ausiebloke
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This is for you chas1117. Something new, I will write as if I were you.
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My name is Chastity but I have always been called Chas. My husband and I are a typical couple, he is a teacher and I work at the local library. Hubby and some of the guys from his old basketball team get together every few months for a few beers and to talk of old times. I did meet them briefly a couple of years ago but this is really his time.
He often tells me a little of their conversations when he gets home as they are all rather intelligent and the snippets I hear are always interesting. A month or so ago he told me that one of the guys was quite excited as he had won a thousand dollars in some small lottery. As the guy was a successful real estate agent, I wondered what the big deal was for him. Hubby looked at me keenly, "Thats what Jo asked." I knew that Jo,commonly known as 'The Shrink' was a psychologist so was not surprised that it would interest him. Hubby went on. "He asked Allan what he was most happy about,the money or the fact that he had won. Allan gave it some thought and said that the feeling of winning,for some reason it was a bigger thrill than closing a big sale which earned him far more."
Hubby said that 'The Shrink' was going to devise some sort of experiment to explore the issue and that they had all moved on.We went to bed and gave it no more thought.
The next night that they met hubby came home very thoughtful. "Guess what 'The Shrink' wants us to do, he has this idea of reversing the lottery idea to try to demonstrate the the thrill of winning is separate from the financial gain, so that the winner is the loser and has to pay the others. If the 'winner's' first reaction is positive,as he puts it, it will prove the theory. The shrink said that as one well known high roller had said."There is no point gambling if losing doesn't hurt." Great I thought,this is going to cost some one big time and it had better not be us. We didn't earn as much as the others and were committed to paying of our house as soon as we could be fore starting our family. To my relief hubby had explained that to them. This had put a dampener on it until Leon had an idea."If say the winner has to pay the others five thousand each, there are seven of us so it will cost him thirty thousand dollars that should take the smile off his face but won't cause any long term problem. We just need to find a substitute for the 'Teach'. They were all really good mates and there was no hint of looking down on us because we earned less, in fact hubby was held in high esteem as a good teacher as one of them had once said. "Any one can flog houses or coach basketball teams it takes someone with talent to teach." By this stage of the night they had all had perhaps a couple too many beers, and so when "Big Bob' the six foot six coach suggested a night with 'Teach's' wife as something they would all like to win and something that give 'Teach' a similar feeling to the others losing thirty thousand there were cheers all round.I was aghast, firstly that a dollar value had been put on me, then that I could have to have sex with half a dozen guys that I had only met once.Then I remembered that apart from hubby only one other of the group was white, the others were all big tall black men. We had both had several lovers before meeting and were far from inhibited ,but had been faithful to each other since getting together I started to calm down. "One in seven is not good odds is it?" "So you are not ruling it out?"hubby sounded surprised.
"No I think I will get used to the idea, five thousand dollars would be handy but I want better odds. Hubby thought for a minute. "I don't know how to do that except if the others all put their names in the hat more than once. Or we could make it that if my name was drawn we had a second draw, say roll a dice to se if I still won." That sounded more like it to me, I was starting to get into the spirit of the thing."What say that if you won a dice was rolled and then again and if it came up the same the second time you would have won and I have to take them all on.That would make the odds seven times six, that is forty two to one, I would take those odds." Hubby looked startled "You would really risk it?" "Yes if you are OK with it,after all we have both had sex with quite a few other people and it does not cause any problem could you handle it?" I was amazed at my own reaction, I was beginning to like this idea. In a few minutes I had gone from disgust, to being rather excited by the idea.Not particularly that of hubby winning but the process of the draw. "If you are OK, tell them that if they go with the dice idea I am in."
Hubby thought for a moment. "I guess that I don't want to be the one to spoil it for the others and the money would be good,I know that you have been with quite a few guys before me and it never worried me. in fact I should admit ,it makes me appreciate you more. I will email the guys." The next night hubby announced that all the guys were in and hoping that he won. That gave me a bit of a thrill, after many years of being married it was nice to think that these men all wanted me. I thought about it a lot in the next few days and found myself thinking more about what I wore, and if it had an effect on the men around me, I even bought some more daring under wear.
The big night arrived, hubby went off to meet his mates and I found myself totally distracted from what I had intended to do. At eleven hubby rang."We have all put our names on pieces of paper and we are going to get the barman to draw the winner, he has no idea what is going on. When he holds it up I will send a photo."
I felt a queasy feeling, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Would we get the money or would hubby win?
