Banging My Teammates

Lizzie and I had been married for just over a year when we moved to Westmouth. I had accepted a promotion at a large, well-regarded secondary school in the south coast town, which prompted the move. It meant more responsibility and a higher salary; even though we had no connections there, we also had nothing holding us back in our old town, so we decided to go for it.

We moved at the beginning of the long summer break to give us time to settle in before I started work in September. Lizzie found part-time work at a local branch of a regional law firm shortly after we arrived, which was certainly a bonus. We didn’t need the extra money, but it didn’t hurt—we planned on putting aside and using it to pay for a fancy summer holiday somewhere exotic.

Obviously, we didn’t know many people in this unfamiliar new town where everyone spoke with a curious, musical accent and at the suggestion of another teacher at my new school, I joined a local Sunday League football team.

It was a typical amateur outfit. Most guys were more interested in the social aspect than the sport, and we often gathered in a pub on Sunday afternoons after the match for a couple of beers and some grub.

Not all the players’ wives or girlfriends joined us—hell, I don’t think all my teammates even had wives or girlfriends—but Lizzie made friends with a couple of them who did.

Yes, joining the team was certainly good for our social life and, although we didn’t know it then, it would do wonders for our sex life too.

At the end of a moderately successful first season with the team, Lizzie and I thought throwing a party for my teammates and their partners would be a nice way to say ‘thank you’ for welcoming us. Since it was late spring—almost summer—we decided on a barbecue in the back garden. If nothing else, it meant more space to accommodate everyone.

We told our guests to arrive around seven and ‘bring a bottle’. Unsurprisingly, the booze flowed freely throughout the evening.

Most people stayed outside for the first few hours. It was a warm evening, and the barbecue smoke smelled divine. I manned the grill while Lizzie kept everyone’s glasses topped up and plates full with the food I’d so manfully cooked. All in all, it was a fun party.

It stayed warm well after dusk, although as darkness fell, some wives and girlfriends started drifting inside to congregate in the kitchen.

Around eleven, some guests began heading home, mostly the players with partners. Eventually, only two other couples and a few single guys remained.

Billy’s wife, Jenny, and Jack’s wife, Alyson, were keeping Lizzie company and polishing off a bottle of wine in the kitchen, while we guys stood around in the lounge chatting as highlights from the day’s professional matches played on the telly. The conversation among us men was the typical bullshit guys toss around—particularly when beer is flowing freely. And the two main subjects?

Sport and sex.

Obviously.

We talked about the season we’d had and the professional season as it reached its climactic last day—with two teams in the running for the title and two relegation candidates going head-to-head. We discussed the upcoming World Cup that summer and England’s (slim) hopes of lifting the trophy. That led to talk about the England WAGs—who was hottest and who we wouldn’t touch in a million years.

The consensus? We’d bang pretty much all of them.

Then our goalkeeper, Big Nev (aptly named, in more ways than one), asked, “Hey, Billy, when are we gonna get to bang Jenny again? It’s been a while.”

“I don’t know, Nev. We’ve both been busy.”

“Does he mean what it sounds like?” I asked, glancing around.

“Pretty much,” Billy confirmed. “Jenny and I have what you’d call an open marriage. Basically, she’s hot to trot, and I’m not embarrassed to admit I can’t keep up on my own. Not as young as I used to be. So, the guys here help out sometimes.”

“And you’re okay with that?” My voice cracked slightly. The idea of a man letting other men fuck his wife ... or did his wife fuck other men? Was there a difference?

“Why wouldn’t I be? Saves me from an early grave,” Billy chuckled, nudging my ribs. “And as much fun as death by fucking might sound, I don’t fancy finding out—know what I mean?” He laughed at his own joke. “Besides, there are perks. Jenny can hardly complain if I dip my wick elsewhere when she’s choking down some other bloke’s cock, can she?”

“So, you fuck around on her?”

“Not behind her back. Well, not usually. Look, put it this way: all the guys on the team have had a crack at Jenny. Except you—just lack of opportunity, nothing personal.” He grinned. “And in return, I’ve had a go at their other halves. Fair’s fair, right? Some I had to, you know,seduce. Put the moves on. But not all. Hell, Alyson’s still here, isn’t she, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Sure is.”

