My wife Natasha is 36, 5' 10", slim but with wicked curves in all the right places. She has long curly brown hair. She is stunning, being likened to both Cher and Julia Roberts on occasions. I have long fantasised about seeing her fucked hard by another man, or a group of men and over the years we have played out little scenarios with Her flashing and wearing risqué outfits in public, without ever daring to involve others directly.

Natasha got home around 5pm. After consuming nearly a whole bottle of strong red wine she decided to wear a tiny low cut black dress, red stiletto shoes, black stockings, suspenders no panties and a padded bra, which showed a generous portion of her ample breasts. She spent the afternoon painting her nails and shaved her pussy so that no hair remained. Any heterosexual man lucky enough to get an ‘upskirt’ would surely enjoy the view

At around 6pm, Natasha showered, went upstairs and made sure she wore my favourite ‘Paris’ perfume. She prepared her hair and I assisted her to put on her stockings. I started to caress her to be told “leave off, that belongs to another man tonight." I smiled. I couldn't wait.

Natasha came downstairs around 8pm. She looked stunning. Her hair was gorgeous; her lips glistened with red lipstick specially applied to attract another man to her. Her dress hugged her perfectly, her legs looked never ending, the 5-inch stiletto shoes accentuating her gorgeously slim ankles. The shoes themselves just showed her toenails and I could see that her toenails were painted the same dark red as her fingernails. Her large tits were pushed up showing an inviting cleavage, into which any man would loved to have delved. She looked a million dollars and I knew no man would be able to resist removing the wrapping that covered her very sexy body. Natasha looked at me and smiled wickedly: "Thanks Nael, I can't wait for this!" I smiled and grabbed the keys to the car.

As we reached the bar where she was to go it alone Natasha spoke again "Are you ok with this?" I answered her with a question of my own. “Are you OK with it?" Natasha smiled, "It’s really going to happen this time, I want to be fucked as much as you want me to be." I smiled, we had played this game so often, she knew this was all part of the act. Although I thought something could happen, I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t let it go that far! She opened the door of the car. "See you later," she said, "much later I hope!"
So there I was having delivered my gorgeous wife possibly into the hands of another man.

As the clock showed 11pm, a delicious thought made me shudder with lust and anticipation, was anyone inside her yet? How I would love to have the nerve to be a fly on the wall.
At around midnight and having had a few glasses of rum, I went to bed to stroke my stiff cock and await Natasha’s return.
At some point I must have dropped off because the slam of our front door woke me at 4.40am.
Natasha quietly slipped into our bedroom and saw I was awake. As I turned the light on, she looked a mixture of startled, very drunk and deliciously mischievous; I smiled at her and asked, "Well, have a good time?" She smiled back "Mmmmm," and laughed.
I watched as she slipped her dress down and I saw she was now not wearing her suspender belt or stockings, my heart nearly stopped with the excitement. I could see through the transparent material of her dress that her bra was missing and I saw immediately love bites on each of her gorgeous breasts. Natasha slipped beneath the covers and straddled me with her legs, as she kissed me deeply I felt her very wet pussy against me, which she clasped tightly around my thigh. Whispering in my ear Natasha said, “well, ask me…” I played dumb, replying, “ask you what...?” “Ask me what happened”. I could wait no longer and I whispered. “Tell me!”
Natasha rolled onto her side pulling me towards her keeping my thigh tightly trapped between her legs. I gasped desperate to have her and hear her story.

 Gently she rubbed against me and began her tale. “I pulled pretty much immediately I entered the bar, she slurred. There was nowhere to sit so I asked a group of guys on the sofas if I could join them. They quickly parted to give me room to sit on the sofa. It didn’t take them long to clock I had no knickers on, they then played musical chairs so they could all get a good look. It was so obvious and made me feel really playful! A guy called Tony sat next to me and at one point, slipped his hand under my dress lightly brushing my cunt and probably feeling I was already a little damp. We all left the bar with me hand in hand with Tony, outside I kissed him, feeling his tongue in my mouth we got into the front of the car with his three friends cramming into the rear seats, luckily it was a large 4x4. I soon unzipped him as he drove and unleashed his very nice cock. I slowly played with his cock as we motored, watching the pleasure on his face. I thought I had better stop, as he was not concentrating on his driving, I sat back in my seat and lifted my dress. As he watched from the corner of his eye, I played with myself, the way you like me to, my legs open wide until I groaned and nearly came. I lifted my wet hand to his lips and he kissed and licked the wetness dry. The guys in the back seats were becoming aroused by the action and wanted a part of it”. By this time, my cock was standing stiff as a post, but Natasha was not willing to release me from the grip of her thighs! She continued. “I found the lever to lower the seat and let it drift right down so that my head was practically in the laps of the passengers. Within seconds they had ripped my bra off and laughed as one of them flung it out of the window! The three guys in the back were having fun with my breasts while Tony was seeing how many of his fat fingers he could stick in me at once!” She paused to take a sip from a glass of wine she hadn’t finished earlier. The grip of her thighs didn’t relax once!

 
“We came to a stop at a house and fell through the door, unable to reach the bedroom before my dress was lifted and Tony’s hands were everywhere, our mouths met once more. My dress was quickly removed as was Tony’s shirt and we fell onto the sofa, I felt Tony’s mouth sucking and licking my tits while his fingers slipped back into my now very wet slit. Then came the sharp pain of his love bite, I wanted them; I wanted a memento of our night and something for you to see.
As he fingered me I knew I wanted him to work his magic with his beautiful mouth and I moved us into a position with me underneath, letting him work his fingers and tongue on me, I opened my legs wide so that he could get to every part of me, I pulled him for all I was worth. I was in heaven. I could see the tell tale pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock, the sight of this gave me a wicked idea so I stopped, I didn’t want him to come yet. Kneeling up on the sofa I encouraged one of the other guys over. I was kneeling back. I could see the guy was now pulling a condom onto his very hard cock. ‘I'll be gentle,’ he said. I smiled back. Don’t put a rubber on, I want to be filled up! He smiled and discarded the rubber. I closed my eyes as I felt his very large cock enter me, pushing my lips apart, each thrust making headway against the elasticity of my so far tonight, unused cunt. I could hear myself groaning; half pain half ecstasy, with each thrust getting stronger and deeper, stretching me out wider and wider. Soon he was inside me fully, each time his huge cock slammed into me, my cunt got bigger and wetter”.

Natasha was becoming physically aroused by the telling of the tale and her gently throbbing cunt felt sticky against my thigh! She went on, her voice quivering with excitement. “As he approached his orgasm, I stopped him. Confused, he exclaimed; ‘I thought that’s what you wanted’? I replied; Yes, but not just yet. Tony applied some gel to his cock and then slipped inside me very gently, all the way in then all the way out opening and shutting my lips with each thrust, it was just heaven. I never wanted it to end I wanted him to fuck me hard, I wanted to be served by other men and I wanted you; my Husband, to know how much I was enjoying it. He soon returned to his stride. I could feel his every stroke slamming against my ass I could hear that gorgeous wet sound that only a stiff cock makes sliding into a very wet pussy and I loved the feel of my wetness trickling down the inside of my thighs. Soon I heard his breathing become deep and I knew he too wanted to climax. Remembering my plan, I stopped him as I had the other man and ejected him from between my thighs. He looked angry and confused. I calmed him down by telling him that he would soon get his release, but not too soon. He seemed to understand, this was part of a game and smiled a mischievous smile! I beckoned the other men over and told them both to fuck me good, but not to come until I said so.”

I glanced down at Natasha's face, her lips were moist and slightly parted. Her eyes were glazed with a faraway expression. She was clearly in a high state of excitement! She continued. “Once all four of them had enjoyed a go inside me they were all bristling with anticipation, and frustration, I told them what I had in mind. They loved the idea and we were soon back in the car on our way home to you. All the way home, I kept them on the boil by lying across the seats and rubbing my cunt against their cocks in turn. As we pulled into our street, I pulled one of the guys to me, he thrust into my engorged slit a couple of times then his cock stiffened and burst forth a huge climax which pumped right up into my womb. Without a word I pushed him off and grabbed the next guy, he nearly went off in my hand but his cock found it’s target and I was rewarded with another torrent of hot spunk right up inside me. As the next guy started thrusting I pulled my knees up and lifted my cunt off the seat so as not to waste any of the hot juices inside me”.

By now Natasha's subtle undulating was leaving my thigh feeling like it had dried up wallpaper paste smeared on it. A cold realisation was starting to grip me causing my cock to throb and pulsate.

“Tony was the last, I knew he wanted to fuck me properly, but I didn’t want him to pump the spunk out of me so I grabbed him and pulled at his cock till he started to groan, at the last second, I pulled him into my swollen hole while I lay on my back making sure none of the precious come leaked out. The ecstasy on his face showed he had emptied inside me, which was just wonderful. I clasped my hand tightly to my cunt to stem the flow, then I let myself out of the car and shuffled out into the night and into your bed, that’s why I wrapped my legs around your waist; so you could experience my gift to you. If you’re ready, you can shove your cork into my full bottle” She laughed at her cheesy comment and smiled a wicked mocking smile at me. I wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. As I guided my throbbing cock into her hole, my foreskin was pulled right back from the power of my erection, I pushed it into her and felt the unmistakable kiss of cool semen engulfing my shaft. I thrust all the way inside and felt the sheer volume of fresh man juice oozing past my cock as I made my passage into Natasha’s slack, stretched, freshly fucked cunt.

Out in the street I heard a car engine start and motor away, followed by four long blasts of the cars horn!

I nearly passed out with the sheer bitter sweet pleasure that comes from knowing you have just shared your wife’s precious fruits with a bunch of complete strangers and she has loved every minute of it!

We were getting so desperate for some really raunchy sex to get our libido’s fired up again. We had tried and failed to get a really horny situation to occur so many times that we were losing hope.

We had talked about situations, which we would enjoy. What I was looking for was a situation where my wife Natasha would be practically the only woman amongst a large group of testosterone fuelled men, fresh from a rugby match or something similar.

Natasha had an outfit ready for the nights festivities and we had decided to be mega adventurous and try a trip to Cardiff to see if we could make our fantasy come true at least in part.

I came home early on Saturday so that I would have plenty of energy for the nighttime.

Natasha had had a leisurely day pampering herself, washing her hair and shaving the parts of her body which we hoped would be in for more than just admiring glances during the evening!

After my bath, Natasha followed me upstairs to our room to show me her outfit. I was impressed and immediately responded with the first of many erections of the evening.

She was wearing a sexy sheer see through top with a short white tennis style skirt with hold up stockings. She turned her back to me and bending over slightly, asked me if I could see her stocking tops. I resisted the temptation to run my finger up her exposed slit and told her that they didn’t show!

