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TEASING WIFE GIVES IN

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My wife, Becky, has always been a tease. She doesn't flirt with men. On the contrary, she ignores advances or gives a quick, cold glance and walks away if a guy gets too friendly. But she always dresses sexy, and she secretly loves it when people notice. Everybody notices, and with good reason. Her Puerto Rican features make her tight outfits stand out, especially her beautiful, firm, round behind. Thick, perky nipples protrude from her full bosoms, and seem to poke out no matter how much of a top she is wearing. The thing that makes Becky stunning (as opposed to just good-looking) is her narrow waist that exaggerates the rest of her features.

I often tease her about how sexy she dresses.
She smiles and says that when she's sixty, she'll dress like she's sixty. Since she's twenty eight, she's going to dress like she's twenty eight. Despite the sexy looks and sassy attitude, my wife doesn't put-out very often, and she never cheated. We usually made love about once a month and she would often stop my sexual advances. I guess she's like most women and just doesn't have the libido that men have. Though, her interest in sex was much greater when we had first been dating, but has dwindled quite a bit over our seven years together.

I work in the commodities market, so most of my acquaintances are the type that wear suits and like to golf, but about twice a month a group of guys that I grew up with gets together to play cards, dominos, and craps, ***** beer, watch a porn flick or just hang-out on the stoop. I make more money than all three of them combined, so we usually meet at my place. I get to act blue-collar for the day and we all have a good time. My wife says I'm a different person around them. She says I act too 'gritty', like I've got to prove to my 'down and out' friends that my suit and tie hasn't sapped my machismo. Consequently she tries to avoid being home when this group of guys meets at our place.

During one of our visits, my wife came up in conversation and Marcus made the same comment he always makes, "Damn, she's got a great ass!"
Everyone chuckled. Usually the conversation would turn to something else, but today everyone seemed to have a comment. I had grown used to Marcus saying something like this. He would even say **** like that when my wife was home and could hear it (thank god she was shopping that day). She would just give him a sharp, fierce glare and walk out of the room if he said **** like that in front of her. It was unusual for everyone to join in and go on and on about it. Pete said, "She's got great tits, too. Beats the hell out of my wife."
Victor took it to the next level saying, "Man, I'd fuck the **** out of her if she wasn't married to Greg." Everyone laughed. I just smiled and listened to them describe her 'fuckable' body in greater and greater detail. This must have gone on for five minutes. When Victor turned and said, "Come on, Greg. Tell us what she's like."

Marcus had just finished describing in great detail how he would "shoot spooge right down Becky's *****ing throat. Then watch the leftovers drip off her chin onto those perky tits, while she finished sucking my rod clean". So I chuckled at Victor's query and said. "Sorry to spoil the moment, guys, but Becky isn't as hot in bed as she looks, and she certainly doesn't act the way Marcus so eloquently described. The truth is that she's sort of prudish about sex. She's all looks and although she can be pretty good in bed on occasion, that occasion is fairly infrequent."

This sparked a round of protests. "I bet she loves to suck cock!"
"That's bull****, man. I could make her pant like a bitch in heat."
"She'd bounce on my cock all night long."

I listened to them acting like a bunch of puffed up roosters and offhandedly said, "Whatever, you're all welcome to try, but don't blame me when she slaps you like the snot-nosed kids that you are." I expected everyone to laugh and for that to be the end of it, but everyone got quiet and mulled over what I just said.
Victor finally said, "You really think so, huh? I'm going to hold you to that."

With all of the blue-collar machismo that I could muster I said, "You go right ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Pete quickly said, "If you're so sure, then you'll agree not to try to sabotage us, by lying to her about us or trying to stop it if she starts spreading those long curvy legs for one of us. No offense, but nobody who dresses that sexy is a prude, and I intend to get some of that ass if you're offering it for the taking."

