Masterfulhusband
patreon
Work Party Gone Wild
🕑 Added 2020-04-15 21:10:39 +0000 UTCA sequel of sorts to "Bachelor Party Gone Wild". Hope you guys enjoy and aren't going too stir crazy from the quarantine. Thanks for the patience and continued support.
Work Party Gone Wild
My wife Hailey and I relived our bachelor party fun many times after that fateful night. No actual re-enactment though. Just bedroom dirty talk and “remember how we” whisperings that never failed to get both of us pretty hot and bothered. My wife loved whispering in my ear things like, “Your slut of a wife needs a good fucking,” or, “My cunt is soooo empty… I hope there’s someone who can help me with that.”
It always resulted in a very thorough, very satisfying session that would leave us both sweating, panting and laughing as we lay in bed afterwards. We mutually agreed that it was very likely to be a one time thing and that neither of us had any compelling interest in doing it again or making it a recurring event.
And so our life continued for several months. My sister and her new husband moved away from LA and seemed very happy. She thanked me multiple times for keeping her husband out of trouble at the bachelor party. Based on conversations that Hailey and my sister had, she also thanked her husband in a lot of ways as well. About eight months after the wedding, my sister called and, during the conversation, mentioned that Zoe and Danny had gotten divorced.
“I’m not surprised,” I told her.
“Yeah… Aidan loves Danny but he’s a dick.”
“They seemed like a pretty mismatched couple. Zoe was really terrific and he was kind of an ass to her.”
“Kind of? He cheated on her constantly and treated her like an idiot just because he’s older. He’s an ass.”
“Not gonna argue. She definitely could do better.”
“So you liked her?” my sister asked. She didn’t know the details of that night as far as I was aware so the question made me a little defensive.
“She was nice enough. I didn’t get to talk to her much.”
“She’s smarter than she looks. I thought she was just some bimbo, airhead Danny hooked up with but much smarter. You should hang out with her.”
“We’ll probably never see her again,” I said, shrugging my shoulders reflexively despite my sister being unable to see.
“She’s moving there. I gave her your number.”
“What? Really?” I asked, confused.
“Yup… she and Hailey really hit it off at my Bachelorette party and I knew you guys would be able to help her out.”
“Uhmm…” I said, glancing over at my wife who sat oblivious on the couch.
“Don’t worry big bro. Hailey’s not the jealous type as long as you look but don’t touch.”
We finished our conversation though my mind was a bit of a whirl. How was Hailey going to take the news. Darla was right, she wasn’t the jealous type. But you didn’t have to be jealous in general to be apprehensive about the hot girl that your husband fucked a few months ago moving to town and hanging out.
I hung up the phone and my expression must have given things away to Hailey. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Uhmm… Remember Zoey?”
My wife looked at me and a crooked smile came over her mouth, “Uh-huh,” she said slowly.
“Uhmm… she’s moving to town…”
“Ughh…,” she bemoaned, “We are NOT going to start hanging out with them. She’s cool enough and I know you think she’s hot but Danny’s a prick. I couldn’t take him on a regular basis.”
“Well… uh… that’s good because she divorced him.”
“What? Really?! Awesome!” she said and jumped up excitedly. “Is she here already? Should we invite her over?”
Of all the responses I expected, that wasn’t on the list. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a breath, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean…”
Hailey looked at me and her smirk returned, “What? Because you fucked her?”
“UHmm… well… I mean… yeah. Won’t that be weird for you?”
Hailey walked up to me, “Why? Should it be? Do you want to fuck her again, Sam?”
“No,” I said quickly as Hailey pressed herself up against me. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt and a pair of plain panties. She looked really cute without any makeup and her hair still messed up from sleeping. Despite the appearance that she’d just rolled out of bed the twinkle in her eyes showed exactly how alert she was.
“Seriously? Maybe you don’t remember her well. Remember those nice big tits she had when you were sinking your fingers into them?” she asked huskily as she grabbed my hand. She slid my right hand up her shirt and placed it on her tit where I could feel the hard nipple poking into my palm. “Remember how absurdly tiny her waist was? Didn’t it feel good to grab her waist,” she said as she pulled my other hand above her hip and sighed as I kneaded her breast. “...to grab her waist and ram into her. Was she tight, baby?”
I swallowed and nodded, unwilling to risk a sound that might break whatever spell my wife was weaving.
“Didn’t she fuck you good?”
Another nod.
“So you really don’t want to fuck her again? Really?”
“Uhmm… I don’t know,” I said.
