The Call of the Jukebox

She took my head in her hands and kissed me, hard, deeply, passionately, her tongue deep in my mouth. Her hand slid between us and squeezed my cock through my pants. I almost came right then. "My pussy is dripping right now with the idea. I want to be filled!"

"Babe, if you really . . . well, okay."

"You won't be sorry, honey. I'll do everything I can to turn you on, too."

She kissed me and turned to go to the car. She crawled over one guy into the middle of the back seat. As I watched her climb in, I saw that her pussy was dripping with her excitement and with the cum of one man who had already had her. And I remembered that I still had her panties in my pocket, so she was very exposed. Short skirt, a wrap skirt no less, and no underwear. Wow! There was nothing to keep her from being totally molested. And that is what she wanted, too, judging from the casual way she crawled over one guy and into the middle between the two of them. On her way over, he kissed her and grabbed her fun bits whenever they were available.

I started driving. We decided to head out to a lonely road near an old quarry. We talked a little on the way. I learned that the three were from the business school: Wes, up front with me, and Greg and Alf in the back with my wife. I glanced in the mirror at the back seat whenever I could without wrecking the car, and from what I could see she was completely involved with them. While she was kissing one guy, the other would have his hand up her skirt. They alternated like that: one got the top half (lips to kiss and boobs to squeeze) and the other got the bottom (pussy to finger and fuck). I heard her slurping and moaning constantly. She was obviously hotter than a pistol. Battling tongues in their kisses. Jerking her hips up to get their fingers further into her red hot opening. Their fingers were squishing into and out and around her tight, wet, hole (she hadn't had kids yet). It was very hard not to pull over and watch full time. I wanted to watch them kissing her and squeezing her breasts. I wanted to watch them reaming her hole, and watch her cream her juices on their hands. But I wanted not to have an accident, so I got only quick glances. Wes was turned around observing closely, and occasionally reaching a hand into the mix.

Her skirt came over the front seat onto my shoulder. When I looked back next, her top was in disarray, too, pulled up to her neck and her bra undone. I thought it was very prudent of her not to get completely naked until we were off the main road out of traffic and into the woods. It was maybe the only good judgment she exercised that night.

When we got to our isolated location, we turned out the lights, including the dome light, so that we would not be conspicuous. There was enough moonlight. She was sitting on the one guy (turned out to be Alf), kneeling on the seat straddling his bare legs. His pants were down around his ankles and his hard cock was visible between her butt cheeks. "I want you to fuck me." Then to me, "Honey, can he? Please, I want to be fucked. Can he have my pussy?"

What choice did I have at that point. "Yes, fuck her. Fuck my wife." I was giving permission for this orgy to continue. For these guys to plant their cocks and their seed in my wife.

She grabbed his cock. "Please fuck me. Now. Fuck me while my husband looks on." She turned around to look me in the eye, and mouthed silently, "I love you. I want this," while she aimed his cock at her juicy hole and slowly lowered herself onto it. She whimpered when the head first penetrated her, and again and again with each stroke, with each new inch that pushed up inside her body. When she got all the way down, she closed her eyes, hugged him tightly, and shuddered.

Oh, god, I know what that feels like from the male side, when she jerks her hips back and forth and her cervix pounds against the ultrasensitive head of my cock. Her womb and the cock in her both get these fast, intense waves of pleasure from that action. I think she came right then, too, a little.

She whimpered, "Fuck me! Fuck me! My husband wants you to fuck me. And I want you to fuck me." Up, down, up, down, round and round. "Push your cock deep into me, as deep as it goes, while my husband watches it slide into me. Mmmm." She glanced back at me to make sure I was looking at her get fucked by this stranger. I couldn't help watching. I was riveted by the scene, my beautiful, sexy wife getting her sex filled by this other man, by this strange man she didn't even know. "My cunt is already lubed and ready for you. It's filled with your friend's cum. Should be nice and slippery, eh? Put your cum in me, too."