I wanted to flip her over and fuck her right then but instead resisted the temptation and continued dressing. She commented on the bulge in my pants but did not push the matter; both of us fighting down the urge to just shag it out of our system!

In the car, we tried to keep the chatter light, Natasha just couldn’t resist asking me what I hoped would happen during the night to come. I pondered this for a while then confessed to her how deliciously horny I had become when I walked into our local bar to find her sexy dancing with some guy. This particular night had been a failure as the guy was a bit creepy but talk about potential. I had watched them dancing for a while, him running his hands all over her ass and body, her sticking her leg between his and thrusting her virtually bare tits in his face. I was literally feeling giddy from the rush of lust I felt watching them and had to retire to the loo’s where I just sat in the cubical imagining what they were up to on the dance floor as I did not have the nerve to watch! After a bit of reflection I told her I would really like us to visit a few bars and clubs, hopefully finding somewhere that suited us where she could feel comfortable, we could then move on to a pub where Natasha could indulge in some Dutch courage before returning to the aforementioned club on her own. I would make the pretence of parking the car or something to kill a bit of time before sneaking into the club without her noticing me. I would then scour the club to find Natasha and some discrete place that I could watch her from.

She asked me where I wanted to draw the line. “No rules, no limits,” I replied. She just smiled back at me licking her luscious lips.

The frustration of our numerous failed attempts was obviously affecting Natasha as she was behaving braver than I have seen her in a long time. As we arrived at the club Natasha handed me her coat and asked me to take it back to the car for her, she would meet me inside the club. I left her with some money to buy the first drinks.

I walked the short distance back to the car, but instead of depositing the coats, I decided to take a short drive to waste some time. Driving around Cardiff is not such a good idea when you don’t know the place. With all the ‘No left turns’ and city traffic, it was a full hour before I was back at the car park. By the time I had queued up to get inside the club an hour and a half had passed, Natasha would be either pissed off and thirsty on the money I had left her or well pissed and horny on someone else’s money by now.

The club was full of little dark alcoves and was absolutely heaving with hot sweaty bodies. It took me some time to locate Natasha. I eventually spotted her rush of dark hair in a little shadowy booth in one of the alcoves. Through the sheer weight of bodies in the place, it was hard to get a clear view of her but she was most certainly not alone. I could see that she was leaning close to someone, flirting and laughing, the way you do in these situations, probably unable to here much of what her companion was saying.

The DJ announced a favourite bump and grind song. Natasha appeared from the booth with companion in tow and headed towards the dance floor. As she was not aware of my presence, she started to dance with her back to me. She was moving her body in a sexy suggestive manner and I wanted desperately to view her from the front. It must have taken me half the song to get to a position where I had a front view of Natasha; even then I couldn’t see her face because the guy kissing her obscured it! I felt a wave of nausea well up in my stomach, what a strange feeling, sweet torturous, fear, revulsion, anger and lust mixed into one heady emotion. Natasha’s eyes were closed and she was truly getting off on the guy! His leg was pushed between her legs and he was slowly sliding it up and down whilst pressing her to him. I wondered whether he was aware she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the little skirt.

As before, I began feeling dizzy and decided to go to the loo’s to compose myself and decide how I felt about things. I sat down in the cubical and felt the blood return to my head. I could start to think rationally again and had to decide if I was comfortable to let things continue. When I contemplated where this could lead, my cock started to swell and I knew I was going to let things develop. I could imagine what this would do for our sex life, how we would talk about this night when we were out walking and how we would probably get so turned on we would end up fucking in the woods!

So the ball was in Natasha’s court, if she was hoping I was going to step in and stop her, she would be disappointed!

The Intuitive DJ Faded in Don’t Cha’ by the Pussycat Dolls and I knew this would be worth watching!

Natasha was giving the guy a show, with just the right mix of sexy moves and inebriation she was dancing like a fucking top whore, just for him, making all the moves she normally reserves for me! Her stockings had slipped down slightly and were now on show, she was dancing facing the disco lights and the bright lights were showing her ample tits off to wonderful effect. Random thoughts exploded in my head, I remember thinking how close her naked shaven cunt was to his cock, the thought of it nearly made me faint!

The song ground to a halt and he grabbed Natasha close to him and started roughly kissing her lips, now I could see his hand between her legs, almost involuntarily, her legs opened a little to give his fingers access.

The next song was a slow grind, he pulled Natasha close, still kissing her deeply, her eyes were closed, oblivious to where she was or what she was doing. His hand was still up under her skirt; her hips were gently thrusting forwards to take what he was doing deeper into her.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was not going to stop her, I was going to let her go all the way this time and that before the night was through, that random stranger could possibly be pumping his load up deep between my gorgeous wife’s legs!
The DJ started playing faster dance music, which was obviously not to Natasha’s taste, she took her new man by the hand and sashayed back to their booth. By a stroke of bad luck, I found myself caught between Natasha and her destination. Natasha looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. She was certainly shocked to see me. We exchanged a look, and then I backed off. Natasha seemed to calm down from the initial surprise, realising I wasn’t going to cause a scene, her face changed to a wicked little smile which she followed up with a naughty wink!
She let her guy sit down first so that she was sat on the end, facing where I was standing. Staring right at me, she pulled the man close and started to kiss him passionately. She took one of his hands and placed it on one of her breasts, all the time staring at me daring me to make her stop. I responded with a pretend yawn, Natasha pouted with a mock frown then taking his free hand she placed it between her legs, spreading them slightly to show me exactly where the hand was going. Her left hand was massaging his rigid cock through his trousers. Natasha’s legs were sufficiently apart now that I could clearly see his fingers slipping in and out of her cunt. Her pelvis was rhythmically writhing up to meet the thrust of his fingers I had to avert my gaze at one point, afraid that her friend would notice me staring. I looked around the immediate vicinity and noticed that I was not the only onlooker. Several other lusty males were clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Natasha’s object of affection was obviously getting very turned on by her manipulations and whispered something in her ear, she replied to him, he then got up and walked to the door.
Natasha quickly grabbed my attention and said that we had to leave quickly as the guy was expecting her to join him for a fuck outside beneath the fire escape.
As she pulled me toward the door, I stopped her and said,” that’s not fair, you can’t lead him on like that, you will have to go through with it now.” “You’re joking aren’t you?” she asked. My look told her that I was serious and she slowly slipped her hand from mine and walked towards the fire escape.
I didn’t stay around to watch, I slipped out of the club and waited in the car.
Some considerable time later, Natasha slowly made her way across the car park looking a little worse for wear. We didn’t speak, the car park was deserted, I pushed her roughly back onto the bonnet of the car and shoved my rock hard cock into her cunt, she didn’t resist, my cock found her slippery hole in a second. So turned on, my throbbing cock took very little time to explode inside her.
In the car, I made her take her top off and we drove home that way. It’s a long way back home from Cardiff and I found it necessary to fuck her twice more on the way home. We fucked so many times that night, every time I woke up, I would have a throbbing hard on which Natasha didn’t have the nerve to refuse. I didn’t ask her any questions that night; that would keep for another night!

We had checked into our room early on the Saturday afternoon, by about 4.00pm we had eaten lunch and spent an enjoyable afternoon around the resort. At about 6.00pm my mobile rang, a customer had traveled down from some distance to see an expensive item we had for sale, he had cash on him! I told Natasha I would have to nip home and close the deal, I would be back by 9 or 9:30pm at the latest. Natasha planned to meet me in the nightclub off the Hotel. We walked back to the Hotel, as I made ready to go, Natasha got undressed and went into the shower, as soon as she shut the door, I started to put my plan in motion.

When Natasha stepped out of the shower, I was gone, on closer scrutiny so was her suitcase of clothes, all that was left was a bottle of red wine, a pair of hold up stockings, black 5 inch heeled stilettos and her green tea bag dress.

On the pillow were two notes; one said. “Drink the wine for courage, wear the dress for fun”. The other note was sealed with writing on the envelope saying; hand this note to the man or men, which take your fancy.

I left the hotel and drove out of town and stopped, the phone call was bogus, just part of my elaborate plan. At about 8.30, I phoned the Hotel; Natasha was not in our room. They offered to get a message to her in the lounge that I had been delayed and would be back at around 10.30 – 11.00 pm. I arrived at the nightclub at about 11.30pm.

As I walked in, I saw Natasha on the dance floor with a rugged looking man in jeans and a shirt. They were one of two couples slow dancing and his hand was quite plainly resting on her hips as they danced. Startled, but quickly excited by the sight, I decided to have a drink at the bar and watch her a bit. I was sure she had been drinking for a while if she was letting him feel her up and decided that I needed to catch up.

There was one other couple seated in the nightclub, quite a number of men, mostly salesman types at tables or at the bar with me. The men were all watching my wife as though she was the entertainment. When the music ended I watched him lead Natasha over to a table to join two other businessmen, one of them overweight and one that looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. She walked like an wasted person trying  to act sober. In addition to the drink she picked up, I could see at least three empty Wine glasses in front of her. I knew from experience that Natasha got very tipsy on two Wines. If that was her fourth (or worse), I knew she was getting very drunk and horny. I could see possibilities for some voyeuristic excitement here and started figuring out a plan to take advantage of what was going on.

The extremely sleazy dress she wore was my favorite outfit; normally reserved for our private bedroom fun I remember feeling a slight pang of jealousy that all these men had been leering at my wife for the last couple of hours. The dress was a thin, shiny sheer material, full of tiny tea bag style perforations the hem of the skirt ended about 1 inch below Natasha’s shaven pubic mound. In the backless dress she was of course braless which allowed her breasts to move around very freely in the silky material. Her hard nipples showed very clearly through the thin material.

As I watched them at the table, the handsome older man was obviously charming Natasha very effectively. He was sitting close, hand sliding up and down her bare back, and looking directly into her eyes as they spoke. I was sure he was a master salesman; convincing her that she was the most desirable woman he'd ever met. Watching Natasha's expressions, I was also sure she was falling for his lines completely. He had to have been working on her for quite awhile, even with the help of the alcohol, to manipulate her to this level of intimacy. I'm sure if circumstances would allow, he could talk her into bed.

She was paying less attention to the other two who were generally, without exaggeration, leering at her breasts, adding brief comments to the general conversation, and making disguised comments to each other, presumably about her.

The other couple that had been dancing left, leaving about a dozen men and one other couple in the lounge. I watched her accept an invitation to slow dance with a man who walked over from another table and then return to the threesome. I was just starting my third drink when her favorite bump and grind song began and the younger man pulled her up to dance. Now Natasha loves to dance, but is normally a little shy about being the only couple on the dance floor. To be so quick to exhibit herself to all these men meant she had to be drunk and feeling very horny. As they moved onto the lit dance floor, I noticed every man in the place, except the other couple, had turned to watch. I was about to find out why.

