Athy's Big As

"Wow! Really?! You want that? For real?!" Across the table, my wife grinned, blushing slightly as she shrugged.

"Yeah. Don't you think it would be hot?" she replied.

Her grin grew mischievous as she imagined the requested scenario. "Just one night where I take on a bunch of guys. Like that night when you shared me with Paul over and over, but more." (For details read Striptease Sleepover) Kathy bit slightly at her lip, growing more excited by the second.

I watched my lovely bride shift anxiously in her chair, waiting for my answer. Needing time to think, I held up a finger, indicating so. Kathy, nodded and turned to scroll through her phone, waiting.

Yeah, I thought to myself, it would be hot. But it would also be crazy. Sure, we have been dabbling in the swinger lifestyle off and on for years. All of those encounters were relatively unplanned. Spontaneous events we took advantage of when the circumstances were just right.

What my wife was requesting was something that required planning and coordination. Not to mention, revealing our exploits to various parties. Discretion and trust are huge with these sorts of dalliances. In the name of that, we have never told the friends we have played with about each other.

"This is big, Hon," I said at first.

"Well, I should hope so," she giggled. "Is that a, 'no?'"

Shaking my head, "Not saying, 'no,' Babe. I just want to think this through. Do you think you're ready for something like that, a gangbang?"

Kathy blushed at the word, yet her grin told the tale. "What's there to be scared of? A room full of guys, all there to pleasure, and be pleasured by, me. A night filled with so much cock, so many orgasms that I won't be able to walk straight for a week. Too be the focus of their desire, to feel so free, sexy and adored. Oh, I'm so scared." She chuckled at her sarcasm.

Laughing with her, images of my lovely bride engaging in lascivious debauchery ran through my mind. The scenes of her uninhibited behavior stole blood from my reason.

"Yeah, Babe. It will be hot, but it won't be a simple thing. We would need to wrangle a bunch of guys that were clean, could be trusted, were interested and available. Would you want to do something like this with strangers?"

Kathy grew pensive. "No, not strangers," she said, looking a bit dejected.

"Well, how did you think it was going to happen?" I probed; grateful she was thinking about it deeper. We all have fantasies and desires, but real-life issues must always be properly considered before indulging.

"I, uh, I thought... you know... we have..." Kathy stumbled a bit over her words. It was rather adorable how difficult she found expressing herself.

Finally, she rambled out, "Ok, there have been a few guys you have let me fuck. Why, don't we get them all together."

Grinning at her odd bashfulness, I agreed with her, with caveats. "That seems to be the best option with the fewest risks. However, most of those encounters happened some time ago. We aren't as close with Al and Meg or with Chase and Mandy as we were then. This is some delicate road to travel."

Nodding to herself, Kathy accepted my point. "Right, that makes sense. Though it doesn't have to be a huge thing, just a few guys ready to have fun."

"You just shifted from a bunch to a few. Are you sure scaling this back is what you want?" I inquired.

Putting on a playful pout, she answered, "If the idea is too crazy, I am okay with a workable solution."

"Where are you now, at the office?" I sputtered with laugher at her business-like attitude, considering the circumstances. "'Workable solution,' is not what you want, is it? You want to get fucked senseless."

Kathy, moved next to me and slapped my arm, "hey buster, I'm being vulnerable here... and yes! I want to get fucked senseless."

Gales of laughter erupted from both of us. I pulled her into my lap and gave her a kiss. "You're right. I will try to be sensitive to your desire to be ravaged by multiple men."

Giving me another light slap, she snuggled into my chest. "This is so silly," she sighed.

"Love you, Babe," I said, squeezing her gently.

Sinking deeper into my embrace, Kathy caressed my cheek. "Oh well, it's just a fantasy. You know, you are all I really need," she kissed me tenderly.

"But more is fun too," I finished for her, sharing the half-joke with a grin. The two of us cozied up to each other, enjoyed our mutual love and comfort for a while. "So, when are you going to line up all your girlfriends for me? Let me take a run at them?"

My sexy wife burst into laughter, "Oh, your poor balls! You are a stud, but you only have so much sauce to give."

Chuckling with her, I answered, "make them fight for it."

Kathy fell into a fit of giggles, trying to add her own clever retort to no avail.

