My Wife's Seduction

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My Wife's Seduction

Wilson Little

Jennie and I liked to go dancing at one of the many clubs in the city. We followed a fairly normal suburban lifestyle in one of the city's northern suburbs, but on the weekends, we would go to one of the many clubs scattered throughout the city. Our usual modus operandi was for Jennie to dance and play with some of the unattached males, and then once we were both worked up by her groping and fondling escapades, we would go home and have a private fuckfest.

We had met in college at a party and just hit it off immediately. We talked for hours and then we went to her place and fucked for hours. We just knew we were meant for each other and never looked back. She started hanging at my place and after about six weeks she moved in with me. Six months later I proposed and at the end of our junior years we got married. Our parents had agreed to support us through the first year of marriage and final year of college.

We both got jobs in the city, with public accounting firms, and studied hard in order to pass the exams to become Certified Public Accountants. We both passed in the first year. After three years with our public accounting firms, we both became Senior Accountants.

Jennie and I decided it was time to start our family. Soon, Nelson was on the way. Instead of returning to work from maternity leave we decided that we could afford for Jennie to become a stay-at-home mom. Two years later Annie was born, and we decided that our family was complete when Eric was born after two more years.

Jennie Osterholm

I still don't know what happened when I met Wilson. We just clicked. We talked for hours and afterward, we went to his place and fucked for hours. Nothing like Wilson had ever happened to me before. The next few weeks we spent almost every night together, sometimes at the apartment he shared with two other guys, sometimes at the apartment I shared with my bestie. After about six weeks we moved in together. A few months later he proposed, and the summer before our senior year, we got married. After graduation, we got jobs in the city, and both of us worked for three years to save for a down payment on a house. We got the five-bedroom home of our dreams, and I became a stay-at-home mom as over the next six years, Nelson, Annie, and Eric joined our happy family. I loved Wilson and I loved our children.

As Wilson and I approached our mid-thirties, we got a little kinky. We enjoyed going to clubs, where I would wind up one or more unattached guys. When Wilson and I were both sufficiently aroused, we would go home and often fuck each other silly until streaks of dawn were in the sky. It was a lot of fun. As time went by, we got naughtier and naughtier. Sometimes I would go to the tavern or club's parking lot and give a guy a hand job before saying good night and then rejoining my darling Wilson for the night's main event.

Wilson

After Eric's birth, Jennie and I got more serious about partying as we entered our mid-thirties. After each pregnancy Jennie conscientiously attended fitness centers with childcare and seemed to recover from each pregnancy looking better than before. We got wilder and wilder as we got older going to meat market bars and clubs although we left it at dancing and flirting until one night at the Pink Rabbit Club.

We had heard about the Pink Rabbit Club for several years before going there. It was on the south side of the downtown area which was different from the north side. In particular the bars and clubs stayed open later and had more exotic entertainment. These bars and clubs generally had a more diverse clientele than the night spots on the north side.

We got there a little after eight. There wasn't a large clientele. A few couples and a few small groups mostly of only one sex. They advertised live music, but the band wouldn't start playing until ten. Although there was recorded music, there wasn't much dancing. People seemed mostly intent on getting their groove on before the band started. I danced one dance with Jennie, and an apparently younger guy danced one dance with Jennie, but mainly we just nursed our drinks and chatted about the happenings of the last week. Shortly before ten the band showed up and started tuning their instruments. Then the floodgates opened and there was a steady stream of people coming through both the front door which faced the street and the back door which provided access from the parking lot.

As soon as the band started playing, a large black guy came to our table and asked if he could dance with my lady. I nodded yes, and Jennie rose and took his hand, and it seemed finally things were starting to happen. A pattern soon developed. There was a table of five large black guys and they took turns continuously dancing with Jennie. By the fourth or fifth dance I was getting a little concerned. Then the first guy started dancing with her for his second turn. He started making a move that I had never seen before. He would lift her up a foot or two over his head and then slide her down his body. I noticed that her genitals were rubbing against his and her boobs against his chest each time she slid down. I sensed that she was getting dangerously aroused. During his second dance with her he would only lift her up a foot or less. After the two dances, he took her back to his table and sat her on his lap. I got up and went over to the table which only had five chairs, which I guess was the excuse for her sitting on his lap.

