The Community Wife Pt. 01

Authors Note: Hello everyone, a big thank you in advance for reading my first Literotica submission, any constructive comments and criticism are welcome.

My intent with this series in to flesh out Marcie Bly's entire week as the "community wife" and while a have a rough blueprint on how I want the series to culminate, I'm open to suggestions on how our intrepid heroine will be spending all that time.

Thanks again and hope you enjoy.

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No one was exactly sure when the tradition started. Most seem to agree that it was some holdover from a hippy commune local to the area in the seventies, but if you asked resident Lora Small on Round Tree Street, she would claim the practice goes back "much, much further, to at least medieval times when men outnumbered women 4 to 1." Ignoring the fact that this particular tract of the pacific northwest wasn't settled until the mid-1800's at the earliest.

Regardless of its origin, everyone in the Rigid Pine township was aware of, and dutifully practiced, the time-honored tradition of the "community wife". The premise was simple, during the first week of every month, one woman would be randomly selected as community property. During which time she would be expected to satisfy the desires of anyone in the neighborhood who asked.

This could be achieved in any number of ways, and most of the selected women made a point of adding their own little personal touches to the affair. Last month, for example, Jessie Cole had stayed awake all night baking her famous brownies so she could go door to door offering not only her body, but delicious treats to her neighbors as well. The month before that, Allison Kemp prominently displayed a large white board outside of her home, the names of each person she serviced and an accompanying tally count available for everyone to keep score.

Marcie Bly rapt her fingertips against the wood of her coffee table, wracking her brain for ideas. She knew her turn was next; in less than 48 hours the announcement would be made and she would be fair game for anyone who wanted her. Women selected for the honor were usually given at least a week's notice in advance in order to prepare themselves, but for whatever reason, Marcie's notice had arrived late. Leaving her with precious little time to get her affairs in order.

She had informed her husband Mark as soon as she got the word. Marcie could feel his manhood pressing against her as he held her firm as the words of her appointment spilled out. It took all her might to pull herself away from his grasp, promising him that he would be first in line at the start of the week. But now she needed to prepare, and she needed his help to do it.              

The physical aspects would be easy to handle. In her mid-30's she had kept herself in fantastic shape, as Mark was keen to point out. Her breasts remained firm and perky if not necessarily the largest, her waist tapered to a pronounced hourglass shape, and her butt filled out the curves if her leggings nicely. She might try and squeeze in a hair appointment and maybe tidy up the thin landing strip above her crotch before the big day, but other than that she was set.

No, the issue was leaving her mark. Simply walking down the street in a t-shirt reading "community wife" wouldn't do. Especially when it was her first time being selected.

"You could spend the week naked?" Mark offered in an attempt to break the silence that had come over them.

"Boring, both Alexis and Julia did that earlier this year remember?" Marcie critiqued.

"Right, right..." Mark added shaking his head.

"Maybe I could do, like, a cum chalice thing? You know have the guys finish in a big mug and then chug it at the end of the week?"

Mark snorted, "you really wanna chug week old cum?"

"Not particularly" Marcie sighed "But I want this to be memorable you know? I can't have my first time being something lame."

"I appreciate the ambition, but you got you start a little smaller than that."

Marcie knew he was right, but her pride seemed to reject every idea that crossed her mind. Dressing up as a girl scout and going door to door? Contrived. Having every person you serviced write their name on you in permanent marker? Been done. Sit out on a picnic blanket in the public park and wait for takers? Boring.

"Bukkake and breakfast"

"What?" Marcie blinked.

"Bukkake and breakfast. Think about it, we open up the house to guest, and you serve them in more ways than one." Mark said, leaning back in his seat, obviously pleased with his creativity.

"That's... not a terrible idea." Marcie admitted mulling over the logistics in her head. She couldn't recall a similar idea in recent memory, and she did love hosting. She could even invite all of her closest friends over for the "grand opening" and it would give her an excuse to whip out her killer blueberry pancake recipe for her guest.

"Okay, I'm down, bukkake and breakfast it is."

Mark made no effort to contain the self-satisfied smile stretching across his face. "Just don't forget who came up with this fantastic idea, or who is first in line come the start of the week."

Giving him a playful peck on the cheek, Marcie retorted "Duly noted, now how about you help me get this place in a presentable state."

