My Hot Wife the Sex Goddess

Author's Note:

These characters are from the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" and "Mandy's Sexcapades" series.

As a mild forewarning, this story contains "BDSM" and "Fetish" scenes, but seemed most appropriate to be categorized under "Group Sex".

Special thanks to

the

always awesome, always sexy

Goddess_of_Sunshine

for her valuable input.

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Compersion

- "the feeling of enjoyment one gets when his/her partner receives sexual or romantic pleasure from another person."

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The 9

th

Commandment

- "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife."

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The way to our lake house was a meandering dirt road through rugged terrain that gradually descended to the valley floor. Navigation was slightly treacherous, but I dared to hazard a quick glance at my beautiful wife Amanda, who was seated next to me. The windows of our SUV were open, and the way her hair billowed in the wind made her appear almost wraith-like.

I shared Amanda's sense of liberation as we happily left the city behind and ventured deeper into nature.

Amanda and I, however, didn't appear to be dressed for the occasion. I was wearing a white dress shirt, my favorite tie, black pants, and black shoes that shined with polish. My wife was wearing a long sleeve, tunic-style white dress that reached halfway to her knees. The skintight fabric stretched snugly across her figure, highlighting the ungodly perfect curvature of her breasts, and of her shoulders, hips, and ass.

The dress flattered Amanda so much that she appeared more like a celestial being than a mere human.

Celestial being.

Ah, what an appropriate term for my wife!

After all, Amanda was the most beautiful woman I would

ever

lay eyes on. Standing at 5'6, she possessed silky straight black silk hair that ran to her hips and constantly smelled fragrant. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 20+ miles every week may have blessed my wife with an athletic physique, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned arms and legs, and killer abs, but it didn't take away from her feminine curves. Any man-and many women- within eyesight couldn't helped but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible, sculpted ass. Her brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes gave her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. However, Amanda's adorable freckles were perhaps her sexiest physical trait of all. But all of that paled in comparison to her compassion, intelligence, and witty sense of humor.

I loved my wife more than life itself and, literally, adored the ground that she walked on.

Adored. Worshipped. Revered.

I squeezed Amanda's hand affectionately while keeping my left hand on the steering wheel. "Are you ready?" I asked.

Amanda chuckled with nervous excitement. "I'll never be ready, no matter how many times we do something crazy like this... and this will be the craziest thing we've done yet!"

I nodded solemnly in agreement. I had set my wife up with gangbangs and group sex on multiple occasions, and successfully propositioned different lovers to sleep with her so many times that I lost track long ago [refers to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" series]. To the average person, that would've been extreme enough, but tonight was going to be different.

Tonight, we would take things to a completely different level.

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The dirt road transitioned into a paved driveway as Amanda and I approached our lake house. Already, we could see several figures milling by the front porch. I looked gravely at Amanda, but the anticipation made us so giddy that we burst into laughter.

"Your loyal subjects," I told her wryly.

I carefully pulled up and parked the SUV in front of the main house. The front passenger door immediately swung opened, and Amanda's long, tanned legs swung out. The gathered men practically tripped over themselves as they sought to assist her from the vehicle. Glenn and Dimitri may have reached Amanda first, but they were all present:

Glenn, who had been my wife's boss for several years before recently retiring, and old enough to be her father. He was special to Amanda, not only because of their work relationship, but because he was also her first lover outside of our marriage.

Dimitri, my best friend since grade school who had fallen hopelessly in love with my wife the moment I introduced them. They played a sexy game: whenever he and Amanda slept together, he would collect her panties as a trophy... and he currently owned an entire dresser full of her underwear.

Bryan, perhaps the most disreputable man we knew who was a member of Amanda's running group that trained together every weekend; disreputable

not

because his entire body was adorned with exotic tattoos and body piercings but because if he wasn't bragging to their group about all the women he was bedding, then he was trying to bed all the women in their group, with my wife being at the top of the list.

Darren, a recently married, handsome young man who was Amanda's massage therapist. She had seduced him easily, but of much more significance was that fact that his beautiful wife Piper was our secret love.