Hailey raised herself onto her toes and kissed me, our tongues snaking together needfully. When she broke the kiss she pulled away and said, “Take me to the bedroom and fuck me like you want to fuck her. Show me how much you ‘don’t want’ to fuck her, stud.”
She practically drug me to the bedroom and I had her bent over and was buried inside of her only moments later. She urged me to call her ‘Zoey’ as I pummeled her and she kept telling me how much better and bigger I was than Danny. “I’ve missed this cock Sam. I’ve been getting fucked by that pencil dick loser and now my slutty little fuck hole is ready to get a real man’s cock again. I need to get fucked by real cock. He won’t pass me around anymore because he’s so jealous of how well you fucked my cunt. Fuck that’s good… fuck me… fuck me… I’m so glad Hailey is okay with sharing you. Fuckfuckfuck,” she screamed as I emptied inside of her.
Hailey rolled over and I collapsed in the bed next to her as our juices oozed out of her making a mess. “Fuck that was good. I’m glad you showed me that you don’t want to fuck her,” she laughed.
“Shut up,” I said, playfully slapping her thigh. “I didn’t exactly have a defense there. You weren’t fighting fairly.”
“So if that hot little red head came on to you just like that you wouldn’t be able to resist either?”
“She wouldn’t do that,” I said.
“Way to dodge the question, lover,” Hailey said with a smirk.
I rolled over and hugged her, giving her a quick peck on the lips, “You are all the woman I ever need. We had a fun night and got to sew our wild oats but I don’t need that again.”
“Need and want aren’t the same thing.”
I looked at her eyes, unsure what to say. She smiled up at me, “It’s okay to want things, Sam.”
“I know… but I can separate the two.”
Hailey kissed me softly and sweetly and we let the subject come to a close. We started getting dressed and Hailey looked over at me before saying, “It’s okay to get the things you want sometimes.”
I really wasn’t sure what to say to that so I just kept me mouth shut. My wife clearly had thoughts that she wanted to keep to herself and that was fine with me. I knew not to press too hard.
About a week later, Zoey called and talked to Hailey.
“Yeah… yeah… no that’s fine. No! You should stay here while you’re looking. We have plenty of room… no… yes… well sure… Totally. It’s fine. We insist. We’re just glad you finally dumped that loser, Z. Okay… Okay… YES! We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You invited her to stay here?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not for me it’s not,” I said trying to sound lecherous and creepy.
Hailey laughed and threw a sock at me, “You’re just hoping to see her walk around the house in her underwear.”
“Why should she be wearing underwear?” I asked which earned another flung piece of clothing, this time a pair of jeans.
“Don’t get your hopes up. She just got a divorce and she’s probably not going to be interested.”
I tossed the jeans back to Hailey who snatched them deftly out of the air and folded them quickly, tossing them into the pile of clothes on the bed. “Yeah… cause SHE’s the reason why nothing will happen.”
“She should be… only reason I could think of,” Hailey said with a smirk, tossing two bundled socks back to me across the room where I tossed them in a drawer.
“Of course there’s other reasons. What’s gotten into you Hailey? I thought we decided we’d left that behind?”
“We had… I’m kind of just messing with you.”
“But you’re kind of not?” I asked, reading between the lines.
Hailey looked up at me with her head still turned partly away. She looked really sexy and sneaky. A dangerous combination. “You fucked her once and didn’t leave me. I got to fuck a bunch of guys that night. I figure another tumble with her would still leave me in debt.”
I grabbed Hailey and kissed her, “Don’t think about being in debt. It was hot for me that night. I loved it. But I don’t want you to fuck anymore guys and I don’t need to fuck anymore girls.”
“But you want to?” she asked.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said.
“I did. And I don’t think of it as being in debt. I just… well… I didn’t get to see much that night. I was a little distracted. And… uhmm… I wouldn’t mind having my own little private replay is all.”
“Wait… you’re being serious?”
“Yeah… absolutely. I trust you and I’d love to watch you fuck a slutty little hottie like her.”
“Interesting,” I said as I stroked my chin, doing my best evil genius impersonation. A t-shirt quickly smacked me in the face.
“Stop mocking me, jerk,” Hailey said playfully. We kept folding the laundry, getting the house tidied up for our new guest. Zoey showed up about an hour later and Hailey practically sprinted to the door. She did a little happy hop as she opened the door and the two girls squealed and hugged each other excitedly. When they stepped back, I got my first good look at Zoey.
