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John smiled as he watched his wife bend over the pool table. He smiled not only because he knew his wife would probably miss the shot, but also because he had a great view of his wife's luscious buttocks as they peeked out from underneath her summer dress.
His beautiful wife of 5 years, 27 years old, delicate and pretty, was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning him on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to his, and he grinned. It occurred to him that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since he had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for his liking. An ultra-short mini skirt and a knotted-at-the-bellybutton shirt did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. John had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Jeanine was attracting a little too much attention that night, but he shrugged it off. After all, she wasn't for sale...
"I guess I'm no good at this silly game", she brooded. John smiled at her encouragingly. "It just takes some time, honey. Why don't I go get us some drinks?"
"Ok" she nodded. John walked to the other side of the pool hall and ordered two beers. As the barkeeper popped off the caps, he eyed John curiously. "That's a mighty pretty little lass you got there, buddy" he grunted. Once again John felt that uncomfortable twinge as he acknowledged another man's appreciation of his wife's beauty. "Glad you think so", he lied. The bartender handed John his drinks. "Do you mind me asking you a question?"
"I guess not" John replied. How could he mind if he didn't know what the question was? "Why did you bring such a pretty lady to a place like this?" John frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, in case you hadn't noticed, this place ain't exactly the opera house. You might want to be a bit more careful with your woman".
Careful? With his woman? John felt naive. "What are you trying to tell me, that somebody is going to attack her??" He handed over a tenner. The barkeep made change. He waved an expansive hand around the room. "Look at how many guys are here tonight. Must be over fifty or sixty, at least. They ain't exactly white collar, you know what I mean?" John had to agree. He had noticed as they walked in that the majority of the male patrons - heck, all the patrons were male - were either unshaven, unclean, unattractive or a combination of all three. He had also noticed the unpleasant smell of unwashed bodies from time to time, but he kept it to himself. Another person's hygiene - or lack thereof - was none of his business.
"Look, there goes one of them now". The bartender pointed over to where John's wife was standing and talking to a stranger. John hadn't noticed him approach his wife. He swiftly made his way back to her, cursing his stupidity. As he neared her the man turned and walked away. John handed her a lukewarm beer and searched her face for any signs of distress. "Who was that?" he asked nonchalantly.
"I don't know" she replied. John didn't like the tone in her voice. "What's the matter honey? Did he bother you?"
"No...not exactly". John was puzzled. She was blushing. "What did he say to you?" he demanded.
Jeanine paused uncomfortably. All at once she blurted: "He propositioned me". John flushed with anger. "What did he say?!" he asked again.
Jeanine was clearly troubled by talking about this. "He said he wanted to share me with his friends".
John put his arm around his wife. "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't have left you alone like that. Do you want to go home now?"
"No" she replied. John was mystified. "You're obviously bothered by what he said, honey. Why don't you want to go?"
She hesitated. "It wasn't the question that bothered me..." her voice trailed off. "Well, what did then?" Clearly something wasn't right here. She looked guiltily at him. "It was my reaction that bothered me."
John was still puzzled. "What was your reaction? You didn't tell him you'd DO it, did you?"
She shook her head. "No, of course not. But inside..." her voice trailed off again. "Inside what?" John demanded. "What were you thinking?"
She paused. "Inside... I think I wanted to."
John was so stunned he practically dropped his beer. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could respond, the man who propositioned Jeanine walked boldly back up to them. His face wore a sneer. "Well, honey, what do you say? Ready for some action?"
Jeanine said nothing. John just looked at the man uncomprehendingly. His beautiful, precious wife had actually admitted to him that she wanted to - had actually CONSIDERED - making love to another man. Not just to another man, but to other MEN! How could this have happened? Why would she want to look outside of their marriage for sex? John stared at his sullen wife and he knew things would never be the same.
The stranger turned to John. "Hey, buddy, would you mind sharing your wife with me and a few of my buddies? We promise we'll treat her real nice." John wanted to hit the man - he SHOULD have wanted to hit the man - but instead he just stared dumbly at him. Why was his wife saying nothing? He grabbed her arm. "Honey, you aren't seriously thinking of doing this, are you??"
She just looked at him and said nothing. Her face was flushed a crimson red, her breathing laboured. Why didn't she answer him? She couldn't really be thinking of going through with something like this! The strange man piped in again. "C'mon, buddy, just me and a few of my friends. We won't hurt her, I swear it! Here, I'll give you twenty bucks for her".