I had painted myself in a corner, and my pride wouldn't let me back down. Besides I was nearly certain that any advances one of them made on my wife would be met with an open hand-slap to the mouth. So I said, "Have it your way. I won't need to tell lies. She barely gives it up for me. She certainly isn't going to put out for you guys. Hell, she makes plans to be away whenever you guys stop by so that she can avoid you."

Instead of dissuading them with that last comment, it provoked each of them to again pledge success. As the evening ended, Victor made a toast with the dregs of his bottle. "Here's to fucking Greg's wife!"
"I'll ***** to that", replied Marcus.
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The next couple of times that we got together, the guys showed up early and stayed late trying to be around my wife. As she was leaving-out, the guys would whistle at her and make a big deal about how she looked, even if she wasn't dressed particularly sexy. She just gave them dirty looks and walked out. My friends gave Becky the same treatment when she got home. They didn't make any crude comments, just approving cheers.

After a few months, two things happened. First, I came to the conclusion that the conversation had finally blown over. Second, although I didn't notice at first, my little wife was starting to dress sexier when she knew that the guys were stopping over. She was starting to like all of the attention that they were showing her. She used to wear stretch pants or tights, but now she was wearing miniskirts and short-shorts. While the guys still didn't say anything crude, they were DEFINITELY more overt about staring at her. And she was starting to linger around the house a little longer before going out and coming home a little earlier in the evening.
Becky would also find more reasons to walk through the dining room or living room (depending on whether we were playing cards or just hanging out). Sometimes she would even join us for a few minutes of conversation, while the guys openly stared at her ample chest, legs and caboose.

None of this caught my attention because she always dresses sexy and she has always liked the attention that it brings her. But this was going further. She would find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the room to get something off of the top shelf or bend over for a long time as she read the titles on the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, finally selecting one and walking out of the room with it. If she was wearing shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight shorts sharply into her butt-crack and accentuated her big-round, latina rump. If she was bending over, you could even see the seam pressing into her labia. Her pussy crack looked great like that. Everyone in the room would gasp and she would act as though she didn't even notice. If she was wearing a miniskirt, either action would display the bottom edge of her ass cheeks and if she was bending over far enough, you could see the crotch of her panties. On one occasion, she was wearing sheer, translucent panties and did this. The nearly clear panties pressed into her crotch and spread her fat pussy lips for all to see. I nearly came in my pants.
Pete even uttered, "Oh my god!" under his breath.
Becky couldn't suppress her smirk as she finally stood up and walked out of the room, without even bothering with the pretense of taking a book.

"I'm gonna fuck that when I get the chance" Marcus muttered loudly. I was concerned, because he said it loud enough for my wife to hear in the next room.

"Damn! What's up with that?" asked Victor. "Your wife is many things, but she is NOT a prude."

"Keep it down, guys", I said. "You're gonna piss her off."

"You're full of shit", Pete snapped. "Your wife just showed us her pussy and she did it on purpose."

"I'm tellin' you", I said, "She likes to look sexy, but she's just a tease."

Our conversation hushed suddenly as Becky entered the room. "I'll be back around nine o'clock, honey," she said to me.
She bent over to give me a kiss on the cheek. Just then her eyes got big. My wife spun around and slapped Marcus's arm away from her ass, firing off (en espa?ol), "Keep your hands to yourself, pervert!" Then she stomped out of the house.

Marcus looked like a kid who just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pete and Victor were giving him high-fives. All I said was, "I told you."

Marcus snickered to himself, "Yeah, she hit me like you said, but I know something you don't. Your prudish wife was sloppy wet. She really must get-off on us looking her over and talking about her when she's in the next room."

We didn't speak any more about it that night, but as far as Pete and Victor were concerned, Marcus was the hero of the day.

Marcus had started a new routine that day. From then on, Becky would hang around the house for a half-hour or so after the guys had arrived, before going out. One or two of the guys would do something, like pat her on the rear as she walked by, and she would smack their hand away. As she bent over to kiss me, the guy nearest her would try to rub her ass through her shorts or reach under her skirt and she would smack them away again. She would say something like, "Your friends are pigs!" or "You guys act like you're 13 years old."