I didn't know what I was going to say, as Jennie seemed to be feeling no pain. She seemed quite comfortable with the seating arrangements. The big guy asked, "Are you Jennie's husband?"

I replied, "Yes."

He responded, "I'm Alvin. Most people call me big Al, or just plain Al. What's your name?"

I answered, "Wilson."

He took his large right hand which had been fondling one of Jennie's breasts and extended it to me. Reluctantly, but politely, I shook it. He had a firm handshake. At least he didn't try to make it a contest of strength, which I'm sure he would have easily won. "Pleased to meet you," I said politely.

He then said, "Jason, get Wilson a chair."

I spoke to Jennie, "Are you about ready to go?"

She looked me almost directly in the eye, "These guys are fun. Let's stay a while."

Al quickly interjected, "What are you drinking, Buddy?"

I replied, "Just a draught. I'm driving."

Al spoke to Sammy, "You heard the man. Get him a draught!"

Jason returned with a chair for me. I sat down. Al introduced his posse. "This is Jason who just brought the chair. Sammy is getting your drink. These fellows are Jimmy and Jeff." We acknowledged each other and then Jimmy and Jeff both got up to dance with Jennie.

She couldn't decide which one to pick so both escorted her to the dance floor. I watched the first one and then the other dance with her. When the second song began, they sandwiched her in between them and pulled her skirt up enough for me to realize that she no longer had her panties on. The dance devolved into them alternately hunching her. They were holding her up off the floor and double penetrating her in the middle of the dance floor.

I started to get up to rescue her, but Al grabbed my arm, "They're just having some fun. It's okay." My mind was saying, 'Not OK!', but also, she seemed to be enjoying herself, just as much if not more than the guys. If the bouncers didn't care what was going on, who was I to say anything since it appeared to be three consenting adults. The tempo of their alternating thrusts picked up as Jennie kissed Jimmy. They were dancing to their own music now. I had no problem seeing them as it seemed the other dancers were giving them a wide berth, even though their eyes were watching every move. Just as the song ended, Jenny seemed to slump against Jimmy as Jimmy and Jeff's hips convulsed. The two of them had just fucked my wife in the middle of the dance floor. This was far beyond the flirting and groping that we had gotten off to in the past. My only consolation was knowing that Jennie was on the pill.

I rose to take control of the situation, but Jason and Sammy were already meeting the three lovers on the dance floor. I thought they were going to assist Jennie back to the table, but instead as the music of the next song began, Jason and Sammy replaced Jimmy and Jeff, holding Jennie above the dance floor, so that they could enter her well-lubricated orifices. It was clear that they were giving her more of the same. Again, they seemed to be listening to their own music. Al pulled me back into my chair. I didn't resist because I was in shock at what I was seeing on the dance floor. Apparently, sex in the middle of the dance floor was well within the rules of the Pink Rabbit Club. Jennie was enthusiastically kissing Jason, so she seemed okay with what was going on. The big difference between this and the previous dance was that Jennie's naked legs were wrapped around Jason's waist. It was clear that she was totally on board with what was happening to her. This time, they all seemed to cum before the song was over. Jason and Sammy were helping Jennie, not back to the table, but toward the back door.

As I stood to follow them, Al grabbed me by the arm, "Everything's fine. Come with me." Jason and Jeff led our way to the parking lot following in Jason, Sammy, and Jennie's footsteps. I had brought Jennie's purse with me and Al instructed me. "Give me her phone. She'll need it to call you. He handed me Jennie's panties. Follow us so you'll know where to pick her up in the morning. He then joined the other five, including my Jennie, in a gold Escalade. As I numbly started our car to follow the Escalade, I recognized four heads seated in the SUV, with Jason driving. I didn't see Jennie or Al's head. After about a twenty-minute drive we arrived at a large house in a large yard. There were several cars parked in the driveway and on the yard. Al came out on one side of the SUV carrying Jennie's dress. I watched the other four guys escort my wife into the house, nude except for her pull-ups and shoes.