John's heart sank as Jeanine said nothing. He knew his wife was turned on, that she wanted to have sex with total strangers. Blind rage coursed through his veins as the reality of the situation hit home. He was consumed with fury. He couldn't think straight as raw anger flooded him. "Fuck it, take her!" he scowled.
The stranger smiled. He tossed the twenty at John, and grabbed Jeanine's arm. "Thanks, buddy! C'mon babe let's do it!" Three other men rushed up and grabbed Jeanine, picked her up, and carried her over to a filthy mattress that lay in an unused corner. In two seconds flat her shirt was ripped from her torso. The men shed their pants with alarming speed, and the closest one jumped onto the mattress by her head. He unceremoniously pushed his penis into her open mouth as his buddies held her arms down. The stranger pulled off her mini skirt and grinned down at her lily white panties. "Let's see what we got here boys!" he yelled with evil glee as he yanked her underwear from her soft body. He was greeted by a delicate smooth-shaven little vagina that twinkled light off its slickness. "Fuck, yeah!" he grunted. A second later his unshaven face was buried between her legs, his tongue frantically exploring Jeanine's sex.
John rushed over to where his prone wife was laying. He stared down at her wide-eyed face as her mouth was stuffed with hard cock. She looked as shocked and surprised as he did, but there was nothing she could do about it. He pleaded with the stranger. "Hey, man, forget it! Just let us get out of here". The stranger pulled himself from Jeanine's pussy and growled at John. "Fuck you, buddy, a deal's a deal!" His face disappeared once again between Jeanine's legs. John begged the man: "Look, I'll give you a hundred bucks right now if you just let us go!" Stranger said nothing. His tongue was too far up Jeanine's pussy to respond, and what's more he didn't care. He began to lick furiously at her asshole. John tried one last time to reason with him.
"At least take her to a hotel room! You can't just do it here!!" he cried. Stranger frowned up at him. "The deal was, twenty bucks for your wife. I didn't say nothin' about where we would fuck her". He smirked. "Or WHO would fuck her".
John was frantic, but he knew he could do nothing. Worse still, he saw that all the other patrons had noticed what was going on and they were approaching to watch the show. Some already had their cocks out and were jacking off as they watched John's small wife be ravaged.
"Hey", one of them called out, "can we have some of that, too?!" Again Stranger paused. "Sure guys, fuck her any way you want! Her husband here sold her to me for twenty bucks!" John flushed with shame as the burly men laughed at him. How could he have done such a thing! It was unforgivable. John looked on helplessly as more and more men approached his helpless wife to touch her, to grab her, to pinch her, to obscenely fondle her breasts...or any other part of her body. He cursed himself. She hadn't even agreed to this! For all he knew, she had wanted to go home but was too embarrassed to say anything. How could he have allowed - even AGREED - to let this happen?
By now Jeanine was surrounded by over a dozen men as they held her down and groped lewdly at her petite little body. Two men on either side of her had pulled her legs practically up to her ears, allowing the stranger total access to her nether regions. He pulled away, revealing a slippery wet vagina and a puckered wet little asshole, poking out for all to see. Stranger turned to John. "Now I'm going to fuck your wife's pussy. What do you think about that, asshole?"
John turned his head away. He couldn't look. Stranger would have none of that. "Grab that fucker, boys, and drag him over here so he can have the best seat in the house!" Two burly men grabbed John's arms and pushed him onto his knees. They grabbed his neck and pushed it to within inches of Stranger's cock, which was dangling precariously closely to Jeanine's open vagina. John knew it was useless to resist. Stranger turned around and laughed down at John. "Stupid asshole. I would never have sold my wife for twenty bucks. Not for anything!" He turned back. "Watch as I fuck your precious little wife's pussy!"
John would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment, but he was as helpless as Jeanine. He realized that it was Stranger's intention not only to fuck his wife, but to humiliate the both of them. Try as he could, John could not pry his eyes away from Stranger's swollen penis as its head made contact with Jeanine's open pussy. Made contact with his wife's vagina. And then it slid inside.
That was it. John was watching another man fuck his wife. His wife, the woman he had pledged his life to, was being entered by another man's penis within inches of his face and it was all John's fault. Within two strokes Stranger was all the way in, his penis glistening with Jeanine's slippery juices. He began to stroke deeply, pulling out until his bulbous purple cockhead almost fell right out, then slamming it home with unbridled fury. His balls slapped loudly at Jeanine's distended asshole. Her vaginal lips clung sexily to Stranger's penis on the upstroke, then disappeared back inside as he rammed it unceremoniously home. Slurping noises could be plainly heard as Stranger rammed into Jeanine's squelching pussy. And John had an unprecedented view of the whole spectacle.