“Well,” Billy lowered his voice conspiratorially, “she’s almost as big a slut as my Jenny.”

“That she is,” Jack agreed readily. “Only ... I can keep up with her better than you can with your missus.” We all laughed, Billy included.

“Hey,” Big Nev said, rubbing his hands together, “since two of the team sluts are here, why not set something up now? Go get ’em, Billy. You know Jenny’s always up for it. Bet Alyson is too. Been fucking ages since we last gangbanged her. Not since last season, right?”

Jack and Billy exchanged a look; Billy raised his eyebrows, a silent question passing between them. It looked like they were seriously considering it.

“What? Here?” The words squeaked out—they were talking about a gangbang in my lounge!

“Sure,” Big Nev boomed, his voice deep as his shoulders were wide. “You don’t mind, do you? You’re due a crack at her crack. No time like the present!”

“But ... But ... Lizzie?”

“She can join in if she wants,” Billy offered casually. “The guys won’t mind. Will you, lads?”

A chorus of “No!” and lewd encouragement erupted as I shook my head, trying to articulate my real concern. It wasn’t that I thought Lizzie would ever join in—the idea was ludicrous. I knew she would never consider fucking evenoneother guy, let alone a whole gang of them. But I dreaded her reaction if the guys started fucking Jenny, and probably Alyson, right here on our lounge carpet. We’d only just had it fitted. Barely two months old!

On the other hand ... a conflicting heat rose in my gut. My cock was already rock hard at the thought of watching Jenny and Alyson, both undeniably hot, getting fucked ... maybe even joining in myself ... I mean, if they both really had fucked all the other guys on the team, then damn it, why should I be the odd man out?

Billy left the lounge and headed for the kitchen, returning less than a minute later with a giggling, tipsy Jenny in tow. She wore a silly grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. Clearly, this was a woman who wanted to have some fun.

Billy grabbed a couple of cushions from the sofa and tossed them on the floor while Jenny pulled her top over her head, then pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it. She stood in the centre of the room, striking a pose for the guys with her hands on her hips and one leg slightly bent. Her body was the stuff wet dreams were made of—the body of a porn-star, you might say. Long, bottle-blonde hair framed a face with high cheekbones and full, pouty lips. Her large tits threatened to bust out of her bra and her legs looked incredible in black hold-up stockings and high heels. Wide hips tapered to a narrow waist, and her skimpy lace panties left little to the imagination—it was clear that she kept the lady-garden neatly trimmed.

With a seductive smile, she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the pile of clothes on the floor beside her. Then she looked directly at me, winked, and bent to slide off her panties. She stepped out of them, added them to the growing pile of discarded clothes, then straightened up, struck a pose once more, and asked, “Well, boys, who’s first?”

Clothes scattered all over the room as my teammates scrambled to get naked.

Was this really happening?

Mouth agape, I watched Big Nev approach Jenny, pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply. He massaged her arse with his enormous goalkeeper’s hands, while she hungrily kissed him back, grabbed hishugecock and stroked it.

A few moments later, Jenny was on her back and Big Nev was slamming away between her legs.

I stared, unable to process the scene. For one thing, how did Big Nev’s donkey cock fit in Jenny’s cunt—or any woman’s cunt for that matter. The fucking thing was massive. But it did fit. And he’d jammed it up inside her right there in my living room.

On my new carpet!

My eyes darted around wildly.

And then I saw Lizzie. She stood in the doorway beside Alyson, and I heard her mutter, almost inaudibly, “I ... I thought they were joking.”

“Oh, they never joke about sex,” Alyson replied coolly. “Jenny’s a fucking slut.” She paused. “Although, in fairness, so am I.” Another pause. “Actually, so are most of us. It must be a team bonding kind of thing.” She glanced at Lizzie and said, “You should try it.”

I didn’t hear Lizzie’s response; my attention snapped back to the centre of the room as Big Nev grunted loudly, pumping his cum deep into Jenny’s pussy. She moaned just as loudly, her body arching in what looked like her own orgasm.