Despite all this, my prudish wife kept dressing sexy when the guys dropped by. She started going to a women's exercise class at our health club and she would wear a French-cut exercise leotard to class. Of course she strutted around the house in it before class. Marcus tugged the back of her leotard upward turning it into a thong. As usual, Becky swatted him. Curiously, she left the leotard where it was, showing off the world's most beautiful ass for another 20 minutes before leaving for her class.

Two months later, my wife's protests had gradually subsided.
What had once been slaps had turned into playful swats. When she said, "Your friends are pigs", there was almost an endearing quality in her voice.
One day she gave me a longer than usual goodbye kiss. What made it longer was that she didn't immediately swing around and rebuff the guy that was rubbing her nearly bare behind (she was wearing her leotard). She stood up and said to me, "Aren't you ever going to do something to stop these guys from feeling me up all the time?"

"I, ah...." before I could answer, Pete interjected. "He told us it was alright. Greg, here, says we can do whatever you'll let us get away with."

"I didn't say it like that!" I protested. My lack of direct denial clearly pissed-off Becky.
"What an asshole!" she fired at me. "You think you can pass me around to your friends like a toy." She stormed out of the house.

"Thanks a lot, Pete!" I muttered.

The guys left early that night. When Becky got home, she acted like nothing had happened. However, things changed rapidly. Over the next two months Becky radically reduced the amount of resistance she gave the guys during their visits. They could rub her butt when she walked by without even getting a nasty look. Her sexy outfits also became more bold. She would walk through the house in nothing more than a big tee-shirt and a pair of bikini-cut panties that would come into view if she happened to bend over or reach for something on an upper shelf. Her fat nipples were visible through the tee-shirt, just begging to be sucked. I never saw her let them do anything more aggressive than rub her ass as she walked by or as she was kissing me goodbye, but I started to suspect that the guys got pushier when I left the room.

For example, one time I left for the bathroom and Becky wasn't in the room. When I returned, she was standing between Victor and Marcus who were seated at the table. She had her back to me and she was looking down towards her crotch, with her feet about a foot and half apart. Victor and Marcus each had one hand firmly planted on her ass and were looking towards Becky's crotch. She had her right hand on Marcus's shoulder and pushed him away when she noticed I had walked into the room. As an afterthought, Becky called Marcus a 'pig' and walked out of the room. I suspected that Marcus's other hand might have been reaching up the front of her tee-shirt. The guys were all grins and Becky looked more embarrassed than they were.

Another time, Becky was wearing a mini-skirt, which the guys kept trying to pull up as she walked past the table. I was trying to focus on the card game and Becky stood at the other end of the table next to Pete as if to watch his poker-hand. The table blocked my view, but I could see that her mini-skirt was bunched up around her waist again. Pete would hold his cards in one hand and I suspected the other was under my wife's skirt. Victor, who could see what was going on, had a grin on his face. I won several hands in a row and seemed to be the only person at the table concentrating on the game. Eventually, Becky straightened her skirt and gave me the usual goodbye kiss before going shopping.

The goodbye kiss had turned into another excuse for the person closest to her to grab her ass or reach under her skirt. She had started to draw out these goodbye kisses, until they were more like a make-out session. While I kissed my wife I suspected that one of the other guys was taking his time feeling her up, and it soon became clear that they must have been finger-fucking her.

This bothered me for a while, but over time I got used to it until it was in some way a turn-on for me. You see, our sex life was improving. Especially the nights that the guys had been over.
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Once the pretense that I didn't know what was going on had worn away, my wife started staying home when the guys were over. Becky would play off her presence as a sort of hostess to our group. For a while she still tried to keep the lewd activities out of my sight, even if just hidden by the table, but everyone knew that I knew what was going on. She would stand next to someone at the table and get felt-up. If I went to the bathroom, I could tell that something raunchier had been happening while I was away. Becky would be straightening her clothes, getting up from sitting on the table or on someone's lap. She would go on as if nothing had happened, though the smell of wet pussy filled the air. And I had seen through the thin tee-shirt, her nipples hard and wet with salvia. My wife was turning into a little slut.

