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12/05/2022
On the weekend of April 23rd, Karen, my six foot Viking slut, now 33, was shopping and on her way to the bus stop when someone nearby called out. It was a young man in dirty jeans and t-shirt, like a builder, not homeless.
He asked if Karen remembered him but straight away also said she likely would not.
“Do you remember about three years ago you had a really good night at the youth hostel?”
It took a short conversation for Karen to recall him when twice going to the hostel and getting well shagged by quite a few blokes, including Allen, one of the managers. The first night was a blur but the second one was the first time she went full slut while sober. He was on the second time. (See 18/2/19 and 23/3/19)
Any way, Patrick, the young chap, had a firms 4x4 pick up in the car park and soon Karen was on the back seat being shagged by a twenty one year old, while other shoppers walked about. The rear seats had darkened windows but not the front ones.
This was the first extra curricular for Karen since her brief outing as a whore with my chum Paul. (Feb this year)
Last weekend, Saturday 7th, the Grand parents had the kids and we went out. Karen really rocks the white blouse and short black skirt combo, and that, with low black heals was what she had. Black briefs and three quarter cup bra finished it off. We had a meal, several drinks with it, and then onto a club for a dance for Karen, not me, and more drinks. When I say drinks, I was driving, so mine were soft.
Naturally Karen was never short of a dance partner, but it was me someone approached. He asked if it bothered me that Karen got lots of attention, hinting that he would like to get up up to some sexual fun with her. We had a conversation.
On one of her brief visits to me, and her drink, I told Karen that some fun was in the offing if she was ready for it. Of course she was. So when she had finished the drinks that she had spread around two or three tables, we left.
I told Karen to undo a couple of blouse buttons en route, and we soon arrived the the old council offices that are now temporary housing for the less fortunate. We had to park about thirty yards away and walk back, A side door was ajar, and inside was Mike, the guy from earlier.
He gave Karen a warm welcome and she sort of recognised him from the party where all this began, on 18/2/19. He had an arm round her as he steered her to a room from which music could be heard.
Inside there were around twenty people, including three other women, fairly well dressed, drinks were flowing and Karen quickly had a glass in her hand.
Two sofas and four arm chairs were in the room, with two dinner tables, a sort of common room I was told. Karen was visually admired right away. I took a cola and mingled, Karen was soon dancing, not alone. One of the women and two blokes left soon after we arrived.
Around an hour later, and Karen was floating, one of the other women was being slowly separated from her clothes by two guys on the dance floor, and the other was, like Karen, in a clinch with a guy on a sofa. There were now only eleven men in total, which left six of us chatting in two groups, watching the women being warmed up.
I suddenly noticed that Karen had a hand inside her blouse, which was almost fully unbuttoned now, and the hand was not hers. Her left breast was being caressed. Someone said the girls are nearly ready, no one move too soon and ruin it.
The dancer lost her dress and was the filling in a sandwich as hands stroked her almost naked body. The other woman was now sitting on her man's lap, straddling him and kissing him. Karen was losing the blouse from her shoulders, after which the hand moved up her skirt to start work there.
The dancer was now on the floor being missionary fucked. The other woman was removing her own clothing, an extra man moving to each of them. I and one other moved toward Karen, stopping a few feet away.
Karen was feeling good, and her briefs soon appeared and were removed. The hand went back up the skirt and was obviously fingering my wife rather nicely. As she kicked off her shoes I got behind her and unclasped her bra, letting those lovely mounds bounce fully into the open as I slid the garment away with the blouse. Her body immediately slid down the sofa so she was laying on her back, and the handy man quickly removed his jeans etc. and climbed on top of his prize.
Karen let out a dirty moan as she was entered by a total stranger, bare back. She wrapped her long legs around him and they became a fucking animal couple. Karen had such a happy look on her face.
The sofa had no arms so I was able to persuade the two too move up so Karen had her head hanging off the end, so I could feed her my cock, like the good wife she is, she took the whole length.
I withdrew to let someone else take Karen's throat, and went to look at the other women being taken. With a cock in front and rear, they were knelt on the floor and being well serviced. I spent a while watching the fun, before getting to shoot my load down the brunette's throat.
Turning back to the sofa where Karen was, I saw her riding one guy, blowing another while taking a third in her rear. In her mouth was Mike, who soon let fly without the blonde slut missing a drop. He backed off to recover.
It must have been fifteen minutes that Karen was like that. She had serious orgasms and one seemed to last over a minute. No one slowed to let her recover. The next one took ages to go from almost to full on. Karen was heaving back onto the two cocks like she was concerned the orgasm wouldn't arrive, she seemed in a bit of a panic.
Two blokes beside me were giving encouragement, “Go on, give it to her. Go on you slut, fuck like your life depends on it.“ And “Fill the bitch up, fill the bitch with cum and then we can fuck her some more.”
I don't think he was aware I am her husband, but what the heck, I agreed with him.