****

The following 48 hours were a blur of activities. Marcie and Mark spent the majority of their remaining time cleaning up their home, testing recipes, and picking out increasingly tempting outfits to beguile their guest.

Finally, the big day arrived. Marcie paced barefoot in the kitchen, straightening her white apron with the words "kiss the cook" printed on the bust, the only thing she had on besides a pair of cheeky, wine-colored lace panties.

"How do I look?" She asked her husband fretfully, brushing aside an errant lock of blonde hair.

"Like the ideal hostess" Mark answered warmly. "Just one thing", he continued producing a marker from his pocket and dramatically crossing out the word "kiss" on her apron and scrawling the word "cream" in its place.

"Clever" Marcie smirked.

"Arnt I always?" Mark smiled, meeting his wife's gaze. "You know, your week has officially started, and I seem to recall something about being first in line."

"Mmm do you now?" Marcie purred. "Well, I suppose I could squeeze you in before our first round of guest arrives."

Mark wasted no time in grabbing his wife around the waist and pulling her in close for a deep, passionate kiss. His hand slowly sliding down the base of her spine before landing firmly on the curves of her bottom.

"By all means squeeze me in" Mark growled, causing a slight blush to dust Marcie's cheeks as a soft gasp escaped her.

Marcie dropped her hands from her husband's chest and reflexively found the growing swell between his legs. She had always appreciated Mark's endowment but as she had hoped, the flurry of anticipation of the week's events combined with their abstinence these past few days had left him in a state of arousal the like of which she had seldom seen.

Gently pushing him back, Marcie bent herself over the kitchen counter, the curves of her ass causing the lacey fabric of her panties to ride up as she wiggled her hips seductively.

Lifting her head slightly over her apron clad shoulder she turned back to Mark, eyes lidded and lowering her voice an octave.

"Welcome to the Rigid Pine Bukkake and Breakfast. I'm your hostess Marcie, and I'll be taking care of aaalllll your needs today."

Mark couldn't contain himself any longer, in one fluid motion he had tugged his wife's panties around her knees.

"Mmm, I see you've found something you like." Marcie purred.

Mark didn't answer, he was too busy fumbling with his zipper, finally releasing his manhood which slapped against Marcie's ass with a fleshy smack.

Before she could come up with another teasing remark, a jolt of heat surged from between her legs and shot up into her chest. Mark had wasted no time, slamming his full erection into her pussy in a single thrust.

"Oh God Mark! Fuck yes!" Marcie screamed as the thick heat of her husband's cock began its rhythmic pounding.

Mark grunted, digging his hands into the flesh of Marcie's ass. These days of waiting, of fantasizing, had quickly caused him to abandon his rational self and give in to his inner lust.

Marcie collapsed on to the cool stone of the kitchen counter, her own will faltering against her husband's relentless assault. His pace quickening, his balls rocking forward with each trust and slapping against her clit. Her hands scrambled for something to dig into against the smooth countertop.

A deep guttural grunt erupted from Mark's throat as he pulled Marcie into him for a final thrust. Marcie, felt the tip of her husband's cock swell as he reached his limit followed by a searing heat filling her core.

"Yyyyeeessshhh" Marcie moaned as she felt her spouse's warmth spread inside her.

"That... that was great... babe." Mark panted, still connected to his wife. "I'm sure everyone else is gonna love you."

"Mmm, glad you were my first customer honey." Marcie replied breathily.

With some reluctance, Mark withdrew himself, his member only half flaccid, from his wife's now public entrance. He stood transfixed watching as a strand of cum dripped from her pussy into the panties still pulled around her knees.

With all the grace she could muster, Marcie tugged her panties back into position, her husband's cum creating a dark, damp spot towards its center.

Before she could again quiz Mark on how she looked, the thunderous alarm of the doorbell zapped her back to reality. The week had started, the first guest had arrived, it was showtime.

****

Marcie rushed to answer the door, the combined slickness of her husband's leaking seed and her own arousal coating her crotch as she moved. Throwing open the door, she was greeted by a cacophony of voices from several couples. As hoped, all had arrived on time and in one large group.

"Marcie!"

"Looking good Marcie!"

"Congrats!"

"We can't wait!"

Before she could properly greet and invite them inside, the group had already worked its way through the front door and now stood milling about in her living room.

While it was true that she was now community property, Marcie had felt the need to invite a select few couples to be the first to sample her offerings.