I couldn't help joining in. "Yes, come in my wife! Fill her married pussy with hot seed. I want to see her cunt overflowing!"

I had my cock out and was holding it tight. I came for the first time then, just as he was about to let loose inside her. Thank god for leather seats. And Kleenex.

She swirled her hips around, and pumped up and down on the cock inside her. They were both so excited that he didn't last long. Two, three minutes, he grabbed her hips, moved her up and down very deliberately. She hissed, "Yes! Come in me. Come . . . in . . . me! Now! Fuck! Fill me! Ahhh! I feel you pulsing! Ahhhh! It's hot! Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh." He grimaced and grunted as he squirted into her, then moved her more and more slowly so they could both enjoy the long, slow, ebbing waves of ecstasy. He groaned again and again; she cried and moaned. They sat still, hugging and kissing, for a minute to relax.

After another minute or two, she lifted up to let his cock fall out. A stream of hot, white cum dripped out of her and onto his leg. Well, mostly. Thank god for leather seats that don't stain. She sat down, then lay back with her head in the other guy's (Greg's) lap. Her pussy lips and thighs were completely covered with shiny white cream. She looked up at him, then at me. "Honey, he wants me, too. Do you want him to have me? He hasn't had any pussy yet."

"Yes, you can have her, too. Give it to her. Hard! Deep! Take my wife! Please! Again."

He zipped out of the car and around the other side to approach her wide-open legs. She had one foot on the back window and the other hanging over the front seat. Could not have been spread any wider in that car. He dropped his pants, knelt on the seat, his cock pointing at her slit.

She looked at me again as she grasped his cock and aimed it at her open and juicy hole. "Can he come in me, too? Okay, honey? Please, let him fuck me. I'll know he loves my pussy if he shoots in me." As if my permission mattered at this point. She had already spread her legs for two guys to fuck her without really asking me but making it clear that I shouldn't stop them, either. What's one more? Fucking three strangers is definitely a gang-bang, though, something that I don't think she had ever done before. "You want him to fuck your wife, don't you? You want him to shoot in your wife, don't you?"

"Sure, slut, take another."

"You hear that? My husband wants you to fuck me. He wants you to fuck his wife! He wants you to stick your cock in my slutty cunt and fuck it in and out and come deep in my womb. Do it!" She pulled his cock to the slimy opening of her cunt and he pushed in. She locked eyes with me as she ordered him, "Fuck me! Fuck me while my husband watches! Watches you push your cock into me and squirt into me! Come on, fuck me." I couldn't believe that she was getting so raunchy.

She looked seriously at me. "Honey, he's going to fuck your wife now." Back to him, "Come on, pump that thing into my pussy. Used to be his pussy, but it's my pussy now and I'm giving it to you. Come on, fuck your pussy. My loving husband wants to watch you stick your cock in my slutty, married pussy and fill it with man juice."

To me, "Watch, honey. He's going to come in your wife." She pulled his hips to her until he smashed against her labia, then pushed her hips, her mound, her pussy, her cunt up to his cock to force it deep inside. "Oh!" she gasped, "It's so big!" This one was a little thicker than the previous two. A bigger cock to fill her more. She lifted her feet up to the roof of the car, pulled her knees almost back to her breasts, her toes touching the headliner, as he pushed his cock all the way in. Her fucktube tight and contracted in that position, his cock striking her cervix with every push inside.

Her eyes were closed, squinting hard. "Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! OH! OH! FUCK ME!" Then "Unh! Unh! Unh!" each hard stroke in expelling her breath. "Fuck . . . Me . . . Fuck . . . Me. . . ." He started groaning, too. "Yeah, baby, come for me. Come now! Come for me! Come . . . in . . . me! . . . Come! . . . In! . . . Me! . . . Oh, honey! He's coming in your wife! COME! . . . COME! . . . FUCK! . . . COME! . . . CCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMM!" And he groaned and shot into her. "I CAN FEEL IT! I FEEL YOU PULSING! SHOOTING INTO ME! AAAHH! AAAHH!"

