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# Posted: 10 Nov 2007 01:24:51
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Greetings, my fellow cuckolds, cuckoldresses, wanna-bes, bulls, hotwives, and the men who love them. It appears that the overwhelming preference thus far is to hear about Caitlin getting double-teamed by a couple of English boys. We’ll end the “voting” here and share that story now…
Caitlin and I recently returned home from a long trip overseas, to Australia, New Zealand, and parts of Asia. Needless to say, being out of the country always allows us quite the opportunity to engage in one of our favorite activities; namely, Caitlin indulging her sexual desires to the maximum. Something about being away from home turns my little slut into a sex-crazed fuck bunny. Over the course of one month of travels, Caitlin had sex with twelve different men. This particular story happened early on in our trip, perhaps two or three nights in.
One of the first places we visited was Australia. When Caitlin and I travel, we prefer to camp, or stay in a hostel, as opposed to a hotel room, because the crowded, semi-public settings allow for greater opportunities for Caitlin’s sexual indiscretions. On our second night in Australia, we stayed in a crowded hostel outside of Sydney. Our room consisted of six sets of bunk beds. Caitlin and I ended up on the bottom bunk of one of the beds. Our roommates in the hostel were three other couples, a small group of traveling university-age girls, and four or five single guys. Caitlin and I decided to go out drinking with the single guys and college girls. Caitlin had already whispered to me that she thought two of the guys (the two youngest-looking ones) were devastatingly handsome. They appeared to be about 18 years old each
It was fairly temperate outside, so Caitlin was able to wear a white floral-patterned sundress, sandals, diamond earrings, and a delicate ankle bracelet. A quick, well-timed, and accurate grope by my skilled right hand revealed that she was NOT wearing panties. Right before we went out, she pushed me down on the bed, straddled my face, and lifted up her dress. I was greeted with a freshly shaven, gorgeous pussy right in my line of sight. Right away, I dispatched my mouth and tongue into action, sucking, licking, and twisting her clit and pussy lips rhythmically for a minute or two, just enough to drive her absolutely crazy but not enough to let her cum. I wanted her to be horny while we were out. “Damn it, Tyler!” she moaned with a smile, and then continued to tease me. “Now my pussy is going to be dripping down my leg all night, and I’m probably going to have to go find some stud with a huge dick to satisfy these cravings.”
“If only I were so lucky,” I replied. But in my head, the seeds were planted for the evening. Seeds that I hoped would grow into a little sprout, which would grow into leaves and roots. The leaves and roots would then continue growing until they developed into my sexy petite curvy brunette big-tittied wife spread eagle getting plowed bareback while I watch from the corner.
After getting to the bar, we started buying round after round, rock star style, of various hard liquors. We got to know several of the people in our group fairly well. It was revealed that the two guys that Caitlin had mentioned earlier to me were students at university from the U.K. And they were first-year students, for that matter! I began to tease Caitlin a bit for finding such young guys so attractive, but jokes aside, they would not have a hard time getting laid, I’ll say that much. Their names were Anderson and James, both over six feet tall, well built, and dark hair. It was obvious, to me at least, that they had taken a liking to Caitlin, at least with respect to the other girls in the group and at the bar that night. After about a dozen or so shots of tequila, vodka, and god knows what else, Caitlin began to get that little spark in her eye. Most people would miss it in passing, dismissing it as a playful smirk or glance from wife to husband. I have known Caitlin inside and out, however, for almost a decade, and I understood her signal. Tonight was going to be a “fun” night. My cock instantly sprang to attention as we sat down in a dark corner together.
“So, what did you have in mind for tonight, my sexy little vixen?” I asked her.
Caitlin grabbed my hands and placed them on her inner thighs. “Tyler, I haven’t stopped dripping since you licked me earlier. I want to have some fun with Anderson or James. They’re both hot, and I’m pretty sure at least one of them will fuck me. Do you think they would want to fuck me, baby?” While holding my hand, she slowly pulled it over her bare cunt, and pushed my fingers into the slick, wet, warm folds of her little pussy lips.
