GANGBANG | EROTIC | CUCKOLD | HOTWIFE | PART 2 of 2
My Wife Yearned for a Good Gangbang | Part 2
Angus sets up a gangbang party for his beautiful ginger wife but he is unsure how many will come. He expects up to seven bulls.
One, two… five, six! I knew that wanker Superspunk would chicken out. No one brags about cumming more than four times and actually delivers on it.
At least multi-Erectus came. So I got six out of seven. I’ll probably stay caged for a week. I let them in as Eva Marie approached.
“I thought you were going to stay in bed luv.”
“A good hostess welcomes her guests at the door honey, not in bed. Besides I’m eager to see Mike again. So? How many?” she asked.
“Six. Unless the seventh is late. Which I doubt.”
“I did not expect all seven to come. Six are nice, one more than the bare minimum. I’ll decide your punishment later.”
“My pun…?” I was interrupted by Mike.
“Hello Mike dear! How are you? Did you miss me?” she flashed a glowing smile to Mike the Horse.
“In more ways than one Eva Marie.” he grinned.
“I can see that. I missed you too you know.” she said with her eyes fixated on his bulge.
“Hello Sean, hi Connor! It’s been what, a couple of months?”
“Something like that Eva Marie. I see you’re as dazzling as ever.” Sean said.
“Oh… Thank you Sean hon! I might let you go first tonight!” she winked.
Mike and Sean introduced my wife to the three new guys. Two of them had experience. The last one is multi-Erectus. A noob in his early 20s.
“Superspunk chickened out ha?” I asked the noob.
“Who? Oh, you mean Dave? He had an emergency.”
“Yeah, of course he did.”
“Honey leave the boy alone and fix drinks for everyone please.”
“Right away luv.”
I love pleasing my wife. And I love seeing other men please her. It was not a fantasy of mine or anything. Her wish is my command, and this is solely her wish.
She is the dominant one of our relationship, that was settled early on. I’m a lowly sub who feels true pleasure only when she does. I’m her cuck and she’s my beloved hotwife.
I fixed drinks while Eva Marie started seducing the three new men. Slowly, but gradually more boldly. The three others we were acquainted with would have to wait their turn.
After a few sips of drinks my wife was kissing one of them, the second fondled her, and at the same time she was massaging the mind-boggling member of multi-Erectus.
Only Mike the Horse was — slightly — bigger than this lad. But, unlike Mike, his skin was barely darker than whipped cream. But would his Irish flag remain at full mast for long?
My wife was kissing that other guy but I knew via her gestures and gleeful glimpses she was eager to take that thick mast balls deep.
The stage was set. She nodded to sit on my chair, where I’d watch everything. Just watch.
She invited all men to our emperor size bed without letting go of Erectus for a second. She literally dragged him from it, as though if she let it go it would grow wings and fly away.
I wondered if she’d start with Mike or him. The other four guys would probably enjoy far less screen time.
She looked at Mike lustfully, whispered “Do your thing…” and leaned toward the noob’s stick. Right before she first sampled him the incandescent lust in her emerald eyes excited me enough to feel pain as I swelled against my chastity cage.
As my wife worked on the noob’s pole Mike the Horse “did his thing.” He did not get his “Horse” nickname for his “fifth limb” alone but also for his huge tongue.
Both wide and long. My wife was already dripping like the Niagara Falls, so Mike did not really need to prepare her orally for the main course. But she loved the skill and feel of his expert mouth.
And Mike loved her taste. For some, like me, this is the main course. Will she let me clean her up later? I hope so.
She was hungrier than ever tonight. She had never been treated by so many men at the same time, as I mentioned. She blew Erectus like a pro vacuum cleaner in double turbo mode. And right when she sensed he was about to erupt she stopped.
And called the other men with a gesture, who were starting to feel neglected. She tasted everyone, one of the new guys almost shot his load, and she also shot hers in Mike’s mouth.
She then said to Erectus:
“Let’s see how that pole feels. Lay down please, I want to ride you.” Cowgirl was her favorite position.
Despite being tiring for the rider she rarely got tired before the bull she rode. She’s always had impressive stamina.
She rode Erectus for a couple of minutes and then gestured to two other men to come by their side. She played with them, savored them and then changed with the others.
Erectus was still going strong and despite being young he could also hold his pearly load in place. That boy was full of surprises. My wife climaxed a few more times on him and eventually entered the quasi-orgasmic ecstasy I mentioned earlier.
She was now a force to be reckoned with. She barked to have all her orifices penetrated mercilessly, get spit-roasted, the whole nine yards. She even squirted on Mike’s mouth and eventually, after two hours, all men were exhausted except multi-Erectus.
And, of course, my wife. She wanted to keep going. Everyone had climaxed at least two times except the young man. He held his ground because my wife told him so.
She’d been edging him for two hours and, finally, she told him:
“Give me everything you got. Now.”
The little beast doused her with an almost squirt-scale volume of pearly ropes. He showered almost her entire body and she yelled in delight. I’ve never seen her so happy.
He was spraying her for almost a minute! It appears I was wrong. Superpunk is not the guy who went awol. This chap is both multi-Erectus and Superpunk!
His name is Liam by the way. Eva Marie liked him so much he kept me caged only three days. She let me clean her up too. Thoroughly.
I love my wife so much! She’s the most wonderful woman in the world!
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