The first time that she let them ****** her in front of me I was surprised. It looked so much sluttier than it had seemed when left to my imagination. Becky stood between Victor and me. While the game went on his hand would slip under her big tee-shirt. He rubbed my wife's luscious ass for a few minutes, and then slowly, almost absent-mindedly, finger-fucked her. I couldn't help but keep glancing over. Victor and I made eye contact as I snatched a glance. He winked at me and pulled my wife's tee-shirt up so that I could get a better view. Becky's panties had been pushed aside, for easier access to her sex. Victor had a big grin as he turned back to his cards and clearly relished the feeling of finger-fucking my wife while I watched from about two feet away.

Becky helped out by gathering up the cards after each hand. She would bend over the table and gather up the deck and pass it to the next dealer. The first time she did this after Victor hiked up her shirt, I got an eyeful. He had two fingers buried to the hilt in her very swollen, sopping wet pussy. Becky spread her legs apart another six inches, as if to give me a better view. Splaying his fingers, Victor opened her juicy vag lips, showing undulating pink flesh. Then, he pushed his thumb into my wife's sticky asshole. Grasping her taint now with the three fingers, Victor shook his hand violently, eliciting gasping excitation from my wife's flapping rump.
When she stood up again, Becky grinned in my direction and said, "Having a good time, honey?" Everyone chuckled.

I couldn't believe this was my prudish Becky. Her anus had always been off-limits for sex play and, due to a wandering finger, she'd once given me the cold shoulder for a week. Now here my wife was completely submitting to my best friend's thumb in her ass, and making fun of me with it! The shame was overwhelming, as I felt myself get up from the table, walk to the bathroom and shut the door.

What was I going to do? My wife was on the verge of giving it all up to my oldest friends, if she hadn't already. But the sex between us was at its best ever, all due to these poker nights and the passions they had ignited. I'd decided to put an end to all of this, even if it meant an end to great sex. If I lost Becky in the process, I would just have to move on. After all, it felt as if I'd lost her already, having such *********** rubbed literally in my face.

But when I returned to the room, I was completely startled into forgetting what I'd planned. There was my wife, straddling Victor, facing away from him, tee-shirt hiked up around her waist and her panties half-removed, clinging wetly to one thigh. Becky was spreading her thick ass cheeks with both hands, opening her sex crease to him. Victor's pants and underwear were pushed down, slickened erection in hand with the spear head of his cock in my wife's anal indent, pressing into her wetted rosebud.

"This is crazy, Becky," said Pete, "You're too tight."

"Yeah," chimed Marcus, rubbing the mean bulge in his pants, "And you know what you really want is this fattie plugging your honey hole."

My wife licked her lips as her gaze fell upon Marcus's package. "No, but I'm keeping that for my husband!" she replied, "And anyway, this isn't sex. I just really need a dick stuffed in me.?
Slowly, and with determination, Becky lowered herself onto Victor's dick as he held it upright. Inch by ******** inch, I watched my groaning wife ******* her marriage vows and her tight rectum with my friend's penis, wriggling her hips to fit as she made the descent. Victor gasped as her puckering anus swallowed him to the very root, my wife's ass cheeks settling now on his thighs as they were coupled together.

"So full", drawled Becky, half out-of-it, as every nerve ending registered the pressuring satisfaction of my friend's invader in her **** tube. She pushed her tee-shirt down now, to cover her ass and the bare thighs of both Victor and herself, then leaned back against his chest.

"God damn, she did it!" cried Marcus. "Next of us to win a hand is on-deck", he wagered to Pete.