It was exciting to hear this. It was humiliating to have them all hear it from her, for her to scream how much she wanted other cocks, other men's seed.

He collapsed on top of her. She locked her ankles around his waist and kept pulling him in. They both moaned low, sighed. Exhausted, satisfied. She unlocked her legs, he pulled out. Her hole was open, still stretched from his member. Gobs of sperm, three loads now, flowed up out of her fuckhole and down her crack. Again, thank god for leather upholstery.

Wes started to get out of the car. "I think I want another piece of that, too. You don't mind, do you? You liked me fucking your wife the first time, I think." My god, she was going to get fucked a fourth time tonight? And not even once by me yet?

"Sure, go ahead. Fill that cunt with some more seed. Fuck my wife again and put your cum in her again. She loves it."

Wes knelt on the back seat and dropped his pants. My compliant wife raised and spread her legs again, pulling them back to fold herself in half with her drippy cunt facing straight up. He knee-walked up to her, his dick pointed at her slit. "I'm going to fuck your wife. Again. Now. And dump more seed into her."

And he did. She directed his cock into her. Her pussy was so wet and sloppy and stretched from use that his meat slid in with no resistance. He pumped her for a long time. I guessed her hole was so slippery that there wasn't enough friction. And, after all, he had already come once in the last hour. And some of the slipperiness was his own fault, ha ha.

The other guys were leaning into the car, watching, their dicks in their hands. I wondered if they would want another go at her, too, when he was finished. Would she want five or six or seven?

She moaned and cried out a little with each stroke. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried a little, "Fuck me, fuck me, give it to me, oh, fuck me, fuck me, come. My husband wants you to come inside me. Come in me!" She was whimpering and crying when he pushed into her. She looked over at me and I could see the tears on her face, I thought from the combination of pleasure and pain and lust and shame. Her clit was being pounded and scraped and smashed by his hard member and his mound on every downstroke. Her labia were huge, puffy, red and raw, and every stroke was pleasure and pain for her. Eventually he finished. She didn't scream as usual how she could feel his sperm shooting into her. Her vagina and clit and labia were probably all fairly numb from so much abuse in so short a time.

Cum was just flowing out of her crotch when she got up. She stood up and let their collective cum flow down her legs while all the partiers fixed their clothes. She put on the top and skirt, and we drove back to the bar. She was unusually quiet. We dropped them off and said our goodbyes without exchanging phone numbers or addresses. They all kissed her tenderly. And they all took a last chance for a feel of her breasts and under her skirt. Her crotch was soaked. Their hands came out wet, shiny, coated in their cum and her juices. They just wiped them on her skirt, which was already smeared and spotted and had a huge stain the back that anyone could see was sex juices that dripped out.

And they all thanked me. For what? For letting my willful wife spread her legs for all of them? For not stopping her or them? For not leaving in disgust? Well, they didn't understand how much I love her and how much we both like to play with sex. That's part of our fun: everyone screams orgasms, everyone comes in ones and twos and threes, everyone enjoys whoever and wherever, and no one regrets it in the morning.

She just lay down on the back seat as I drove home. Said she was a little sore. When we got home, she showered, cried a little, apologized to me a dozen times, two dozen, three dozen. I forgave her of course. She's the love of my life. So she went a little overboard in enjoying herself. Not fatal. It was incredibly exciting to watch her with those other men. I've always loved seeing her turn on and get laid. If she can't resist spreading her legs and taking someone's something inside her, then I know she's really enjoying herself.

My dick was hard for hours that night. Yeah, she was a little overenthusiastic and cruel in taunting me as she did. But overall the experience didn't hurt our relationship at all. Mainly, she learned that spur-of-the-moment gangbangs are really hard work.

Through most of the telling of this, we guys were all over her. One or another of us had a finger or tongue in her pussy. She added a finger, too, for added interest. We all got incredibly turned on again reliving (or just hearing) this tale. We managed one more round of high intensity fucking before we finally all fell asleep that night. Hope you enjoyed it, too.