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From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
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Subject: (MMM-Wife) Megan gets gangbanged.
Date: 7 Apr 1997 06:53:22 GMT
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The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect the
lucky ones involved. This was co-written with Megan and posted at her
request. As she doesn't have access she will be notified of any comments
etc.

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My name is Megan and I've got to tell someone about this or I think I'll
burst! To describe myself I would have to say that I'm 24, blond with a
trim figure and large bust for my size. My husband, Brad, says I could
easily grace the pages of mens magazines but, until recently, I did'nt
believe that I was attractive - and certainly not in the league of any of
the girls featured in those types of publications. Brad had always been
turned on by seeing me in revealing outfits and I (once I got over my
initial shyness) enjoyed wearing them. Summer would leave poor Brad with a
perpetual hard on as I wore skirts that managed to catch the lightest of
breezes and would lift to reveal my G-string underneath or singletty tops
and no bra where large portions of my tits would be exposed to his eager,
prying eyes.

The only fault Brad said he could find with me was my lack of confidence in
myself, my sensuality and desirability. I tried to point out that he was
bais but to no avail. He finally decided to host a lingerie party - for
men! He would call his old football buddies (none of whom knew me) and
invite them over on the pretext of buying lingerie for their wives and
girlfriends. Where did I come in? As model for the frillies no less. I
almost choked when he told me. It's one thing to wear revealing clothes in
Sydney in Summer when any number of other women are doing the same but
quite another to be next to naked  and on display in a house full of men -
even if one of them is your husband. 

Well, to cut a long story short he convinced me. I was to be a model for
the outfits and I was not to let on that I knew Brad in any way. It would -
he said - help them feel at ease to speak freely about me and hopefully I
would finally be convinced that it was not just his opinion that I was
desirable. 

The night of the party rolled around and while I paced nervously in the
bedroom I heard what seemed like dozens of guys arriving but was actually
only nine. At seven Brad stuck his head in the door to tell me it was
showtime. I smiled at the way his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the
outfit I had selected first up. I heard him introducing me as Tina and as I
stepped into the lounge room I heard what must have been a collective gasp
from the men. I was so nervous that I barely remember a thing about that
first parade - except that I was terrified and my nipples felt as hard as
diamonds and I was sure that everyone must have noticed. They did. I
realised as I swept out of the room into the darkened hallway. I had
stopped to catch my breath once I was out of view and immediately the
comments started: "What a fox", "Did you see those tits?", "Brad, how do I
get my missus to look this good in them?","That bum! Man I'd sleep with my
tongue in her ass if she'd let me fuck her in the morning" and much, much
worse.

Brad had left a cask of one of those Summer coolers in the room for me -
you know the ones that taste more like fruit juice than alcohol. So I had a
glass before the next appearance. I had also had a few glasses while
waiting for the men to arrive so I was becoming more relaxed by the moment.

I next selected a see through pair of panties and a bra that was almost
non-existant. Over the top a transparent open fronted shirt completed the
outfit all the while thinking "If they thought that last one was hot wait
till they see this!". As I strutted and posed this time round I was able to
take in more details of what was happening. Some of the men were gorgeous.
I'd expected meatheads with cauliflower ears etc but these were just a
bunch of well built young guys drooling over me! As far as I could tell
they all had hard ons and this served to excite me further. We passed small
talk as I answered questions about the range of outfits etc.

Several outfits and glasses of wine later when my inhibitions were almost
non existant I decided to try the most revealing lingerie yet. It was white
crotchless knickers, no bra and a silken nightshirt open at the front. I
almost balked at the thought of all these horny men seeing my shaved pussy
but, I reasoned, they had been able to see it through a number of the other
selections anyway.

I stepped into the room and it went quiet. The men looked shocked for a
moment but soon regained their composure. They asked about the silk shirt
(if it was optional mostly) and one of the guys asked if he could feel it.
I said sure and stepped over to him. Rather than feel the hem (or any other
part for that matter) he put his hand on my right breast and massaged the
material against my already rock hard nipple. I made no move to stop him
and the mood in the room changed - it was as if somebody had charged the
lounge with electricity. I stood, dumbfounded by what I was letting this
man do and I turned to look at my husband only to discover that he was not
in the room. It was as if that cut the lifeline of my control and I let a
moan escape my lips. I immediately felf another pair of hands on my bum and
a stray finger gently rubbed my slit. I was trembling now and my husband
chose that moment to walk back into the room. He just stopped dead and
looked dumbfounded. He was my first boyfriend and knew I'd always remained
true to him in word and deed. The men, not knowing it was Brad's wife they
were undressing, started saying " Brad, you've got to get a piece of this".
He just smiled but said nothing and I could not tell if he was angry or if
he approved - but any thoughts I had of trying to salvage the situation
were long gone. I felt some warm lips on each nipple and as my eyes were
now closed I felt rather than saw the men undressing around me. I opened
them to see a room full of naked, horny men and my knees felt too weak to
support me any longer so I dropped to them in front of Steve. All I could
see was an enormous cock with a drop of precome glistening on the end of
it. I seemed like a dream as I slowly licked the tip before gently sliding
my mouth over the swollen head. For the next four hours I was fucked
repeatedly by these studs. I licked each one clean and felt the thrill of
having someone eat their own cum out of my sopping pussy. At one stage I
was straddling one guy when he pulled me forward and started kissing me
deeply. A few moments later I felt the pressing of an intruder at my back
passage. I tried to sit up again as not even Brad has ever been allowed to
do me there but they held me in place. After the initial shock of the pain
it subsided to the point where I thought I was only going to explode from
having so much man-meat inside me. I was almost delerious by now and I had
no idea if Brad had joined the party but I should've known better for he
whispered in my ear: "And it's not just me that's going to fuck this tight
little butt of yours". Boy was he right!

Eventually the guys had fucked me out. I just lay there - too exhausted to
get up. My legs felt like rubber and my pussy was literally flowing with
their love juice. Never had I even imagined a scene like this - let alone
thought that it would actually happen to me!

The guys left with happy smiles on their faces and Brad helped me into a
shower before taking me to bed and cuddling me.

Brad is thinking about organising another party and if he does I'm going to
invite my best friend who often tells me that she doesn't enjoy sex with
her husband and often says she wants to try something (or someONE new. If
it happens you can be sure there will be another installment to my story.