I'm a divorced forty-something male with a relentless sex drive. I am blessed, or perhaps cursed, with an enormous cock fully ten inches in length and seven inches in circumference. My bitchy ex-wife could hardly take it in the cunt, so she usually jacked me off. Fortunately, we were swingers, so I got more than my share of pussy at swinger parties. After the divorce, I discovered that I was no longer welcome at parties because I didn't have a woman to share with the other men. There were still a few swinging wives who needed my big cock, but I wasn't getting as much pussy as I needed, so I placed ads in every contact magazine that I could get my hands on.
"Attractive male, very well-endowed (10") seeks singles, couples and groups for good times."
Several weeks passed before I began receiving replies. One of the most intriguing was from a man who was trying to arrange a gang-bang for his wife. He had enclosed a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. As I ogled it, my cock began to harden. I pulled down my pants and began jerking off as I picked up the phone.
"To do the job right, I'll need at least six men," he said. "It's very important that they all be hung. If you are chosen, you will be very well paid. My wife may not go along with what I have planned for her, so you will have to subdue her. I don't want any harm to come to her but I do want her to get the best fucking of her life. I will pay you a thousand dollars, plus an additional hundred for every orgasm you give her."
I needed the money and the sex, so I agreed without giving it much thought. He had implied that I would participate in a gang rape, but I didn't believe it for a minute. I was sure that it was just some kinky thing that he and his wife had dreamed up. I met him a few days later at a nearby cocktail lounge for what he referred to as an "audition".
He introduced himself as Dave and said that his wife's name was Gwen. We had a drink and chatted for awhile, then he said he had to see my cock to make sure it was all I claimed it to be. I followed him to his very expensive imported car in the parking lot. Once inside, he told me to pull my pants down.
"Very impressive, but I would like to see it fully hard."
I began stroking my cock and fantasizing about his wife, and soon had a good hard-on.
"You might just as well jerk it off," he said. "You'll never get it back in your pants with it in that condition.
He reached under the seat and pulled out a handkerchief. Judging by the musky smell emanating from it, it had been used more than once. I pulled his wife's picture out of my pocket and propped it on the dashboard where I could look at it. "I can't wait to fuck your wife," I said. An instant later, my jism shot out into the hanky.
"Nicely done," he said. "I hope that you will refrain from masturbation for a few days before the event so you will be in peak form. I'll expect all of the participants to fuck my wife until they can no longer get it up. Each man should be capable of coming a minimum of three times."
He said he would call me in a few days with details. As I drove home, I began to think that I had been the victim of a hoax. Dave was probably a voyeur who had come up with an ingenious way to watch guys jack off. How wrong I was!
I was pleasantly surprised when Dave called a few days later to say that he had auditioned enough men and that the gang-bang would be held the following Saturday afternoon. He gave me directions to his home and urged me to be on time.
Saturday was four days away. I recalled Dave asking me to refrain from masturbation a few days in advance. I was accustomed to jacking off twice a day, so the next four days were pure Hell. By the time the big day finally arrived, I could hardly think of anything but sex.
I was trembling with excitement as I drove across town. As I came closer to my destination, the price of the real estate gradually edged upward. First there were sprawling ranchhouses, then mini-mansions, and finally, full-blown mansions in the multi-million dollar price range. I pulled into a gated driveway, announced my name into an intercom, and then drove up a long driveway to a luxurious mansion.
Expecting a butler or maid to open the door, I was somewhat taken aback when Dave appeared. "I gave the staff the day off," he explained. I followed him through the house to a large room where three other men were waiting. After telling me to help myself at the bar, he left to answer the door. We exchanged names and I learned that they were Bill, Ray, and Carlos.
"You don't think that he really wants us to rape his wife, do you?" Carlos asked.
"Hell no," Ray replied. "If I thought for a minute that it was the real thing, I'd be out of here in a heartbeat."
"I agree," I said. "I knew people like these when my wife and I were swingers. They are so jaded by so much sex that they have to dream up kinky stuff to get their kicks."
Dave returned with two old men in their sixties and introduced them as the cameramen. "I want to get all of the action on tape," he explained. "I will have enough jack-off material to last the rest of my life."