Phillip, a tall, muscular, ponytailed Asian man who's reserved demeanor and unfailing politeness hid an incomparable kinkiness, the least of which included involving food during sex with Amanda.

Scott, a handsome hulk of a man married to petite brunette named Brandy, who possessed the largest breasts I had ever seen. They were, in fact, our neighbors with whom my wife and I enjoyed a swinging relationship with.

Every man standing before us was dressed formally like me, and each had been present from the beginning [refers to "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapters 1-9"]. Amanda had bedded all of them dozens of times; sometimes individually, sometimes in groups. And just like I slept with other women with her consent, so did my wife indulge in these extramarital affairs with my blessing. Yet we

always

returned to each other, forever faithful.

The men's feelings for my beautiful wife were not as subtle. They didn't just desire Amanda; they lusted for her constantly. Like hopeless addicts, they needed her... needed to hear her voice, needed to feel her touch... needed to make love to her.

They

worshipped

Amanda.

A normal husband would've been horrified to know that his wife had many lovers, but this had the opposite effect on me. I would do anything to make Amanda happy, even if it meant allowing her to sleep with other people. Because

her

happiness meant

my

happiness.

Compersion.

Plus, quite frankly, the concept of "wife sharing" or a "loving wife" had always been thrilling to me. This sordid fetish aroused me, and Amanda knew it; she embraced it and happily played to it to please me. It was the best of both worlds: I was able to proudly show off my hot wife, and she gained an abundance of sex in the process.

This mutual benefit was the secret to our wonderful marriage.

I snapped out of my reverie as Amanda's stiletto heels touched the ground. Glenn and Dimitri each presented a hand to help her to her feet. As Amanda stepped out of the SUV, she beamed them a bright smile that was absolutely devastating. "Hello, boys."

"Hello, Amanda." They responded in a single, monotone voice as if in a trance, and kissed her hand.

By now, the others had gathered around Amanda. They approached her separately and genuflected on the rocky ground. My wife's expression was tight and unreadable, but her wedding ring oddly sparkled especially bright as each man brought her hand to his lips and kissed it reverently, just as Glenn and Dimitri had done.

I stood nearby and quietly observed.

After the men finished paying respects to my wife, I indicated the SUV with a curt motion of my head. "Gentlemen, there are suitcases in the trunk. If you'd be so kind as to carry them to the master bedroom?"

They immediately complied as if sharing a hive mind.

Moments later, Amanda and I found ourselves alone in the bedroom. We were always anxious and emotional during the proverbial "calm before the storm". But today was going to be vastly different. Soon, my wife would no longer belong solely to me and while that was indescribably exciting, it was also frightening. I suddenly experienced a painful sense of loss that I forced aside. Such was the dichotomy of my love for Amanda, and the lengths I would endure to make her happy.

Her tone was naughty. "You know, babe. The festivities won't start for a little while. We have some time to... you know." She inclined her chin suggestively towards the bed.

After a protracted internal struggle, I answered with a sigh, "I'm sorry, Mandy. I can't." The words felt foreign as I uttered them. I

never

declined sex from my wife; so sane person would.

However, I intended to keep her body unsullied for the indoctrination.

Amanda smiled tenderly. For once, she appeared unsure and vulnerable, unlike the confident woman I knew her to be. "If that's what you think is best," she responded softly.

I pulled my wife close and touched my forehead to hers, which had been our personal sign of affection for as long as we could remember. Immediately, the warmth and firmness of her body, and the softness and fragrance of her hair, walloped me like a powerful aphrodisiac, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to remain here with her and keep her to myself.

But I had a brand new sex cult to organize.

I eyed my hot wife up and down. She looked SO incredibly sexy in that white dress. "Come on, Mandy. Let's get you ready."

I stripped her naked.

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The backyard of our lake house was a wide expanse of grass that contained a huge oak tree with branches extending skyward like elongated arms. A narrow strip of sandy beach separated the grassy area from the lake. From the beach, a wharf jutted into the crystalline waters, with a small rowboat tethered to one of its wide pillars.