Within 5 minutes Stranger's balls began to contract as he neared orgasm. This was the moment John truly feared, the moment that was supposed to have been reserved only for him for the rest of his life. Stranger panted uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come up your wife's pussy! Arrrrgh!" His penis plunged deep. His hip bone smacked against Jeanine's, then stopped. John watched as the base of Stranger's rigid penis contracted continuously, and he knew Stranger was coming inside his wife. Pump after pump of his hot sperm shot into Jeanine's womb, filling her to the brink of overflow, filling up her vagina with hot sticky cum. Finally, it was over. Stranger pulled his slimy prick from Jeanine's pussy and a stream of sperm rushed out of her hole, coating her asshole with white goo. He turned to John. "Thanks, you stupid fuck. Thanks for letting me fuck your wife". He turned to the others. "Fuck her, guys!"
The men let go of John as they queued up to get a crack at his wife. Their goal had been fulfilled, anyhow: they had forced John to watch his wife get fucked by another man. John stood up and walked over to his wife's head. Three men were working on this part of her body, taking turns jamming their rigid penises into her mouth. Again he knelt down, his face barely a few inches from hers. "Are you okay, honey?" he asked.
Jeanine could not respond. Her mouth was so full of hard cock that she could not make a sound. Her eyes wore the same surprised look as before as she sucked some unknown man's penis. The other two were holding her head steady as number three pumped his cock ruthlessly into her stretched mouth. They didn't want to have sex, they just wanted a hole in which to stuff their cocks and unload.
John looked around him and was very concerned for Jeanine's safety, even survival. Men surrounded every part of her exposed little body, grabbing roughly at her breasts, tweaking her nipples raw, rubbing their penises against her skin, trying to stuff their fingers into any hole they could find, mauling any and all parts of her they could reach, yelling filthy names at her as they jacked themselves off in sadistic pleasure... Again he turned to her stuffed face. He gulped. "Are you okay, hon?" he pleaded. Her wide eyes looked helplessly up at him as her mouth was used shamelessly for another man's selfish pleasure.
Suddenly the penis in her mouth pulled out as it neared orgasm. Its owner barked down at her "Open your mouth Bitch!" He pulled her jaw open with his free hand and pumped thick white streamers of cum all over her face, nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. This caused the man on the other side of her face to orgasm too, his sperm mixing thickly with the first man's. Jeanine said nothing as she let them cum all over her face. Her eyes remained fixed on John's as stream after stream after stream of syrupy white sperm splattered over and over onto her, coating her delicate features thickly with their white frosting. John had witnessed his wife's cumbath.
Two more greedy penises replaced the others as the men continued to use Jeanine's mouth hole for their pleasure. John stood up and walked around the group of men to her torso. No point in trying to talk to her, her mouth was obviously occupied. Her pussy was being fucked by the third or fourth man since Stranger, and it was a dripping mess. Several other men who couldn't wait had blown their loads all over her body including her belly, breasts and legs. The man in her pussy grunted and pulled out. This one was different from the rest. He didn't just want to cum inside her pussy, he had other plans. His right hand whipped over his rigid penis as his left hand reached over and parted the delicate lips of Jeanine's pussy, holding them wide open. Men on either side of her prone body aided him, their groping hands pulling and stretching her little pussy until it looked like a gaping cavern. His face was a picture of intense concentration as he stared into the depths of Jeanine's spread hole. He took very careful aim as his orgasm approached, pointing his cock dead center. He kept this up for a full minute until he could hold back no more, and thick creamy jets of mucus blasted from his penis onto (and into) Jeanine's gaping pussy. His orgasm was intense, lasting 20 or 30 seconds as he coated John's wife's porcelain pussy and asshole with heavy doses of white frosting until it was a blobby, creamy mass. John froze as he noticed something inexplicable: he watched as Jeanine's chest and belly began to quiver, then shake as she arched her back, pushing her pussy up to the man. So that was it. Undeniable proof. She had had an orgasm. John had witnessed his wife's carnal enjoyment at being used and abused by total strangers.