Just as I was entering the room, Pete had been in the process of making a case why he should be next, as Marcus had already gotten to suck her pussy. But they must have heard me coming, and quickly hushed up, trying to act natural.

Becky smiled at me, while my friends stifled their laughter and grinned like the cat that ate the canary. For a while, nobody said anything, as Marcus dealt the next hand. The only sounds were of Victor breathing deeply, but rapidly. My wife held his cards for him, in the ruse of being but a helpful tease on my friend's lap. In actuality, her wet anus sucked mightily on his dick, slowly pulling his sperm into her body. Pete won that hand and, skipping Victor, dealt the next one. I noticed then Becky beginning to lose touch, her grip on the cards slackening as she was rising up and down, in time with Victor's rolling shoulders.

As they began rocking harder together, a loud rip came out of my wife's juicy ass pipe, gas bubbling past his cock. I looked on aghast, as Marcus and Pete laughed, and Becky came to, glaring at Victor who kept on bucking. She just as quickly lolled her head back and moaned loudly, as I could tell he was grinding his pelvis into her ass on a long in-stroke. Leaning back in the chair, Victor grabbed my wife's meaty thighs and spread them. With her feet on the edge of the table, we all had a clear view as he hard pounded her ****ter in perfect time, really scrumping Becky's butt hole now like it was a pussy.

"Hell yeah!, exclaimed Marcus, as he, Pete and I all stood up to get a better view of the hot sex before us. Victor's dick quickly slid in and out my wife's anus, coated in her slime, as the rich smell of open bung perfumed the air. Becky was panting like a bitch in heat, grunting her pleasure and furiously rubbing her clit with one hand, while tugging her nipples through the thin tee-shirt with the other.

From behind, Marcus grabbed her shirt by the sleeves, and began pulling it up over her head. Between Victor's rapid fuck-strokes and her excitement, Becky managed a weak, futile protest, "No... Don't let my husband see!" before breaking into a huge, closed-eyed grin. Her arms slackened and raised, making it easier for Marcus to remove the tee-shirt. He tossed the shirt aside, exposing my wife's bouncing tits and thick, suckable nipples.

Having unveiled his prize, Marcus wrapped a fist around the base of each of my wife's soft melons, so that they plumped out around his thumb and forefinger. Becky was in a screaming fit from the rough stimulation, "YES! YES!" as Marcus alternately sucked her tits deep into his mouth, tonguing the nipples, or pulling on them with his teeth and lips.
Looking like no ***** of mine, Marcus's lustful devouring was in cruel mockery to this visions I'd once had of our babies suckling at Becky's breasts. Meanwhile, Pete had unzipped and pulled down his pants, hoping to be next to have sex with my wife, making her rectum the unnatural receptacle of his lubricating pre-cum, his reproductive man-hood, and his fertilizing seed.

Just then, Becky started really wailing, pumping her legs against the heavy table, shouting "Give me your cum!" as Victor pumped his genome into my wife's poop chute, her orgasming anus squeezing out every drop of chowder for its post-coital meal.
Seeing Becky's climax, it was as if I had recovered from a trance, shouting, "Your penis is in my wife!! Get out!"
From the sheer intensity of my voice, Marcus and Pete both backed away, as Victor's dick shrank and fell loose from her bowels. Pete was first to protest, "Yeah? And what am I supposed to do with this?" he said, waving his rock hard dick at my wife.

Lowering my face, the reply shocked even me, "Alright. You fuck her in the ass, then Marcus, then all of you get out of my sight..." with that, I resigned myself and Becky to this fate.

She slowly stood up, studied my defeat, smiled and said, "Ok. Let's take this to the living room, boys." My wife started off with a wag from her sore hips, as my three best friends followed close behind, hands on her ass and waist.
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Once on the carpet, she took a blanket off of the sofa and laid it on the ground, then put her arms around Pete and Marcus as they sucked on her tits, looking back and forth at the two of them bringing her to a panting lust. Becky then lowered herself to her knees, running her hands down their bodies. My wife rubbed Marcus's bulge with one hand while grabbing a hold of Pete's stiff member in the other, then shuffled her round, Puerto Rican ass to meet Peter. Spreading her crack now with both hands, Becky presented her slimy, cum-filled asshole and puffy pussy to Pete's penetration.
Head turned, looking up passionately to Peter, my wife begged him, "Do it, fuck me".

