shock.

His hand reached forward, wrapping gently around her throat, feeling himself through the tight, stretched skin.

Gently pressing. Choking.

"Fuck, guys... you've gotta try this. You can feel your cock in that pretty throat of hers!" the man laughed perversely.

And Jen spiralled into her second climax.

"FUCK!" The man fucking her grunted and pumped into her with sudden urgency. He gripped her tighter, finishing with a final, hard thrust and erupted, shooting thick torrents of him inside her.

And that broke Jen.

Her second climax erupted with force. Her back arched, muscles locked tight. Her pussy tightened the grip on the cock, holding the man in place, unable to pull away.

Three loads.

Flooded from three different men.

So fucking twisted.

As her body slowly descended from that high, both men pulled out from her at the same time, leaving her hole gaping and dripping.

She collapsed down weakly, out of breath, dizzy -- not just from the lack of oxygen, but from the sheer intensity of everything.

The third man who had just emptied himself inside her, lifted her head and aimed his slimy, creamy cock at her mouth.

Ready to abuse her throat again.

At the same time, the fourth man lined himself up next. With one savage thrust, he speared into her, drawing a sharp gasp from her, lips parted.

The third man took the chance to stuff her mouth full again. He slid in easily with some of the cream smeared across her lips, some dripping down her cheeks.

Though Jen was mentally exhausted, her body craved for more.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft as the man gripped the back of her head and began to face fuck her with growing intensity.

In and out -- his entire cock was plunging with ease.

There was hardly any resistance left.

"Fuck... you're filthy," the third man grunted. "Taking my cock -- after I just came in you... on top of two other guys' loads."

Jen moaned around him, sending vibration through his core. She pulled back slightly, letting the tip rest on her tongue, swirling and tasting everything. "I... want... to be used... ruined..."

She could barely speak properly after the brutal abuse of her throat. Each word shredded, broken.

The fourth man thrusted harder, faster, encouraged by her words. His hands squeezing her tits so hard her flesh deformed around his grip.

"Yes--yes, uhhhh! Don't stop--use me--fuck me harder--OH FUCK!" she begged, voice hoarse with pleasure. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!! Fuck me pleassee..."

The third man didn't wait to shove back inside her mouth.

And then, the fifth man came.

One hand on his shaft stroking, another began to rub her swollen, aching clit.

The fourth man came, finally, adding more loads into her. The volume was all so much now that it's beginning to overflow out, dripping along her thighs and onto the gym mats.

The fifth man quickly stepped up, ready to complete the first full rotation of everyone taking a turn with her.

His strong hands flipped her over, turning her onto her elbows and knees. One hand gripping her hips, another pushing her back down, perching her ass up in the air like an offering.

Jen bent naturally, her spine forming that impossible S-curve.

The fifth man slid in just as easily -- her pussy soaked -- he could barely feel her now.

"Fuck... I can't even feel you," the fifth man grunted with a little disappointment. "But shit, the amount of cum inside you is--"

squelch... squelch... squelch...

She turned her head just enough to catch him with a smirk. "Are you sure about that? Don't regret asking for it."

She teased wickedly.

"Wha--what do you mea--?"

Before he could finish what he wanted to say, Jen clenched.

HARD.

"OH FUCK!" He instantly grunted. "Shit! That's... fuck, that's tight!"

Jen said nothing. She just arched deeper and pushed back into him, gripping him tightly.

He quickened his pace, plunging in and out, hard and rough.

squelch... squelch... squelch...

"Unhh--Oh y-yesss... Good... yess--harder! FUCK!" Jen screamed with lust.

"Damn..." one of the guys muttered, eyes locked on her. "She's leaking from every hole... fuck..."

"Four loads," another said, his voice thick with awe and hunger. "And she's still begging for more."

Jen moaned softly at their words, too dazed and aroused to form a reply.

Alvin now came into her view, stood in front of her, his large erected cock dangling dangerously close to her lips.

That familiar large cock... I thirsted for...

Jen licked her lips and began stroking his shaft with both hands while holding his gaze with his seductive eyes.

"God... Alvin, your cock... it's so thick -- and long..." she said, voice dripping with hunger.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"A married slut." She didn't blink. Still holding his gaze as the fifth man continued to pound her from behind, she raised Alvin's cock above her face.

The length and girth, trailing from her chin to her forehead, nearly blocking her view.

"So big..." her hot breath hitting his skin, warm and slick.