Soon it arrived. Both men shot into Karen at the same time, and her cum exploded. Her face looked like she had been shot or stabbed. It must have been a painfully enjoyable orgasm, it rocked her for ages before her face and body relaxed somewhat. All three took a couple of minutes to be able to move.
There were sucking noises as the men pulled out. And I dragged Karen by her feet until her head was back on the sofa as she had just collapsed on her front. She was just like a rag doll. Which didn't stop two men from lifting her onto her back so one of them could fold her legs onto his shoulders and ram his cock in the battered cunt of my wife.
One woman I had not yet gotten acquainted with had her arse in the air on the other sofa and so I decided to give her the benefit of my hard on. I shot in her after several minutes of pounding, and she came with me.
Back with the wife and, another guy was busy fucking her from behind as she knelt at the end of the sofa, while her head was in the lap of the man sat on the end, being pumped up and down his shaft between both his hands. I swear she was barely on this planet and the guys were mostly holding her up. The guy behind her spoke to the other one.”
“I don't know who this is but I would love to fuck her on a regular basis. Her old man is one lucky bastard.”
His friend replied, “Not half, maybe we could talk him into letting us fuck her every week, I reckon she'd take plenty of cock from our mates too.” The other one agreed.
“Well,” I said, “as the lucky bastard in question, I can tell you it couldn't be a regular thing, but that doesn't mean there's no chance of you ever fucking her again. Give me you numbers before we go. No promises.”
They were taken by surprise briefly but quickly rallied. One even apologised for the comments, I told him it was fine as they were pretty accurate. They both grinned and went back to work with a vengeance.
Karen was used like a doll for the next couple of hours or more. I swear a couple of more blokes arrived but can't swear to it. Karen certainly got very well fucked and definitely came several times even though she was hardly with us at all.
Eventually, everyone was fucked out. I found Karen's skirt, blouse and shoes, but the first two had been used as cock wipes. Still, better than nothing, I dressed my wife and tried to get her with it enough to walk to the car.
There were a small number of people about even at the ridicules hour we left. Three young men that passed close by said, just loud enough to be heard on purpose,
“Wow, why can't we meet a slut like that? Well fucked!” I had to grin.
When Karen surfaced in the afternoon she was like a zombie. She remembered the huge orgasm on the sofa, the rest was a dream, she just knew she was well fucked. As I told her what happened, bits came back to her.
Telling her made me hard so I easily bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her from behind in spite of her feeble protests. She was loose as hell but I still shot up her when I was ready, and left her to recover with a mug of tea.
He asked if Karen remembered him but straight away also said she likely would not.
“Do you remember about three years ago you had a really good night at the youth hostel?”
It took a short conversation for Karen to recall him when twice going to the hostel and getting well shagged by quite a few blokes, including Allen, one of the managers. The first night was a blur but the second one was the first time she went full slut while sober. He was on the second time. (See 18/2/19 and 23/3/19)
Any way, Patrick, the young chap, had a firms 4x4 pick up in the car park and soon Karen was on the back seat being shagged by a twenty one year old, while other shoppers walked about. The rear seats had darkened windows but not the front ones.
This was the first extra curricular for Karen since her brief outing as a whore with my chum Paul. (Feb this year)
Last weekend, Saturday 7th, the Grand parents had the kids and we went out. Karen really rocks the white blouse and short black skirt combo, and that, with low black heals was what she had. Black briefs and three quarter cup bra finished it off. We had a meal, several drinks with it, and then onto a club for a dance for Karen, not me, and more drinks. When I say drinks, I was driving, so mine were soft.
Naturally Karen was never short of a dance partner, but it was me someone approached. He asked if it bothered me that Karen got lots of attention, hinting that he would like to get up up to some sexual fun with her. We had a conversation.
On one of her brief visits to me, and her drink, I told Karen that some fun was in the offing if she was ready for it. Of course she was. So when she had finished the drinks that she had spread around two or three tables, we left.
I told Karen to undo a couple of blouse buttons en route, and we soon arrived the the old council offices that are now temporary housing for the less fortunate. We had to park about thirty yards away and walk back, A side door was ajar, and inside was Mike, the guy from earlier.
He gave Karen a warm welcome and she sort of recognised him from the party where all this began, on 18/2/19. He had an arm round her as he steered her to a room from which music could be heard.
Inside there were around twenty people, including three other women, fairly well dressed, drinks were flowing and Karen quickly had a glass in her hand.
Two sofas and four arm chairs were in the room, with two dinner tables, a sort of common room I was told. Karen was visually admired right away. I took a cola and mingled, Karen was soon dancing, not alone. One of the women and two blokes left soon after we arrived.
Around an hour later, and Karen was floating, one of the other women was being slowly separated from her clothes by two guys on the dance floor, and the other was, like Karen, in a clinch with a guy on a sofa. There were now only eleven men in total, which left six of us chatting in two groups, watching the women being warmed up.