He led Natasha through a swing dance. She was following awkwardly from the effects of the alcohol. He turned her quickly around forward and backward almost continuously. He was accomplishing his purpose, which obviously was to make her hem ride up as far and as often as possible for his companions and the other men in the room. I now saw what every other man in the room had been seeing, and why they were sitting so near the dance floor. As her dress flew out, I saw plainly the hold up stocking tops. He spun her so hard at times I also caught glimpses of her shaven mound as the dress raised at the front. I was very aroused at the sight of him intentionally exposing my wife to this leering audience. I was sure she had been only too aware of the affect her outfit she was having on the men in the room and had been enjoying teasing them all evening.

The way they were dancing was too strenuous for her after that many drinks and she stopped him before the song ended. They separated and continued dancing apart. He moved in behind her, held her waist and started grinding his pelvis against her. She kept time with him, her hands raised in the air, when his one hand slid down to her crotch. She immediately grabbed his hand and moved it back up. "So" I thought, "she's not that far gone." He worked his knee between her legs causing her dress to ride up. Knowing how she gets when drinking, I was sure she was excited from teasing these men and was enjoying her dress rising and showing more of her intimate places. But I doubted that she was aware that her dress had ridden up enough to display her cunt. A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the sight, including mine. When the music stopped, she moved unsteadily toward the table. I headed out to implement my plan.

I gathered that Natasha had felt safe consuming that much alcohol since she had expected me earlier. I also gathered that group of men were probably aware that I was expected. I thought it would be fun to remove that safety net and see how far she would go. I went out to the corridor, called the front desk. I asked them to get a message to her in the nightclub that I had broken down and would not be able to make it back till the next morning.

I returned to the bar in time to see another Wine put down in front of her. Though she protested, she polished off the drink she had and lifted the new one. I was amazed that she was still standing with this many drinks. As I ordered another drink, I saw the fellow from the front desk walk up to her and deliver my message, which the others obviously heard. I picked up my drink and moved to a table that was closer to them and give me a better view of the dance floor. With her back to me, and all the alcohol, I felt sure she wouldn't notice me.

The salesman was again talking to Natasha intimately, with his face very close and sliding his hand up and down her back. From their appearance, I got the impression that he may be trying to talk her into leaving with him. She was smiling and saying no to whatever he was suggesting. The younger man was on her left, and obviously staring at her breasts through the material of her dress. I could see the younger man's other hand had moved to her knee and start to stroke up and down on her exposed nylon covered leg.

She sat out the next couple of songs before accepting another fast dance with the younger man. They danced separately for a while with Natasha having difficulty maintaining her balance. He moved in behind her again and put one arm around her waist and one on her hip. Again she let him get away with pushing his knee between her legs, which forced her dress up and open in the front. This time he used his hand on her hip to pull her dress further to one side, exposing her smooth moist cunt even more. I remember seeing several of the men move closer to his companions to get a better view and were now standing.

When the song ended, one of the men standing approached her and she continued slow dancing awkwardly with him. He too managed to raise her dress up in the back without her noticing, but not quite high enough to show too much. I was amazed at the conspiracy growing between these men to expose my beautiful, drunken wife to each other so openly.

As the song ended the salesman walked up and cut in. She put both arms around his neck and he placed both his arms around her waist. Natasha obviously was more at ease with him, pressing her body close and allowing his hands to roam freely over her body. He talked to her as they danced, faces barely apart. Natasha smiled at him, nodding and I was worried that she might be agreeing to go to his room or in some way get more intimate. He brought his mouth to hers and she responded with a long kiss. As they kissed, she was not conscious of what his hands were up to. By moving his hands alternately up and down her hips, he had inched her dress up slowly. When she didn't react, he continued until the back of her dress was all the way up to her waist. Natasha was now completely exposed in the back from the waist down, with the rear view of her cunt open to this room full of smiling, very aroused men. Even the bartender had moved from behind the bar to watch the show on the dance floor. The salesman spun my pissed wife around so that he had his arms around her waist and was grinding his pelvis against her rear, her eyes were tightly closed as she let herself go to the rhythm and the alcohol. The man was getting braver, he knew the effect the wine was having and that the crowd was with him. He started to caress Natasha’s curves from armpits down to her thighs in slow strokes, slowly working his hands round to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. He obviously interpreted her shallow breathing as signs of arousal, so he moved on to the hem of her dress, lifting it way up to the appreciation of the crowd, he began to stroke her most intimate place. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed, I could see her mouth a moan as his fingers began to explore inside her moist cunt. He turned her back round keeping his fingers inserted in her. He began to kiss her deeply exploring her mouth with his tongue while his free hand worked it’s way up inside her dress to explore her breasts and nipples leaving most of her body completely exposed to the gazes of the admiring onlookers.

As the song ended, he held her arm to steady her as he helped her to the ladies room. After she went in, he returned to the table and leaned forward talk to his companions. I noticed that the other couple had left, but none of the men had left. Even though it was getting late, not one man had left! They were obviously not going to miss the rest of this show. I knew her three companions were not to be trusted and were obviously intent on taking advantage of her drunken condition in every way that they could.

I (and every other man) watched Natasha walk very unsteadily back to the table, holding onto chairs as she walked. As she sat down, I saw her reach out and sneak something to her handsome salesman friend. He smiled and pulled her to him. As he gave her a long kiss he held his hand up behind her head and examined the note I had left her. As they continued to kiss with her arms around his neck, I saw him hand the note to his companions. I remember seeing him stroking her thigh, while she let her legs open slightly. When his hand had advanced to her crotch, I saw Natasha pull back from the kiss and just stare lustily in his eyes. She allowed his hand to linger between her legs as the two kissed passionately. She finally seemed to remember the other two men and turned towards them opening her legs to give them a clear view of what was happening. Upon seeing all this, I decided to move to a closer table for a better view.

The younger man had moved close to her again, with his arm around Natasha's waist and talking to her and his friend. I knew from his position that he was getting a good look at her breasts through her top

The younger man must have slid his hand across her chest and evidently had cupped her breast. Almost as in slow motion, she lifted her head, looked at him and reaching for his face began to kiss him passionately. She stood slowly, using the table as support, and seemed to be trying to think. The younger man ran his hand all the way up the front of her leg as she stood there and was obviously touching her moist hole. The salesman had also reached up her dress and was feeling her cunt.

Natasha stepped back from the table, turned and walked awkwardly toward the bar. I could see her nipples were standing erect against the see through cloth of her dress She walked unsteadily up to a pair of men seated at the bar, and asked if they would dance with her. The excited men quickly took advantage of their good fortune and helped her on to the dance floor. As they started to sway back and forth, her arms around one mans neck, he quickly moved his hands to her rear. He dropped one hand to her thigh and raised her dress to her waist, roughly grabbing for her cunt with the other. Her salesman walked up and cut in. The man quickly relinquished her and moved back to the bar to watch.

Natasha put her arms around him and didn't really dance, but just swayed back and forth to the music. He started kissing her again, with his fingers stroking her clit. He of course worked the dress up slowly, and again exposed the proceedings to the, by now, incredibly horny audience. When the song ended, a man from another table came up and asked to dance with her, he too was all hands as they danced, kissing her lips and neck and stroking her clit with his fingers.
 
Natasha broke off from the dance, obviously wanting to get back to her glass and the more familiar surroundings of her table. The man she had been dancing with joined her and the group at the table, along with the other men who had recently become involved.

The group of men had now grown in number and volume, obviously causing the barman some concern, he moved over to the group and spoke to the salesman who stood out as the ringleader, I think he was going to break it up, but the salesman showed him the note I had written earlier, he shrugged and said something about taking it to your room!

By now every man in the club had either left or joined the group, I could see by the vacant look in Natasha’s eyes that she was past noticing anything, so I sidled up and joined the outskirts of the group. With the leader and another man’s help, Natasha was led from the club towards the lobby of the hotel then up the stairs towards the room, I tagged along behind the group, which now numbered seven including myself. We arrived at a room and Natasha was bundled inside, music was playing and the mini bar was opened and raided, Natasha was being plied with even more alcohol to prime her for the evening’s entertainment.

Everyone grabbed something to drink while the salesman fiddled with the TV and video and turned on a blue movie. Natasha was passed around the room with all the guy’s in the room kissing her deeply and playing with her breasts, and cunt. She then settled on the couch between the salesman and others and placed her long legs on the coffee table the man sat across from her subtly spread her legs as she sat spilling her wine and trying to focus on the movie as it began to heat up.

The salesman had made and excellent choice in that he picked a gangbang movie and the action was hot right from the start. Natasha was sitting with a look of awe on her face as this woman took on six guys and then she suddenly got this evil smile, I think she realized she was that women and I swear I saw her moist hole start dripping. She looked around and her eyes locked on the younger man. The salesman told him to go over and eat her wet cunt. Needless to say he got no argument and before long she was moaning as the younger man worked her moist hole over with his tongue. The salesman lifted her ass off the coach and instructed the rest of us to get involved.  One or the other of them ate her until they all had her wet cunt juice on their fingers and faces. Some of the men had been jerking themselves off and Natasha was covered from her cunt to her neck in spunk and still nobody had been inside her yet.

I was very pleased just enjoying the show. Neither of the participants noticed, or at least paid any attention to, my watching. As I looked on, a tall guy from the club freed one of Natasha’s succulent tits and moved his mouth to the firm, brown nipple. Natasha moaned with pleasure as he would flick his tongue across her nipple, then suck and nibble it, all the while mauling her other tit with his free hand. One of the men moved forward, he had taken a small camcorder from his bag and was focusing on the festivities.

I could tell that despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed, Natasha was on the brink of orgasm. Before she could come, one of the men suggested that we all move it onto the floor. The tall man wordlessly agreed. He reached both hands around Natasha and lifted her by the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. He carried Natasha from the couch and deposited her on the carpet. Once there, he stripped the green dress from Natasha’s protesting body and threw it to the side.

The tall guy lay on top of Natasha, kissing her and cupping and fondling her gorgeous tits, occasionally squeezing, pinching and twisting a nipple. After a few moments of this, he turned his attention to Natasha’s hungry cunt. The tall guy slid down and buried his face in Natasha’s now soaked pussy. Soon, he could wait no longer to fuck Natasha and he climbed on top of her began rubbing his hard cock against her very wet cunt. In one hard stroke, he buried his stiff cock in Natasha’s drunken cunt, causing her to release a heavy moan.