First, were the Rhimes, Grant and Alice, then the Martinez's, and finally the Hunts. Six people in an even split of men and women. A solid start, Marcie thought to herself.

"Welcome everyone!" Marcie shouted above the noise of the crowd. "To our humble bukkake and breakfast. I'll be your hostess Marcie, if there is anything I can do to satisfy your needs please don't hesitate to ask." She finished with a wink.

"I've got something!" Came a cry from the edge of the group, it was Joe Hunt, who had already unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiffening member. The rest of the group, raised their collective voices in approval of Joe's assertiveness.

"Typical Joe," Marcie thought to herself as she strode towards him with a confident smile. "Never one to keep it in his pants."

Falling to her knees in front of him, her apron flaring at the top allowing him a downward view of her breast, she moved her lips toward Joe's now fully erect cock.

"Of course, sir," Marcie cooed in as submissive a voice as she could conjure. "I would be more than happy to." Turning her head to scan the room she saw that the group had formed a semi-circle around her. "And if anyone else is in need of anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask".

Her announcement made, she turned her attention to Joe, peppering the base of his shaft with small kisses and slowly working her way up to his tip.

Marcie heard a chorus of zippers and the soft rumpling of pants and skirts hitting the floor as she reached the head of Joe's cock. Flicking the tip with her tongue she caught the familiar, salty taste of pre-cum moistening his head.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for it to be Marcie's turn for ages." Moaned Joe as her mouth began enveloping his shaft. "Er, no offense dear."

Joe's wife Hannah had already done away with her knee length skirt and sweater and now stood in the crowd in a matching black bra and panty set. "Of course, none taken honey" she replied matter of factly as she watched Marcie devour her husband's cock. "I've been excited to give her a try myself."

"Room for one more?" Came the baritone voice of Antonio Martinez. His erection already prodding against Marcie's cheek.

Joe answered for her, "The more the merrier!" Pulling his cock out of Marcie's mouth with an audible pop. She wasted no time in guiding Antonio's shaft towards her lips.

"Be sure to pace yourself dear." Came the voice of Alice Rhimes as her hands deftly untied the back of Marcie's apron. "Don't go wearing yourself out too fast, you're all of ours for a whole week you know."

Now free of her apron, Marcie focused her efforts on two men in front of her. Gently massaging Antonio's balls while she sucked on Joe, then swapping to Antonio while vigorously stroking Joe with her free hand.

"Shit I'm gonna.." She felt Joe's member tremble as his jet of hot liquid escaped, landing squarely on the side of her face and trailing up to her bangs.

The sight of Joe's orgasm coating Marcie's face caused the watching crowd to break into a flurry of renewed lust. Soft, feminine hands, she didn't know from whom, began fondling her breast as Grant's erect cock entered her field of vision. Instinctively she reached for it as she felt yet another set of hands reach under the waistband of her panties.

"Looks like Mark got first dibs." Came the voice of the owner of the fingers currently sliding in and out of her soaked cunt. Causing faint chuckles and murmurs from the group.

Antonio was next to reach his climax, barely giving Marcie time to slide her mouth off from him before he unleashed his load. The majority of it shooting to the back of Marcie's open throat, causing her to cough, with a few stands landing on her chin.

"Sorry Marcie!" Called out Antonio in a tone of voice that betrayed that he wasn't sorry at all.

"N-not at all," Marcie sputtered still doing her best hostess act as she cleared her throat and absentmindedly pumped Grant's cock.

"Marcie!" Grant called out causing her to jerk her head to face him just as he too reached his peak. His shot landing dead center between her eyes.

"Nice aim Grant." Panted Joe, giving him a congratulatory slap on the back as the crowd eyed the pearlescent strands glazing Marcie's face.

Marcie breathed in the heady musk of the three men's release as she felt the cooling loads gently slide over her features. "Maybe we would all be a bit more comfortable in the bedroom?" she blinked, whipping away a glob of semen from near her eye.

Muffled voices of assent were heard as the groping hands left her body. Marcie felt her own hand being taken by that of her husband, helping her off of her knees.

Finally getting a good look at the scene around her, her once pristine home had become a repository for discarded clothes strewn across every surface. Her six guest and her husband now all stood before her completely undressed.

She turned to Mark, half of her face still plastered with cum. He offered her a smile "Lead the way".