Her tongue slithered out, swirling seductively, licking from his base, slowly inching up his thick veined shaft as though savouring his taste.

Her lips curled around the swollen tip, giving it a wet, swirling suck. She moaned as she tasted his precum, savoring it like honey.

Biting her bottom lips, her beautiful face -- slick with sweat, saliva and cum -- carried that allure of a seductress.

"A fucking. Dirty. Married. Whore. Wife." Each word whispered, dripping from her lips like venom and nectar all at once.

And then she took him into his mouth, swallowing inch after inch. Slowly.

"Jesus... Jenny," Alvin gasped, his legs almost gave out. "Fucking... unbelievable. AHH!"

--

From just outside the gym doors, the security office light flickered. Behind that tinted glass, the guard sat hunched in his chair, eyes locked on the camera feed.

It has caught everything.

Every. Single. Action.

His pants was already on the floor as he stroked himself slowly, transfixed on the gorgeous wife being fucked like a cheap slut.

The guard panted, breathing heavily, fogging up the glass as he leaned closer to get a better look.

Fuuuuck... What a woman...

--

Inside, the fifth man continued pounding, lasting longer than Jen had expected.

"Do we get to fuck you anytime we want, whore?"

"Unnh... Ughh... y-yess..." Jen gasped, voice breaking into moans. "Yess... I love being... filled... Unnhh--fuck me anytime... you want... UNNHH--like you... own me--YESS!"

In three quick successive hard thrust, he shot his load. Deep inside her.

"AHHHHHHHH... YESSSSS... Fucking... CUNT!" The fifth man rolled his eyes back and collapsed.

In that same moment, Alvin spasmed and released his second load down her throat.

Jen didn't waste a single drop and licked his shaft clean -- savouring his taste in her mouth.

She laid lazily on the bench, weak and sore. But the burning sensation there -- lingers heavy and tingling.

Cunt...

More...

Five men.

Five loads. Still warm in her pussy.

And it was still early. The men looked like they were ready to go another round -- cocks stiffened, some already stroking themselves but most still had that hunger, lust-filled eyes.

But the plan...

"Alright, that's enough now guys," Alvin stepped in, shielding Jen with his body. "We agreed on this, please. Let's not blow things up."

Disappointment washed over their faces, but they understood the terms. It was already a blessing to have had the chance to taste such a classy, refined woman -- to ravage her completely. Utterly.

The men nodded with understanding.

"Hey gorgeous, you take care now. Thank you for sharing with us this... wonderful experience," the tall bulky man said.

"Yeah, you're exceptional. Thank you and god bless you if he hadn't already showered enough on you," another added.

"You're absolutely stunning. A woman who knows what she wants, demands for it but holds control -- it's powerful. Like a goddess to me," one said with reverence.

"I've never met another woman quite like you, really. Body like yours, sure -- but no, not like you. There's something... magnetic, that draws people in. You're deadly, pretty one." The fourth one confessing.

"I agree with them. Your body is one thing, but you -- the way you carried yourself, your eyes, your personality. You completed the whole package so perfectly balanced." Eyes still taking in everything of her, like mentally memorising every curve and details of Jen, the fifth man said with admiration.

The chorus of praises sung again, like an offering to the goddess they worshipped.

"Hm..." Jen smiled weakly, her expression showing appreciation and satisfaction. "Thank you all... for respecting the boundaries, and for giving it all that I asked for."

Slowly and carefully, Jen sat up to take a good look at the group of men who ravaged her earlier.

Her eyes sparkled with renewed energy, her gaze dazzled with powerful magnetic allure.

"It was a wonderful session, thank you."

And that was the cue for them to exit. Each of them quickly dressed up, silently walked out the front door but not without a final glance at this gorgeous woman again.

Jen smiled at Alvin, almost flirting with her eyes. "So... how did I perform, hm?"

Alvin chuckled softly, shaking his head in amazement. "I'm speechless, Jenny. You're absolutely divine. Was it everything you hoped for?"

A wicked grin spread across her face, Jen whispered sultrily. "It was, indeed. But... there's always more."

Just then, the side door opened.

Both Alvin and Jen looked toward that direction and saw a skinny, haggard old man walking in.

The security guard.

"You're amazing, woman. The show you performed was beyond words. And I've watched plenty of porn, mind you," he walked over to them casually, shaking a thumb drive in one hand.

He creeped close to Jen and bent down to look closer at Jen's beautiful face.