When I entered our backyard via the backdoor, the 6 men were already standing at attention beneath the oak tree. They held their heads high and kept their hands clasped at their midsections. Each regarded me with a serious expression. We were united by our unquestioned love for my wife, and I acknowledged them with a nod.

Then I moved aside to open the door, and Amanda stepped out.

Amanda had discarded her dress and was instead wearing a white, regal robe. Her long black silky hair was wound in a chic bun, highlighting the smooth texture of her bronze-colored skin and the flawlessness of her face. The front of the robe was conspicuously uncinched and, and depending on how she moved or if the wind blew just the right way, the flaps would flare open to expose her incomparable breasts.

Accompanying Amanda hand-in-hand, I led her over to them, where I studied each incoming member of our cult. They did their best not to stare at her overwhelming beauty, but failed miserably. I purposely waited to heighten the tension before finally addressing them. "Greetings, gentlemen. I realize that you travelled a great distance, both literally and figuratively, to be here today, and Amanda and I thank you for coming." I paused again. "Each of you were specifically chosen because you hold a special place in her heart." At that, the men beamed. "We're here right now because we love my wife and will do anything to justify her love in return. Does anyone disagree with that sentiment?"

Silence.

I glanced at Amanda through the corner of my eye, and she appeared composed. In fact, she resembled a regal queen looking down upon her loyal subjects. However, the tightness in her jaw and the faint perspiration on her temples belied a nervous anticipation.

"We gather here today to establish ourselves as a unique family." I discovered that my voice was getting stronger and more confident as I delivered my speech. "As a group with a singular purpose: to serve my wife and attend to her every need... to love and adore her unconditionally... to worship her as our new

Goddess.

What say you?"

"Yes!" the men shouted fanatically.

"But before you can be granted admittance... before we can officially establish our cult... each of you must complete the initiation rituals. And that is only the first step to becoming members of this new family. What say you?"

Another loud "Yes!"

I glanced at Amanda again, who could no longer contain her excitement. "It pleases our Goddess to receive such zealous affirmation. Very well, then. I will be giving further instructions throughout the day but, for now, it's time to display your love for my wife and prove your worthiness. Let the initiation rituals begin."

I nodded specifically at Darren and Dimitri, who quickly retreated into our lake house. A moment later, I gathered my wife and followed them inside.

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Like the Stations of the Cross, I had composed rituals partially tailored to each man to indoctrinate them into our new sex cult.

A portable massage table had already been set up in the living room when we arrived. Next to it was a cart containing various items including lotions, sprays, and scented oils. While the temperature in the valley was rapidly warming, the interior of our lake house was still somewhat cool. Because of this, the massage table was positioned before a crackling fireplace.

Darren and Bryan were standing before the massage table with their hands clasped behind their backs. They surprisingly kept their eagerness under control as they disrobed Amanda. But as her flawless nudity was revealed, their eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. However, she remained still, coolly meeting their stares as if issuing a challenge.

Trying to remain inconspicuous, I drew down the blinds of each window to darken the room. "You may begin now," I declared softly, and my penis predictably stiffened.

Darren and Bryan immediately eased my wife onto the massage table. Amanda carefully inserted her face into the cutout and lay on her stomach. The flames flickered all over her smooth backside and incredible ass as she adjusted herself, and I smiled proudly.

Darren took a tube of scented oil from the cart, and spoke lowly to his partner, who nodded. He then squirted some oil onto Bryan's hands and quietly instructed him to heat it by rubbing them together. Next, the handsome young massage therapist poured a copious amount onto his own hands, and warmed it as well. He nodded to Bryan once more, and they moved to opposite ends of the table.

There was an audible sigh from Amanda as the duo placed their strong, meaty hands on her body and rubbed the oil all over. The sight of 1 man touching my hot wife was enough to give me a full-blown erection, but the sight of

two

men sensually massaging her while she was naked almost compelled me to masturbate.

I had to painfully remind myself that I was forbidden to cum; at least, not yet.