Al explained, "Here's your wife's dress. She won't be needing it tonight, but you should bring something for her to wear when you come to pick her up tomorrow." He shook my numb hand, attached to my numb arm and numb body. "We'll see you tomorrow." He smirked and gave me his parting words, "It's been a real pleasure."

In shock, I got in my car and headed home. I assumed we were still married, and that I would see her again sometime the next day. I thought about what had happened. I couldn't see what I could have done differently other than making a scene and getting the shit beat out of me either by the gang of five or the bouncers who didn't mind watching my wife get fucked in the middle of the dance floor but might mind me making a scene. I considered calling the police, but Jennie seemed to be on board with whatever the guys' plans for her were. I didn't see my telling a detective that she's getting gangbanged; I don't like it but she's enjoying herself. I poured myself a stiff drink, took a shower, and went to bed.

Jennie

One Saturday night we went to the other side of town to a honkytonk we had heard about called the Pink Rabbit Club. Being on the south side of the city, the clientele was more diverse than the clubs on the north side that we usually frequented. We drank a little more than usual while we were waiting for the band to start playing. My first dance was with a huge black guy. Generally, on the northside we had played with white guys and occasionally a Hispanic guy. He introduced himself as Big Al, or just plain Al. He was probably the largest guy I had ever danced with. Surprisingly he was light on his feet. My main impressions of him on that first dance were that I liked the sound of his deep, melodious voice, and he had a very pleasant sandalwood-like odor about him. When the band started playing, I had a constant stream of dance partners; actually, it was the five guys seated at Big Al's table. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, dancing a dance or two with each, Big Al enticed me into a second dance.

He initiated a dance move that I had never seen before. He would lift me up about eight feet in the air and then let me slide down his body. This had the effect of stimulating my boobs and my nether regions. By the fifth time he made this move, I was feeling very good. When he paused at face level on the way down, I kissed him. He responded by filling my mouth with his tongue. On the next slide down his body, when we paused midway for kissing, he pulled my panties down below my knees. Instead of being shocked, I was even more aroused and kissed him harder as I kicked my panties off my ankles. Momentarily he stood me on my feet while he deftly picked my panties up and then resumed the delightful slides down his body. By the time the dance was over, my arousal was almost unbearable as I was very close to cumming.

We started a second dance with him sliding me down onto his cock. It was a big one, and it felt really good, like I was coming home. I had never done anything like this before but it just seemed liked the right thing to do. The truth was that I was ready for anything, even going all the way. He continued to lift me and then control my slide down but this was only the eight or so inches so that intense feeling of sliding up and down his cock was never-ending. I must have come five or six times before just as the song was ending I felt his baby juice spurting against my vaginal walls.

I followed his lead back to his table and since there was only one chair remaining I sat on his lap. It was exciting to sit there and I was feeling so good, very mellow in the afterglow of being repeatedly filled with Big Al's big cock.

Wilson came over to the table and stood by it uncertainly until Big Al spoke to him. I thought it was nice of my lover to introduce himself and get my husband a chair. He asked if I was ready to go home. I didn't want to leave because it just felt chill to sit in Big Al's lap, in contact with the cock he had just used to ream me with. I was really feeling good. My lover introduced his posse to Wilson and even sent one to get Wilson a beer.

Jimmy and Jeff both wanted to dance with me, at least I thought that's what they wanted. Once all three of us were on the dance floor, I passively accepted that Jimmy and Jeff were both going to dance with me. On the first number, they took turns, dancing, fondling, and groping me. On the second number, they sandwiched me.

All of a sudden, I felt Jeff penetrate me from the rear. I knew I should object, but it just felt too damn good. Anyway, he withdrew, but then Jimmy penetrated me from the front. I couldn't help myself, it just felt too good. I was getting closer to an orgasm, and I wanted that orgasm more than anything else in the whole world. Then I was shocked to feel Jeff penetrating my ass. I knew I should be objecting; I had never strayed from my darling Wilson before what I had just done with Big Al, and this was on a very public dance floor. But it just felt so wonderful that I couldn't even think of stopping. I began to feel the tingle of being right on the edge of climax, then the music stopped, the guys started ejaculating inside me, and I almost lost consciousness with the pleasure of my first double penetration, my first blended orgasm, and my second extramarital sex experience ever.