"And your performance outclass many of them. You really could be a porn star someday, ya know." He smirked mischievously.

Jen was a little taken aback.

How... Did he know? Did he... saw everything?

The dangerous thrill sent a shiver to her core.

"Did you do everything as agreed?" Alvin pulled him away from Jen and confronted him.

"Of course I did. Why would I give it a miss?" He answered with his eyes still lingering on Jen.

Jen looked at Alvin, confused, not knowing nor understanding what had been planned.

Is Shaun aware of this?

For a moment, she wondered if Alvin could be trusted.

"You didn't make any copy, did you?" Alvin glared at him.

"God no, I didn't. This is the only copy. I've already erased the original one on the drive." The guard raised both of his hands up to show his innocence.

You bet..., the guard smiled cheekily.

"Good. Because I would hate to break those little teeth you have left," Alvin threatened.

He knew what kind of a man he was. He wasn't a bad person though.

Just an old, horny and perverted man.

Alvin didn't like him one bit but... he was the only one on duty these days.

He took the thumb drive from him and was about to assist Jen to her feet when the guard interjected.

"Whoa whoa whoa... hang on. You don't think I deserve a go?" The guard was a little offended. "After all I've done, staying in that little room keeping watch, you just gonna walk her away?"

"She has had enough for today. You just gonna have to wait, sorry."

"No deal man. Come on, pity this old man here. Where else do you think I can get another taste of a woman with my age? Much less a refined beauty like her."

Alvin paused in his step. He knew the old man held up his end to stay guard for them.

But it wasn't his call if he could fuck Jen -- it's all up to Jen.

Alvin eyed her knowingly. "You don't have to."

Jen eyed him carefully, but she couldn't hide away the lingering lust, the burn that remains.

She's still a woman in heat.

The fire never really seemed to fade away now.

"You owe me an explanation." She retorted, then looked over at the lecherous old man, still ogling her naked body.

The way he looked at her... ignited a strange feeling within her.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, the old man carefully approached her.

"My, my. Look at these perfect, luscious tits," the old man praised, almost drooling. "How big are these titties?"

Jen swallowed hard.

Though she had been with many men, Jen had never come across a man twice her age -- one who lacks grooming, haggard and disheveled.

One who seemed and stood so low beneath her grace.

"I... they are... 36C," Jen replied, voice low and soft.

Alvin's eyes unknowingly darted to her chest as well when she said that -- he couldn't get enough of her too.

"Fuck... they real? Man, they look too good on you," the old man said, licking his lips. "Especially on a slender frame like yours. Toned, beautiful curves."

Without a word, both his hands extended to maul at her soft tits. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, face contorted with a lecherous smile.

A creepy and disgusting old man -- he would never ever have a chance with a woman like Jen.

But now, he's mauling her naked tits.

FUCK...

"You really do enjoy being ravaged by men, don't you?"

Jen nodded gently.

"All you high class bitches are the same. Prim and proper on the outside, fucking slut on the inside."

Jen looked up at him, the humiliating words hurled at her didn't faze her.

Instead, she somewhat enjoyed it.

She Thrived on it.

And she would get exactly what she wanted.

"I am. And men like you love sluts like me," Jen provoked him further, on purpose.

A little stunned by her response, but the old man quickly regained his composure. "Damn right I do! Especially sluts like you. Asian, exotic taste. Refined and classy. Beautiful sculpted curves. One hell of a killer body."

Then he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily and slurping away.

Jen closed her eyes, letting herself indulge in the filth of this man -- that strange feeling, burning with fire now.

She looked over at Alvin, smiled softly and said. "Ready for one final show today?"

She wasn't expecting an answer--and she wasn't waiting either.

"Unh... You sucked so well--ahh..." Jen moaned. "You like sucking... my tits?"

"Ahhh... yessss! They are deliciously soft!" The old man groaned. He continued devouring her soft flesh for what felt like eternity, savouring every second.

When he finally retreated, her tits were left wet and glossy, slick with his saliva.

"Stand up bitch," he commanded.

Jen stood up obediently, letting him drink in her full nakedness, unashamed.

"Spread your legs, turn around and bend over to reach your ankles," the old man continued.

Jen did as she was told, trembling at the sheer obscenity of the position she was going to be in.

So lewd.

So raw.

So... degrading.

Just moments ago, she was revered as a goddess.

Now, she looked like a whore.

And somehow, that made her even more excited.