When his hips stopped jerking, two sets of hands pulled Big Nev off her to make way for the next contestant. But Billy stepped in before Charlie, our leading goal scorer, took Nev’s place. “Hold on, hold on. Let’s be fair. Give the host his turn before she gets too sloppy. It’s his first time, don’t forget.”

I can’t have heard him right—my ears must have been playing tricks on me. It sounded like Billy,my teammate, was offering me his wife’s pussy.

“Yeah. Come on, stud. Show me what you’ve got.” Jenny’s voice, husky now, joined the invitation.

This was fucking insane.

But even though my little head knew what it wanted, and was so hard it was straining against my jeans, my big head knew right from wrong. Lizzie was right there in the room. Watching. It felt like treason to drop to my knees and stick my cock in Jenny’s cunt. A complete shattering of our marriage vows. Amassivebreach of trust.

Almost as massive as Big Nev’s cock...The thought slithered in, unwelcome.

“No, No, I ... It wouldn’t be ... I just—” My protest died in my throat.

“Oh, stop being a fucking pussy and fuck that fucking pussy,” Billy snapped. “Come on, man. Just look at her! She’s getting impatient.”

Sprawled on her back, Jenny pinched her nipples and licked her lips slowly. Her legs were spread wide, feet together, and a drop of Big Nev’s cum oozed from her gaping cunt.

This was a terrible idea.

A catastrophic, life-altering bad idea.

My eyes flicked over to Lizzie. Her face was pale, eyes wide with shock. Then back to Jenny, stroking her inner thighs, her touch deliberate, inviting.

If I hadn’t drunk so much...

If the guys weren’t all watching, expecting ... egging me on...

If I had more willpower...

But the beer, the pressure, and the devil on my shoulder whispering thateveryone elsehad sampled this forbidden fruit and I was the only one left out...

It chipped away at my resolve.

I shrugged, a pathetic gesture of surrender.

A stupid, drunken grin spread across my face as I stepped forward and fumbled with my belt buckle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of motion—Lizzie turning, storming out of the room.

Sure, she’s pissed off right now, but she’ll get over it,that devil whispered in my ear.I’m sure she will. She always does. Well, usually.

I pushed my trousers and boxers down, then dropped to my knees between Jenny’s spread legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the head in the folds of her pussy, coating it with her juices—and, inevitably, Big Nev’s cum, though that barely registered.

I positioned the head between her gaping lips and shoved all the way home on the first thrust, sliding balls deep, my pelvis banging into hers. Heavenly.

Jenny’s cunt wasn’t as tight around my cock as Lizzie’s, but shehadjust taken Big Nev’s monster. Not that I cared. This was the first new pussy I’d been in since before I met Lizzie. The thrill was more about novelty than pure sensation.

The guys cheered me on, chanting my name like I’d just scored the winner in the cup final. One of them—Charlie—knelt by Jenny’s head, his cock aimed at her face. She pushed herself up on her elbows to reach it and sucked his dick into her mouth. I’d never been this close to someone getting sucked off. My eyes widened as her nose brushed his pubes and his shaft made a thick bulge down her throat.

“Damn, that’s good,” Charlie said. “Best fucking cocksucker ever.”

A surge of excitement, stronger than anything I’d felt in years, shot through me.

The problem was, it wastoostrong. I’d barely established a rhythm when I felt the cum boiling in my balls.

It could’ve only been two or three minutes. I sped up, thrusting frantically until I couldn’t hold back, freezing at full depth as I hosed down Jenny’s cunt with spurt after spurt of cum.

Balls finally empty, breathing hard, I felt Charlie push my shoulder—his turn. I pulled out and sat back on my haunches, watching as Jenny sat up, then shifted onto all fours for Charlie. Facing me now, she winked as he took her from behind, fucking her hard, making her tits bounce.

I scrambled up and collapsed into my favourite armchair to watch the show. Somewhat dazed, I scanned the room full of naked men awaiting their turn, but saw no sign of Lizzie or Alyson. Alyson must have followed Lizzie when she stormed out after I started on Jenny.

Hopefully, she could talk some sense into her. Okay, maybe notsense, but perhaps stop her from wanting to chop my balls off with her favourite kitchen knife—the big one she used for cutting steak.

A loud groan drew my attention back to Jenny. She was now sucking hungrily on Jack’s dick while Charlie still slammed into her from behind. They bounced her back and forth between them; she looked ecstatic.