Natasha laid on her back, naked, legs spread wide while the tall guy alternated between long, slow thrusts and hard fast pumping. Natasha was in heaven. At one point, she opened her eyes and stared at me as the guy fucked her, smiling a delirious smile. Her eyes were full of pure, raw lust; I could tell that she did not even register my presence. I was so turned on by all of this! Soon, The tall guy’s pace quickened and his muscles tightened and he shot his load, filling my wife’s hot pussy with his spunk.

The real party was only just beginning, however. With the music back on, there were 7 drunk, horny people dancing in the hotel room. Even though we had two rooms of space to dance in, everyone stayed packed closely together. Natasha was sandwiched between the salesman and another man. He was grinding with her from the front, while the other ground on her from behind. As the music continued, and the room heated up, so did the dancers. Someone wrapped an arm around Natasha and grabbed one of her breasts, while continuing to grind on her ass. She continued to grind with the salesman while they now kissed.

 As I watched the scene another man slid into view as he groped Natasha's breast from behind, and stroked her cunt whilst still holding onto her breast. Natasha was now on spread open her left leg up on the coffee table, letting the salesman slide his hard cock into her.

The man holding Natasha’s breast was rubbing his erect cock against her cunt from behind as the salesman erupted a jet of thick sperm into my wife’s gaping hole. The man behind her was doing his civic duty supporting Natasha’s inebriated frame from collapsing into a heap on the floor. As the salesman withdrew his withering dripping manhood, he picked up Natasha’s pathetic sliver of a dress and wiped the sticky mess from his cock before settling back to his drink and the porno.

Seeing Natasha’s charms were no longer occupied, the fat man took his place between Natasha’s outstretched legs as the man behind steadied her, the fat man rammed his thick shaft into her sticky hole and began rhythmic pelvic thrusts in time with the music. After a few minutes he let out an animal bellow and thrust into her so deeply I thought his cock would burst out of her belly. As he withdrew, the spunk was running thick and fast from Natasha’s cunt, he hadn’t had any in a day or two!

The man who had been supporting her could obviously hold off no longer and let her go while he lifted his engorged cock into position at the rear entrance of her sopping hole. As he let go of her, Natasha involuntarily tipped forward till she was touching her toes, this brought a smile to the mans face and he grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her using her hips as a grab rail to thrust his much larger than average cock into her cunt. His fierce banging was stirring life into Natasha, her eyes were wide open and she was pressing back against his every thrust. Natasha has never been a screamer when being fucked, but she was doing her fair share of moaning now, a mixture of pleasure and pain was eliciting a range of horny guttural grunts and moans from those full rosy lips. This attracted the attention of the men watching the porno, who suddenly turned to watch the action. Obviously exited by the appreciation he was receiving the man lifted Natasha clean off the ground with his shaft still buried inside her and deposited her onto the coffee table and back into the center of the men’s attention.

An incredibly dirty thought entered my head and I jostled my way through the crowd of men and wriggled my way underneath the glass coffee table, from this position I was afforded a fantastic view of Natasha’s face and expressions. Her tits were pressed down onto the glass and the lips of her cunt were dragged back and forth across the glass as he pumped in and out of her, leaving trail after trail of frothy spunk on the glass topped table. The man inside her thrust forward with incredible force and Natasha’s eyes opened and almost focused on my face before closing again. The man inside her gave one more enthusiastic stroke before roaring out a stream of obscenities as his orgasm spewed forth into my wife’s engorged slit. As he withdrew, she went limp against the tabletop; the viscous jism flowing out of her onto the glass.

As I lay under the table with my rock hard cock in my hand, I watched as the remaining men took it in turns to see who could make the whore; my wife, squeal the most.

The salesman and the younger man were watching a session on the porno with a slut with two cocks in her hole, they looked at each other then came around to the table, as I wriggled out from under it, the salesman lifted Natasha off the table while the younger guy laid down on it, on his back with his legs over the sides. The salesman then sat Natasha down on the young guys erect cock, facing him, he then got down on his knees in front of Natasha and slid his pulsating rod into her engorged hole on top of his friend’s. He beckoned the fat man over and instructed him to lift Natasha by the armpits and pump her up and down on their swollen cocks. The sight of her cunt being stretched by these two huge cocks was making me dizzy with lust and before I knew it I was in the middle of the room with my hand on my cock, so much for staying inconspicuous. I saw the salesman clock me and look at me suspiciously before returning his attention to what he was doing to my wife. Simultaneously the two men shook as they pumped further jets of spunk into what had once been my faithful marital hole. The salesman disengaged himself from Natasha and walked over to me with droplets of spunk still oozing from his shaft. “What’s your game then pal?” One of the other men looked over at me and said; “I saw him with the slut when they arrived, they booked in together.”  “What we have here is a cuckold, Gentlemen. So you’re the one who wrote me this very fine note.” With that, he reached into his pocket and brought out the note I had written earlier; “Dear Sir, if my wife has handed you this note, she and I consent to you and any friends you care to invite, to fuck her senseless and to use her body in any way you choose for the duration of this night. Furthermore you have our written permission to ejaculate inside her without the use of condoms regardless of any protestations she may make to the contrary. Signed etc. etc.” He folded the note and returned it to his pocket. “ Well,” he said. “Time for you to reap what we have sown!” With that, he gestured me towards my prostrate wife!

The cameraman wasn’t missing any of the action, with the camera a few feet away from Natasha's wide-open cunt; I removed my clothing and stood astride the splayed open legs of my graphically exposed wife. Like a high diver, my cock prepared to make the plunge into that sweet pool of steaming spunk. Tension mounted as I slowly lowered my cock towards her dripping cunt. Strands of pre-cum were hanging from the tip of my cock from all the previous excitement helping to guide my throbbing meat towards its' creamy destination.

The crowd shouted encouragement as my cock touched against the swollen entrance to Natasha’s hole, then disappeared into the creamy wetness of male ejaculate. As my cock submerged into Natasha's slit, the milky jism overflowed her lips before running down the valley of her rear and finally pooled on the surface of the glass table. Natasha screamed with pleasure as I began thrusting motions and plunged ever deeper into the creamy recesses of her molten cunt. Rivers of orgasms were now pulsating through Natasha, as I was about to bury my shaft in her fuck-hole right up to my balls. My scrotum pounded against her, spewing hot strands of thick ejaculate that splashed against my balls before dripping back on to her sodden thighs. Natasha's slim hips began to buck to a shuddering climax and with it bringing my ecstasy to near peak. Just as I was about to shoot my wad, I pulled my cock out of her creamy pussy to reveal a tidal wave of cum encrusting my pubic hair, balls, and the entire length of my shaft.

Natasha's gaping cunt, stomach and thighs were also completely matted with this same thick juice. With the tip of my cock poised about an inch over her weary cunt, I erupted with my own overwhelming blast. Spurt after spurt erupted from my pulsating cock, combining with the copious ejaculate already covering Natasha's hole, thighs and stomach.

As I withdrew from Natasha, she collapsed into alcoholic oblivion still lying across the glass coffee table with her legs splayed apart and sperm bubbling forth from her cunt, a small lake of sticky spunk had pooled around her bottom and the thought crossed my mind of how she would moan about that if she were conscious. I grabbed myself a drink and sat down with the guy’s in front of the TV screen as the salesman plugged the little camcorder in to watch back the footage. They patted me on the back and applauded me on my performance.  I was accepted into their newly formed circle. 

As we watched the video footage, waiting for our loins to re-charge, Natasha stirred and dragged herself up off the coffee table, I thought she was probably heading towards the loo. We were all so engrossed in the camcorder action, nobody noticed as she picked up her tea bag dress and slipped out of the hotel room.

The effect of the booze I had consumed began to take it’s toll and I must have dropped off for a bit, when

I awoke, the video had finished and I was alone in the room in front of the glowing TV screen. Natasha was nowhere to be seen; I looked in the bedrooms but all I found was the men from earlier, now fast asleep. I went to leave the room, then with an afterthought, opened up the camcorder and pocketed the tape.

I navigated to our Hotel room. The door was not locked. Obviously, Natasha had nowhere to keep the key, so had just left the door open. I looked inside the room. No sign of her. I left the room and made my way downstairs to the bar

She was wearing the come soaked tea bag dress with the high heels and stockings, She was dancing provocatively swirling her hips and rubbing her hands up and down her body, sometimes just rubbing the front of her boobs. Inside the hotel bar, which had officially closed for the night, watching her every move was a group of much older local men. She went to each of the men in turn and offered her charms, which each took turns in touching. I was past caring what happened at that point, if I hadn't been drunk I might have stopped it. I could scarcely believe she had any energy left, but here she was, another free drink in her hand, entertaining a new crowd of men, with the spunk of the last encounters plastered all over her dress and body, thick musky spunk still oozing from between her legs
They were cheering her on and asking for more, she started dancing under the single white spotlight making sure the light was trained straight on her totally see through, sperm soaked dress. Her hands started rubbing her boobs and she pulled up the hem of her dress showing her gorgeous creamy soaked cunt lips. I was in a semi drunken dream watching discretely from the doorway.

The group was very excited; they were rubbing their cocks from outside their trousers.
She walked up to the nearest man and pushed his face into her tits, he somehow got his mouth over one and sucked her nipple. One of the others came up behind her and grabbed hold of the other one and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
I'm sure I heard her sigh, and the next thing she was surrounded by all four of them as they felt all over her body. Her dress was removed for the second time tonight and she stood naked except for her stockings and high heels. Suddenly they all had their cocks out, she found one in each hand and she was pushed to the floor on all fours. A cock was presented to her mouth and she started sucking it without saying anything. This was really something, as Natasha almost never sucked cock.
When I look back, now sober, I would find it hard to believe that my beautiful wife was kneeling naked in front of yet another group of horny men
She was suddenly lifted onto the bar table and one of them was between her legs, naked. I can't remember them taking their clothes off but they were all naked and feeling every inch of her body. The guy between her legs pushed his cock into her and I remember him saying how wet she was. I almost laughed, little did he know! He must have fucked her for about fifteen minutes before he shot his spunk into her.
The next one was inside her as soon as he could, he must have spent ten minutes fucking her before he came. The third man got between her legs and they all cheered as he knelt above her showing off his huge cock. It must have been nine inches long and very thick. He entered her in one go and she grabbed his backside as he proceeded to fuck her with long hard strokes. She started moaning loudly and I sort of sobered up slightly as I saw that she was really enjoying his cock. She came really loudly and he followed quickly shooting into her with a loud groan.
The last man took his turn and slipped into her huge wet pussy. I think she had had enough as she did not really react to him and he came quickly inside her.
I watched from the doorway as they all composed themselves before sloping off like scared rabbits, back to their wives no doubt.