She was even hotter than I remembered. She was wearing a short pair of low-rise jean shorts and a loose crop top. Her tits were stretching the green fabric of her shirt and her the shorts looked like they were painted onto her hips. Her curves were on complete display all the way from round hips through a tiny little waist and up to her bountiful breasts. Her red hair was twirled together and hung over her left shoulder leaving the dragon tattoo on her right shoulder clearly visible. She had bright red lipstick on and I saw her lips curl into a smile when she caught me staring. And I was definitely staring. I was probably a little slack jawed too.
“Her eyes are up there,” Hailey said and the two girls giggled. Hailey grabbed Zoey and showed her to the small guest “bedroom” we’d rigged up. Our 1 bedroom apartment wasn’t particularly big but there was a little alcove in the living room that we’d moved a book shelf next to it to make it a little larger than hung a line and a cloth to give her a little privacy. It wasn’t ideal but she seemed very happy with it. I grabbed her other bag, a small duffel that she’d dropped on the floor when Hailey hugged her and brought it over.
“Not much stuff,” I said. “Do we need to take you shopping or anything?”
“Oh… I’ve got tons of outfits, they’re all just skimpier than this. I wanted to be a little modest when I showed up.”
My eyes bugged out. She had to be joking. Right?
“Is he alright?” Zoey asked Hailey as they stared at my stunned face.
“Yeah… he grew up in a pretty conservative household so hearing you call this outfit modest has short circuited his little mind. Don’t worry. He’s fine.”
“I mean… I could wear a bhurka if he prefers,” Zoey said, teasing me a little as she jutted her hip out and placed her hand on it sexily. The move accentuated her already curvy figure and I involuntarily traced her entire outline up and down.
“Girl… you’d still make a potato sack sexy,” Hailey said and yanked the bag away from me and tossed it on the bed. “Don’t worry, Sam can have some pleasant eye candy for a few weeks. It won’t do him any harm.”
And with that, we started off on this great new chapter of our lives. Things went by great for the first few days. I was in a perpetual state of arousal because, it turns out, Zoey was definitely NOT joking. Her entire wardrobe was skimpy and sexy. Tight little skirts, low cut shirts, t-shirts that were two sizes too small. I’m pretty sure she didn’t own bras or panties and she only slept in a t-shirt so anytime I got up in the night, I got an eyeful because she never seemed to sleep when we did. Frequently she’d be in the kitchen cooking at 3am and I got to see her perfect little bubble butt in all its glory multiple times.
At the end of the week, I was nearly bursting. Hailey had been the biggest beneficiary, fucking me every night and most mornings. We had more sex in that week than we had since our honeymoon. At first we were a little self-conscious and tried not to make too much noise but Zoey mentioned that she kind of liked hearing us and rather than make us quieter, that got Hailey really going. From that point on, it seemed like Hailey wanted to do everything she could to show off how well I fucked. She even started pretending to be Zoey again. Knowingly and intentionally shouting so that our new housemate could hear. I tried to shush her but that didn’t work so all I could do was try to fuck her hard enough that she wouldn’t be able to talk. If you haven’t tried that, you definitely should. It was pretty fun to listen to her words descend into mindless screaming.
The next morning, Zoey was sitting in the kitchen (did she EVER sleep?) without any clothes on at all. “Zoey!” I said. Hailey padded out behind me and laughed.
“I’ve been giving you peeks all week and now you guys are roleplaying fucking me… I figured you should be able to have a good mental image when you’re doing it.”
Hailey walked up to Zoey and looked at her. The redhead looked up at my beautiful, blonde wife and looked a little concerned for the first time. Like maybe she’d gone too far. My wife simply reached out and traced a finger up Zoey’s side and scraped it across her pink areola, teasing the nipple with the barest of grazes. Zoey took in a sharp breath and straightened her back, sticking her tits out more and shuddering. “She is hot, babe. Enjoy the view,” she said with a wicked smile.
These girls were killing me and I was actually happy to get out of the house and get to work. I’d recently started a new job at a logistics company. I’d only been there a couple months but already really enjoyed it. It was a new world to me, much more blue collar than my last job. I was running the back office staff in charge of planning and acquisitions. The job was really challenging and, thankfully now that Zoey had moved in, insanely busy. I couldn’t have thought of the hot, naked redhead at the house even if I wanted to… and boy did I want to. Most of the days were long but I enjoyed the challenge. Around 7pm that night, my boss walked into the office and closed the door behind him.
“Hey… Sam. How’s work been?”
“Fine,” I said slightly nervously. It’s always a little bit worrying when your boss closes your door.
“Look, this is a little awkward but I’ve got something to ask.”