Then, Lizzie’s voice cut through the noise from the doorway.

“Hey guys, don’t wear yourselves out on Jenny! There are two more pussies here that need fucking. Lots and lots of fucking!”

Every head in the room whipped around towards the doorway where Lizzie and Alyson stood, one arms around each other’s waists, and their other hands gently rubbing each other’s pussies.

“Lizzie, what are—”

“Not one word out of you!” she snapped, pulling her hand from Alyson’s crotch to wag a finger at me. “This is just as muchmyparty as it is yours and I intend to enjoy it. So you just sit there and watch me have some fun. And damn, I’m going to have some fun!” She turned to the room. “So ... Who’s first? I reckon I’ve got some catching up to do.”

Billy, standing closest, took her hand and pulled her to the centre of the room. He gently pushed her to her knees and aimed his erection towards her face.

She looked up at him, took his cock in her hand, then glanced over at me and grinned—a challenging, triumphant smirk. She winked, holding my gaze as she opened her mouth, slowly moved her head forward, and wrapped her lips around Billy’s knob.

Those eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes, positively glowed. With what? Excitement? Desire? Revenge?

All three?

Whatever it was, the intensity remained as she closed her eyes, moaned, and sucked more of my teammate’s cock into her mouth.

“Like what you see?”

Alyson’s voice made me jump and look up at her. I hadn’t realised she’d glided over and now perched on the arm of my chair. I’d been utterly engrossed watching Lizzie suck another man’s dick. “I ... I...” I shook my head, speechless. “I don’t know.”

“Just wait until she bends over, ready to get fucked. Wait until you watch Billy’s big dick slide into her for the first time ... Jack says there’s no feeling like it.” She took a deep breath. “Mind you, I get a similar thrill every time I see Jack slide into some other woman, too. Almost as much of a thrill as when some other bloke slams intome.”

I sat in stunned silence as Alyson’s husband approached my wife. Even as Lizzie continued to suck hungrily on Billy’s cock, Jack repositioned her, pushing her to lean forward and spreading her knees wide enough to give him access to her pussy.

I’m certain he deliberately gave me a fantastic view as he moved closer, rubbed his cockhead in her folds and coating it with her obviously ample lubrication.

My wife was incredibly turned on.

And so was I.

My cock was rock hard, but I only noticed when Alyson knelt before me and gripped it in her tiny hand.

“Looks like Jack gets her pussy first,” Alyson murmured, a hint of surprise in her tone. “It’s usually Billy. She must be a damn good cocksucker if he’s letting someone else sample her first.”

“She is,” I managed, still numb.

“Well, so am I,” Alyson purred, her voice thick with lust. “Let me show you while your wife gets fucked by another man. Bymyhusband. Just watch. He’s putting it in now, isn’t he? He’s putting his dick in your wife’s cunt.”

I nodded, though he hadn’t yet. He was still teasing her—and me—by rubbing his cock up and down her slit.

“When was the last time someone other than you fucked her, eh? Think she’ll like it?”

“I...”

“Oh, Iknowshe will. She’s just like me, I can tell. Knew it when we were talking earlier. She’s a dirty little slut—just like me and the rest of the girls.” She moaned, covering the head of my cock with her mouth. I tensed, sucking in a sharp breath.

As Alyson’s mouth slid down my shaft, Jack glanced over, his eyes taking in his wife’s actions, before flicking up to meet mine. His dick was poised at the entrance to my wife’s sweet pussy. Was he asking permission? Or boasting? I couldn’t tell. Gripping the chair’s arms, I nodded once. He nodded back, then looked down at where his cock met Lizzie’s pussy and pushed forward.

I watched, awestruck, as her labia parted to accommodate him. Transfixed, I saw him inch forward, slowly but smoothly, Lizzie’s cunt offering no resistance, practicallysuckinghim in.

My disbelief surged as she took Billy’s cock from her mouth, head tipping forward as she felt another man’s cock enter her pussy for the first time in ... how long? Years.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Jack withdrew slowly; she threw her head back, letting out a long, low, guttural moan.