My phone gave a tone. I checked it. there was the photo with hubby's name on it. My immediate reaction was "We've won !!" Then the implication struck me. Now it was the dice. The next photo showed a dice on the table the number three clearly showing. My mind was in turmoil now. One in six chances I could be the centre of a gang bang with one white guy and five big black guys. This was really scary. So why was I getting turned on?
It was quite a while before the phone beeped again. I was on tender hooks, not really knowing what I was hoping for. Hubby told me later that the guys had wanted to keep us both in suspense as long as they could, but that in the end they could't stand it themselves. With shaking hands I held the phone up to see two dice with the number three uppermost. Sh*t it had happened. One chance in forty two and we had won!! The screen went blank and then it rang. On answering all I could hear were a group of obviously very excited guys. Then hubby came on and asked if Friday night would be OK. He sounded is if in shock. Friday was fine with me, strangely I was already thinking about how it would all play out, what would they expect and for God's sake what should I wear? "Yes lets get it over. Will it be here?" I could hear hubby asking and general comments in reply. "Yes Friday at our place eight pm,love you."
The line went dead. when he came home he looked stressed, put his arms around me. "I am sorry I love you so much, can we go through with this or should we walk away from the whole thing?" I knew that if we stopped it the friendships would never be the same. Besides how could I tell him that deep down I was now looking forward to this.The thought of six guys all having me on the one night was getting to me. How many women get to experience that? I surprised myself with my thoughts,I must be turning into some sort of slut!! We went to bed and talked.
After what seemed like weeks the fateful Friday night arrived. We had a light meal and in a surreal atmosphere readied the house,refreshments organised,lights dimmed and then the bedroom." What do we do here?" I asked."Don't know,do you want the bed all made or just the sheets on ready? " Perhaps it would be more sexy if the bed was all made up and we had to turn it down. Just the bed side lamps on real dim?" "Sure. This is the weirdest conversation." Here I was with my husband worrying about the bed when in less than an hour six guys I didn't know would be having sex with me on it. We must be mad. It was time for me to get ready. I had given this a lot of thought,I wanted to look sexy but fully dressed , it needed to be easily removed but not too quickly. I showered and did my hair. Hubby sat in the chair in the bedroom watching as I pulled on a white thong and lent forward to capture my boobs in a matching white low cut bra. I had thought about suspenders and stockings but decided that would be a bit cliche so just climbed into a very short and full black skirt and added a bright purple blouse with buttons down the front and enough undone to make it interesting,some heels and I was ready.
At this point the atmosphere became quite awkward, I knew that I looked good and hubby said so, but it was getting to get really strange,preparing for a night of sex with my husband sitting there watching.
The door bell rang. It was show time!! Hubby answered and three of the guys walked in. Alan the only white guy, a shorter but very fit looking black guy and the' Coach' " The others are right behind" Alan explained. I was standing in the middle of the lounge room wondering how this was going to work. The three of them strode up to me and in turn all kissed me full on the mouth, 'The Coach' was the most ******** . The door bell rang again and hubby let in three more imposing looking black men. I didn't know there names and soon it didn't matter as they all surrounded me, complementing me, caressing me and making me feel good. Hubby seemed to fade into the back ground and sat in his favourite chair silently taking it all in. One of the guys took my shoulders and twirled me around so that my skirt flew up and they could all get a good view of my shaved pussy in the sheer white thong.Comments came thick and fast all making me feel special. My blouse was first to go, gently removed and flung onto the lounge near where hubby was sitting,then somehow my skirt seemed to disappear and I felt very very aware that I was practically naked with all these men all over me. Yes I was nervous, wondering what would happen and if I could satisfy them all, but I was getting turned on and the further they went with hands caressing my breasts and three fingers in my now very wet pussy the more I wanted this to go on. Suddenly I found myself picked up effortlessly as a deep black voice asked" Which way to the bedroom?"Hubby silently pointed up the stairs and led the way. At the door he stood aside as all six walked in and I was laid on our bed. Two big hands puled me into a sitting position and reached around to free me from my bra. Two more hands pulled at my thong and I automatically raised my hips to help.This was getting serious as mens clothing started to pile up in the corner of the room by the chair that hubby had quietly sat in. My whole body shook as ever part of me was touched, caressed and skilfully aroused. Finally Allan rolled on a condom and slowly pushed himself into me.It felt amazing. To be penetrated while all these hands were all over me was something it was just not possible for one man to do. After a good ten minutes Allan with drew and the big guy who had carried me up stairs positioned himself ready to screw me.