Stroking his dick, Pete aligned the wet tip of his adulterous member with my wife's relaxed anus. He then pushed in the entire length at one go, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from Becky, who braced her hands against the floor. Pete pulled her wet ass pipe for most of a full backstroke, before thrusting hard again into my wife's bowels.
"Never... thought. It's so tight..." he said, awed by this new experience, which his own wife had in the past denied him.
Pete spread my baby's sex crease then with his palms, picking up the tempo at which he buggered her juicy pucker. She then looked back momentarily, a smile on Becky's face as her hot pussy fluttered to his strokes, the butt slut's eyes closing with a dreamy look of contentment.
Becky cried out, "Give it to me, fuck my ass!", sweat dripping off her pretty features.
At this, Marcus fed his fingers into Becky's randy mouth, which she sucked heartily, looking into his eyes. Meanwhile, Marcus unzipped and unleashed his ten-inch monster, obscuring her view completely.

Becky gasped, his fingers falling from her mouth. She reached up with both hands wrapped around Marcus's ass, pulling his rock-hard erection to her face. My breathless wife panted out, "Oh... Fuck it!" before instantly engulfing about two-thirds of Marcus's length, her thick lips stretched obscenely over the breadth of his monstrous genitals.
Becky's eyes closed tightly as she chugged forward and back from the neck, trying to fit the rest of Marcus's mighty schlong down her tiny throat. Victor and I looked on enviously. While Pete hammered away at my wife's anal pussy, Marcus gripped the back of her head, and thrust the rest of his meat into her pussy face. Becky's throat bulged as she gagged, my wife's cute little face turning red, being fully mashed into his pubis.

***********, Becky came deep, her rippling rectum sending Pete over the edge as he fertilized my wife's ****. While flooding her pink sewer with his thick white spooge, Pete announced, "I'm cumming in Greg's wife!"
Marcus released her face, retracting his cock from Becky's throat, which caused an involuntary gasp as the tube relaxed to its normal curvature. Panting, she braced herself again on her hands, as Pete pulled his spent dick from deep within my wife's ass. She smiled at the audible *pop* made when his cock head slipped past her anus. As Becky relaxed her hips, an enormous fart rippled through her loosened bowels, spraying like a shotgun the cream of my two friends mixed with her yellow-brown butt mucus. When Becky saw that some strings had landed on my astonished cheek, she pointed and laughed almost wickedly, though weak from the hard fucking.

With his hand on my wife's full, Latina cheek, Marcus drew her attention to his face, saying softly, "My turn now."
Becky reached out with one hand for his erect cock, giving a lick and kiss on the leaking tip while looking up into his eyes, before swiveling on her hands and knees so that her ass faced Marcus's monster. As he pressed the head of his cock into her, my wife gave a surprised look back at Marcus, before smiling approvingly at him and then again facing forward, greeting me with a big, stupid grin.

Marcus leaned forward, speared into my wife, his gargantuan penis stretching her to a new dimension. Becky exhaled powerfully, her face a silent scream, as he bottomed out deep in her abdomen, my wife's knees and hands giving way as Marcus's body pushed her down onto the blanket. Her upper body supported by her tits and outstretched arms, legs splayed out, braced by Marcus's, Becky smiled and shouted at me, "He's in my pussy, honey, balls deep!"

My wife was no longer mine. I hadn't even time to register the shock before Marcus had his hands on her hips, sexing her baby hole with deep, steady strokes, stretching Becky's excited vaginal flesh around his thick organ. As Victor, Pete and I moved to get a better look at the action, she panted, "Do you boys like what you see?"
They hooted and hollered at the view of my wife's pink pussy lips, clinging like a ring wedded to Marcus's shiny wet fuck finger, his cock tugging the sweetest meat and juices from her body.