I suddenly noticed that Karen had a hand inside her blouse, which was almost fully unbuttoned now, and the hand was not hers. Her left breast was being caressed. Someone said the girls are nearly ready, no one move too soon and ruin it.
The dancer lost her dress and was the filling in a sandwich as hands stroked her almost naked body. The other woman was now sitting on her man's lap, straddling him and kissing him. Karen was losing the blouse from her shoulders, after which the hand moved up her skirt to start work there.
The dancer was now on the floor being missionary fucked. The other woman was removing her own clothing, an extra man moving to each of them. I and one other moved toward Karen, stopping a few feet away.
Karen was feeling good, and her briefs soon appeared and were removed. The hand went back up the skirt and was obviously fingering my wife rather nicely. As she kicked off her shoes I got behind her and unclasped her bra, letting those lovely mounds bounce fully into the open as I slid the garment away with the blouse. Her body immediately slid down the sofa so she was laying on her back, and the handy man quickly removed his jeans etc. and climbed on top of his prize.
Karen let out a dirty moan as she was entered by a total stranger, bare back. She wrapped her long legs around him and they became a fucking animal couple. Karen had such a happy look on her face.
The sofa had no arms so I was able to persuade the two too move up so Karen had her head hanging off the end, so I could feed her my cock, like the good wife she is, she took the whole length.
I withdrew to let someone else take Karen's throat, and went to look at the other women being taken. With a cock in front and rear, they were knelt on the floor and being well serviced. I spent a while watching the fun, before getting to shoot my load down the brunette's throat.
Turning back to the sofa where Karen was, I saw her riding one guy, blowing another while taking a third in her rear. In her mouth was Mike, who soon let fly without the blonde slut missing a drop. He backed off to recover.
It must have been fifteen minutes that Karen was like that. She had serious orgasms and one seemed to last over a minute. No one slowed to let her recover. The next one took ages to go from almost to full on. Karen was heaving back onto the two cocks like she was concerned the orgasm wouldn't arrive, she seemed in a bit of a panic.
Two blokes beside me were giving encouragement, “Go on, give it to her. Go on you slut, fuck like your life depends on it.“ And “Fill the bitch up, fill the bitch with cum and then we can fuck her some more.”
I don't think he was aware I am her husband, but what the heck, I agreed with him.
Soon it arrived. Both men shot into Karen at the same time, and her cum exploded. Her face looked like she had been shot or stabbed. It must have been a painfully enjoyable orgasm, it rocked her for ages before her face and body relaxed somewhat. All three took a couple of minutes to be able to move.
There were sucking noises as the men pulled out. And I dragged Karen by her feet until her head was back on the sofa as she had just collapsed on her front. She was just like a rag doll. Which didn't stop two men from lifting her onto her back so one of them could fold her legs onto his shoulders and ram his cock in the battered cunt of my wife.
One woman I had not yet gotten acquainted with had her arse in the air on the other sofa and so I decided to give her the benefit of my hard on. I shot in her after several minutes of pounding, and she came with me.
Back with the wife and, another guy was busy fucking her from behind as she knelt at the end of the sofa, while her head was in the lap of the man sat on the end, being pumped up and down his shaft between both his hands. I swear she was barely on this planet and the guys were mostly holding her up. The guy behind her spoke to the other one.”
“I don't know who this is but I would love to fuck her on a regular basis. Her old man is one lucky bastard.”
His friend replied, “Not half, maybe we could talk him into letting us fuck her every week, I reckon she'd take plenty of cock from our mates too.” The other one agreed.
“Well,” I said, “as the lucky bastard in question, I can tell you it couldn't be a regular thing, but that doesn't mean there's no chance of you ever fucking her again. Give me you numbers before we go. No promises.”
They were taken by surprise briefly but quickly rallied. One even apologised for the comments, I told him it was fine as they were pretty accurate. They both grinned and went back to work with a vengeance.
Karen was used like a doll for the next couple of hours or more. I swear a couple of more blokes arrived but can't swear to it. Karen certainly got very well fucked and definitely came several times even though she was hardly with us at all.
Eventually, everyone was fucked out. I found Karen's skirt, blouse and shoes, but the first two had been used as cock wipes. Still, better than nothing, I dressed my wife and tried to get her with it enough to walk to the car.
There were a small number of people about even at the ridicules hour we left. Three young men that passed close by said, just loud enough to be heard on purpose,
“Wow, why can't we meet a slut like that? Well fucked!” I had to grin.
When Karen surfaced in the afternoon she was like a zombie. She remembered the huge orgasm on the sofa, the rest was a dream, she just knew she was well fucked. As I told her what happened, bits came back to her.
Telling her made me hard so I easily bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her from behind in spite of her feeble protests. She was loose as hell but I still shot up her when I was ready, and left her to recover with a mug of tea.
Poster:
Ivan