John began to wonder how long Jeanine had craved something like this, had fantasized and wished for a group of men to deeply fuck and humiliate her. How many times had John been making love to his beloved wife, thinking he was pleasing her, when in fact he had nothing to do with it? When it was the thought of her being the center of attention of a massive and unruly Gangbang that was really making her pant and squeal with delight as she came? As these unpleasant thoughts were filtering through John's brain, the group decided they wanted to take Jeanine a different way. They lifted her up and flipped her over as someone ducked underneath her and lay down on the mattress. Then they lowered her swollen pussy onto his rigid cock. Three more hefty members were immediately presented to her face for her mouth to work on. It was then that John saw Stranger approach his wife. He had an erection again, his penis still dripping from the juices of his previous orgasm. Stranger leered happily down at the spectacle. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight of John's wife being so thoroughly fucked. A demented expression crossed his face as he reached out and slapped Jeanine's asscheek.
A loud *crack* resounded throughout the room, and Jeanine froze, cock in mouth, as if stung by an electric shock. *Crack* The sound filled the room again as Stranger spanked Jeanine's ass. He began to work up a rhythm, first slow, then faster and faster. His slaps approached 2 per second as he took sinister pleasure in humiliating John's wife in front of everybody. Red welts of Stranger's open palm began to appear on Jeanine's asscheeks as he spanked her hard. Jeanine resume sucking cock as if nothing was happening to her bottom. John had to wonder if she hadn't secretly fantasized about this sort of thing, too. Another man, obviously inspired by the scene, reached over and stuck one, then two, then three fingers in Jeanine's poor little asshole. He jammed them in and out as fast as he could. Soon another man approached her, and they were taking turns wedging their fingers into her stretched anus. Stranger smiled at his work.
"Time to put some cock up there, boys!" he cried. He positioned himself behind her and, in one swift stroke, buried his penis inside Jeanine's red anus. She didn't even flinch as he entered. Stranger set up a vicious rhythm as he pounded her asshole mercilessly, each stroke banging her so hard that her whole body was bucked forward. She was clearly having difficulty sucking cock now, as Stranger's thrusts would occasionally cause them to pop out of her mouth. When this happened, their angry owner would grab the back of her head with one hand, their penis with the other, and jam it back into her gasping mouth yelling "suck me, you fucking bitch!". Stranger reached forward and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her. From out of nowhere he produced a set of handcuffs, and cuffed her arms behind her back. She was now truly helpless as the men bucked into her holes, using her for their maximum selfish pleasure. Her mouth was getting the most use, as countless men forced her to suck them to orgasm. Some would blow their loads down her throat, but most preferred to pull out at the last second and blast their sperm all over her white delicate features. Some wouldn't even last long enough to have her suck them, and they would simply rush up, stroke their cocks and cum on her. Her face was an unrecognizable mask of white cum. Thick gooey blobs coated on her cheeks half an inch thick. White streamers shot into her hair, some hanging down at eye level and bobbing back and forth as she was fucked. Creamy mucus covered her eyes, practically gluing them shut. Ivory jelly coated her nose, lips and chin, dripping down her neck and breasts. Some even lay on her ears and shoulders, as those who couldn't wait and couldn't get close enough to her face chose a different target to blast their cum. She was wearing a thick mask of sperm. Had John unknowingly walked into the pool hall at that moment, he wouldn't have known it was his wife sitting there, taking all those men...
Stranger could hold back no more. With a shriek of pleasure he emptied his balls deep into John's wife's ass. John unwillingly imagined Stranger's cock, wedged tightly inside Jeanine's bowels, shooting filthy cum into a place that John himself had never been. He cringed.
Stranger was well pleased with himself. He pulled his soiled penis from Jeanine's red frothy asshole, and cum immediately started to pour out. The man inside Jeanine's vagina stiffened, contracted, and came. As soon as he was done, he was replaced by another. Jeanine's pussy was filled with cock once again. Another man approached her ass, and John froze in shock as he recognized it to be the bartender. He looked at John, mouth smiling, hard cock pointed mere inches from Jeanine's puckered anus. "I told you! This kind of thing happens all the time. You should never have brought your wife in here!" And with that, he began forcing his thick penis into Jeanine's anus. In no time flat he was banging her hard. John said nothing. He knew the bartender was right.
