COME ONE, COME ALL (To do a Wifefuck!)


I wasn't sure what to expect when my wife, Belinda, and I started swinging three 
months ago.  Belinda wasn't sure that group sex was the answer to our 
bedroom blues, and 1-well, I too wondered if we hadn't bitten off more than we 
could chew.  As things turned out, I needn't have worried.  My wife took to 
swinging like a duck to water.  As for me, the jealousy I expected to feel never 
materialized and I quickly realized, as I watched Belinda sucking and fucking 
other men, that we had stumbled into sexual heaven.
 This is the story of the last group sex party we attended.  It was very special, in 
that Belinda was the star attraction.  Our group sex experiences up to that time 
had triggered within my wife a fantasy of being screwed by many different males 
in one night. She dreamed of being sucked and fucked into a state of happy 
exhaustion by twenty or so virile men, with me watching.  When she told me that 
she had made all the arrangements with Roger, one of our closest friends and a 
fellow swinger, I was beside myself with excitement.
      When Belinda walked downstairs after two hours of preparation in the 
bathroom, she was striking.  She had on sexy makeup and was wearing a short 
maid's dress that buttoned up the front.  I asked her if the outfit was Roger's 
idea, and she replied that she had planned the whole thing herself.  I threw her 
coat over her shoulders and we left.
      We arrived at the party house before anyone else, and Belinda showed off 
her maid's uniform to an appreciative Roger, explaining that she would be 
serving drinks.  The guests, mostly young executive types, arrived a few at a 
time and began to party immediately.  By the time the guest of honor, a 
professional striptease artist, entered to raucous hoots and howls of 
appreciation, there were about twenty men present.  Belinda kept busy handing 
out drinks and getting a few pinches as the stripper performed her act.
 Out of the blue, Belinda, holding a tray with both hands, asked a guest if he 
would mind unbuttoning the first four buttons of her uniform.  This allowed a 
good view of her black lace bra and her succulent cleavage.  The man's 
surprised expression turned into a knowing smile as Belinda thanked him and 
continued on.  Not much later, she asked another guest to unfasten the 
remaining buttons. The fellow had to get on his knees and under her tray to do 
so. While he was down there, he opened my wife's dress wide and gave an 
appreciative whistle.  By now all attention was on Belinda strutting around in her 
bra, matching panties, garter belt and black silk stockings, her dress flowing 
behind her.  The next lucky volunteer got to help my wife remove the dress 
completely.
      My mind, not to mention my cock, was exploding! I hadn't gotten laid in a 
week, and here was my wife walking around practically naked in front of twenty 
men! Her little nothing of a bra and flimsy panties only accentuated her 
vulnerability.  The guys looked her over hungrily as she cordially instructed them 
to let her know if she could be of service to them in any way.  When someone 
asked her' for her bra and panties, she handed them over without hesitation.
      "Oh, Miss," Roger called from behind the crowd, "my friend here has a 
problem he'd like help with.  His zipper is stuck."
       The sexual energy was so thick you could taste it.  As Belinda stepped into 
the circle of admirers on her way to Roger, it closed behind her, leaving me on 
the outskirts of the activity. Fortunately, I was not the only one who couldn't see, 
and the bitching got so loud that it was decided to put Belinda and Roger's 
friend, whom she was still "helping," up on the dining room table.  The crowd 
moved into the large dining room, and Roger's friend, who turned out to be a 
tall, muscular black man, stood on the thick oak slab with his erection swaying 
heavily from his midsection and glistening with my wife's saliva.  In front of all 
those leering men, Belinda did everything she could think of to that fat hose of a 
cock.  She was being felt by everyone who could reach her, with each man 
giving his appraisal of the part he was feeling, some of them commenting on 
how hot and wet her pussy was.
 I climbed on a chair for a better view.  Imagine how I felt after a week of forced 
celibacy, seeing my pretty wife naked, on all fours, being mounted by a big 
black stud while surrounded by a bunch of bellowing men who freely fondled 
every inch of her body.
      Suddenly I remembered my camera.  I ran to get it and jumped back on the 
chair in time to catch a shot of Belinda in the throes of orgasm, the black rod 
sinking into her glistening pussy as dozens of roaming hands encouraged her 
total abandon.  I took the next shot as Belinda pulled away from the spurting log 
to stuff it into her mouth.  She choked on the gushing semen and pulled back, 
coughing, letting most of the come splash against her breasts. Before she could 
get the black cock back in her mouth, the men swarmed over her.  It was a 
tribute to the craftsmanship of the table that it held up under the weight of so 
many lusting males.
 My wife was insatiable that night.  Luckily for her, most of the men, surprised at 
their good fortune, fired off their loads after just a couple of minutes.  Still, it's 
amazing how much come twenty horny men can produce, and my sexy wife, 
being the target, of all of it, was positively soaked by the time it was over.  Each 
man came at least once, spewing his creamy seed into my wife's pussy, mouth 
or asshole.
      When the group had dwindled down to five, I joined in. There is no way to 
describe the liquidy feeling of Belinda's cunt after so much copulation.  She had 
no idea it was me as I banged her from behind.  When the man in front of her 
asked me to trade places and I stuck my super-stiff cock under my wife's nose, 
she recognized my genitals and looked up at me with the biggest, sweetest 
smile.  She hugged my waist and kissed my abdomen tenderly.  "It's about time 
you showed up," she said lovingly. "I've been waiting for you all night."
      She sucked my cock deeply.  Her whimpers of pleasure vibrated around my 
shaft, and it was very obvious that the man behind her was pleasing her.  The 
better he fucked her, the better she sucked me.  The last two remaining studs 
came up on either side of her face and gave her their bobbing tools.  When the 
man behind her dumped his cream into her, it started a chain reaction, her 
muffled cries inspiring the two men to release a torrent of syrupy come onto her 
face, and me to fill her mouth with seven days' worth of the same.  As the night 
came to a close, I held my wife warmly in my arms.
  Ever since that night, Belinda has been a much freer person.  She proved to 
herself that she is capable of anything where sex is concerned, and this 
knowledge has helped to further liberate our relationship.  Neither of us needs a 
repeat performance.  Belinda says she's been fucked in every conceivable way 
and has experienced cocks of all dimensions.  And we have a beautifully wicked 
photo album with sixty pictures of my lovely wife at her most sluttish.  Belinda 
says that she'd like  to see what I would do with a small bunch of girlfriends, so 
I've got my fingers crossed.
Mr (Name and address withheld)