The old man shoved two callous fingers into her pussy.

squelch... squelch... squelch...

"It's so squishy inside. So full. You like having cum inside your cunt huh?"

CUNT...

"Ohm... yess..." The word vibrated through her mind again.

"Come here and take a look, Alvin. Look how wet and slimy her cunt is."

Tempted beyond reason, Alvin only hesitated momentarily before walking over to see Jen's delicious slit again.

The old man had his fingers spreading her open, parting her folds to reveal the raw, pink-red flesh within.

What Alvin saw next made his cock twitch violently.

It wasn't empty -- she was thick with white cream, a layer of sticky white coating her insides, clinging onto her pink-red flesh walls.

She was filled to the brim.

The old man dipped a finger into the white gooey mess, making a wet squelching sound and scoped out a long glistening strand -- so thick that it clung to his fingers in a slow, sticky glob as he lifted it.

"Fuuuuck... oh my god," both of them uttered, almost in unison. Immensely turned on by the sight beyond belief.

The old man continued playing, digging and scoping again, smearing it -- like her cunt was a toy for him.

Alvin took in the sight of his gorgeous friend, bent over like a common whore, her cunt stretched and perched up in the air like an offering, as the old man played with her mess, fingers coated thick.

Mess everywhere.

And yet, in his eyes, Jen was still, still so fucking beautiful.

His hands moved on his own, stroking his hard cock slowly as he drank in the filthy sight in front of him.

The old man kneeled down and perched his fingers toward her face.

"Clean my filthy fingers, whore," the old man growled, making a mischievous chuckle.

Jen obediently parted her lips slightly, a moment of hesitation, then stuck her tongue out to swirl around his fingers.

The old man pushed his fingers into her mouth and twirled inside, her tongue swirling along, licking off the sticky, creamy white mess.

Scooped from her filled, messy cunt.

"You're a really nasty, filthy bitch. I've never seen anyone acting like you do. Not even a common whore. You're worse," the old man sneered unapologetically.

"Do you like to be treated like that, Jenny?" Alvin asked.

"Y-yesss... I... love it. Pleassee... treat me like a whore."

The old man laughed devilishly and stood up. He had an idea to further degrade this perfect little wife even deeper.

"Watch this, Alvin. Women like her, all high up and proper, would stand even lower than street whores when you break them."

Jen trembled violently hearing that.

Lower than whores...

Am I that?... do I... want that?

Does... Shaun actually wanted that too, when he said...

The old man plunged two fingers deep into her used cunt to scoop out a large, heavy volume of hot creamy mess that slowly trickled down onto his other waiting palm.

Unnhh... Unnghh...

A nasty white, translucent gooey pool formed in his hand.

"Stand up whore, and turn around."

Jen obeyed without hesitation.

"Kneel."

Jen dropped down slowly, knees wide, hands resting on her knee, her shoulders pulled back, pushing her full tits forward -- spilling over voluptuously as if they couldn't be contained.

Her glassy eyes dazzled with an innocent look -- so magnetic, yet tantalizingly sweet gaze.

It's as though she knows what's coming next.

The old man held his palm forward to her face.

The strong sex smell hit her instantly, filling her nostrils and her senses like a drug.

"Open your mouth and lap it up like the little dog you are," the old man commanded.

Such a degrading act.

So demeaning yet...

One has to admit it's also incredibly intoxicating.

So fucking hot.

Unbelievably filthy.

A new low -- even for Jen.

Alvin watched intently, heart beating fast with anticipation of what Jen would do next.

His mind weighed on which he would have wished more -- Jen succumbing to this low, or Jen rejecting to maintain her goddess image he held of her.

He wouldn't admit it.

But his heart -- deep down in that dark, perverted and twisted place -- desired to see Jen fall.

What would Shaun have her do?

Would Shaun accept this new low?

He secretly held out his phone to record -- away from the privy eyes of that perverted old man but enough for Jen to know she's performing for the camera again.

And Jen did exactly what his heart wanted.

But she went above and beyond.

Jen scooted back, Her spine arched into a natural curve, raising her ass high, hands on the floor and crawled a few steps forward, slightly swaying her body.

Her magnetic eyes, full of seduction and power, drew them in -- locking onto their eyes.

Her lips parted, tongue sticking out, licking back and forth like a snake.

And then, she dipped down. Her tongue lapped on the pool of nasty white cream in the old man's palm.