“Uhmm… sure?”
“My son works down on the docks,” he said. That was news to me. The company did almost $90 million in annual revenue. I wouldn’t think that the son would be the working-the-docks type. “Not many people know,” he said, recognizing my surprise, “He wanted to learn about the company in all the facets which I respect.”
“You want him to come work in my department?”
“Oh no… he had your job before we hired you,” he said with a laugh. That really took me aback.
“You moved him from my job to working at the docks?” I asked in shock. I hoped that wasn’t the career trajectory he saw for me.
“No, no my boy. Not for that reason. Goodness no. He just hadn’t done dock work yet and wanted to keep seeing how everything worked. It’s been really good for the company. That change we made to the manifest system last week was based on his suggestion.”
I nodded. It had been a good change and one that hadn’t occurred to any previous logistics or loading manager.
He continued, “He’s been down there for a couple months and he likes to throw a little party when he moves on to another section of the company. I normally throw a little bash for him but he said, given who he’s working with, he thought something a little… uhmm.. Rowdier might be in order.”
“Uhh… okay… why me?” I asked, still confused.
“Well, I heard you mention to Darryl the other day about that bachelor party you and your wife attended…”
I face palmed. I literally face palmed. The company had celebrated a MASSIVE new contract and our boss had bought us champaigne. We’d all gotten a little tipsy and I’d gotten a little bit too full of bravado about the bachelor party. Darryl, my friend who I’d worked with at my last job and had gotten me hired, had been bragging about how hot his wife was and how she fucked like a pornstar. And… well… I’d decided to top that. Apparently the old man had overheard. Damnit.
“I’m not saying it needs to be her but… well… my son thought it would be a big hit,” he said.
“You told your son?” I asked incredulously.
Now it was my boss’s turn to look embarrassed, “Look… I just know you know what a crazy party looks like and thought you’d be able to help. If you can’t, I’ll find someone else who can.” He didn’t say it like a threat, Mr. Sumner wasn’t like that. But as the new guy, I still took it as one.
I held my hand up, “I’ll think of something, Sir,” I said. He backed away, still looking awkward and embarrassed and said his goodbyes. I sat there in my dimly lit office, alone with my thoughts. I took a long time getting home that night. I rode the subway for aimlessly before realizing I’d missed my stop… by a lot. I had to get off and reboard and ended up getting home really late. Zoey and Hailey were sitting there chatting. Both thankfully dressed. The last thing I needed was a brain shorting episode.
Hailey looked up at me, “You’re home late, babe. Everything okay?”
I looked at Hailey and was instantly torn. On the one hand, that bachelor party had been a real glass breaker for us. It had livened up our sex lives and brought us closer in ways neither of us had ever imagined. A part of me… a big part of me if I’m being honest, wanted to do it again. To see her get fucked by a bunch of dock workers would be pretty hot. On the other hand, I really didn’t this to be “our thing”. That possessive lizard brain part of me didn’t want that. And I didn’t want HER to want it. I liked that she enjoyed reliving it and fantasizing but I really didn’t want it to become our lifestyle.
“Nothing… just… the boss asked me for something at work.”
Zoey and Hailey turned to me intrigued, “What was it?” Hailey asked.
I took a breath then decided just to recount the story. I apologetically told about my drunken bragging to Darryl and explained what Mr. Sumner had asked for. Hailey looked at me and smacked my shoulder. “Bragging about your slut wife… you should be ashamed,” she said but she couldn’t contain her grin.
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
She shrugged, “A little annoyed but not really. It’s actually kind of hot that they think that about me.”
“Really?” I asked, confused.
“A little… not like, ‘oh my gosh I’m so wet’ hot but more ‘nice low grade tingly sensation’ hot.”
My eyes flicked to Zoey who was enjoying the confusion on my face, “Sometimes us girls like to think of ourselves as slutty. Sometimes we like guys to think of us that way too. I think Hailey’s thinking about walking into the office and all the guys looking at her and mentally undressing her. Right?”
Hailey squirmed and blushed, “Maybe…” she drawled.
Zoey laughed and I said, “Okay… but what am I going to do? I don’t really want to do that again so soon, you know?”
Hailey nodded, “I understand babe. Fantasy is fantasy. Reality is reality. I get it.”
“I’ll do it,” Zoey said.
“What?”
“Does anyone at work know what Hailey looks like?”
I shook my head but Hailey said, “Just Darryl, right?” Oh… yeah…
I nodded, “Yeah… I guess just Darryl.”