The scene before John's eyes was almost more than he could bear. There was his beautiful wife, on all fours, being shamelessly used and abused... The man underneath her, his cock up her pussy, his arms covered with tatoos, his hands grabbing Jeanine's asscheeks, pulling them so wide apart that John feared he would split her asshole, his mouth sucking and biting on Jeanine's breasts... Bartender, fat and pasty-white, his 250+ pound frame bucking viciously into Jeanine's asshole, causing her whole body to quiver helplessly with his every thrust, his hands reaching around and grabbing her breasts, holding them forward for the guy under her to suck... The guy in front of her, his unwashed cock in her mouth, his enormous hairy beer belly hanging in front of her head, his leering unshaven face screaming obscenities down at her as she sucked him, his large dirty hands grabbing her head and controlling the force of his thrusts, occasionally jerking his cock while she sucked him... The huge crowd of men surrounding her body, all of them filthy, ugly, and disgustingly obsessed with the lewd spectacle before them, jerking themselves off, egging the others on, trying to get a crack at Jeanine's petite little body...
Soon, bartender's sperm was added to Stranger's as he came inside Jeanine's asshole. As he pulled out, the group picked her up and turned her over again. They lowered her distended anus onto the slippery cock underneath that awaited her. She watched as her own body weight helped ease it deep inside her bowels. As soon as she reached rock bottom, another man rushed up and filled her pussy with his cock. Her face was immediately surrounded by more cocks than she could count. Her body bucked and shook as they pounded relentlessly into her. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, so she could do nothing but let the men use her as they wanted.
Stranger walked over to Jeanine's sucking face. Clearly he was not done with her yet. Jeanine froze as she caught sight of his soiled penis as it dangled dangerously closely to her face. Stranger grabbed her head. "Ok, bitch, I want you to get me hard again. You can start by cleaning up my cock!" He pushed his softening penis into her mouth. She accepted it without hesitation. Considering she had never done anything like this before, John was astounded at the ease with which she was handling the situation. Could she have experienced it all before? He didn't believe it. Stranger smiled as he watched his cock, now clean of all residue, slip in and out of Jeanine's mouth. It was slick and shiny. But he wanted more. "Ok, bitch, now suck on my balls!" She immediately took his testicles into her mouth and gently sucked them, bathing them in slippery saliva. Stranger's cock remained at half mast. He was starting to recover. He watched as Jeanine's skilful tongue slid over his smooth balls and he grabbed his prick. He began to masturbate. She took his entire scrotum into her mouth and sucked them as if she was willing Stranger to get hard again.
It was at this moment that John made a startling discovery: his own penis was rock hard. Harder than he could ever remember it being. And he realized that he was thoroughly enjoying what he was seeing. He did not believe it was possible, but it was undeniably true. He had never, ever wanted to witness his wife's infidelity but now that it was happening, he was in a state of supreme excitement. Something about the sheer debauchery of the situation, the animalistic fucking of his wife that was taking place before his very eyes, appealed to a deep dark level of sexuality buried within his genetic makeup. And suddenly he wanted nothing more than to see his wife fucked harder than ever.
John was profoundly ashamed by his discovery, but he could do nothing about it. He was not in control of himself anymore. Silently he removed his pants and underwear. Quietly he stroked his rigid cock as he watched his wife have all her holes savagely filled. He watched her suck on another man's balls while he pleased himself. Stranger was almost ready, but he still needed something more to turn him on. Something even raunchier to push him over the edge. He stood, then bent as he straddled Jeanine's face. He was in the classic baseball catcher's position as he commanded Jeanine to "suck on my asshole, bitch!" Once again, Jeanine did not hesitate. Her tongue met his musky anus as she softly lapped at his dirty hole. She bathed it in saliva, then wrapped her lips around it and started to tongue-fuck it. John walked around to her head and crouched so he could get a good look. He didn't want to miss this.
If Stranger was turned on before, he was positively over the moon by now. Having a willing wench suck on his asshole was too much for any man to bear. He grunted and scowled as his nasty orgasm came upon him. He leaned back and unloaded his sperm onto Jeanine's face. She took it like she took all the others: mouth open, tongue outstretched. Fresh sperm mixed with that already on her face as Stranger painted her delicate features with his sperm. After he finished, he stood up and walked away. Clearly he was done for the night.
But John wasn't. Jeanine looked up through her mask of cum to see her husband crouching above her head, cock in hand. His face wore a deranged look she had never seen before as he masturbated himself. Neither of them said a word to each other as his orgasm ripped through his body and he shot his own load of cum onto his wife's sticky wet face. Neither of them had to. Both knew the gangbang was far from over. Both knew they were thoroughly enjoying it. Both knew they would have to do it again.