"Jesus Christ... this woman!" The old man was stunned, like he had uncovered a hidden treasure that no one had discovered yet.

Alvin stood frozen. But aroused beyond comprehension.

He never thought he would see this side of Jen.

Not ever.

"Swallow it--The whole mess, you filthy whore," the old man commanded again.

Without breaking eye contact, her pull grew stronger. Slithering slowly, like weaving a spell, she swayed her curves like a whisper of temptation.

Her mouth opened as she lowered herself. One hand lifted to hold his wrist, slowly tilting his palm, precisely controlling the obscenity moment.

Both Alvin and the old man watched -- seemingly enchanted -- glued to her moves. They stared hard, witnessing the hot nasty mess trickled down from his hand and slowly disappearing from his hand.

And then the whole glob is gone.

Jen closed her mouth slowly, and parted her lips to open again, seductively, revealing the milky glob resting on her tongue.

She held out her hand, motioning to them.

Come... Closer...

As if completely under her spell, they leaned in, unable to resist.

Jen played with the whitish glob on her tongue, expertly swirling it like a delicacy.

And in one gulp, she swallowed it all.

Gone.

Licking the corner of her lips clean, her eyes never leaving theirs, her lips still wet and glistening with the remnants of the glob, she whispered.

"Am I... nasty enough for you?" Her voice, low and velvety.

Loud guttural grunts escaped both of them, uncontrollably.

Alvin came again -- with whatever left in his balls -- with streaks landing across her cheeks, plastering more onto her wet face.

"O-oH--OH...!" No longer able to make any other sound, the scene before him drove him over the edge and Alvin collapsed onto the gym mats--almost hyperventilating.

But the old man wasn't done. Not yet.

"Yeah... hell yeah, you are. Now, get up." The old man roughly manhandled her to the bench, where pools of sweat, spit and loads were all over.

He gripped her by the hair and pulled back as she kneeled--not caring where she landed.

With Alvin slightly out, no one was there to protect her.

She felt alone for the first time.

The one who made her feel the safest wasn't here either -- me.

What made it worse--She was all alone with this creepy man.

But the manhandling...

She had always loved being manhandled...

Since all her last boyfriends, before me.

The old man dropped his pants, pulled out his unkempt cock and aimed it directly at Jen's mouth.

The stench--all sweaty, musky, with a hint of odour--hit her hard.

The visuals--skin all wrinkly old, pubic hair curly with mixture of white ones.

Any woman would never have even gotten close to such a man.

But now, she's on all fours, hair gripped firmly, wet and slick after 6 men, ready to serve such a man.

She couldn't believe herself either.

But that humiliation fed the fire, hunger and lust more than anything else.

"Suck it, bitch," the old man groaned. "I want to see my entire cock disappear in your pretty mouth like you did with the other men."

He wasn't big. Just your average joe.

But it was the repulsive visual and smell that made it tough to deepthroat such a cock.

Can I... Really do this...?

The old man didn't wait. Manhandling her again, he forced his way into her mouth.

She obediently opened and engulfed this old, wrinkly, unkempt, swollen head.

The taste, the smell, filled her senses.

She doesn't understand why but... She loved it.

And she relaxed herself, opened her airway and flexed, to take in his entire length.

Jen hits his base easily, his pubic hair smashed against her pretty, well-kept skin.

Gllgg... Glgg... Grgh... Ungh... Gllggg...

He didn't hesitate nor held back. He wanted to abuse her because he may never have the chance again.

He wants it all.

ALL OF HER.

His primal, animalistic needs coursed through him, making his grips tighter, his grunts deeper and the pounding rougher.

He was face fucking Jen so hard that he was basically smashing against her face.

Gllgg... Glgg... Grgh... Ungh... Gllggg...

"Owh... O-owh..." Jen moaned, struggling to keep up for the first time.

"Y-yeah... Shit... That's how I wanna take you--fuck," the old man chuckled like a twisted, perverse animal.

But still, Jen was too much for him. He never had such a woman before.

Never did.

To get a feel of her, in this way, was all too much. One final thrust was all it took, and he ejaculated his old, squirmy load deep down in her throat.

The old man was forcefully holding onto the back of Jen's head, planting her face deep into his filthy crotch--not letting her breath even for a second more.

The old man laughed, groaned like a mad man satiated after decades of holding back.

And he yanked himself off from Jen, forcing strands of his cum to fly out, dripping down from her chin.