“Perfect. Just take me as your ‘wife’ and let me have a night of fun. She gets all the benefit of everyone thinking she’s a slut, you get to make your boss and future boss happy and I get… well… I get a whole lot of dock cock, apparently.”
We laughed at how absurd ‘dock cock’ sounded which broke the tension. It actually wasn’t a bad plan. And, I’ll admit, the thought of watching Zoey pull a train at the office was pretty appealing. We talked a little more about it but Zoey was adamant and really, really into the prospect. When I told me boss the next day, he was ecstatic and plans were made for the office staff to be cleared out by 5pm on Friday and the dock workers to start showing up at ~6pm.
That weekend flew by with Hailey continuing in her attempt to fuck my cock off while also trying to make Zoey as jealous as possible with lines like, “You’ve got the cock of a God, Sam” and, “Oh it’s so big you’re going to split my ass in two,” shouted out at night. Zoey, for her part, never complained. And I still hadn’t seen her sleep.
When Friday rolled around, all three of us were abuzz. While I got ready for work in the morning, Hailey and Zoey were picking out her outfit for tonight, “No… not that… not slutty enough… no… no… no,” I heard them talking. Hailey came up to me as I got ready to head out and gave me a big hug and kiss.
“Three things. Have fun tonight,” she said and gave me another kiss, “Zoey wants it filmed,” she said giving me another kiss, “and I want to watch you finish her off.” Another kiss.
“Whh…,” I tried before being silenced by another kiss and a surreptitious rub of my cock through my pants.
“Don’t ask questions. Just do it, stud. Fuck the hot little fire crotch that your good wife tells you to fuck,” she said and shoved me out the door. I stood there for a minute shaking my head at the weirdness of this week and then headed off to work. Unlike every other day, that day drug on. Somehow every crisis that normally crops up, didn’t. Every meeting got postponed or cancelled. Every phone call was shorter than expected. The day drug on endlessly which drove me batty. I kept thinking about tonight. About Zoey. About what my wife told me. Everything. I texted my wife at one point.
Me: Call me so we can talk.
Hailey: You going to fuck Zoey tonight?
Me: Call me
Hailey: Not until you promise to fuck her…
Me: That’s what I want to talk about
Hailey: Not talking until you promise
Me: Hailey!
Hailey: I promise it’s what I want, Sam. Promise. No strings. Nothing.
Me: … okay
My phone rang instantly and I heard Hailey’s voice whispering sexily into my ear. Tingles went down my spine at her obviously aroused tone, “Thank you, lover. My cunt is drenched right now thinking about you plowing her and filling her up. I can’t wait to see the video.”
“Hailey… are you sure?”
“You just promised… and yes I’m sure. So shut up and enjoy.”
“Okay… love you, babe. This is so weird.”
“And hot… you mispronounced hot. I love you too.”
I laughed at my wife and the circumstances and hung up the phone, trudging on through the dreariest day in history. Once the last boat was taken care of and the last truck loaded, we got the office locked up and everybody was gone. Mr. Sumner had insisted no office staff. If they saw how the dock workers partied he’d have to change all of his parties (and probably deal with a pretty angry HR). So I was left alone for about ten minutes while I waited for Zoey to show up.
She got there about fifteen minutes after five and knocked on the door. She was wearing a trenchcoat that looked very out of place given the 80 degree weather outside. She shrugged it off and revealed the insanely slutty outfit underneath. She’d managed to find a tight little black skirt with pinstripes and a matching vest. She looked like some kind of wet dream slutty secretary. “How do you like it, Sir?” she asked demurely. Her five inch strappy heels left her still almost six inches shorter than me so she simply looked up at me all doe eyed. “Do you think all the dock cock will enjoy me tonight?”
I swallowed before managing, “I do.”
“Well I sure hope your slutty wife can please all of that nice cock.”
“I’m sure you’ll do your best… honey,” I said and we both laughed. I think both of us felt like we were somehow getting away with something. Like the kid who sneaks down on Christmas Eve to see his presents. We talked about what might happen later and how things might go, Zoey was clearly buzzing and you could practically smell her arousal. She kept looking at me and glancing down at my crotch as if she couldn’t wait for the night’s activities.
Fortunately for her, we didn’t have to wait too long. At about ten till, a young, twenty something guy walked in in jeans and a t-shirt. Zoey and I went over and greeted him at the door. He could barely take his eyes off Zoey long enough to shake my hand. “You must be Sam and this is your gorgeous wife? I’m Pete. Pete Lawrence… er… Sumner since I guess you know the truth.”
