GANGBANG | EROTIC | HOTWIFE | CUCKOLD | PART 1 of 2
My Wife Yearned for a Good Gangbang | Part 1
And I was the one who had to deliver it
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“I am sick of vanilla, roasting and spit roasting Angus. You and the bulls you bring are no longer enough for me. I want something more.” Eva Marie pouted.
“Like what luv?” I asked her.
“You fulfilled my fantasy and spit roasted me with Mike the Horse, the most sought after bull of Belfast. I was impressed by the way.
You then brought Sean and watched me take it like a Queen in heat, with your pathetic pecker locked in the chastity cage I bought you for our anniversary.”
“Thank you luv, my pecker is indeed pathetic.”
“Well, as you know, I’m easily bored. I tried with two men, now I need more men.” she said grumpily.
“Sure luv. How many do you have in mind?”
“At least five, though if you find eight I’ll take them all.”
“E… eight?” I gasped.
“Is there a problem?” she glared at me and I felt as if my heart was pierced by two darts.
“No problem luv, not at all. I can find eight bulls for you, though they won’t all be of Mike’s caliber. Mike is… unique.”
“That’s fine Angus, I just want to be adored, lusted and spunked by as many men as possible. How soon can you set this up?” she asked.
“Five days. One week tops.”
“You have four days. I’m hornier than a spinster rabbit in heat. Oh, and don’t get any ideas; you will only watch. Caged. I might let you clean me afterwards.”
“As you wish my luv. I would be honored to clean you up.”
My wife of five years will be the death of me. I love her more than life itself but she is a bit too greedy. Carnally greedy.
She can lose herself entirely during sex, entering a trance-like state of constant ‘quasi-orgasm.’ She has a multitude of mini orgasms, with short breaks between them. Five, ten, twenty, sometimes up to a hundred.
She has been addicted to that state and craves to feel it for longer each time she has sex. I alone am not able to deliver that, so since I always put her first I was eager to help her.
I contacted the three bulls I knew -Mike the Horse, Sean and Connor- and asked them to bring some friends they trusted for this, preferably with some experience.
I gave them permission to show, but not send, the photo of my wife. She’s a steamy hot ginger fox with plump natural boobs, slim waist and great ass that I do not deserve, and I frankly have no idea why she married me.
Since I was on a tight deadline that way was quicker than looking for random men online. As always I would need to vet everyone in person before letting them touch my wife.
Three nights later I met the three guys I knew and four others at the Thirsty Goat, at the Cathedral Quarter. Two of the new guys were experienced but the other two were amateurs, I was told.
That’s fine, as long as they did not chicken out at the last minute. Then I’d probably be caged for a whole month… It was clear the two new bulls were legit, so I secured the minimum of five men.
But my wife would be disappointed if I brought only five. As usual for amateurs the other two were full of bluster.
“I’ve never done this before but I can maintain an erection for many hours!” one of them said, though he was visibly nervous.
“And I can cum more than four times!” the other boasted.
“You do not need to be the Superspunk to join guys. I just want to know you’re serious and you will not chicken out. Plenty I’ve known boasted like that and at the last minute, second even, they bolted faster than… Bolt himself.” I said to them.
“I am serious!”
“Me too! You can trust us!”
I looked them in the eyes, I sighed, and gave them the green light.
“Fine. But if you chicken out whenever I set this up again you’re out. If I tell my wife seven men are coming and only five do she will skin me alive with a potato peeler. Slowly.”
Two hours before the men arrived my love of my life Eva Marie was nervous. She was always nervous — and excited — before meeting men she did not know.
“Seven you said? How did you close seven men so quickly?” she asked.
“Five of them have experience. The other two are first timers. I hope they both come.”
“For your sake I hope so too! I can’t wait to meet Mike again and his monstrous… fifth limb!”
“Mike has sure earned that nickname hasn’t he?” I remarked.
“You bet he has! It’s like fine dark chocolate coated over the longest sausage I’ve ever seen…” she closed her eyes while gliding her tongue over her succulent lips.
I prepared her favorite cocktail to relax and I had some Caol Ila myself; I was nervous as well. Would those two fuckers come or not?
My wife then had a shower, I scrubbed her back exactly how she wanted, and half an hour before our gangbang date everything was set up.
She wore the sexiest Agent Provocateur lingerie and my pathetic ‘manhood’ was caged, with my wife wearing the key as a necklace. I was ready to sit on a chair at a distance from the bed and watch. Just watch.
Then the bell rang and my heart skipped a beat. I dreaded the many days I would have to remain like that if both noobs chickened out.
With my heart beating like a hummingbird I took a look at the intercom and started counting heads…
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