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(MMF, wife, exh, oral, anal, orgy) *** PART 2 I met up with my new conquest a couple of times for repeat sessions in the cab and made sure he gave my unwitting husband the full picture, and while he was not the most attractive or the most fastidious guy I'd been screwed by, he was certainly up there with the most well equipped. Not only that, he had an enthusiasm for getting down and dirty that was completely honest and a lot of blokes could do worse than emulate this. My lorry driver, Donk, pulled pints in the evenings at a pub in Wednesbury, called the Fiery Holes I think. He was mates with a bloke from the factory called 'big Al', who by reputation was as wide as he was tall. Donk was organising a lock in for Al's birthday with a few mates at the pub and they were trying to book a stripper-gram. I volunteered and suggested they invite their boss (Gary my husband) to 'take a look at the slut Donk was shagging.' Everything went smoothly and having left the kids in the care of the Mother in Law. I arrived at the pub just on closing time, dressed in my city girls outfit grey pin striped suit, black seamed stockings, killer heels and Warner's black underwear. By the time the doors were locked, there were about 20 or so men of all ages and variety left and I was the undisputed centre of attention. I'm no snob but this pub was rough by any standards and just the quality of my outfit marked me out as from a different league to the rest of the party. No sign at that time of Gary. Free drinks were served, then just after midnight Donk put on the stripper. Corny I know but a great tune to take your kit off to. I shimmied over to Big Al who was playing pool (or maybe it was snooker) and pulled him into the centre of the room. No soft lights, just functional florescent. Swaying to and fro, draping myself over his considerable bulk, I shed my jacket, blouse then skirt under his nose, getting him to help with the buttons and zips. When down to my bra, french knickers and stockings I started on him, loosening his shirt, unbuckling his belt.(no easy task under his overhanging belly) The audience completely taken by surprise, were quiet at first but now were shouting encouragement to me and to Al. He was grinning like a cat that got the cream, his hands resting like bunches of sausages on my hips. Opening his shirt I ran my hands over his immense hairy belly and chest. He pulled me to him. I couldn't touch my fingers behind his back. Turning my back on him I wriggled my behind into his crotch. Al's shovel hands came round to cup my breasts pulling the bra down to expose them to the audience and rolling my hard nipples between his fat fingers. Twisting round in his embrace I deftly unhooked the bra, discarded it and dropped to my haunches in front of the birthday boy. His waist band button was taut under the pressure of his restrained bulk. The tips of my fingers hurt as they sprung it open and eased down the zip of his jeans. I sensed the room go quiet as my hands slipped behind to explore his buttocks. (How is it that fat blokes can sometimes have really tight hard arses?) Slowly I began to ease down his boxers. His cock was in that half hard state surrounded by a nest of curly black hair. There was an audible intake of breath from the watching men and then a muttered cheer as my tongue lapped round the thickening member then drew it into my mouth. It was a pretty average as equipment goes, uncut but no worse for that and it was easy to work my mouth back and forth on it. Engrossed as I was, I was only barely aware of a change in the level of the background babble. Then I heard someone say, 'The fucking gaffers here!' Big Al stopped my gorging on his cock and lifting me bodily, effortlessly span me round, stripping off my silky knickers with his other hand. Holding me under the waist, he cursorily opened the moist folds of my fanny before pulling me abruptly onto his cock till my behind nestled under his belly against his crutch. Gripping my hips firmly he jerked me back and forth on his dick as easily as if I'd been a blow up doll. His mates loved it. 'Dip your bread Al' shouted someone as my oscillations became more frenetic. Every bit of me was on the move under his onslaught. I tried to look for my husband amongst the spectators as I was bounced around, but without success. Attempting to steady myself I found myself almost bent double and holding onto my ankles. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted him at the back by the bar. He looked uneasy. I knew this was not because someone else was 'giving me one.' He was always happy to watch that, but because the 'someone else' was one of his employees, as were many of the audience. He would be worried lest they found out it was his wife that was providing the entertainment. Suddenly static, Big Al held me close into his groin and I felt his prick pulsing inside me as he came. As he relaxed I stepped away his softening dick flopping into view. Brian (Donk) stepped in from the surrounding circle of blokes, a big broken toothed dirty grin and his prick erect, protruding from his trousers. Turning me round to face Al he bent me over and pushed me into the doggie position on the beer sticky carpet. 