Marcus then placed his hands under Becky's thick thighs, and picked her up bodily from the floor as he stood. She leaned back into him as he steady plugged her standing, holding her legs up from behind, and holding my wife's hot pink butterfly open with his thick baby maker. Becky's sexy arched feet and painted toenails provided an adorable frame to this sickening picture, as Marcus spun my wife on his cock to face him. She wrapped her long legs around Marcus's back and her arms around his strong neck. Becky looked into his eyes, then pulled Marcus close and kissed him deeply, licking his lips with her tongue while milking his penis with her pussy lips below.
My wife smiled and whispered, "Greg could never fuck me like you do."
I groaned at this scene, with the feeling that my balls had just been physically stomped.

Then Marcus grinned, and carried Becky over to the couch. He laid her down on the edge of the sofa, his cock still filling out my wife's womb, and began again thrusting his sex into her sopping wet vagina. Becky panted heavily, while Marcus groaned his exertion through hard-pounding conjugation. "Fuck my pussy, Marcus, you fuck me so good!" my wife yelled.
Marcus responded loudly, "Take it, bitch, take it!" His monster a blur now, as my wife's pink love glove sucked it noisily.

"Here it is. I'm coming!" shouted Marcus, and with one final pump slammed his thickness deep into my wife, grinding it into the throat of her womb.
Her arms around him, Becky pulled her lover in tight, as he hosed her unprotected sanctum with thick ropes of fiery seed. The heat and pressure of his cum blast against her cervix sent my wife into another orgasm, as she screamed, "Knock me up, make me your slut!"
Marcus tremored again and again, as he filled her vaginal canal with his sperm, until it leaked out around the tight seal made by Becky's sucking pussy lips around his thick cock. I wondered then if my best friend's best efforts had in fact succeeded in making a baby in my wife.

Sick of the display, and sick at myself for letting it all happen, I hesitated not a moment longer in shooing my friends out of our home. Becky's wet face looked longingly after, as the breed seed they'd planted dripped in gobs from her open pussy and ass. Nothing would ever be the same again.

A part of my love had died that night, just as Becky had died to her old self and been replaced by a slut of unimaginable proportions. Luckily she hadn't been impregnated, as things would be much more difficult with an innocent ***** in the picture.

Becky was still something I'd wanted. The sexy beauty I had married was even sexier to me now, more than ever. And more than anything, I wanted to fuck her asshole, newly opened for business. Becky still needed me, and wanted to continue living together as husband and wife. But she also needed more cock than I could give her. So we struck up a sort of deal. She would have her tubes tied, and be able to fuck my friends anytime she liked. I was fine by this arrangement, as it meant I could have her any time she has an itch in an open orifice. And quite often, that itch has been in her anus.

This has worked out quite well, as I have her at least once a day now. My friends come over more often than before. In fact, I sometimes open the door to see them screwing my wife on the couch or on the floor. One time, she had all three of them fucking her at once, a cock in each hole, and when Pete shot his wad up her ass I was there ready to replace him. I'd always thought one day I would see my *****ren exiting my wife's womb, but instead it seems all I will ever see is the semen of other men, dripping from her used tubes.

It really bothers me too, the way she looks so deeply into Marcus's eyes, and how stretched her pussy has become from their incessant lovemaking. And I wish they wouldn't use the bed in which Becky and I sometimes *****, no matter how convenient it might be for them. But, a deal's a deal.

One time, though, I came home to Marcus's spag shooting right down my wife's ******** throat. Then I watched the leftovers drip off her chin onto those perky tits, while Becky finished sucking his rod clean. She didn't even have dinner on the table, before following him to bed with a belly full of sperm. Well that's good for her, but I need to eat too.

What to do with a wife like that!
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