“At least one of them? I bet you they’d both fuck you. They’d probably fight over you,” I replied, trying to concentrate on the conversation as my fingers danced in and out, around and around her dripping hole.
“We don’t want any fighting, now… I can handle them both at the same time. They’re just teenagers, right?” She smiled, and after quickly glancing around to make sure no one was looking, she tugged her dress down just enough on one side for a rock-hard nipple to poke itself out.
“Caitlin, don’t you forget, teenage boys are the horniest little perverts around. I used to jack off six times a day in junior high and high school. These two college kids would beat the shit out of your gorgeous pussy,” I answered as I put her nipple away and at the same time jammed three of my fingers right into her hole as far as I could, and then quickly started pounding and rubbing her G-spot.
“Ooohhhh shit you asshole! Uhhgghhh!” Caitlin laughed in ecstasy, screamed, and pulled herself away from me. “You can’t do that to me! If you keep that up, I’m going to take my dress off in the middle of the dance floor, bend over the god damn speaker, and tell the DJ to announce that anyone with a cock over seven inches long is welcome to blast a load or two into my pussy… maybe even my ass,” she tortured me as she stood up, straightened her dress out, and swayed her hips as she strolled away from me out onto the dance floor. Damn, that woman really knows just what to say to drive me to the edge and beyond. I couldn’t even get up to follow her, as I had an obvious tent-pole situation with few options to disguise it. So, I decided to watch Caitlin at play.
Caitlin does not waste any time when she knows what she wants. I looked out onto the dance floor, scanning the crowd for the telltale patterns of her dress. I managed to spot Anderson and James, dancing together… wait a second… they weren’t dancing together! There was someone in between them. I’ll give you three guesses as to who was grinding her hips in between the two British young studs.
You probably only needed one guess.
I stared in awe as Caitlin worked her magical hips and ass in a circular, rhythmic motion around, up, and down the guys’ legs and groin areas. Anderson grabbed her hips from behind and began vigorously thrusting his (I’m assuming rock-hard) cock in and out of the crack of my wife’s ass. Caitlin responded by keeping in time with his thrusts, while placing her hands on the floor out in front of her. James could only watch in awe, as it appeared that Anderson was dry-fucking my wife, doggystyle, in the middle of the dance floor.
But to make matters even more intense…
In addition to the thrusting and grinding, I saw Anderson’s right hand begin to move forwards and backwards repeatedly. At the same time, James lifted Caitlin’s arms off the ground and placed them around his neck, which had the effect of raising her dress up as high as it could go while remaining on. As you can imagine, this revealed the bottom half of Caitlin’s perfect ass to anyone who happened to be looking over in that direction at that moment. It also revealed to me that Anderson was extremely busy finger fucking the living hell out of my little wife, right out there in front of everyone. As quickly as it happened (and both Anderson and Caitlin realized that she was now exposed to the bar) it was over, as she quickly yanked her arms down and straightened her dress out, and he pulled his glistening hand out of her cunt. He lifted his fingers, covered in my wife’s pussy juices, up to his buddy James’ nose, and James took a deep inhale in. From my vantage point, I could see him smile at what was no doubt the sweet, fresh smell of a sexy, toned petite woman’s tasty vagina.
Caitlin wasn’t finished driving the guys wild, however. She grabbed Anderson’s hand and proceeded to shock the hell out of both of the guys by sensually licking his hand clean, slowly, with her tongue, pausing only to torture them with her seductive stare.
I almost came in my pants right there.
I saw Caitlin speak to both of the guys; she must have told them to head back over to me, as all three of them turned and walked back over in my direction. By this point, the rest of the people who were staying in our hostel were either dancing on their own, engaged in conversations around the bar, or had left for the night. When the three dirty dancers got back, Caitlin told us to get a cab, as she had to go to the ladies’ room.
“So where are we going, fellas?” I asked. “I’m not ready to call it a night just yet and head back to the hostel, if at all possible.”
“Well, we’ve been here for a week already, and we met some local Australian blokes who live in a right lavish flat on the harbor. We’ve been heading there for afters most every night,” James replied.
“Afters?” I was confused.
Anderson laughed. “I believe you Americans call it ‘after-party’.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. So what do you guys think of my wife? She’s fucking sexy, eh? She’s definitely real drunk,” I said.