It was the most incredibly erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. The woman I loved, and who loved me, my partner in life, the woman I wanted to be the mother of my children, had another man’s cock inside her—two of them, in fact, as she’d resumed sucking Billy’s dick once Jack found his rhythm.

I drank in the sheer rapture on her face as Jack’s cock sawed in and out of her pliant pussy. I was mesmerised by the way her pussy lips stretched to grip his dick as it pulled out, then yielded as he pushed back in.

The sight was utterly hypnotic.

And then I came.

Despite having dumped a load in Jenny’s cunt moments ago, I squeezed my eyes shut, stomach muscles clenching almost painfully as an unexpected orgasm ripped through me. My cock twitched repeatedly, pumping jet after jet of hot semen into Alyson’s hungry mouth. She gulped it down without missing a beat.

Her blowjob had been good—although I’ve had better. But that wasn’t why I came.

I came because I was so utterly turned on by seeing another man fuck my wife. Turned on by seeing another man make my wife moan and pant, even as she tried to suck Billy’s cock.

Turned on by watching her big tits bounce and her hair fly as Jack and Billy thrust into her from both ends.

Alyson continued suckling gently on my dick as I watched the scene before me. While Jack and Billy spit-roasted my wife, filling her with more cock than she had ever had before, bouncing her between them, Jenny had one of our defenders, Gary, on his back and was riding his cock while sucking Big Nev back to hardness.

“Wanna fuck me now?” Alyson asked, her voice pulling my gaze from the live-action porno. Her eyes blazed with lust as she held my still-hard cock, lazily rubbing her own pussy with her other hand. “Or shall I leave you to enjoy the show and come back later? I don’t mind. There’s plenty of cock here for me. Plenty for all three of us, actually.”

I didn’t answer, just looked from her to Lizzie, to Jenny, back to Lizzie, then to Alyson again.

She smiled. “I’ll come back later.”

Alyson rose from her knees and went hunting the cock she craved. It didn’t take her long to find it. And then I was watching three sexy young women in their prime fucking right in front of me.

Just as Alyson lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs for one of the guys, Jack’s hips jerked. I don’t know if seeing one of his teammates fucking his wife affected him or if his orgasm was just because ofmywife’s divine pussy, but he screwed up his face and grunted, filling Lizzie up with cum.

Moments later, Jack pulled his dick out and a river of semen flowed from Lizzie’s pussy onto our new carpet. Then Billy pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth, wanked it hard, and blasted his load over her achingly pretty face.

Lizzie sat back on her heels and looked over at me as she wiped the cum from her face with her finger. Then as she sucked her finger clean, she winked at me again.

“Wow...” she said to the room at large. “That was...! Fuck it. Who’s next?”

Aside from Billy, Jack, and me, eight other guys were still at the party. Well, still ... Turns out someone had messaged three of the guys who’d left earlier with their girlfriends; they’d returned purely to get a piece of Lizzie.

So with ten guys actively taking part in the orgy while I watched in a daze, all three women had access to all the cock they could handle.

At first, Lizzie seemed on a mission to suck or fuck every cock in the room at least once.

Except mine.

I lost count of the number of loads she swallowed, took in her pussy, or that decorated her pretty face, big tits or taut, toned body.

Alyson returned to me at one point, and I fucked her from behind, keeping my eyes on Lizzie as she was spit-roasted yet again—Billy slamming into her pussy this time.

After I’d recovered from dumping my load in Alyson’s pussy, Jenny sought me out for another ride. She had me sit in the armchair, then straddled me, impaling herself on my cock. But even as she rode me with obvious enthusiasm, I looked over her shoulder, my gaze fixed on my wife in the other armchair, getting her brains fucked out once more.

Big Nev was having his turn.

Eventually, in the early hours, two guys fell asleep on opposite ends of the sofa, snoring loudly. Shortly after that, Alyson gave me a long, passionate kiss goodnight before Jack took her home. Jenny and Billy soon called it a night too. Three more guys left then—the ones who’d returned after leaving with their girlfriends.

That left three others awake, besides me, including Big Nev. He was the last to fuck Lizzie, while the other two wanked until they spurted over her tits. I was pretty sure that was Nev’s third time in her pussy, and I think she’d swallowed one of his loads too. Or maybe I’d just lost count, all that flying cum and thrusting cocks blurring into one.