Darren stood at Amanda's head, and commenced on her neck and shoulders. He was a highly skilled massage therapist, easily finding every knot and trigger point in her upper back. My wife had confessed to me many times over the course of their steamy affair that the young man was

VERY

good with his hands.

Bryan stood at Amanda's feet. He, of course, wasn't a trained professional like his partner, but what he lacked in skill he more than made up for in effort and a willingness to please. He worked on relieving the tension in my wife's calves, using his knuckles and even his elbows to delve deeply into her muscles. Then Amanda's running partner changed his technique. Pressing in with the base of his palm, Bryan glided his hand upward, over her right calf and up the back of her thigh, until he came to a stop at her fleshy cheek.

Bryan repeated his maneuver multiple times on both of Amanda's legs. Ordinarily a repugnant human being who couldn't keep his hands off my wife, he was surprisingly tender with his touch. Such was the effect that Amanda had on him.

Amanda emitted a glorious moan as both men worked her over. I wanted to touch her with them, but being a voyeur meant that observing was as pleasurable as joining in. I happily stood back and watched.

Darren and Bryan gradually became bolder. Their hands rubbed and explored in wider swaths all over Amanda's sexy body, and their movements were becoming noticeably heavier. And even though Amanda's face with buried in the cutout, I could hear her cooing.

"Turn her over," I commanded.

Gently, they rolled Amanda onto her back.

The sight of her magnificent breasts rising and falling as she breathed mesmerized us. But before we could break from our trance, Amanda motioned her subjects to either side of her. Then she expertly unzipped their pants and fished out their erections. The duo groaned as

she

began massaging

them

in a steady rhythm, and a sly smile creased her lips.

Amanda stroked Bryan lovingly. However, she turned to Darren first and tugged him closer, close enough so she could flick her tongue over the tip of his glistening cockhead.

Darren rolled his head back and moaned, "Oh god."

Amanda nearly leveled him with her most sultry look. "

Goddess

," she corrected.

The young man's expression changed from divine happiness to sheer panic in the span of a heartbeat, as if fearing that my wife would stop. It was an expression he often wore when they engaged in sexual activity. "Yes... yes, I meant to say 'goddess'. I'm so sorry for the mistake, I didn't mean to-"

"Shhhh," she interjected mildly, cutting him off.

Then took Darren's cock into her mouth without further preamble.

"Oh my god," he cried hoarsely. "Oh my goddess!"

Amanda purred upon hearing the honorific, but suddenly, perhaps in an effort to tease, slid Darren out of her mouth and turned to bestow the same heavenly pleasure on Bryan. Darren revered my wife too much to complain. Instead, he reached down and played with her hair as we silently watched Bryan's thick penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

Back and forth Amanda alternated between the two, stroking whichever cock she wasn't sucking and licking. The trio was grunting and groaning in unison now, and I worried that she might cause them to climax too soon. Her head had rolled towards Darren once again, but her hand was cupping Bryan's swollen scrotum as she played with it.

Amanda's tattooed lover desperately wanted to please her. Bryan suddenly darted to the foot of the massage table again, where he promptly dropped to his knees and buried his face into her smooth pussy. Amanda flinched at the unexpected touch, but spurred by her running mate jubilantly performing cunnilingus on her, she hungrily took Darren even further down her throat. At the same time, she spread her legs wide, granting her Bryan full access between her legs.

But then Amanda suddenly changed

her

technique.

She wrapped her toned, long legs around Bryan's neck, securing him in place like a boa constrictor wrapping itself around its prey. And she popped Darren out of her mouth, stroking his slimy manhood as it hovered over her head even as she brought him closer to lick and suck his swollen scrotum.

The men lasted only another minute before their impatience finally ran too thin.

Darren pulled out of my wife's mouth and joined his partner at the foot of the massage table. Bryan, in turned, shrugged Amanda's legs from his shoulders and stood up. They stared lustfully down at her as they unzipped their pants in tandem. Darren was quicker; he grabbed Amanda's ankles and stretched them apart, ready to jam his cock into her slathered pussy.