Jen choked and coughed from the rough treatment, collapsing backwards and sat on her legs. She squeezed and forced out what's left of him in her mouth, dripping seductively from the corners of her lips and chin.

She looked obscenely hot.

"I'm not done, pretty one," the old man growled and began to circle to her back. "I need to fuck your cunt."

Jen was exhausted. She couldn't resist him. But the word echoed in her mind.

CUNT...

Maybe she wouldn't... or didn't want to. She didn't know, as her eyes slowly closed shut.

As the old man was about to grab her, he was pushed off his balance by a powerful force.

"GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" Alvin yelled. He was utterly disappointed in himself.

Failing to hold on to his end of the agreement.

Failing to protect her.

Failing to shield his goddess.

The old man retreated quickly as Alvin's stare sent a deadly shiver--he meant it.

And just like that, the room--once hot and steamy, loud and full of sex--fell silent.

--

Jen didn't know how long she slept but it felt like a really, really long time. She shifted gently as she woke.

A pair of strong arms held her up straight.

"Are you alright, Jenny?" Alvin asked with concern.

She smiled weakly. "I... m fine..."

"I'm so, so sorry..." Guilt swept across his face.

"No, you did good." She giggled softly and rested a hand on his shoulders. "I was just exhausted, that's all."

"But he--"

"You really think he could get to me if I didn't want to?" Jen smirked. "You didn't train me for nothing, you know. And he's old."

"You... y-you sure...?"

She nodded.

That made Alvin feel a bit better, but he's not done beating himself for getting knocked out. Even if she allows it, he should be awake. Be there for her.

Protect her.

Shaun trusted her to me...!

"Can you... bring me home now? I want my loving husband," she said calmly. "I need him now."

"O-of course... of course."

She glanced at him from the side. "Should I... leave the mess on?"

Gulp...

Alvin stared without an answer.

She smirked mischievously. "Fits on me I guess. That's who I am now."

--

The front door clicked open, Alvin assisted Jen as they walked in.

The house was quiet, dimly lit as I sat on the edge of the couch. The sound of the door clicking open, launched me to my feet instantly.

I was worried--Very worried.

Despite having a plan, I feared how easily everything could go south.

I didn't care if it happened exactly the way I planned or imagined -- I just wanted her to enjoy it, on her terms too.

The way she needed it. To have fun.

But to be safe. Safe and good--and back in my arms.

I ran forward and hugged her tightly.

I didn't mind the mess--it doesn't bother me.

I just needed to feel her in my arms again... somehow haunted by the fear of losing her.

Losing her, as we navigated together through this dark world of fantasies.

"Are you alright, babe?" I asked, my voice heavy with concern.

Jen hugged me back, just as tight. She felt the familiar warmth and the safety of my embrace.

Her emotions calmed down, her body softened.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Not of regrets. It was relief.

"Yes, my love. I'm fine. You must've been worried," she said gently.

"Never mind about me. You're everything. And more. To me."

She giggled softly. "I'm fine, hon. You don't have to worry. Besides, Alvin was there to make sure I'm ok."

Only then did I realise Alvin's presence.

He gave a small awkward wave. Like he knew he wasn't needed here anymore. And that he shouldn't be here.

But he had not been able to bring himself to leave. Yet.

He owed them an explanation. And an apology.

"Hey, y-yeah... She's good. Just exhausted." His voice, trying to stay calm. "Everything went as planned... except for one thing."

He explained what had happened with the security guard, then handed me a small thumbdrive.

"Everything's in here. And here's one more as well," he said, fishing out his phone from the pocket and sending a short clip to mine.

"W-wait... Hang on guys. So the recording... the guard--that was all part of the plan?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I figured, why not make our own porn film, so we can enjoy it later."

"And it doubles up as insurance against the guys. In case... you know, any one of them stepped out of line after the event. That's why we needed the guard on duty and the camera running." Alvin explained further.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Shaun thought it might... you know, make things awkward for everyone." He added.

Both Alvin and I received a stern glare from Jen.

A moment that felt like eternity.

Then, without a word, she turned and pushed me gently against the wall.

"So...," her expression changed. Her voice dripped with sultry playfulness. "My husband's out here making porn films now... starring his own wife. Is that what you want?"

Gulp...

"I..."

"Did I perform well, hmm?" She purred.

"Tell him, Alvin. Tell him how his wife performed in his little porn film. While 6 to 7 men gang fucked his wife until she collapsed." Her eyes darted to Alvin now.