“Nice to meet you Pete. Glad we could help… Uhmm… truthfully, this isn’t my wife though. A friend of ours though. Her real name’s Zoey not Hailey.”
Pete raised an eyebrow, “I respect that Sam. Not wanting to share your wife. She’s yours, right?”
I nodded, “Something like that. The bachelor party was kind of a one time thing… not something we’re looking to repeat.”
“I got it. It’s cool man. It’s not a lifestyle for everyone, I guess. I get that. But hey… these guys think they’re going to be fucking some stuffed shirt executive’s wife… it’s cool if we don’t tell them, right?”
“Absolutely,” I nodded with a smile.
Zoey nodded as well, “I’m definitely hoping they toss me around like a naughty little slut of a wife.”
Pete’s eyes twinkled at her bawdy words, “I think the boys are going to like you a lot, Z… err… Hailey,” he said with a wink and a laugh.
Before we could continue, the guys started coming in. I didn’t get all their names but there were maybe 15 or 20 of them. I was a little surprised but a quick glance at Zoey showed me that she wasn’t apprehensive at all. She was practically licking her lips as she sized up each one. These were guys who worked all day every day loading things in and out of ships and trucks. We moved a lot of specialty items that didn’t necessarily load cleanly on forklifts all the time. These guys were all strong and fit and clearly ready for a night of partying. The older married guys had already gone home to wives. This was the young, hungry portion of the dock crew.
“Nice office up here. Nice that you guys have air conditioning,” one of the guys said as he cracked his knuckles. “You the guy who’s loaning us his wife?”
“Uhh… yeah,” I said. I realized that I made be in for a little bit of verbal abuse and started to second guess this plan.
The guy walked up to me, he was insanely big… reminded me of a hispanic Vin Diesel or something. “It’s cool man. We get it. You gotta keep the boss happy right?”
“You know?” I asked. I’d assumed that Pete had kept it a secret.
“Not until tonight, man. He told us at the end of our shift. It explains the party though. Don’t worry… we’re all gonna have fun and we’ll send your girl home a little bow-legged and cum drunk but she’ll be fine.”
“Thanks man. But I… uh… I promised I’d stay here to keep an eye on her.”
He cocked his eyebrows at me, “You like to watch?”
I nodded.
“You’re gonna see some shit, man. Once this crew gets into a girl, she can go a little crazy if you know what I mean.” I nodded again and he clapped my shoulder. “Don’t worry though. Happy wife, happy life, right?”
“Heh… yeah…,” I said. Those were the last words spoken to me for the next hour. Zoey looked over at me and gave me a nod. I hit a key on my computer and music filled the office. Zoey started swaying her hips and instantly the guys were silent as they watched. Zoey’s eyes glazed over as she danced to the music. Her hips swayed back and forth and her belly moved hypnotically like a well trained dancer. I saw the little curl of her lips as she smiled, soaking in the stares of the enraptured men around her. It was like she was casting a spell on all of us. Pete watched, just as entranced as any man in the room.
After a couple minutes of dancing, she did a little drop low and flashed her knees wide, showing off her cunt for the briefest of moments. It was like a switch flipped in the room. One guy whistled loud and then another yelled out, “Show us that cunt, baby!”
That was greeted by a round of “Hell Yeahs,” from all of us. Zoey just smiled and kept dancing. She slowly unbuttoned the top, eventually revealing those perfect bolt-on tits of hers. They really were works of art. I remembered Danny bragging about them and thinking it was a weird thing to brag about but they were just that magnificent. When her tits finally came into view, the room erupted. “More… more… cunt… cunt,” they chanted.
It didn’t take long for Zoey to comply. She flashed a smile at me and then one at Pete, fully aware of who her audience was. She unzipped the skirt and teased the guys, laughing and giggling as a few took swipes and tried to yank it down. Finally, she swayed over to Pete and twirled in front of him. Pete reached out and yanked the skirt down and she gave a fake gasp of surprise as she flailed about with her hands as if she wanted to cover up.
“Don’t be shy baby. Seeing isn’t all we’re doing tonight, right?” said one of the guys and his buddies laughed.
“What else did you have in mind little man?” she shot back.
His eyes narrowed and he stood up. “Little man, huh?” he said and reached of his belt. “I was going to fuck your cunt, slut but if you think I’m such a ‘little man’ then you won’t mind taking me in your slut ass, huh?” His words challenged Zoey and her eyes widened. He took his belt out and dropped his pants revealing a healthy, but not insanely large cock. Zoey was pleased that it wasn’t some mammoth foot long cock that was going to tear her apart. She told me later that that moment was the only one she was scared. She had brief panicked images of being gang raped by a bunch of big cocked dock workers. Instead, she was confronted with perfectly ‘just-above-average’ cock.