Suddenly I realised that he had not put on a rubber! My doctor had advised me to go off the pill for six months to give my body a rest and we had been using condoms for protection for some time. My mind was racing. I hadn't counted on this and after a quick calculation I realised that I was likely ovulating! "No ! You must use a rubber I am fertile!" He didn't even pause. His cock was already starting to work its way into me. " No way,none of us use rubbers it's just not done." I was near panic but he took no notice at all, and soon, despite my fear I was starting to get really near my first climax. He felt good, too good, he was long and thick and I couldn't resist, he moved strongly with confidence and I was washed away with a great climax. Just as I hit my highest he came, great spurts of it I could feel deep inside. It felt so warm, so natural, so right. He pulled out and another took his place. This guy pulled me to the edge of the bed and took me standing up with me laying back with hands all over me. I was in heaven when somebody started flicking my clit as the guy fucking me picked up speed and shot his load deep into me. I was rolled over and done doggy style while I tried to get one of them's cock down my throat. All three of us came almost at the same time.One guy laid on his back with his legs over the edge of the bed and another laid me on top of him on my back. I have never done that before and again felt my clit being played with,until I came again.
I was still feeling delirious with all this over load of sensations when I felt a guy position himself between our legs and start to push into me. My eyes flew open as I realised what they were doing to me. They were double penetrating me! He was gentle but persistent and soon had me stretched beyond anything I had thought possible.
They were both quite long and one was thick, I thought that they would split me in two, but it soon became highly arousing,feeling of incredible fullness. As I got used to it they picked up speed and started telling each other how close they were. They had great control and eventually managed to both blast into me at the same time. I came again. I was laid on my back again and had my legs held up in the air as one after the other they emptied themselves into my aching unprotected pussy. This went on for hours,one at a time , two at a time, three at a time I was hammered constantly. There was no break, come was leaking out every where, running down my legs onto the bed , I was a complete mess. Allan the only white guy had given up, I think that he intimidated by all these big black guys and was just watching. I was in some sort of trance,my mind so focused on my erotic stimulation that nothing else existed. Hubby was forgotten, the very real risk of getting knocked up was forgotten ,my whole being was centred on what was being done to me. My body was all that there was. I didn't know that guys could have that much stamina,most must have come at least twice, and many three times . It was an overwhelming display of raw black power. Gradually the pace slowed and then they all announced that they were done. "What a winner ." One said as they were getting dressed.Soon they were gone and hubby and I looked at each other and without having to speak walked to the spare room for the night. We collapsed and it was late Saturday morning when we woke. It was tense at first as we sorted out what had happened. I had to admit that I had had the time of my life and hubby admitted that he was surprised at his own feelings of pride in my performance and how the guys had all so much enjoyed me. "What do we do now?" I wondered in what way he wanted to know, did he mean in our lives or more specifically. "I don't know, but our lives won't be quite the same will they?" He looked a bit put out 'I mean about your condition,you know , they could have knocked you up. We had better get the morning after pill right now." He sounded a bit frantic. "You know the longer we leave it the less reliable it will be." "OK I will have a shower and go to get it." "Don't be to long its twelve hours now." When I got back with the pill he was cleaning up the bedroom. I put the pill on the breakfast bench and got a glass of water. Then I sat down and looked at them,last night had been the most thrilling night of my life,I could still feel what they had done to me, my whole body was still singing with how they had played me. I looked at the pill and the glass of water. I thought of how I had felt when that first guy had blasted his come so far up in me, I didn't even know his name, but I could still feel it as if it was just happening.I picked up the pill and turned it over and put it down again, I took a sip of water,cool,clean, clearing my head. I looked at the pill again, if I took it would all these fantastic feelings start to fade? I felt that my pussy was still stretched from them double penetrating me, hell, I never thought that I could have done that,but I had and it was marvellous. Could I ever go back to living my old life? What would happen if I told hubby that I needed to do this again? I picked up the pill and put it on my tongue, I took it out again. I heard hubby behind me. "You still not taken it? Whats the problem?" "I don't know, it just seems that it would be the end to last night, and I'm sorry but I don't want it to end just yet." He put his around me from behind and spoke softly in my ear. "Last night was incredible, I have no idea how I feel about it yet, but you need to take the pill, you could be pregnant if you don't." I shivered and pushed into him. "You now what I really need. I need you to take me upstairs and make love to me."' After you take the pill." I know how to get him going and reached around and started playing with him. "If I am going to take it, you might as well get to come in me first,it's a while since I felt you come,I bet you would like that." "Yes I hate those condoms, but we can't wait too long." We rushed upstairs and made love like it was our honeymoon. We spent the whole day alternating between him pleading with me to take the dammed pill and making out like teenagers. It is now nine pm and he has crashed, exhausted, I doubt if he will wake till morning. I still haven't taken that pill.
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