Words lodged in Alvin's throat. He hesitated, caught in the spell of her gaze.

"... S-She was... err... perfect," he said finally, clearing his throat. "She completely embraced the new her now. And went beyond."

"Ooooh, yes I did, my love. I did soooo much more. Wanna know what else I did?" Her fingers gently traced along my chest, inching further down toward my abdomen.

"Yesss..." I grunted.

"Well..." She paused, eyes searching in me. "You will find out later... when you watch the film." She turned, hips swaying and grinding against me.

"Don't you want to find out..."

She leaned back, one hand brushing through my hair, her head resting on my shoulder, lips brushed close to my ears.

"... How much... I'm filled?" She whispered.

Alvin took the cue to exit.

He had done what he was asked to do, and what he needed to do before leaving--he didn't belong here now.

But unbeknownst to him, he walked away with a heavy heart.

It's always been their world...

The door closed quietly. Silence fell.

The world quietened down--And it was just me and Jen again.

It has always been for us.

Just us.

"Yes, I do, baby." I licked her neck and kissed her ear. "Show me how much they filled you."

--

Curled up in bed, the film came to a stop.

And I thought my heart stopped a second time too, as I shot another load in a row.

Especially when Jen's heavenly mouth wrapped around my shaft, sending me over the edge.

Again.

And again.

Flashes of how those men took my wife...

How they forced their sweaty, hard cocks down her throat...

How natural it looked -- for Jen to take every load in her...

Like she was made for it...

"Every man..." I grunted. "In the gym... in you. And you still wanted more."

"I let them." Jen said, still licking up and down my shaft. "I wanted it. I needed more."

"G-god... your cunt.. Filled. So obscene... so fucking good."

CUNT...

That same word again. A word that she had denied before in the past.

Now echoed from her own husband's mouth.

She paused, perched up a little and said, "Hmm... Do you know what is a cunt? Who has a cunt?"

I grunted, deep.

"A whore. I'm a wife. Are you saying your wife is a whore? Because I have a cunt, so now I'm a whore. Is that what you want?" She continued, her grip around my shaft tightened.

"F--yesss... Oh fuck, my whore, my wife!" Her words shook me, hitting on every sense, tingling with burning fire.

She slithered up my body, her soft ample tits brushing warmly against my skin.

"Yesss... my cunt," She hissed. "A whore doesn't have a pussy."

Her voice now dropped below a whisper. Jen leaned closer to my ear, letting each word burn itself into my mind forever.

"I have... a cunt. A hole meant to be used. Ruined. By multiple men. Not just you."

That word had now become a part of her.

And it thrilled her -- awakened.

I have... a cunt. A hole meant to be used. Ruined. By multiple men. Not just you.

Her body trembled, as she began acknowledging her own words.

"Are you... excited to know your wife has a cunt?"

"Would you still love me as much, knowing what I've... become?"

"And... would that make you want me more, hmm?"

Then the truth hit her again.

This is what I've become. What I am. And I want it. I want this.

I was stunned. Speechless at that moment. My mind swirled from all the intensity, my body frozen.

"And you... don't even know their names." I finally managed, but my voice sounded hoarse.

"But you like that, don't you?" Jen rested her head on my shoulder, her warm breath brushing my neck.

"Knowing your wife is out there... getting fucked by strangers."

My whole body twitched again. And Jen felt it.

"You do like it." She smirked, her voice dropping to a sultry tease now. "Should your pretty little wife do that more often, then?"

I nodded frantically. She sat up, her slick cunt pressing against my shaft.

"Should I... just let some random man walk up to me and... fuck me?"

Glp... Ahhh

Her eyes locked onto mine, one hand rested on my chest, right over my pounding heart.

"Hmm... paid or unpaid?" She moaned, gently grinding her wet slick along my shaft. "Imagine your wife... being paid to get fucked by strangers... Which one turns you on more?"

Her body hovered above me--the way her tits sway naturally. Large mounds on her small frame. Her slender curves along the waist, tight and well toned with abs. Her hips to her thigh, so buttery smooth.

The figure of a sex goddess. She looked like a dream to me all over again.

"G--Oh god... Babe, you're--"

She cut me off with a wicked smile and a smouldering kiss.

"You didn't answer me."

I swallowed hard. My mind couldn't think.

It was just flashing images of Jen holding a stack of cash.

Then, Jen on her knees.

And Jen getting fucked by a man I didn't even know.

OH FUCK...