She dropped to her knees, “Let me get it wet for you, stud. Then you can have whichever hole you want.”
There was utter silence from that pronouncement. A solid five seconds where it felt like the world stood still and then another cheer from the crowd of horny guys. Pete clapped his hands approvingly before shouting out, “Give the bitch what she wants!”
Zoey simply smiled up at the guy as he walked forward and gripped her hair. He shoved his cock in Zoey’s mouth and face fucked her without any build up. I was really impressed. Hailey needs a couple moments to get accustomed to deep throating. She has to kind of work up to it. Not Zoey though. She took it like a champ. The first stroke managed almost all of it and the second stroke had him balls deep in her mouth. Her nose pressed against his skin as she looked up into his eyes and took all of his cock.
After that, chaos ensued. The guys circled around her like predators getting ready to go in for the kill on a wounded deer. Zoey sucked any cock that came near her face, no matter how hard they fucked her mouth she just gasped for breath and took the next one. Each of her hands found a cock as well and she started jerking them. Every now and then she would glance over at me and give a little smile before returning to servicing the dock cock around her. “That’s it boys. Let me get these nice and hard so they can fuck my little slut wife brains out.”
It didn’t take long for some guy to get down on his knees and shove his cock into her. She screamed out in pleasure and collapsed onto the floor with her hands holding her up. Pete walked up and gripped her hair, shoving his cock down her throat. She had a little more trouble with this one as they guy behind her pounded her but eventually got it all the way down. Soon she was gagging and screaming and moaning constantly. About five minutes in, she had her first orgasm, cumming hard when some guy reached under her and gave her little clit a rub. “Look at the slut. Cumming just cuz I gave that little whore kitty a stroke. Bitch needs it bad, man.”
“Yeah… fucking white collar sluts always need some big dock dick.”
“Fuck yes,” Zoey said, “I’ve been calling it dock cock all week but I like that better… gimme all the big dock dick you can boys. Fuck me until I can’t fucking walk. Fuck me until I can’t fucking think,” she rasped. Before long, the guy behind her was cumming and the next one stepped in. We’d made all the guys wear condoms. Zoe recognized that to do otherwise wasn’t safe. But that didn’t stop the group from jacking off around her. So while the next guy positioned themself behind her, two guys that had been standing there stroking their cocks started coming on either side of her head. They shot all over her cheek and hair while she contained to aggressively felate Pete.
Another guy finished and then was replaced by a third guy. Then a fourth. Eventually, Zoey stopped them for a second and said, “Hold on… I want to ride one of you fuck studs while you make me airtight… got it?”
The guys cheered and the first guy who’d spoken up said, “See… I told you I’d be fucking the slut’s ass.”
Zoey simply nodded as she sank down on the first guy to offer his cock. “Fuck… that’s so fucking full,” she said through gritted teeth. The cock she’d chosen was one of the biggest in the room and she practically was panting as she rode it. Then she leaned forward and gestured towards the self-declared ass fucker. She spread her cheeks invitingly and he wasted no time in sliding behind her. We’d brought lube just for this and he obligingly got himself all slicked up and then slid into her. “FUUUUCCCKKK,” she managed before another guy walked up and just slammed his cock down her throat.
“Yeah.. man… shut the bitch up,” the ass fucker said. The throat fucker obliged and soon the three guys found a rhythm. Despite the awkwardness of task, they managed to really get into it, pounding Zoey harder and harder. It made me think this wasn’t this gang’s first time, actually. The guy in her mouth pulled out and shot all over her face only to be replaced by another guy. Eventually the ass man finished as well and he was replaced. The guy she was riding seemed to have the stamina of a Greek god because he just kept going while three or four cocks used her mouth and ass in that time. Eventually, face covered in cum, she looked down and gave him a big grin. She gripped him hard with her legs and rode him up and down while her ass was free for a moment, almost taking his lack of orgasm as a personal challenge. Whatever she did, it worked because he couldn’t hold out any longer and came with a roar.
This continued for the next two hours. Most guys tried to get a turn with every hole but not everyone could manage. Zoey did have to take one cock that was almost a foot long. But that guy obligingly only wanted her pussy. She told Hailey and I the next day that she hadn’t realized cock could be too big but that guy had managed it. Pete, on the other hand, got his fill early and then joined me.