"Take it easy, Love," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. I got up, leaving her in the chair to regain her composure. Sensing the conversation was over, we went about the rest of our evening.

As for me, the seed of a plan was forming.

*****

Knowing that Kathy was under the impression that her request was unlikely to be fulfilled, I set about making discrete inquires.

From my view, I saw this as a go big or go home scenario. I figured that to fulfil my bride's illicit desire, I needed as many participants as I could get.

Even though she is an attractive woman who loves sex, finding a group of willing paramours who are available, clean, and respectful, is not the easiest task. Especially as I was determined to do my best to be as sensitive and respectful to all parties as possible.

Privately, I strongly doubted any man, married or not, would turn away from the prospect of my lovely wife's physical affections. The last thing I would want is to be the cause of trouble to someone else's marriage. So, even though we had already swung with these couples in that past, I queried the wives of the men in question first.

First on my list was Cathy, my wife's best friend. She and her husband Paul were our closest friends and we played with them with some regularity (For details read Steamy Camp Shower series). While Cathy herself was too intimidated by the idea of being with so many men at once, she was all for letting Kathy fulfill her fantasy. She was also grateful that I had already planned on keeping Kathy safe by only inviting trusted partners and making certain everyone was clean.

My second call was to my old school buddy Al's wife, Meg. We had had our first swinging experience with Al and Meg while on vacation quite early in our marriage (for details read More Heat Than the Sauna). We didn't see each other very often anymore, due to the usual circumstances of life, work, kids, distance, etc...

To my surprise, Meg was eager to help out, assuring me that Al would be all in, pun intended. I learned that they also did some swinging over the years. Rather boldly, she flatly stating she would need to have another fling with me to 'keep things fair.' I was certainly pleased by this and game to agree. Though, I did have to stipulate that it would happen after Kathy's surprise and with her permission. Meg understood and we spent a bit of time catching up and flirting, tentatively making plans to hook up in the aftermath of Kathy's big night.

Next on the list was Mandy. She was the first woman to go down on Kathy (read Hot Housewarming). In fact, she had played a big role in influencing my wife to be more open with her sexuality. We had a few episodes with her and her husband Chase, eventually swapping in the back of our van during an overnight security shift (read Festival Security Gig).

Like Al and Meg, we hadn't seen much of them for the past few years. So, I did my best to maintain friendly chit chat, gauging how she might feel about us now. It didn't take too long to nudge the conversation toward our previous extra-marital encounters.

Luckily for me, Mandy's lust for my wife was still burning strong. I smiled to myself as she gushed about the few times they had kissed and more. Mandy was especially intrigued when I indicated that Kathy had gained more girl-on-girl experience in recent years. Her interest in rekindling was obvious and a perfect opportunity to bring up the reason for my call.

"Kathy wants that?" Mandy said, clearly shocked.

I laughed, "Yeah, she does. We have gotten a fair bit more open over these past few years."

"And you're okay with this?" she asked.

Attempting to allay her concerns, I continued, "only under controlled circumstances. Kathy and I have enjoyed a fair bit of swinging fun, but never without considering the implications. None of this will be a free for all."

I could feel relief through the phone connection, "So you know everyone... doing this?"

"Yeah, I understand your reluctance, this is a crazy ask. Yes, everyone involved will be those that Kathy and I have played with before. They have all demonstrated their trustworthiness and will be tested ahead of time." I reassured Mandy as best as I could.

"But it will be just you and a bunch of guys there?" she probed.

"That is the idea," I said. For a minute the line went silent. "Uh hello, Mandy?" I ventured.

"Just thinking..." she replied.

"Fair enough, take your time." I conceded.

"Are these guys, married or single?"

Answering her openly, I replied, "A bit of both, I am asking the wives for permission for their husbands' involvement first."

I could feel her demeanor soften through the phone. "Good... good." She laughed, "Ha! I know Chase is game... we... we often bring you two up in bed."

"Oh?" I responded, intrigued, laughing lightly with her.

Her tone shifted to be more subtle and flirtatious, "I... uh... I really... enjoyed... you know... the time in the van." She left a pregnant pause.