"B-both?" I gasped. "It's... It's too much--AHH!"

Grinding faster now -- her wetness, along with every last drop still in her -- She slid along the length of my cock, coating it with her filth.

"So... your pretty wife goes out, get paid to be fucked by strangers when she wants... and other times, men just fuck your wife for free?"

"Oh fuck me--Jesus..."

"You haven't even done sloppy seconds yet... and you've already come twice." She leaned in lower and teased.

"Are you sure you can handle what's coming next?"

I stared at her, speechless.

My sweet wife... fully transformed.

My cock twitched again. That was all the answer she needed.

Jen lifted herself slightly, the thick, creamy white mess clinging around her clit. She slid two fingers into her wet slit, drawing out lewd squelching sounds as she scooped some of it out.

Unnhh... Ahhh...

As she pulled out, thick white strands hung heavy, clinging to her skin, as it formed a slow, dripping glob.

She held her hand up, into my view, spreading her fingers apart.

My eyes went wide, watching those thick, milky white fluid stretched between her fingers, sticky and stringy like a web.

"All these... from the gym guys... They dump their cum inside me. Should I... taste it?"

My lips parted but no words came out. My body jerked beneath her, my cock nudging her soaked cunt.

She grinned, watching me twitch and lose control--enchanted under her spell.

Then, in a slow motion, Jen brought her fingers to her mouth.

One finger at a time.

Her tongue swirled around them, licking up the thick, white fluid like she was tasting honey.

Pop... Pop... Pop...

And it was gone.

As if nothing had ever been on her fingers at all.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock inside her ruined cunt.

There was no resistance at all -- it felt really warm inside, with all the hot, messy slick and still leaking.

"OOOOH!" Jen gasped, clenching hard around my shaft.

"Can you feel it?" she moaned. "All their cum still inside me? They fucked me for hours... and brought me home dripping for you."

"Fuck, baby! Yessss..."

"My cunt is so filthy. Messy. Used. Does my husband still want to use it?" She gasped, breathlessly.

"More than ever," I growled, thrusting harder and faster into her.

"Your pretty little wife... she has a cunt now." Her breath caught. "A cunt for any and every man to fuck. To dump their cum in."

She looked down at me. Her eyes glazed with consumed lust.

"You want that?"

"FUCK--YESSS...!!!"

I came hard.

Adding the final -- Seven loads in her.

Reclaiming her.

My entire body tensed, making loud guttural groans, my eyes rolling back.

My mind went blank for a moment in that intensity.

She came hard too.

Because she knew how turned on her husband was from the words, the filth, and from every twisted thing she had done.

And she did it all... for me.

But now, she was doing it for herself too.

Jen smiled, satisfied and satiated for the night.

I didn't pull out. And she didn't let go either.

We wanted to be one. Right here, right now.

I wanted her.

She wrapped her arms around me tightly, holding me close, our bodies still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of everything that were still lingering between us.

Then, Jen whispered into my ear, gentle but certain.

"I'm yours. Forever yours."

I smiled and nodded.

"Yes you are. And thank you... for all of it."

"But I'm also a whore now... A whore wife." She breathed hard.

"Your whore wife," she moaned. "And I'll serve whoever you want me to. That's what I was made for. That's who I am now."

I kissed her deeply, tightening my arms around her.

For a long moment, we said nothing--nothing else needed to be said.

I made her do it.

I created the monster.

She embraced it.

And now, we own it together.

"I love you so much, Jen. More than ever before," I whispered, voice soft but firm.

Her eyes remained closed, embraced within my arms, her head resting on my chest, listening to my steady, grounded heartbeat.

She smiled lovingly.

"I love you too," she whispered back. "Tonight... all of it... made me feel more yours than ever."

I smiled, fingers threading with hers, holding them tight.

"You're mine. No matter how far we go down this rabbit hole... no matter how many men have fucked you..."

I paused and said with certainty.

"Your heart. Your soul. They're all mine."

Her heart warmed. Her safe haven -- me -- didn't waver despite everything that had happened.

She was no longer afraid of crossing any boundary anymore--if there was any left.

Because Jen knew, there would always be one person she could come back to.

"I'll always come home to you. Always."

I held her closer, breathing her in. All of her.

And we laid there in our marital bed, in each other's embrace.

Her mind was clear.

Jen didn't just feel desired. She felt seen and understood.

And finally... completely... free.

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The second last sub-chapter awaits...