“So seriously man… what’s her deal?” he said as we sat and watched my ‘wife’ get manhandled. The guys were pretty rough with her, slapping her ass and pinching her tits. But she never once gave the codeword we’d contemplated. “Pineapple” for “I’m getting near my limit” and “Tomato” for “This needs to stop”. A couple times I thought she would but she never did.
“She was my sister’s husband’s best friend’s wife.”
Pete said that back quietly in his head before asking, “And what does that make her?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I said finishing the Spaceballs quote and earning a little fist bump. “No but we met her at that bachelor party and when she got divorced, she reached out to us for a place to stay.”
“So you have to live with seeing this every day and not getting to touch it?”
I laughed, “My wife actually kind of likes the idea of me fucking her.”
“No shit… that’s cool man… you guys are into some kinky shit.”
I shrugged, “I guess. Seems like there’s a lot more kinky folks than us out there.”
Pete nodded, “Sure… but most of them are freaky, freaks. You guys seem like the most normal, everyday people but you’re into some kinky shit.” He paused and watched, “So are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Gonna fuck her?”
“Yeah… I promised my wife I would.” I looked at Pete and then we busted out laughing at the absurdity of the statement. I glanced over to the corner where I’d rigged up the camera that was recording. I figured that this tape was for our private use and there was no need to alarm anybody about it. Not that I thought many of those guys would mind. Zoey was starting to look like a pretty big mess by that point. She’d had every guy at least twice and some more. She had come all over her face, back, chest and tits. And she was starting to look pretty out of it. Two hours of non-stop fucking will really change the way your brain is wired about sex I found out.
The party lasted a little bit longer and the guys started slowly saying their goodbyes. It was funny watching them be all boisterous and aggressive pre-fucking and then almost respectful and apologetic afterwards. The bold ass fucker even managed a “thank you ma’am… I had a great time,” to Zoey as he left. Zoey giggled at the absurdity of being called ‘ma’am’ while she was covered head to toe in the cum of twenty strangers.
“No problem stud,” she said with a wave as she scooped up some and licked it off her fingers casually. Pete helped me get her cleaned up a little and moved over to my desk where I moved between her legs. “Oh… Ohhhh,” she said as I slipped my hard cock into her. I was practically bursting having watched the festivities for the night and my cock felt like it was made of steel. I pushed her back onto my desk and started hammering into her harder and harder.
“You liked being my slut wife for the night, bitch?” I snarled at her. I felt that aggression inside of me bubbling over. That primal part of me that wanted to reclaim her and show her who was boss. It was an absurd emotion to have about a girl who wasn’t my wife but it was still there.
“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck… God that’s what Hailey gets every night… fuckmefuckmefuckme,” she said.
Pete was standing to the side and I gestured at him. “Pete… you got something to shut this slut up?”
Pete smiled and pulled out his cock, shoving it down Zoey’s throat before she could say anything in response. He started fucking her throat from the side while I kept plowing her still miracle tight cunt. My hands gripped her tits like handles for leverage and I gave her the hardest fucking my body was capable of. She screamed around Pete’s cock which got him to the brink of cumming. Finally, I gave three last hard thrusts and started cumming inside of her, filling up her cunt with cum for the first time that night. Her hand instantly reached down to her clit and she started rubbing herself while Pete pulled out and painted her face with another load of cum. She came as he was shooting rope after rope all over her messy face.
“Fuck man… this was a great party. I’ll make sure my Dad knows this wasn’t really your wife too man. I get it.”
I nodded, “Thanks Pete. I think you’re going to be a pretty good boss someday.”
He smiled at me and shook my hand while Zoey moaned underneath us, licking his cock clean while stroking mine to squeeze every last drop out of me and into her red cunt.
We found Zoey’s trenchcoat and clothes and managed to get her bundled up. I started to wipe her clean but she stopped me, “Don’t do that. Hailey promised to clean me up with her tongue as thank you… As long as you were okay with it.”
“Do I get to watch?” I asked as I bundled her into the car.
“Only if I can have a copy of that video.”
I waved the phone in my hand, “Anything for you… honey.” We laughed and headed home. The night continued exactly as expected. We watched the video while Hailey slowly, tenderly and sexily cleaned off every inch of Zoey’s abused body. It got us so hot that the three of us ended up fucking again that night. What happened afterwards between Zoey, Hailey and I is a story for another day, however.
Comments
master
I would love to see more from this series
Reso
It's pretty clever how you've ended both stories with these characters with a teaser alluding to "a story for another time". Good way to offer possible future stories with those characters while not committing to another series.