****

The single flight of stairs leading up to her bedroom felt like a small eternity as Marcie led her naked guest up into the room that had previously been reserved for just her and Mark.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she composed herself, brushing a cum slicked lock of hair out of her face as she pushed open the door. Again, putting on her hostess voice she proclaimed, "This is the master bedroom, where until now only my husband had fucked me. I'm honored to be opening it up to you all to use me as you see fit."

"Oh, you're just too kind Marcie" Came the voice of Hannah as the group slowly filed in. "Mind if I get the next round boys? Hannah asked already climbing into their bed and spreading her legs wide.

Marcie didn't wait for the group to answer; she knew what was expected of her. Climbing into bed next to Hannah, she lay flat on her stomach between her guests spread legs. Widening Hannah's glistening pussy with her fingers, she found her clit, throbbing and begging for attention. Taking slow, delicate licks Marcie expertly zeroed in on the woman's sensitive spot.

"Mmm that's perfect, right there Marcie" Hannah sighed, arching her back slightly at the stimulation.

"Don't tell me you're still wearing these?" Came the voice of Maria Martinez as Marcie felt her thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties. "You're so overdressed."

Slowly she felt her last article of clothing slide down her long, slender legs.

"Much better" Maria teased "Now let's see what you're working with down there".

Readjusting herself so her ass was on full display while maintaining her intensifying service on Hannah's pussy, Marcie placed one hand on her backside pulling her cheek to the side to allow the crowd a clear view.

The floor of her bedroom creaked as the crowd gathered around to get a better look at Marcie's most intimate area, just as a nailed hand flung itself onto the back of her head.

"Don't stop!" Panted Hannah, only moments away from release.

She felt the warm nub of Hannah's clit dance around her tongue, each lick causing her to jerk and twitch as the pleasure surged through her.

"C-cumming!" Murmured Hannah barely above a whisper as her nails dug into Marcie's scalp.

Marcie lapped at Hannah's wet release as the satisfied woman collapsed onto the bed and lay languidly fanning herself.

"That was wonderful Marcie, really, five stars."

Before she could react to the compliment, the sound of a sharp smack echoed through the room. Maria had left bright red handprint on Marcie's ass, causing her to yelp.

"Next!" Called Maria impishly as Alice slid into Hannah's former spot.

Alice adjusted herself on the bed, using her own fingers to spread herself wide in front of Marcie's waiting lips. "Whatever you just did to Hannah is what I want, but harder."

Marcie immediately fulfilled her request. Easily finding Alice's clit and swirling it around her tongue. Tightening her lips, she applied a gentle suction to the erect flesh causing a deep moan to resonate from Alice's chest.

"Harder!"

Marcie obeyed, sucking Alice's clit with more intensity as she felt a sudden, wet warmth envelope her own womanhood.

She quickly determined she was being frantically lapped at by Maria.

"Mmm, keep going!" Alice commanded. Her hands running through Marcie's hair.

The men inched closer, taking in the sight of the three women in their state of oral bliss. Each one stroking himself in anticipation of their next turn.

"Guh! Marcie... you... gonna..." was all that slipped out as Alice pressed Marcie's face against her. Willing her tongue inside as deep as she could.

Marcie closed her eyes as she felt her lips and tongue be coated in a familiar warm wetness, more intense than Hannah's, that slowly began to dribble down her chin.

Up until now, Marcie had been paying little attention to Maria's own ministrations on her, save for the occasional electric jolt of pleasure as her tongue grazed against her clit. With Alice satisfied, she allowed herself to recognize her own body's desires, only now realizing she had been bucking her hips against Maria's face. Her pussy screaming for penetration.

Maria seemed keen on the hint, giving Marcie's swollen slit a final dramatic lick that ran along its entire length, she leaned forward conspiratorially.

"You're craving to be filled now, aren't you? Us ladies leave you wanting more?" She teased.

"Yes... please." Marcie begged. The sudden fire in her loins begging to quenched.

Maria leaned in, giving Marcie a playful kiss on her still sticky jawline before abruptly pulling away and turning to the ravenous crowd. "You hear that boys? Marcie's begging for it! Why don't we give her what she wants and give her husband a little show while we're at it?"

Marcie turned her head, meeting Mark's eyes in the corner of their bedroom. He stood nude like the rest of the guest, cock standing proud, as the still flushed figures of Hannah and Alice lingered around him.

His gaze expressed no jealously, no hint of indignation at his wife being so completely used, but rather pride. Pride in how completely she had satisfied her role as the community wife up until this point.