I could easily discern the vulnerableness of a woman exposing a hidden insecurity. "I could never forget it, Mandy." Thinking quickly, I fleshed out an idea, "Listen, I know this is all a bit crazy. Given our history, I thought it might work out. If it helps... make things more... even, I would love to help you in that regard." I winced a touch at the odd way I phrased it, waiting for her reply.

Loud guffaws blasted out of the phone from Mandy, "you horny bastard! All this effort to get back in my pants?" She tittered delightfully; tension broken. I knew we were finding good footing to move forward on.

"Can't blame me for that," I answered, putting on my most charismatic tone.

She giggled girlishly. I could imagine her blushing delightfully. "Listen," she said, "I think I am good with this. But, I'm concerned about Kathy's safety with so many guys there. Would it work if I was there to keep an eye on her?"

"You want in on all the fun?" I jibed.

"No... I mean... I want to have fun, like, with you and Kathy. Not... you know..." Mandy took a breath, gathering her thoughts. "Okay, we are in, but I will be there to watch after Kathy, not play with all the guys. Oh, and Chase gets to go first with her. I just... feel better about it like that."

Seizing on the opportunity, I adapted my plan. "Sounds wonderful. How about this? You and Chase will have dinner with Kathy and I to setup the surprise for her. That will give me an excuse to send the kids to their grandparents and get the house ready for company without tipping off Kathy."

Mandy tittered excitedly, "I love it."

With that we worked out the timing of our 'dinner' and the other details of the evening. Before hanging up, I did my best to flirt with Mandy leaving her giggling and hopefully eager for the event.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I counted the most difficult part of my plans accomplished. All of the married men, Al, Paul and Chase, were on board with their wives' approval. Plus, it looked like I would be getting to reconnect with both Meg and Mandy in the near future. I had the date and the setup worked out. Now, I just needed to line up the last two guys to round out the roster so Kathy's fantasy could be fully realized.

Our next game night with Joe, I felt it wise to put it forward as a hypothetical to him, gauging his reaction and comfort level. Our single friend had a raunchy encounter with Kathy about six months earlier (read From Tabletop to Bedroom Games). We had seen him many times since but hadn't had the opening to talk much about it. He was still very respectful to both of us, only a touch flirtier with Kathy, albeit always with a bit of caution.

He was his usual awkward self, but showed interest in getting another shot at my wife's charms. When I put forward the idea that Kathy wanted a night with several guys, I could see the shock in his face. Before long, an impish smile crept across his visage and he confided that he hadn't gotten any since that night with Kathy. Telling me how lucky I was, that my wife was incredible, he admitted that the idea was a big turn on. He was in.

The final participant was my biggest gamble. Roughly two years earlier, with my encouragement, Kathy had had a risky one-night stand in a hotel hot tub with a young concierge named Brandon (read Crossing the Line, With Permission?). The lascivious affair had been short, intense and recorded on Kathy's phone with pictures and video. Viewing it never failed to instigate a night of hot sex for Kathy and I.

Because the nature of their encounter, and the fact that I didn't really know the young man, I had stepped in to block direct communication between them. I wasn't worried about Kathy, but felt it necessary to assert myself to this unknown male. The only way they could communicate was through me, he didn't have her number, nor she his. Neither had attempted to make contact since then.

Brandon lived in wine country about a five-hour drive away. He was surprised by my call, nervousness clear in his tone. "Wow, I, uh, sorry, this is unexpected. Is there a problem?"

I smiled to myself, apparently my gruff treatment of him in the past had made an impression. "No, no problem. Your fun with my wife was quite a while ago. I wanted to touch base with you."

"Um, okay. What do you need?" he replied cautiously.

"First, I need to know if you are in a relationship right now." I figured why bother navigating inviting him if he was spoken for.

Brandon breathed out slowly, "Ah, I was until last month. I had been dating Sherry, we knew each other from college, for about fifteen months. Last month, I proposed and she turned me down, so... no. I am not in a relationship."

His misery, the shame, humiliation and underlying insecurity were obvious. "I am sorry to hear that, Brandon. I am sure it is for the best." For a moment, I was taken back by his candor. Then, I remembered that he was a farm boy, raised to be chivalrous and honest. "Listen, let me know if this is offside for you right now. Would you be interested in having some fun with my wife again?"

There were a few seconds of dead air before he said, "really?" with an element of incredulity.