“Yeah, she’s mullered all right,” snickered James. “I’d say your bird’s arching for it.”
“Damnit you bastards! You need to quit it with all the British slang. I can’t understand a god damn word that comes out of your mouths,” I joked.
Anderson and James laughed. “All right, all right mate.” (At this point, I think they were under the impression that I had not seen their dance floor antics, as they seemed unsure of what to expect from me.) “So what is the deal with you two?” James queried. “You like to get jointed?”
“Smoke weed? Sure, we party all the time. Let’s get a cab and go to that after party, or afters, or whatever you called it, and we can get even more fucked up,” I replied.
“I must say, sir Tyler, your lady has some right perfect jublies,” Anderson teased.
“OK, OK, I’ve seen Austin Powers. So you like my wife’s tits. Everyone does. In fact, I bet she’d show them to you if you asked her to.” I baited them and waited for their reply.
“Are you serious?” James wondered aloud.
“We like to have lots of fun, if you know what I mean,” I responded. Just then, Caitlin stumbled back to us, adjusting her “jublies” and trying to stay upright. “So, what are you three sexy men going to do with me tonight?” Caitlin smiled.
With that, we headed outside and hailed a cab. While it appeared to be by accident, I’m sure it wasn’t a mistake that somehow Anderson, James, and Caitlin ended up in the back seat, and I was left to sit up front with the taxi driver. Our British friends gave the driver the address and we pulled out of the lot. No sooner were we on the road that the real fun began.
Trying to appear as casual as I could, I made some small talk with our driver about Sydney, traffic, the weather, etcetera, while I adjusted my seating position so as to be able to use the rear view mirror to peer into the back seat and see what was going on between my wife and her young college friends. They sure had not wasted much time getting started. Caitlin was sitting between the two guys. She was sitting spread-legged, with one leg over each guy’s legs on either side of her, allowing both of them easy access to her Netherlands. Caitlin was engaged in a passionate kiss with James, a regular contest to see who could shove their tongue down the other’s throat the farthest. His hands were busy, having pulled her right breast out of her dress and twisting, tugging, pulling, and teasing her nipple as he massaged her tit.
Anderson, on the other side, was knuckle-deep in her love-hole, furiously pounding his fingers in and out as fast as he could. Caitlin had responded by unzipping his pants with her left hand and freeing his cock from its restraints. When his dick sprung loose and she got her hand wrapped around it, she made an audible gasp. I couldn’t really see how big it actually was due to the low level of light in the taxi. I did manage to catch glimpses of her diamond on her engagement ring as it would sparkle brightly when it caught different light sources; believe me, there is nothing quite like seeing your wife’s small hand, with your expensive diamond ring on her left ring finger, as it is wrapped around a stranger’s cock for the first time.
All the commotion had caught the attention of the cab driver. He whispered to me, “Looks like thair getting’ ot ‘n eavy back thair” or something like that, in a thick Aussie accent. “Wonder whair ‘er ‘usband ees, tha poor fool.” I smiled to myself as I silently answered him in my head. I’m right here, and I wouldn’t rather be anywhere in the world than right here right now.
After a few minutes of kissing, slurping sounds, rustling of clothing, unzipping of zippers, sighs of pleasure, moans of passion and frustrated restraint, the taxi driver announced that we were almost at our destination. By this time, Caitlin’s dress had somehow ended up completely off her body, both of the guys’ cocks were free from their pants, and she was sitting on James’ lap. I strained to see if he had penetrated her yet; the angle and darkness prohibited me from ascertaining as to what was occurring. Anderson, on the other hand, had positioned his cock near enough to her head, that every now and then she would take a break from jacking him off and go down to suck and lick the head of his penis. Now that it was out in the open, I could fully judge his penis size; I would say that it was about six inches long, but probably about six inches around. Now I know why Caitlin gasped. The freakish cock was thicker than a can of coke.
Suddenly, a car passing ours honked their horn and we could hear the hoots and hollers of a car full of drunk teenagers shout their approval as they sped past. Apparently, they had a good view of the action inside.