He smiled at her, a reassuring, confident smile. As she felt the three men descend on her.

****

What followed was an awkward tangle of limbs and contorted positions. Marcie straddled on top of Joe, the sensation of his shaft brushing against her entrance causing her to tremble in excitement. Behind them, Grant had taken up position. The tip of his well lubed cock eagerly pressed against her rear entrance. Finally, Antonio knelt before the trio, the heat of his erection radiating against Marcie's face.

Marcie gave Mark one last look as she steadied herself for what was to come. Receiving an encouraging nod, she began slowly aligning herself and lowering her hips on to Joe's waiting member.

"Fuck, you're just as tight as I had hoped Marcie." Joe moaned.

"She's about to get even tighter. Ready for me Marcie?" Grant called from behind.

"Ready" Came Marcie's shaky response as she felt herself clench around Joe's welcome fullness inside her.

Grant slowly pressed forward, Marcie's ass eventually yielding and swallowing up the head of his shaft.

She screamed; the sensation was overwhelming. She had never been taken by two men before. As Grant pushed ever forward, she felt the thick shafts of both men separated by only a thin wall of muscle. Such an obscene fullness, unlike anything she could have before imagined.

Marcie collapsed on Joe's chest as Grant bottomed out inside her, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she took rapid, shallow breaths in order to right herself.

"How are you holding up babe?" Came the voice of Mark from across the room. She didn't know how to answer. The jolts of pain and pleasure pulsating through her every nerve ending made thoughts difficult to grasp. All she knew is that she wanted to experience this. She wanted to feel everything.

The heat of Antonio's cock pressed against her cheek snapped her back to her senses momentarily. He had opened his mouth as if to speak, but with a sudden hunger Marcie had already slid the first third of him past her lips.

All three men now in place, Marcie felt an odd tranquility overtake her as her guests began thrusting. First Joe, bucking his hips rhythmically against hers, then Grant, hands placed firmly on her ass as his pace quickened, and finally Antonio, who had grabbed her hair in his fist as he pressed himself deeper and deeper down her throat.

The pain had fled from her, leaving Marcie with an overwhelming flood of dopamine as her body was being laid claim to by three men that she considered friends.

Time seemed to slow, voices distort to murmurs, nothing mattered to Marcie in this moment. She was in ecstasy and she wanted more.

Antonio was the first to reach his climax, tugging Marcie's hair hard and pressing her nose almost to his pubic bone. The thick burning liquid barely had the opportunity to enter her mouth, instead being shot almost entirely down her throat.

Antonio released her as she sputtered and gasped for air. More voices, louder this time, but still unintelligible erupted as she felt another searing wave enter her.

The sensation between her legs was familiar and oddly soothing. She quickly determined that Joe must have just finished inside her. His seed flooding her and trickling out along his still buried cock.

Grant was now the last man standing, his hands now dug firmly in Marcie's ass as he vigorously pounded her rear. Pressing his entire length into her in one final plunge, she felt her insides melt as a third torrent flooded inside her.

Marcie's mind was gone. She knew she had reached orgasm herself during the foursome. But how many times? She couldn't remember and she didn't care. The bliss had overcome her.

****

Marcie felt the lids of her eyes lift, each limb of her body feeling like it was held down with weights.

"Good morning sleepyhead" came Mark's sing-song voice as he leaned over her, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Wh- huh? Where?" Marcie struggled to form words in her groggy stupor.

"All gone, don't worry they cleaned up their mess on the way out."

Marcie's mind boggled processing the fact that the preceding events weren't just the product of an overactive nighttime imagination.

Mark again leaned over her, planting a soft kiss in her forehead.

"Everyone was very impressed by your hosting skills." He continued "Maria in particular asked for a few pointers."

Marcie raised herself up on her elbows, body still sore and sticky. Straightening out her vision, she met her husband eyes. She grasped for words.

"Was I good?"

"You were fantastic."

The warmth in Marcie's breast returned. But this time it was from a source of pride. Of being a good host, of being an accepted member of the township, of being the perfect community wife.

"Better rest up" Mark smiled taking his place next to her in their bed. "The first day of the week isn't even over yet."

Marcie collapsed into bed, her body begging for rest.

"I didn't even get the chance to make my blueberry pancakes" she thought to herself as she drifted to sleep.