I was about to help Natasha up to our room when out of the corner of my eye I noticed the barman. He had lowered the shutters on his bar and was surveying the wasted naked woman lying on the table, a look in his eyes made me back out into the shadows and pause. My instincts were right, he began unzipping his flies and tugging on what looked to be a fair sized weapon. He gently parted Natasha’s spunk encrusted legs and pulled her down the table towards his jerking cock. She slid easily along the sperm soaked table and it wasn’t long before he was bucking and thrusting to a long drawn out orgasm. He too used Natasha’s little dress to clean himself, then without uttering a word he left the bar and the Hotel.

I waited until the room was quiet then went inside, gathered up Natasha’s miniscule dress and carried her up to our room. She would try to deny much of what had happened tonight, but I had the proof in my top pocket in the form of the videotape

I pushed open the door with my foot. As I dumped Natasha unceremoniously on the bed, I became aware that we were not alone in the room. “All night long, your note said.” Said the salesman. “The night is yet young.” As I closed the door behind me I could here the now too familiar sound of his blood-engorged cock slipping inside Natasha’s half conscious soaking wet cunt! The night was indeed still young!

It was our anniversary and we had planned to go to a sleazy club in Plymouth we had been told about on a forum.

Natasha asked me to select what she should wear for the evening from her wardrobe. I knew I was in for a sexy evening so I selected a black see through blouse that criss crossed over her lovely large but firm breasts. It had ties that went around her waist and tied at the back. I also selected a very short black wraparound skirt; I knew she wouldn't be wearing any knickers. I was hoping for a little fun on the dance floor. That turned out to be an understatement!

Whilst getting ready and being in a party mood, Natasha opened a bottle of wine. I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissed her and whispered in her ear; "you don't attempt to adjust your clothing at all tonight, anything falls open stays open, agreed?" She smiled up at me and replied; "ok as long as it's what you want." "Anything goes tonight." I boasted. Famous last words!

Being a lovely warm evening, Natasha didn’t bother with a coat. We parked up in Plymouth and walked towards where we thought the club was. After a few false starts, we decided to pop into a pub for Natasha to get a top up.

As we left the pub, we decided to grab a taxi to get to the club we had been told about. As Natasha was getting into the car her tiny wraparound skirt opened completely to the waist giving the taxi driver a tantalising view of her shaved cunt. She feigned embarrassment then started to giggle. We passed the address of the club to the taxi driver. "Are you sure you want to go there?" He inquired. "Especially the way the lady is dressed."

I assured him that it was exactly where we wanted to go.

After driving some distance through the back streets, we duly arrived and I helped Natasha from the taxi. It was only as the taxi pulled away that I realised the place did look a little run down.

We were in a dark back alley, somewhere in a City neither of us was familiar with.

A bright security light suddenly broke through the darkness and a subtle door in the flat concrete wall opened to reveal the sounds and smells of a club.

There was a man wearing a dark tuxedo standing by the door. I asked him if the club was open to the public, he looked Natasha up and down, grinned and replied sarcastically, "For you Sir and Madame, we are."

We felt a little uncomfortable, but didn't really feel we had much choice; we accepted his insincere invitation and walked through the door, which slammed hard shut behind us. In font of us was a steep set of steps down into a short corridor with doors off both sides to the toilets, I made a joke about health and safety having a day off when those stairs were put in, Natasha observed that she could smell cigarette smoke, which was odd since smoking is banned in all clubs now!

I needed to use the loo quickly, Natasha said, "I need to go too, wait for me outside!" I had just entered the loo when Natasha followed me in complaining that the ladies were locked up.

Out in the narrow passage again, there was only one other door so we gingerly pushed it open. The smell of smoke hit us hard, unaccustomed, as we are to cigarette smoke these days. The air conditioning was running hard, trying to keep up, giving the whole place an eerie chill. I perused the inside of the spacious room. The ceilings were low. I noticed there were no windows as obviously the whole elevation was underground. There were numerous tables around the perimeter of the room set out with packs of cards and green cloth tops a couple of groups of men sat to tables, money was piled in the center and each man had a pile of money in front of him. It began to dawn on me that this was probably some kind of illegal gambling and drinking den, very few female clients, the locked ladies toilets, no signs outside or windows. Definitely designed for predominantly male clientele.

Just off from the main room was a dimly lit open area surrounded by sofa’s and comfy chairs, there was a brightly lit jukebox full of old 45’s being fed coins by a scruffy looking guy in jeans and denim shirt. A faded tobacco stained mirror ball hung motionless from the ceiling, obviously this had been the dance floor in bygone times.

The bar area drew my attention as it was better lit than the rest of the place. I took Natasha by the arm and escorted her over to the bar. There didn't seem to be many women in the place just one couple sat at a table, only men were stood at the bar.

Natasha placed one foot on the foot-rail of the bar and leaned slightly forward. The bar was busy and it took a while to catch the barman’s eye, just to be a little cheeky, I slid my hand into the fold of Natasha’s skirt and began to rub her smooth cunt. I was sliding my finger in and out of her wet hole when the barman came over to us and asked Natasha what she was having. I was watching her embarrassed face in the mirror trying to order the drinks while I was furiously fingering her!  Being in the midst of this noisy crowd was very exciting for both of us. Natasha had her eyes closed and was wearing her ‘fuck face’ she does when she is turned on. The barman returned with the drinks so I had to remove my wet hand from her cunt to pay him. I took a sip of my drink and when I put my hand back under her skirt there was another guy’s hand touching her cunt. I was temporarily stunned. I couldn’t believe that one of these guys would be brazen enough to move in so quickly.

As some seats had become vacant, Natasha hoisted herself up onto a barstool. I turned back to her and was shocked to see her little wraparound skirt had fallen open and she was showing rather a lot. Being a warm evening she hadn't bothered wearing stockings. Her show hadn't gone unnoticed. Some of the men had turned to get a better view, when the barman returned to serve at our end of the bar; he was practically leaning out over the counter to get a look.

Feeling a little apprehensive in this strange place, I drew Natasha's attention to her skirt and she scowled at me, I remembered how I had made her promise not to fix her clothes. It also occurred to me that Natasha would be unstoppable after the amount of booze I had plied to her over the evening. Every time my back was turned, Natasha seemed to have a full glass to her lips. The place was starting to fill up. The bar area was quite crowded with people all around us. It occurred to me that quite a number of men were standing around Natasha. Something caught my eye and I looked more carefully at her skirt. It was moving. Then I realised that the guy next to her had his hand under her skirt and by the look of it he must have been up as far as her cunt.

Natasha's eyes were closed and it seemed she was in a state of sexual arousal. I then noticed that her wrap around blouse was sagging open. Someone had undone the ties at the back. It was so far apart at the front that I could see one of her nipples. The thought that a lot of men could see her bare breasts and one guy was fingering her cunt was really turning me on.

A guy standing behind Natasha was leaning against her back. He was nuzzling her neck and whispering in her ear. I had to look around him to see that he had pulled her blouse open and was fondling her bare breasts. I also noticed that she had her legs wide open and if it wasn't for the fact that the guy fingering her cunt had started to kiss her, she would have been moaning loudly as an orgasm shook her body.

As her orgasm subsided, I pushed the guy out of the way and pulled Natasha off the stool and escorted her to a booth, trying to pull her blouse together as we walked. She slapped my hands away and snapped; "you wanted it so you'd better enjoy it." I must have looked shocked and she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately to appease me.

When we were sat down I asked her if she realised what had just happened. She said that she wasn't that drunk and anyway the fantastic orgasm sure would have sobered her up.

I asked if she wanted to leave. She replied no way as she was having a lot of fun. I confessed that I also was enjoying our anniversary evening. Watching her become the plaything of another man was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Just then a waiter brought us two drinks. He said they were sent over by a man at the bar. We looked in his direction, he raised his glass to us and Natasha did the same back.

I pointed out to Natasha that if we stayed there, there may be a good chance that men would want more than just to play with her. With that she replied; "anything goes." Those words had come back to haunt me.

"Do you mean you would let them 'Have you!' Let them put their cocks in you!" I questioned. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "I see the idea doesn't seem to bother him! The thought of them fucking me isn't turning him off is it?" She whispered scornfully. "I bet he won't refuse a fuck when I'm full of other men’s spunk!"

Jesus, that last comment made me feel quite giddy!

I think Natasha was a little more 'relaxed' than I was. Just then, the man who had sent the drinks over, came to our table and asked Natasha to dance with him to the music on the juke box. She readily accepted. I watched as best I could as they came into sight now and then as my view was somewhat blocked by the throng of men circling the dance floor.

I could see that the guy was helping himself to feeling her bum and tits. Even sliding his hand inside her skirt to play with her shaved cunt. The fact that she had no knickers on made this easy for him to get complete access to her cunt and I am sure he was finger fucking her again. I could see she was really turned on as she started to kiss him there in the middle of the floor.

They were soon swallowed up on the crowded dance floor.

After a few minutes I was curious to see what I was missing. I walked around the dance floor then right at the back of the room I spotted them. A group of men surrounded her, watching as her partner kissed her and felt her up. He moved behind her and had her blouse completely open and her skirt pulled open and wrapped around behind her completely exposing her shaved cunt and bare breasts to the other men.

Natasha pulled away from him and returned to her seat in the booth to take a long pull of her drink. I saw her motion towards sorting her blouse and skirt out, and then thinking better of it, left things as they were. I sat next to her in the booth putting myself between her and any further amorous advances. My emotions are in turmoil at times like this with my head and my cock wanting opposite outcomes!

Her friend had left her to talk to a table of guys who were playing poker. When he returned he proclaimed that he had got in on a poker table and did Natasha and I want to join him. I protested at first, but the guy said they were playing for high stakes and he would get me a free intro.

I am no poker player and would normally have refused, but we were locked in this place with some pretty serious looking characters, so I thought I had better play along!

I didn’t have a great deal of money with me so I thought; if I lost, it would be over pretty quickly.

We sat down at the poker table, the men were all shooting Natasha admiring glances, her cunt was now hidden by the table but her blouse, undone as it was from the back was fighting a loosing battle trying to conceal her ample breasts!

The playing started and hand after hand, I was winning, building my meager starting purse to a veritable wedge within a short time. I was on a high seeing all the cash in front of me and my normal cautious nature had been overcome by greed!

In the middle of a game where I was holding a damn strong hand, the stakes suddenly raised as two players battled to see one another. All my money was on the table so I had no option but to fold.