'Come on girl, suck him back up, it's his fucking birthday.' With that he positioned his much more serious weapon against my oozing cunt and began to push. His nine inches slid steadily in as I began once again tonguing the slimy tool of Big Al. Donk set up a purposeful rhythm not to fast at the same time teasing my clit. Al's rough hands kneaded my tits as I gobbled on his flaccid member slowly feeling it respond and fill my mouth. Soon I was the one jerking as every stroke triggered a heightening of the sensation in my fanny. A couple more blokes stepped forward and were wanking close to my face, looking to me for the go ahead to join in. Polite or what? Giving Al a rest I accommodated both pricks alternatively until they spasmed jism onto my face and hair. For a time, I was there and not there, so close to orgasm I couldn't concentrate on the now several cocks presented to me. (after the first two it was apparently open season) and just knelt there, head lolling and rolling with the impact of Donk's thrusts, willing the wave of sensation to engulf me. Momentarily I caught sight of my husband watching my performance, not jerking off as he almost certainly would in any other situation , but certainly taking in the scene albeit with some reserve. There was no reserve on my part and as the climax took me over I gasped wildly to whoever 'don't stop! don't stop! don't stop! Donk took me at my word and continued his battering until still cooing a series of oohs and aah's I felt his cock pulsing its stuff against my cervix. His cock withdrew and I felt its end being smeared across my arse cheeks. 'Get in there mate' I heard Donk say and my vacant cunt was plugged with another prick which began to thrust vigorously. Hands gripped my head lifting it up and a shiny bulbous knob pushed against my lips. I let it invade my mouth and tongued it as it oscillated through the pursed ring of my lips. I sensed they were getting confident now and more imaginative realising they had this woman who would apparently do anything. 'Does she take it up the arse' asked some bloke from behind me. Donk replied. 'Try her, her doe say no to much, but lube her up a bit fust.' My head was suddenly gripped tight as the cock in my mouth jabbed violently spewing its load into my throat. I swallowed to avoid choking. The prick withdrew, its purple head trailing jism down my chin. Suddenly my cunt was vacated and I felt the warm spatter of spunk on my buttocks. Pulled to my feet, I was hauled over to where a young guy in a wheel chair was fisting his dick. 'Go on luv, mek is day' commanded Big Al bending me double and guiding my face down onto the protruding dick. Thinking I was maybe doing a bit of social work I went to it with enthusiasm. The chap was making all the right noises and anticipating another mouthful of spunk I was slowing down when without warning a couple of thick fingers began to ream and penetrate my bum hole. The ease with which they slipped in reassured me they were well lubricated. They were replaced by what felt like a thick cock which slid determinedly past my sphincter and up my arse. The weight of a belly on my back betrayed Big Al as its owner as the prick began a steady reciprocation. 'Never dicked a birds arse,' I heard him grunt. Someone behind me jeered 'Give her cunt some of this!' I felt a cold sensation against the lips of my vagina and realised Al was trying to ease a bottle of some sort up me. Gently he manoeuvred it until I felt the neck slide in. Then the pressure as he steadily pushed until the full girth of the bottle was stretching my cunt wide, heightening the stimulation from my anus. I was unable to concentrate on the cock in my mouth, so the young chap just gripped my face and jerked it up and down on his member. Globules of jism spluttered in my mouth as simultaneously Big Al pulled me to him for maximum penetration, his knob twitching inside my anal tract as his sperm pulsed out. Almost immediately his cock collapsed and I felt my contracting arse muscles eject it, spunk dribbling down my legs. There was a scramble to get at me now with every bloke wanting a piece of the action, and the earlier caution and courtesy forgotten. Hands grabbed and squeezed. The wheel chair guy was pulled away and two pricks competed for the attention of my my mouth. Another larger dick was pounding my arsehole while an anonymous hand pulled and pushed at the bottle. I was held up by groping hands and hard pricks placed in mine. It must have been impossible to see me in the mellee. A second orgasm threatened, my legs began to shake and in spite of the attendant hands I sagged to my knees. The buggering continued as did the bottle fucking until I shuddered and collapsed on my side. As I spasmed on the floor my juices gushed round the bottle. My various partners continued to probe and fondle my body as I lay there, stimulating their frenzied wanking. The cock withdrew from my arse shooting its stuff over my buttocks. One by one the remaining erections jettisoned their contribution over me. Suddenly everyone seemed to have had enough. I was sort of aware of chaps pulling up their trousers and tucking in shirts as I lay in a sticky mess on the lino. Getting to my knees, I began to ease the bottle out of me. Looking round I realised my husband had slipped away, to avoid any embarrassing moments. I would have to face him later. Donk came over and suggested a souvenir photo.( Thank god it was in the days before mobile phones could take pictures.) The publican produced a polaroid from somewhere and snapped as the blokes stood behind while Big Al snogged and groped me. For the last photo Donk suggested I squat on the bottle (Manns brown ale by the way), hold a dick in each hand and suck on Big Als prick. By way of a finale it seemed ok. Everyone cheered and it was all over. I began to gather my clothes and get dressed. My stockings were ruined and Al asked for my knickers as a keepsake. Guys were leaving in ones and twos, coming to me for a peck and last minute fondle. Donk walked me a little unsteadily to my car. It was after 2.0am and I still had to face my husband. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 72