I saw Wilson watching but doing nothing. That was good; I didn't want him to do anything. Jimmy and Jeff withdrew, and Jason and Sammy quickly replaced them. It was like the most fantastic sex ever. Tonight, I had my first and second double penetrations, my first public fuckings, my first fucking with big black cocks, and my first extramarital sex.

As the song ended, Jason and Sammy filled me up and I was on the verge of passing out from my numerous blended orgasms, and yet I was feeling the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced. I was dimly aware that Jason and Sammy were guiding me to the parking lot. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but I didn't care so long as I was going to get some more big black cock filling me up. They guided me into an SUV and put me on the third seat.

As the SUV slowly left the parking lot, Big Al Joined me, and soon fucking my nude body on the floor. The second time of the night with the biggest cock my pussy had ever experienced was just as good if not better than the first time. This was no quickie on the dance floor, but a true ram fest with that huge organ of feminine delight filling me and then emptying me over and over. After my first orgasm, he pulled my dress over my head and then began fucking my nude body again. Throughout the drive I kept cumming, and Big Al kept pounding me. It seemed like a short time until I heard the crunch of gravel as I was on another of the double-digit orgasms I experienced in the back of the SUV. That seemed to set Big Al off as he pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into my very receptive pussy.

The SUV doors opened. As I slowly rose to my feet, I noticed that Wilson had driven up behind the SUV and Big Al was handing him my dress. The other four guys escorted my naked body into the house. I felt a little embarrassed walking into the strange house nude except for my pullups and high heels, but mostly I felt excited, naughty, and aroused. It momentarily crossed my mind that my behavior was probably a big shock to Wilson, but I was confident that he would either enjoy it or get over it. At least I hoped he would be over it when I saw him next.

Once inside the house I sat on a sofa in the living room. Jimmy and Jeff sat beside me. They began squeezing my tits and my buttocks, taking turns kissing me. Big Al asked me if I would like a drink.

I said, "Maybe some wine when Jimmy and Jeff finish with me." I was thinking of what a big slut I was with cum seeping out of my slit, but then I thought Jimmy and Jeff will soon be adding to my pussy's gooey contents.

Big Al replied, "A girl after my own heart," as I resumed alternately kissing Jimmy and Jeff while they did delightful things to my boobs and genitals. I knew I was going to get fucked and fucked until I couldn't walk straight, and then I was probably going to get fucked some more. I wanted nothing more than to get more big black cock. Soon Jimmy was pumping me hard in the missionary position as Jeff kissed me and mauled my tits.

There was love for me in the northern suburbs of the city, but here on the south side was fantastic fucking. For this night, that was what I wanted, needed, and was living for. They fucked me standing, kneeling, and lying down in almost every room of that house. In addition to all five of them having massive cocks, for the next three hours it seemed at least one of them was always ready for more. I was finally allowed to go to sleep next to Big Al's huge body in what I assumed was his bed. When I woke up it was light outside, and Big Al had a very large morning woodie on.

"See something you'd like," he inquired.

I answered, "Yes," and proceeded to give him my best impression of a riding cowgirl. I was a little sore but as I pounded him, adrenaline kicked in and it was all good. By the time I had had five or six orgasms and Big Al had ejaculated inside me, the other four guys were waiting and obviously ready.

Between the five, I estimated I had close to three feet of erect manhood to negotiate before breakfast. I went to work and soon was singing out my ecstasy for all to hear as all my records for orgasms were being repeatedly broken. I have never before experienced such pure bliss, as even when my thigh muscles ached with exhaustion, there was always a willing body with a big black cock attached to help me out in my time of need. I couldn't believe that I just couldn't get enough penis in my vagina. We took a break around ten for breakfast and then resumed our contest to see who could last the longest. Finally, around two PM, I was finally presented with five flaccid dicks.