As I got up to leave the table, I was roughly pushed back down again by one of the players who said; “ You don’t leave the table mid hand, not while you still hold assets, you have to pay to see the remaining players cards!” I pointed out to him that; I had no assets, I was cleaned out! He pointed at Natasha and said; “You have an asset!”

I understood straight away and as the other players turned over there cards, I realised how easily I had been duped!

The guy with the winning hand pulled Natasha up out of her chair and frog marched her over to the little dance floor. He put a couple of sleazy tunes on the juke box, then started to do a sort of slow dance, pelvic grind with her. He had her turned around and was rubbing his cock against her ass whilst sensuously caressing the sides of her breasts and down her back, gently cupping her breasts as his strokes reached them.

He very carefully slid his palms around her waist and down her tummy before turning his hands and skillfully parting her legs whilst showering kisses to the nape of her neck.

Natasha was beside herself; this was seduction on a grand scale and a world of difference from my usual pathetic wham bam efforts!

His fingers were now parting the lips of Natasha’s cunt and finding her magic spot, he began to play with it with the fingers of one hand while inserting the fingers of his other hand into Natasha’s willing slit. All the time nuzzling her neck and whispering in her ear.

She started to moan in response to his fingering; Natasha turned and had her hands down the front of his trousers, pumping his engorged shaft up and down. He was a little shorter than her and with her five-inch heels it had just dawned on me that they would be the perfect match for a knee trembler when Natasha took the initiative and eased his throbbing nine inch shaft into her hole. He fucked her like that for a little while. It didn't take him long to start moving faster as his orgasm approached. I could hear his moans over the music as he came inside my Natasha.

Natasha was looking around the room with a puzzled expression, she asked the guy where the toilets were, then he escorted her across the crowded room, past all the guy’s sat at the card tables. True to her word or just oblivious to it, Natasha’s blouse was still untied and her wraparound skirt pulled round to the front so that as she walked everyone got a chance to ogle her fabulous firm tits and spunk dripping cunt!

She had been gone for about ten minutes when it dawned on me that there was no ladies toilet. I pushed my way out of the room and into the narrow corridor. I could hear the commotion coming from the gent’s before I got there.

Inside the gent’s quite a sight awaited me, there was Natasha, bent over the urinal with the bloke furiously fucking her from behind holding on to both her tits to support himself. The sight of this stranger pumping her delicious cunt full of spunk again was just too much for me and I came in my pants. I went into a cubical to clean myself up just as Natasha had finished her fucking and was leaving the toilets. When I returned to the main room the group of card players from our table had Natasha bent over the jukebox and were mounting her from behind.

One after the other, the four of them took turns fucking her. There was loads of spunk running down her thighs. When the last one had finished, they all went off to the bar leaving her lying there. I cleaned her thighs with my handkerchief, and then jammed it up her cunt to lock the rest inside. It was my intention to take her home and have some fun with her delicious well-fucked cunt.

As we left the club, Natasha was difficult to handle. I have never witnessed her in such a prolonged aroused state. She was grabbing at my crotch, trying to get my cock out as we walked. Every few yards were punctuated with her grabbing at my face and hungrily sucking my tongue into her mouth. All the time, rubbing her sopping cunt against my body like a bitch on heat.

As we reached the car, she was incoherently mumbling recollections of the night and the things that had been done to her. Every word she said seemed to bring her to greater heights of dizzy lust.

On the drive towards home, Natasha was so outrageously turned on, I thought she might injure herself the way she was manically rubbing and pawing between her legs.

I couldn’t concentrate on the driving and decided to pull into a lay by to cool off a little.

I got out of the car leaving the door a little ajar and the interior light turned on. The sight of Natasha so turned on with her legs up on the dash, finger fucking herself for all she was worth made my cock stand out stiff. I undid my fly and decided to satisfy myself then and there.

While I was stood there, concentrating on watching the action in the car, I sensed that I was not alone. Looking round, I caught sight of another guy, slightly smaller than me but with a stocky build. His hand was encircled round his own manhood, which he was wanking furiously whilst watching Natasha.

When she noticed what I was doing, she shouted,” don’t waste it, put it in me now!”

Well, the guy obviously thought the remark was for him as he was in like Flynn before Natasha could comment, balls deep in her sticky slimy cunt.

He fucked her like a damn jackhammer with fast long strokes. I had already made myself come  but he just kept right on going with his long thick shaft reaming Natasha out like never before. With a deep thrust he moaned softly, then shot his wad deep within her, making her buttocks tense up and eliciting an animal scream of pleasure from her lips.

He finished himself off with a series of shallow thrusts as Natasha shook and quivered at the end of his shaft, shaking like she had jumped into a bath of cold water!

He spoke to her with a tone of pure gratitude; “thank you.” He said, then turned and disappeared back into the darkness!

When we reached home I laid Natasha down on the living room couch. I just stood there admiring her lovely form.

Even though I had recently come, I couldn't help but get aroused again looking at her beauty. Fingerprints and suck marks covered her lovely breasts. Her delicious cunt lips were now red and slightly swollen. I watched the spunk still oozing out of her. She was well pissed, sort of half asleep and half in some fantasy dream. She had been well fucked by a number of guys and it was obvious she was in post fuck heaven.

I got down on my knees and draped one of her legs over my shoulder so that I could get at her delicious cunt.

I slowly licked each cunt lip then sucked on them. All the time taking spunk into my mouth, each lick, each suck got more and more of it from her. I then concentrated on her clit, bringing her to another shattering climax. The intensity of her climax forced the last of the spunk from the strangers out of her cunt and onto my tongue.

I could wait no longer. I dived on my lovely Natasha sinking my dick into her spunk filled cunt and kissing and licking her face.

What a wonderful anniversary.

We had talked about it for years, but this particular Friday we did more than talk.

I came home early and stopped at the shop on the way home and bought you a bottle of strong red wine. By the time I got home you had already started on a previous bottle and were quite merry.

We flirted a little then you went to the bathroom to prepare. You shaved and perfumed, we messed about some more as you came out of the bathroom then I dragged you upstairs for a taster.

I forcefully pushed you back onto the bed and shoved my face between your legs, I licked and sucked the way you like it until you begged me to stick my cock in, I refused your request as I didn’t want to go first on this occasion. I surprised you by shoving nearly a whole pot of Vaseline up you on my fingers, when you protested I said I wanted to make sure they had an easy entry.

You dressed in suspenders, black stockings, your zip up micro skirt and my favourite see through top. You turned around and asked me if your stocking tops were showing, I lied that they weren’t. We kissed again deeply and you repeated your request for me to fuck you, telling me it was my last chance to go first! I declined. I picked up a black marker pen and lifted your tiny skirt. I took a last long look at your faithful cunt, realising it would never be that way again, then I wrote FUCK ME on the freshly shaven skin above it.

You still had a glass of wine in your hand as we sat in the car, by this time I could tell you were slightly tipsy, plus the excitement of the occasion had you intoxicated and ready to shock!

We arrived in our usual parking spot in town, you looked at me with that ‘fuck face’ that makes me giddy with excitement, you went to open the door when I stopped you and handed you my camera phone, you asked me what I wanted you to do with it, I showed you I had my other camera phone on me and told you to use your imagination!

You smiled, squeezed my rock hard cock and slipped out of the door into the night.

As I watched you walk down the road, I nearly passed out from the sheer excitement, you didn’t glance back!

I sat there in the car park for about an hour squeezing my rock solid cock before deciding to drive for a bit to cool off.

I returned a few hours later after driving around to kill time.

We had agreed that I would wait in the car park until about 3am and if by this time you had not returned you would let me know what to do by text.

 At about 12pm I received a picture message without text, I could not make it out at first, on closer inspection I could see it was an upskirt shot of you, I could see both your arms in the photo so I knew you hadn’t taken it. I could vaguely see the words I had written earlier were smeared. Once again I felt that bittersweet giddy feeling I had experienced earlier.

While I was staring at the photo, my phone beeped another message…. another photo, I thought I would pass out as I fumbled through the menu to view it… another upskirt.

 I could see the photo clearly as there was more light, you must have been in a corridor or toilet. This time the words I had written were completely obscured by a hand with most of the fingers buried up to the knuckles in the wet flesh of your cunt.

I nearly dropped the phone; the palms of my hands were so wet with sweat.

The phone beeped again, a text this time, a simple statement; “Text back now if you want me to stop”. The enormity of the message was reeling in my head, I could picture you somewhere, with a cock just poised to enter your cunt, I stabbed at the keys of my phone, I panicked, I needed more time, I typed in "STOP" and pressed the reply button, the display froze, then showed “NO SIGNAL”, my heart nearly stopped.

A sense of urgency overwhelmed me; I needed to stop you before you went any further.

I left the car and ran down the street with the phone held out waiting for the signal to display.

As the display lit up, the phone beeped again to tell me of an incoming picture message.

 I stopped in my tracks under a streetlight and scrolled through the menu. This time the photo was subtler; it showed you lying on your back, your top was clearly pulled right up as the top of your naked breasts were exposed, the photo was focused more on your face though and it was clearly your; ‘fuck face’.

I turned back towards the car, clearly at that precise moment, you were laid on your back with one or more cocks filling your cunt and from the look on your face you were getting right off on it.

As I got back into the car my cock started to stiffen again, it was done; we had taken the final step now we both needed to lie back and enjoy it.

The phone beeped again, this time I had an almost aggressive rush of excitement, I wanted filthy smutty porn now I was over the denial stage.

I scrolled the now familiar buttons to the image, it was of feet, I recognised your strappy high heels facing out, but there were two other sets of obviously male feet in the picture; one in the classic between your legs pose, giving you a knee trembler, the other to the side. I realised there must have been a third man taking the photo’s. They were obviously teasing me!

I decided to catch you off guard by moving the car from the car park into the side street a little closer to the town centre so I could watch you walk by without you seeing me.

The phone sounded again, this time the photo was clear and explicit; you were being fucked standing up in a brightly lit corridor or alleyway. There were a number of men in the picture, it was obvious that at least two of them were on the job plus the cameraman, several others were just out of camera shot so I could not tell if they were participating or just there. You had the zip on your skirt all the way up so I had a good view of the huge shaft inside you, your see thru blouse was off and someone was having fun buried in your chest, it looked as though you had a hand between his legs.

My head was pounding, if I had an inkling of where you were I would have come to enjoy the show, I wanted to pull myself off but I knew I would have much more fun if I waited.

I had the car window wound down and could clearly hear some commotion in the street leading towards the car park; I turned the interior light off and waited. A large group of males appeared, I initially dismissed them as not being involved as they seemed to be too large in number, they stopped under the street light directly in front of me and one of them looked like he was unzipping himself to wee against the wall, then I spotted your half naked figure propped up against the wall between a couple of burly men.