Big Nev staggered to the free armchair after finishing with Lizzie and promptly started snoring. The other two crashed on the floor.

All still naked as the day they were born.

Lizzie rose and walked towards me slowly, fire in her eyes, a pronounced sway in her hips as she sensuously placed one foot directly before the other.

“You’re still hard,” she observed as she approached. “You must have liked what you saw.”

I thought for a second. “Yes. And no. It was difficult at first, watching you take some other guy’s dick inside you—”

“Yeah, well, payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “But I have to admit, it really, really turned me on watching you. The more you did it, the more it turned me on. You looked so fucking sexy.”

She smiled, then shook her head. “You should never have even thought about fucking Jenny, you know.”

I looked at the floor, ashamed. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“But I’m glad you did.”

“Glad?”

She nodded. “Jenny and Alyson told me a couple of weeks ago that they do this from time to time. Well, they do it quite a bit actually—but I didn’t believe them. I mean ... Come on! Seriously? They said I shouldn’t knock it before I’d tried it, but I couldn’t even ... I mean, I thought they were bullshitting!”

“Then I saw you fucking Jenny, and I wanted my revenge, you know? On you, on her. That’s all it was at first. Revenge. Piss you off, show her the guys would like me just as much, if not more. But then ... I got into it. And I loved it. I really loved it.”

“I could tell.”

“I guess it was the attention or something. Yeah, I came a few times, but ... I’ve never been that naughty in my life. Not even at university. You’ve heard some of the stories about what I did back then, but there was never anything this wild. I think I got off on the idea of what I was doing as much as the act itself.”

She paused, then added, “I kept count, you know. You’ll be my eleventh cock tonight. Eighteenth time I’ve been fucked. Swallowed six loads, had three on my face. One even went in my eye—that fucking stings, I can tell you. Didn’t count how many landed on my tits, though.” She chuckled. “So, yes, I’m glad you fucked Jenny. I’d never have had the guts otherwise.”

She held out her hand, pulling me from my seat when I took it. She led me upstairs to our bedroom, lay back on the bed, and spread her legs wide.

The invitation was clear, but she still purred, “Your turn.”

Her body was slick with cum, some dry, some fresh. The seed of ten other men coated her pubic hair, ran from her slit, down the crack of her arse. Her labia were dark red, glistening, gaping obscenely wide.

She’d never looked sexier.

And I’d never wanted her more.

I clambered onto the bed, crawling between those magnificent, long, toned legs. As I slipped my painfully hard cock into her soaking, red-hot pussy, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me tight. She was covered in cum, but I was too far gone to care.

We danced the ancient, ritualistic tango of lovers, moving in sync. Up. Down. In. Out. Perfect rhythm.

We’d done this hundreds of times, yet it felt like fucking someone new. After ten other cocks—some bigger than mine, one much bigger (they don’t call him Big Nev for nothing)—her cunt felt looser than usual. It didn’t matter. It still felt wonderful.

She moved with more vigour, more urgency, thrusting back harder, holding me tighter, moaning louder.

And when she came, she howled—a tortured wolf at the moon.

I’m surprised she didn’t wake the five fuckers asleep downstairs.

“Fuck me,” she panted coming down from her high.

“Fuck me.”

“Fuck me.”

So I fucked her. Harder than ever before.

I slammed into her with all the force I could find in my aching muscles and weary bones.

I needed to remind her.

I need her to know.

She was mine.

Who knew what would happen now? If these orgies would become regular? How many fuckers my wife would let fuck her?

But no matter how many cocks she sucked, no matter how many invaded her cunt...

She was mine.

All mine.

I kissed her well-used mouth, squeezed her well-felt tits, and fucked her until I finally exploded into her well-fucked cunt with the best orgasm of my life. As I flooded her depths, I realised I loved her more than ever.

I rolled off her, flopped onto my back and she cuddled beside me. I wrapped an arm around her, hugged her close, kissed the top of her head. She had dried cum in her hair.

“How are we ever going to face them again?” I whispered. “What happens at the next game? What do we say?”

“Next game?” The smirk was audible in her voice. “I’m wondering what the five still asleep downstairs will want for breakfast. Don’t you think last night’s leftovers might be on the menu?”