I chuckled at that. "It shouldn't surprise you to learn that Kathy and I have a somewhat open marriage."

"Yeah, I gathered that," he affirmed. "To be honest, she was amazing. Is it okay to say that? I would love to, ah, do that again."

"Of course it is okay to say that. She is amazing, and you two had a very fun encounter." I felt more comfortable with the young man after he'd confided his sad story so frankly.

"So, how would this work?" he asked.

"Here is the thing, Kathy and I have played with a few other couples over the years and recently she told me about a fantasy she would like to fulfill."

Brandon asked, "what's that?"

Ripping off the band aid, as it is said, I filled in the details. "Kathy wants to be the center of attention for a bunch of men for a night. To be pleasured by them and to give them pleasure. She a wants a night of intimate debauchery. Do you think you could be a part of that?"

"Wow," he breathed, the word hung in the air. "She really is amazing. Uh... you... you seem to be pretty, uh, pretty careful about how you deal with... sharing, like pretty clear boundaries, I mean."

"Oh yes, all parties involved are long trusted, clean and respectful. To that end, if you are in, I will require you sending me an up-to-date STD test. You understand?" I assumed Brandon was eager, given his circumstances, and pressed to complete the call.

His response was quick, "yes sir. I will get that right away," I could almost see him nodding eagerly.

Chuckling at his earnestness under my breath, I filled him in on the date and time of the event. I left out the address, stating he would get that once I received his clean test.

Feeling a bit shocked, I honestly couldn't believe I had done it. I had actually set up a group event for my beloved slutty wife, and I couldn't wait.

*****

Two days before Kathy's big surprise, I decided to revive her memory regarding her past escapades. Once the kids were put to bed, I wrangled her into the bedroom and put on the video of her affair with Brandon.

Kathy had just come off her period and was aching for a good hard fuck. Pent up as she was, she gleefully plunged one of her dildos into her hungry pussy, reenacting her wanton evening with the younger man for me. "That's right, fuck me, fuck the dirty married slut!" she cried out, mirroring herself begging the young man in the video.

"Tease me with your cock" she demanded, riding the rubber fuck wand recklessly. Taking my stiff tool in one hand, I controlled her head by the scruff of her neck with the other. Her gasping cries as she slammed her hips down on the faux phallus turned to revelations of joy as I batted at her face with my rigid meat.

Submissively, she held her mouth open, eager for me to violate it with my cock. Driving it past her lips and into the inside of her cheek a couple of times, her eyes rolled back into her head as her thighs slammed at the dildo with increasing vigor.

I jammed my cock into her throat, holding her fast and gagging. Her body convulsed rigidly, an orgasm sweeping through her sweaty twice impaled form. "Gagh! That was fucking hot!" she gasped, collapsing to the mattress.

As the saying goes, 'leave them wanting more,' so I feigned like I could hear the kids making noise and dressed to check on them, ultimately denying her my cock that evening. Knowing Kathy, even though she had cum with the foreplay, she wasn't going to be totally sated until I had filled her as well.

All told, in my estimation, I had her perfectly primed for the main event coming two short evenings away.

*****

The big day arrived. Kathy was happily looking forward to dinner with Chase and Mandy. It had been several years since we had done anything with them. Naturally, she spent most of the day cleaning the house and fussing over her appearance.

She was exceedingly grateful that I handled the kids and planned dinner. Having made arrangements the week prior, I delivered the kids to my parents place shortly after noon and raced home to get things set up.

I had created a group chat for the men involved, in a discreet messaging app, and gave them a rough estimate of when to arrive. I added that they should wait for my signal before entering the house through the back entrance. I had a plan to warm Kathy up that I suspected Mandy would be eager to aid me with.

Kathy was dressed in a long grey knit sweater and darker grey leggings; both hugged her sexy body pleasantly. She had straightened her normally curly dark brown hair and teased it into a luxurious wave. In short, she was stunning, casual, but put together, sensual and feminine, but not slutty, at least not yet.

Her golden-brown eyes flashed playfully as I heaped praise upon her, making her twirl to show off her outfit and grabbing her ass. She reciprocated, groping at my cock through my clean track pants and kissing my lips tenderly, promising me a good fuck once our friends left. 'If you only knew,' I chuckled inwardly.