While I sat there in the dark I watched as this anonymous guy roughly stuck his cock inside your hole and fucked you for all he was worth while the others bayed and urged him on with chants and laughter.

I could see the cameraman fumbling with the keys of my phone!

The group slowly moved away with lighthearted derogatory banter and hysterical promises of respecting you in the morning, the cameraman handed my phone back to you.

One individual asked you if you would be able to get home ok as you were very drunk, you mumbled that you would and he took off into the night like a scared cat!

I sat in the car for a further 10 minutes watching you standing in the car park half naked with your blouse nowhere to be seen, the slick shine of spunk making its way down your now naked legs, your stockings and suspenders having long gone the way of your blouse, used to clean someone’s cock before he went home to his wife I should think.

I started the car and drove over to where you were struggling to stand up. You got into the car and didn’t say a word. The smell of spunk and cunt juice was overwhelming and my cock stood up like a ramrod.

 In the light of your condition, you started a pathetic attempt to deny what had happened, clearly not sure of my reaction. With this my phone beeped its final picture message of the guy ramming it up you in the street and I turned the display round for you to see it, in the light of the phone I could see your face with the smeared lipstick and makeup, the tousled hair and the most unmistakable ‘fuck face’, I have ever seen!

I had to have you then and there, I just ripped my cock out of my trouser and sat you down on it, the exquisite feeling of the huge load of spunk oozing down my thighs made me jerk out my load within seconds.

I would look on your cunt with a new found respect from that moment on after what I had witnessed it was capable of!

By the time we got home I was ready to go again, you were past caring and looked what I could only describe as “fucked”, as I buried my head between your legs to get a good sniff, I could see my words I had printed on your cunt had all but been wiped off, in its place those cheeky bastards had left their signatures in black biro!

We had ended up in this rather sleazy Hotel bar near the docks in Bristol. The reason we were in the City was to watch a Led Zeppelin tribute band. We had gone to a Rock club where we were supposed to meet our friends but they hadn't turned up. We had been there for over an hour and as there didn't seem to be any sign of a rock band coming on, I asked at the bar and found out that we were in the wrong club, on the wrong side of town. Typical!

After driving around for nearly an hour looking for the venue, we were getting fed up. Natasha decided to make the best of a bad job and told me to park up outside the dodgy Hotel. She smiled at me, lifted her top up and unfastened her bra. Her knickers soon followed, leaving her in her tiny blue crochet top and a jeans micro skirt and her wicked 5-inch black stilettos. I was gob smacked; she said she would never wear the crochet top without anything underneath. She rightly interpreted my thoughts and said, “Hey, its not like I know anyone here!”

The Hotel was just what we have always looked for; sprawling, it had rooms all over the place. The bars were open to the public but there was obviously some sort of function on, as the rooms and bars were full to the gunnel's with young to middle aged men. The Barman explained that a Spanish Merchant ship had experienced problems on route to Plymouth and had needed to weigh anchor for emergency attention somewhere around the South coast. This Hotel was the nearest large enough to accommodate the crew whilst repairs were made. They had laid on some entertainment for them in the form of a knee’s up! After about half an hour, Natasha was getting into the swing of things and no longer seemed to mind that we were missing the band, she said "I've been enjoying myself anyway, a group of guy's at the bar have been eyeing me up since we came in." I replied, "I suppose you’ve been a little indiscreet with them?" "Well a girl's got to have some fun, life’s too short!” she said laughing. I went to the toilet and had to go into a stall as there were 3 men already using the urinal, two were dusky skinned Spanish types and one English looking.  The English guy was talking in pigeon English to the others I could hear him clearly and my ears pricked up when I heard him say "That one is up for some, see her nipples sticking out through her top, talk about advertising the goods." Obviously discussing Natasha.

The man continued. "We get her away from her friend, we all have some fuck fun." The Foreign guy’s obviously understood what he was getting at as there was a round of back slapping and laughter. Hearing them talking about fucking my Natasha turned me on so much that I started rubbing myself right there and then. I have often fantasised about Natasha fucking other men and I have enjoyed it very much but this was different, this was far more exciting. I slipped out of the toilet before they noticed me. I told Natasha what I had heard. She was even more excited than I was. I sounded her out to see if she wanted to play our pretend fall out ploy, where I storm out and leave her, She gazed longingly into my eyes before nodding agreement. She whispered, “how far?” I replied, “you decide!”

I could barely conceal the excitement in my raised voice as I staged a mock row about Natasha drinking too much and fancying other blokes. The other men were hanging on to every word as Natasha sealed her part brilliantly by screaming, “get lost then, I hate you!”

I turned and stormed out of the Hotel, shaking with nervous tension.

Fortunately our chosen venue was perfect for our purposes, having the lounge, function rooms and public bars with separate bar staff, but with hatchways between bars where you could discretely stand and clearly see what’s going on in the adjoining room.

I exited by one door and re-entered by the next. Good as gold, Natasha had positioned herself in full view of the adjoining hatch on a bar stool and was doing her best to look upset!

It didn’t take long for the vultures to home in. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I could guess how they would be trying to make conversation to sweet talk her knickers off. I would have the last laugh, as she wasn’t wearing any!

The foreign guys were coming on a bit strong, lots of fondling and groping, what they lacked in conversation, they made up for with actions! One of them went behind her and put his hands around her front, lifted her top and started groping her tits. Natasha looked shocked and started trying to push them away as another started kissing her roughly and shoved his hand up between her legs. They were blatantly discussing her assets as the hand gestures that accompanied the words translated. Natasha seemed distressed and I thought I should intervene.

I marched over and started to shove them around and tell them to leave off her! The barman must have signalled some discrete bouncers, because all of a sudden burly doorman surrounded us. I grabbed Natasha’s arm, thinking it was time to leave when she suddenly shrugged me off, pushed me and told me to leave her alone. The doormen asked her if I was bothering her. “Yes,” She said, “he’s been hassling me all night.” Next instance I was deposited on my ass in the street!

I was well shocked. I was no longer in control of the situation; Natasha had well and truly taken the initiative and was running with it. I felt like a condemned man waiting for his execution. After sitting in the car for about an hour, I plucked up the courage to try and get back in. I didn’t relish another encounter with the bouncers but I thought with the size of the place I might go unnoticed. I made my way back into the Hotel. Natasha was nowhere to be seen. Nor were the guys who had been at the bar. I looked around but couldn't find her. Then I remembered, when I went down the passage to the toilet, there was a sign saying 'Private function rooms', as I turned toward the passageway, I heard loud pumping music. I thought that if I just followed the bump and grind, it would probably lead to Natasha.

As the door opened for someone to leave, I slipped inside. The room was lit only by the disco lights so all around the room was dark alcoves with groups of tables and chairs in cosy snugs. I slipped into the shadows and began to peruse the room. There were groups of men sat in huddles all around the room cloaked in mushroom clouds of smoke from the numerous cigarettes and cigars on the go. If we had been looking for a sleazy den of males, we had surely hit the jackpot!

I knew that Natasha was here somewhere as the disco was playing from a song list, which could only have come from her!

She wasn’t hard to spot. As her favourite sleazy song started playing, she emerged from within a huge gaggle of men to take centre stage on the dance floor. The men jostled to take up positions around the perimeter of the dance floor obviously intending to enjoy the show. To my relief, Natasha was still dressed and didn’t appear to have got off with anyone. She was apparently playing to the crowd!

As the song progressed, Natasha was grinding and shimmying like a top class tart, pulling her top taut so the holes exposed her big brown nipples and the sides of her full tits.

The crowd were encouraging her and clapping to the music I was impressed at how controlled they were despite being excited, they had the discipline of a team. I got the impression that this kind of thing was not new to them.

The next record was crazy by Beyonce, the 12-inch party version. Natasha got right into the mood and with the support of the crowd began her own version of the dance. At the part where the music builds to a climax, Natasha was stroking her thumb up her chest and licking it as in the video, the crowd were going wild, I could see how this was exciting Natasha as she was starting to move her hand very slowly over her breasts and deliberately stroking her nipples, she then leant over backwards as much as she could and lifted her top up, completely exposing her breasts. She then began to rhythmically pull and stretch her nipples for the benefit of the crowd. The atmosphere in the room was electric; you could practically smell the testosterone in the air. I did a quick mental head count; there were at least 50 men in this room alone. It would be very difficult to back out of this situation. Natasha, bless her, was oblivious to the mounting tension and was showing signs of extreme sexual arousal as she turned her attention from tantalizing the audience to arousing herself!

As the music built up to a climax for the final minutes, Natasha, without pulling her top back down to conceal her breasts, slowly and seductively licked all over her fingers, then with her head back and her eyes closed, lifted the front of her skirt and started to finger her cunt and stroke her clitoris, still swaying provocatively in time with the music. The crowd were practically silent in awe of the amateur spectacle unfolding before them. You couldn’t pay to see a hornier show than this!

As the music approached its climax, so did Natasha. She could no longer support herself so she lay down on her back in the middle of the dance floor with her legs outstretched and fucked herself to a sweaty noisy orgasm.

The room burst into a noisy applause as the music ended and Natasha was abruptly dragged up onto her feet. With the release of her orgasm, came a sobering reality for her and she obviously craved alcohol to take away the sting of embarrassment. There was no shortage of providers of that craving and numerous glasses of bubbly were pressed into her hand and past her lips.

The men were becoming less disciplined now as each sought to attract her to them with drinks and heavy flirting, becoming more desperate. After more dancing and much more drinking, Natasha’s inebriation was getting past the point of no return!

After a while, I noticed the main group of Natasha’s potential suitors with the English guy at the fore, whispering to one another and then making their way towards the men’s rest room, obviously for a pow wow. I quickly slipped in front of them and locked myself into a cubicle. English guy whispered to the others in part English part gesture, “look, we’ve got a good thing going here. We can either spend all night knocking ourselves out, trying to be the one who takes her to his room, or we keep feeding her drinks, let nature take it’s course and we all get to fuck shit out of her all night! What do you say?”  With the final sentence, he made a circle with the thumb and forefinger on his left hand and humped it with the index finger of his right! From the murmurs of ascent I would say that the majority agreed to his idea!

I waited until they had left the rest room before following. When I returned to the room, the music was again pumping Natasha’s favourite beats. She was on the dance floor swaying with the music and the alcohol amidst a throng of admiring men. Their flirting was now disciplined, you had to admire their composure, they were no longer fighting for Natasha’s attention, they were organised, passing her from one to the other while the booze flowed.