And she was right.

I was woken just after eight the next morning by the bed shaking rhythmically. As I came to my senses, I heard the unmistakable sound of a hard cock slurping in and out of a wet cunt, two bodies slapping together.

Big Nev was fucking my wife.

In my bed.

Not two feet away.

And judging by the noises she made, she was loving it.

Again.

“Fuck me, you big bastard! Fuck me with that big, fat dick! Come on, harder! Fuck me harder!”

Big Nev upped the pace, fucking her harder, just as she wanted. Lizzie’s head rolled to face me, her eyes unfocused. I only knew she’d registered my presence when she murmured, “Oh, look, Mark’s awake.”

Big Nev pushed himself up enough to look my way. He smiled, nodded, then lowered his forehead back to the pillow and continued furrowing his giant dong into my wife’s sweet pussy.

A few moments later, he grunted, his hips jerking repeatedly as he gave Lizzie her first load of the day.

Less than ten minutes later, I shot the second load into her.

The other four guys downstairs started waking up and, one by one, took turns with Lizzie while Big Nev and I prepared a proper breakfast for everyone.

Two guys left after breakfast, but that still left me, Big Nev, and two others. We spent the rest of the day fucking Lizzie every way we could.

I’d never have thought she could take so much, but she was insatiable.

I mean that literally—she simply couldn’t be sated. No matter how much we gave her, she still begged for more.

We rested for lunch, calling out for pizza. Lizzie answered the door naked, pulled the delivery guy inside, and gave him a blowjob in lieu of a tip. After the pizza, she went straight back at it. Good job there were four of us; we each got decent rest between servicing my wife.

In the early evening, Lizzie called Alyson, inviting her and Jack over. They eagerly agreed, turning up with Jenny, Billy, and a couple of other guys in tow, plus crates of beer. It turned into a repeat of the night before: three sexy young wives getting all the cock they desired.

We had two more two-day parties like that over the summer, where all three women hosted pretty much the whole team. We’ve had smaller get-togethers too—with Alyson and Jack, Jenny and Billy, or both. Or with one or two other guys, sometimes with their girlfriends, sometimes not.

I join in, in the spirit of ‘team bonding’, but Lizzie really loves it. I think she enjoys being the ‘team slut’—or one of them. We have many.

During the larger parties, I make sure I get my fair share from each woman there, but mostly I just watch. I watch my wife fucking and fucking and fucking. Her sexual energy exhausts me just watching. Even when I’ve run out of steam, she’s still going.

But she always saves the last dance for me.

That summer was the start of a whole new way of life for us. It’s been going on for a couple of years now and we’re both making the most of it while we can.

There was one time when Lizzie called me at the end of her workday to tell me she was going out—dinner, dancing, whatever—with three lawyers from Head Office who were in town for the night. She sent another secretary from the firm to keep me company and I spent hours that night fucking a hot, blonde nineteen-year-old. Lizzie came home the next morning covered in love bites and scratches, with cum running down her legs and dried cum in her hair.

She had just enough time to shower and change for work.

Another time, I was mowing the front lawn when Lizzie pulled into the driveway, a police car right behind her. Two uniformed officers got out and followed her inside. They didn’t reappear for over an hour. I considered going upstairs to see what they were up to and maybe even join in, but it was a hot day, so I sat out in the back garden with a book and listened to the sounds of passion coming from our bedroom window instead.

I could always take my turn later.

After the police left, Lizzie explained they’d pulled her over for using her mobile while driving, just as their shift ended. She’d opened a couple of blouse buttons and suggested an alternative to the usual fixed penalty and points on her licence.

Both cops have returned a couple of times since—once bringing two more friends. I just went down the pub and left them to it. Lizzie thanked me the best way she knew how when I got home.

When will this end? Who knows? Maybe Lizzie just needs to get this need for cock out of her system.

We’d like to start a family before we feel too old, so we can’t keep this up forever. Kids would definitely hamper hosting parties at our house, for example.

Maybe we’ll stop in our thirties. Or forties. Who knows?

It’s a fun lifestyle, and we both enjoy it.

Still, sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I’d never fucked Jenny.