Just then, we made a quick turn and ended up in a driveway shortly thereafter. While I paid the driver, Caitlin, James, and Anderson struggled to get dressed and compose themselves quickly enough to walk into the party in a presentable fashion. When I tried to tip the driver, he wouldn’t let me – he just winked and drove away. I guess the show he’d received was gratuity enough.
When we went inside the house, we were greeted by the Australian friend of Anderson and James, whose name was Terrell. He gave us a warm welcome and then a quick tour of his place; it was beautiful! His kitchen opened up onto a balcony / wooden deck structure that held a pool, barbeque grill, and a screened-in porch, all of which was adjacent to a large body of water, the harbor, I imagined. The three of us joined a few other late-nighters who were in the midst of catching different kinds of buzzes.
There was cocaine, ecstasy, mushrooms, weed, alcohol, oxycontin, and xanax pills just lying around Terrell’s TV table. So many drugs that you literally expected there to be candy machines full of them somewhere in the house.
Needless to say, we dug in quickly. A few lines of this, a few tokes of this, wash down a few of these with a shot or two of this, and we were all feeling great. Most importantly, if any of us had any remaining inhibitions, they were now officially gone.
The party continued on, with a direct correlation establishing itself in that the more intoxicated Caitlin, James, and Anderson became, the more they laughed, flirted, touched, teased, and fondled one another, somewhat innocently at first, continuing on to be more and more daring. About an hour after we arrived at the “afters” (I love that expression now) I had walked into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat (marijuana = appetite). When I returned, Anderson was sitting on the couch, but James and Caitlin were nowhere to be found.
”Where did they go?” I asked him.
“Anderson said he was going to the bathroom to take a leak… Caitlin just sort of got up and followed him. This was about five minutes ago,” James informed me.
Wow… did they get started already, without me? Usually Caitlin’s more well-behaved than that… but I guess it was partially my fault, getting her all hot and bothered and then leaving her to suffer for the rest of the night.
I walked over to the guest room bathroom; it was empty and the lights were off. I asked Terrell where the other bathrooms were and he told me that there were a couple more downstairs, but he saw Caitlin head up to the second floor just a little bit ago. I rushed up the stairs, as quickly yet quietly as I could. As I came up upon a closed door with light peeking out underneath its frame, I slowed up and crept the rest of the way until my ear was pressed against the door.
“Mmmm….(slap) mmmmm…. (slap) uhhh….. (slap) uhhh…(slap) ohh… (slap) mmmm….. (slap) uuuhhh!”
Using my amazing powers of deduction (when combined with years and years of experience hearing that particular sound as well), I quickly put two and two together and realized what was going on. A mental picture emerged: Caitlin, hands on the counter, bent over, her dress flipped up but not off, her bare ass exposed; James behind her, his dick out of his unzipped pants, thrusting his young virile rock-hard cock repeatedly into my wife’s extending and contracting pussy lips and vaginal hole, skin on skin, unprotected, his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet so no one would hear, as he pounded his dick repeatedly into Caitlin, his dick getting harder and harder, bigger and more swollen than it has ever been before, as he’s never had a piece of ass quite like my lovely wife, I’m sure. I had taken a small tool off my keychain and began to quietly unlock the simple bolt mechanism that barely locked the bathroom door.
“Uuuuhhh ….(slap) uuuhhh …. (slap) mmmm ….. (slap) uhhh…(slap) ohh… (slap) mmmm….. (slap) uuuhhh… you’re so tight….”
What was that? I could clearly hear James’s voice say to my wife that she was “tight”. Unless they were comparing muscle flexion power, my “scenario” was definitely happening. I smiled to myself as I realized that part of the reason I love my wife SO much and absolutely worship her had just revealed itself: that no matter how much I give her permission, and tell her to go fuck guys, and say that I’m cool with it as long as I can watch or she tells me first, she still finds it necessary every now and then to let some hot well-built stud animalistically pound her unprotected, fertile cunt in the bathroom at an afterparty where she “snuck away.”
Here goes nothing, I thought, as I felt the lock come undone and I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom…
TO BE CONTINUED.... sorry guys; at least there's something to look forward to 
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