The seduction began in earnest as Natasha’s head was tipped back as a swarthy athletic guy brought his lips down hard on hers and parted her lips with his. Her eyes were closed as the guy explored inside her mouth with his tongue. Her arms involuntarily encircled his neck as she exposed herself to his intimate caresses. Without a pause and before Natasha had opened her eyes, she was handed to the next guy who continued to explore inside Natasha’s mouth while his fingers began to probe and caress the folds of her juicy cunt.

Natasha had one leg lifted up on the podium with one guy French kissing her face off, while another fingered her furiously from behind whilst doing his level best to twist off her nipples with his free hand. Natasha caught sight of me watching her and starred lustfully into my eyes whilst opening her legs wider to accept the fist that was entering her. She withdrew from the kiss and beckoned towards me. Without letting the hand slip from her cunt she grabbed my face and started to snog the ass off me.

What she did next shocked the shit out of me. She abruptly pushed me away and slapped my face.

Once again I was surrounded by angry faces and was abruptly and roughly jettisoned from the Hotel and told to stay out otherwise there would be trouble. Shit, Natasha really meant business!

As a time served Auto engineer with an unhealthy interest in kinky unconventional sex, I found an interesting, if slightly bizarre way to combine the two!

In the past, I have written tomes about my gorgeous wife Natasha who is blessed with a body built for debauchery and a conscience easily clouded by quantities of red wine. If you’ve seen the film; “blind date,” The character played by Kim Bassinger, that’s my Natasha after a couple of glasses of  “Cabernet Sauvignon”!

One Saturday morning, I was just not in the mood for the monotony of the day job and decided to allow the creative juices (fuelled by the monthly week of forced abstinence) to freely flow.

I had an idea to create the ultimate “fucking machine”. Like many men of a certain age, I was filled with a lust to experience my Wife, my possession to be filled with the manhood and seed of some “Goliath” that would fill and satisfy her in a way I could only imagine. In those days, I was innocent of the ways of the cuckold and would probably have shied from taking such drastic steps if left to my own devices!

Taken inspiration (and hardware) from the scrap cars we had around the premises, and using the best principles of "Blue Peter", I started out with a windscreen wiper motor,  some lengths of plastic tube and of course, the obligatory sticky backed plastic.

With one tube inside the other, and a simple con rod to the wiper motor, I soon had the desired thrusting motion to power an artificial cock. With the sperm fuelled thought process now in overdrive, I was cooking on gas!

My thoughts turned to the cock itself. Easy; some foam pipe lagging soon provided the pliant body, then in a flash of inspiration I decided to add a sperm/lubrication device which could provide lube/counterfeit sperm to the job in hand via the Jap’s eye. A headlamp washer pump and bottle was liberated from some rusting heap and introduced to the pussy pounder where it was piped up and wired through an intermittent wiper relay to produce the required squirting effect. The cock was then smeared with black silicone and covered with a large tube shaped balloon to make the whole thing more respectable. I could have just raped a large dildo to do the job, but I didn’t have one to hand and besides, I couldn’t find one big enough for my tastes!

Once the silicone had dried, I cut a small hole in the balloon at the Jap eye and threaded the spunk tube through the hole. When it was all the way through, I super glued it in place and trimmed it smooth. I planned to end the project by fitting it into a wooden stool, which would serve as my wife’s sexual adversary. The ideas were coming in thick and fast and before I could finish the bit I was working on, I was already off on a tangent thinking of another bell or whistle I could add!

I was thinking about how my lady’s tits would be feeling a little left out with all this attention being paid to her shaven cunt, I came up with a most bizarre answer to this new challenge.

Natasha’s tits are very sensitive, she has full creamy large nippled breasts, which she loves to have fondled and teased. With this in mind, I took a pair of miniature stereo speakers and liberated them of all the steel surrounds, leaving just the magnets and cardboard cones. After a bit of “suck it and see” engineering involving some large heatsink resistors to cut the voltage down, I had a way of causing the cones to pulse at an adjustable rate using a heater speed controller and a flasher module to supply the pulse. Sewing the cones into a large underwired bra sorted keeping the bad boys in place, which just left the job of cramming the lot into the stool. I was just about ready to go.

Back in those days, we had small kids at home so we didn’t get out a lot together. Natasha was young, sexy and liked to party so I would indulge her by letting her go out clubbing without me, supposedly meeting up with her friends, whilst I would stay home and look after the kids! I sort of trusted Natasha but I had my own agenda; I will elaborate.

I can’t explain my strange sexual desires. I fancy my wife like mad but it turns me wild with lust when she is looking sexy and teasing other men with her hot body. Natasha was only in her twenties and her body was smoking hot!

I found that it turned me on like mad when she went out without me, leading to me dressing her up before she left the house so that I could fantasize about her lusted after by men in the outrageous outfits I would create. This time, I went as far as taking the zip out of a micro mini skirt she had bought and sewing it back in upside down so that it opened up from the bottom to the top, then I dressed her in a totally see through sheer top and this pathetic little skirt. Unbeknown to Natasha, I had broken the zip about three quarters of the way down. The zip would be fine unless she tried to close it down. If she did this, the zip would come off it’s runners and would soon ride open from the button down!

I lifted the front of the skirt, she of course was not wearing any panties, why would she? As was our pre play ritual, I sprayed a burst of “Paris” perfume between her legs as that smell reminded me of when I was screwing the dirty slut behind her former boyfriends back and she would leave my entire house stinking of the stuff!

I had arranged for her to be picked up by pre paid minicab from the house, she responded to the beeping outside by picking up her jacket and little purse which I promptly snatched from her hand, she protested how she was supposed to get into the club, get drinks and a ride home, I reached into her purse, took out a fiver and handed it to her, it was enough to get her into the club, she had already downed a few wines so I told her she would have to shake her money maker if she wanted anything more!

She grabbed my crotch and gave it a twist saying. “Just make sure you’re up when I get home to pay the cab fare”.

As She got into the back of the cab, I had the most delicious glimpse of her cunt as she drew her legs into the seat. I really hoped she would try to close that zipper!

As the cab pulled away, I went upstairs to our bedroom to prepare the device.

I had been experimenting with a solution that would provide the desired consistency of spunk with good lubricating properties and had arrived at a concoction which consisted of; vegetable oil, water, shaken to form an emulsion, un-perfumed hair conditioner, un-perfumed talc and the white of an egg. Perfect counterfeit spunk solution! With the washer bottle filled and the battery connected, the beast was ready to roll.

I tried to kill time waiting for her to return, driving myself mad pulling my cock to just before orgasm then stopping and letting things calm down again before starting over. I watched home porno’s we had made and ones she had made for me when I had been away! (That’s another story!)

I knew that the clubs closed at two AM so she should have been home by three at the latest! As two o’clock came and went, the sexual tension started to build up. I could imagine the things she could be doing and whom she could be doing it with. I knew that her friends would make sure she was ok as they were used to how pissed and wanton she could get. That’s if she was even out with her friends!

Three in the morning slipped by and still no sign of her, I was feeling faint with the bittersweet feeling by then; could she be fucking someone somewhere? In some dingy alleyway? Behind some skips? I was in sore need of release!

Around three thirty, I heard a car outside, not right outside under the street light, but a little way back up the road in the darkness. We weren’t the only house in the street, I just figured it was someone else. The engine turned off and I must have dozed off for a while as the buzz and the adrenaline was making me faint.

I started awake to the sound of the front door slamming, and waited for her to shout up to me to pay the cabbie! No shout came, no sound of a cab either!

I heard her crash her way into the bathroom. She was in there for quite a while. She burst into the bedroom with a horny, angry look on her face. She looked at me; face dishevelled, with a makeup smeared evil grin she just mouthed, “you bastard”! I looked to the front of her skirt. The zipper was open to the waist button!

She laughed with me and half fell onto the bed before grabbing me and sticking her hot tongue down my throat without waiting for me to comment. Her sex was rubbing me and I could feel the oddly cold wet skin of her freshly washed cunt against my leg.

I pushed her away, after all the expectation, I wanted her to ride the machine before she rode me. If I hadn’t been so eager to get her on the machine, I might have realised that my wish had already been granted, several times.

I guided the sultry Natasha to the other side of the room telling her I had a surprise for her. As I pulled the cover from the pussy pounder, her expression was one of confusion. This being one of those rare occasions that I stop talking for a few seconds, I just stared at her and tried to gauge her reaction. She bent down and grasped the machines cock and a look of comprehension started to dawn across her face. “Am I supposed to sit on this?” She asked. Without saying a word, I flicked the switch and the cock began to rhythmically pump up and down with a soft buzz from the motor. “Oh my God,” she gasped, “you kinky bastard!” Her eyes were softly glazing over as she felt the slimy black cock slide up and down inside her palm. “Neil, it’s so big,” she exclaimed, “how am I supposed to,” I cut her off mid sentence, “You’ll manage.”

I put some sleazy music on the cd player, just right for the occasion actually; J’taime by Serge Gainesboro and Jane Burkin.

I Stripped Natasha of her sheer blouse and offered up the bra to her. “I trust you,” she slurred, “this had better not hurt.”

Natasha dutifully straddled the stool with both legs and gingerly lowered her cunt down onto the head of the enormous phallus.

When she was settled down onto the cushion of the stool, I surveyed the array of buttons and switches available for me to twist 

and turn for maximum effect. I started out with just the breast manipulator cones. She was soon, grinding her pelvis back and forth on the stool. When I switched on the cock, its first stroke nearly lifted her clean off the stool. I slowed the thrusts until she was moving in time with the motor. You can just tell when a girl has experience of riding Horses!

I was alternating between manipulating the switches to speed up and slow down the pulses and thrusts and operating the video camera to make sure I had a record of the events. Natasha was moaning softly with her eyes closed and grinding the entire length and girth of that enormous cock into her body. Her breath was coming in short strokes and I knew she was not far off a huge orgasm. She had lifted the bra from her ample breasts and was pulling and stretching her nipples out to the point you would swear they would tear off, she gritted her teeth and started a guttural moan. Taking this as my cue, I flicked the switch on the counterfeit sperm pump and the machine let go an almighty spurt of spunk deep inside her womb just as she arrived at her climax. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she appeared to ride through wave after wave of increasingly intense pleasure for a good five minutes before she fell forward, exhausted with a pathetic whimper to me to; “turn it off."

I literally dragged her off the thing and across the bed, she was virtually catatonic but the sight of that abused cunt with stuff leaking out of it, running down her legs and puddling on the bed was too much for me and I wanted in!

The feeling of pushing my cock into the huge cavern, which had been left in the wake of that monster cock was exquisite, her cunt was still pulsating with orgasm after shocks and I am ashamed to say that I went off like a cheap firecracker after only a few thrusts. Boy, did it feel good though!